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"Dude, look at her. Ain't she beautiful?"
Mitch Ricker beamed with pride as he gazed upon his latest acquisition from the local cemeteries, an almost life size statue of a nude woman. His increasing obsession with funereal objects tended to make his friends somewhat uneasy. However, Mitch was always fun to be with, always doing something outrageous and exciting.
For its size, the statue was remarkably light, requiring little effort on the young men's part to carry it into Mitch's bedroom. Living in the daylight basement of his parents house, Mitch could come and go as he pleased, often not seeing his parents for days at a time. Since they all pursued their own interests, Mitch was pretty much on his own.
"She's a pretty one, Mitch," Bobby Crawford enthused. "Who's grave was this from anyhow?" Mitch had called him and his other friend Johnnie Brody around midnight to help him load the statue in his van. Somehow, he had wrestled it from the confines of the old Perpetual Rest Cemetery at the outskirts of town, but then inexplicably could not lift it.
"Don't know," Mitch replied, wiping the dirt from the statues beautiful carved face with a wet cloth. "I found it lying on it's side in the leaves. It was as if someone had left it there. I figured no one wanted it, so I took it."
The statue was Mitch's largest procurement since he began prowling cemeteries eight months ago, looking for things to steal. His collection of urns, smaller statues, tiny gravestones and other ephemera filled the hollowed-out crawl space adjoining his living quarters. His parents were oblivious to Mitch's offbeat hobby, as he kept the door to the space locked and hidden behind a floor to ceiling poster of a ghoul feeding from a demolished coffin.
The three young men carefully moved the statue into the musty crawl space, the top of its head barely clearing the floor support beams. In the glare of the one dangling light bulb, the statues face glowed, lips curved in a sweet smile. This subtlety was lost on Mitch and his pals as they continued wiping the dirt away, commenting on the statues voluptuous breasts and buttocks, laughing about 'feeling her up' as they worked.
Mitch closed and locked the door, hanging the poster over it once more. He bid his friends goodbye and thanks for their help. His job as a driver for a local courier service left his nights free for his midnight prowls, not to mention horror-themed parties and all-night slasher movie marathons. His long-standing interest in the bizarre and the occult had inexplicably increased in recent months. No movie, web site or video game was too horrific and gory to suit him. Had Mitch's parents paid closer attention to their sons increasingly outré behavior, they would have been genuinely concerned for his mental stability. However, they were blissfully unaware as their offspring descended deeper into a fantasy world of horror and death.
Kathy Hanna, Mitch's last girlfriend, had labeled him a 'weirdo' and left him after he suggested they have sex on a catafalque in the cemetery when the moon was full. She enjoyed partying with and fucking her boyfriend, but this was the last straw. That was five months ago and Mitch's twenty-two year old hormones were raging. It was as if the sculpture called to him from the old cemetery as he drove up in the night. He searched its gloomy confines until he found it half hidden in the fallen leaves. Being of average strength, he marveled at how easily he moved the statue down the path and through the rusted iron gates to his van.
Mitch looked at his desk clock, almost two AM, 'Gotta get up in time for work,' he thought. 'Better wash up and get some sleep'.
Mitch awoke with a start. The moon illuminated his bedroom, shining through the sliding glass doors. He felt a thrill of fear as a shining figure materialized at the foot of his bed. His eyes widened in shock, it was a woman. Not just any woman, it was the statue, pulsing with life and radiating a soft glow not unlike the moonlight shining through the glass., A broad smile crossed its face and Mitch heard a woman's' voice in his head, "It is time, young one, it is time."
He gasped in wonder as his sleeping shirt, then his boxer shorts disappeared, and he felt a chill wind on his naked body. The woman moved toward him, full breasts bobbing, nipples erect, pussy glistening with arousal. Mitch felt his cock throb and stiffen into an almost painful erection, his hips moving with a life of their own. Slowly the woman climbed on the bed and straddled him, her wet pussy brushing the velvet head of his erect member.
Mitch gasped as the woman impaled herself on his stiff cock, her pussy gripping him like a fist in a wet velvet glove. He tried to embrace this mysterious beauty, but his arms would not move. "Not yet," the woman's throaty voice rang in his brain, "not yet, my darling." She leaned forward, dangling her alabaster breasts in Mitch's face, her pale pink nipples brushing his lips. Mitch raised his head and took one in his mouth, sucking on it greedily.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster the woman's hips moved up and down, engulfing then releasing Mitch's rigid cock, bathing it in her slick juices. Her pale pink lips fastened on Mitch's neck, sharp teeth nibbling on the tendons, soft tongue licking the warm skin. Mitch groaned as he rammed his rigid cock into the pale beauty, her long white hair spilling over his face as he filled his mouth with her cool breast flesh.
