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A few of my old contacts have emailed me asking if I would post the story of my
second encounter with maggots. It’s been about five years since it happened and I
had written about it the next day on my Multiply page.
Unfortunately Multiply deleted that page. I lost the story and everything. I hadn’t
kept a copy because I did everything from a computer at work. It’s all gone.
A lot of detail fades over time, but I tried my best to re-write the experience. Once
got started some of it came back to me and I ended really enjoying it. I’m glad I
took the time.
Hopefully I haven’t misremembered anything important.
It happened on a Sunday afternoon while I was driving back home from
Milwaukee. I can’t remember now whether it was the weekend of Summerfest or
Labor Day, but it was one of the two.
As I mentioned, the following Monday night I wrote the whole thing out at work
and uploaded it to my Multiply page. I even got brave and took some pictures
before my hands got too dirty.
I uploaded a couple of those to the page too – only the ones that I felt safe
showing. Not a lot of me in them… not a lot of my flabby, disgusting, pale body in
them, actually. I really wish I had even those few back. Multiply didn’t respond to
my email when I asked.
Anyway, I was driving home on some other highway besides 194 because I
expected there would probably be a traffic jam after the state line. The weather
was hot, humid, and sunny. I wish I remember what road it was, but I don’t
anymore. I haven’t been back.
I noticed a smell. A really bad smell. I knew it was the smell of something decaying.
The smell got stronger then faded away as I drove, but it kind of stuck in my nose.
It stuck with me enough to get my imagination going, and after a few seconds
made the mental connection between the odor, a dead animal, maggots, and all of
a sudden I was looking for a spot to turn the car around.
It was a stupid thing to do, I knew, but I didn’t have anything specific in mind. Just
the idea that there might be something putrid and interesting to see.
I remember stopping on the shoulder of the highway at the point where the odor
seemed strongest and felt kind of disappointed in myself.
I’d been a good girl for a long time, ever since I recovered from my dumpster
“adventure” with maggots that put me in the hospital, but now I was not feeling
very much like a good girl.
But my imagination was getting ahead of me. At that point I still didn’t know where
the rotting smell was coming from. There was a ditch and a grass embankment
along either side of the highway, a few patches of trees, and cornfields.
I knew from how strong the odor was that it had to be something nearby, but as I
got out of my car I wondered how I would find it. I was clever enough to notice the
direction of the warm breeze, so knew I needed to be on the other side of the
highway.
Within a few moments I had taken all of my clothes off. The sundress and my
underwear were draped over the branches of a large bush. I laid my beach blanket
on the ground next to the deer.
It felt so, so, erotic to me to be nude, outdoors, so near to this nauseating, stinking
carcass. Flies landed on my skin. It felt like they were inviting me.
I took a bunch of pictures of the deer and the maggots, some really close up. I took
the remote off my camera, set the camera down on one part of the frame of the
billboard, and took more pictures that showed some of me in them near the
maggots.
I even took one where I was touching the maggots with my finger. It felt warm, but
I was still really grossed out by it. I hadn’t even seen a maggot since my last
experience.
A car went by on the highway. It startled me… but not for very long. I was feeling
pretty secure now in my little hiding place with my new friend. The secluded area
was almost disturbingly perfect.
Even though I was pretending to be in control of myself, I kind of knew, from the
moment i’d found the deer, that I was going to do something stupid.
I stood up and stepped over the carcass with one leg. Staring down into the
seething mass of maggots I felt like such a worthless, perverted piece of shit to be
aroused by the sight. But I was so aroused. I was soaking wet. There was no way!
could control what I did now. I had to feel them again. I needed it.
I squatted down above the carcass, feeling one of the deer’s hind legs against my
lower back. Forcing back the urge to gag again, I removed my fingers from my
vagina and sank them into the thick mass of maggots in front of me.
I could feel the heat below the surface of the mass as they squirmed around my
fingers. I stopped for a moment to think about what I was doing, but like an addict,
I couldn’t stop myself. I really tried. Sort of.
Naked with a decomposing animal carcass, staring at the writhing, disgusting
maggots, I felt like I’d never been so horny in all my life. I lifted my hand out of the
maggot mass and held it in front of my face, looking at all of the maggots that
clung to my skin.
