Necrophilia anyone?

I have tried necrophilia and it was very good

In the early 1990’s Out of college in Los Angeles, I wanted to go into cosmetology and start my own beauty salon one day.
I had two different family members who did the same thing, my aunt and grandmother so I knew the business well, but my plans sort of got derailed a bit. I got pregnant and was a single mom.
I lived with my parents still. I still had the dream of owning a salon but my immediate plans shifted from saving some money for me and my daughter to move out. My parents said we could stay there as long as we wanted but at 27 with a 4 year old, I felt I needed to make my own way.
I looked into some cosmetologist jobs and the ones that were available didn’t pay much at all.
I had one of my friends tell me about her brother’s job at a mortuary and he said that they were hiring for a mortuary cosmetologist. It was paying $55,000 to start plus benefits. I had my cosmo license but some mortuaries also require a mortuary science degree, but I didn’t have that. Yet still I applied and interviewed and got the job. I would be required to work on deceased men and women in advance of their funeral services and viewing. Doing hair, makeup, nails, everything I could to make them look good.
The thing that was perhaps creepiest was that I would have to do my work at night alone. The mortuary I worked at was and still is one of the biggest in L.A. They would have an average of 5 of 6 bodies every night 5 nights a week, and I’d have to have them ready for them ready for their services the next day. It worked out good for me because I could do my work at night while my parents watched my daughter then I could go home in the morning get some sleep and then spend time with my daughter. Most people would be creeped out by my job but it paid well and I was not squeamish. As a teen I was a goth and into morbid stuff. It really just didn’t creep me out. I worked there for a month and got right into the hang of it. Everything was going smoothly and I had been doing well. On a Thursday night after my last case of the night I noticed a body that had been brought in that night. a 40 year old man named Bill he had died from an aneurism. He was a big beefy bear of a man. Very hairy and unkempt beard and moustache. I knew once he was ready and they were done with him, I’d probably work on him, most likely the next night. Id need to trim I went to work and clean him up. I looked down and saw the sheet that was covering him was standing straight up. I knew he had an erection. I had heard that happened sometimes but it was my first time seeing it. I remember laughing a little and making a joke saying “Bill do I turn you on that much?”
I tried to ignore it but I couldn’t and I eventually looked under the sheet and saw the biggest fattest hard cock I had ever seen. I said out loud wow what a waste. I was about to leave for the night but I kept thinking about his big dick. I pulled the sheet down and it looked like a normal hard on. He was a little but pale but other than that he looked like a guy that was about to get laid. I felt my pussy tingle a little bit. I hadn’t had sex in months and I was so fucking horny but I felt like a perverted slut for even being turned on. But I couldn’t resist. I wanted to feel his dick so I grabbed it. It was weird, it felt big and hard really hard but almost plastic like a dildo. I stoked it a couple times and it felt normal but I stopped out of shame. But my pussy was dripping. I couldn’t help myself. I kept jerking him and obviously he didn’t move or cum. He felt like a mannequin. Then I put my face down on him and took his cock in my mouth. It felt like any other dick I had sucked before but fake. Its hard to describe, and he was much bigger and harder than any dick I ever had. Without even thinking about it I put my hand down my pants and rubbed my pussy. The thought came into my mind what would it feel like to fuck him and when I thought that rather than be turned off or grossed out I got even more wetter. I made the decision that I wanted to try and I was instantly excited sort of like the excitement you have when you are having sex with a new partner. I was at the same time saying to myself how wrong it was. I also thought to myself what are the chances that they have cameras here in the area I was in. How would I ever explain fucking a dead guy? Plus it was a crime. I didn’t care at that point I was so turned on. I got undressed and climbed up on the table and on top of him and I sank down on his cock. As soon as his cock was inside me I had an orgasm. It was intense but I didn’t want to stop and I wasn’t having second thoughts. I rode him hard for several minutes my tits bounced wildly I was in a frenzy. Once again I came on his cock. It was like riding a dildo it just stayed hard no matter what. I finally had a 3rd orgasm and slid off. My pussy juices dripped out onto his cock and I put my mouth on his shaft and cleaned his dick off. I was so hot and sweaty and turned on. I cleaned myself up and cleaned Bill up, and locked up and left for the night. I got home and got in bed and thought about what I had done and got so turned on again that I began to finger myself to another orgasm. I had ZERO regrets and ZERO guilt. The next night I went into work.
In the back of my mind I was expecting to be confronted by my boss that he would be calling the cops that he had caught me fucking one of the bodies. But he didn’t, it was a normal night. Sure enough, Bill was one of the bodies I had to work on that night. The guys had done their work that day and he was ready for a service over the weekend. His hardon was gone. I did his hair, trimmed his beard and looked under the sheet at his cock. It was completely soft. I touched it, and while it still felt fake it felt soft. It’s hard to explain. That was my one and only experience having sex with a dead person.
I did think about it again. I would look under the sheets and admire women’s nice tits or a beefy guy’s muscles, or a big dick here and there but only saw one hard dick again, it was on a good looking teenage boy that died in a motorcycle accident. He was really hard just like Bill had been but he was a much thinner, younger and scrawnier body and smaller dick too. I jerked it a bit and he was hard but I didn’t get the same thrill as I had before. I didn’t get turned on. This time I felt bad for the teenager and I felt like a really twisted freak. I started getting a lot of guilt over how warped I knew I was and I didn’t want to be like that. I actually quit and took a job at a real salon closer to my home for less money. But after working there for a while I began to feel less twisted. I worked there almost 20 years and wound up managing it. I’m almost 60 now and married. My sex life is so so but I do often think back to the one night stand I had with ‘Bill’. To this day, he still owned the biggest dick I ever had and gave me some of the most powerful orgasms of my life. I still feel twisted about it

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