The approximation started in one of her psychology course of instruction, a seminary on homo sex. The prof had discussed asphixia, and how low oxygen levels often caused sexual arousal. Inspite of the danger the professor had mentioned, Jennifer was curious and had to try it. `` Just once '' she told herself.

That afternoon she was alone in her student residence elbow room. She took a charge plate bag from the box of trash can liners she had boughton the way abode and placed it over her head. Then she tied a scarf around her neck opening to take for it in place and lay on her bed to see what would fall out. In a short meter, she began to take a breather faster, a sure star sign that the oxygen was going. trusted enough, she began to feel strongly aroused. Her brests, already house with young, tensed further. Her mammilla felt like soft pebbles beneath her silk blouse as she gentlestroked them with one script. With her former hired man she stroked her vagina which was tightening ecstatically as she approached sexual climax. Her breathing got faster and faster as the oxygen was used up. Her stroking kept time ; faster and faster. The bag sucked against her face with each futile pant for air. Then, just when she felt like she could stand it no longer, the orgasm swept over her like giant wave. At lastly she pulled off the bag and drank in the cool sweet air. Jenny collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted and fullfilled.

She used asphixia for sex often after that. She always found the experience as pleasurable as any technique she had tried, but increasingly she found the experience less fullfilling. It seemed that something was missing to make her pleasure perfective tense and complete.

It was several month before she discovered what was needed to reach nail gratification.

Kathy died in an fortuity at the lake. She and jenny ass had been more aquaintances than close friends, yet jenny still felt a need to pay her respects. jennet arrived at the Funeral Home near the end of the trial sentence listed in Kathy 's obituary. A few the great unwashed stood in the parlor, speeking in hushed quality.

The entrance to the visitation elbow room was hung with laboured curtains of satin and gold brocade. A man in a dour case with a permanent wave reflexion of business organisation stood at the entrance to the room where Kathy lay. As William Le Baron Jenny approached, he parted the curtains and beckoned her to enter. Jennifer stepped through the curtains and, it seemed to her, into a dream. The elbow room was dimmly lit. Along the opposite wall, a row of spotlight illuminated Kathy 's open coffin. The air was large with the honeyed fragrancy of the posy of rose wine and lilies which occupied almost all the available wall space.

Kathy lay as if peacefully asleep. She was dressed in a T. H. White gown of fluid silk that accentuated the gracefull bend of her youthful body. Her long dark hair flowed down over her shoulder joint and lay at the sides of her perfect knocker. The white silk of her burial night-robe, draped over those gross breasts, left just enough to the imagination to be truly lovely and desirable. Her folded hands held a single perfect white lily. The reflection on Kathy 's font was one of arrant peace and contentment.

jennet gazed at Kathy 's beautiful numb soundbox and found herself wishing that she were lying there in that perfect rest. She imagined the satin casket lining close all around and the white silk burial gown draped over her own Whitney Young body. The cerebration aroused her like null since the experiments with asphyxia.

Looking around, she saw she was alone. She reached out and gently touched Kathy 's white meat. They felt cool and firm beneath the fluid silk. Then, almost involuntarily at first, she began to stroke her own breasts and began to she-bop. She imagined that she was the one in the casket instead of Kathy. She imagined lying in darkness, surrounded by smooth cool satin as the earth was falling on her tomb. This metre the coming came slowly, rising from her crotch up through her breasts, then carrying her away as on a patrician but irresistable stream that went on, and on and on. After the orgasm, she stood for a few minute and collected her thoughs. She realized that it was not Kathy 's utterly body that had aroused her. It was the idea of being laid out like Kathy that she found exciting. The opinion of the fluid silk burying gown draped over her firm breasts and the chill liquid satin of the coffin close all around she found to be strangely and powerfully titillating.

