Incomplete, Work-in-Progress
 
 A girl gets eaten out in a more literal fashion than she might prefer.
 
 M/f, oral sex, cannibalism
 
 "It's soo hot.." the girl moaned helplessly, while drooping her head bonelessly to one shoulder.
 
 "Yes." her sitting companion replied, as he took in her damp, nearly nude form, which was sprawled out carelessly beside him. "Yes, it is."
 
 She was wearing only a pair of sheer white panties and a flimsy, loose fitting white spaggetti strap top. The material of both articles of clothing was thin enough to be a little translucent even when perfectly dry, which they were now obviously not. They were, in fact, quite soaked through with a mixture of water and the girl's own perspiration, and clung closely to her flesh, very nearly transparent, revealing almost as much of her as if she hadn't been wearing them at all. The girl's outer garments were piled to one side of her. They had apparently they had been abandoned with some haste.
 
 "No swimsuit, huh?" he added, a moment later, his eyes still roaming over her hungrily even as one corner of his mouth quirked up into a grin.
 
 The girl noted his wandering eyes, and twitched her legs as if to bring her knees together from their wide, haphazard sprawl, then apparently gave up the attempt to shield her modesty as too much effort, considering the temperature.
 
 "No." she answered, sounding exhausted from even breathing in the the heat baked air around them. "I was out for a little walk, and then the heat snuck up on me."
 
 "I thought a quick dip might cool me off, but.." she continued, with a small, careless wave at the modest creek flowing sluggishly along its shallow channel a dozen or so feet down the bank from them. "..even the water is too hot, today. It didn't help at all."
 
 "So, here I am, tired and hot, and now also muggy and damp." she finished, with a disconsolate little sigh, while picking forlornly at the wet fabric of the top clinging to her shapely chest. "I just might die, I think.."
 
 The man chuckled. He had been out for a little stroll himself, idly following the winding, narrow path through the trees near the creek's edge, when he had, mere moments ago, come across this vision of loveliness sitting underneath the meager noon shade of a small tree. He, without a moment's hesitation, had then promptly sat himself down beside her.
 
 "Well, that's a shame.." he mused, his eyes still on her form. "Though, considering your impending demise, do you think I might ask something of you? Something you might not normally consider, especially since I'm a complete stranger?"
 
 "Oh, I suppose." replied the girl after a moment, her tone mildly curious, as she quirked an eyebrow up at him. "What is it, then?"
 
 "I know this is forward of me, but would you mind if I played with your pussy a bit, before you slip off into the great beyond?" he asked, as he shifted his eyes up from her damp sex to her large eyes. "It'd be a shame to let such a fine example of its kind go to waste, without giving it a good final stroke or two."
 
 The girl eyed him for a few moments, her expression neutral, after he made his request. Then, perhaps because of the heat, or perhaps because of the sheer, blatant cheek of his request, she huffed out a suprised laugh and then grinned.
 
 "You know what?" she asked, rhetorically, shrugging her shoulders as her grin grew into a michivious smile. "Why not?"
 
 She shifted her hips forward and spread her legs apart completely, which only drew the wet, transparent material of her panties more taut over her sex, and then leaned back against the tree trunk.
 
 "Have at it, if you like."
 
 "Fantastic." the man replied, his own grin growing to answer hers, even as he reached out towards her.
 
 Instead of making directly for her panty covered cleft, though, he first rested his hands on each of her knees. Then, in no apparent hurry, he slowly drew his finger tips up the inside of her thighs, which had begun trembling and quivering ever so slightly beneath his sure touch.
 
 The girl shivered, despite the heat, and exhaled a shakey breath. Her nipples, also despite the heat, grew erect underneath their palty covering of clingy, damp cloth, tenting up the fabric in a very perky manner.
 
 Then, the man's fingers reached their goal. He began tracing the outline of her opening through the barely concealing covering of her panties with his left fingers, even as he started teasing and gently toying at the hood over her clit with his right.
 
 "You know, I think we ought to get those damp panties off of you.." he mused. His attention, like hers, was riveted on what he was doing to her sex.
 
 "..Y-yeah.." the girl agreed, absently, even as she began to rock her hips slightly in time with the stokes of his hand across her flesh.
 
 He paused for a moment in his ministrations, which caused the girl to make a small noise of protest. With her assistance, by lifting her own bottom up slightly off the ground, he slid his fingers beneath the bands of her panties and began to slowly draw then down her hips.
 
 The wet fabric clung tightly too her, as if reluctant to part with its embrace of her flesh, which he could entirely understand. Finally, though, he pulled them down far enough to reveal her sex, smooth and bare of any hair, completely.
 
 "Beautiful.." he murmered, making her blush, his eyes locked on her pussy even as he slid the damp garment down her shapely legs and off past her bare feet and tiny, wriggling toes.
 
 "Th-thanks.." the girl said, her eyes darting to the side shyly, as if she were embarrassed by his praise.
 
