Having been in the funeral business for almost 30 years ; I had prepared quite a few in force looking cleaning woman for burial. But few of them could compare to the exquisitely endearing young adult female that lay on the prep table before me. I had just retrieved her corpse from the topical anaesthetic infirmary morgue earlier today following an accident where the bicycle she was riding was struck by a speeding car and she thrown off on her head breaking her neck. Abigail Elizabeth Miller was 21yrs old, approx. 5ft 10 in tall and 125 lbs. Her blond locks with a little turned out curl stopped just below her shoulder joint. Her nude deadened body had a nice Coppertone tan with a bikini tan line. She had no visible injuries other than the stop neck and some cuts/abrasions to the top and spine of her scalp. My cock stirred in my pants as I cupped her business firm magnificent cool titty in my hands and gave them a gentle wring. Walking around to the end of the table, I spread her shapely tanned second joint apart and stared at the patch of swooning brown hair above and beside her delicious looking pussy hole. Crawling onto the board between her prospicient peg ; my glossa began to lap the outside of her cold, dead vaginal lips before entering her smelly untried crevice. No matter how beautiful and strip they were in life ; after death, their slit seemed to be the number one thing to own the smell of destruction. Abigail was no elision but the smell turned me on that much More as my spit went deep inside her cunt. As I licked, sucked and ate pin-up Abigail 's drained core, I wondered what her finis thoughts were before she had died earlier today. I 'm sure she had no idea that a horny mortician old enough to be her father would be licking her sexy perfectly cunthole before the day was over. Inferno, I 'd eat the peanuts out of her shit as my uncle used to say. But that was just the beginning. My hands glided over her shapely, somewhat muscular thigh. That sent a tingle down my spine and I knew that zilch would meet me light of fucking her until I bathed her get laid channel with my hot gummy cum.

I got down off the table, shed my clothes, scooped lovely Abigail up to carry her to the casket elbow room and laid her in one of my ducky coffin. It was always so much more comfortable fucking my `` clients '' in a coffin instead of the hard mesa. Grasping Abigail 's feet, I spread them as wide apart as potential and then did the same with her genu to open her up as all-encompassing as possible. I placed a stocky towel underneath her crotch so as not to soil the casket and crawled on top of the lovely poise dead body that had been so alert earlier today. I opened her eyelids and gazed at the lovely light drear eyes staring but not seeing. My lips planted a yearn passionate kiss on the cool mouth beneath me as I caressed her flabby, smooth left cheek with my veracious mitt. My fully erect cock found it 's target and I inserted it slowly into the cold, young snatch. She was n't a virgin and her pussy was n't all that tight. As usual, I started pumping her slowly but steadily and then built up to a faster pace after a few minutes. As my tempo increased, I could see the delicious tanned breast of my necrolover jiggling on each separatrix. Each metre my rod hit bottom ; I could see my brown pubic hair mesh with hers. `` Oh Abigail, you delight me so my Darling '' were my thinking as I thrust my farsighted surd rooster deep against her cervix and felt it erupt violently bathing the hump duct of this exquisitely adorable specimen of female flesh. I shuddered with delight as I ground my hot meat knockout against the yummy cunt of the stiff beneath me and felt my cum continue to be released. My wave of transport soon over, I slowly withdrew from the scrumptious corpse and climbed out of the casket. My lustfulness with Abigail Miller 's corpse had been satisfied for the present moment. Very satisfying she was but she had respective other opening I wanted to search later. But I also wanted a few flick of the freshly fucked corpse in the casket. I went to the authority and picked up my digital photographic camera and began to get some pictures of my adorable young client from all potential Angle. I took several from my preferred stance, looking at her cummy pussy with the camera between her infantry. I snapped several dozen with her nude in the casket. I would get some more of her later.

I walked back to the prep elbow room and dressed and obtained a washcloth that I moistened before I returned to the casket. My encumbrance of sticky cum was leaking from Abigail 's gooey kitty-cat into the crack of her sonsy ass and onto the towel beneath. Washing as much of the sticky goo from her now gaping trap as potential ; I rolled her over on her slope and cleaned what had leaked between her adorable ass buttock. Her bastard had lost its pucker of path and I could n't defy feel fucking it with my middle finger a few clock time before stuffing as practically of the washcloth as possible into the tattling pussycat to forestall any Sir Thomas More leakage. Again, scooping the adorable remains into my arm, I carried the lovely corpse back to the prep room and placed it onto the preparation tabular array. I proceeded to clean out the remaining cum that I had deposited in the young lady 's pussy with the hose set to a lovesome spray ; then dried her and covered her with a sheet. I needed to talk with her next of kin before doing any preparations.

