This story contains sex, live burial, and necrophilia. If you are under eighteen
or do not like these types of stories, do not read. This story refers to no
one living or dead.

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The Meadow
   
Sandy walked along the green, flower covered meadow behind her house. She sat on the ground with her long dress folded around and her waist length, blonde hair moved in the slight breeze. Sandy pulled at the grass and flowers till she found the soil below. She dug her hand into the soil and scooped up a hand full. She lifted her hand and let the soil slip through her fingers back to the ground from which it came.
 
Sandy pulled at the grass for hours. Soon there was a square of bare earth in the green meadow. She stripped off her dress and lay on her back on the bare ground. Sandy then took handfuls of the soil and spread it over her body. Her breathing got harder and she reached down to massage her soaking pussy. Sandy rubbed her pussy, mixing the soil with her love juices. It did not take long for her to orgasm. Sandy stood, put her dress back on, and looked at the wet spot on the soil.
 
Sandy walked into her house and went straight to the bedroom. It was still light outside but she wanted the darkness of sleep. Sandy was awakened a couple of hours later by her boyfriend, Sam, getting into bed. He asked concerned, "Are you all right? You have been sleeping a lot lately."
 
Sandy replied, not wanting to tell the truth, "I must be coming down with a bug. I will be okay in few days."
 
Sam did not make an attempt to have sex with Sandy. He decided to go into the bathroom, think about his fantasies, and masturbate. Sam’s mind went back to the day he saw the girl of his dreams laying in her casket. He had desired this girl since the first time he saw her. Sam had felt despair when he asked her out and she refused. He went to the funeral home the day she died in the car accident. Mark had looked down at her body dressed in the white lace dress and dreamed of fucking her. He thought of the fucking the young girl in the casket and semen shot from his cock onto the tiled bathroom floor. He cleaned up and went to bed.
 
The two lovers woke up and kissed. Everything looked normal on the outside. No one could imagine the things going on in their minds. After breakfast Sam and Sandy went back to bed, only this time they made love. Sex between them had always been simple missionary style sex.
 
That night they opened a bottle of wine and sat in front on the television watching a boring movie. Sandy’s head quickly got light from the wine and she began to talk a lot. She did not care to drink because it made her talk to much. Sandy reached down with her hand and stroked her pussy though her shorts. She looked at Sam and spoke almost in tears, "I have a confession to make. I hope you will still love me."
 
Sam felt his heart stop. It always meant something bad when a woman said those words. Sam finally responded, "I will always love you no matter what."
 
Sandy was in tears by this time. She sobbed as she said, "I am a freak. I have these desires and am losing control of them." She went silent, only crying.
 
Sam, unsure of what to say pulled Sandy close to him. Yet he was curious at what her desires were.
 
Sam’s question was quickly answered as Sandy continued, "I look at the ground and want to be in it. I love the feel of the soil on my body. I want to be buried alive." Sandy broke down and cried more.
 
Sam was shocked, he could not imagine his girlfriend wanting something like this. Sam decided to make her feel better and said, "I am not sure what you want but I still love you. We can play around with these desires and have some fun with them."
 
Sandy immediately cheered up and said, "Can we really. You could cover me up a little and then we could fuck."
 
Sandy stood up and took Sam by the hand and said, "Come on, I want to show you my spot."
 
Sam followed Sandy to the grassy meadow. He had been there many times but never in the dark. The moon was full so Sandy easily found the bare spot she had made. Sandy laid down on the bare ground and lifted her dress. Sam did not need and invitation and dropped his pants. He entered her, already wet, pussy. The two made passionate love till the early morning.
 
Sandy slept late the next day. When Sandy got up she went back to the meadow, this time carrying a shovel. Sandy wore the white lace dress that she dreamed of being buried in. She looked down at the brown soil and slid the shovel into it. The shovel slid only an inch under the soil. Sandy scooped the soil and tossed it to the side. She did this for the next two hours. Sandy sat down on the ground to cool off and looked at the spot. She had only dug about six inches down.
 
Sandy slid her soil-incrusted hand to her pussy. She could fill the tiny granules against her clit. She reached down and took a handfuls of the loosened earth. She spread her legs wider and pushed the dirt into her pussy.
 
Sam walked up and saw his girlfriend pushing the dirt into her pussy. He dropped his pants and walked to her. Sam removed Sandy’s hand from her pussy and replaced it with his throbbing cock. Sam felt discomfort as he slid his cock into her dirt filled pussy. The soil tore at both their organs as Sam fucked Sandy. With the extra friction it did not take them long to orgasm. 

Sam rolled off his girlfriend into the shallow hole Sandy had dug. Sandy jumped up, with Sam’s semen and traces of blood dripping from her pussy and exclaimed, "That is my grave, get out of it."
 
