"Hey," he said, lifting himself up to a nearly seated position, his cock still inside of her, "can we try something new?"
"Sure, I'm always up for that."
"I want to see what you look like inside while I'm fucking you."
"You mean, like with a camera?"
"No, I mean I want to cut your belly open and see your vagina while I'm inside it."
"I guess we could do that. Won't it make a mess?"
"It can't be so much worse than regular sex, at worst I'll need a new mattress. Besides, I can get the knife nice and hot to keep you from bleeding too much."
"Well, okay, just as long as you don't mess up anything inside of me."
"Of course not," he said as he pulled out and practically skipped out of the room to fetch a knife.
He returned a few minutes later with a sharp paring knife in his hand, its blade glowing a soft orange having been heated in a stove flame.
"Lets hurry up before it cools off. Get ontop of me, cowgirl style."
He rolled into the bed, and she knelt down over his crotch, dragging her pussy up his rock-hard shaft, then sitting down, feeling the tip between her lower lips.
He wasted no time, jabbing the knife into her navel, causing her to gasp, biting her lip. Then he pulled down, cutting deep all the way down, splitting her pubis mons, and coming right up to her vulva. It hurt so much and felt so good at the same time. Blood beaded and dripped ever so slowly from the cauterized sides of the gash, but the flow was far from enough to be dangerous. Even now it was starting to clot.
"How's it feel?"
"Crazy," she said, "I've never felt anything like it. … I think I like it."
"Great! This is so hot!" he replied, reaching his hands into the gash. He pulled the walls of her lower abdomen apart, opening it up to make everything visible inside. The sensation was like stretching, but more. She was very wet now.
Through the gash - really a hole now, her innards were clearly visible, nested in yellow fat and red-grey muscle, her intestines still held up behind a translucent membrane, and her uterus and ovaries front-and-center.
"Can I get your bladder out? It's kind of in the way."
"Do you have to?"
"Pretty much, your vagina is kind of back behind it."
He thrust his hand in, gripping the organ, and squeezed it in a death grip. She imPost too long. Click here to view the full text.