The First and Last Time
The loud, insistent ringing of the telephone awoke me at two in the morning. Muttering to myself, I picked up the phone and answered. I needed to come down to the morgue to pick up a body, then take it back down to the funeral home and prepare it for a funeral the next day. Due to it being so early I night, I would be working all alone. It was actually very routine.
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At the morgue I picked up the body of a 18 year old girl. I got the story of
her death from the morgue attendants. Apparently her boyfriend had broken up
with her the other day and she had decided to slit her wrists and bleed herself
to death. Due to the high visibility of the fatal wounds, and to save the family
even more grief the coroner decided to forgo the internal autopsy and release
the body for burial. The whole process hadn't taken that long, her corpse had
been discovered by her undoubtedly traumatized family six hours ago. I loaded
her into the truck and drove away.
I arrived at the funeral home a few minutes later and took the body bag into the
preparation room. I put on my large latex gloves and gathered the embalming
materials. Once everything was ready I approached the body bag and opened it.
The girl had apparently been of the "Emo" type. She was very skinny, and her
skin was very pale. Weather her pallor was due to her cause of death or
something else was not certain, but something about it was very attractive. She
was a very skinny girl, 5 foot 6 inches tall and around 110 pounds or so. The
long, thin hair on her head was dyed an unnatural black shade, and it had golden
highlights in it. It was such a shame, she could have been a famous model.
But her once beautiful face gave away the fact that she had died a long, slow,
agonizing death. Her eyes were shut very tightly, and her black eyeliner was all
smeared from the tears she had cried during her final moments. Her mouth was
open in a scream, but of course no sound came out. And her skinny wrists told
the story I had already heard, she had very deep cuts on both of them. The blood
had long since dried out, leaving two seven inch long scars running down her
wrists. It had been a very violent death indeed.
As I stood over this scene a thought crossed into my mind. I had prepared dozens
of corpses before, but something about this girl just gave me this awful idea.
I kissed her on her cold, unresisting lips. It was like nothing I had ever
experienced. All professionalism was lost as I sunk into her, my tongue sliding
in-between her lips and across all her shiny white teeth. I decided I had to
have more.
I rolled the girl over onto her stomach, putting her arms off to her sides. I
climbed onto the steel cart and laid down on top of her small body. Her pale
white skin was cool to the touch and felt very soft. I ran her long hair through
my hands and across my face. It felt like silk, and it was most pleasing. I ran
my hands down her moderately sized breasts, felt her small erect nipples, and
knew I had to have her.
I spread her legs apart, and grabbed hold of her. I maneuvered my dick into her
pussy, which was difficult because rigor mortis had already started to set in.
The whole gurney shook with the love I had for this girl, and her arms hung off
the side of the cart, rocking to and fro with every thrust into her body. My
body was raging, and my heart pumping so loud it almost seemed that the dead
girl I was fucking right now was alive with a pulse of her own. I spread her
legs even further apart, and with my final thrust shot a powerful load of cum
into her awaiting pussy. Her tight, very sexy ass was just covered in my cum.
The poor girl had just had sex for the first and last time, and what great sex
it had been. Her small, untouched pussy would have been some of the best sex you
could get, but the rigor mortis had made it even tighter. And though she was
dead, she was still the prettiest girl I had ever seen.
I cleaned up her body and got it ready for the next day, when they would embalm
her corpse. They would be able to restore her to the beauty she had been during
life, I was sure of that.
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A few days later I came to view the girl's funeral. It was a pretty big
affair, with lots of her friends showing up from her high school. Of course I
wasn't here to grieve, just to see her one last time.
I approached her black metal casket and gazed at the beauty lying within.
Her long, black, flowing hair rested on her shoulders silkily. The face of pain
I had once seen now had a smile, and her eyes were closed like she was sleeping,
heavily done up with black eyeliner and eye shadow. Her hands held a single red
rose, and the cuts on her wrists were not visible beneath the dark black sweater
she was wearing. Of course the next sight was the best, she was dressed in a
very exposing skirt with fishnet tights. I had an erection at that sight,
remembering the beauty underneath that skirt.
The pink lights of the parlor made her skin appear less pale than I had
remembered it. It was a very peaceful scene, and none of the people in the room
so much as had the fleeting though she had committed suicide such was the
quality of the embalming. She looked truly alive, even more beautiful now than
she had been back in the embalming room.
And hovering over her casket was her boyfriend. He gave her a kiss on her lips,
which had been covered with red lipstick. I could just faintly make out what he
whispered to her next:
"I will see you again shortly Taylor, I will see you again.
A few days later we held another funeral, very similar to Taylor's. Her
boyfriend had come to the same decision as her and killed himself. The only
difference was that it was a closed casket funeral. I was just glad I didn't
have to embalm that case, his whole head had been blown off with a 12 gauge
shotgun.
THE END
Copyright by Just Another Corpse (2007).