Elin

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by Vulpes_vulpes

Louise had been finished off after about two weeks and the experience had been way over my expectations. It had been an incredible experience to fully consume such a wonderful girl as Louise, having just the pile of bones left of her. Her thigh bones, especially, I had licked so clean there was not even any scent left of the delicious meat once attached to it.

But I wanted to do it again. And even though there were cute girls everywhere I did not go out that much, I was still a bit shy and besides, I was a bit choosy as well, the girl had to feel special.

After a few weeks I felt the urge to taste a girl´s roasted meat grow stronger again. I thought about starting at a local gym, no doubt would there be hot “apprentices” to find there with nicely toned legs? But it turned out I didn´t have to, not yet anyways. Yet again the girl kind of came to me.

A few weeks after Louise´s “disappearance” my boss presented a new secretary. As soon as I saw her, I got the same yearning for her as I had felt with Louise, this new girl was totally to my tastes in every way it seemed, just from my first look at her. It would be problematic if I kept feeling like this about the girls at work but at that point I just had to go for this one as well.

She started on a Monday and was briefly presented by my boss at the weekly morning meeting as Elin, an exchange student from some Scandinavian country and she would work at the office during the summer.

Elin was petite busty, strawberry blonde with that tint of red in her flowing hair and a faintly tanned skin. Her beautiful hair fell past her shoulders and halfway down her back in a pony tail and she had an incredibly cute face with a warm, dazzling white smile and a light sprinkling of cute freckles. Her body was curvy and full, very sensual and the type I liked where she almost looked chubby but was not, just blessed with generous curves. But her face looked innocent and girly cute, a very nice contrast to her voluptuous body, which really woke that beast inside me up. Somehow, she looked both shy yet tricky and maybe even slutty with her sometimes teasing smile.

Her cuteness really appealed to me, but it was her body that really made me feel crazy about her. Apparently, she had just turned 19 but her body felt fully developed. My eyes of course went to her legs as that is my strongest fetish. Wearing pumps and a skirt ending between her knees and butt I got a decent look at her curvy and stocky legs. They looked well-toned, not too slim ankles but broad upper calves, perfect drumsticks but more importantly, her thighs looked delicious. Thick and juicy, especially at the hips it seemed, where the skirt flared out nicely. They had wonderful, rounded shapes where I could see and looked firm and healthy.
She obviously was into sports and I wanted to know what she exercised. Hopefully it was something with revealing outfits so I could maybe find pictures of her wonderful teenager thighs. I wanted to grab those young legs, slide them up under her skirt and feel their girth at the top, between my hands. The thought made my hands tremble, so I put them into my pockets.
Her skin was quite pale with just that light tan and it looked very soft, smooth and well taken care of. The stylish, black office skirt showed off her wide hips and hinted of a big, round butt but then her waist was almost too slim to match, and her belly looked just charmingly curved. She was obviously training something, but her genes had given her those sexy curves that would never make her too slim, for my tastes anyways.
She wore a sleeveless, white shirt without a cleavage, buttoned all the way up, but her breasts loomed underneath and seemed to be big, squeezed in under the shirt, straining at the buttons. A black bra could be hinted underneath, through the white fabric and faint shapes of her nipples protruded where I expected them to be. I let my mind go off for a short while, fantasizing about her areolas and nipples shapes and sizes and how they would taste to suck on. And I wondered how many guys had gotten to play with her 19-year-old breasts, if she had been titty fucked and so on, the thought making me way too hard to feel comfortable at the office really.
I did like her arms too, meaty upper arms corresponding to her well-fed thighs in an aesthetically correct way, they looked very dainty.
It was difficult to work efficient after that meeting, all I could think of was Elin. I searched carefully on the internet, but I had difficulty finding out more on her. However, at lunch I managed to place myself just a few chairs away and could listen in on her talking with some of my colleagues. Personally, I wanted to avoid contact since I was afraid, I might come off weird as I felt warm and bewitched by her, just looking at her from a distance. But I already had serious plan to have her and keeping any suspicious contact low would be smart.
I managed to find out she was studying to become a physiotherapist and that she was in the university´s cheerleader team. I smiled to myself as I heard that and realized why she looked fit. I was a big cheerleader fan and realized there must be pictures of her to be found, in cheerleader uniforms, always a big turn on for me.
I finished off my lunch and went back to my workstation and fought hard the entire afternoon, not to google her name more, that would have to wait until I got home. I was suddenly interrupted in my daydreaming by my boss as he walked around and presented Elin to each one personally. I quickly shook her hand and said hi, trying not to seem too weird. She politely took my hand and I felt a nice, thrilling feeling as I shook her cute little warm hand, welcomed her to the firm and was rewarded with that bright smile I had seen earlier. As they walked off, I got a good look on her broad calves, she was in black high heels that had a stylish band around her ankle, attached to just a thin strap from the clasp at the front. It reminded me of shackles. And that was something I would love to see her in. The high heels made her flex those big calves nicely, looking good in her black pantyhose, accentuating every wonderful curve and shape of her shanks. I would love to slowly pull it off her white legs, exposing them slowly for my eyes. I was totally hooked on Elin and wanted to devour her young body, starting with those sultry drumsticks and voluminous thighs.

