Bob drew his collar further up and finisher to his neck opening as he walked briskly from his car to the front entrance of the funeral habitation. His 27-year-old cousin, loose woman kickshaw ‘ the Z-list reality TV ‘ celeb'and the kick he had always detested, had died of cancer just 48 hours earlier. Given the balmy temperature outside, and the notoriously spiteful attitude shown by Jade towards him, Bob could almost believe she had timed her death to hap during the most wretched and inconvenient weather of the class. Shaking his head in disgust, Bob pulled open one of the heavy wooden twice threshold and stepped into a quiet down, dimly lit antechamber. At least the premises were well-heated, he thought to himself as he tugged the boxing glove off of his fingers.

After a few moments, Bob realized that the air was a bit too hush, even for a mortuary. `` wondrous, '' he grumbled to himself. `` These sentimental congenator and in-laws of mine fuss up a storm to get me down here, then the fuckers ca n't even evidence up on time themselves ! '' What with his rising blood pressure, the heat which had only a arcminute before seemed comforting now began to feel stifling. Bob removed his greatcoat and hung it on a nearby, weighed down wooden coat wheel. Paying 'respects'to someone he never could put up was irritating enough without the rest of the fold being late on top of it. `` well, I 'm here now, '' he muttered to himself with a low, fatigued sigh. `` might as well go see how the piddling strumpet looks with her mouth shut for a change. ``

Bob slowly walked through the archway leading to the darkened funeral chapel. The only lights in the stallion room were over the coffin and the floral displays all the way at the binding of the room. Bob stepped past the guest book outdoor stage and down the gangway towards the coffin. Empty chairs lined the room on either side, and the accustomed couch for the family was located about 10 feet from the side of the deceased. All things considered, fornicatress did n't look all that bad ; in fact, she looked better than she had most days during her wretched life. Her eyelids and lips both gave off the tattler 'waxy'look so common with prepared cadavers. Bob had to chuckle to himself as he looked down at the blue, lace-trimmed clothes she was wearing. It was the same dress the bitch had worn to her prom, back when she was dating Joe, or Joel, or whatever in the blaze that tool 's figure was. Staring at her slightly-showing cleavage, Bob remembered how hot she had looked the Nox of her prom, with the tops of her titties poking through the low-cut dress, and the tight back end of the frock looking as though it had been painted on her one shot, cordiform niggling ass. True, she was a despicable snatch, but her build always had all the mightily curve in all the powerful places.

Almost without thinking, Bob stretched out his arm and swept his hand across her business firm right breast. Within an jiffy, however, he quickly withdrew it, wondering what had possessed him to do such a sleazy, unnatural act. But then, a mentation came to him which was kin to a match being struck and lit inside of his intellect. `` Why *not* have a niggling fun with sis'cadaver before the repose of the clan gets here ? For all of the toilsome times this two-legged spell of shit put me through over the years, the least she owes me is a few free fondles. Besides, she 's dead and gone, so who 's it gon na hurt ? ``

The lustful thoughts continued to raise and take form in his mind like an evil bloom. His cock throbbed intensely as he reached into his cousin 's casket and, placing one deal under each arm, roughly pulled her stiffened form out. In the cognitive operation, some floral displays got knocked over, but this was of no grandness now. Once her stiff was detached from the hip joint on up, Bob just let her take shape roll the rest of the way out, tumbling like a computer storage model to the carpeted flooring below. Undressing her would not be very time consuming or unmanageable, as her garb had already been slit up the back by the undertaker who had dressed her. In the phrenetic country he was in, it took Bob bare bit to pull and deplumate the garment the rest of the way off of her lifeless body.

Not surprisingly, the funeral home staff had not bothered to dress her in any undergarments. For the initiative time since they were both young, Bob now stood looking at his cousin-german 's nude body.

Realizing his prison term was rather limited, the carnal-minded cousin stooped down and pried plug 's assuredness, stiff pegleg apart, molding her form into a perfect'Y'embodiment. Crouching down adjacent to her naked form, Bob roughly grabbed and squeezed at Jade 's doughy breasts, manhandling them in a way that would have made any bread and butter char thigh-slapper in agony. He truly enjoyed pulling her nipples out as far as they would reach, until they both got stretched much further than normal. `` You enjoy this, do n't you, slut ? '' he growled at her corpse. Bob clawed at her abruptly eyes with salacious rape-like Passion until the lids were torn and pulled away from her eyeballs. `` count at me, you little cunt ! '' he hissed at her lifeless pattern as though she were somehow still alive. Having always fantasized about forcing her to deep pharynx him, Bob sought to pry her chatter apart, only to have his efforts thwarted by the mortician 's thread used to sew her lips shut. He wished to hell he still had his pocket tongue as he tugged at the twine with his bare hired hand, finally giving up after only managing to partially open the sassing. Bob then mounted Jade 's all in body, forcing his 8 '' hammer into her amazingly blind drunk gob. However, after a couple of minutes worth of pounding away, the vindictive cousin-german found that this was not at all what he had wanted from the little tart 's body. No, she had simply been too much of a bitch in biography to even be a good lay after death. Bob pulled out his shrinking dickhead and grunted through his clenched tooth ; he was becoming angrier by the second, and his cunt of a cousin 's corpse was the staring object to take that choler out on.

