flesheating is love
Posted: August 15th, 2005, 2:28 am
flesheating is love
Doris: Oh look, it’s Lily and Sally.
David: They’re eating Mark.
Doris: What?
David: That’s definitely a human femur sticking out of their kettle.
Doris: Maybe they’re just using it for a spoon.
David: Like stone soup?
Doris: What are we going to do?
David: Let’s see if they invite us over.
Doris: For soup and sandwiches.
David: Sardines and saltines.
Lily and Sally look up from their pot over a low fire in an injun-style pit. Lily holds the ball of mark’s hip as she stirs the pot. It seems to work well for the stirring.
Sally smiles at David and Doris. She motions them over. They oblige and cover the twenty-odd remaining yards of clearing.
David: Hi girls. Soup or soap?
Lily [looks up from femur with a wan but dreamy smile]: Soup.
Doris: That’s too bad. David needs to clean up his act.
Sally: We are making a special stew.
Lily: Soup. [She stirs; gazes into the murky pot]
Sally: It’s ceremonial stew. Lily found some sacred mushrooms. [She
indicates the enormous pile on the ground.]
Doris: A raccoon tried to sell me coke.
David: The wondrous mushroom.
Spread out on a flattened brown paper bag is more fresh local psychoactive fungus than it would take to induce a football stadium full of badgers to recite mystical incantations.
Doris: Wow.
David: Don’t eat too many of those.
Sally: There are a lot more where these came from. Ask Lily.
Lily [agreeably nods & stirs]: Soup.
David: Well, in that case, I’m sure it’s alright if you poison yourself.
Doris: He’s probably right. There’s enough there for at least a whole day.
Too many at once and all you’re gonna do is puke.
David: Or die. The psychotropic experience can be highly poisonous.
You’re tripping because it’s killing you. Your brain fights back creatively.
Sally: It’s like a near death experience.
Lily [beams]: Soup.
David: What else you got in that soup?
Sally: Oh you know sticks and stones and tubers and greens and shoots.
A can of beans and sardines.
Lily[stirs]: Soup.
Doris mutters to herself.
Sally: You can have some if you want. There’s an extra coffee can.
Doris: Wow, really?
Lily finds the empty coffee can. She holds it over the bubbling steaming kettle. She tries to use the bone she’s been stirring with as a ladle. It does not hold water. There are still bits of flesh and connective tissue on the end.
Doris: I have to go. I’m late.
David: I’ll catch up.
Sally hands Lily a cup. Doris heads for cover to puke.
Lily [to Doris’ back]: Soup.
David: So, you’re eating Mark.
Sally: Yes.
Lily: Yum.
David: Why is that?
Lily: Soup.
Lily dumps cupfuls from the pot into the leopard print coffee can til it’s full. Lily adds handfuls of mushrooms.
David: Thanks Lil.
Sally: We love Mark.
David: I love Doris. But not with a can o beans and wild greens.
Sally: You might say different if she left you. You might miss her.
David: He’ll be tender.
Sally: He always is.
Lily: Soup.
David [to Lily]: At least you know what’s going on.
Sally: Won’t you sup with us?
Sally and Lily look at David. David looks at them. Hair wisps in the breeze. The girls show robust vividity of elemental exposure and a profound shock and sadness reveals itself in the soft tissue around their eyes and the tight corners of their mouths.
David: There’s something in your eyes that makes me want to. I think this
coffee can is enough.
David stands. The coffee can has a plastic lid. The girls look up at him from their crouches. They have sad faraway eyes with monstrous pupils.
David [attempts cheer]: Mmm––Mm. Smells great. I hope you kids enjoy
your soup.
Lily: Soup.
David: Not too many mushrooms.
Lily’s eyes light up.
Sally: I exalt these mushrooms.
I exalt these wild greens.
I exalt this garlic.
I exalt these wild tubers.
I exalt this water.
I exalt Mark.
Lily: Soup.
David[raises coffee can of Mark soup in the air]: I exalt Mark.
Lily brandishes the femur above her oblivious to the drops of scalding water falling on her naked shoulders. She exalts Mark. Most of all.
Sally takes a couple steps forward and embraces David. She pulls his face down to hers and kisses him almost viciously. Lily stands from the pot and also approaches David. She grabs hold of him and gnaws his neck. He returns the kiss to Sally and wraps his left arm around Lily.