That night I spent searching for her on the university’s homepage. There were some photos of the cheerleaders but not that many as I had hoped for. There was one good of Elin however, the cheerleaders were in bathing suits for some charity. She was laying on a lounger and I got confirmation that her thighs looked indeed to my tastes.
I also found out that there would be a match the coming weekend and I bought a ticket immediately.
The rest of the week I only saw her at lunch and a few times as I went to the copier. I felt that thrilling feeling every time and she kept wearing those nice, probably slightly too short skirts for the office. But I did not mind. Her pantyhose was always thin and perfectly wrapped around her legs, giving them an, for me, dangerously alluring lustre.
I went to see the match at the weekend, anticipating what outfits the cheerleaders would wear. From their internet site it seemed they used different ones for different occasions.
They did not disappoint. But I did not get as close as I wanted though I managed to film covertly for later viewing. Elin was there and I was very happy to see her in the team´s blue and white pleated short skirt and a small top leaving her surprisingly toned abs bare. The other girls probably looked great too, but for now I only had eyes for Elin.
Even from the distance her voluptuary legs looked very sleek. She was smiling and moved well with the others and I felt a very warm feeling inside when I saw she had the biggest thighs of all the girls. But not in any way was she fat, just well-shaped and curvy in my possibly biased opinion. Her short skirt slipped up a few times and I could tell again that the shapes of her upper thighs were absolute wonderful, my hands trembled as I zoomed in and filmed the exotic treasures from Scandinavia in as good details as I could.
I ran the film at home, editing it to slightly better quality and got some good stills of Elin in different poses and printed them. She looked incredible, her wonderful face, those meaty arms, toned belly and her mouth-watering legs. I thought at first, she wore a pantyhose, but she was not. I could only imagine how it would be to lay my hands on those pale, shiny and very much ripe thighs. Of course, I would love to help her get some tan on them. In my oven.
Elin´s sweet and innocent face made me desire her even more and I got an idea. I needed to go shopping during the weekend and prepare for Elin´s visit to my home. She did not know it yet, but she would come visiting me, one way or the other.
I jerked off thinking about her before falling to sleep. But this time not about butchering or eating her, just having her tied up in her cheerleader outfit on my bed as I raped all of her holes.

