Posted by TLeg Man on June 13, 2002 at 17:40:24:
Story: No Greater Love
Postmortem Erection, Postmortem Ejaculation, Necro, Voyeurism,
Accidental Electricution, Suicide by Asphyxiation
Author's Note: This story is a work of fantasy fiction. The events
depicted never happened. They are only a figment of
my sometimes vivid imagination.
I was on my job as a electrician on this Friday afternoon. Our crew was
wiring 600 volt motor circuits in a new state of the art plant that was
under construction. But my thoughts weren't really on what I was doing.
They were on my beautiful, young , sexy wife Anita who had been 300
miles away at the state university for the last 10 days finishing her
master's degree in Computer Science. I was about to go out of my mind
missing her. I could tell by our conversation last night that she was
as horny for me as I was for her.
This was by far the longest time we had been away from each other since
our marriage 6 months ago. She was coming home this afternoon and I wanted
her so badly. Anita was a blonde about 5'11" tall with long legs and a
somewhat girlish figure. She hated the fact that her breasts were fairly
small but it really didn't bother me since I was a leg man anyway. Just
thinking about her hot sexy body was giving me a raging hard on. I was
so excited that precum was leaking from the tip of my long hard dick. This
distraction was to prove fatal for me in an instant. My hand accidently
touched the energized 600 volt bus bar in the box where I was connecting
leads to a deenergized bkr. The jolt caused me to grab the bar with my hand.
The current surged through me and out my feet until someone saw what was
happening and deenergized the circuit. They laid me down, called 911 and
started CPR. For a few minutes after I grabbed the bar; the pain and burning
had been tremendous. But now I began to have a strange sensation; it was
like I was floating above my body but yet I could feel the hands of my
coworkers performing CPR on me. A short time later the ambulance
arrived; they took over the CPR as they loaded me in it. By the time
we arrived at the hospital they had already given up. In the emergency
room the doctor pronounced me dead. Dead; I couldn't be dead ! I had so
much to live for. My beautiful 24 yr old wife adored me and I adored
her. We had such a wonderful life ahead of us. But; it was not to be.
Now I was being transported to the morgue. Once I was there the
young male morgue attendant began to remove my clothes. Meanwhile; I was
floating above my body. He pulled my scorched boots from my feet and
then began to unzip and pull out off my jeans. At this point he had a
strange look on his face and I felt and saw what it was. My penis was
still fully erect and was a big bulge in my boxer shorts.
The morgue attendant pulled the boxers off and stood there for a minute
as my rod stood straight up. Slowly his gloved hand touched it and
I thought "Oh no"; he wants me. But he released my hard dick and went
to the telephone. A short time later I heard female voices entering
the morgue. Three nurses walked up to the morgue table and the Morgue
Attendant told the older one; "Maureen you said if I ever got a
handsome corpse with a hard dick you'd fuck him right on the slab".
"So here's your chance." Without hesitation Maureen began to strip.
She was in her forties, about 5'6" with graying brown hair and
weighed about 150 lbs. It was really strange to feel Maureen's hot
pussy slide onto my cooling hard rod. It felt good but she was
nowhere near as tight as my wife Anita. Her warm hands felt soothing
to my chest as she rocked up and down on my organ and she settled
into a rhythm. Maybe being dead wasn't going to be so bad after all.
I could feel her vaginal muscles start to tighten as her orgasm
hit her and she bathed my prick with her juices and ground her
pussy against me. I also felt another surprisingly strange sensation.
It felt very similar to when I was ejaculating into Anita.
I couldn't be cumming; could I. After all I was dead and dead men
aren't supposed to have hard dicks. All this must have something
to do with the fact that I was hard when the electrical shock
occurred; I supposed.
Before Maureen crawled off; she kissed me on the lips.The nurse
they called Bonnie was next. Bonnie was an african-american about
30 yrs old and 5'9" 130 lbs. She had a deliciously curvaceous body
with beautiful brown eyes and was fairly tight as she slid onto
my well lubricated rod. Her hand took mine and she held it to one
of her hot sexy brown breasts as she fucked me slowly at first.
