; ; "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." ; ;