kitanaprincess
Princess/Prof. Killer
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I DID NOT WRITE THIS!
i found it some time ago floating the net and recently read it again and thought it was a nice story!
sorry if repost or the writer is in the forum! not trying to take credit for it! just sharing
This is a parody of the hit HBO series "Six Feet Under" which really takes no more than the daughter's first name and the basic outline of the storyline. But it's just gross enough to make it into the putrid archive.
"Yes, I know stealing a foot is weird. But, living in a house where a foot is available to be stolen is weird."
* * *
Claire grew up in a home that catered to dead people. When she was younger she tried to ignore what her family did for a living. But by the time she became a teenager her friends at school wouldn't let her.
There was constant teasing about her family's funeral home. The boys would make crude jokes about Claire's sex life and the "experience" that she must have had. She tried to ignore them but it still hurt.
After graduating from high school Claire was a lost soul, nothing seemed to excite her, she didn't really want to go to college, but she knew she didn't want to go into the family business either. She'd seen what that was like as her two older brothers were slowly entrapped and made to take over the day-to-day business tasks.
Claire just wanted out. She didn't want anything to do with the gross and disgusting business of taking care of dead bodies, or the sad and sorry people who traipsed through the office night and day, trying to care for their recently deceased.
But as it happened, one evening Claire "was" trapped into covering the phones. There had to be someone to take calls until 9pm every night, and both her brothers were busy, one had a date and the other had to go out of town. Claire had been dragooned by her mother who was also going out that night. Her mother had pulled all the guilt strings to get her daughter to "help out" a little.
So Claire found herself sitting around in the office looking at a silent phone. Gawd, she was bored, nothing ever happened around there. Nothing interesting anyway. She got up from the desk and wandered around the room. She could smell the acrid chemicals that were used for embalming. That smell would haunt her for the rest of her life, she thought to herself.
Then Claire heard an alarm go off in the preparation room. What could possibly be going on there? She wondered. Walking slowly over to the lab door, Claire nervously pushed it open and looked in.
She could see a body lying on one of the prep-tables and beside it was a timer. Apparently someone had set the timer and forgotten about it. Claire strode over to the table and punched the off button on the alarm mechanism.
Then she glanced down at the body on the table. "Jeeze!" It was a middle-aged man and he was naked. But that wasn't what attracted Claire's attention. What made her stair was the stiff erection that he was sporting. His dick wasn't huge or anything but it looked fully erect and almost alive.
Claire had seen cases like this before. Sometimes at the moment of death a man will get an erection and it might stay that way. When something like that happened to a client and there was going to be a showing, whoever was doing the prep work would either have to crush the erection or cut it off so that there wouldn't be this big obscene lump in the corpse's pants.
Obviously they hadn't gotten that far with this guy yet. As she looked down at him she thought to herself, 'what a waste, I wonder if he was a good lover in his time? I wonder if he has a wife whose morning him and who would be totally grossed out if she knew what was in store for her poor dead husband.'
Claire reached out and tweaked the corpse's stiff dick. It felt stiff against her finger. Looking around nervously Claire reached down and gripped the man's boner and tugged at it. 'Hmmm, he feels almost alive, except that there's no body heat.
Just for the fun of it Claire began to jerk the man off. Of course she knew that it was totally perverted, but when she was alone in that stupid place she found that she did things that were strange. When she'd been 16 she had given a dead boy a blowjob one night when everyone was out.
The boy had died from a blow to the head, but the rest of his body was perfect. He'd also had an erection like this middle-aged man, and his dick had looked so nice, she had felt so excited...
Claire shook her head, realizing that she shouldn't be in there touching the man and that she should go back to the office.
But standing beside the corpse, with her fingers wrapped around his unprotesting erection, Claire had a though. She had given the teenage boy a blowjob back when she was younger, and she might have even tried him out for a ride, but back then she had been a virgin and the whole thing was just too gross.
But this middle-aged man looked clean, and he was obviously healthy, or at least looked like he must have been, accept that he was dead. Claire squeezed his balls; they felt firm and moved under her touch. The man wasn't too hairy, in fact his pubic hair was rather wispy and his body was well made - 'for an old guy,' she thought.
Before Claire could stop herself she climbed up on the table and straddled the man's naked body. Suddenly, her heart was pounding in her chest and her body was shaking in nervous arousal. Gawd, it felt good to think about something this perverted, this nasty.
Claire felt the man's thighs against her inner thighs, his leg hair rasped against her smooth skin. She looked down at his closed face and wondered what he'd been like when he was alive. Would she have liked him? She certainly wouldn't have been in this position with him if he were alive. She smiled to herself over that.