Her tempo increased and she was moaning loudly well before she
reached orgasm. As her pulsating pussy gripped my dick; I felt the
same cumming sensation as I did with Maureen. I felt a powerful
suction on my dead hard dick as she lifted her pussy from my corpse.
Meanwhile the male morgue had been standing off to the side
enjoying every minute of this. It took lots of encouragement
from the others to get the third nurse to be willing to
crawl upon me. They called her Jennifer and she was a redhead
in her early twenties about 5'10" and 125 lbs. She had a small
thin patch of reddish brown pubic hair and small breasts similar
to my wife's. She was so tight I'm not sure my dick would've
entered her had it not have been so slick from the lubrication
of the other two. She told the others "I'm not so sure I can
do this with you guys watching". After some more encouragement
from Maureen; Jennifer began to stroke my erect prick in and
out of her delicious young cunt. I could see the lust and
pleasure in her sparkling green eyes as my erect member was
apparently rubbing just the right spot. It took her a long
time to build to her climax but when she did she squeeled
with exstasy and her young pussy really squeezed my dick hard.
As with the other two I felt the sensation of cumming inside
the young redhead's pulsating pussy. I was feeling no pain
at this point. Jennifer's hot drippy cunt gripped me tightly
as she slid up and off of my dead penis. It felt so good to
me and I heard a small popping noise as she broke free of me.
The three nurses redressed and left and now I was alone with
the morgue attendant again. The morgue attendant hosed me down
with soapy water; dryed me; covered me up and transferred
my corpse to one of the drawers.
I was still floating outside the drawer where my corpse was
lying when I heard a familiar voice. I saw my loving wife
enter the morgue sobbing uncontrollably. The attendant pulled
the drawer about halfway out and pulled the sheet down to my
chest. Seeing my corpse surprisingly calmed Anita down a little.
She asked to have some time alone with me and the attendant
left the room. I heard her sensual voice say " Brian, I love
you so much! No greater love has a woman ever had for her husband
than I have for you! I'm not going to be able to live without
you baby. Remember on our honeymoon when I said I wanted us
both to live to be ninety and your sexy hard penis to be in me
and you and I to be in the midst of orgasms when we die and
be stuck together when they found us and not be able to
separate us. I really did want that, Brian !" Anita's hands
caressed my face as she passionately kissed my cool lips.
She rubbed my chest with her soft warm hand before sliding
the sheet further down my abdomen and pulling the drawer
further out of the cooler. It was at this point that she
she noticed my bulge under the sheet and removed the sheet
from my 25 year old corpse revealing my long, cold, hard
dick. She whispered softly " I've got to have you Brian
even though you're dead" and proceeded to take my dead
penis in her hands before licking the head with her tongue
and inserting it into her mouth. My sexy young wife
gave me a blowjob that rivaled anything she ever gave
me when I was alive. Oh; the feeling of her lips and tongue!
Anita then began to take off her blouse and removed her bra.
She slid the short denim skirt she was wearing down off her
hips and stepped out of it as it hit the floor. She kicked
off her penny loafers, removed her panties and had just crawled
up on the table ready to mount me when the morgue attendant
suddenly opened the door and shouted "hey lady; you can't do
that? He came closer to the table and I could tell his eyes
were lusting after my wife's well-tanned naked body.
Anita pleaded with him and after haggling with him and then
giving him all the cash in her purse; she reluctantly
agreed to his other requirement that he be allowed to watch.
Sweet Anita crawled back onto the table and mounted my rod
and inserted it slowly into her hot, juicy, cunt. With the
morgue attendant sitting over in the corner watching; my
lovely young wife fucked me in long hard strokes. Her
tight pussy grabbed at the head of my prick each time she
reached the top of her up stroke before she rammed it all
the way to her cervix on each down stroke. Warm soft hands
caressed my cold ones and rubbed them on her silky sexy thighs.
