Date with the Dead (MF, nec?, voy)
By hadit69639 ([email protected])
Sam shivered in the darkness of the parking lot, drawing
his overcoat closer around him. The snow lazily drifted
to the ground beneath the sickly yellow street light.
"Why the fuck am I out here?" he cursed, stamping his
feet to keep warm. Having had some lame notion of hooking
up with Sydney, he wore his "best" clothes, hurriedly dug
up from the bottom of his closet.
His phone had rung around 8:30.
"Sam," Sydney rasped, "Come over to the funeral home.
There's something I want to show you."
She had refused to say what it was. Probably another
accident victim or something else to give him nightmares.
Now, freezing in the darkness behind Brach's funeral
home, he had begun to suspect it was just another of her
twisted pranks.
The back door of the funeral home slowly opened. Sydney
stood in the door, dressed in her butch work clothes.
"You look cold."
"Of course I'm fucking cold," Sam grunted, "I've been out
here for a goddamned half hour."
"You're the one always bitching you need to get out
more," she laughed, and disappeared into the dark hallway
beyond as he scampered in after her.
Why don't I just tell her to fuck off and leave? he
thought. Their relationship had always been a strange
one. He had known her since her straight days back in
college, and though they had never really gotten together
(as best as either could remember) he still secretly
desired her. Lesbian or no lesbian, her tight body and
small perfect chest were still a turn on. The dyed-blond
buzzcut was a tragedy, no doubt, but it still added a
little spice.
Soon, he stumbled into the morgue, where Sydney was
waiting. She sat spread-legged in a swivel chair under
the light, chewing on a pen.
"Are you horny?" she asked.
Sam almost fell over, then remembered whom he was dealing
with. Sydney wasn't a tease, she was a sadist.
"Why," he said, "feel like getting us both thrown in jail
for screwing around in here?" He had been in the morgue
before, and knew that the sheet-covered lumps on the
eight slabs meant that tonight was a full house.
"I'm supposed to be here," she answered, getting up to
stretch, and thrusting her tits out. "You're not," she
whispered tantalizingly.
Bitch, he thought.
"Besides, don't be so goddamned paranoid. I took the late
shift for a reason. No one's going to be coming here...
except you maybe."
Despite Sam's ingrained wariness for Sydney's come-ons,
he could start to feel the blood rush to his cock. "So,"
he said, "what's the deal?" His tone softened in a now
desperate attempt to make up for his earlier hostility.
Sydney stood up and began to walk slowly towards him.
Maybe this was finally the night, he thought. She leaned
against him, her head on his shoulder, and slowly reached
down to massage his groin. "I asked if you were horny?"
she whispered as her fingers started to feel their way
around his stiffening tool.
"Now I am," he answered, and began to kiss her neck,
reaching down for her ass.
"Not for me," she giggled, while he eagerly caressed her.
His heart sank as she pulled away. If this was another
game...
"Remember how I said I wanted to show you something?" she
said, and began to unbutton her pants. Slowly, her hand
slinked down into her panties. Damn, Sam thought, now I'm
really fucking confused.
Sydney sighed and pulled her hand back. She walked
towards him, but this time past him and leaned over one
of the half-lit slabs. "Well, she said, "here it is," and
whipped off the sheet like a stage magician, "Voila!"
Sam gasped. The blood that had been pumping into his dick
was quickly redirected to his head. Before them lay the
body of a nude girl. No, not a girl... a coed maybe, but
not a girl. Her bush was small and neatly trimmed, and
her breasts were full and meaty, even as they sagged
lifelessly to the sides.
"What the fuck!" he cried, unable to take his eyes off
the body. His dick was starting to swell again, despite
the horror that filled him.
"Do ya like her?" Sydney bubbled sarcastically. She now
stood behind the body and began to run her fingers
through its hair. For maybe the first time in his life,
Sam was completely speechless.
"I do," she said, and bent over the girl to give her
nipple a lick.
