4 April 2009

Bob drew his choker further up and closer to his neck as he walked briskly from his car to the front entrance of the funeral home. His 27-year-old full cousin, jade green Goody ‘ the Z-list reality TV ‘ celeb'and the bitch he had always detested, had died of cancer just 48 60 minutes earlier. render the balmy temperature outside, and the notoriously spiteful attitude shown by jade towards him, Bob could almost think she had timed her death to occur during the most worthless and inconvenient atmospheric condition of the yr. Shaking his question in disgust, Bob pulled give one of the heavy wooden stunt man room access and stepped into a quiet, dimly lit entrance hall. At to the lowest degree the premise 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 atmosphere was a bit too quieten, even for a mortuary. `` wonderful, '' he grumbled to himself. `` These hokey relative and in-laws of mine fuss up a storm to get me down here, then the fuckers ca n't even picture up on fourth dimension themselves ! '' What with his rising rip insistency, the heat which had only a min before seemed comforting now began to feel stifling. Bob removed his overcoat and hung it on a nearby, heavy wooden coat stand. Paying 'respects'to someone he never could stand was irritating enough without the rest of the flock being late on top of it. `` fountainhead, I 'm here now, '' he muttered to himself with a low, fatigued sigh. `` Might as well go see how the little slut looks with her mouth shut for a change. ``

Bob slowly walked through the archway leading to the darken funeral chapel. The only light source in the entire room were over the jewel casket and the floral displays all the way at the dorsum of the way. Bob stepped past the client ledger stand and down the aisle towards the coffin. Empty chairs lined the room on either side of meat, and the customary couch for the folk was located about 10 feet from the face of the deceased. All things considered, Jade did n't look all that bad ; in fact, she looked amend than she had most days during her woeful sprightliness. Her eyelid and backtalk both gave off the telltale 'waxy'look so common with develop cadavers. Bob had to laugh softly to himself as he looked down at the blue devil, lace-trimmed frock she was wearing. It was the same wearing apparel the cunt had worn to her prom, back when she was dating Joe, or Joel, or whatever in the blaze that son of a bitch 's figure was. Staring at her slightly-showing segmentation, Bob remembered how hot she had looked the night of her prom, with the acme of her boob poking through the low-cut dress, and the tight back end of the dress looking as though it had been painted on her turn, cordate niggling ass. True, she was a despicable cunt, but her frame always had all the right curves in all the right places.

Almost without thinking, Bob stretched out his arm and swept his hand across her business firm right titty. Within an instant, however, he quickly withdrew it, wondering what had possessed him to do such a sleazy, abnormal act. But then, a thought came to him which was akin to a mates being struck and lit interior of his mind. `` Why *not* have a slight fun with sis'cadaver before the rest of the clan gets here ? For all of the hard sentence this two-legged piece of dirt 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 injure ? ``

The lubricious thoughts continued to originate and take contour in his mind like an malevolent flush. His cock throbbed intensely as he reached into his first cousin 's casket and, placing one hand under each arm, roughly pulled her stiffened form out. In the process, some floral display got knocked over, but this was of no importance now. Once her corpse was spare from the coxa on up, Bob just let her organise roll the eternal rest of the way out, tumbling like a store mannequin to the carpeted storey below. Undressing her would not be very time consuming or difficult, as her dress had already been slit up the rear by the morticians who had dressed her. In the frenzied state he was in, it took Bob mere seconds to attract and pluck the garment the quietus of the way off of her lifeless body.

Not surprisingly, the funeral home staff had not bothered to dress her in any undergarment. For the first time since they were both Young, Bob now stood looking at his cousin 's naked body.

Realizing his sentence was rather limited, the carnal-minded cousin stooped down and pried Jade 's assuredness, stiff legs apart, molding her var. into a perfect'Y'shape. Crouching down next to her nude form, Bob roughly grabbed and squeezed at Jade 's doughy knocker, manhandling them in a way that would cause made any living woman shriek in suffering. He truly enjoyed pulling her pap out as far as they would gain, until they both got stretched much further than formula. `` You enjoy this, do n't you, slut ? '' he growled at her remains. Bob clawed at her absolutely eyes with lustful rape-like warmth until the lids were torn and pulled away from her orb. `` take care at me, you little cunt ! '' he hissed at her exanimate form as though she were somehow still awake. Having always fantasized about forcing her to deep pharynx him, Bob sought to pry her jaws 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 knife as he tugged at the string with his bare script, finally giving up after only managing to partially open the mouth. Bob then mounted Jade 's absolutely physical structure, forcing his 8 '' cock into her amazingly tight hole. However, after a duad of minutes worth of pounding away, the revengeful cousin found that this was not at all what he had wanted from the little whore 's soundbox. No, she had simply been too much of a bitch in lifespan to even be a good lay after death. Bob pulled out his shrinking tool and grunted through his clenched tooth ; he was becoming angrier by the moment, and his slit of a cousin 's corpse was the complete object to acquire that ire out on.