Her honey hole was burning hot to my cold rod. It felt wonderful.
I could feel the excitement building in Anita's delicious
body and felt the tightening of her vaginal muscles just
before she had a loud gasping orgasm and collapsed momentarily
on my corpse. I felt the same somewhat strange feeling of
ejaculation that I had felt before with the nurses.
Slowly she lifted her sexy body from my well used rod and
repositioned herself on the table so that she was sitting
on my face and rubbing her hot swollen pussy across it.
My lovely mate had so enjoyed having her pussy eaten by
me and I guess this was the closest she could get considering
my condition. Anita's juices were dripping into my nose and mouth
and the their taste was driving me wild even though I was dead.
What pleasure! Again; perhaps being dead wasn't so bad.
Suddenly Anita shifted her position and took my left hand
and began to rub her swollen clit with my stiffening middle
finger before stroking it in and out of her juicy hole.
She continued for several minutes before crawling off of my
body and began to dress. As she put on her panties and bra
and then her blouse, skirt and shoes; I saw the lustful
gleam in the eyes of the morgue attnedant who was still
sitting near the corner of the room. After dressing; Anita's
fingers gently opened my eyelids and she passionately kissed
my cool lips before whispering softly; "Thank you Brian,
I want you to know how much pleasure you've given me."
"I love you; I'll be with you soon." I heard her tell
the morgue attendant that Kramer's Funeral Home would be
handling the arrangements as she left. I wanted to follow
her but my spirit was tied to the area just a few feet
above my corpse.
The morgue attendant washed me down and had dryed me off
before George Kramer arrived. I was covered and then rolled
to the hearse. My spirit followed just above my body.
Arriving at Kramer's Funeral Home; I was rolled into the
prep room and heard the sound of and saw George Kramer's
daughter Felicia standing there. Felicia and my wife were
friends and acquaintances from their high school days.
The mortician's daughter was about 5'7" with long black
hair and weighed about 180 lbs. George left the room
and Felicia came over, pulled the sheet off and stared
at my long cold hard dick pointing toward the sky. I heard her
say "We can't let this go to waste" and she proceeded to
remove her black dress and slip. Her large, pendulous
breasts drooped as she removed her bra and stepped out
of her black lace panties. Her thick full bush was
black as coal just like her hair. Clad only in a black garter
belt, black stockings and and black high heels; she
greased the head of my dick with lubricating jelly
before spreading her large thighs apart and swallowing
my dead dick with her pussy. Felicia's huge tits
bounced as she fucked me hard and fast. I felt the
onset of her orgasm and and her pussy squeezed my
penis hard and I definitely felt the sensation of
my semen traveling from my balls and spurting out
of by now my well used rod and into Felicia's pulsating
pussy. Very pleasurable for me; I would say.
Felicia crawled off quickly and redressed when her
father came to the door and announced that my wife
had arrived to discuss arrangements. She left the
room with her father and I tried to follow her. I
just couldn't seem to break free. A short while later
she returned with a bag. Out of the bag she pulled
a pair of white socks; removed the toe tag and placed
the socks on my scortched feet. Very strange, I thought
at the time!
A short while later; the sound of an ambulance could
be heard outside. George Kramer returned and I gathered
from their conversation that my wife had asphyxiated
herself in her car just across from the mortuary.
She had left a note explaining she just couldn't live
without me. No; this can't be, I thought! But I realized
it was true when they rolled a gurney into the prep
room and placed it's occupant on the table beside me.