On the Monday after I still did not really have a good plan yet, but I had made my purchases and one of them had been very expensive, but it would no doubt come to use several more times in the future. And I had managed to find out when the cheerleaders exercised and they had their own section at the stadium, even their own gym and relax & spa. I planned to check it out.
I kept my usual quiet behaviour at work during the week as I admired Elin in secrecy and started to plan for her “visit”. The stadium might be a good place to start and I found out where the cheerleaders´ area was. They had an unmarked entrance from a quiet parking lot towards the rear which suited me fine. I started to observe Elin´s pattern for another week, sitting in my car and then decided I would take the first good opportunity I got and grab her there. Failing that, come up with a better plan if I had no success for a week.
I only got two failures, the first time she was accompanied by a pair of other girls and they took off together. I did not want to risk making a bigger deal by abducting more girls even though the thought struck my mind, they were most definitely edible.
The second time she was picked up by what I suspected was her boyfriend. I could have handled that too, he looked like the usual, stupid jock and I felt a bit jealous that he probably would get to touch her delicious legs and breasts that night. But I was still patient and if she had a boyfriend, it was better if he did not disappear, maybe he would become a suspect when she was gone which should benefit me.
Third time is a charm they say, and it was true for me too. On the next Friday night, I had been waiting in the parking lot but had no great expectations to succeed that night, mainly to not be disappointed. But then I saw Elin, alone, coming out of the postern. She was not going home, that was obvious but probably on her way to jog, guessing from the way she was dressed. She was wearing pink and white running shoes, white knee-long socks, black bicycle pants that went down to just above her knees and a pink sports bra. I looked on in awe as she leaned forward and pulled down her socks to her ankles, exposing her lustrous shanks.
I pondered for a moment if it could be a problem if she disappeared leaving clothes and probably a bag with belongings at the stadium but quickly decided it would probably not matter and started to stalk her with the car. She walked at first, towards the woods, seemingly warming up and I saw her disappear into the path I knew was just a mile long and circular. There was no real sensible way to run off elsewhere, or so I hoped, and I waited where she had jumped onto the trail.
She passed the starting point at a comfortable jogging pace, once, then twice and I felt a very warm feeling as I saw her voluptuous thighs and ass bounce inside the tight-fitting cycling shorts as she jogged. But after the third lap she came off the trail, breathing heavily and started to catch her breath and stretch against a tree. I was prepared and looked around one last time before I made my move and approached her from behind. Elin barely had time to react before the chloroform put her to sleep. I quickly put her in the passenger seat beside me and was off, very excited and happy as I glanced over on Elin´s supple body.

