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Snow White X
by Rebelwriter (nomad1313@aol.com)
***
Wendy likes to play at being pretty, helpless, and
dead. (MF, nc, rp, bi, nec-fetish)
***
Halfway up the stairs to the bedroom, I was already
hard. Dressed in my best suit, holding a bouquet of
roses, I was about to have sex with my beautiful dead
wife.
Okay, before you get totally freaked out, let me admit:
Wendy wasn’t really dead. Where the fantasy had
originated, she couldn’t really say, but she suspected
it was connected to the fairy-tale of Snow White and
the poisoned apple.
She’d had a picture book of the story and the
accompanying illustration of the pretty girl lying cold
and white waiting for her Prince Charming had imprinted
itself on her sexual consciousness as these early
influences are wont to do. But, in Wendy’s case, Snow
White didn’t wake up, but remained in her suspended
allure forever.
The bedroom was alit with at least a dozen flickering
candles. On the CD player, a classical piece was
playing softly. Wendy was lying in the middle of the
bed, dressed in a white sheath dress, hands crossed
demurely over her breasts. Because this was her
funeral, she was wearing a pair of dressy sandals.
I could see that she’d gotten a fresh pedicure and
manicure for the occasion and lightly made-up her face.
She looked so peaceful and beautiful lying there, so
vulnerable and remote all at once, that I could almost
believe that she really was dead.
Dead... and damn sexy!
"Oh Wendy," I said, "I can’t believe it. You’re really
dead. You were so young... " I know that my wife needed
to hear these words to set the tone for the fantasy and
what was to come. I knelt by the side of the bed and
pretended to pray.
"Honey, you look so beautiful. Everyone says so. Even
Julie and Tammy and you know how bitchy they can be.
Dammit, you almost look like you’re only sleeping, like
you’ll wake up at any moment. God, I love you so much.
I’m going to miss you so badly."
In the golden candlelight, my wife’s features didn’t
flinch. She really did make the perfect corpse.
"Hey, I brought you some flowers... baby roses... your
favorite."
I stood up and, leaning over the bed, laid the flowers
on my wife’s breast, carefully unfolding and refolding
her hands over the bouquet. Inspired, I pinched off a
couple of blooms.
"I want to decorate you sweetheart."
I placed a rose in her hair behind each of her ears and
kissed her lightly on her cool, unresponsive lips. I
looked down at her perfectly composed features—the high
cheekbones, the small rounded chin, the almond eyes
that looked large even when closed—and my hand went
involuntarily to the hard-on inside my pants. I felt a
flash of habitual embarrassment at touching myself in
front of someone else until I realized that I had no
reason to feel any shame.
After all, since Wendy was no longer among the living,
I was all alone here, wasn’t I? I unzipped my pants and
took out my dick, rubbing it slowly, imagining cumming
right on my wife’s beautiful face. Would he even
flinch? I forced myself to stop stroking myself. There
was so much more to do.
I walked around to the end of the bed and one after the
other slipped Wendy’s elegant high-heeled sandals from
her delicate feet.
"I want to make you more comfortable, dear. Besides,
Tammy said something about wanting these shoes. I
didn’t think you’d mind. You won’t be needing them,
after all."
As I took off her sandals, I kissed each of her pretty
feet in turn before laying it carefully back down on
the bed. Then I placed another of the roses I’d pinched
from the bouquet between the first and second plump
perfect toe of each foot. The red of the roses seemed
to match her toenail polish perfectly.
Now that I was finished "decorating" her, it was time
to make love to my wife for the last time.
"I just have to fuck you Wendy. I can’t let them put
you in the dark ground forever without cumming inside
you one last time."
Throughout all of this, Wendy betrayed not a flicker of
life. She’d even managed to still her breathing to an
intermittent and practically imperceptible rise-and-
fall of her chest that could easily be explained as a
trick of the flickering candlelight. I took a bare
ankle in each hand and gently parted my wife’s pretty
legs. I could see her trimmed and naked pussy.
"Oh Wendy, you naughty girl. You’re going to be buried
without your panties. Who’s idea was that, anyway? And
at the viewing, no less... lying there on display in
front of our family and friends, in front of your boss,
in front of your dad and his buddies. What would they
say, if they knew?"
If Wendy were blushing, I couldn’t tell. I’d stripped
off my pants and suit jacket in the meantime. I worked
off my tie and shucked off my button-down shirt. My
wife lie there on the bed... which was now her
"coffin"... with her legs obscenely spread, her pussy
exposed.
"Maybe," I said, breathing hard with my own excitement
as my socks and underwear came off, "you want us all to
fuck your pretty corpse?"
Was that a slight catch of excitement that I heard in
Wendy’s barely perceptible breath?
"Look," I said, and then corrected myself. "Oh I’m
sorry, sweetie. Of course you can’t see anything
anymore. So I’ll have to tell you. There’s a tube of
lubricant and a vibrator on the table. I guess the
funeral director must have left them out just in case
anyone wanted to have a little fun with you."