Startled, Sam stood and said cautiously, "I am sorry. I didn’t mean to get in there."
 
The mood was broken, Sam left Sandy laying in her shallow grave.
 
The next day as soon as Sandy woke up she put on her white dress and went back to the meadow. She once again dug in the hard soil for several hours.
 
Exhaustion hit Sandy and she dropped the shovel. She lay down in the foot and a half deep hole. Sandy felt the warm earth against her body as she drifted off to sleep.
 
The next morning Sandy was awakened by the sun shining in her eyes. At first she was unsure where she was. Sandy smiled when she realized she was in the hole. She stood and looked at the place where she had slept. Sandy went home to eat and make up with Sam.
 
Sam woke up as Sandy came into the house. The sight he saw shocked him. Sandy wore the dirty dress and had dirt caked in her hair. He had never seen her look so withdrawn before. Sam followed her into the kitchen and asked, "Are you still mad at me?"
 
Sandy replied in a steady voice, "No, I am not mad. I am sorry for last night. It just looked strange to see you lying in my hole. I am not really sure why it bothered me." 

Sam asked, wanting to be helpful, "Do you want me to finish digging the hole for you?"
 
Sandy shouted, "No, I want to dig it myself.” She then went over to Sam and kissed him tenderly.
 
The two ate and talked about the little things in their life. Things seemed to be normal during breakfast. After they had eaten Sandy left the house and went back to the meadow. She dug until sunset. Sandy looked down into the four feet deep hole and said to herself, "It is finished. At last it is a grave and
not a hole."
 
Sandy returned home to find Sam sitting watching television. She took a seat beside of him, not caring about the dirt coming off her clothes onto the couch. She looked into Sam’s eyes and asked, "Will you make love to me?"
 
Sam did not hesitate and took her into his arms. Sam smelled the stench of her filthy body as he lifted her dress. Sam took off his pants and eased his hard cock into Sandy’s waiting pussy. There was still soil in her pussy and at times it felt like sand paper against his cock. Sam thought of the young dead girl laying in her casket as his manhood exploded with its passion.
 
The two lay on the couch and drifted off to sleep. Sandy woke up first and slid carefully off the couch, not wanting to disturb Sam. She went out to the work shed and found a piece of wood that suited her purpose. Sandy took a saw and cut the wood into a two foot by two and a half foot piece. She then sanded the top till it was arched. Sandy got the wood burning kit Sam had gotten for Christmas and began to etch the wood. She wrote her name and below it her birthday. She thought a minute and then wrote into the wood her death date. Sandy had put the next days date on the wood. She took the homemade grave marker to the grave in the meadow. She carefully placed the marker at the head of her grave. 
 
Sandy went back to the house and woke Sam. The two went to bed with Sandy still wearing the dirty white dress. Just as Sam was about to drift off to sleep Sandy said, "I want you to bury me tomorrow."
 

  Sam became fully awake and said, "Are you sure about this?"
 

  Sandy replied, "I am sure about it. I don’t know if I am ready to die. I thought of maybe putting a pipe in for me to breath through. I can experience being buried and decide if that is what I really want. You can dig me up the next day and we can go from there."

  This eased Sam’s mind a little and said, "I am glad you are not going to die right now. I don’t want to lose you."
 
Sandy slept fitfully that night. She could not get the grave out of her mind. Sandy woke Sam up early that morning and said, "It is time for me to be buried. I want to stay there till tomorrow at the same time."
 
Sam found a flexible hose in the workshop and followed Sandy to the meadow. Sandy eased herself into the hole and lay down. Sam felt his cock grow hard as he looked down and saw her laying in the shallow grave. With the dirty lace dress someone might have thought she had just been dug up. Her hair was matted from the dirt and sweat. Her dress was torn slightly, revealing half of her breast.
 
Sandy felt the moist earth against her back. Small rocks pinched her slightly. Sandy thought about getting out to remove the rocks but decided against it. Sam handed her the hose and she placed it in her mouth. Sandy took a deep breath through the plastic pipe. She could taste the plastic slightly as the air flowed through the pipe.
 
Sam stood looking down at Sandy and said, “Are you ready?"
 
Sandy only nodded her head as Sam picked up the shovel. Without thinking Sam threw a shovel full of dirt onto Sandy. The dirt hit Sandy in the stomach and she gagged as the impact knocked the breath out of her. She struggled to regain her breath. Sam noticed what had happened and said apologetically, "I am sorry. I will be more careful from now on."
 
When sandy was breathing normally again Sam began to shovel the dirt in once again. This time he eased the dirt onto her midsection. It did not take long for Sam to begin sweating. He wondered how Sandy had held out to dig the deep hole.
 

