Posted by TLeg Man on October 17, 2000 at 14:20:56:
Last Date With Deborah
Death from natural causes, Necro
In April of 1959; I was a high school senior
less than 2 months from graduation. I had a
job on the second shift at the local
textile mill and had just recently
purchased a newer car to replace my old clunker.
My new one was a red '55 Chevy in excellent
condition. Head turned when I drove
down the street. The car is how
I wound up dating Deborah Ann Page (our minister's
daughter). She was attracted to the
car alot more than she was to me. But I didn't
mind too much. Deborah really loved
that car and since I was on the approved list
of people she could date; I was able
to take her out. She really liked the captain
of the football team , I knew, but her
parents didn't allow her to date jocks.
Deborah was also a senior who had planned
to go to a large university several
hundred miles away in the fall. I pretty much
knew that would spell the end of our
relationship but I savored it while it lasted.
Deborah was a tall girl with legs up to you
know where with long blonde hair that
had a little curl on the end. Holding hands,
kisses on the lips and hugging her had been
the extent of my physical contact with her
up to now. But I could fantasize of a whole
lot more than that.
I had seen Deborah before lunch at school
on this Friday and saw that she looked real
pale. She had a congenital heart defect, I
knew, and took medication associated with
her condition. I talked with her a few minutes
before the bell rang for our next class.
We talked about where we would go on our Saturday
night date. My eyes watched as she strolled to class.
She was wearing a pink short sleeved sweater, gray
pleated skirt and black medium height heels.
Ah; such a picture of loveliness. But about 2:30PM
I heard the sound of the ambulance approaching the
school. At that point I didn't know who it was
coming for. Only after school was out at 3:00PM
did I hear that Deborah had collapsed and was
taken to the hospital. I rushed over to the
hospital and went to the emergency waiting room.
Deborah's father, mother and grandmother were
there waiting. I called my boss at the mill to
tell him I wouldn't be there today. At about
4PM the doctor came out and told the Pages that
Deborah's condition wasn't improving; her heart
was just giving out. The staff was doing everything
they could. Everyone sat there praying for Deborah.
I sat there with Deborah's family thinking why
her and why now!
At about 8PM the doctor came out again. He sat
us all down to tell us that Deborah had died
a few minutes before; her heart had just quit
beating. Everyone began crying and sobbing
and I heard the doctor ask Rev Page which Funeral
Home would be handling the arrangements.
He replied that Thompson's would be the one.
The doctor then left the room. After speaking
to the Page's again; I started home but I continued
to think about Deborah. Gee; I would like to have
made out with her and felt of all her luscious
body. I would never get the chance now.
My lust and passion for Deborah burned inside me.
I can't exactly explain my actions after that.
Something led me to drive over to Thompson's.
I saw old Mr. Thompson pulling in with the hearse
as I drove by. I knew Deborah's corpse was in there
and perhaps I might sneak a peek at her yet. It
was getting close to 9PM as I parked by car out
of sight and snuck to the back of the funeral
home. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Thompson placing
Deborah's sheet covered corpse in the mid-right drawer
of the cooler as I looked through on the small
basement windows behind the shrubbery. I waited
a few minutes and he went up the steps like he
was leaving. Keeping undercover, I went around
toward the front and watched him come out and
go to his house just across the parking lot
from the funeral home. Things were working out
so far. I went around to the basement door and
turned the knob. The door wasn't even locked.
I guess Mr. Thompson wasn't too concerned about
anyone breaking into a funeral home.
I looked around to get oriented and went over
to the door on the cooler section where I had
seen him place Deborah's sheet-covered corpse.
After opening the door; I tentatively pulled
the drawer out and slowly lifted the sheet.
In the dim light; I saw Deborah's pale face
with her eyes closed. She looked like she was
sleeping. My hands pulled the sheet slowly all
the way off her and I gazed at her naked loveliness.
Her long blonde hair was arranged so that it
covered her breasts on each side. Her hands
were crossed across her stomach. My eyes
continued until they were staring at the
light brown thin bush of pubic hair covering her
pussy. Her legs looked even longer now that
she was nude. I could feel the organ in my
pants start to stiffen as I moved the hair
off her breasts and gently touched them.
They felt cold but good to the touch.
