From: anon-bounces@deuxpi.ca   
      
   I stood there for the longest time, drinking in her beauty. Even with   
   her eyes closed, lying in a coffin, she was the most beautiful girl in   
   the world to me. I felt this huge lose, the world had lost a bit of   
   beauty that it would never be able to get back.   
      
   I touched her lips with my fingers, rubbing them back and forth from   
   corner to corner, wishing that they had kissed me when they were alive.   
   What a waste I thought, what a terrible waste.   
      
   Then a strange thought popped into my head. I had this crazy urge to   
   kiss her goodbye. As the idea formed in my mind it was turned into   
   action, yes I was going to kiss a dead girl. She might have rejected me   
   in life, but now she would have to accept my love, there was nothing she   
   could do about it now -- was there?   
      
   I grabbed the step stool and climbed up and leaned over the silk lined   
   coffin. They had expertly made up her face, the eyeshadow looked just   
   like she used to wear, and her lips were covered with just the right   
   shade of lipstick.   
      
   I looked into her lovely face for a long time. I was only inches away   
   from her, closer than I'd ever been before. Lovingly I touched her lips   
   to mine, then pulled away to look at her face again. I could taste the   
   lipstick, I wanted to sink into her to become one with my Christine, I   
   loved her. I pressed my lips tighter to hers and moved my head mashing   
   our lips together like a passionate lover.   
      
   She lay there and accepted my kisses. Then wanting to get closer I   
   climbed into the coffin with her, I couldn't help myself. There wasn't   
   enough room for two of us so I lay on top of her. I was hard now,   
   painfully so. My heart was pounding a mile a minute and I could feel   
   that familiar wetness of pre-come in my underwear.   
      
   I kissed her lips harder and smeared her lipstick as I lustfully smashed   
   our lips together. I pushed my tongue through her unresisting lips to   
   run it along her per- fect teeth. God I loved her so.   
      
   After a bit, knowing that if I was caught something terrible would   
   happen to me, I pushed a hand up under Christine's sweater. My heart   
   stopped as I realized that the mortician hadn't put a bra on her. I   
   guessed they didn't think she'd care. Immediately I shoved my other hand   
   up her short cheerleader skirt and was re- warded with the feel of pubic   
   hair flowing through my fingers.   
      
   I honestly had only wanted to kiss my fantasy lover goodbye, but now I   
   had to do more. As I unzipped my pants and shoved them down my thighs I   
   wondered if Christine had ever had sex with a guy in life. Well either   
   way, I wouldn't let her go to her grave without experiencing it at least   
   once.   
      
   I was a sloppy mess, pre-come squishing everywhere as I pulled my   
   painful rigid cock out into the cool morgue air-conditioned room.   
   Fumbling between our crotches I position my live pulsing cock at her   
   dead quietly excepting pussy.   
      
   It was strange, really strange, as I pushed my slick dick into her   
   waiting body. I could feel her love tunnel against my cock as I thrust   
   home. The first thrust into my lover was slightly painful, but I didn't   
   care, I was living my fantasy, I was fucking Christine, the most   
   beautiful girl in school.   
      
   As I pulled back out and thrust into her again it was easier, and as I   
   continued to screw Christine I began to slip in and out of her body   
   easily. Lost in my lust for Christine I reached our with both hands and   
   pulled at her thighs until her wonderfully smooth legs rose slightly at   
   the knees, allowing me even better pene- tration.   
      
   I was in heaven, my body was raging, and my heart was thumping so hard   
   that I thought that I could actually hear it. I was sure that if   
   Christine were alive right then, she would be enjoying my frantic   
   lovemaking.   
      
   My minds-eye could actually see Christine underneath my humping body,   
   she was screaming at me to 'fuck her harder' and I did, but I knew that   
   the moment had come, I could feel my seed welling up inside me.   
      
   One last thrust -- I jabbed cruelly into her, holding my cock buried as   
   deeply as I could -- and let go -- pumping my come into her, feeling my   
   cock expand each time I shot another gush into her body.   
      
   Finally I was done and pulled out.   
      
   I knelt over beautiful Christine and wiped my come cover cock along her   
   perfect lips, thinking how beau- tiful she looked lying there with my   
   white come mixed with her bright lipstick.   
      
   As I struggled out of Christine's coffin, I felt com- pletely sated. She   
   had given me the gift of peace, finally letting me have her intimately.   
   And I had given her my little gift too.   
      
   As I stood on the stool beside her coffin looking down on her wonderful   
   face, the urge struck me to kiss her one last time. I could taste my   
   come on her lips, but I didn't mind, in fact I licked them clean. I'll   
   never forget the taste of my come mixed with her lipstick.   
      
      
   o-O-o   
      
      
   Looking back, I was pretty stupid at seventeen. I know that I was   
   infatuated with Christine, and I know that I was pretty miserable, but   
   you'd think that I would have at least noticed the surveillance camera   
   in the ceiling of the morgue.   
      
   When I had to look at what I did to Christine on the video in court, I   
   couldn't believe how gross it all looked, it hadn't seemed that bad   
   while I was doing it.   
      
   Luckily I was only seventeen, because they can only hold me at the youth   
   farm for another 18 months and frankly I'd rather be fucked by my cell   
   mate George for the next year and a half, than some old crusty inmate at   
   the federal prison.   
      
   I can barley wait to get out of detention, I'm a lot more experienced   
   than I was at seventeen, and this time I'll go for a live female.   
      
   And I won't take no for an answer this time...   
      
   christopherkidwell3@comcast.net   
      
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