Posted by TLeg Man on March 31, 2001 at 12:30:48:
My Night As A "Corpse"
Accidental Death, Necro
Authors Note: The story you are about to read is fantasy fiction.
The events never happened and are only a product of
my sometimes vivid imagination.
On a cold Friday afternoon in February 1969, a group of us
guys were gathered at our favorite stretch of country road
to see who had the fastest car. I was 19 & had recently
acquired a white 1966 Ford Fairlane GT 390 4-Speed. I would
be racing against my friend Jeff; who had a 1966 Chevy SS396.
The 3 mile stretch we used had some curves and and a bridge
over the river. We received the start signal and bolted down
the road with Jeff in the left lane and my car in the right.
I was pulling slightly ahead as we approached the curve near
the bridge. I didn't see the patch of ice until it was too
late. I lost control and my car plumetted off the bank into
the river. I began to panic as the car filled with icy water
and began to sink. The door wouldn't open and the water was
now covering my face. As I was frantically pushing against
the door on the passenger side; the pressure equalized and
the door opened and I swam out. I wasn't a strong swimmer
and became disoriented as to where the surface was. Unable
to hold my breath any longer; I began to take in water and
everything started to go black and I realized I was drowning.
From what seemed to be a long way off; I could see about
a dozen bright lights slowly getting closer. But suddenly
I felt a tug as I was being dragged to the surface. The
lights maintained their distance. My cold body was carried
by the arms and legs and then was placed on the ground.
Rolling me over on my stomach; I could hear Jeff and another
friend talking as they attempted to drain the water from
my lungs before turning me on my back again and beginning
CPR.
Soon after that; I could hear the wail of the siren of an
ambulance approaching. Jeff stopped the CPR and one of the
paramedics took over as I was loaded onto a gurney and
placed in the ambulance. Upon arrival at the hospital;
I was examined by the young doctor on duty; if you could
call it an exam. He quickly made the decision that I was
dead and I heard him call the time of death as 6:18PM.
Dead; I couldn't be dead or could I? I was frozen and
and coulld not move my arms or leg or anything else.
My eyelids wouldn't even respond when I tryed to open
them. Talk about being terrified. The bright lights
were still there and maintained their distance from me.
A sheet was place over my "corpse". A short time later
I could hear my mother crying as they entered the room.
The sheet was pulled back and I felt my mother touch
my cold face and hand before my father led her out and
I was covered again by the sheet before being placed
on a gurney and being moved again. The movement stopped and
I was slid onto a tray. My clothes were removed rather
roughly from my body and now I was nude. I could feel
the cold stainless steel beneath me as the hospital
morgue attendant slid the tray in and slammed the
door shut. In absolute darkness and silence; I lay
unable to move.
Some time later; I heard the door open and felt the
tray move as I was slid out. Then I heard a sexy
female voice talking with the morgue attendant.
I had heard that voice before but I couldn't
immediately recognize it. Suddenly he called her
Mrs. Wyatt and mentioned that her husband normally
retrieved the bodies. She replied that her husband
had taken their young teenage daughter's Sunday School
Group on a snow skiing trip and wouldn't be back
until Sunday evening. Mrs. Catherine Wyatt operated
the local funeral home with her husband Ronnie.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid
eyes on. At about 36 yrs old and almost 6 ft tall;
she had long dark brown hair that she kept in a
bun when she was working but let down into a fall
at other times. If I was actually dead and was
going to be embalmed, I couldn't think of anyone
I would rather have touching my body than her.
I was zipped into a body bag and placed on a gurney
and rolled into the back of a hearse. At the funeral
home; I felt the jolt as the gurney was rolled
from the hearse. The body bag was slid from the
gurney and I heard the sound of the zipper. Gloved
but warm hands pulled my freezing body over onto a cold
stainless steel table. I could hear the sound of
spraying water and then I began to feel the warmth
of the water that was being sprayed on my body.
A soft brush was being used all over my body
and then I was being sprayed down again. Now I
could feel my body being dryed by a towel. Catherine
Wyatt's sexy voice startled me as she said "My, my;
you are a handsome young man". "Too bad you had to
drown yourself". Yeah it was too bad, I thought but
couldn't answer her.
Suddenly I felt her warm hands on my face as she
softly rubbed my cheeks. I was literally shocked
as her warm lips kissed my cold ones. She gently
opened my mouth and I could feel her warm tongue
touching my tongue and exploring the inside of my
mouth. Her gloveless soft warm hands began to caress my
chest and slid their way down past my groin onto
my thighs. Slowly; I could feel a warming sensation
throughout my body. Her hands slowly made their
way back up to my groin and I was shocked when
she cradled my balls into her hands and said
"You've got a nice bundle there". Too bad I
wasn't going to ever get to use it again, I thought.
Now her fingers began to stroke my cold little soft
penis and I felt her retract the foreskin as the
warming sensation I was feeling continued to grow.
I was further shocked as I suddenly felt her warm
lips encircle the head of my penis and began to
suck it before taking it all into her mouth. This
was becoming more pleasurable by the minute until
suddenly she stopped and was no longer touching me.