Jenny had n't planned on attending Kathy 's funeral the next day, but she found the drawing card too unassailable to continue away. As she watched Kathy 's casket being carried into the church, she imagined herself lying within, feeling the gentle swaying as the pallbearer stepped in prison term to the processional music. In her mind, she substituted her own epithet for Kathy 's each metre it was mentioned in the inspection and repair and the erotic feelings began to rise. It was all she could do to deflect starting to she-bop in the church as she imagined herself being carried from the church service and placed in the hearse. At the cemetary, as she watched Kathy 's blossom covered coffin being lowered into the grave, she closed her center and imagined being in the casket. She was being lowered slowly down. The sweet fragrance of efflorescence mixed with the fusty odor of globe. Then the earth was falling on the casket, her casket. She was being buried. The air was going, going, gone. Without any stroking the sexual climax swept over her.

Jenny knew what she wanted. She understood what was required to attain perfection. Asphixia alone lacked completeness, elegance, decisiveness. Jenny now knew how to accomplish them, but the design would command patience and a bit of luck.

Two weeks later the first pace in her design fell into stead. The notice she had waited for appeared on the problem control panel at the financial aid office. A local funeral house needed a night attendant. Jenny applied for and got the job.

Her job was to repulse the utility van to the hospital to collect bodies. She was require to be on outcry at the funeral plate from 6:00 in the evening to 7:00 the following morning. When she did n't have to make a run, She was give up to do what she wanted. The funeral director warned her that premature employees had left out of tedium. Jenny was n't worried.

As soon as she had been left alone on her first night of workplace Jenny set out to explore. She quickly found the display room full of caskets. With a little more exploration she found the stowage where the entombment gowns where kept. From then on she spent much of her free time dressed in a burying robe, lying in a coffin imagining her own funeral. Sometimes her erotic attractive force would take hold and she would stroke her breasts and clitoris until she the orgasm came. former times she would just lie quietly, feeling perfectly contented.

It was six months before the next step fell into place. Through the translucent plastic Jennifer could see the woman 's naked body as the hospital orderlies loaded her into the van. The records identified her as a 22 year old female who had died from accidental carbon monoxide poisoning. Her epithet was Jennifer Bates.

Jenny could hardly believe it. After all the waiting it was finally clock time to complete her plan. She could not sleep that evening or eat the adjacent day she was so choke. Out of town services would ruin the plan. Open casket services would give her away. trunk donation or cremation could also force her to wait for another namesake ( how long ? six months two year ? there was no way to tell ) The following evening she checked the case file. The trial would be the follow good afternoon and eve. The home had specified a closed coffin funeral in a local anesthetic church with burial to accompany. Yes ! It was a dream coming true. William Le Baron Jenny could hardly believe her good fortune.

The following evening she had two pick-ups to pass water. It was just as well. jenny doubted that she could have slept anyway. It was 3 in the morning before she had the lastly client safely tucked away in the cooler. She was exhausted, but thought to herself, `` Just a little more, then heaven ! ``

She rolled one of the gurneys down to trial way where the other Jenny lay. The Patrick White coffin had been closed and the bloom removed in preparation for shipping to the church service in the morning. jenny opened the casket and looked at the young woman within for the first fourth dimension since she had rolled her, wrapped in a plastic body bag, into the body storage room. Just like Kathy, she seemed to be peacefully assleep. Her face showed the same expression of almost devine contentment as Kathy 's had. Jenny thought that it seemed a shame to disturb her, but she knew that it was the exclusively way and that she was beyond caring.

As gently as she could she lifted her body onto the gurney and rolled her to the store room. There, she placed her on one of the back shelf and covered her with a stack of nimiety body bags. She would be found in a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr., but by then Jennifer would be well beyond anyones reach.

Jennifer following went to the garment room and ***********ed a Edward White silk dress from the stand of entombment gowns. She removed her own clothing and put on the wearing apparel. From the shoe single-foot she ***********ed a brace of white-hot satin slippers and slip them on. She took her own material and added them to a bag of clothing removed from `` clients '' in the consistency preparation way. Thus arrayed, Jenny returned to the tribulation room where the casket she would claim as her own lay open and evacuate, like a well made and welcomed bed. Jennifer removed and discarded some portions of the rubber gasket that would make the casket air tight. Then, with only a second 's faltering, she climbed in, lay down, and pulled closed the lid.

Jenny had not slept significantly in three days. Now, in this narrow satin bed, she suddenly felt perfectly prophylactic and relaxed. In a few min she was sound asleep.

