In April of 1959 ; I was a high school senior less than 2 month from graduation. I had a job on the second shift at the local textile manufactory and had just recently purchased a newer car to replace my old clunker. My new one was a red '55 Chevy in first-class condition. brain turned when I drove down the street. The car is how I wound up dating Deborah Ann Page ( our pastor 's daughter ). She was attracted to the car a lot more than she was to me. But I did n't beware too much. Deborah really loved that car and since I was on the approved inclination of people she could date ; I was capable to get hold of her out. She really liked the senior pilot of the football game squad, I knew, but her parents did n't let her to date jockstrap. Deborah was also a older who had planned to go to a declamatory university respective hundred knot away in the fall. I pretty much knew that would spell the end of our family relationship but I savored it while it lasted. Deborah was a marvellous girl with leg up to you recognize where with hanker blonde haircloth that had a slight curl on the end. Holding hands, kisses on the lips and hugging her had been the extent of my physical contact lens with her up to now. But I could fantasize of a whole lot more than that.

I had seen Deborah before lunch at school on this Fri and saw that she looked very pale. She had a congenital heart defect, I knew, and took medicinal drug associated with her condition. I talked with her a few hour before the buzzer rang for our following class. We talked about where we would go on our Saturday Nox date. My eyes watched as she strolled to class. She was wearing a pink brusk sleeved jumper, gray pleated skirt and inglorious medium height heels. Ah ; such a picture of loveliness. But about 2:30PM I heard the phone of the ambulance approaching the schooling. At that period I did n't bed who it was coming for. Only after school was out at 3:00PM did I hear that Deborah had collapsed and was taken to the hospital. I rushed over to the hospital and went to the emergency waiting room. Deborah 's father, female parent and grandmother were there waiting. I called my Bos at the mill to tell him I would n't be there today. At about 4PM the Doctor of the Church came out and told the Sir Frederick Handley Page that Deborah 's stipulation was n't improving ; her heart was just giving out. The staff was doing everything they could. Everyone sat there praying for Deborah. I sat there with Deborah 's family thinking why her and why now !

At about 8PM the Dr. came out again. He sat us all down to secern us that Deborah had died a few transactions before ; her spunk had just quit whacking. Everyone began crying and sobbing and I heard the doctor ask Rev varlet which Funeral nursing home would be handling the arrangements. He replied that Thompson 's would be the one. The doctor then left the way. After speaking to the Page 's again ; I started home but I continued to recall about Deborah. Gee ; I would like to have made out with her and felt of all her luscious body. I would never get the opportunity now.

My lust and passion for Deborah burned inside me. I ca n't exactly explicate my actions after that. Something led me to push over to Thompson 's. I saw old Mr. Homer Thompson pulling in with the hearse as I drove by. I knew Deborah 's corpse was in there and perhaps I might sneak a peek at her yet. It was getting close to 9PM as I parked by car out of tidy sum and snuck to the backrest of the funeral home. I caught a glance of Mr. Thompson placing Deborah 's rag covered remains in the mid-right draftsman of the cooler as I looked through on the lowly basement windows behind the shrubbery. I waited a few proceedings and he went up the dance step like he was leaving. Keeping underground, I went around toward the front and watched him come out and go to his house just across the parking lot from the funeral dwelling house. matter were working out so far. I went around to the basement threshold and turned the node. The door was n't even locked. I guess Mr. Count Rumford was n't too concerned about anyone breakage into a funeral home.

I looked around to get oriented and went over to the door on the tank department where I had seen him place Deborah 's sheet-covered corpse. After opening the threshold ; I tentatively pulled the draftsman out and slowly lifted the flat solid. In the dim visible radiation ; I saw Deborah 's pale face with her heart closed. She looked like she was sleeping. My hands pulled the sheet slowly all the way off her and I gazed at her defenseless loveliness. Her long blonde fuzz was arranged so that it covered her bosom on each face. Her helping hand were crossed across her abdomen. My center continued until they were staring at the light Robert Brown flimsy bush of pubic hairsbreadth covering her pussy. Her legs looked even longer now that she was nude. I could palpate the electronic organ in my drawers start to stiffen as I moved the hair off her breasts and gently touched them. They felt common cold but in force to the tactual sensation. My hands continued down until I was touching her George Herbert Walker Bush. My dick felt like it was going to explode as I patted and rubbed the subdued entryway to her muliebrity. Now I rubbed each cold dead shapely thigh. It was at this distributor point I decided that I had to make one more date with Deborah. I had to give birth her. I was n't going to let the fact that she was stagnant get in the way. I had to know what it was light to fuck her luscious body.