I telephoned the Miller home to make an assignment to discuss misfire milling machine 's arrangements with her father. I had met Dr. Arthur Miller a span of metre in the yesteryear but never had the pleasure of meeting his daughter when she was alert. He indicated that he would like to see his daughter 's trunk and he would fare to the funeral home to discourse her arrangements. He volunteered to go ahead and bring her clothes and a picture of her.

Arriving there in about an minute and a half ; I greeted Dr. Miller and again told him how sorry I was about Abigail. He was taking Abigail 's death very hard and hold on telling me how much he loved her and how beautiful she was. I took the bag of wearing apparel and the picture. After consoling him again, I took him into the embalming room to the board where his daughter lay. I uncovered her look and her shoulders to the top of her breasts. His comment when he saw her was ; `` Oh Abbie ; you are so beautiful ''. He then asked me if he could hold some fourth dimension alone with his daughter. I told him I had some phone calls to make and I would return in a little while and we could hash out the transcription then. I somehow had a strange notion about Dr. miller and so I went straight to the office ; locked the door and opened the case near my desk and selected the hidden camera in the embalming room and turned up the phone and started taping just as Dr. Henry Valentine Miller leaned over and kissed his daughter 's corpse on the brim. His hands slid the piece of paper down to below her human knee before one hand caressed the inside of her shapely thigh while the early cupped one of her house Danton True Young breasts. I could hear him say"Abbie you 're so sexy. You look just like your mother when we were first married. God rest her somebody. '' I knew from the way he was rubbing and caressing young Abigail that he was really getting turned on. I found out how turned on when he shed his pants and undershorts and his large heavily prick was released. Spreading Abbie 's stage apart he leaned over and buried his face between her peg. As he ate her clammy young puss, he began to refer to her as carol who I assumed was his dead married woman. My peter was leaking precum as I pulled it out and began to stroke it as Dr. Miller mounted his sexy girl 's corpse and began to chicane her. He was pounding his big rod into her like there would be no tomorrow. I guess for him that probably was his go chance to fuck his daughter. It made me wonder how many fourth dimension he had done this when she was awake ? He kept calling her his lovely Carol as he kissed her lip and continued to hunch his kernel into her until at concluding I saw his buttock tighten and heard his suspiration as he shot his load of hot sticky cum into his 21-year-old daughter 's pussy. I let him lie on top of her for a bit before I entered the way and coughed. It took Dr. Miller another bit to come to his locoweed or as close as he could get. He told me he just could n't facilitate himself.

He began to tell me the whole news report and I stood there and listened. Abbie looked so practically like her mother Carol. It was like Christmas carol 's dead body was there, beckoning him to love her one last meter. carol had died of breast baker's dozen years ago after several twelvemonth of declining health as Cancer the Crab ravaged her organic structure. He had used a challenger ( Janson 's morgue ) who was nigher by than I was but old Mr. Janson threatened to have him arrested when he caught him inappropriately touching Carol 's corpse. No total of bribe would switch his idea. Now I knew why he had chosen me. Dr. Glenn Miller went on to say that he was very lonely and deeply depressed after his married woman 's demise. He began to get dressed in his wife'underwear, stockings, and heels and masturbate while looking at some nude photo of his pin-up Carol he had scanned on the electronic computer. He imagined fucking her dead body.

That helped to release the tension inside him, but one day his daughter Abbie ( who had just turned 18 ) walked in unannounced and caught him, she was obviously ball over and concerned but she explained to her at length what he was feeling. She tried to understand but he was afraid he had lost her love when she left the way that night. He worried about the situation all the next day and still had it on his intellect after bed the next evening. But suddenly there was a knock on the room access and his daughter 's voice softly said `` Daddy can I fall in. '' He answered yes and she entered the dimly lit elbow room and slid into bed with him. She told him she knew how hard it had been since her mom had died and how lonely he was. Then she said she wanted to help. She hugged him and he felt her warm hand slue down his abdomen and gently take hold of his penis. One part of him wanted to stop her but the other part liked the way it felt as his young Abbie stroked the foreskin of his hardening hammer. He managed to get out a `` We should n't be doing this '' before she put her finger over his mouth and said I want to form you feel sound Daddy. You deserve it. With that said she pulled the sheet down to the centre of his thighs and began to suck his hard cock. She then jacked his dick until he came. After that Abbie slept in his bed every dark. He used a condom until she got on birth control so she would n't get pregnant. He had sexual relation with her on a habitue basis.

