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Archive name: monroe.txt (MF, necro, celeb)
Authors name: Vicki Bandagski (dialred@ix.netcom.com)
Story title : Marilyn's Last Ride

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Marilyn's Last Ride (MF, necro, celeb)
by Vicki Bandagski (dialred@ix.netcom.com)

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There was a commotion in the outer hallway, that not a 
common occurrence in the morgue. I rushed out there to 
see what was going on. There were three policemen 
standing over a body. 

Great I think, another cop shot down. 

They turn and see me coming, I am handed the reports then 
they move away. I pull back the sheet, and feel the 
breath knocked out of me. Laying here in these cold green 
corridors is the woman that men and women from all over 
the world have fallen in love with. Marilyn Monroe. 

Her breathless beauty, that enchanting innocence still 
embracing her in death. I glance up to see the police are 
gone, I wheel her into the examination room. Soon I am 
entranced again, I lean in to brush a blonde hair off of 
her face, as I lean I hit the table, I jump with the 
shock. Jesus I have a hard on. I look around, good nobody 
there, I'll just go lock the door.

I move her over to the exam table, pulling her beautiful 
ass to the edge and put those dainty feet in the 
stirrups. I sit down on my little stool and position 
myself between her legs.

Ahh, the scent of Marilyn, I had to do it, my tongue 
reaches out, my hands instinctively reach up to spread 
those beautiful shaved lips. My tongue glides around her 
clit, I tense when her body jumps then I remember, nerve 
ending, nothing more. It's just her nerves, hers and 
mine.

I continue to play with her, to fantasize, my tongue 
slips inside her, I can feel the firm texture of her 
inner-walls, I begin fucking that famous cunt with my 
tongue. 

Unable to stop myself, I pull my dick out from its tight 
confines and start massaging it. In my mind I can her 
voice singing, urging me on with soft moans of pleasure.

Finally after quite a while I stand up, those beautiful 
lips, oh to be one of the very few men who can say that 
Marilyn gave him a blow job. I look at those luscious 
lips and then back to my throbbing cock and I know I'll 
do it, I know that I couldn't stop now even if I wanted 
to.

I force open her mouth, my dick goes in easily, my hands 
on her tits, fingering her stiff nipples. I pump her 
mouth a few times, and I'm thinking, "Oh god, I wish 
there was a way to keep her."

The sight on my dick slipping in and out between her 
luscious lips is making me crazy, the friction is bring 
me to the top. I can't hold off any longer I'm going to 
cum. 

I pull out and I position myself between her legs again, 
my dick glides in to her cunt with ease. Then I stop, I 
have an idea. I reach over her and very slightly open her 
eyes just a little. There, bedroom eyes.

My dick starts to move in and out of her again, her cunt 
is so tight, it's almost as if she is alive. "I'm fucking 
Marilyn Monroe!" The thought keeps repeating itself in my 
head.

My dick still pumping -- her eyes watching me, I can't 
help it, I cum like a freight train, my sperm pumping 
into her belly with relish. I can feel my hot cum oozing 
out of her as I continue to pump. She's slippery, it 
feels wonderful, god I love the feeling!

Finally I have nothing left and slowly I pull myself 
together, then clean myself up.

I'm surprised at myself, at my unprofessional behavior, 
but I feel no guilt. After all I was just paying her 
temple a final compliment, a temple that would soon be 
ruined by the autopsy knife, and laid in a grave to 
molder.

At least Marilyn got one last ride, and was able to give 
one more man pleasure before she would be gone forever.

I heard someone, walking down the hall, coming my way. I 
hurried to unlock the door...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone temped to recreate anything
from this story should seriously consider reading only
The Lion King and Barney and Friends, and such like.
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