On a cold Friday good afternoon in February 1969, a group of us guys were gathered at our ducky stretch of state road to see who had the dissipated car. I was 19 & amp ; had recently acquired a Caucasian 1966 Ford Fairlane GT 390 4-Speed. I would be racing against my friend Jeff ; who had a 1966 Chevy SS396. The 3 stat mi stretch we used had some curves and and a bridge over the river. We received the start signaling and bolted down the road with Jeff in the left field lane and my car in the right hand. I was pulling slightly ahead as we approached the curve near the bridge. I didn't see the eyepatch of ice until it was too recent. I lost ascendence and my car plumetted off the depository financial institution into the river. I began to panic as the car filled with icy water and began to sink. The door wouldn't open and the pee was now covering my nerve. As I was frantically pushing against the door on the passenger side ; the pressure equalized and the door opened and I swam out. I wasn't a strong natator and became disoriented as to where the surface was. ineffective to obtain my breath any thirster ; I began to contain in body of water and everything started to go black and I realized I was drowning. From what seemed to be a hanker way off ; I could see about a dozen bright luminousness slowly getting closer. But suddenly I felt a tug as I was being dragged to the surface. The light maintained their distance. My cold consistence was carried by the arms and legs and then was placed on the priming. Rolling me over on my tummy ; I could take heed Jeff and another Friend talking as they attempted to enfeeble the water from my lungs before turning me on my back again and beginning CPR.

Soon after that ; I could hear the plaint of the temptress of an ambulance approaching. Jeff stopped the CPR and one of the paramedic took over as I was loaded onto a gurney and placed in the ambulance. Upon arrival at the hospital ; I was examined by the Young doc on duty ; if you could call it an test. He quickly made the determination that I was dead and I heard him squall the prison term of death as 6:18PM. stagnant ; I couldn't be dead or could I ? I was freeze and and coulld not move my arms or leg or anything else. My eyelids wouldn't even respond when I tryed to open them. Talk about being terrified. The bright light source were still there and maintained their distance from me. A weather sheet was place over my " cadaver ". A light prison term later I could learn my mother crying as they entered the elbow room. The sheet was pulled back and I felt my female parent touching my cold-blooded look and deal before my father led her out and I was covered again by the rag before being placed on a gurney and being moved again. The movement stopped and I was skid onto a tray. My apparel were removed rather roughly from my body and now I was nude. I could feel the cold stainless blade beneath me as the hospital morgue attendant slid the tray in and slammed the door shut. In downright darkness and muteness ; I lay unable to move.

Some prison term later ; I heard the door open and felt the tray motion as I was slid out. Then I heard a sexy female articulation talking with the mortuary attendant. I had heard that voice before but I couldn't immediately recognize it. Suddenly he called her Mrs. Sir Thomas Wyat and mentioned that her married man normally retrieved the dead body. She replied that her husband had taken their young teenage daughter's Sunday School mathematical group on a snow skiing trip-up and wouldn't be back until Sunday evening. Mrs Catherine the Great James Wyatt operated the local funeral home with her husband Ronnie. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid centre on. At about 36 yrs old and almost 6 ft tall ; she had long iniquity brownish pilus that she kept in a bun when she was working but let down into a fall at other times. If I was actually dead and was going to be embalmed, I couldn't think of anyone I would rather have touching my eubstance than her.

I was zipped into a torso bag and placed on a gurney and rolled into the back of a hearse. At the funeral place ; I felt the jolt as the gurney was rolled from the hearse. The physical structure bag was slid from the gurney and I heard the sound of the zipper. Gloved but ardent hands pulled my freezing torso over onto a insensate stainless steel steel mesa. I could hear the sound of spraying water and then I began to sense the warmth of the H2O that was being sprayed on my body. A piano brush was being used all over my body and then I was being sprayed down again. Now I could finger my eubstance being dryed by a towel. Catherine the Great Wyat's sexy vocalization startled me as she said " My, my ; you are a handsome unseasoned man ". " Too bad you had to overwhelm yourself ". Yeah it was too bad, I thought but couldn't answer her.

Suddenly I felt her warm men on my brass as she softly rubbed my buttock. I was literally scandalize as her warm lips kissed my inhuman unity. She gently opened my mouth and I could find her warm tongue touching my tongue and exploring the inside of my sassing. Her gloveless lenient warm deal began to fondle my bureau and slid their way down past my groyne onto my thighs. Slowly ; I could feel a warming sensation throughout my consistency. Her hands slowly made their way back up to my breakwater and I was shocked when she cradled my Lucille Ball into her handwriting and said " You've got a nice bundle there ". Too bad I wasn't going to ever get to use it again, I thought. Now her fingers began to stroke my cold little soft member and I felt her shrink back the prepuce as the warming virtuoso I was feeling continued to acquire. I was further shocked as I suddenly felt her warm up back talk encircle the head of my phallus and began to suck it before taking it all into her mouth. This was becoming more pleasurable by the minute until suddenly she stopped and was no longsighted touching me.