 "Mmm, and what is this little thing I see peeking out from under there?" the man continued, as he brought his hands back up to her once again.
 
 "My, my, I do love clits.." he breathed, as he drew a single finger down from her navel to her hood, before he slipped it underneath the little fold of skin and ran it around the bud of sensitive flesh that was her center. "And yours is quite cute, indeed."
 
 "Ah.. ha.. aah!" was all the girl was able to moan in reply, as she squirmed her hips in shivery pleasure at his touch.
 
 "Yes, very sensitive and responsive." he confirmed, as he began gently flicking his fingertip back and forth across the little nubbin. "And, I'll bet it is.."
 
 He leaned down in close to her, and brought his lips almost to her sex. Abondoning her clit with his finger for the moment, he slid the strong digit into her, then hooked it upwards and used it to tug on her inner wall gently, urging her hips up and forward. The girl complied with his unspoken demand, and thrust her hips up toward his face.
 
 His mouth enveloped the top of her sex, and she groaned as his lips pursed and suckled around her clit. She trembled when he ran his tongue inquisitively over it, again and again, even as his invading finger began stroking and caressing her insides.
 
 "..yes, very tasty. Just as I thought it would be." he finished, a few moments later, when he drew back up and away from her once again. "Say, I don't suppose that you'll let me ask something else of you? Something which you also might not normally consider?"
 
 "W-what?" the girl asked, her eyes, as she gazed up at him, half lidded and a little glazed over with arousal. "Oh, please don't stop."
 
 "Well, do you suppose that I might eat your pussy?" he asked.
 
 "Do you really have to ask?! I thought that you were doing a pretty good job of it already!" the girl replied, squirming her hips in frustration at the continued interruption of her pleasure.
 
 "No, no.." the man said, chuckling again. "I don't mean cunniligus, girl. I'd like to actually eat this pretty, tasty little pussy of yours."
 
 "You.. you do?" eyes widening in surprise, even as her heart rate speed up at her realization of his meaning. "But.. but.."
 
 "Oh, it won't hurt." the man said, waving a hand in a flippantly dismissive guesture. "I don't want to cook it first, or anything. I much prefer to eat a girl's womanhood raw, after all."
 
 "I've got a set of Q-Cutlery back at my cabin." he continued "You'd barely feel so much as a pinch each time I took a slice off you."
 
 "I.. I don't know.." the girl replied, uncertainly. "I'm awfully fond of my pussy.."
 
 "Well, you don't have to decide right this second." the man said, his tone reasonable. "Why don't you come back to my cabin?"
 
 "We can continue this discussion.." he stated, as he rolled one of his thumbs around her clit. "..there, in comfort, instead of out here, in the heat."
 
 "Well.." the girl said, clearly undecided.
 
 "It's got air conditioning." he added.
 
 "Let's go." she said firmly, already standing up. "Is it far? Lead the way."
 
 "Not far, only a couple hundred yards up the path, actually." he replied, grinning and standing up himself.
 
 "Hey." she said, as she hurried to follow him when he turned and began walking away. "Hey, can I have my panties back, at least while we walk?"
 
 "No." he replied, smiling cheekily over his shoulder at her as he sped up his pace. "You look better without them."
 
 "Tcha!" she chuffed, in (mostly) mock affont, even as she broke into a little trot to keep up with his longer stride, her bottom and legs flexing attractively at the effort.
 
 The man had been telling the truth, as a small, but modern looking, cabin soon appeared before them, nestled in the shade of a little copse of trees near the creek. She was glad it wasn't very far, because she was feeling very exposed and vulnerable in the outdoors, walking along behind the man who had brazened his way into her panties, practicaly nude as she was, with only a skimpy, damp top on.
 
 Said panties were currently being causally twirled around the man's index finger as they walked, which both irritated and, for odd some reason, aroused her.
 
 "Oh, I forgot the rest of my clothes.." she said, her tone chagrined, as they stepped up onto the cabin's small porch. "Maybe I should go back and.."
 
 "Don't worry about them." the man reasurred. "You can go back for them later, if you want."
 
 "You're not going to be needing them right now, anyway." he stated, as he ushered her into his cabin with a couple little propietary pats on her bare bottom.
 
 The girl shivered as she stepped into the spacious, one room cabin, and it wasn't entirly because of how cool the air inside of it was.
 
 "Here, let's get you up on the table." he instructed, after he had hung her panties casually on the coat rack by the door.
 
 When the girl hesistated, he snorted, rolled his eyes, and picked her up by the waist. With what seemed to be very little effort on his part, he lifted her and deposited her bodily, but gently, on the top of what was clearly the dining table.
 
 "Now, if you'll spread out those lovely legs of yours, we can continue where we left off."
 
