The Undertaker

As the elevator door clanged shut, a light appeared under the prep room door. A diminutive brown haired woman swung her legs off the table then pulled the latex skull and wig from her head. Toweling herself off, Nora slipped into a robe. Walking around to work the stiffness out of her body, she began removing the grotesque molded latex incision. The realistic make-up had to be carefully washed, dried, then nested in its case. The "squirrel," or wig that simulated the scalp pushed forward off the skull was carefully brushed and placed in its box. These skimpy articles of illusion would blow the average family's monthly budget into cardiac arrest. She made herself a cup of coffee then began the alteration from autopsied corpse into a princess awaiting her first kiss. Washing off their pee never crossed her mind. * Upstairs, the randy cluster snacked on salad, Buffalo wings and assorted finger foods while discussing the technical details of why hot pee on cold skin burned to the touch. Penny specifically wanted to know how dangerous sex with a corpse really was. Only Anna herself suspected the repressed animus behind the innocent sounding question, for Penny showed an inclination toward scatological sex play, far beyond the envelope of imaginative sensual women. Anna doubted if she realized her own predilections. Joe certainly didn't; she lovingly saw him as a gangling Newfoundland puppy playing with a case of dynamite in a room full of blasting caps.

Anna strongly recommended she shy away from intercourse with corpses; Sean trumpeted the ecstatic feeling of a boiling prick sheathed to the balls in a cold cunt. "Remember," he said, "I said cold, not some waterlogged pussy you just dragged out of a fuckin' grave." He went on to praise the smaller rearward passage. "Once you shoot your jizz up the ass, it'll seep out like an enema, sometimes bringing along shit. When I've squashed that mix around, I've cum so hard I fainted."

"Joe has never put more than two fingers up there. When I squeeze, I push them out," said Penny.

"Take a look at how thick your turds are. Most likely it's fatter than his prick. If you can shit it out, Joe can stick his in," explained Kellie. "But there's a technique of getting a prick in you beyond being well fucked, slippery and relaxed. You've got to push as though you were taking a massive shit. That will make it easier for Joe to get in and give you less pain."

"Pain isn't on my menu, Kellie."

"Penny, it's your menu, your restaurant, you're the cook and you own the joint. You make the rules. You're the dom."

"If you do it right, it will only be uncomfortable the first time," said Anna. The others nodded. I felt so full of Paul's dick I couldn't breathe. We had to stop until the feeling went away, then when he started fucking me and I got comfortable up there, just fantastic!

"Why's that?" asked Penny. "It doesn't feel sexy when I have shit in my ass, I just feel like pushing it out."

"'Cause when you're full of cock the membrane between your rectum and cunt stimulates the nerves under your clit. If either of you are rubbing it at the same time, oh my god, it's unbelievably fucking wonderful," added Cynthia

"Two cocks at the same time . . ." whispered Kellie. Both hands in her panties, fingers fucking both holes simultaneously in and out, in and out, she mesmerized Cynthia, Penny and Anna into a group spend. As they recovered from their onanistic delights, they realized that four pair of masculine eyes was appraising their performance. Four upright cocks attested to their successes. Paul suggested they retire to the antique hearse housed in the heated garage. Its grotto assured propinquity as well as comfort for the shedding of spunk.

Drinks refreshed, they made their way in a bawdy assemblage to the theatrically lit dungeon. Crawling into the enormous, dimly lit grotto of the Rolls Royce hearse, they sprawled collectively on the upholstered floor. Dresses rumpled about their thighs showed their mesmeric panty clad Mons (with the exception of Cynthia), woman's divine chasm to ecstasy; pricks were stroked and sucked by solicitous fingers and tongues. Further lubricated by potent martinis along with licentious conversation, the tipsy voluptuaries dallied together while Paul and Anna regaled them with tales of outrageous couplings that had taken place in their infamous eight-foot bungalow.

Paul's storytelling, while entertaining, had competition. Penny and Joe were engrossed in the sexual adventures displayed in front of them. Cynthia brought Ray off so violently his spunk dampened his wife's skirt. Not noticing, Kellie held Sean's finger firmly in her asshole pushing and straining to satisfy their letch. Soon, a sticky grape-sized morsel of poop peeked out. He spread it around her asshole and cheeks to their enjoyment. Ray and Cynthia wiped their hands on each other's clothes then happily nestled together. Kellie scrubbed her panties over the mess in her ass. The colorful muddle felt better to her touch, so the pull-up was promptly pulled off.

