Dead Sexy
by Alex Hawk

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I was on a hike through the woods in the back area of my
neighborhood when I heard what sounded like a small scream and
then a thump. Curious, I walked towards the source of the sound.
When I got there, I froze in total surprise.

Jenna Johansen, a cheerleader in my middle school and one of the
most beautiful girls I'd ever seen, was laying on the ground at
the bottom of a small ravine. Her head was twisted all wrong.
Clearly, her neck was broken. She must've fallen off the small
trail above the ravine. She wasn't moving at all.

"Jenna?" I whispered as I walked towards her, my pulse racing and
my knees shaking. There was no response. She didn't even seem to
be breathing. "Jenna?" I called out, a little louder this time.
Nothing. Swallowing, I walked closer and crouched by her. I took
her hand and felt for a pulse. There was nothing. She was clearly
dead.

"Oh, no," I whispered, feeling great sadness. She was a nice
girl, and like I'd said, really beautiful. Now she was dead. She
was the same age as me, thirteen, and she was dead. It really
sucked.

I stood up and looked at her peaceful dead body and tried to
figure out what I should do. Obviously I had to tell someone. I'd
go home, tell my mom and she'd call the police and they'd handle
it from there.

But just as I made my choice, I noticed that Jenna's skirt had
fallen up over her body when she'd landed. Her white panties were
exposed. My virgin penis stirred and hardened as I looked at the
sight before me.

I knelt down and looked, seeing the curls of her pubic hair under
the fabric of her panties. I wondered what everything looked like
under there. On a whim I put my hand on her bare thigh. She was
still warm and felt alive aside from the fact that she wasn't.

I had a horrible, horrible thought. I'd never seen a girl's
vagina before, except in pictures and they weren't all that good.
I'd certainly never seen one on in real life. Jenna would have
never let me see hers before, but now she was dead and, well,
what would be the harm in just looking?

Licking my lips, I hooked my fingers into Jenna's panties. I
tugged a little, exposing her hair. It was blond and curly. I
couldn't get them down the rest of the way, though. I knew that
lifting her butt to get them off was going to be tough.

Well, I thought, what difference did it make? She was dead. I
took out my pocketknife and cut the panties on each side. Once
they were loose, I pulled them apart, exposing my eyes to my
first ever vagina.

It looked very... disapointing. All I could see was some hair at
the top, a little knob and a slit going down. No hole or
anything. I knew there had to be a place for a boy to put his
penis, but I didn't see what that place was.

That was when it occured to me that I could do more than just
look. I could really explore her body and see how everything was
laid out. Reaching out with my fingers, I started poking around
her vagina, touching, stroking, fondling. Everything felt cool to
me.

At one point, the tips of my questing fingers came to a place
that felt just slightly different from the rest. I rubbed it with
my finger and felt it slip just a little bit into something
rather tight and slightly wet and still very warm.

I was stunned as I realized this had to be the place! This had to
be the part of Jenna's vagina that a boy's penis was supposed to
go in! I pushed forward with my finger, feeling it sink into her
dead body. Once it was all the way inside, I moved it back an
forth a little. There was some resistance and it started to dry
out inside her, though, so I took my finger out.

Having spent so much time on her vagina, it now occured to me
that I hadn't seen anything of Jenna's breasts yet. I looked up
at her chest. She was wearing a light t-shirt. My knife made
quick work of that and of her bra, exposing her small, barely
developed breasts. Breasts that were never going to get bigger.

I reached out and cupped one of her still-warm breasts. The flesh
was soft and nice to touch. On a whim I leaned down and licked
her nipple, then sucked at it gently. It tasted really neat!

At this point I became very aware of how hard my penis was. It
ached for release from my jeans. I reached down and unzipped,
pulling my pants down enough to let my erection pop out to
freedom. I gave it a few strokes as I looked at the naked dead
girl in front of me.

That was when the next evil thought crossed my mind. I was still
a virgin, but maybe that could change. Maybe it could change
right now. After all, since Jenna was dead, it couldn't bother
her any if I were to fuck her, and I wouldn't be a virgin
anymore, and that would be REALLY cool. I'd get to have sex with
a real live girl! Well, not live, but real.

I pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees and got between
Jenna's legs. Swallowing and shaking a little, I touched the tip
of my penis against her vagina and pushed forward, expecting to
slip right into her dead body. But that didn't happen. Instead I
just pushed and pushed, but didn't seem to go in very much at
all.

Then I remembered how dry her vagina had gotten when I'd moved my
finger around inside her. Maybe I needed to make my penis
slippery. I sat back on my knees and tried to think about what to
do.

That was when I spotted Jenna's purse laying on the ground not
far away. I picked it up and rooted around inside. I grinned
widely when I found a bottle of hand lotion. I used hand lotion
to make my penis slick when I masturbated. This should do the
trick. I squirted some of the lotion onto my hand and rubbed it
all over my shaft. I hoped like heck this would work.

Once I was nice and slick, I got back between Jenna's legs.
Holding my body above her with one hand and my penis with the
other, I touched the tip to her vagina and pushed, hoping that
this time I'd get it in.

At first nothing happened, and I cursed, wondering what I was
doing wrong. Just as I was about to pull back, I felt my body
move forward just a little. I pushed harder, then pulled back and
pushed in again and just that easily got my entire
thirteen-year-old virgin penis into Jenna's tight, still warm,
still dead, thirteen-year-old vagina.

I let out a pleasured gasp as my virginity left me. Oh, this felt
NICE. I worked my hips, slipping my penis in and out of her dead
body as I fucked a girl for the first time. It was so nice inside
Jenna. I wondered if she was up in Heaven, smiling as I fucked
her corpse.

I hadn't been fucking her for long before I knew that my orgasm
was near. I let out a shuddering, gasping moan as my sperm fired
into Jenna's dead, unmoving body. It was, of course, the best
orgasm I'd ever had.

Once I was done cumming, I pulled out of and looked down. She
still looked beautiful and peaceful, despite the fact that I'd
just fucked her. I felt no guilt at what I'd done, just a sense
of triumph and happiness that I wasn't a virgin anymore, and I'd
fucked the most beautiful girl in class.

Before I left, I fucked Jenna once more, but it wasn't as good.
She was starting to get a little cold, or so it seemed to me. I
still came, and it still felt great, but it wasn't as nice as the
first time had been. After I was done cumming the second time, I
got dressed and went back home, happy and content in a job well
done.

I thought there was no problem until about three days later when
the police knocked at our door. It turned out that I'd left
fingerprints everywhere and since I'd been printed when I was a
kid, in case I went missing, they had them on record. They knew
what I'd done with Jenna. I was in serious trouble.

I ended up getting hauled to juvinile detention and was charged
with all sorts of bad things. In the end, I wound up with
probation until I turned eighteen. Somehow word of everything
leaked out to the rest of the community and everyone at school
talked about me as the boy who fucked a dead girl.

The next year or so sucked, but then I met a goth chick, who
loved the idea of getting fucked by a penis that had fucked a
dead girl, so that turned out good for me. I still don't regret
fucking Jenna. I probably won't ever screw a dead girl again, but
I'm happy I did it with that one.

END

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Copyright 2005 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved. Non terminus
messor.

I got the idea for this story while walking home (who can afford
to drive?),  from the grocery store. I don't really get all that
interested in necrophillia, but I liked the idea here.

Feel free to write to me at alexhawk@operamail.com . Keep in mind
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