Yet I heard her somewhere near the table. All of a
sudden; she was up on the table straddling
my body with her knees beside my head and her big
sexy tits rubbing against my stomach. I felt one
of her hands encircle my penis and then her lips
cover the head of it. Mrs. Wyatt alternated sucking
my dick and stroking it with her hand. During this
time I could feel her nylon stockings rubbing the
tops of my shoulders and the sides of my face as
she rocked about. My sense of smell began to detect
the aroma of what I soon realized was her delicious
pussy above my face. I was going out of mind. Was I
dead or alive? I didn't know which but I wanted to
touch so much this curvaceous body that giving me
such pleasure. Abruptly she sat up on her haunches
and repositioned her long legs and sat down on me
so that now her delicious pussy was rubbing my
nose and mouth and the aroma was driving me wild. Her
juices were dripping down and running into my mouth.
I wanted so much to lick my lips but couldn't.
I heard her moans of pleasure as she rubbed her
pussy and clit against my nose and mouth. I wanted
to eat her flavorful pussy. Suddenly she stopped
and shifted on the table again such that she was
now straddling my groin. I could feel her warm
hands caressing my chest as her hot juicy pussy
settled down against my dick and she began to
rub her pussy and clit against it. Was this
heaven or hell? It was heavenly the feeling
of pleasure I was getting but it was hell to
to not be able to touch her. She began to moan
with pleasure again as she settled into a
rhythm as my non-erect dick rubbed her clit
and thru the lips of her hot juicy pussy. I could
feel my body continuing to warm and then something
started happening that I really couldn't believe
at least initially. I could feel my penis start
to stiffen and lengthen; it was getting hard.
Surely she would realize now that I wasn't dead
after all. I could feel it rubbing deeper inside
her hole each time my dick slid thru it until
suddenly it was inside. But Catherine Wyatt didn't
appear to notice this new developement. Her moaning
and tempo were increasing as her pussy began to
grab my stiffening organ on each stroke.
All of a sudden my eyelids opened and I was able to
view the beautiful woman who was fucking what she
thought was my dead body. The bright lights that had
remained at a distance receded toward the darkness.
Mrs. Wyatt had taken her long dark
brown hair down and it swayed about as she rocked up
and down on my now fully erect dick. Her breasts
were big but has amazingly little sag. My dick
was starting to feel like it was going to cum.
Her vaginal muscles continued to tighten and
I could hear a popping noise as she came all of
the way off my dick and thrust it back inside
her luscious hole with each stroke. She came
down extra hard as I felt her body quiver; her
vaginal muscles tighten and then pulse and her
hot cum bathe my excited organ as she reached
her orgasm. That was just too much for my body to
stand. I felt the hot semen squirting from my
now fully erect dick bathe her pulsating pussy and
cervix filling her full. She now collapsed on my chest
with her head turned to the side and her long
brown hair against my face. I was no longer cold
but I still couldn't move. She now slowly sat
up and I'm not exactly sure what happened next.
Her eyes looked into my open staring eyes, she screamed
at the top of her lungs and she either jumped
or fell sideways off the table. I heard a thud and
a crack and then a gurgling sound as she hit the concrete
floor; then an eerie silence.
I began to get some feeling in my arms and neck
and slowly turned over to see what happened to
Mrs. Wyatt. The first thing I saw was her left black
high heel shoe and stocking clad ankle upside down
caught between the two rail sections on the side of
the table. Raising up gave me a splitting headache
so I laid back down. After a while longer; I began
to get feeling back in my lower legs and feet.
I slid off the opposite side of the table into the
floor. I couldn't yet walk so I crawled around
the head of the base of the table to check on Mrs.
Wyatt. To my horror; her beautiful brown eyes were
staring blankly into space. A tinge of blood was
pooled at the right side of her open mouth.She was
laying partially on her right side with her legs
spread widely apart. A yellow puddle of her urine
was on the floor beneath and in front of her exposed
crotch. I could also see where the mixture of her
death urine and cum and my cum was on her thick lustrious
dark bush and where it had leaked into the crack of
shapely ass.
I crawled closer and touched her outstretched right
hand and felt for a pulse in her wrist. No luck;
she was a goner. The most beautiful woman I had ever
seen was now a corpse. How was I going to explain
this especially in light of the condition of her
vagina all full of my semen. I was starting to get
cold again and needed some clothes to put on. I
crawled over to the counter against the wall
and pulled myself up. There lying spread out on the
counter were the clothes that Mrs. Wyatt had
removed from her body; a black lace bra and matching
black panties, a medium blue blouse and black
mini-skirt and a white labcoat. I grabbed the white
labcoat, put it on and buttoned it. A white plastic
bag was sitting further down the counter. Inside
I found my wet clothes, shoes and other personal
effects. I slowly looked around the funeral home
and eventually found a laundry room with a dryer
and placed my clothes and shoes in the dryer.