After Anna's second fuck of the evening, her shimmering panties caught Penny's eye. She wondered if her black bikinis and wet thighs were as exciting to her when she noticed a small orange light blinking on the desk across the room. A customer! God, doing business looking and smelling like this? Out of the question. * Nora finished her mug of java and looked critically around the room. She studied her face in the mirror; stiff, styled hair, orangey beige skin with lighter highlights around her eyes plus vibrant red lipstick outlining a voluptuous mouth. Nora looked very dead. A great chef or blackjack dealer can take a pedestrian experience then turn it into a memorable one. Anyone can be a corpse, but Nora was a master at the craft of deadweight, a balance of stiffness and flaccidity. Furthermore, she knew how to make skin feel lifeless: embalmer's foundation unguent, giving a stable, dry surface to mold and paint.

Depending on the level of realism, the stage setting for a "dead sex" scene may cost thousands of dollars (not including an actual cadaver), at the same time creating a hazardous environment for all who participate. Tonight, though, just a free fuck for old friends to initiate a new couple to the game; Nora could handle them all with aplomb. Just before climbing into the coffin, she clystered a tube of brown emulsion up her ass and squeezed a small cylinder of yellow-green paste into her vagina. Then, she pressed the intercom button.

Anna left Paul's embrace to walk over to the console. She listened for a moment then returned to the hearse and announced: "Ladies and gentlemen, please make yourselves presentable, we have business to attend to." Even after their rumpled clothes were tucked in and smoothed, the word 'presentable' didn't come to mind. Nevertheless, Anna hustled her brood away from their untidy nest into the real world.

Penny realized how disheveled she looked, but really didn't care. Joe had never been as horny and turned on by her as he was tonight. Kellie Oliver, with her aristocratic mien, had spread her long legs grunting and straining like a constipated horse. Everyone's crotch was stained and damp, the miasma of the toilet hung around them like a pall. Penny wondered if their visit to Never-Never Land could last forever, never thinking of her boss, Dr. Hull, at all.

On the walk to the viewing room, Paul, Ray and Sean discussed Penny's acceptance of the mutilated corpse in the prep room. "Theater, I think she knew it from the get go," Ray opined.

"Agreed, Joe probably told her what to expect," added Sean.

"Hell, if he's into it, he wants her into it," said Ray. "Shit, even after puking the chicken wings on her shoes, she had her tits hanging right out there . . . nothing shy about that little bitch."

"I know Joe from way back," said Paul. "Actually, he isn't into dead sex like you guys. He wants Penny to be as comfortable with her kinks as she is with her brains. Works both ways for them. It's all good, man."

"Think he'll end up fuckin' Nora like the rest of us?" asked Ray.

"I'm going to let those two call that one, dude. But from the way this introduction is going, I wouldn't be surprised. Penny realizes Vegas is like a party line compared to how private this shit is. I'm not concerned about her at all."

"I hope she at least plays with Nora. Will her snatch be cold tonight?" asked Sean.

"Well, chilly anyhow. No dry ice for a freebee, who knows with Nora? But if she squeezes her tits or even better, gropes her, uh, uh, uh."

Anna walked beside Penny and Joe on their way to the showing room wondering how much she should give away about the despoiling of a prepared corpse. "Are you ready to get randy, Penny?"

"Yeah, I'll be with Joe. You know babe, deep down you're so conservative it's unbelievable."

"Stand back when you turn me on, little girl," he grinned.

"A lot like Paul and me. If we do any fucking, it's because those crazy bastards are doing such outrageous shit. They are so slimed up you can't tell what is make-up and what's them."

"I really like Kellie and Ray," I wonder what ever got them into this stuff?" asked Joe.

"A cheap apartment with thin walls," laughed Anna. Anyway, they learned to make out quietly, then expanded into every silent kink they could come up with. Oh, by the way Joe, Cynthia might give you and Penny a fumble, you guys okay with that?"

"Not a problem with me. How about you, hon?"

"Already happened, I grabbed right back. Where did those two go?"

"Don't know if you saw, but Sean got her ass shitty. Cynthia might be giving her a wash."

"I'm pretty messy too Joe, how 'bout you?"

"I'm just sticky with cum, but I really have to pee. Let's stop in the bathroom and get comfortable."

Inside the bathroom, each purified the other with chilly water, then urinated together into a commode. Penny leaned back against the toilet, then opened her legs for Joe to diddle her clitoris until she spent into his mouth. Only then did he lift her up, drew her black panties over her foaming cunt and smoothed her dress over her hips to cover her legs.