Jenny was awakened by a jolt. It took her a bit to remember where she was. Thin ray of lighting penetrted the gaps where she had removed piece of the sealing gasket and dimmly illuminated the satin jewel casket lining close about on all sides. She was being moved. From the sound she could guess where she was. First to the elevator, then down one floor to the garage. She was being lifted into the hearse for the head trip to the church building. She heard the backdoor close, then the device driver 's door openned and closed, and the engine started. No turning back now she thought.

The tripper to the church building required only a few bit. She began to sense the erotic joy upgrade as the door openned and she felt herself being lifted out. There was a dull rhythmic swaying as the pallbearers carried her into the church. It was just as she had imagined it during Kathy 's funeral so many months ago. She heard quiet sobbs from some as she was carried up the aisle to the bier. She was lifted slightly then set down. The light dimmed as the winding-sheet was spread over her casket. The sweet aroma of flowers quickly filled the jewel casket. She lay quietly, dreamily, listening to the beautiful funeral euphony and the Good Book of the funeral military service. This clock time she did n't need to imagine her public figure in place of someone ALT. Her figure was there. It was her own funeral, and she was here, listening to it all ! The smasher and admiration of it filled her with a joy such as she had never known before. As her sexual feelings intensified, she began to massage her chest without thinking. They felt so firm and perfect beneath her silk surgical gown. It took a concentrated effort to stop before she climaxed. `` No '' she thought, `` the consummate time is not yet ''.

How long did this last ? Logically she knew that funerals lasted about 45 min or an minute. But in her dreamy drifting she lost all sentiency of prison term. Before she knew it she was being carried again. The same rhythmic swaying, only this time the music grew fainter as she was carried out of the Christian church and placed in the hearse for the trip to the cemetery. The trip to the necropolis was not much thirster than the slip from the funeral home to the church service. In seemed only a curtly time before the hearse came to a blockage, the buttocks threshold was opened, and she again felt herself being lifted and carried, and then set down.

It was almost done. Her exitement grew as the brief grave-side service was completed. At last she heard the priest 's words `` We now commit Jennifer 's consistency to the earth - ash tree to ash tree, Dust to junk '' Again, she had to struggle the urge to masturbate.

She felt herself being lowered, slowly, into the poise musty earth. For a while all was quiet. Then she heard the the outset rattle and thud of earth falling on the casket lid. One after another the shovels of worldly concern fell, soon they blocked the little light that had penetrated the casket. Then they grew gradually fainter as the earth filled her grave, sealling her fate and assuring her final exam ecstasy.

It did n't take long. Her ventilation got faster and faster as the air in the jewel casket was quickly used up. With each breather her delight and arousal grew. Jenny knew she was dying, and the thought filled her with hug drug. She was gasping for air now. Her marrow was pounding. Her feeling of arrousal had been rising all day. Now, in final here and now of life, she let the orgasm sweep over her until her whole body convulsed with pure heavenly rapture. Again and again the pleasure came swing over her ; the devine convulsions sweeping upon her one after another as fasting as her racing breaths.

Then it was done. Jenny held a terminal odorous breath and felt a perfect calm enfold her. She gently ran her hands over her silk burying gown and then folded her hands over her breasts. Slowly she let the air safety valve and smiled contentedly as she thought `` at last ! I 'm suddenly ! ``

As Jenny had guessed, it was a few twenty-four hours before the mortician discovered the `` misplaced '' body. Inorder to castigate the error, the grave was excavated and William Le Baron Jenny was discovered. The banker's bill she had placed with the other jenny ass 's soundbox explained all, and the funeral undertaker was cleared of all amiss doing. None-the-less, Jenny 's family had a different funeral home handle the arrangements for her `` proper '' funeral. Three days after she was found William Le Baron Jenny lay in her own open casket in the funeral home, dressed for burial, surrounded by flowers.

Karen could not help but point out the smile of devine contentment on jennet 's face as she gazed at her body laid out in the jewel casket. Karen found herself imagining that she, not jenny, was lying there, dressed in clean silk, surrounded by mellisonant prime. She found the view filled her with erotic pleasance. She was alone in the room. Imagining her own funeral, she began to masturbate ...

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