My hands continued down until I was touching
her bush. My dick felt like it was going
to explode as I patted and rubbed the soft
entrance to her womanhood. Now I rubbed
each cold dead shapely thigh. It was at this
point I decided that I had to have one more
date with Deborah. I had to have her. I wasn't
going to let the fact that she was dead get in
the way. I had to know what it was light to
fuck her luscious body.
I looked around and found the bag with the
clothes that Deborah had been wearing when
she collapsed. Dumping the contents of the
bag out on the counter, I saw her white panties
in the pile. I put the crotch of them to my nose
and inhaled the aroma. It was sort of a sweet
slightly fishy smell which was very erotic to me.
The panties went in my pocket. Next I picked
up her bra; looked it over and put it back in the
bag. Wasn't going to deal with putting it on her.
I rolled Deborah's body over on the tray and hooked
the white garter belt around her and then rolled
her sheer nylons up her long luscious legs and hooked
them front and back into the garters. Next I
sat her up and placed the sweater over her head
and arms and pulled it down. I pulled the gray
skirt over her feet and legs and then lifted
her shapely hips to get it into place and button
and zip it. Last but not least I placed the black
heels on her lovely feet. Deborah was properly
dressed for our last date.
I picked Deborah's sweet lovely body up gently
and headed to the door and opened it and peered
out. The coast was clear so I head for my car.
When I got to the car; I lay Deborah's corpse
on the hood until got the door open. Nice hood
ornament, I thought!. Picking up her body; I
placed it in the middle of the front seat and
arranged her long legs in front of her. I got
in and cranked up the car. I arranged her head
across my right shoulder and off we went. The
Midway Drive-in was where we would spend our
last date. The radio was tuned to mine and
Deborah's favorite rock and roll station and
the DJ was spinning some good stuff by Elvis,
Ricky Nelson, The Platters, The Drifters,
and many others too numerous to remember as
I drove to the drive-in. My lips began to
nibble on Deborah's left ear, then kiss her
cheek as my right hand caressed her right
breast through the sweater.
Once I arrived at the drive-in, I pulled
up in front of the narrow booth and stopped
so that Deborah's face was blocked from
view. I payed our way and slowly drove to
the far corner of the Drive-in and backed
up into a spot as far away from everyone
else as possible. I rolled the window down
to place the speaker on it and rolled it
back. Wouldn't you know that the second
showing of an Elvis Movie was getting ready
to start. He was Deborah's favorite singer.
A fitting last date for her.
I tilted her head so I could kiss her her
cold slightly parted lips. After a few minutes
of kissing; I began to massage her breasts
through he sweater and slowly pulled it up
to reveal them. My hands caressed her cold
dead tits and I kissed and sucked on the
nipples. My dick was getting uncomfortable
in my pants so I let it out and clamped
Deborah's stiffening fingers around my
erect rod. Time to move on to other things.
Reaching the seat releases; I unlatched them
and lowered the front seat tops against the
bottom of the big back seat of the Chevy. I
crawled in back and pulled Deborah's corpse
into the back seat.
After arranging her lovely body so that she
was halfway sitting up in the corner; I slowly
slid her long skirt up to her waist revealing
more of her shapely stocking clad legs as I
went. Her virginal young pussy was now in view.
I spread her legs wide apart and positioned my
face to have a close look at it. My lips began
to kiss the soft hair covering it and I then
worked my tongue into the opening and began to
lick the inside of her pussy lips. Delicious!
It smelled sweet and pissy at the same time but
turned me on. My hard tongue licked and probed
with a fervor. I now had Deborah's pussy spread
as wide apart as it would go and my tongue was
as deep as I could get it.
My rod was fully erect and pre-cum was leaking
from it. I had to bury my rod in her dead cunt.
I got up between her legs and positioned my
dick at the entrance to her love hole. I made
a couple of thrusts that missed but on the
third the head went inside her tight hole and
stopped. Her virginal cunt was so tight it was
hurting me but I continued to slowly inch my
way in until I was against her hymen. It took
several hard thrusts to eliminate that obstacle
and now I was hitting bottom. Now I could get
down to some serious fucking. I couldn't believe
I was having sex with Deborah. Something that
would have probably never ever happened were
she not dead. I began to slowly stroke all the
way and then almost all the way out and fell
into a rhythm. Gosh, her pussy was good and
something of mine was feeling better all the
time. I glanced at Deborah's face as I pumped
her. She was so beautiful; such flawless skin.