Now back to Catherine Wyatt. I now felt after
our previous interlude I knew her well enough
to call her Catherine.I pulled her left ankle
and shoe out from between the table rails and
slowly lowered it to the floor. I marveled at her
shapely calves and thighs and my dick began to
stiffen. I was getting turned on at the site of
Catherine Wyatt's lovely corpse and couldn't help
it. I took a roll of toilet paper and soaked up
the urine and cum on the floor and flushed it
down the toilet. By now the feeling had returned to
all my body parts and I grabbed Catherine under
the armpits and pulled her body into a nearby
room and onto a large couch. Strange as it sounds;
I had to have her one more time. I unbuttoned the
bottom of the labcoat; positioned Catherine and
slid my dick into her sticky cooling pussy and
began to pump. It felt so good it is hard to
describe how good! My hands explored her tits
and thighs as I fucked her. It didn't take long
for me to reach orgasm and I shot another load
into her exquisite pussy. I stopped pumping and
let it soak a few minutes savoring the extasy
of the moment then withdrew and looked at
Catherine. I turned her over and rubbed her
shapely butt and slid my hand into the crack
of her ass. My finger slowly slid into the
pucker of her asshole and then burst through into
her rectum. My girfriend Debbie had never allowed
me to explore her ass but Catherine, given her
condition, had no objections. After a few minutes
of finger fucking her ass; I slid up behind her
and entered her with my dick. Her ass felt good
inside but different from her pussy. I began to
fuck her ass but was getting that dizzy headache
I had earlier so I decided I better stop and
withdrew from Catherine's ass.
My clothes were almost dry when I checked on
them in the laundry room. I put then on and
returned to Catherine's corpse. I grasped her
under the armpits again and pulled her into
the embalming room and placed her on the
embalming table I had been on. A plan was
forming in my head. I removed her stockings
and shoes and grabbed the hose to clean her
up. I placed a plastic bag over her face/hair
so as not to wet her hair or run her makeup.
Then I sprayed her corpse with warm water;
particularly her crotch. Changing the spray
to a stream; I inserted it into her pussy
until the liquid draining out was clear.
Next I positioned her lovely long legs so
as to be able to have better access to her
asshole and inserted the hose into it for
a few moments before stopping the flow.
I toweled her dry and placed a ramp behind
her back to elevate her so her orifices
would drain. Meanwhile; I inserted her
firm big tits into the cups of the bra and
fastened it before putting on her blue blouse
and buttoning it. Next I rolled her thigh
hi stockings back on to her legs and placed
her black hi heels on her feet. Satisfied
she was drained reasonably well; I placed
a towel under her and put her feet inside
the leg openings of the panties and slid
then up to her crotch and in place before
sliding the black mini-skirt on and buttoning/
zipping it. Maneouvering her body on the table;
I placed the lab coat on her and buttoned it.
I carried Catherine's corpse over to the stairs
coming down from the Upper Street Level viewing
room hall. I positioned her at the bottom of
the stairs with her left leg caught in the
last iron rail post before the lower level.
This might work yet!
I called the emergency number and explained there
had been an accident at the funeral home and Mrs.
Wyatt was dead. I sat and waited for the authorities
to arrive. The police and the coroner arrived
and I told my story. I had been brought here
with everyone thinking I was dead. After
Mrs. Wyatt had placed me on the embalming
table and had went upstairs; I had revived
and raised up just as she was coming down
the stairs. She was so startled and shocked
that she fell down the stairs. It was
several hours I guess before I was able
to get off the table to call anyone. While
initially skeptical at first; everything
looked pretty much as I had explained so
the coroner ruled it an accident. He was
known for being lax on performing autopsies
so no real autopsy was performed. I was
reunited with my parents, girlfriend and
my buddies. Mr Wyatt and his daughter
Jenna were called home early from their
skiiing trip. Reluctantly with much
initial guilt and apprehension I attended
Mrs. Catherine Wyatt's viewing and
funeral. A more beautiful corpse I have
never seen and I've enjoyed many beautiful
female corpses in my many years in the
funeral business. That's right; I became a
mortician.
EPILOGUE:
Another little bit of irony is that Jenna
Wyatt did not blame me for her mother's
death. After obtaining a pathology degree
she returned home. We began dating and
fell in love and have been married for
over twenty years. She is my partner in the
funeral business her father and mother once
owned. Jenna is almost an exact copy of her
mother Catherine and she is the most beautiful
living woman I have ever met. Before we were
married I told her what happened the night
her mother died. She is the only living person
who knows besides me. Jenna enjoys dressing
up in her sexiest outfit, having me lay her
on the embalming table where I slowly strip
her to just her nylons and heels. After lots
of foreplay; I carry her to a coffin and
fuck her delicious body until we both cum.
Every once in a while I get a female "client"
whose body is very sexy and in good condition.
Jenna likes to watch me fuck them on the
embalming table. On a couple of occasions she
has enjoyed a handsome young man on the
embalming table after we checked to make sure he
was really dead. Wouldn't want Jenna to suffer
the same fate as her mother did; would we!
Just how lucky can a man be to have a wife
like Jenna and have made love to a corpse like
her mother Catherine?
THE END
AUTHOR: Tleg Man