She was starting to regain consciousness as we arrived at my house, but I made her unconscious again with another dose and carried her inside. She was slightly sweaty, her pale-ish skin a bit moist and hot but she smelled wonderful, raw and fresh with a tint of her perfume mixed with sweat. Her limbs were warm from the exercise and I trembled slightly as I carried her to the kitchen.
I was anxious to start cooking, longing to taste her but I needed to explore her body first, my ritual foreplay, enjoying touching and feeling her limbs, kissing her body as a runner up for the main event. And I had admired her for too long, wondering how it would feel to touch and kiss her body to not take the opportunity now.
So, I handcuffed her and put on a triple folded blindfold, a soft, black silk cloth and carefully gagged her, I did not want that to be too uncomfortable, for some reason but I did not want to hear her protests either. She got a small gag ball with nice breathing holes and it looked fine.
Elin started to slowly wake up again and I had her stand up and fastened the hand-cuff in the chain I had installed hanging from the ceiling so her arms were raised a bit above her head, but she could lean towards the wall behind. She was still groggy when I fastened a pair of shackles, finally, around her fine ankles, I did not want to be kicked while exploring her body and the sight of her shackled, hand-cuffed, blindfolded and gagged turned me on. I had fantasized a lot of her like that, having her as my sex slave and then cattle I would harvest.
I had toyed with the idea of making her pose for me in different outfits or even do some of her cheerleader moves and film it. A sex movie as I fucked her in the outfit would be a great memory but but I dropped the idea as I did not have an idea how to make her do it if she refused. And I was not sure I wanted her to see me. I might not be able to handle her pleads.
Instead, just as I heard her wake up, by her breathing I kneeled in front of her, looking at her beautiful calves. They were slightly broader than Louise´s had been and her ankles just slightly wider. Her pale skin was nicely shaved, and I could see the tiny dots where the hairs had been shaved off. Her young, moist skin was glittering deliciously.
My eyes wandered up to her clean knees and further to her, juicy thighs concealed by the tight-fitting cycling shorts. The lycra was wrapped tightly around them in a very sensual way, I had always liked seeing sexy girls in cycling shorts, it enhanced or showed off the shapes of the legs somehow. Elin´s went all the way down to just above her knees and I could see that she did not wear panties underneath.
She gasped in surprise, but not violently so, as I grabbed around her right ankle and let my hands slide up over her smooth lower leg. I thrilled in excitement as I was finally able to touch her mouth-watering shank. My hands slid up and down a few times as I enjoyed the sound of my hands touching her skin, feeling the warm tissue underneath. It was a very nice drumstick and I could not help myself but licking up its front for the first taste of her. My tongue slid over the warm skin covering the hard tibia bone, picking up the small droplets of sweat still attached to it.
I let my right hand caress the curved backside as I kept licking her shank, thinking about how I would strip that meat of the bone underneath over the coming days as I enjoyed Elin´s sexy lower leg like a grilled chicken leg. The young, super sexy Scandinavian cheerleader would have her legs consumed by me as if she was just any other chicken.
I felt my heart beat faster as my hands found their way upwards, embracing her well-defined knee and feeling the soft bulge at the back of it. Elin twitched slightly as it tickled her. My fingertips found their way in under the edge of the cycling shorts. I heard her breathe slightly faster, but she remained surprisingly calm. I started to wonder if she maybe thought it was her boyfriend playing with her. I had heard Scandinavian girls were very slutty and horny so maybe, getting abducted had just turned her on?
Very slowly I started to peel the lycra upwards, exposing Elin´s pale well-rounded thigh. It was like unwrapping the best present I could ever get or removing the peel from a sacred fruit. Both hands caressing her soft skin while I squeezed gently now and then to feel the firm yet nicely pillowy and yielding meat underneath her pale skin. I teased myself with a quick lick with the tip of my tongue above her knee, she was still moist from the running and tasted delicious, giving me, hopefully, a premonition of what was to come later.
I let her silken skin tease my lips a bit more before sucking gently on the front, slightly higher up. It was a bit of a struggle not to bite into her juicy flesh. Instead I continued to peel the shorts upwards. I had fantasized about the opposite earlier, pulling down those black, shiny pantyhose she wore at work, but this was better, following the fine, widening tapering upwards as her thigh became thicker and thicker.
But it was so pliable and wonderful to squeeze, the skin so smooth and soft. I took my time and felt almost feverish by the excitement to finally feel her wonderful thigh. I felt honoured being the one that would get to enjoy her. As I reached the top I was pleasantly surprised by the girth, there was a few inches between my outstretched fingers as I held them around the top. And the consistency seemed excellent, not too hard, not too soft. More firm on the outside of course but more yielding on the inside. Elin was indeed perfectly ripe and mellow for my tastes. I slowly let go and licked my lips as I admired Elin´s, absolutely fantastic-looking, white cheerleader thigh, finally fully exposed in all its glory right in front of me.
Her quadriceps was well developed and shapely, probably from all that cheerleading. I expected the highest meat quality from it but was very curious about the upper insides, the soft meat there had a special appeal to me. I gently grabbed it and almost came as I felt the softness of the inner fillet of her leg. I kissed the incredibly soft skin a few times too.