I felt my stomach rising into my throat and barely avoided gagging once again.
Instead I slowly brought my hand down between my legs and pressed my maggot-
covered fingers between my vaginal lips.
No, no…I whispered to myself, beginning to weep a little. My eyes were tearing up.
How could I do this to myself again? I’m not a human being, I thought. I’m lower
than a pig. I’m not even an animal. I’m garbage. I’m waste.
My heart was pounding and I could feel maggots squirming between my fingers
and my pussy and it’s disgusting and it feels so good.
And then I had a sudden realization that I had no idea what kind of maggots these
were. They might not eat just dead tissue, like blowfly maggots. The thought made
my clit pulse hard against my hand. Oh no, I thought, dropping onto my knees so I was kneeling just above the carcass
with my legs spread wide apart. These maggots, they might bite me. They might
burrow into me, infest me for real. I felt so much need right then.
I scooped up a handful of maggots in my shaking hand and pressed them against,
and into, my vagina. I began to orgasm. I felt so good and so disgusting at the same
time. I didn’t want to stop so I shoveled another handful of maggots into my
vagina, then another, and another.
1 plunged my hand back into the maggot mass, deeper this time, grabbing and
tugging at the decaying, partially liquefied guts beneath.
No longer covered by the maggots, the odor of the decay was so strong it forced
me to drop the unidentifiable glob of entrails I held in my hand. But I should have
that inside me too, I thought. It’s what I need…what I deserve.
I picked the repulsive piece of deer guts back up and pushed it entirely into my
vagina, crushing and pushing aside numerous maggots. I was panting now, feeling
drunk with arousal.
There was no stopping myself now, I knew, as I allowed myself to sink my fat
flabby ass down into the carcass, burying my pussy in maggots and decay. I could
feel both solid and soft things beneath me along with the constant wriggling of
thousands of maggots.
I began to hump my pussy against something firm, whatever it was, buried deep
under the maggots.
I felt like I was out of my mind, now totally reveling in the horror of what I was
doing to myself, grinding my hips and thrusting my infested cunt into the carcass
as hard as I could.
Maggots were oozing out of my vagina as I thrashed about. I did my best with
shaking hands to cram them back inside.
I clutched at anything beneath me, maggots, guts, even some of the little black
beetles, anything to pollute myself inside even worse. I kept humping and
humping against the carcass, unable to stop even if I’d wanted to.
A new, strong orgasm overcame me, making my head spin. As I climaxed, I let
myself slowly fall forward, my tummy coming down to lie on the open belly of the
carcass.
With my fat ass still humping uncontrollably against the rotting guts, I realized my
face was now close to the deer’s head. With my finger, I gently poked at the
maggots infesting the deer’s eye socket, watching them writhe as my orgasm
faded.
And then I surprised myself. I usually feel really bad after I’ve done something sick
and perverse, kind of a mix of defeat, guilt, disgust, disappointment. This time I
didn’t.
I felt filthy, but still very erotically filthy. I was at the bottom. I’d become the
repulsiveness I was getting off on.
Reluctantly lifting myself off of the deer carcass, I sat for a few minutes catching
my breath, feeling both the exhausted throbbing between my legs and the
crawling of the little beasts still clinging to my skin. I wiped off my hands on my beach towel and picked up the camera remote. I took
a couple pictures of myself with my boobs, my belly, my crotch and my thighs
completely smeared with disgusting slime, bits of decayed deer guts, and lots of
maggots.
I could still feel maggots moving in my vagina, too. As violent as I’d been, I hadn’t
killed them all. Infested inside and out, I didn’t want the feeling to go away.
Moving as carefully as I could to keep from squeezing anything out of my vagina, 1
got dressed without removing any of the filth on me.
I drove the rest of the way home with my beach towel covering the driver’s seat. I
had my fingers in my panties several times, playing with my clit and feeling the
tiny monsters that continued to squirm between my legs. I didn’t cum at all, but I
stayed close to it.
Incredibly, I never became sick or had any infection from the experience, maybe
because I got in the bathtub and cleaned myself really well as soon as I was home.
My sundress, bra, panties, and beach towel all went in the trash. No big loss. What I
really miss is the pictures I too.