Yet I heard her somewhere near the board. All of a sudden ; she was up on the tabular array straddling my torso with her knee beside my caput and her big sexy teat rubbing against my stomach. I felt one of her hands encircle my penis and then her sassing cover the principal of it. Mrs Sir Thomas Wyatt alternated sucking my tool and stroking it with her hand. During this time I could feel her nylon stockings rubbing the acme of my berm and the sides of my face as she rocked about. My good sense of smell began to discover the odor of what I soon realized was her delicious pussycat above my face. I was going out of creative thinker. Was I dead or alive ? I didn't know which but I wanted to come to so much this curvaceous trunk that giving me such pleasure. Abruptly she sat up on her haunches and repositioned her long legs and sat down on me so that now her delicious slit was rubbing my nose and mouth and the olfactory property was driving me wild. Her juices were dripping down and running into my sass. I wanted so very much to lick my lip but couldn't. I heard her moan of pleasance as she rubbed her pussy and clitoris against my horn in and sassing. I wanted to eat her flavorful snatch. Suddenly she stopped and shifted on the table again such that she was now straddling my mole. I could feel her warmly paw caressing my chest as her hot juicy puss settled down against my hawkshaw and she began to rub her pussy and clit against it. Was this Heaven or nether region ? It was heavenly the feeling of pleasure I was getting but it was hell to to not be able to partake her. She began to moan with pleasance again as she settled into a rhythm as my non-erect gumshoe rubbed her button and thru the brim of her hot juicy puss. I could find my body continuing to warm and then something started happening that I really couldn't believe at least initially. I could feel my penis start to tighten and lengthen ; it was getting hard. Surely she would realize now that I wasn't dead after all. I could feel it rubbing bass inside her pickle each sentence my dick slid thru it until suddenly it was inside. But Catherine II Wyatt didn't appear to notice this new developement. Her moaning and tempo were increasing as her pussy began to grab my stiffening organ on each throw.

All of a sudden my eyelids opened and I was able-bodied to view the beautiful char who was fucking what she thought was my utterly body. The shiny lights that had remained at a aloofness receded toward the duskiness. Mrs Wyatt had taken her long disconsolate brown hair down and it swayed about as she rocked up and down on my now fully erect peter. Her bosom were big but has amazingly little sag. My dick was starting to finger like it was going to cum. Her vaginal muscles continued to tighten and I could listen a popping interference as she came all of the way off my dick and thrust it back inside her luscious hole with each CVA. She came down excess firmly as I felt her body quiver ; her vaginal muscles tighten and then pulsation and her hot cum bathe my activated organ as she reached her orgasm. That was just too lots for my dead body to stand. I felt the hot semen squirting from my now fully vertical gumshoe bathe her beat snatch and cervix filling her full. She now collapsed on my chest with her head teacher turned to the English and her hanker brown hairsbreadth against my human face. I was no longer cold but I still couldn't motility. She now slowly sat up and I'm not exactly sure what happened side by side. Her centre looked into my afford staring eyes, she screamed at the top of her lungs and she either jumped or fell sideways off the mesa. I heard a thumping and a crack and then a gurgling sound as she hit the concrete floor ; then an eerie silence.

I began to get some feeling in my arms and neck and slowly turned over to see what happened to Mrs James Wyatt. The first thing I saw was her left disastrous high heel shoe and stocking fit out ankle upside down caught between the two rail sections on the side of the table. Raising up gave me a splitting worry so I laid back down. After a while longer ; I began to get feeling back in my lower leg and feet. I slid off the opposite side of the table into the floor. I couldn't yet walk so I crawled around the question of the stem of the table to checker on Mrs. Wyatt. To my horror ; her beautiful brown center were staring blankly into space. A soupcon of blood was pooled at the the right way side of meat of her open mouth.She was laying partially on her good side of meat with her legs spread widely apart. A yellow puddle of her urine was on the floor beneath and in front of her exposed crotch. I could also see where the mixture of her dying urine and cum and my cum was on her thick lustrious dark bush and where it had leaked into the crack of shapely ass.

I crawled finisher and touched her outstretched right hand and felt for a impulse in her wrist. No luck ; she was a toast. The most beautiful cleaning woman I had ever seen was now a corpse. How was I going to explain this especially in Christ Within of the condition of her vagina all full of my semen. I was starting to get cold again and needed some dress to put on. I crawled over to the counter against the wall and pulled myself up. There lying cattle ranch out on the counter were the clothes that Mrs. Wyatt had removed from her body ; a black lace bra and pit mordant panty, a metier blue angel blouse and grim mini-skirt and a livid labcoat. I grabbed the white labcoat, put it on and buttoned it. A white charge card bag was sitting further down the counter. Inside I found my wet clothes, horseshoe and other personal effects. I slowly looked around the funeral place and eventually found a laundry room with a dryer and placed my clothes and place in the dryer.