I was staring at the corpse of my beautiful, loving, young
wife lying there in a red sweater, plaid skirt and red
heels. George gently removed the sweater, skirt and heels
leaving her dressed in a red bra, red panties and thigh
hi stockings with lace tops. It was at this point that
I noticed the crotch of her panties was soaking wet and
I realized the poor girl had peed on herself when she
died. George lifted Anita and unsnapped and removed the
bra. I was shocked when his hands caressed each small
breast and he sucked on her nipples. No; he can't do
that. But the reality of it was that he could do anything
that he wanted to her. She was dead and available and
couldn't defend herself. The horny mortician now turned his
attention to my lovely wife's crotch. Grasping her
panties by the waistband he pulled the soaking garment
off her revealing that fact that Anita's corpse was
still leaking urine. George obtained a tube and I watched
his hands spread my wife's lovely thighs apart; locate
her urethra and insert the tube into her bladder. He
placed his hand just above the top of her blonde pubic hair
and pressed firmly. The leakage from the tube became
a steady stream before slowing to a trickle. Rolling
Anita over onto her stomach with her sexy butt in view
allowed the remaining urine to completely drain.
Satisfied; he rolled her on her back and removed the
tube before taking a soapy washclothe and bathing
the genital area.
I was shocked and initially outraged at what George did
next. After placing Anita's high heels back on her
stocking clad feet; he dropped his pants, removed his
shorts and I could see his short, fat, penis was fully erect.
Lubricating the end of his cock; he crawled between my
dead wife's thighs and slid his prick into her luscious
vagina that as far as I know, had never been fucked
by anyone but me. I watched initially in shock as he
lifted his portly torso and began screwing the love of my
life. But I realized there was nothing I could do about
it. It was then that I sensed Anita's spirit floating
a few feet above her corpse. Slowly I could see the
outline of her face and could make out that she was
looking at me and smiling. Meanwhile; George reached
orgasm and shot his load of hot, sticky cum into
Anita's young dead cunt. Getting down off the table;
he dressed before removing Anita's red heels and
rolling her stockings down and off her feet.
Felicia reentered the room and obtained the bag she
had taken my white socks from. She produced a white
garter belt, white lacey stockings and white heels
from the bag. Her father maneuvered my wife's lovely
corpse and placed the garter belt around her waist
before rolling the stockings up her legs and fastening
them with the garters. Felicia slipped the white
heels onto Anita's cold feet. George now rolled
a silver coffin into the room. Scooping my wife's
corpse into his arms; he placed her in the coffin.
Sitting her up; he watched Felicia bring out what
I recognized as my wife's wedding veil and short train.
Felicia positioned it over her shoulder length hair
with her face uncovered. She applied eye shadow and
eyeliner before opening Anita's eyelids revealing her
lifeless blue eyes staring out into space.
With a little red lipstick on her cold, slightly
parted lips and some blush on her checks,
Anita looked as beautiful and alluring as the day
I married her.
Felicia opened my eyelids revealing my lifeless
brown eyes which were also staring out into space.
Now George and Felicia picked up my corpse and
carried me to the coffin. Turning me over on
my stomach; they lowered me slowly onto my wife's
corpse manuevering my erect organ to enter
her luscious pussy hole until my dick was fully
inserted up to the base. My head was arranged
so that my lips were against Anita's left cheek as
if I was kissing her face. Felicia placed my left
hand caressing my love's right breast and both
of Anita's hands caressing my butt cheeks.
The lid of the coffin was closed and I truly
then realized that my lovely wife had arranged
all this so we could be truly buried "together".
Suddenly; my spirit was clothed in a white tuxedo
and I saw Anita's spirit clothed in a beautiful
white gown. Anita's spirit reached for my hand
and took it in her's as her sparkling eyes
met mine. A tunnel of luxuriously beautiful
lights beckoned us and we floated hand-in-hand
into the heavens.
EPILOGUE:
A closed casket funeral was held the next day in
the church that Brian and Anita attended. Every-one
was told that it was Anita's wish that they be
buried in a single casket. Everyone talked about
much they loved each other and how close they were.
No one except for George and Felicia realized how
close they actually were. Their bodies lie entwined
forever in the church cemetary. A short time later;
Nurse Jennifer and Mortician Felicia discovered that
mysteriously they were pregnant. Both delivered
healthy, brown-haired, brown-eyed baby boys within
a few days of each other about 9 months after their
interlude with Brian's corpse.
THE END