The Changing Room III


Posted by Tomb on March 27, 2000 at 01:02:57:

I lay atop her, my come languidly flowing into her body. Her dead body, which not an hour before had been walking down the street, not an inkling of how fateful its next step would turn out to be. I lay there for a while, enjoying the closeness, the stillness of the moment. My hands cupped her face, and I kissed her soft lips. I got some teeth; it was different, like kissing a skull with the flesh still on it, I thought in a flash, but it was also like kissing her. But who was she?

I wanted to know her name. She had left her pocketbook on a hook in the changing room, when she took her last gasping breath. I satisfied my curiosity. It was Lisa, and she was just 24. Flush with cash, too. Very nice.

My curiosity now was aroused by her body again. I flipped it over on its belly, and fondled her perfect ass. Her two cheeks were soft and round, a little cooler now than when we'd started, but so good to the touch. I kneaded them, I ran my open hands over them, I kissed them and smacked them. I gave her a good slap or two, but she didn't blush!

I laughed out loud. "You're my kind of girl, Lisa!" She was a good sport, alright!

I admired her limbs, her shapely blue white hands that invited mine, with blanched nailbeds on delicate fingers. I closed her hand around my throbbing cock, and its coolness felt soooo nice. I massaged her feet, then put them together over the table end and cradled my balls in the hollow of her shapely arches, while I fanned her dead toes over my cock, which was about to explode!

I got some sesame oil out of a little squirt bottle and oiled her asshole with my fingers, then put some more oil on my cock. Her hole was gaping, pale and round, not a pinpoint like live ones are. The sight was most welcoming, and the scent of the oil? Hmmmm, smells like Asian cooking...


We started to cook. Her hole was even tighter than her pussy, and her well and firmly padded little ass was heavenly to boink. I draped her over the table, her long legs hanging down and her ass upward with the perfect hole-in-one beckoning my every thrust. Lisa, you don't know what you're missing! But I do, and thanks again for dropping (dead) in!