"Holy shit, holy shit!" Sam's head began to swim. "Jesus
Christ, what's wrong with you... you sick fuck!"
Sydney stood up and put her hand back inside her pants.
Now it was really busy. "Don't worry," she said, closing
her eyes. "Everyone does it."
"Everyone who! What the fuck do you mean?"
She paused and glared at him. "Well, since I caught the
owner's son, that queer Fred, buggering the mayor's
father, I figure I have free reign down here." Her left
hand slowly massaged the dead girl's tit.
"Especially since I had to talk him out of killing
himself, and we both agreed that no one within 300 miles
would want to know about his little escapades." She took
her other, glistening hand, and traced the outline of the
girl's lips. "I can do whatever I want," she cooed, and
looked at Sam. "Me and whoever I want."
"How long's it been, Sam," she asked as her sticky hand
grabbed his. He stood paralyzed as she drew it to the
girl's stomach. It was so soft... pliant...
"Jesus," he said, whipping his hand back. "This is
someone's kid!"
"Yeah right," Sydney groaned as she slid both of her
hands down into her pants. "She's some raver dropout from
the college. An OD with no wake. You'd be lucky if her
fucking parents show up at the funeral."
Sam gazed at the corpse, fascinated. Her hair was pink,
and her clit- he was now unable to stop from looking...
was pierced. Trash, he'd have called her among his
friends at the university. There was no doubt left... his
cock was hard. He had to cum soon, not here, but...
"Let's get off," Sydney said as she collapsed back down
in her chair. She quickly pulled off her pants and began
to openly finger herself. "You always wanted to see me
masturbate, Sam. You had me watch you jerk off once,
remember?" She tugged him over and undid his belt. Soon,
his throbbing cock was jutting out in the half-darkness,
and dripping.
"But, with her like that?" he said, and looked back to
the prone body, its legs spread slightly. Almost,
invitingly, it seemed.
Bottomless, she stood up to take off his shirt, and
deftly unfastened her bra with her other hand. "Silly,"
she said, and gripped his cock. Rockets of pleasure shot
through him at her long-forbidden touch. "I want you to
fuck her. Fuck her for me Sam. Remind me what it's like
when a woman has her tight pussy pumped."
Sam gulped. She was trying to lead him over to the table
by his dick. Her proposition was unbelievable, but not as
much so as it would have been a week, a day... fuck, ten
minutes ago.
"I can't," he gasped. "It's wrong. I just can't."
They now stood before the girl, and Sydney roughly tossed
the legs apart, one at a time. Her other hand gave his
dick a tight squeeze.
"Your mind says no, but your dick says yes." They both
laughed at the cliche, and the thick fog of tension eased
slightly.
"What if I put it in for you?" she asked, and drew him
closer, so that his cock's head was inches away from the
girl's pussy. "Then it would be my fault." She began to
trace the girl's lips with his cock. His mind seemed to
blow apart as the taboo shattered inside him.
Deep inside, he knew he would never be the same. A small
voice still pleaded within him to get dressed and leave,
to go beg God for forgiveness. Something else drowned it
out though; the pure animal lust exploding like a
mushroom cloud within him. It had been a long time
indeed.
"Fuck her for me," Sydney whispered hoarsely, positioning
herself behind him, as one hand reached down to massage
his balls. "Do it."
He paused. Something was about to happen, and it might
not-
"Do it, you fucking wimp!" she screamed and pressed
forward on him. Before he knew it, he was inside the
girl. His hands reflexively grabbed her smooth, pale
thighs. The dead girl's breasts quivered. Shit, she was
tight. It seemed almost as if she was wet, but his cock
was so slick by now he couldn't tell.
Sydney plopped back into the chair and began to hammer
her cunt with her hand, going from one finger to two,
then three. Her other hand had a death-grip on her tie.
"That's it," she sighed, as he mechanically began to pump
the girl on the cold slab. Sydney's groans grew louder in
the background as he increased speed. His hard cock was
filling this girl, whoever she was, exploring every inch
of her vessel, reaching all of the spots inside her.