Sandy felt the sun-warmed dirt hit her body.  She savored the feel of the dirt as it began to pile on top of her. Sandy’s feet and legs was the first thing to be covered. She could feel the weight of the soil on her body. Sandy was soon completely covered by the dirt except for her face. She lay there anticipating what it was going to feel like having her face covered by the soil. The next shovel full hit her full in the face. Sandy had not prepared and some of it got into her eyes. She tried to use her hands to clear the dirt from her eyes but they were pinned to her sides by the earth.
 
The dirt now covered her face by several inches. Sandy lay in the darkness feeling the wet cool earth on her body. She would have loved to play with her pussy but she could not move her hands or anything else.
 

Sandy could not hear the dirt piling onto her anymore. She was surprised by the weight on her body. She had not thought about the weight of the soil. It was now an effort to breathe through the tube. Sandy was not sure if she was going to make the twenty-four hours. This did not matter because she was happy for the first time.
 

Sandy lay in the eerie darkness and silence of the earth. It took all of her effort to take a breath. She had never been where she could not move before. Time lost all meaning to the buried woman.  

The little rocks Sandy had noticed when she first lay in the grave now felt like big rocks as they dug into her ass and back. She then felt something was moving on different parts of her body.  Sandy then remembered the little bugs and worms she had seen when digging the grave. 

The bugs soon felt like they were covering her entire body. They must have been attracted to  the heat she gave off. Sandy felt one crawling on her cheek. She then felt the bug on her lips. She wanted to wipe the bug away from her mouth but couldn’t. The bug worked its way till it was inside of her mouth. Sandy tried to spit the bug out but the pipe held her mouth open and useless. The first bug was soon followed by several more. They crawled around her tongue and gums. Sandy had to accept the bugs in her mouth and pushed them out of her mind.
 
Sandy ‘s body ached from the lack of movement and she wondered how much longer she had in the grave. Sandy felt a movement at her pussy and realized more bugs or worms had found her pussy. They began to work their way into her moist pussy. This was more pleasurable then the ones in her mouth. The creatures crawling around soon had Sandy having an orgasm. The insects kept her sexually excited.

  After the last orgasm Sandy was exhausted and fell into a light sleep. She woke up in a panic. Something was in her throat, choking her. She coughed a little trying to force it out of her throat. This seemed to help a little but the object went deeper into her esophagus. Then she felt another movement deep in her throat. Sandy realized the bugs were crawling down her throat. The bugs seemed to march constantly toward her insides.
 
Sam lay in bed that night thinking about Sandy. He knew the passion that drove her into the grave. Sam had always feared his passion might make him do something even worse. He thought about the pretty sales woman that came to the door one day. He had thought about pulling her inside, taking a knife, and plunging it threw her belly. Then he had wanted to make fuck the woman till she was dead and then fuck her more.
 
Sam thought about what would happen if Sandy died in the grave. He could dig up her corpse and lay it on their bed and make love to her till she rot. His cock began to get hard as he thought of fucking her rotting corpse. At this point Sam was not sure if he was going to dig Sandy up at the appointed time. Sam fell asleep with these thoughts.
 
Sandy tried to wiggle to escape the bugs that ravished her body. They seemed to fill her body. She could feel them filling her stomach as if she had eaten a huge meal. Only this fullness in her stomach moved constantly.
 
Breathing had become difficult for her. The soil kept compacting and pushing harder against her chest. Sandy was afraid she would not make it till the next morning. If she died the bugs would consumer her beautiful body.
 
Sandy’s body tired of pushing against the heavy earth and gave up.  Sandy fell into a sleep that she would never awaken from. Her death seemed to attract more bugs and worms. Within two hours they were slowly consuming her body.
 
Sam woke up that morning and rushed to the grave. He saw the tube sticking oddly out of the ground and thought of pulling it out to kill the woman below. Instead Sam took the shovel and began to dig. It took a couple of hours to reach Sandy. As soon as she was barely uncovered he knew she was dead. There was already the stench of death around her.
 
Sam dragged her bug-infested body from the grave. He tried to clean the bugs and worms away but there were too many. He carried the limp body to the house and lay it on the bed. He took off the filthy dress and looked at her bluish body. He felt his cock getting hard and took off his clothes. Sam almost shot his semen on the dead woman’s belly as he pushed it into her pussy. Her pussy was still slightly wet but cold. Sam felt the bugs as he fucked her. In a matter of seconds he shot his load into the dead pussy.
 
Sam kept Sandy’s corpse in the house for a week having sex with it several times a day. The stench got so bad in the house he could not take it anymore. He carried the corpse back to the meadow and dropped it into the grave. Sam
covered up Sandy for the second time.
 
The end