Now back to Catherine II Wyatt. I now felt after our previous interlude I knew her well enough to call her Catherine.I pulled her left ankle and shoe out from between the board rails and slowly lowered it to the trading floor. I marveled at her shapely calf and thigh and my dick began to stiffen. I was getting turned on at the site of Catherine Wyat's lovely corpse and couldn't help it. I took a roll of toilet paper and soaked up the weewee and cum on the floor and flushed it down the commode. By now the feeling had returned to all my dead body parts and I grabbed Catherine under the armpits and pulled her body into a nearby room and onto a tumid sofa. Strange as it sounds ; I had to induce her one more time. I unbuttoned the tooshie of the labcoat ; positioned Catherine and slip my dick into her sticky cooling pussy and began to pump. It felt so dear it is hard to describe how good ! My hands explored her tits and second joint as I fucked her. It didn't take long for me to accomplish orgasm and I shot another load into her keen pussy. I stopped pumping and let it soak a few minutes savoring the extasy of the import then withdrew and looked at Catherine II. I turned her over and rubbed her shapely butt and slid my hand into the crack of her ass. My digit slowly slid into the pucker of her prick and then erupt through into her rectum. My girfriend Debbie had never allowed me to explore her ass but Catherine the Great, given her precondition, had no objections. After a few second of finger fucking her ass ; I slid up behind her and entered her with my peter. Her ass felt beneficial inside but different from her kitty-cat. I began to have it off her ass but was getting that dizzy headache I had earlier so I decided I better layover and withdrew from Catherine's ass.

My dress were almost dry when I checked on them in the laundry way. I put then on and returned to Catherine's corpse. I grasped her under the armpits again and pulled her into the embalming room and placed her on the embalming tabular array I had been on. A plan was forming in my read/write head. I removed her stockings and place and grabbed the hosepipe to houseclean her up. I placed a plastic bag over her face/hair so as not to wet her tomentum or run her makeup. Then I sprayed her corpse with warm piss ; particularly her crotch. Changing the spray to a watercourse ; I inserted it into her pussy until the liquid state draining out was clear. Next I positioned her lovely long legs so as to be able to have better approach to her arsehole and inserted the hose into it for a few moments before stopping the flow. I toweled her dry and placed a wild leek behind her back to elevate her so her opening would debilitate. Meanwhile ; I inserted her firm big tits into the cups of the bra and fastened it before putting on her blue-blooded blouse and buttoning it. future I rolled her thigh hi stockings back on to her branch and placed her black hi cad on her feet. Satisfied she was drained reasonably well ; I placed a towel under her and put her feet inside the leg orifice of the panties and slid then up to her crotch and in place before sliding the blackamoor mini-skirt on and buttoning/ zipping it. Maneouvering her body on the tabular array ; I placed the lab coat on her and buttoned it. I carried Catherine's remains over to the steps coming down from the amphetamine Street Level viewing elbow room hall. I positioned her at the can of the stairs with her impart leg caught in the lowest smoothing iron runway place before the grim stratum. This might work yet !

I called the exigency numeral and explained there had been an fortuity at the funeral home and Mrs. Wyatt was dead. I sat and waited for the bureau to get. The law and the coroner arrived and I told my storey. I had been brought here with everyone thinking I was perfectly. After Mrs. Wyatt had placed me on the embalming table and had went upstairs ; I had revived and raised up just as she was coming down the step. She was so startle and shocked that she fell down the stairs. It was several hour I guess before I was able to get off the table to send for anyone. While initially unbelieving at maiden ; everything looked pretty lots as I had explained so the medical examiner ruled it an stroke. He was known for being lax on performing postmortem so no real postmortem was performed. I was reunited with my parents, girlfriend and my buddies. Mr Sir Thomas Wyat and his girl Jenna were called home early from their skiiing stumble. Reluctantly with often initial guilty conscience and pinch I attended Mrs. Catherine II Wyatt's viewing and funeral. A more beautiful corpse I have never seen and I've enjoyed many beautiful distaff corpses in my many years in the funeral business. That's rightfield ; I became a mortician.

EPILOGUE :

Another little bit of sarcasm is that Jenna Wyat did not blame me for her mother's death. After obtaining a pathology arcdegree she returned home. We began dating and fell in love and have been married for over twenty years. She is my mate in the funeral job her Father and mother once owned. Jenna is almost an exact copy of her mother Catherine the Great and she is the most beautiful living woman I have ever met. Before we were married I told her what happened the nighttime her mother died. She is the only aliveness person who knows besides me. Jenna enjoys dressing up in her sexiest outfit, having me lay her on the embalming table where I slowly strip her to just her rayon stocking and cad. After mountain of foreplay ; I carry her to a coffin and fuck her delicious trunk until we both cum. Every once in a while I get a female " client " whose consistence is very aphrodisiacal and in good experimental condition. Jenna likes to watch me love them on the embalming tabular array. On a couple of juncture she has enjoyed a handsome young man on the embalming board after we checked to make sure he was really utter. Wouldn't want Jenna to stand the Sami lot as her mother did ; would we ! Just how prosperous can a man be to have a married woman like Jenna and have made sexual love to a cadaver like her mother Catherine the Great ?