 Slowly, the girl straightened up on the table, then put her hands behind her hips and leaned back upon them, while thrusting her hips forward and spreading her legs out, once again revealing her bare pussy, which had lost none of its moistness on the short journey.
 
 "Magnificent." he stated, simply, as he gazed down hungrily at her sex.
 
 She squirmed a little on the table at his praise, while biting her lip, then squirmed more when he began stroking and caressing her inner thighs and outer lips again.
 
 "So, I believe the topic of conversation was your delightful little pussy, and whether or not you would be amenable to the idea of me eating it."
 
 The girl shivered again.
 
 "But.. but it's my pussy.." she said, her tone a little helpless and breathy, as she closed her eyes, to better concentrate on the pleasure that the man's fingers were engendering withing her. Within the flesh he apparently desired to consume.
 
 "And a finer one I've not seen." the man agreed, as he switched one hand for the other, so he could lick the fingers of the one that had just been stroking her. "Best to harvest it now, while it's in the prime of its ripeness."
 
 "Ahh!" the girl whimpered, a little desperately. "How.. how do I know that you've even.. even got real a set of real Q-c-cutlery?"
 
 "Wait one moment." he replied, as he abandoned his ministrations on her flesh, which made her murmur quietly in disappointed protest, and stood up.
 
 He crossed the room to the cupboards, then returned a moment later holding a knife and fork, which he laid down between her legs. The sharp ends were pointed directly at her cleft, which made a fluttery little thrill of apprehension flit up her spine.
 
 "Q-fork." the man stated simply, as he picked the fork back up after he had set himself down before her once again.
 
 Without any further prompting on her part, he buried the tines of the utensil, which were thin and wickedly pointed, deep into his own forearm. It took little apparent effort on his part, as if his skin and muscle posed no meaningful obstacle to the implement's steel.
 
 He pulled it back out again immediately, then showed her the dark little holes, which were quite bloodless, that the fork's tines had made in his flesh. He set the fork down and used his now free hand to stretch the flesh of his forearm, making the tiny holes gape wide for her to see. Then, he did the exact opposite, and pressed the small edges of parted flesh together for a few moments. After about fifteen seconds, he again tugged at the skin of his forearm.
 
 The holes had disappeared, and his flesh was whole once again.
 
 "And, Q-knife." he continued, as he took up the other utensil and used it to, quite unceremoniously, cut off his own left thumb.
 
 "See, no harm done at all." he said, as showed her the stump of his amputated digit, which was now just a flat plane of skin colored flesh on his hand.
 
 Then he picked up and handed her the severed thumb, which had a similar, and matching, plane of smooth flesh where there should have been an oozing red wound.
 
 "I've.. I've never actually seen one used before.." the girl murmured, amazed, as she looked down at the still quite warm and living, but now detached, piece of the man before her. "Wow.."
 
 Then she uttered a little shriek, when, to her suprise, the digit flexed and twitched within her grasp. She dropped it as if it were a hot coal, then glared over at the man who was trying, and mostly failing, to keep an amused grin off his face.
 
 "Ha, ha." she grumped at him, though a little smile of her own was threatening to break through her frown, as she watched him pick his thumb back up and reattach it, by the simple expedient of holding the two separated edges together for a few moments.
 
 Her frown turned into a look of aroused concentration as he used his newly reattached thumb to rub little circles around her clit.
 
 "So, we've established my cutlery's bonafides." the man said, a moment later, as he slipped his index finger into her and began teasing at her g-spot. "Do you mind if I eat your pussy now?"
 
 "I.." she hesitated, looking torn. "I don't know.."
 
 "I promise that I will really, really enjoy it." the man said, as he licked hip slips slowly in anticipation, while staring fixedly at her sex. "If that makes any difference to you."
 
 "Will.. Will it hurt?" the girl asked, in a small voice, her resistance to the idea finally seeming to give way.
 
 In answer, the man simply picked up the Q-fork and plunged it into the sensitive, tender, and meaty bit of her inner thigh, just below the crease where her leg met her hip. The girl jumped, mostly in surprise, then slowly relaxed when she realized that the pain she had been expecting simply wasn't going to appear.
 
 "That.. didn't really hurt at all.." she mused, wonderingly, as the man withdrew the utensil from her flesh.
 
 "Nope." the man agreed. "Just a little pinching sensation where the Q-surfaces pass through. Not painful. Mildly unconfortable, at worst."
 
 "So, does that mean that you'll let me eat your pussy?" he continued, his voice hopeful.
 
 "Y-yes." she finally replied, as she closed her eyes and nodded her head. "You can.. you can eat my pussy."
 
 Another shivery thrill, only much larger this time, passed through her as she gave the man, who was practically a perfect stranger to her, permission to devour her most prized possession. Despite the imminent danger it was facing, her pussy seemed to approve of the idea apparently just as much as the man did, if the way her clit began perking up even more insistantly, and how it all of a sudden seemed doubly sensitive to his touch, was any indication.