I now began to realize that I couldn't hold
back much longer. Deborah's corpse was going
to get a full load of my cum. As I felt my
orgasm coming; I rammed my dick as hard and
deep into Deborah as I could. I could feel
wave after wave of pleasure as my dick continued
to shoot her pussy full of my hot sticky cum.
Finally spent; I collapsed on top of her and
lovingly kissed her lips and rubbed her cool
nipples with my fingers.
But all good things must come to an end. I had
to get Deborah's corpse back to the Funeral
Home before Mr. Thompson discovered it missing.
I rolled off and pulled my pants back in place
and zipped my jeans. I now concentrated on
Deborah. I took my handkerchief out of my
pocket and wiped off the cum that was leaking
out of her dead pussy. I wadded the handkerchief
up and inserted it as far inside as I could to
keep any more from leaking out. Before pulling
her sweater into place; I passionately kissed
her nipples. Now I pulled her skirt back in
place. I had to get her back into the front seat!
It wasn't too easy but I managed to get her
leggy corpse back up front so the backs of the
front seats could be latched be back into the up
position. Once they were latched; I climbed over
the top and sat Deborah up in the middle of the
seat beside me. I rolled down the window and
replaced the speaker and rolled up the window.
I held Deborah close as I started the
engine and moved toward the exit. Easing the
Chevy out onto the road; I headed back to Thompson's
funeral home as close to the speed limit as I could.
Wouldn't be too easy to explain this situation if
I was stopped by a cop for speeding.
When I reached the Funeral Home; I pulled in where
I had parked earlier and went around and got
Deborah out and carried her to the basement entrance.
I didn't see anyone so I opened the door and
carried her in and placed her on a steel table.
Pulling on the handle; I opened the drawer I had
took her from. Now to get her undressed. First
the shoes were removed and placed in the bag where
I had left her bra. Now I lifted Deborah's head
and removed her sweater. I caressed her firm
breasts before I moved on to her skirt. After
unbuttoning and unzipping it; I pulled it down
over her shapely hips and off over her long
stocking clad legs and feet and placed it in
the bag. My hands unsnapped the stockings from
garters and removed the garter belt and placed
it in the bag. Her thighs felt good to my touch
as I rolled the sheer stockings down her legs
and off her pretty feet. Deborah was naked again.
I picked her up and placed her back in the drawer
tray. I pulled my cum soaked handkerchief from her
pussy and put it in my pocket. Before covering
Deborah up; I gave her pale lips a last passionate
kiss. I would always remember our last date.
Once she was covered; I closed the cooler drawer.
I remembered that I still had her panties in
my pocket and returned them to the bag. Suddenly
I heard a noise upstairs and I quickly ran to
the rear door, opened it and ran to where I had
hidden my car. My heart was pounding when I
reached it and I sat for a minute before
starting it. When I got home my parents were
waiting and wondering where in the h_ _ _ I had
been all night. Sure they knew Deborah had died
but where had I been? I apologized and made up
a story about how distraught I had been last
evening. I told them I had went to the lake to
think. That appeared to get me off the hook at
least for now.
I ate a little breakfast and took a nap. When
I got up my mother told me that Deborah's
receiving of friends would be that night from
7 until 9. I was dreading going for several
reasons but there was no way out of it.
Along with my parents; I made my way to the
Funeral Home a little before 7. Mr. Thompson
greeted us and gave me a somewhat strange
look. He knew what I had done?? I walked
up to Deborah's casket and looked at her.
The usual thin mesh netting was draped from
the casket lid to keep the flies away.
She was clothed in her favorite medium blue
Sunday dress and had never looked lovelier.
Her long blonde hair was arranged over each
breast. Such a lovely body lying in eternal
repose. After a long look; I consoled the
Page's and sat down on a couch. I thought
about our "date" last night and I wondered
if Mr Thompson had reported me to the police.
He just had toknow it was me.
After the evening ended; I lay in my bed
wondering when they would come and get me.
I was still wondering that the next day
at the funeral. Such a lovely service.
I shed a few tears there and at the
graveside service as Deborah's coffin
was lowered into the ground and covered
by the dirt.
Now it's been over forty years and I
still remember my last date with Deborah.
The police never did come to get me. What
reason did Mr. Thompson have for not
reporting me???
THE END
Author: TLeg Man