Desecrate
After making a tired sigh, twenty four year old Meg removed the cigarette from her mouth, dropped it to the ground, and then raised her dark colored western boot, killing the thing cold. Wearing an old black waist length leather jacket over her flannel shirt, the young lady strolled over to the "tool building" made of stone and unlocked the old door with a set of keys she had. All alone on this dark and dreary October day, Meg grabbed a spade and went back outside, back out to the cemetery where she worked by herself as the small township's "grave digger", employed for the last three years.
Dressed in well fitting blue jeans, the attractive but worn out looking girl strolled over to a small open parcel of land and began digging, making a new grave, the plot reserved for someone who just died, the guy's burial scheduled for tomorrow morning.
" Cheep fucken place.", complained the girl to herself as she continued digging, " Fucken town doesn't even have a back hoe and shit...most places now have some kind of machine to dig a fucken grave...but not this place..., no, not this out of the way bullshit area...why the hell was I born here anyway..., I mean, this'll probably be the place they'll lay me out as well."
Taking a short ten second break from digging, she started up again, moving more dirt while talking and complaining on to herself, no one around to hear her words except the trees and all the dead people. " Fucken crap..., what a life..., but then again...it does have it's good side..., I mean..., tomorrow night, after the old fuck's all done and buried..., ha, ha!"
At last, Meg was finished, she dug an open pit about two and a half feet deep, three feet wide, and a little over six feet long. She returned the shovel and then went to another old structure going with the cemetery refered to as the "office" which was really nothing but some dilapidated thing with two glass windows. Inside, the hot young chick parked her pretty shapely ass into an old wooden chair behind some worn out desk and then leaned forward a little, reaching down to one of the drawers, removing a plastic bag full of some white powder together with a straw. In no time, she snorted up the stuff, leaned her head back, lit up another cigarette, raised her boots to the top of the desk, and remarked to the air, " Need more fucken money..., but like I said before to myself..., tomorrow'll do, yes it will...it'll get me more dope and all..." Indeed, Meg's job gave her the opportunity to make some extra 'income' on the side, an opportunity she took full advantage of, keeping it a secret from the rest of the world.
A couple of hours later, Meg left the building, strolled over to her old rusted Topaz parked near the cemetery's entrance, lowered her ass behind the wheel, started the engine, and finally drove off, headed toward the small town where she lived on "the other side of the tracks" in some run down apartment structure, the place rented out to all the losers in the area like herself, drug addicts, whores, and whatever else.
The next morning, Meg crawled out of bed and made some coffee, ate some breakfast, got dressed in the same kind of clothes, put on her jacket, and then drove back to the rural outskirts of the small township, back to her place of employment, the grave yard. She did a few things here and there till it was about eleven o'clock. The young lady strolled to the front gate and greeted the small funeral procession, letting in a hearse holding the coffin followed by ten other people, friends and relatives of the deceased.
When the black hearse came to a halt, two funeral guys got out and removed the pine box, carrying it over to the burial spot. Finally, everyone including Meg was around the grave site as a minister said a few words and the coffin was eventually lowered into the hole.
Using her spade, Meg started to fill the grave with dirt, one shovel full at a time. While she worked away at a casual pace, the people slowly departed either as individuals or groups of two. In no time Meg was all alone as she finished filling the hole. All done, she looked at the tombstone and read the inscription, " Matthew Karl, 1920-2004"
" Well Matt..., you old fuck...", said Meg, "...guess I'll see you tonight when it's all nice and dark...ha, ha."
After she was through with his grave, Meg returned the shovel and went to the "office building", parked her ass in the chair, and did some simple paper work that went with the job. Every once in a while, some other car would pull up and one or two persons would get out, people visiting the grave sites of dead relatives. They'd stay for a few minutes, lay down some flowers and things, and then leave. She knew from her experience at the cemetery that no one came after nine in the evening. As a result, she had almost the whole night whenever she decided to come back later for additional "income" and "entertainment".