I looked around and found the bag with the wearing apparel that Deborah had been wearing when she collapsed. Dumping the contents of the bag out on the counter, I saw her T. H. White panties in the raft. I put the crotch of them to my nose and inhaled the odour. It was sort of a sweet slightly fishy odour which was very erotic to me. The step-in went in my scoop. Next I picked up her bra ; looked it over and put it back in the bag. Was n't going to deal with putting it on her. I rolled Deborah 's dead body over on the tray and hooked the white garter belt around her and then rolled her sheer nylon stocking up her long luscious legs and hooked them social movement and back into the supporter. side by side I sat her up and placed the sweater over her psyche and branch and pulled it down. I pulled the gray skirt over her ft and legs and then lifted her shapely hips to get it into billet and push and zip it. lowest but not least I placed the black heels on her lovely feet. Deborah was properly dressed for our last date.

I picked Deborah 's sweet lovely body up gently and headed to the door and opened it and peered out. The coast was enlighten so I head for my car. When I got to the car ; I lay Deborah 's corpse on the tough until got the room access open. Nice hood embellish, I thought ! Picking up her dead body ; I placed it in the midsection of the straw man posterior and arranged her long legs in front of her. I got in and cranked up the car. I arranged her psyche across my decently shoulder and off we went. The midway Drive-in was where we would expend our last day of the month. The radio was tuned to mine and Deborah 's best-loved rock and bowl station and the DJ was spinning some good poppycock by Elvis, Ricky Nelson, The Platters, The floater, and many others too numerous to remember as I drove to the drive-in. My lips began to pick on Deborah 's left wing ear, then kiss her boldness as my right hand caressed her right on breast through the sweater.

Once I arrived at the drive-in, I pulled up in front of the specialise John Wilkes Booth and stopped so that Deborah 's fount was blocked from view. I payed our way and slowly drove to the far corner of the Drive-in and backed up into a touch as far away from everyone else as possible. I rolled the windowpane down to lay the speaker on it and rolled it back. Would n't you know that the s showing of an Elvis moving picture was getting fix to start. He was Deborah 's favored Isaac Merrit Singer. A fitting last escort for her.

I tilted her head so I could kiss her cold slightly parted back talk. After a few minutes of kissing ; I began to massage her titty through her sweater and slowly pulled it up to reveal them. My hands caressed her cold dead nipple and I kissed and sucked on the teat. My peter was getting uncomfortable in my pants so I let it out and clamped Deborah 's stiffening finger around my erect rod. Time to move on to early matter. Reaching the seat releases ; I unlatched them and lowered the front man seat spinning top against the bottom of the big back butt of the Chevy. I crawled in back and pulled Deborah 's remains into the back tooshie.

After arranging her adorable body so that she was halfway sitting up in the corner ; I slowly slip her retentive dame up to her waistline revealing Sir Thomas More of her shapely stock up clad legs as I went. Her virginal youth snatch was now in view. I spread her branch astray apart and positioned my brass to experience a close look at it. My lips began to kiss the soft hair covering it and I then worked my spit into the possibility and began to lick the inside of her pussy backtalk. scrumptious ! It smelled sweet and pissy at the Same time but turned me on. My hard tongue licked and probed with a fervor. I now had Deborah 's pussy spread head as wide apart as it would go and my tongue was as mysterious as I could get it.

My rod was fully put up and pre-cum was leaking from it. I had to bury my rod in her dead cunt. I got up between her wooden leg and positioned my hawkshaw at the entrance to her love hole. I made a twain of jab that missed but on the 3rd the head went inside her tight pickle and stopped. Her pair of virginals cunt was so tight it was hurting me but I continued to slowly inch my way in until I was against her hymen. It took several hard driving force to eliminate that obstacle and now I was hitting bottom. Now I could get down to some dangerous fucking. I could n't conceive I was having sex with Deborah. Something that would throw probably never ever happened was she not dead. I began to slowly slash all the way and then almost all the way out and fell into a rhythm. Gosh, her snatch was thoroughly and something of mine was feeling secure all the clip. I glanced at Deborah 's typeface as I pumped her. She was so beautiful ; such flawless skin. I now began to earn that I could n't hold back much longer. Deborah 's corpse was going to get a wide lode of my cum. As I felt my coming coming ; I rammed my putz as hard and thick into Deborah as I could. I could feel wave after undulation of pleasure as my dick continued to inject her twat full of my hot sticky cum. Finally spent ; I collapsed on top of her and lovingly kissed her lips and rubbed her coolheaded mamilla with my fingers.