"FUCK HER!" Sydney wailed.
His horror had now completely gone to lust. Anonymous
sex, rape... whatever twisted drives he had always
blanched at exploring; now opened up full-throttle as he
bent over the girl to suck her breasts. Suddenly, his
balls spasmed and he shot a hot load deep inside her.
"Keep going, I'm not done." Sydney's experienced eyes
knew that he had cum in the girl's pussy. She herself had
come twice already, but she liked to do everything in
threes.
Sam needed no encouragement. In the darkness of the blind
lust that had overpowered him, the orgasm, while
pleasurable, had been as disruptive as a hiccup. He
continued to pound her sticky wetness, now leaning over
her, now biting at her nipples, her neck.
"Let's come together, Sam," Sydney sputtered out behind
him.
"Oh... yeah!" He was close again, his sweat dripping onto
the flaccid, jiggling body. He grasped the fleshy tits
like reins on a horse as he rode the body into another
thrill of ecstasy. He and Sydney cried out in chorus. He
staggered back from the body to collapse on the floor,
his dick leaving a sticky trail of his deed.
"How was it?" She asked. Sam sat up, and his face began
to flush as he realized what he had just done. Sydney
sensed his discomfort, and put her wet fingers in his
mouth. "There, there, baby, we had a good time." She
stood up and walked over to the corpse, bending over to
inquisitively examine the spent pussy.
Sam's heart raced as Sydney began to lick and suck his
semen out of the folds of the girls' twat.
"You actually taste pretty good Sam," Sydney said,
smacking her lips. She turned to face him, a blob of his
still warm cum on her chin. "Maybe I should suck you off
sometime, see if I still have the knack."
Someone coughed. Sam froze. Someone was in the room. He
sprang up and began to dress. Goddamn, goddamn, he
thought, this is it, my life's over. His blood had turned
to ice, and his eyes furtively searched the dark room as
he spastically threw on his clothes. He couldn't see
anyone, but someone had coughed. Shit!
Sydney frowned. "Sam... don't worry."
But he was already out of the morgue running down the
dark hallway, stumbling over the floral arrangements and
whatever the fuck else there was in the shadows. He
reached the door, but in his panic he couldn't undo the
latch. Someone laughed behind him, was it Sydney? Who was
there? He fumbled in true desperation till the door
opened, and he scrambled out into the now knee-deep snow.
"Sam, don't worry, you're just a necrophiliac!" Sydney
yelled after him. His mouth went dry, and he stumbled and
fell in the snow. It burned his face and eyes.
Necrophilia! The word resounded in his head, making his
heart feel like it would explode. He got up and ran off
into the darkness. My life is over, ran the brightest
thought in his boggled mind.
*
Back in the half-lit morgue, Sydney wrapped herself in
the dead girl's sheet and walked over to one of the other
tables. "Stupid asshole," she said, and struck the body
on the face.
"Hee, hee, hee." The head of a wizened old man popped out
from underneath the sheet. He was nearly bald, and the
liver-spotted folds of his sagging flesh were exposed as
he sat upright. Sydney walked back to the girl's body,
and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Under a
blanket on another table, a body moved.
"Elizabeth, Elizabeth," the old man cried out to the
other moving figure, "wasn't that something! Wasn't that
something!"
The other body sat upright, and a dark haired, middle age
woman appeared and smiled, almost in spite of herself.
"Yes, James, yes it was."
"Think what it would cost in Europe to see something like
that! Just think!" The old man gazed wistfully off into
the darkness as the pink-haired girl revived under her
lover's caresses.
"Ugh... is it over? I have a fucking really bad
headache." She grimaced as Sydney held her head in her
arms. Behind them the old man cackled ecstatically.
"Yes, honey," whispered Sydney. Then she laughed. "You
were probably the best fuck he ever had."
The End
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