Her workday went by fast until it was time to go home. She left the graveyard at five thirty, went back to her place, ate supper, and did whatever else struck her fancy, also reading a book for a while, killing time. At last, it was ten in the evening. All excited, the girl put on her black jacket, lit up a cigarette, and stepped out into the darkness, going down to her old car afterward. After she got the thing started, she drove to the cemetery and got out, using her keys to unlock the old squeaky metal gates. Once they were open, she returned to her car and drove it into the cemetery grounds, parking it behind some thick brush. After she closed the gates again, Meg strolled over to the office, went in, and retrieved a few rubber bands from one of the desk's drawers. She left the structure and went over to the "tool" building where she grabbed the shovel and finally strolled over to the late Matthew Karl's grave site, mumbling to herself with a wicked smile on her lips, " That's what's so good about a new grave...you can dig it up and then bury it all again and no one'll notice the difference."
Once she got there, Meg killed her cigarette and quickly inspected the immediate area, seeing no one around, only a few bats and owls together with a gentle cool breeze. Wasting no time, the girl started to dig and dig, removing all the dirt she just put there the previous morning. Finally, after twenty minutes, the coffin was exposed. Using the spade, she busted open the latch and removed a small flashlight from her jacket's pocket. When she had the lid open and pushed back, Meg grinned to herself and aimed the light right down at the dead guy, saying, " Yea..., yea..., look at that..., a gold ring, necklace, watch, and even a gold name bracelet, oh yea..., Matt Karl...you're gonna be a delight..., in more ways than one!"
Squatting down, Meg reached for the necklace and removed it from the guy's dead neck, quickly pushing it into her pocket. She did the same with his watch and bracelet. However, when she came to the ring, she had problem, cussing to herself, " Fuck..., shit..., the damn thing won't come off!"
Making a frustrated sigh, Meg stood up and reached over for the old spade. After she bent down again, the girl took up his hand and moved it out toward the coffin's side, forcing the ring finger directly over the edge. Ever so lightly, she bent the other fingers back. Finally, Meg raised up the shovel and quickly brought its edge down, right over the guy's knuckle, separating it from the rest of the corpse.
" Good...cool, that'll do it."
Like it was nothing, the dark-haired girl with her mane raised to the top of her head removed the ring and stuffed it into her pocket, tossing the finger into the coffin, the cold thing coming to a halt next to the body. Happy with her loot, Meg next said to the darkness, " Ok..., now for the best part...the stuff I never get tired of..., yea!"
She went down to her knees on top of the corpse and reached toward the guy's pants zipper, slowly opening the thing and sticking her unholy hand in. After she pulled out his dead cock, Meg reached over to the side and grabbed a small twig no longer than six inches. Using the rubber bands she got from the office, Meg stretched out his expired organ and wrapped the rubberbands around it and the twig, using the small stick for support, creating a mock erection. Leaning herself back for a moment, the girl remarked, " Hey not bad..., bet it's been a very long time since you've seen it that straight...a very long time...you old bastard."
The sick drug crazed girl stood up and removed her jacket, tossing it to the side. She opened her pants and lowered them to her boots, stepping out of the trousers afterward. She did the same with her black panties. In no time, her shirt and bra went off as well. All naked except for the boots, Meg felt the cool October breeze caress her young sensuous frame. By this point, her heart was racing as her pulse went up and up. Her cunt vibrated faster and faster, the sight of the dead guy really doing something to her twisted degenerate mind, her body getting hotter and hotter, the night's air doing nothing to cool her perverted desires!
Meg slowly went down, hanging her cunt over his dead cock which was itself all drained from blood. Using her right hand, Meg guided the cold thing up into herself, up and up, until she finally sat all the down on his waist. With her face aimed at the trees and night sky, Meg started riding him, bouncing up and down, moaning ever louder and louder, " Oh..., yessss...yesssss, yea..., OH, OHHHHH..., YEA, YEA, YESSSSS...., YEA...!"
On and on went Meg, up and down, up and down, crying, " OH...., FUCK YEA, YESSSSS...FUCK THE DEAD, FUCK THE DEAD...YESSSSSS...YEA, FUCK, FUCK...FUCK YOU OLD MAN...FUCK YOU, YEA...!"
