CAUTION: This is a story about Necrophilia. If you get grossed out easily, you probably shouldn't read this. It's a story about something pretty disgusting, even to me.
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Nathan Manning was distraught. Carmen, his beautiful and beloved young wife, had slipped in the bathtub, struck her head and drowned, and he and everybody in her large family already missed her terribly. In addition to the loss of his bride of only a few months, he was going to need to spend a lot of money for her memorial services and funeral.
Since the young couple was just starting their married life, and money had been so tight they had decided to delay buying some things they felt they wouldn't need right away. One of those things was life insurance. He couldn't possibly afford the thousands of dollars a decent service and funeral would cost, but he also didn't want the approbation that he would have to endure from her family if he buried her too much on the cheap.
Nathan spoke to a friend who made a suggestion. "I've heard of a brand new mortuary in town, named O'Dell's Funeral Parlor, where they provide good services for low prices. Maybe you should look into them."
"An undertaker named O'Dell? The name sounds familiar for some reason, but I don't know where I might have heard of them. I've been looking at some other places, and they all charge an arm and a leg. Thanks, I'll check out O'Dell's."
With some trepidation, Nathan went to the new establishment and was very pleasantly surprised at how low their prices were and at the friendliness of the owner. The coffin and other items related to internment were at least the same quality as they had been at other establishments, but at half the price. When he showed Myron O'Dell the photo of his late wife, which would be needed for her final preparations, he was even more surprised at the deep discount that was offered to him. It was also gratifying that Carmen's memorial services and burial could be paid for in easy installments. Every other place he had been insisted in cash up front.
Nathan and Mr. O'Dell came to a cordial agreement, shook hands and signed a contract. According to it, the earthly remains of the bereaved man's wife would be picked up that same day from the coroner's office by Mr. Odell's hearse. All due and proper respect would be paid to them, and they would be lovingly prepared for viewing, followed by a dignified memorial service and burial in her family's plot in two days. After the contract had been signed and hands were shaken, Mr. O'Dell smiled, happy in the knowledge that he would be able to help another grieving fellow human being at the time of his need.
He smiled even more that afternoon when he beheld the body of the dead woman after she was brought to his funeral parlor from the city morgue. The full length photograph had shown her to be beautiful and desirable but, when he saw her in person, He was even more infatuated. Myron ordered the truly delectable corpse brought to his well-lighted embalming room and placed on a large marble table, so he could immediately begin working on her remains.
He always kept pillows available, so the dead people left to his care would be comfortable. His employees thought that was a weird idea, but none of them ever made any objection, since they just worked there. On that particular day, they did not work there, at least not on this special subject. Usually, he would have had at least one assistant but, for his initial processing of the charming and curvaceous Carmen, he had to be alone with her. He placed one pillow under the beautiful dead woman's head so her face would be propped up and he would be able to see it; another pillow would be used later.
The first thing he did after everybody else had left the room was lock the door, so nobody would interrupt him when he was doing what had always been his primary reason for choosing his profession. With nobody there who might have disapproved of his activities, the mortician stood beside the table and started to work. When he began, she was still wrapped in a sheet from the coroner, but even that loose cover couldn't hide her gorgeous body. Like a boy unwrapping an expensive Christmas present from his doting grandparents, Myron eagerly removed the sheet and discarded it, leaving the late Carmen Manning lying on his work table in all her glorious nudity.
Almost drooling, and with his cock already stiff in his carnal anticipation, he admired her breasts, which would have been jutting in life, but were still large, even though relaxed into soft mounds. With an attitude that was almost reverent, he held one of the succulent globes in either hand and leaned over to start licking their dark brown nipples. They were cold, of course, from her body having been in the refrigerator at the coroner's office, and soft as cotton balls, but they were exactly what he wanted in a sex partner.
"You are so beautiful, my dear Carmen," he murmured to her, not expecting an answer and not getting one.
Myron continued licking the dead woman's nipples for several minutes, his mouth alternating between them. When the time seemed right, which was something only he could have known, he drew one of the lovely, light brown globes into his mouth and sucked on it. Once again, he switched his mouth back and forth between the luscious orbs, until he decided it was time to go lower on her body. With the utmost gentleness, his mouth licked and nuzzled its way between her succulent breasts and down her belly until he reached her navel, and swirled his tongue in and out.
