Halloween Erotica...
"Death Erection," a spooky sex story by Dickolator
It was oppressively hot outside. Nonetheless, it was always freezing cold in the morgue.
"Sign here."
Gotta love those drivers. No attachment whatsoever. Along comes another cadaver, another life cut short. All they care about is a signature on a clipboard, or so it seems.
During the holiday weekends there will be a couple of assistants, or maybe a hot, young intern or two. Not this time. There was no holiday, no major accidents, no spectacular disasters. Just another slow day for the County Coroner. Or so she thought.
The hearse pulled away, leaving her alone with her job and her new client. It had been a slow couple of weeks at the morgue, with nobody dying lately. She wheeled the gurney into the lab and pulled the sheet back. He was cute. Too cute. This healthy, young specimen was a strapping young stud muffin in his day, at least up until recently. Such a waste of a cute guy.
The serious nature of her job did not allow her to become emotionally involved with her work. Still, she could not get his cute face, his piercing eyebrows, his muscular shoulders out of her mind. Her imagination raced as to what he could have looked like when he was alive.
"No! Bad girl!" she thought to herself. Necrophilia is a disgusting, unsanitary and insane habit and she was going to have nothing to do with it. He was long gone for hours. Time to focus. Time to go to work.
"Name: John Doe. Birthdate: Unknown. Time of death: approximately 0130 hours. Weight: 165 pounds." Her voice sounded so mechanical, so cold, so dead, when she spoke into the digital recorder. That's the nature of her business.
As she continued to rattle off the decedent's vital statistics, she tried not to stare too long at his dashing good looks. Eventually, the time came for her to pull the sheet back and get to work. What she saw next nearly stopped her cold in her tracks. It was not enough that his strapping,
muscular chest could break a thousand hearts. It was not enough that his tight, muscular limbs would have made him a healthy catch when he was alive. It was the sight of his fully erect penis. A death erection.
She had never seen one before, but she had read about it in school, in the trade journals and publications. When a person dies prone or face down, the blood seeps down with gravity as the circulation stops and the core temperature cools down. Naturally, the penis fills with blood, causing it to
swell, just as it does during a healthy, live erection. Except the man is no longer around to enjoy it. Not only that, it was a comfortably large, healthy looking one. Oh, if only he were still alive.
Her imagination raced to what he would have looked like in life, how lean and muscular his living flesh would have been.
How hard and inviting that beautiful cock would have appeared in his life.
After she had completed her preliminaries, she drew the sheet up over his head, trying not to notice the obvious bulge halfway down. Once he was in the locker, she could focus and not be distracted.
As she returned to her office, she tried to catch up on all the work that had been piling up on her desk. It's not easy working by yourself, she thought. You have to find your own motivation when you don't have anyone nagging you.
Still, she could not get the image of his healthy, male body out of her mind. She imagined what it would have been like to see that body alive, healthy, aroused.
She imagined his healthy, living, naked body in front of her, his living penis fully erect in front of her, her pulsing vagina waking up to his desire.
She was so wet.
Working was a real chore. She couldn't concentrate. Normally, she would be able to fully immerse herself inter her job and clear her mind. Not this time. Her vagina was throbbing too much. It had been way too long since she had had a man inside her. Damn it! She needed to feel a penis inside her. Now.
Finally, she surrendered to the moist warmth between her legs. One of the nice things about working alone is not being interrupted in your work. This time, she would take advantage of that.
Squirming in her chair, her medical scrubs and panties slid down to her ankles, as her fingers began to tease her aching clitoris. The more she thought of that handsome, healthy body, the more she wished he were alive. The more she pretended his living body could come in and take her. The harder she rubbed
And faster.
And harder.
Within minutes, her legs tightened, her toes curled, and her heart raced as she felt shivers down her spine and her vagina tighten. She imagined his living penis flowing inside her, lubricating her interior, filling her tight desire with his warm, living flesh. Oh, if only it were true!
She slid her scrubs and panties back on, regained her composure, and walked over to the sink to wash her hands. Now she could concentrate, a little more satisfied than she had felt in a long time. Soon, she would have to return to the lab to begin the autopsy.
Finally, after pushing papers and crunching number, she returned to pull him out of the locker. Poor guy, she thought. He would have been quite the stud muffin if she could have met him while he was alive. She pulled off the sheet to get to work.
What she saw next stopped her dead in her tracks.
It was the same young man from before. Somehow, his face looked more relaxed than earlier. He looked more at peace than she remembered. He looked... satisfied.
Could it be? She looked down. His penis was fully relaxed.
Maybe some things do survive.
Originally published October 2006 - "Supernatural"
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