They rejoined the mourners inside the small, dimly lit viewing room. Everyone caught their breath as they saw the impeccably arranged body of Nora lying in state. Her eyes were sealed shut, the mouth set in a little smile, a joke only she understood but gave a healthy aspect to her face. Breasts had been shaped into alluring orbs barely covered by a blouse. Her whole body was visible as she reposed on a linen covered mattress; a mien of exaggerated death bounded her.

Penny and Joe stood aside to watch the ragged procession file around the coffins. In another age, torches and votive candles would have provided the muted light, with devotees in cowled robes skulking about the crypt. They felt intimidated by the sinister ritual as the others, even gentle Anna, became rapacious with lust, leaning over the body to root under the clothes, fiercely dragging its plump tits from their resting place. Sean roughly dug between its legs, stuffing the dress into the flaccid sex. Ray ran his hands up each leg, pulling the elastic stocking down the thigh. In less than a minute, the cadaver was violently pushed up on a hip. The interment garments hung from her stiffened frame like tattered flags. Perhaps this exhibition of helplessness and degradation inspired them to humiliate the body further by inundating it with urine.

Anna hiked her dress and clambered onto the coffin to relieve herself on Nora's hair. She balanced herself on Penny's shoulder while Joe's bride-to-be shampooed each tress of hair with Anna's piss. She was peed on as much as Nora's hair, as she held the brown locks beneath Anna's cascade. The pair looked so winsome that Cynthia and Kellie straddled the casket as well. Face to face, each supported themselves with a hand on the other's shoulder, held out their skirts to piss forcefully over Nora's midriff and thighs.

Because of Sean's earlier bowel stimulation, Kellie amazed herself by producing a squishy load mid-piss. Her ensuing orgasm made her weak; moreover, as she sagged to her knees the yielding mess pulped forward and roofed her cunt. Ray helped her down, led her to a chair and guided her onto his lap. Kellie pulled the panty crotch aside to slide her husband's member into the carpet of shit. Their furious squirming covered his ass and balls in that most voluptuous of lubricants. Shitty thighs encased in underwear now became the predilection of this dignified elderly couple.

Joe realized he smelled and tasted Anna's pee on Penny's neck, cheeks, and breasts. Before she knew it, Joe laid her back in the empty coffin with his cock dancing from hole to hole until Penny crammed it into her cunt. Twenty ferocious seconds of fucking produced an astounding amount of cum, eventually puddling and drying in her black dress. She never washed that article again; Anna treated it as a shrine.

As the corpse despoilers shot their fuck into and over each other, Nora, Sean and Cynthia enjoyed a three-way as old friends may. Sean climbed into the sodden casket and lay on his back while Nora rode him, spraying slime and goop from her asshole and cunt as he pistoned into her. Cynthia straddled his face, guiding her husband's prick into Nora's slimy holes, fingering any unused aperture; Sean sucked his wife's juicy naked cunt grinding into his face. Then they switched positions, Sean into his wife while Nora plunged her fingers into their fundaments.

Paul and Anna, always the observers and guides, took stock of the writhing couples. Opening the Velcro slit in Anna's long damp dress, he entered her gaping pussy from the rear while reaching around her slender waist, teasing her nipples and clit.

Each couple regained their breath, soaked in spunk, enjoying the beautiful death that only great excess brings. After an hour of fondling and murmuring, they carefully removed their dirty, cooling clothes and hung them on a rack to set aside as souvenirs of this initiation.

Nakedness is the perfect clothing for lovers. Penises and boobs jiggled together as they made their way to the prep room shower. The area was thoughtfully equipped with six nozzles so all could wash the drying effluvia of sex off their bodies at once.

They dried each other off in the most lascivious ways possible then retired to the living room for drinks, eventually dressing. Seeing each other in respectable attire was shocking. Nora, a bit sore in spots, formally renewed her acquaintanceship with her old friends off-stage, as it were. Paul knelt in front of Anna, then opened her robe to gaze at her clean skivvy underpants. It took some time before the erotic visions faded and the players assumed the manners of gracious gentry.

At one o'clock in the morning Joe and Penny unlocked his apartment door and sagged inside. They were drained emotionally as well as physically. He undressed and tucked her into bed as though she were a little girl. Through an alcoholic buzz, Penny gave him a look that bode only good things for their future erotic adventures, then succumbed to sleep.

They slept like spoons, her bottom pressed into his crotch. One plastic candle watched over them, flickering through their dreams. Come morning, its battery was exhausted.