She surprised me by exhaling as if in disappointment that I let go and gently bent her right knee, putting the weight on her left leg when I let go.
I clasped her thigh again, it felt even more hot and moist and her skin had blushed slightly. My left hand followed the bulging quadriceps and the right hand went back to her “inner fillét”, if she wanted me to keep doing it, I would enjoy it for just a little longer.
Tracing the outer muscles with the tip of my fingers at first, remembering their names and realizing how well toned her leg really was, every big muscle was well developed and packed in just the perfect amount of softer fat to give it the shapely look of a female not a male athlete. Her lateral vastus muscle was particularly big and firm. Elin had indeed spent many hours, exercising her body. I wet my lips again at the thought of the many pounds of yummy thigh meat that was packed between the silky-smooth skin and her white bone.
I pulled up the shorts from her left leg too and admired the two pale joints together. I could not think of any words that described how wonderful they looked in my eyes. Shape.
The cuffs around her ankles still gave me room enough to gently bend her knee and rotate her leg so I could sample the inside better. She still did not protest, and I kept wondering if she really could think it was her boyfriend that had taken her. I was happy if she remained calm and turned my attention back and licked her silken skin.
Suddenly, I was amazed to see that her crotch had a big, damp pattern covering the front and trickles of fluids had already started to drain down the insides of her legs. Elin was getting aroused. I sat thunderstruck for a few moments before smiling to myself.
My hands slipped in under the tight shorts, groping her big ass as I leaned forward and pulled her crotch towards my face and started to suck her delightful pussy juices through the thin lycra fabric. Amazingly, Elin started to move her hips rhythmically with my mouth. The appertiff had a nice taste and I sucked her fluids out of her with passion.
Elin´s ass felt great too and I was soon rubbing her anus with a fingertip which made Elin rub her crotch even harder and faster on my face. Taking that as an invitation the finger was soon inside her butt followed by another. I was finger fucking her asshole while licking her pussy through her cycling shorts, and she seemed to love it. Not what I had planned but it turned me on, especially her promiscuous reaction. I knew that was what I had seen in her tricky smile at the office, she was a little slut.
Elin soon seemed close to orgasming. I stopped for a moment, removed her shackles and pulled off her shorts and lifted her right knee to my shoulder, letting her wonderful, club shaped calf rest on my back and started to lick and suck on the inside on her thigh. Elin panted as she tried to push her pussy back to my mouth, but I buried my face into the inside of her right thigh first, sucked hard for a moment, giving her a hickey before my mouth closed around her pussy again. I would taste the ripe meat of her young, sexy thigh soon enough again. But roasted. I kept thinking about stripping the cooked flesh of her just unbelievable upper leg, bite by bite as I licked her pussy.
Her vagina was that kind with prominent outer labias but small inner ones. Had she not been aroused they would barely have been visible. Just a slit between those tasty outer lips. She was also shaved but it was a day or two since so very short, barely noticeable hairs tickled my mouth, lips and tongue wonderfully. I especially enjoyed those red-brown, swollen outer labias and her big, soft mons.
My tongue soon slipped deep inside her and the two fingers found their way back to her butthole. I tasted it too, quickly, it looked clean and slightly gaped so I could see the fresh, pink inside and tasted it, feeling a nice salt taste. Elin moaned and shook as I did so, but I was soon back to her drenched cunt to enjoy her exotic, Nordic pussy. My mind went back to my fantasies about her, this time how to chop up her voluptuous body into pieces. I beheaded and butchered her many times over in my head as I continued with her crotch.
She lasted surprisingly long but I enjoyed every second of her bulging white thigh rubbing my left cheek. Pushing my face harder into it and caressing it with my cheeks and mouth from her knee to the soft top I decided that would be the part I would cook tonight, steaks from the top of her wonderful hot and damp thigh. I enjoyed every second since I knew it was only tonight, I would be able to do this to her. I wobbled the underside of her heavy thigh, hanging nicely by gravity, towards my face a few times, wishing I could drown in it, and feel the weight of her tasty meat slapping me before going back to her wet pussy for the last time. Elin soon came in my face with a squirting orgasm and I happily tasted the clear fluids coming from such a gorgeous body.
She slumped exhausted in the chain above, but I was too worked up to just go on with the cooking just yet. Tiny goose bumps had formed on her thigh, making it look like a big, plucked chicken leg and I enjoyed licking and sucking them, relishing in making them fade away from the touch of my warm mouth.
I removed her handcuffs from the chain and led her to the dinner table and bend her over it onto her belly, parting her feet and grabbed her wonderful ass. I relieved myself with both her pussy and asshole for a few minutes. She was no doubt familiar with and enjoyed anal sex and welcomed me inside her butt which was good since I had to release my arousal. Her stupid jock boyfriend would not be able to enjoy her holes anymore, I was the last to be inside her and I shuddered in delight at the thought and I came violently inside her butt as her sinful anus squeezed the cum out.
I realized just the how juicy her ass was too, while my dick slid in and out between her unbelievably, full and round cheeks. It would be a great looking rump steak. I also took the opportunity to caress her fine back, it was muscular and would yield fine fillets. There was not one single bad cut on her apparently.