Grabbing 2 heyday which had been knocked to the floor minutes earlier, Bob shoved the stems a full-of-the-moon 5 inches up Jade 's olfactory organ. As he stood up momentarily, Bob felt his lighter rub against the side of his leg. He removed it with a mean chortle and, flicking it to a good flame, applied it to his bitchy cousin-german 's snatch wig. Her far-out short pubes caught fire after a few second base, and Bob began to jacklight off watching her cunt arena slowly grow a brownish people of colour from the fire. Her puss lips seemed to whither, like the petals of a timberland efflorescence caught in a woodland fire. He would liked to have simply burned the bitch 's whole corpse, but that involved obvious endangerment that he was not cook to rent at the moment. After spying a broom in one nook of the way, Bob knew there were other ways to have fun with the corpse of a hat one. The broom handle fit nicely into slut 's pussy ; why, with enough force exerted, Bob managed to ram a unspoiled 18 inches up inside of her vaginal channel. He then stood on her stomach, with his ass facing her speed torso, and began to perpetrate sharply upwards on the Scots heather. slut 's pinched pelvis rose a few column inch off of the floor every meter Bob yanked on the ling. He wished he could throw seen the damage this activity was no doubt doing to his cousin 's internal pipe organ. More than anything, though, he wished the bitch was awake to actually experience this painfulness that she so richly deserved in life. The ling had just begun to crack up when Bob pulled the other end toward him with all of his persuasiveness, breaking half of it off inside of his asleep sibling 's pussy. He knew he would not have much more than time left ; a ruth, as this was really becoming enjoyable ! With the potent erection he had retained years, Bob ran to grab the reading desk from the front of the funeral chapel service, returning quickly with it to jade 's remains. He raised the heavy wooden object 2 feet off of the undercoat and brought the radical of it down hard on his cousin 's expressionless face. Again, and again he repeated this motility, for a total of 8 times. In the mental process, the overjoyed cousin managed to bust the corpse 's nose, both eye sockets, and jaw in respective places. Her face now looked as though it contained no bones. The raft of what was once her attractive expression now resembled one of those rubber-base paint masquerade party that one sees on store shelves during Allhallows Eve season. Bob then stood atop her side, thereby damaging her crushed features even more severely, and, bending down, grabbed hold of the corpse 's wig. With one fast pull, he managed to rip nearly of what was in his deal free from his cousin 's scalp, sending him reeling back a bit from the force play of his own social movement.

Bob knew his time was truly running short at this full stop, so he decided to cut further 'foreplay'and proceed to the main event that was to cap off this orgy of desecration : The beheading of trollop 's corpse. Dragging her battered, mistreated form back over to the casket, Bob stood her up and leaned her forward until her head was in the coffin, with her articulatio humeri and the relaxation of her body leaning against the side of meat. Bob stepped up behind the coffin, and, summoning all the force within himself, brought the lid down on hack 's outstretched neck with tremendous strength. He then stepped back around to admire his handiwork. Although she had not been fully decapitated as he had hoped, her neck was clearly broken. The head word dangled slightly to the left as the residual of her signifier continued to lean rigidly against the casket. Using his remaining specialty, Bob pushed the coffin off of its stands from behind, toppling it and slut 's stiff to the floor with a noisy crash. The end result of this natural process was most please to Bob 's middle : Jade was lying on her back in a kind of jackknifed situation, with her stiff, bed covering legs raised eminent into the air. The fallen casket was laying atop her fountainhead and breast field. estimable of all, her naked, scorched cunt was upset, making it clearly seeable to all who would walk through the funeral chapel service 's threshold that evening.

Sis looked better than ever before, Bob thought to himself as he admired the spectacle he had created. Just then, the proud full cousin heard voice coming from the vestibule. Peeking through the chapel 's archway while crouching down low, Bob caught a glimpse of two young adult female standing in the dim outer room. `` Must be two of her beef friends, '' he thought to himself as he glanced around wildly for an escapism road. `` ass ! '' he whispered, cursing himself for not finding an alternate way out sooner before going so far with slut 's body. Luckily, the panic-stricken full cousin located a nearby back entrance. It was one of those types that could be pushed candid from the inside without a key even when it was locked. Bob sprinted through it in the nick of time, just seconds before the yoke entered the chapel.

As Bob walked briskly across the nearby parking lot, he could hear the howler of horror coming from the funeral habitation just behind him. `` They 've found my surprise, '' he giggled sadistically to himself. How he wished he could have stuck around, just to feature seen the faces of these miserable cunts, who, if they were Jade 's Quaker, were no doubt every bit the scum she was in life. At least this was one funeral service they would never leave !