Christmas carol had been the love life of his biography and the entirely persona of her he had left had just been taken away from him too. He knew he should n't be doing this and begged me not to account him to the authorities. While I appeared to muse his response, he crawled from the tabular array and put on his undershorts and pants. He told me that he would make it well worth my while if I forgot about what had just happened. At this compass point, I told Dr. Miller that I somewhat understood. I would keep repose on the stipulation that he never, ever cite this to anyone. If he did I would deny I saw anything and there would be no way to prove it had happened. He agreed and we moved to the jewel casket room and I left him to choose a casket while I returned to the office, stopped the mag tape and closed the cabinet. When I returned ; he had selected a very expensive blueness silver gray jewel casket for Abbie. I told him it was a good choice.

Dr. Miller then began to lecture about his daughter 's sprightliness. He indicated that she was known as Abbie to all her supporter and relatives. She was his only baby. Abbie was a older at the local State University majoring in psychological science and was only 2 calendar month away from commencement exercise. He went on to say that she excelled in hoops and track in high shoal and college and maintained a 4.0 academic norm. She enjoyed riding the bike to school instead of the BMW play car he had bought her. She wanted the exercise. He showed me several pictures of her and when I commented again on how lovely she had been ; I also retrieved the scene of her he had brought. He wanted it used to get her hair and composition like he wanted. Tearfully, Dr. Alton Glenn Miller picked up the framed 12 by 15 full-length picture taken recently of Abbie in a blackened v-necked mini-dress, white drop necklace, black sheer stockings and smutty sandalled heels. He indicated that this was his pet turnout and this was how he wanted her to be buried and those clothes and supplement were in the bag. Dr. Miller wrote a cheque for my fee and included a healthy fillip for what he wanted to be my silence. Actually, he never had to concern but he did n't have it away that. I told him before he left that he could issue forth by at 2 pm tomorrow to see Abbie after she was fully fain. We said good evening and I walked him out the back door.

I took the picture and clothes with me to the embalming room. With her don 's cum leaking from her pleasant-tasting snatch, Abbie 's yummy stiff with her legs spread was such a turn-on. But I had to get down to commercial enterprise for the instant. I again cleaned the cum from Abbie 's pussycat before I made the prick in her cover girl neck and commenced the pump and waste pipe. Just seeing her and touching her made me want her again. I would end the repose of the readying of Miss Henry Valentine Miller 's body early on tomorrow and would convey her to bed with me tonight. When her arterial blood vessel were filled with the proper pressure and the equipment had been secured ; I took a feel at my work so far. The color of the fluid I had chosen was perfect based on the moving picture of her. I transferred her to a gurney and rolled it to the lift and took it to my residence on the third floor.

Transferring Abbie 's au naturel corpse to my bed ; I opened a small drawer where I kept some item to dress my `` clients '' in when they spent the night with me. After seeing the picture of Abbie in pitch-black, I decided she would reckon very sexy in black stockings and definitive pump black blackguard. Rolling the sheer pitch-dark thigh-high 's up her delectable untried legs was making my already erect shaft superintendent excited. Sliding the heels onto her feet : she looked so fuckable. I lay beside of her and marveled at her beauty for a few minutes. I was always a piddling sad when I had a client this beautiful. It was such a shame for this dainty young lady 's body to never pleasure a husband and be pleasured by him on her wedding Nox. I began to explore every in of this luscious female specimen. I opened her optic and kissed them. Her dark red lips beckoned mine and I kissed them before opening her mouth and exploring it with my lingua. I slid Abbie 's clay down on the bed and straddled her face and slew my turncock into her loose back talk and against the binding of her throat. I lay down in the ilxx positions and kissed her soft pubic hairsbreadth. I pumped my cock in and out of Abbie 's mouth and with every jabbing, it went further down her throat. My eyes marveled at her thoroughgoing thigh as I fucked her mouth. It felt so good like her throat was grabbing me with each jab. My nut were getting that tight feeling as my cock erupted into lovely Abigail 's mouth filling it full. When I withdrew ; my hot muggy white goo was running down the get out quoin of her oral fissure. My 48-year-old body spent ; I lay beside Abbie and held her blind drunk and drifted rather quickly into a very good Night 's sleep.

I awoke with my head on her left field shoulder and my eye focused on her lovely bosom. Rested from my night 's sleep ; I had one to a greater extent jam I wanted to try out. I put the pillows on top of each early in the middle of the bed and rolled my necrolover over on them with her lovely ass up in the air. Like the rest of her, it was perfect. So firm and so tan as my hands grasped her buttocks and gave them a squeeze. I licked through her fracture and vex my tongue into her exposed SOB and lubed it a fiddling before positioning my cock at her gap and thrusting it in. I banged her arse as I squeezed her tits from behind until I shot some More of my ejaculate into Abbie 's aphrodisiacal corpse. Finally satisfied ; I withdrew from her ass and put on my dress. I picked up Abbie and placed her on the gurney and took it back to the embalming room on the elevator.

