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   Beyond The Line



   We were all saddened to the demise of my sister who was the life of my
family; she was the one who understood me and my special secret.

   My name is Erin and I am 18 years old and some would say I was a pretty
girl but those who said it never knew what I was or what I possessed.  My
parents shunned me away because of it and put all their love to my sister.
I was never resentful because of it because my sister was kind to me and as
I said understood me.

   One night we were so close we lost our virginity to each other and we
continued to frig each other off for the past year.  We had tried every
fetish there was to heighten our experience.  Put it this way, bondage and
lingerie was the weakest of our fixations.

   My sister was 16 and named Emma, she looked just like me but without my
special secret.  She was so alive with energy and charitable.  She even
helped old Mrs Birch with her crusty old vagina.  Don't get me wrong, she
wasn't a slut, she was just helpful to any person with their needs and the
only people she had sex with was me and Mrs Birch.

   Like I said, my family were distressed over her bereavement and there
were a lot of people at her funeral including friends I didn't even know
she had.  The service was wonderful and the speeches were superb, it really
captured the essence of what a kind of person she was.

   After the funeral I wanted to sit by the casket and talk to her, even
though she couldn't hear me.  My family decided to leave me and go home and
the other people left minute by minute.  The vicar left me to do some work
and said he'll come back in an hour to see how I'm doing.

   Plenty of time.

   I looked at the open coffin with her lying in it; her smile was gone
from those beautiful lips.  I wanted to kiss them and so I did, the cold
orifice didn't retract me as I knew this was an astonishing person.

   Quickly I took Emma's little funeral suit off, button-by-button I saw
those magnificent breasts, which were drooping after her death.  They were
as big as an orange.  I started to suckle them and moved down to her skirt
and pulled them down.  It was fine to see those lips between her hips.  I
began to lick her out and the taste of her bitter vaginal fluids was
fantastic.

   I wanted her.

   I shed my clothing and laid on top of her, kissed her face and her
nipples and her vagina.

   It was time to express my secret, from my own vagina protruded a penis.
That was right I was a hermaphrodite, a dick girl.  My penis was dripping
with precum.

   I entered her vagina with force and slowly pumped myself into her.

   "UHHHHH YEAH," I bellowed and rubbed my clit at the same time.  After a
while I was about to come.  "AH AH AH AH, YES YES...UGH...ugh, Emma!" So I
sprayed my come inside her, then I pulled out and spewed my thick jizz over
her chest and face.  I rubbed the semen into her dead skin and licked off
the come off her face.

   "This is for you, Emma," I straddled her face and squatted and let out a
little fart before squeezing out some shit into her mouth.  Then I did a
little wee.

   I rubbed the excrement around her face and kissed it.  I then ran to get
my bag to reveal a knife.  I ran back and started to caress the soiled face
then I rammed my knife into her eye socket and gouged her eye out.  I ate
the eye and it tasted sooo good.

   I continued to stab her in random places and next I sliced opened her
stomach to get my tasty rewards.  I found the intestines and wrapped them
around my penis whilst I ate her liver.  I then danced around the room with
blood on my face and a swinging intestine around my deformed penis.  I had
done so much for my sister and she would have loved this.

   I was in ecstasy until I saw the vicar whacking himself off in the
corner.

   The vicar wanted to join me so I let him; I began to rim his arsehole
until he shot his load.  Then I started to fuck him in the arse.

   "UGH YEAH THAT'S GOOD," he hissed.  Afterwards I jizzed in his arse.

   "Quickly SHITONMYCHEST," and then he proceeded to.

   After that day I begin to see the vicar and continued to make him squeal
like a pig until one day I killed him and wore the skin of his face over
mine shouting:

   "The Spanish are coming to rape our chickens!"

   The police did catch up with me.
   Oh well, Murphy's Law I guess.