Lifting her skirt and pulling her panties to one side she positioned the dead erect dick up against her living hot flesh. She was wet, dripping wet. It took almost no effort to sink down on his erection. She was so wet that she lubricated both of them.
For a moment Claire snuggled down all the way onto him and just sat there with her hands flat on his chest and his stiff dick fully inserted. It felt kind of strange. His dick filled her alright, but it was cool, not hot like a live man's would be. Claire wasn't sure that she didn't like a cool dick better.
Then still looking down at the dead middle-aged man; Claire began to ride him slowly. Her knees rested on either side of the corpse and pushed against the pad on the table, and her hands went back to rest against his bare chest and she increased her rhythm.
Soon Claire was gasping and moaning in pleasure as she guided the dead man's dick just to the right spots, just the way she wanted it. There were no missed rhythms, no awkward moment where one or the other partner moved wrong. He just lay there unmoving, accepting her advances without complaint. And Claire using his body any way she wanted. It felt SO good.
She screamed as an intense orgasm rushed up her thighs to center between her legs. Right were the man's organ was implanted. Right at her place of most private pleasure. It was momentarily mind numbing and Claire was totally caught up. All sensations were her's to enjoy; she didn't have to worry about her partner's pleasure, or what he might think of her abandon.
Finally her orgasmic spasms decreased and slowly she came down from her panicle of pleasure. She collapsed onto the man's chest, gasping for breath, moaning in pleasure.
After a while Claire was able to control her body again, her breathing was coming in controlled gasps, and she realized what she must look like. If someone came into that room right then, what could she say?
Claire quickly dismounted the corpse of the middle-aged man and tugged her clothes back into place. She looked at his stiff member and saw all her juices slickening the surfaces of his shaft. She could even see her lubricants dripping onto his balls. She quickly went over to the sink area and moistened a washcloth and hurried back to clean up the man's body.
When she was done she stood back and looked at him. "Thanks mister, I really needed that," she whispered. Then she noticed that his erection wasn't as pronounced as before. And to her amazement as she continued to watch, his erection deflated slowly, ever so slowly, until it was fully flaccid and nothing more than a wizened little weenie.
"Well, at least you won't have to be mutilated by my brother," she said to herself. "You gotta admit that it's a lot better to go for a ride than get bashed with a hammer or cut with a scalpel. I'll bet you never thought you'd have sex again did you?"
Claire took one last look around the room and flicked off the lights and shut the door behind her.
END
i found it some time ago floating the net and recently read it again and thought it was a nice story!
sorry if repost or the writer is in the forum! not trying to take credit for it! just sharing
This is a parody of the hit HBO series "Six Feet Under" which really takes no more than the daughter's first name and the basic outline of the storyline. But it's just gross enough to make it into the putrid archive.
"Yes, I know stealing a foot is weird. But, living in a house where a foot is available to be stolen is weird."
* * *
Claire grew up in a home that catered to dead people. When she was younger she tried to ignore what her family did for a living. But by the time she became a teenager her friends at school wouldn't let her.
There was constant teasing about her family's funeral home. The boys would make crude jokes about Claire's sex life and the "experience" that she must have had. She tried to ignore them but it still hurt.
After graduating from high school Claire was a lost soul, nothing seemed to excite her, she didn't really want to go to college, but she knew she didn't want to go into the family business either. She'd seen what that was like as her two older brothers were slowly entrapped and made to take over the day-to-day business tasks.
Claire just wanted out. She didn't want anything to do with the gross and disgusting business of taking care of dead bodies, or the sad and sorry people who traipsed through the office night and day, trying to care for their recently deceased.
But as it happened, one evening Claire "was" trapped into covering the phones. There had to be someone to take calls until 9pm every night, and both her brothers were busy, one had a date and the other had to go out of town. Claire had been dragooned by her mother who was also going out that night. Her mother had pulled all the guilt strings to get her daughter to "help out" a little.
So Claire found herself sitting around in the office looking at a silent phone. Gawd, she was bored, nothing ever happened around there. Nothing interesting anyway. She got up from the desk and wandered around the room. She could smell the acrid chemicals that were used for embalming. That smell would haunt her for the rest of her life, she thought to herself.
Then Claire heard an alarm go off in the preparation room. What could possibly be going on there? She wondered. Walking slowly over to the lab door, Claire nervously pushed it open and looked in.
She could see a body lying on one of the prep-tables and beside it was a timer. Apparently someone had set the timer and forgotten about it. Claire strode over to the table and punched the off button on the alarm mechanism.
Then she glanced down at the body on the table. "Jeeze!" It was a middle-aged man and he was naked. But that wasn't what attracted Claire's attention. What made her stair was the stiff erection that he was sporting. His dick wasn't huge or anything but it looked fully erect and almost alive.