Elin was totally spent but I made her stand up and led her to the middle of the room, facing the rolling camera. Holding her flanks I motioned her to sit down on the mattress I had placed there. She slowly sat down on her knees as the camera was rolling in front of her. I would be able to edit it later and enjoy the show as she gave me my favourite view, sitting on the knees and pressing the thighs on top on her calves, showing off the full size of those extraordinary, young titbits.
I rearranged her pose a few times, making sure I got good pictures of her with the legs spread apart and then her knees together. They felt very firm and luxuriant in that position as I reached around her waist from behind and caressed them again. I managed to let go and rearranged the handcuffs to her back and used a hair tie to lift her strawberry blonde mane from her delicate neck and shoulders and made a knot on top of her head.
She was still sitting, slightly slumped and breathing heavily as I pulled up her sports bra, I had totally forgot about checking out her breasts. They popped out nicely, a pair of nicely round and firm natural tits. I grabbed both from behind and felt the soft tissue and gently pinched her erect nipples. Her areolas were slightly larger than I had expected, pink and about an inch across with cute buds around the puffy nipples.
Her ample boobs were even whiter than the rest of her skin, a fresh milky white colour. They almost looked transparent and I realized she had tan lines from a bikini bottom as well. She had been tanning but was not getting very brown, I guess. It looked nice on her.
Elin moaned again as I kneaded her breasts harder, rolling the big globes in my hands, while thinking how to cook them. I decided they would be fantastic no matter how I prepared them. I sat down in front of her and sucked both for a few minutes, they were wonderfully soft and I wished they had been full of creamy milk. Her nipples stiffened in my mouth. “Grilled Scandinavian Breast fillets” would no doubt be another exquisite dish I thought as I slowly let go and continued with my work but could not help but get hard again as I thought about slicing off those teenager tits from her chest.
I kissed her neck and inhaled her scent one last time, she smelled so fresh, even after perspiring from both running and getting fucked hard. I glanced down on her wide, well-fed thighs again, licking my lips at the sight, to remind me why I was doing this, not that I really needed to, removed the blindfold so the camera would catch her cute, now blushed face and stood up.

