Flesh Eaters

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Flesh Eaters - book excerpt

Chapter One

The dazzling beams of the approaching vehicle penetrated the darkened woods, illuminating the massive trees that draped their branches menacingly over the narrow road where the car was travelling.

As he approached a familiar clearing, Dennis Carter pulled over to one side and killed the engine. Without bothering to acknowledge his travelling companion, he climbed out and walked around to the back of the car.

“Oi, Dennis, what you doin’ now?”

He could hear Sharon Spate’s whining tone coming from the front passenger seat as he opened the boot and removed the old blanket he kept there for such occasions.

Although he found his passenger’s voice intensely annoying at the best of times, Dennis understood sacrifices had to be made if you wanted a decent screw, and Sharon had already proved herself to be an incredible lay. So, as far as he was concerned, it was just a matter of how desperate he was to get his end away compared to how much longer he could bear to put up with her whingeing.

Dennis faked his most disarming smile as he opened Sharon’s door. “Can’t have that gorgeous little bum of your freezing now, can we?” He held up the blanket and gave her a sly wink.

Sharon cowered back into her seat. “Not out ’ere,” she protested, “it’s creepy, an’ I’ve ’eard things about this place.”

Dennis frowned. “What things?”

Sharon pulled a face. “You remember those stories about those campers going missin’ out ’ere last summer? The police never did get to the bottom of it all.”

Dennis could feel his patience starting to drain away. He had only called on Sharon in the first place because Rita had the hump with him, and now, having splashed out for drinks and a pizza, the little slut was playing hard to get.

He had to fight the instinct to grab her by the arm and drag her out of the car. Doing that, he realised, would no doubt kill off any last chance he might have to talk her round to his way of thinking.

Instead, he managed to broaden his false smile even more. “Don’t be silly, those stories were all proved to be a load of nonsense written by one of the reporters from the local rag to boost their circulation. My old man told me they coughed to it down at the station.”

Dennis’s father, Ron Carter, was a sergeant at the local police station. He was nearing retirement, and everybody knew that once Sergeant Carter left, the crime rate in the area would decline almost overnight. Ron Carter had long been suspected of taking kickbacks from local villains in return for tipping them off whenever he got wind of any operation against them in the pipeline.

How he had managed to last this long in the force without being sacked was, in itself, a matter of mystery and conjecture among his fellow colleagues.

Dennis could tell from the expression on her face that Sharon was not altogether convinced by his explanation.

The warm night breeze rustled through the branches above their heads, and brought a welcoming coolness with it. It had been a hot Indian summer day, and the humidity had begun to drop only during the last couple of hours.

Even so, the heat had always made Dennis feel horny. Even as a young boy, once he discovered masturbation, he found himself performing it far more during the hot weather.

Sharon bit her bottom lip and shivered involuntarily. She was clearly not comfortable with their surroundings and turned back to Dennis with an almost pleading look on her face.

Dennis pretended not to notice. “Come on, Shar, be a sport, I took you out for the night when I could’ve been with me mates watching the football, didn’t I? Surely you owe me something for that?”

Sharon was being hard work tonight and Dennis was not sure how much longer his temper would hold. She was not what most blokes in town would class as “girlfriend” material, but she had a reputation for putting out if you treated her to a good night. Dennis himself had been on the receiving end of her favours in the past, when he was desperate, and he had shown her more than enough consideration this evening to be rewarded again.

Then he had an idea.

He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and produced a small plastic envelope containing a couple of ounces of cannabis. He dangled the pouch between his two fingers and Sharon’s eyes immediately lit up.

She made a grab for the bag, but Dennis was too quick.

“Nah, ah, first things first,” he said tantalisingly.

Sharon stretched out her hand and curled it around the back of his neck, pulling him towards her until their open mouths met. They snogged for a couple of minutes with Dennis crouching down beside the car. Turning in her seat and moving closer towards him, Sharon let her other hand meander down towards Dennis’s crotch, and when she could feel the hardness inside his jeans, she gave him a gentle squeeze, which elicited a moan of pleasure from her partner.

Once they parted, Dennis gave Sharon’s hand a gentle tug, which was enough to entice her from the relative safety of the car. The walked down a slope towards a clearing a couple of hundred yards from the car.

It was a clear night and the sky was full of stars.

Dennis placed the blanket down on the ground and kneeled to smooth it out, so that it covered as much ground as possible. Sitting on the floor, Dennis produced a roll-up machine and some papers from his other pocket, and proceeded to create a large joint for them to enjoy later.

Sharon smiled in anticipation as she watched Dennis at work. Standing before him, she slowly started to remove her clothing, one piece at a time, swinging her hips and shoulders as if dancing to music that only she could hear.

Dennis glanced up from his task and smiled approvingly as his date stripped down to her bra, panties and shoes.

She stood there for a moment with her legs apart and her hands on her hips.

Dennis put his handiwork to one side, careful to ensure that the spliff was still on the blanket. He rose to his knees and crawled over to where Sharon stood. He began kissing the tops of her thighs and rubbed his hands up and down the backs of her legs.