Claire had seen cases like this before. Sometimes at the moment of death a man will get an erection and it might stay that way. When something like that happened to a client and there was going to be a showing, whoever was doing the prep work would either have to crush the erection or cut it off so that there wouldn't be this big obscene lump in the corpse's pants.
Obviously they hadn't gotten that far with this guy yet. As she looked down at him she thought to herself, 'what a waste, I wonder if he was a good lover in his time? I wonder if he has a wife whose morning him and who would be totally grossed out if she knew what was in store for her poor dead husband.'
Claire reached out and tweaked the corpse's stiff dick. It felt stiff against her finger. Looking around nervously Claire reached down and gripped the man's boner and tugged at it. 'Hmmm, he feels almost alive, except that there's no body heat.
Just for the fun of it Claire began to jerk the man off. Of course she knew that it was totally perverted, but when she was alone in that stupid place she found that she did things that were strange. When she'd been 16 she had given a dead boy a blowjob one night when everyone was out.
The boy had died from a blow to the head, but the rest of his body was perfect. He'd also had an erection like this middle-aged man, and his dick had looked so nice, she had felt so excited...
Claire shook her head, realizing that she shouldn't be in there touching the man and that she should go back to the office.
But standing beside the corpse, with her fingers wrapped around his unprotesting erection, Claire had a though. She had given the teenage boy a blowjob back when she was younger, and she might have even tried him out for a ride, but back then she had been a virgin and the whole thing was just too gross.
But this middle-aged man looked clean, and he was obviously healthy, or at least looked like he must have been, accept that he was dead. Claire squeezed his balls; they felt firm and moved under her touch. The man wasn't too hairy, in fact his pubic hair was rather wispy and his body was well made - 'for an old guy,' she thought.
Before Claire could stop herself she climbed up on the table and straddled the man's naked body. Suddenly, her heart was pounding in her chest and her body was shaking in nervous arousal. Gawd, it felt good to think about something this perverted, this nasty.
Claire felt the man's thighs against her inner thighs, his leg hair rasped against her smooth skin. She looked down at his closed face and wondered what he'd been like when he was alive. Would she have liked him? She certainly wouldn't have been in this position with him if he were alive. She smiled to herself over that.
Lifting her skirt and pulling her panties to one side she positioned the dead erect dick up against her living hot flesh. She was wet, dripping wet. It took almost no effort to sink down on his erection. She was so wet that she lubricated both of them.
For a moment Claire snuggled down all the way onto him and just sat there with her hands flat on his chest and his stiff dick fully inserted. It felt kind of strange. His dick filled her alright, but it was cool, not hot like a live man's would be. Claire wasn't sure that she didn't like a cool dick better.
Then still looking down at the dead middle-aged man; Claire began to ride him slowly. Her knees rested on either side of the corpse and pushed against the pad on the table, and her hands went back to rest against his bare chest and she increased her rhythm.
Soon Claire was gasping and moaning in pleasure as she guided the dead man's dick just to the right spots, just the way she wanted it. There were no missed rhythms, no awkward moment where one or the other partner moved wrong. He just lay there unmoving, accepting her advances without complaint. And Claire using his body any way she wanted. It felt SO good.
She screamed as an intense orgasm rushed up her thighs to center between her legs. Right were the man's organ was implanted. Right at her place of most private pleasure. It was momentarily mind numbing and Claire was totally caught up. All sensations were her's to enjoy; she didn't have to worry about her partner's pleasure, or what he might think of her abandon.
Finally her orgasmic spasms decreased and slowly she came down from her panicle of pleasure. She collapsed onto the man's chest, gasping for breath, moaning in pleasure.
After a while Claire was able to control her body again, her breathing was coming in controlled gasps, and she realized what she must look like. If someone came into that room right then, what could she say?
Claire quickly dismounted the corpse of the middle-aged man and tugged her clothes back into place. She looked at his stiff member and saw all her juices slickening the surfaces of his shaft. She could even see her lubricants dripping onto his balls. She quickly went over to the sink area and moistened a washcloth and hurried back to clean up the man's body.
When she was done she stood back and looked at him. "Thanks mister, I really needed that," she whispered. Then she noticed that his erection wasn't as pronounced as before. And to her amazement as she continued to watch, his erection deflated slowly, ever so slowly, until it was fully flaccid and nothing more than a wizened little weenie.
"Well, at least you won't have to be mutilated by my brother," she said to herself. "You gotta admit that it's a lot better to go for a ride than get bashed with a hammer or cut with a scalpel. I'll bet you never thought you'd have sex again did you?"
Claire took one last look around the room and flicked off the lights and shut the door behind her.
END
