It was a mild day in the Colorado Rocky's in the early Spring, excellent for scaling rocks. It was the perfect time Mike thought to get started on their excavation. The next day snow was in the forecast. Mike and Julie had decided to take advantage of it. They were now almost to the top of the high peak they had decided to climb. It was the only way and the shortest route to the excavation site. They had come from the university on a credit assignment to dig for Indian relics of the Pueblo tribe.
Mile was now hanging just a couple of feet below Julie, with only an attached rope preventing him from falling to his death on the jagged rocks below. He looked up at her. She was a beautiful sexy girl from his class that he had been wanting to fuck for a long time. She was wearing a pair of short pants. Her long sexy legs extended down like fleshy sculptured columns right over him. He was now looking straight up between them. He could see her hairy bush sticking out of her extra short pants. He was now very aroused and his hard cock was pressing against his pants. Hell she had to know what she was doing to him. Damn bitch he thought.
They had been working on the project for months in the class laboratory. He could never concentrate on his work with her around. He always found himself looking at her cleavage when ever she bent over the table. He knew she was trying to lead him on for another let down. When ever he would ask her out she would always turn him down and tell him she had a boyfriend. Then he would watch her strut around him smiling and swaying her ass seductively. Then he would fall under her spell again. That shit had been going on for months.
Now that she was almost to the top her ass was wiggling around just a few feet from him as she tried to gain the top. Mike could not help himself. He reached up and gave her a push, sticking his hand right into her crack.
"Get your hand out of my ass or I will report you", she said to him.
"I only thought you needed some help getting to the top", he replied.
"I don't need your kind of help", she replied. "I am perfectly capable of getting there myself thank you she said, in her usual haughty tone."
It was then that something in him snapped. With all his strength he climbed up even with her. While he dug his feet into a narrow ledge he reached over and shook the rope that she was tied to. She screamed out.
"Mike what are doing? My God Mike. Mike I am sorry. I didn't mean it. Really I didn't. Mike help me please for the love of God help me?"
She was swinging back and forth on the rope unable to dig her feet into the rocks. He simply smiled at her predicament, saying to himself that the bitch was getting just what she deserved. She was screaming and reaching out to him but he was enjoying her frantic pleas for help.
"Please Mike Please. I don't want to die. For the love of God help me", she screamed again and again reaching out to him.
"That is right die bitch", he said to himself.
It seemed like for an eternity she screamed to him in vain and reached out to him for help until finally the rope broke. He listened with pleasure to her loud screams that echoed through the canyons as she fell to her death two hundred feet below. Somehow she missed the rocks and landed in the ravine. He could hear the splash as she hit the water. He then made his way to the top. Rather then go back to the cabin he decided to go down and view her remains. It was a long trek across rugged terrain but in about an hour he reached the banks of the river. He walked up and down it trying to find her. Finally he discovered her body floating face down around a clump of fallen bushes. He reached down and pulled her up on the bank and laid her on her back. She was staring up at the sky with water running out of her gapping mouth. A look of anguish ad even horror was frozen on her face.
He wondered what he should do with her. When she didn't return with him a search would certainly be conducted and if she was found he might be the prime suspect. Then an idea occurred to him. He would take her back to the cabin and have his fun with her. Then he would think of a way to dispose of her where she would never be found.
He looked down at her. She looked so damn sexy lying there with her long shapely legs spread apart. He could have fucked her right there but he decided to wait until he got her back to the cabin. Normally he would have been repulsed by the thought of fucking a corpse but Julie had refused him time and again, so it was going to be a pleasure to fuck her dead or alive. With no further ado he lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder. It was starting to get cold and it was a long walk back with such a heavy load. He really enjoyed carrying her limp, floppy corpse over the rough ground. Her luscious wide thighs kept rocking against his face which felt very sensual and pleasurable to him. Occasionally he laid her down to rest a while. Finally after nearly an hour he reached the cabin. It was a modest one story building that that was lightly furnished with a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom. It had been rented out to them from the university especially for their excavation trip. Once inside he carried her corpse over to the sofa and sat her down. There was still some water dripping out of her mouth. Her eyes were wide open and seemed to be staring at him. It made him very uneasy so he closed them. He needed to dry her off so he went to the bedroom and returned with a hair drier.
Soon he had her looking beautiful and fresh again. He took a brush and restored her cute shag hairdo as it was. He dried her blouse just enough so that the elastic
stretched tight across her tits causing them to bulge up against the material. Now he was looking right down into her wonderful cleavage. He looked into her lovely face. She no longer had that cocky arrogant look. She looked just the way he wanted her, at peace, bendable and pliable to his will, a pliable piece of dead meat, there for the taking. He reached over and kissed her cold dead mouth and ran his fingers though her blond curls. He pushed his tongue passed her teeth and thrust it deep into her mouth. her pliant slack mouth felt very sensual and he kissed her for a long time. There was one thing about dead girls. You could do anything you damn well pleased with them. He proceeded to remove her blouse and then her bra. Her luscious tits spilled out in all their glory. Death had not had time to take away their firmness and their structure.
The creamy white orbs stuck straight out, big and succulently round, without a bit of sag. For a long time he played with them, kissed them, and sucked them. He then proceeded to remove her pants. It was harder to get them off as they were so tight on her, being at least a size too small. He had to pull and yank to get them off her thighs but finally he succeeded in removing them. Next he took off her panties. Now she was totally naked. She looked awesome. Her whole body was a masterpiece of sensual curves. For a while he just sit there mesmerized by her. He then stood up and removed his clothes.