As he prodded further with his tongue, he could feel Sharon starting to grow moist under the flimsy cotton of her skimpy knickers.

Sharon closed her eyes and lifted her head back as he probed further and further inside her.

Slipping his thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, Dennis slowly slid them down the girl’s legs and held them there while she lifted each foot in turn and slid them out.

With the barrier discarded, Dennis slipped his tongue inside Sharon’s eager opening, swirling it around and lapping at her vulva like a parched man desperate to quench his thirst.

Sharon stepped in closer and grabbed the back of Dennis’s head with both hands, forcing him deeper inside her, matching his thrusts with her hips until she orgasmed with a loud cry into the darkened night.

After a few more movements with his tongue, Dennis lay back on the blanket, satisfied that he had done more than enough to earn him the shag he so desperately desired.

Taking her cue, Sharon knelt and undid the belt of his jeans before popping the button and slowly releasing his throbbing member from the confines of his zip. She slid his jeans down his legs and threw them over her shoulders, before she teased his boxers down with her teeth.

Easing forward, Sharon clasped her long fingers around Dennis’s shaft and stroked it gently with a gliding motion. Dennis propped himself up on his elbows and watched her practised fingers do their work. Feeling his seed starting to rise, Dennis decided he did not want to waste it by cascading all over Sharon’s fingers, so he leaned forward and guided her head towards his erection.

Sharon did not resist. She opened her mouth and took him into it, bobbing her head up and down while she sucked him off.

Past the point of no return, Dennis grabbed hold of Sharon’s hair to ensure that her lips stayed in place when he erupted inside her mouth.

Just then, they heard a faraway cry pierce through the night.

It sounded more animal than human and, before he had a chance to react, Sharon had lifted her head away from his penis and shuffled up beside him for protection.

Together they listened in the darkness.

The cry had sounded quite a way off, though not far away enough for comfort.

After a moment, Sharon asked: “What the hell was that?” She kept her voice to just above a whisper, but it was still enough to irritate Dennis.

“Shut up, you stupid bitch, I’m trying to listen!” he snapped.

The sharpness of his retort struck Sharon like a slap to the face, but not enough to cause her to move away from the comfort of his body. If anything, she pulled him tighter, which was enough to annoy Dennis further.

“Get off me!” he spat, pushing her away, “I said I was trying to concentrate.”

Sharon could feel her eyes welling up.

Without the comfort of Dennis’s body, she became acutely aware of her nakedness, and desperately wanted to crawl away from him and find her clothes. But, even with his attitude, the thought of leaving his side right at that moment was not one she found attractive.

Now she wished she had stuck to her guns and insisted that Dennis just take her home, instead of letting him persuade her to come out here. Why was she so weak? All she ever wanted was to be loved and looked after by a good man. Instead, she always ended up with bastards like Dennis-bloody-Carter, who only wanted one thing, which she was foolish enough to give them.

She scanned the surrounding area, looking for anything moving, no matter how insignificant. But other than the occasional flutter from the trees, there was nothing.

When Sharon turned back to look at Dennis, she could tell from his demeanour that he had relaxed considerably, since they first heard the cry.

Sharon gently tugged the sleeve of his shirt. “Can we go please? I don’t like it ’ere?” There was a pleading in her voice that she was not ashamed of showing. She really was frightened and she was willing to do or say whatever it took to convince Dennis to drive them home.

Dennis did not respond immediately, but continued to look straight ahead.

Finally, he said: “That sounded miles away, probably came from somewhere near town. Nothing to worry about.”

He did not sound at all convincing, and Sharon was not taken in by his attempt at manly toughness one bit.

“No, she argued, “it came from over that way.” She gestured to their right. “Towards the village.”

Dennis considered her suggestion. He had to admit, now that Sharon had said it, the noise did sound as if it was more off to one side than behind them. But, since they had not heard anything since, he suspected that, whatever it was, it was no immediate threat to them.

“Whatever it was,” he offered reassuringly, “it’s gone now.” He reached out and placed a comforting hand on Sharon’s arm. He could feel the goosebumps on her skin, so he gently rubbed his hand up and down to warm her up.

“Can we go now, please?”

He realised she was not going to give up without a fight.

It was all right for her – he had at least made her come. But she had not finished him off before the cry made her stop and move away.

“Come on Shar,” he soothed, “it’s all right, I’m here with yer. I won’t let anything ’appen to yer. Yer know that.”

Sharon looked at him. She desperately wanted to believe him. But she was too afraid now and comforting words were not going to do the trick.

But he was giving her that same smile he had used to talk her round earlier when she did not want to leave the car. She loved that smile of his. It always made her feel all soft and gooey inside.

“Tell yer what,” Dennis said. He reached behind him and turned back holding the spliff in his palm. “How about we enjoy this and then we see where things go from there?”

Sharon stared at the roll-up. She had to admit that she was very partial to the occasional bit of puff and, after the shock she had just had, it sounded like just what the doctor ordered.

While she thought about it, Dennis took out his lighter and lit the end of the spliff.

He took a deep drag, sucking the drug deep inside his lungs, and held it there for a moment before slowly releasing the smoke.