With one swift stroke Elin was beheaded, her curvy cheerleader body slumped on the floor as I collected her cute head. It became a little messy on the floor, but I would worry about that later. The expensive equipment I had bought, was a genuine katana made from Japanese carbon steel, not too heavy but incredibly sharp. Elin never knew what happened and I was sort of happy with that. But I was also turned on by seeing the sexy young girl on her knees, shackled and hand cuffed having her head chopped off.
Her body with that fine, pale and smooth skin looked incredibly yummy on the cutting board. I set to work when she was drained of blood and sawed off her, cute right foot and then the drumstick above, by the knee before carefully cutting away her thick, right thigh just beneath her juicy butt.
Tonight, I would feast on steaks from Elin´s right upper leg. I put the heavy thigh on the cutting board and expertly sliced three, quarters of an inch-thick steaks from the top, three of them for tonight. Slightly thicker than I had cut Louise´s but it was just a matter of mood that day. My dick got rock hard as I watched the knife part the tender meat. I realized that when a girl´s thighs became so sexy in my eyes, they also became tasty and delicious joints of meat that I wanted to cook and eat as much as I wanted to fondle them.
Elin´s meat was nicely marbled and looked even more tender and muscular than her nicely shaped but thick thighs had suggested at a first glance. I was glad to confirm that she was fit and well-toned through and through. The meat cut like a dream and seeing the sharp knife sinking into her pale skin and part the priceless meat made me feverish by delight again as each steak landed with a thud on the wooden cutting board.
I let them soak in the prepared marinade a few minutes as I prepared the grill, but it was soon roaring, and the red-hot coal radiated a nice heat, greeting Elin´s thigh steaks with a hissing sound as fat and juices dropped onto the hot coal. I let them roast while continuing cutting her up, first finishing off her toothsome thigh so I could marinate the rest of the steaks it gave me until they were to be barbequed other nights. The thick slices were soon swimming in a big bowl with the bourbon-spiced marinade and the taste would probably just become better as the meat aged somewhat.
I chopped off her “wings”, the upper arms were indeed thick and juicy, corresponding well to their lower limbs counterparts and would be very delicious indeed. I debreasted her as well, just as with Louise with some margin at the base, the two bobbly morsels would be the feasts of other nights and went into the fridge like two, big jelly cakes on a plate. I continued by cutting up her torso into spare ribs, belly steaks and loin filets. Some for roasting, some as sandwich application, probably lunch at work. Her belly steaks looked incredibly tasty, her abs were muscular and very tender, she had probably done a lot of sit-ups or similar exercises which would benefit me, as I was to feast on the well-toned meat.
Separating her left leg from her round ass, I planned to oven roast it just as I had done with Louise´s, a full leg displayed on my special mount so I could compare her drumstick and thigh meat too. Her perfectly round butt was another marvelous sight on the cutting board. I let the pussy remain on it and planned for another full rump steak one day. Her bald, “innie pussy” would be the perfect cherry on top to eat from between those plump cheeks.
Storing most in the freezer and her right drumstick in the fridge. That curvy wonder would be breakfast tomorrow. Maybe I could boil her right foot for lunch. It took a little while to cut her up, but I had time and enjoyed the work, checking in on the roasting steaks now and then while continuing with the dessert.
I laughed to myself at the main menu for tonight: “Scandinavian Strawberry Blonde Cheerleader Thigh steaks” as I admired the three round, nicely roasting steaks. They had already a fine, brown color and the skin had indeed been tanned to a more golden-brown shade as they cooked, resembling Louise´s marvelous thigh meat. I shuddered in delight at the thought of having a second girl from work as dinner.
Then I set to work with the dessert. I wanted to make a brawn from her cute head. I did not want it to go to waste and I wanted to absorb her beauty, it seemed like the perfect way. I could maybe make a stew from it, but I would perhaps try that with the next girl I found.
I quickly processed it, removing everything from it and made that brawn flavoring it with some chosen spices and more bourbon. I wanted to eat her head almost as bad as her legs, it was a weird feeling, but I did not fight it, but embraced it instead. It felt weird but intrigued me still. Elin´s cute face would be dissolved and absorbed within me and she would always be a part of me. It was the most forbidden thing I could think of, eating the most cute girls´ heads which made it quite easy to strip all edible parts from her skull.
I decorated my table with a few chosen, printed pictures of Elin and lit candles. There was the picture of her in the bikini from the university´s site, and a few of my own. Of course, a few of her on her knees, her skirt pulled up so her white thighs with their gleaming pale skin was exposed. I toasted the pictures as I served myself the three steaming steaks.
With my silver cutlery I cut a generous triangular shaped piece so I would get the full depth from the surface to the core of her thigh. Her skin was just slightly crisp and the meat inexpressible tender. Just enough resistance yet mild and soft, the taste was a stronger version of what I had felt as I licked her raw thigh. I could easily tell the difference between the tender quadriceps and the leaner inner fillét, both being fantastic in their own ways. I used all my senses as I ate her and it was a big part, watching the pictures as I put the leg meat into my mouth, looking at the picture of the raw, uncooked leg as I put it into my mouth.
And Elin did not disappoint, and the triple cuts were gone all too soon.
I turned my attention to the brawn and devoured everything, feeling how I absorbed Elin´s cuteness and charming smile and her healthy appearance. The taste was mild but good, very creamy and salt. The only downside of eating it was that I could not build a trophy rack with the heads of the girls I had eaten. But you cannot both have your cake and eat it, sadly.
My breakfast the next morning was her pleasantly shaped right calf, her delicious drumstick. Barbequed, once again over a bed of hot coal. Her pale skin was indeed much better at catching on that tasty, golden brown shade from roasting than it had been getting tanned in the sun. It was shiny and almost too dark when I deemed it done. I poured a string of barbeque sauce over the slick skin before grabbing it in my hands and biting into the big, meaty bulge at the back. Her bones stuck out on each side and I could enjoy it like a corn cobb, eating her fantastic, well roasted meat off them. It was nothing less than incredible, lean texture and maturity and I had the sight of her pantyhose clad calves from the office in my head as I savored it, wondering suddenly if she maybe had any sisters.
The stripped and licked bones were soon the only remains on my plate.
Her right foot, a petite and very handsome specimen, her feet were in fact quite tiny and very cute, found its way into one of my pots that evening. The pink, steaming morsel was gently boiled and very easy to eat, I could just suck the meat off her tiny toes before removing her nails. The rest was gone all too soon paired with a bottle of red wine.
I tried a new recipe for her big ass as my Sunday dinner however, and let it boil in a slow simmering stew until it was done. The shiny ass looked great on the platter as it dried off slightly. Very luxuriant and easy to eat as well, probably the softest meat from Elin so far but none the less as fantastic. It went well with light beer so the meat´s taste was not overwhelmed. Her mons was very fat and incredibly tasty.
Unlike Louise´s breasts, I oven roasted Elin´s. But they behaved similar and seemed to expand slightly as they cooked, looking as if they were about to burst while the nipples became just slightly crisp and dark, seeping fat. I sliced both into just the right sized pieces and devoured both in one go the following night which was almost a mistake as the big breasts filled me up the mouth, or so it felt.
I ate slices from Elin´s belly and back at work the next week, while my co-workers wonder where she had gone, I was eating her juicy meat, thinking about the steaks from her thick thigh, marinating in my kitchen, that I would roast the rest of that Friday night. It was hard not to smile.
When she was fully consumed, I added Elin´s white bones to my growing collection. I was especially happy for the two pairs of a salsa dancer´s and a cheerleader´s thigh bones, totally clean eaten in my basement. I wondered what other type of girls I could find and add to my trophy room.