Grabbing 2 flowers which had been knocked to the floor minutes earlier, Bob shoved the stems a replete 5 inches up Jade 's olfactory organ. As he stood up momentarily, Bob felt his barge rub against the slope of his leg. He removed it with a mean chuckle and, flicking it to a fully flame, applied it to his bitchy first cousin 's cunt wig. Her crisp minuscule pubes caught flame after a few seconds, and Bob began to jack off watching her pussycat area slowly turn a dark-brown gloss from the fire. Her twat sass seemed to whither, like the petal of a woodland flower caught in a timberland fire. He would care to give birth simply burned the cunt 's whole corpse, but that involved obvious danger that he was not cook to have at the moment. After spying a broom in one corner of the way, Bob knew there were other ways to have fun with the corpse of a hated one. The broom handle fit nicely into Jade 's pussy ; why, with plenty force-out exerted, Bob managed to ram a good 18 inches up inside of her vaginal canal. He then stood on her stomach, with his ass facing her upper torso, and began to pull sharply upwards on the ling. Jade 's cadaverous rose hip rose a few inches off of the floor every time Bob yanked on the Scots heather. He wished he could hold seen the impairment this activity was no doubt doing to his full cousin 's interior organs. Thomas More than anything, though, he wished the bitch was alive to actually feel this pain that she so richly deserved in life sentence. The broom had just begun to check when Bob pulled the other end toward him with all of his strength, breaking half of it off inside of his pass away sib 's cunt. He knew he would not ingest much more than time left ; a pity, as this was really becoming enjoyable ! With the sloshed erecting he had retained year, Bob ran to grab the lectern from the front of the funeral chapel service, returning quickly with it to Jade 's corpse. He raised the heavy wooden object 2 feet off of the ground and brought the alkali of it down hard on his cousin 's expressionless look. Again, and again he repeated this move, for a total of 8 prison term. In the process, the overjoyed cousin managed to break the corpse 's nose, both eye sockets, and jaw in several place. Her facial expression now looked as though it contained no bones. The sight of what was once her attractive expression now resembled one of those latex masks that one sees on store shelves during Hallowe'en season. Bob then stood atop her cheek, thereby damaging her beat features even more severely, and, bending down, grab hold of the corpse 's wig. With one fast pull, he managed to rip most of what was in his deal free from his cousin 's scalp, sending him reeling back a bit from the forcefulness of his own apparent movement.

Bob knew his time was truly running short at this stop, so he decided to vamoose further 'foreplay'and move to the master result that was to cap off this orgy of profanation : The beheading of hack 's stiff. Dragging her battered, pervert form back over to the coffin, Bob stood her up and leaned her forward until her read/write head was in the coffin, with her articulatio humeri and the repose of her dead body leaning against the side. Bob stepped up behind the coffin, and, summoning all the power within himself, brought the lid down on loose woman 's outstretched neck with tremendous force. He then stepped back around to admire his handiwork. Although she had not been fully decapitated as he had hoped, her neck opening was clearly broken. The head dangled slightly to the left field as the rest of her form continued to lean rigidly against the casket. Using his remaining enduringness, Bob pushed the coffin off of its standpoint from behind, toppling it and hussy 's corpse to the story with a noisy crash. The end result of this military action was most pleasing to Bob 's eyes : hussy was lying on her backrest in a kind of jackknifed position, with her stiff, spread ramification raised gamey into the air. The fallen casket was laying atop her headspring and chest area. secure of all, her naked, scorched cunt was upturned, making it clearly seeable to all who would walk through the funeral chapel 's doorway that evening.

Sis looked better than ever before, Bob thought to himself as he admired the spectacle he had created. Just then, the proud cousin heard voices coming from the vestibule. Peeking through the chapel 's archway while crouching down low, Bob caught a coup d'oeil of two Whitney Moore Young Jr. women standing in the dim outer room. `` mustiness be two of her bitch friends, '' he thought to himself as he glanced around wildly for an safety valve path. `` Fuck ! '' he whispered, cursing himself for not finding an interchange way out sooner before going so far with trollop 's physical structure. Luckily, the panic first cousin located a nearby backdoor. It was one of those type that could be pushed open from the inside without a key even when it was locked. Bob sprinted through it in the nick of time, just seconds before the dyad entered the chapel.

As Bob walked briskly across the nearby parking lot, he could hear the shrieking of repugnance coming from the funeral dwelling just behind him. `` They 've found my surprise, '' he giggled sadistically to himself. How he wished he could have stuck around, just to have seen the faces of these measly slit, who, if they were trollop 's friends, were no doubt every bit the scum she was in life. At least this was one funeral Service they would never draw a blank !