I walked around to the night table and picked up the
tube of KY jelly and Wendy’s favorite anal dildo. Then
I joined my wife on the bed, lying beside her, stroking
the insides of her soft thighs. I worked the hem of her
white dress up over her thighs. Then I slipped an arm
under her back and easily lifted her petite body up,
pulling the dress over her waist, exposing her
completely.
"No dignity for the dead," I said, smiling down at her.
Her composed features almost made it look like she was
smiling back. "I can do whatever I want to you now.
Anyone can."
I squeezed some lubricant into my hand, warmed it, and
gently lubed her tight rosy asshole. She didn’t offer
the least resistance to the intrusion of my greased
fingers and none either to the vibrating dildo, which
slipped easily into her rectum a moment later.
Was that an involuntary tremor of pleasure that passed
through Wendy’s beautiful body? I was certain of it.
But still, I told her, "The dildo in your ass will give
you the illusion of life while I’m fucking you, my
darling."
I reached down between her legs and fingered her pussy.
"Hmmm... What is this?" I inquired rhetorically,
feeling the considerable moisture. I leisurely ran my
finger along the lips of her swollen pussy, inserted
the tip, and rubbed her clitoris. I could feel the
vibrator in her asshole through the walls of her
vagina. She was soaking wet now. I took my finger from
her pussy. Was that a little moan I heard? I shrugged,
"Oh honey, it must be the embalming fluid leaking out
of you. Poor baby."
I teased my way up to Wendy’s breasts, playing my
fingers along her soft compliant flesh. I slid the
dress off her shoulders and freed her tits, small,
perky, capped with mocha-colored aureoles. I fondled
her tits, played with her nipples, watching them
harden.
"Even dead," I said, "you’re such a shameless slut."
I leaned forward and took one tit into my mouth and
sucked while sliding my finger back into her pussy. If
I laid my head against her chest, I’m sure I’d hear my
wife’s heart racing with excitement. For that matter,
mine was, too.
"I’m going to fuck you now Wendy. I can’t resist any
longer. I know you really want it, too."
I turned Wendy onto her tummy. She flopped over like a
ragdoll. Then I pulled one of the pillows under her
hips to raise her perfect little tush into the air.
Lying there in her ruined dress, roses crushed into her
hair and between her pretty toes, she looked
irresistibly violated. With my hands planted on either
side of her shoulders, I slid effortlessly up to my
balls inside her sopping wet pussy on the very first
stroke.
Immediately, I began fucking Wendy in earnest. Her
body, completely submissive beneath mine, lurched
forward with my thrusts, pulled back when I pulled
back. Her pretty face ground into the bed. Her pussy
juices trickled into my pubic hair, soaking them, and
my thrusts made loud squelching noises. I was
determined to make this last as long as I could; after
all, it had to last me for all eternity!
Holding back wasn’t going to be easy. The vibrator in
Wendy’s ass was doing its just job—and, what’s more, I
could feel it tickling my prostate through the thin
walls of my wife’s cunt, urging me to release my load
into the pretty "corpse" beneath me. But I could sense
that Wendy wasn’t quite ready to enter "heaven" just
yet.
Reaching around to take one of her little titties in
hand, I squeezed the nipple and leaned over her limp
body, whispering directly into her ear.
"When I’m done having fun with you, honey, I’m going to
invite Bill in to fuck your body. I know how he’s
always had a crush on you." It was true. Bill was a
business colleague of my wife’s whose subtle
flirtations Wendy always playfully diverted, but
encouraged all the same. Over the years, he’d made it
clear that if Wendy were amenable to the idea, he’d
initiate an affair in a heartbeat.
"Well now I guess it doesn’t matter if he fucks you. I
suppose I can let him have his turn with you before
you’re buried. Would you like that honey? Oh darling, I
do believe you would. It’s almost as if I can feel you
coming alive at the very thought."
Even "dead," Wendy couldn’t suppress the little
convulsions traversing her vaginal walls and gripping
my cock. I paused a moment to catch my breath.
"And Paul, too," I said, naming an old school friend of
Wendy’s, as well as a couple of other male friends of
ours that I knew she rather fancied. "I’m sure they’d
all like to give you one last send-off fuck." I was
close to cumming, so close even one last thrust could
send me over the edge.
I could tell Wendy was close, too. Christ, if I didn’t
cum soon, I felt like I would to die. I had to say the
next part quickly. "And Susan," I said, naming Wendy’s
openly lesbian boss, "she’s been practically creaming
in her panties all these years for a chance with you.
I’m sure she’d love to have you alone and defenseless
like this at long last... "
That did it. Wendy gasped and "came to life," slamming
her smooth impaled ass against me as I cleaved her
pussy with my cock. This was no corpse thrashing
beneath me now, but my sexy triple x-rated Snow White
come back to raunchy life, after all. And as we came
together in one single, sweaty, breathless mutual
orgasm, we proved once again that you definitely didn’t
have to die to experience paradise.
END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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