The girl wouldn't let up, this was her favorite thing. " OH, OHHHHH...., MMMMMM...MMMM...OH, YEA, FUCK YEA..., FUCK YEA...!"
As the brunette went faster and faster, she fell forward a little and took hold of the dead Mann's shoulders, still bouncing her butt up and down, riding herself to ecstasy, " OHHH...THIS IS GREAT, GREAT, PERFECT...THAT'S RIGHT...STAY STILL OLD MAN, DON'T MOVE WHILE I FUCK THE LIFE OUTTA YOUR COCK!"
At last, Meg did it, cuming all over the lifeless thing, " OH...YEA, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...!!!!!!"
Moments later, her "mind" sank back to reality, finally taking in the dark and eerie nighttime world around her. After her pulse was back to normal, Meg raised her waist and exposed his dick to the air, looking down at it, and saying sarcastically, " See..., I told you I'd fuck the life right out of it...now it's it dead, ha, ha!"
Grinning to herself, she asked, " So...did you like it? I mean..., you had to..., I saw your wife here at the funeral yesterday paying her last 'respects'..., what a hag....you had no real fun in years..., right? So tell me...it was good..., real good...right?"
Obviously, there was no response, causing her to "reply", " Ok..., you didn't like it..., well be that way...you fucken jerk..., in that case, I got something else for you, bastard!"
Meg stood up and stepped forward so she had her legs slightly apart with one boot to each side of his head. Her hands on her hips, she said, " Here...take this, you fuck."
From her hot wet slit came a straight line of yellow warm piss, right down into the dead man's face. The piss struck the area around his mouth and then ran down the side. She pissed and pissed, peeing for over forty five seconds until she was finally empty. When she was done, Meg stepped out of the grave and reached for her clothes which she quickly put on, realizing only now how cold it was. At last, her jacket went over her shirt. Next, she pushed the coffin's lid shut, leaving the rubber bands around his dick, and finally began refilling the grave with dirt. After the hole was all full again, Meg reached into her jeans and produced a small pocket knife. She knelt before his tombstone and made a small scratch in the upper right hand corner, saying both to herself and the grave, " Well..., there goes another, another one with a permanent hard on for me..., he didn't say he likes me...but I know he does..., oh yea...they all like me here!"
Nodding her head, she returned the knife to her pocket, grabbed the spade, returned it, and went for a "stroll", taking a walk in the cemetery, viewing different grave sites, taking special note of those with male names on them, each tomb stone having a small scratch on top of it.
" Yep, I'm one popular girl here...they all love me...they really do!"
As she raised her hands up to the sky, the girl arched her head back and yelled up into the darkness, " YEA...THEY ALL LOVE ME HERE...YES...YES...YEA...I FUCKED 'EM ALL...FUCKED 'EM ALL!!!"
Done with her night time walk among the dead, Meg returned to the cemetary's entrance, opened the gate, and then went over to her car. After her butt was lowered behind the wheel, Meg turned on the dome light for a second and removed the gold things she just took from Mr. Karl's grave. Looking them over, she took special note of the watch, realizing it was worth more than she at first thought, saying to herself, " Hey yea..., this is one of those good ones...it'll get a least a thousand if not more...guess I'll have a good time after I 'trade' this in...yea a real good time."
She turned off the light, returned the items to her pocket, and drove out of the cemetery, stopping the car for a moment to get out again and lock up the place. Her ass back behind the wheel, Meg drove home and went up to her apartment, seeing two thirty in the morning on her livingroom's clock.
All tired and exhausted, the foxy young dark-haired lady quickly removed all her clothes and went naked into the bathroom. When her ass in the tub, Meg washed out her cunt. As her hands touched her slit, she got all worked up again somewhat, the memory of the "experience" still fresh in her warped brain. Consequently, she leaned back and started playing with herself, reliving everything that happened in the last few hours, causing her to quietly moan, " Ohhh..., yea..., oh!"
It didn't take long and Meg had another orgasm, not as good as the first, but good enough nevertheless. All set now, she finished up with her bath and strolled into the bedroom, flopping down on the mattress with nothing on, her nice naked ass aimed at the ceiling. Seconds later, she was fast asleep.
The End