Lily’s arms snake around him. He can feel the hard round ball of Mark’s femur being pivoted between his ass cheecks through his pants. He feels the other end between his shoulder blades. Sally’s right hand leaves David’s face, slides down his center and grabs the crotch of his pants. Her little hand closes tight on his erect prick. The girls grind their crotches into David’s respective thighs. He feels the sinsistence of their mounds and doesn’t know what to do with the coffee can. Sally tears the button off the front of David’s pants trying to get it undone.
[button sewing scene later]
Each girl plunges a hand into David’s plaid boxers. One in front and one in back. Sally bites David’s left ear. Lily bites the right side of his neck. Hard. David manages to wrangle his hand around into Lily’s sarong, her sole garment, and thrust a pair of fingers into her sopping succulence. Lily’s slippery little fingers make hay on his asshole. She guides her slender middle finger into his ass. He retaliates by grinding his fingers opposite directions. She whimpers as she gnaws. Sally reaches to her own cunt and get her hand wet and wet. She spits in this wet.
Sally pushes his boxers down with her left foot. She grips the waistband with her deft toes and tugs the boxers down around his calves.
David might find it difficult to stand were he not being held up by two voracious vixens. With her wet, spitty, slimy, cunt-juicy hand Sally grabs David’s cock and strokes it vigorously. Her hungry tongue darts into his mouths, escapes and seeks Lily. The two sweatily reach long necks and crane lips to kiss and tangle tongues while their hands play heavy on David’s erotiary.
The Dana Brown’s ‘Safari’ coffee can of Mark meat mushroom soup is suspended between the three writhing bodies. Lily and Sally develop a rhythm in their manipulations of David’s manners. His right hand rides between Sally’s plump rump. His fingers explore within as his thumbprint whorls her puckered anus. She pushes and writhes against his hand while she spins the head of his dick in her hand.
David is amazed in this manual union. Equally the three approach climax. The coffee can of jus de Mark floats midair between the three. It emits a faint aural glow that grows as they all grow closer. A warmth radiates amongst them. David wonders if his feet have left the ground.
They come together. Their bodies collide rigid and rub slickly softening into each other. Energy exchanged, transferred and focused.
They collapse in a tangled heap of haphazardly clad limbs; torsos bared.
The leopard spots on the coffee can do not change as it floats above the completed union.
The Mark mushroom concoction sinks slowly to the ground as if coefficient of drag were the only numbers. It comes to rest a few feet from the ménage. A little puff of dust blows off on the wind and the glow subsists.
Doris: Oh look, it’s Lily and Sally.
David: They’re eating Mark.
Doris: What?
David: That’s definitely a human femur sticking out of their kettle.
Doris: Maybe they’re just using it for a spoon.
David: Like stone soup?
Doris: What are we going to do?
David: Let’s see if they invite us over.
Doris: For soup and sandwiches.
David: Sardines and saltines.
Lily and Sally look up from their pot over a low fire in an injun-style pit. Lily holds the ball of mark’s hip as she stirs the pot. It seems to work well for the stirring.
Sally smiles at David and Doris. She motions them over. They oblige and cover the twenty-odd remaining yards of clearing.
David: Hi girls. Soup or soap?
Lily [looks up from femur with a wan but dreamy smile]: Soup.
Doris: That’s too bad. David needs to clean up his act.
Sally: We are making a special stew.
Lily: Soup. [She stirs; gazes into the murky pot]
Sally: It’s ceremonial stew. Lily found some sacred mushrooms. [She
indicates the enormous pile on the ground.]
Doris: A raccoon tried to sell me coke.
David: The wondrous mushroom.
Spread out on a flattened brown paper bag is more fresh local psychoactive fungus than it would take to induce a football stadium full of badgers to recite mystical incantations.
Doris: Wow.
David: Don’t eat too many of those.
Sally: There are a lot more where these came from. Ask Lily.
Lily [agreeably nods & stirs]: Soup.
David: Well, in that case, I’m sure it’s alright if you poison yourself.
Doris: He’s probably right. There’s enough there for at least a whole day.
Too many at once and all you’re gonna do is puke.
David: Or die. The psychotropic experience can be highly poisonous.
You’re tripping because it’s killing you. Your brain fights back creatively.
Sally: It’s like a near death experience.
Lily [beams]: Soup.
David: What else you got in that soup?
Sally: Oh you know sticks and stones and tubers and greens and shoots.
A can of beans and sardines.
Lily[stirs]: Soup.
Doris mutters to herself.
Sally: You can have some if you want. There’s an extra coffee can.
Doris: Wow, really?
Lily finds the empty coffee can. She holds it over the bubbling steaming kettle. She tries to use the bone she’s been stirring with as a ladle. It does not hold water. There are still bits of flesh and connective tissue on the end.