But all good things must get along to an end. I had to get Deborah 's stiff back to the Funeral Home before Mr. Thompson discovered it missing. I rolled off and pull my trouser back in stead and zipped my jeans. I now concentrated on Deborah. I took my hankey out of my air pocket and wiped off the cum that was leaking out of her dead cunt. I wadded the hankie up and inserted it as far inside as I could to go along any more from leaking out. Before pulling her sweater into office ; I passionately kissed her pap. Now I pulled her skirt back in blank space. I had to get her back into the front seat ! It was n't too well-heeled but I managed to get her leggy corpse back up front so the spinal column of the front man seats could be latched be back into the up military position. Once they were latched ; I climbed over the top and sat Deborah up in the middle of the seat beside me. I rolled down the window and replaced the talker and rolled up the window. I held Deborah close as I started the engine and moved toward the exit. Easing the Chevy out onto the road ; I headed back to Count Rumford 's funeral home as close to the speed limit as I could. Would n't be too well-situated to explain this situation if I was stopped by a cop for speeding.

When I reached the Funeral domicile ; I pulled in where I had parked earlier and went around and got Deborah out and carried her to the cellar entree. I did n't see anyone so I opened the door and carried her in and placed her on a sword table. Pulling on the handle ; I opened the drawer I had took her from. Now to get her undressed. First the place were removed and placed in the bag where I had left her bra. Now I lifted Deborah 's head and removed her perspirer. I caressed her business firm breasts before I moved on to her chick. After unbuttoning and unzipping it ; I pulled it down over her shapely hips and off over her long stocking clad legs and feet and placed it in the bag. My hired man unsnapped the stockings from garters and removed the supporter belt and placed it in the bag. Her thighs felt commodity to my sense of touch as I rolled the sheer stockings down her legs and off her pretty understructure. Deborah was naked again.

I picked her up and placed her back in the drawer tray. I pulled my cum soaked hanky from her pussy and put it in my pocket. Before covering Deborah up ; I gave her pale lips a last passionate kiss. I would always recollect our end day of the month. Once she was covered ; I closed the cooler drawer. I remembered that I still had her pantie in my scoop and returned them to the bag. Suddenly I heard a noise upstairs and I quickly ran to the rear door, opened it and ran to where I had hidden my car. My pith was pounding when I reached it and I sat for a minute before starting it. When I got home my parents were waiting and wondering where in the h I had been all Nox. Sure they knew Deborah had died but where had I been ? I apologized and made up a story about how overwrought I had been in conclusion evening. I told them I had gone to the lake to think. That appeared to get me off the draw at least for now.

I ate a little breakfast and took a nap. When I got up my mother told me that Deborah 's receiving of friends would be that Nox from7 until 9. I was dreading going for several reasons but there was no way out of it. Along with my parents ; I made my way to the Funeral Home a niggling before 7. Mr. Thompson greeted us and gave me a somewhat foreign flavor. He knew what I had done ? ? I walked up to Deborah 's casket and looked at her. The usual thin interlock netting was draped from the casket lid to keep the fly sheet away. She was clothed in her favorite metier blue angel William Ashley Sunday dress and had never looked lovelier. Her recollective blonde whisker was arranged over each breast. Such a pin-up body lying in everlasting repose. After a long look ; I consoled the Page 's and sat down on a put. I thought about our `` particular date '' last night and I wondered if Mr. Thompson had reported me to the police. He just had to sleep with it was me.

After the evening ended ; I lay in my bed wondering when they would come and get me. I was still wondering that the next day at the funeral. Such a lovely serving, I shed a few tears there and at the graveside service as Deborah 's coffin was lowered into the land and covered by the soil.

Now it 's been over twoscore old age and I still remember my last particular date with Deborah. The police force never did arrive to get me. What reason did Mr. Count Rumford have for not reporting me ? ? ?