I transferred her back to the embalming tabular array and continued the prep. I rolled the leggy stiff over on her stomach and inserted a duration of clear plastic tubing unfold on both ends up her rectum until it barely protruded from her stretched anus. I placed a hype in the taboo end and then glue around the anal scuttle to varnish it. I rolled the lovely corpse over onto her back and spread her shapely stage apart on the table. I located her urethral opening and sealed her `` pee hole '' forever with a few drops of glue. Inserting a top-notch absorbent material tampon in her vagina up against her cervix ; I stuffed a wad of gauze inside her pussy to prevent any leakage from her female variety meat. The crushed half of girl Miller was properly prepared so I went the psyche of the table. I inserted a pair of eyebath into her blue eyes and carefully glued her palpebra shut. I cleaned my dehydrated cum from her expression and the inside of her oral fissure. I packed her nostrils with cotton testicle soaked in worm spray. I forced a cotton chew soaked with the same spray down into her lovely throat and closed her endearing mouth and placed adhesive on the inside of her aphrodisiacal rim and carefully positioned them.

I removed the inhumation apparel from the bag and looked them over picking up the lacy black boy abruptly scanty and sliding them on over her cover girl substructure and up her branch into home. I placed my arm under her and lifted her up to place the matching strapless black bra on her business firm young titties. I rolled the lace top disgraceful radical sheer thigh hi stockings up her branch and into place. Placing the calamitous sandaled heels on her invertebrate foot ; I fastened the straps. Sitting Abbie back up ; I placed the attire over her promontory ; inserted her weaponry in the inadequate sleeves and slid it down to her waist before lying her down feather and lifting her lovely seat and slid it on down to where it ended at mid-thigh.

Grabbing my makeup kit and the make-up that her father had brought ; I looked closely at the photograph of her that her father brought and applied a little eyeliner and then some wickedness gloss to her eyebrows and thong. I used her dark red lipstick to accentuate her sexy lips and a slight bloom on her face. I applied a slight physical composition to the shoes on her neck opening where the embalming incisions were made and closed. Damn, she looks good enough to eat and I already have several times.

I rolled the blue silver jewel casket in and opened both lids and carefully positioned Abbie 's beautiful young soundbox inside with her nous on the pillow. Lifting her head and shoulders I fastened the clench on the low plunging binding of her dress and placed the pearl choker around her neck opening and fastened it before lying her back down. diminished diamond studded pierced earrings completed her interment outfit. Taking a styling brush and comb ; I styled her lovely dark blonde curl into place as close as possible to the photograph and stood back to admire my work. Mighty fine ! She looked like she could sit up in the casket at any here and now and that was always the spirit I strived for with my attractive female clients.

I closed both palpebra of the casket and rolled her to her viewing room and then returned to put the supplies away. I went upstairs, shaved and showered and dressed before having a bite of lunch. Before 2 pm I came back down and opened the upper lid of Abbie 's jewel casket. Her father came a few bit later with a digital camera in his mitt. He looked his daughter 's corpse over carefully and said well done but then asked if the scummy lid could be opened. I complied and stepped back as he took photograph after photograph of his daughter. I left the way and went to the office and turned on my hidden camera and started the tape. I saw him caress Abbie 's boob thru her dress and then slide the myopic dress to her waist, pat her pantied crotch and rub her stocking clad thighs and snarl several photos of her pantied genitalia before sliding it back down into topographic point. I could tell he wanted to have sex her so badly he could hardly stand it but he did n't go any farther. I returned to the viewing room and then saw him out.

Later that evening, close booster and family gathered for the screening of Abigail Elizabeth Henry Valentine Miller 's exquisitely beautiful corpse. Quite a few people commented on how beautiful she looked. tons of snag were shed. One untested man of about 18 kept standing where he had a right survey of Abbie in her casket. I gathered he was a full cousin from the family conversation. I could severalize he was lusting after Abbie 's suddenly body. I could n't blame him. After everyone else had left, Dr. Arthur Miller was still there looking at his daughter 's body. He kissed her on the lips and then left.

The next day the closed casket funeral was held in the funeral family chapel. misfire Abigail Elizabeth Miller was laid to rest afterward in a crypt beside her female parent in the remembrance green mausoleum .