Doris: I have to go. I’m late.
David: I’ll catch up.
Sally hands Lily a cup. Doris heads for cover to puke.
Lily [to Doris’ back]: Soup.
David: So, you’re eating Mark.
Sally: Yes.
Lily: Yum.
David: Why is that?
Lily: Soup.
Lily dumps cupfuls from the pot into the leopard print coffee can til it’s full. Lily adds handfuls of mushrooms.
David: Thanks Lil.
Sally: We love Mark.
David: I love Doris. But not with a can o beans and wild greens.
Sally: You might say different if she left you. You might miss her.
David: He’ll be tender.
Sally: He always is.
Lily: Soup.
David [to Lily]: At least you know what’s going on.
Sally: Won’t you sup with us?
Sally and Lily look at David. David looks at them. Hair wisps in the breeze. The girls show robust vividity of elemental exposure and a profound shock and sadness reveals itself in the soft tissue around their eyes and the tight corners of their mouths.
David: There’s something in your eyes that makes me want to. I think this
coffee can is enough.
David stands. The coffee can has a plastic lid. The girls look up at him from their crouches. They have sad faraway eyes with monstrous pupils.
David [attempts cheer]: Mmm––Mm. Smells great. I hope you kids enjoy
your soup.
Lily: Soup.
David: Not too many mushrooms.
Lily’s eyes light up.
Sally: I exalt these mushrooms.
I exalt these wild greens.
I exalt this garlic.
I exalt these wild tubers.
I exalt this water.
I exalt Mark.
Lily: Soup.
David[raises coffee can of Mark soup in the air]: I exalt Mark.
Lily brandishes the femur above her oblivious to the drops of scalding water falling on her naked shoulders. She exalts Mark. Most of all.
Sally takes a couple steps forward and embraces David. She pulls his face down to hers and kisses him almost viciously. Lily stands from the pot and also approaches David. She grabs hold of him and gnaws his neck. He returns the kiss to Sally and wraps his left arm around Lily.
Lily’s arms snake around him. He can feel the hard round ball of Mark’s femur being pivoted between his ass cheecks through his pants. He feels the other end between his shoulder blades. Sally’s right hand leaves David’s face, slides down his center and grabs the crotch of his pants. Her little hand closes tight on his erect prick. The girls grind their crotches into David’s respective thighs. He feels the sinsistence of their mounds and doesn’t know what to do with the coffee can. Sally tears the button off the front of David’s pants trying to get it undone.
[button sewing scene later]
Each girl plunges a hand into David’s plaid boxers. One in front and one in back. Sally bites David’s left ear. Lily bites the right side of his neck. Hard. David manages to wrangle his hand around into Lily’s sarong, her sole garment, and thrust a pair of fingers into her sopping succulence. Lily’s slippery little fingers make hay on his asshole. She guides her slender middle finger into his ass. He retaliates by grinding his fingers opposite directions. She whimpers as she gnaws. Sally reaches to her own cunt and get her hand wet and wet. She spits in this wet.
Sally pushes his boxers down with her left foot. She grips the waistband with her deft toes and tugs the boxers down around his calves.
David might find it difficult to stand were he not being held up by two voracious vixens. With her wet, spitty, slimy, cunt-juicy hand Sally grabs David’s cock and strokes it vigorously. Her hungry tongue darts into his mouths, escapes and seeks Lily. The two sweatily reach long necks and crane lips to kiss and tangle tongues while their hands play heavy on David’s erotiary.
The Dana Brown’s ‘Safari’ coffee can of Mark meat mushroom soup is suspended between the three writhing bodies. Lily and Sally develop a rhythm in their manipulations of David’s manners. His right hand rides between Sally’s plump rump. His fingers explore within as his thumbprint whorls her puckered anus. She pushes and writhes against his hand while she spins the head of his dick in her hand.
David is amazed in this manual union. Equally the three approach climax. The coffee can of jus de Mark floats midair between the three. It emits a faint aural glow that grows as they all grow closer. A warmth radiates amongst them. David wonders if his feet have left the ground.
They come together. Their bodies collide rigid and rub slickly softening into each other. Energy exchanged, transferred and focused.
They collapse in a tangled heap of haphazardly clad limbs; torsos bared.
The leopard spots on the coffee can do not change as it floats above the completed union.
The Mark mushroom concoction sinks slowly to the ground as if coefficient of drag were the only numbers. It comes to rest a few feet from the ménage. A little puff of dust blows off on the wind and the glow subsists.