"Alright bitch". he said to her. "Now I am going to fuck you and impregnate your dead womb with my white baby making cream, so get ready bitch."
He moved up to her and spread her legs wide apart. He then got on top of her. Her skin was very cold to the touch but that did not deter him. He maneuvered himself so that his cock was touching her pussy lips. With one hard thrust he was all the way inside her. He began to pound away at her with hard deep thrust. She was very tight like she was a virgin but the water had probably shrunk her dead canal. He loved watching her head flop around and her tits dance with each of his thrust. He reached down and opened her eyes again. He wanted her to be looking at him when he came in her. For a corpse she was giving him quite a ride. He could only imagine what it would have been like if she were alive. He grew angry that she had not given him that chance and cursed her and called her a bitch and a whore repeatedly. Finally he hold back no longer. He came in her. Then he yelled out:
"Take that bitch! Take my sperm in your dead fucking womb you fucking bitch!"
Finally he pulled out of her. He was not through with her yet. He turned her over on her stomach so that her ass was sticking straight up. He had always been obsessed with her beautiful back door and now he was going to plunged into that heavenly hole. Fucking her little tight dead ass was the most delicious sexual experience he ever had. He reached around and squeezed her tits really hard and yanked at her hair. As he came he yelled at her:
"Alright bitch you didn't like my hand, how do you like my spunk up your beautiful dead ass you beautiful fucking whore?"
When he pulled out her he turned her over again. He then thrust his cock into her mouth and as far as he could down her throat. He loved watching how her cheeks and her neck puffed out as he fucked her sweet maw repeatedly. He then heard a gurgling sound that seemed to be coming from within her. He saw some kind of liquid or foam coming out of her mouth. At the same time he was coming in her throat. When he pulled out of her he squirted semen all over her face and breast. He realized what mess he had made of her lovely face. He smiled.
"Alright bitch lick that all off. I know you love my spunk bitch."
He then got up from her. He pulled her off the sofa and dragged her corpse into the bedroom. He lifted her up on the bed and positioned her so that her long legs were hanging down to the floor. He went to the frig and got a banana. He returned with it and thrust it down into her pussy. He put her hand around it to make it appear that she was masturbating with it. Then he opened her eyes as wide as he could. He then stood back and looked at her with a smile on his face.
"Aren't you the bitch", he said to her.
He then pulled banana out of her. He went and got a wet rag and wiped all his sperm off of her. He then entered her and fucked her again her again, putting his cock in every hole she had and abusing her corpse in every way he could, while insulting her verbally. When he had enough of fucking her he went and got his camera. He then snapped pictures of her in every obscene position he could imagine, as he laughed at her, and called her a whore and a bitch. He had become so absorbed with fucking her and humiliating her that he nearly forgot that it was getting quite late. It suddenly occurred to him that he needed to dispose of her before night fall. First he put her clothes back on her, not to be polite. He wanted to get rid of her clothes with her. Then he sat down and considered the options for a long while.
It finally occurred to him that in the nearby canyon, there was a natural deep pit with steep, slick sides. It was so remote that no one would ever discover her there as the place was so little known. He would tie some ropes around her and lower her corpse to the bottom of the pit. then he would drop the ropes down with her. He would then walk to the nearest town some ten miles away where he would catch a bus to the University dorm. He had not thought of how he would explain her disappearance. All the had to do really was to tell them she fell into the ravine which was true and that perhaps wild animals had devoured her remains. Yes the plan was perfect. It could not fail he thought.
Mike knew he had to get started right away as it was getting late and he had a long distance to walk. He procured the rope he would need for the job and started out. It had turned very cold and snow was beginning to fall from the gray leaden sky. It took him more than an hour to reach the location. It was about time to dispose of her as she had been dead for more than four hours. She would start decomposing soon. He finally reached the spot. He laid July's body down on the ground and looked into the deep pit. He couldn't even see the bottom as the deep shadows of evening had shrouded the lower half of it. He then proceeded to tie the body with the rope. When it was secure enough he pulled her to the edge of the pit and began to lower her down. He didn't realize the recent rains and snows had softened the ground under his feet. Suddenly because of the extra weight of the body the ground gave way under him. He fell right down to the bottom of the pit. Julie's corpse landed right next to him. She lay sprawled in a twisted haphazard position with her arms and legs sewn at weird angles. It was then that he realized the desperateness of his situation. There was no way for him to get out of the hole as the walls were steep and as slick as glass. He also realized he had fractured his angle. Then the full gravity of his predicament hit him. He was destined to stay down there forever with his beautiful companion now just a lifeless corpse. Perhaps years from then someone would discover the skeletons at the bottom of the pit. He looked at Julie's lifeless corpse lying there in front of him. Her eyes were wide open and she was staring straight at him. The light and shadow seemed to cast her expression into a malicious grin. A feeling of sheer terror over came him. He screamed out for help to the top of his voice but his only answer was his own echoes through the canyon. He then realized the futility of screaming for help. He looked into to Julie's dead face again. The malicious grin was still there. Horror gripped his mind. He staggered around and fell. The pain from his broken angle was excruciating but all he could do was scream. Julie now had her revenge.