This story contains; suicide, burial, sex and necrophilia. This should 
not be read by anyone under eighteen or that does not like this type 
of material. Remember, this is only fiction. It has no connection with 
anyone living or dead. 

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Kate is a beautiful thirty year old woman. Kate's friends envied her 
long blonde hair. Everyone knew Kate as a fun, life loving woman. What 
they did not know about were her dark desires. Kate's fantasy revolved 
around death. She married a mortician so that she could be around 
death all of the time. 

Kate would be at work with her husband and orgasm from seeing the dead 
bodies in the caskets. She did not have a desire to have sex with the 
dead. Kate's fantasies was to be one of the dead. Kate's husband, 
Mark, knew about these fantasies. After work they would climb into a 
casket and have sex. Kate even had Mark bring a casket home for her 
pleasure. When Mark was away on business Kate would sleep in the 
coffin. She would lay in the coffin, playing with her pussy, thinking 
about dying. 

Kate had thought of killing herself but then she would miss all of the 
excitement. Kate then thought of the perfect fantasy. She would fake 
her death and be able to see her own funeral. 

Kate and her husband had just finished having sex in the coffin when 
she asked, "Mark, how would you feel about me dying?" 

Mark replied, "I would miss you a lot but life does have to go on." 

Kate told Mark about her plan of pretending to be dead, including the 
part about being buried alive. Mark replied to her plan, "I know your 
fantasy. I will help you carry it out. We can stop it just before 
burial." 

Kate thoughtfully said, "We could stop at the burial but how could we 
explain to hour friends that I am still alive." 

The two set about the next day preparing everything. While Mark worked 
on the death certificate, Kate went shopping for her burial gown. Kate 
found this night gown that was lace and tight fitting. It had a low 
cut front that would show off her medium sized breast. Kate could 
imagine the men getting hard looking at her dead body. She could see 
them running home to masturbate. 

Kate then walked around the rest of the day at Mark's funeral home 
looking for the right casket. She wanted something special.  Kate 
decided on a light blue one. She figure the colors would make her 
white gown stand out. Kate lay down in the casket and settled her head 
down on the hard ruffled pillow. She lay her hands to her side and 
relaxed. Kate could not wait till the time of her funeral. 

That night Kate showed Mark the gown she had bought. He wanted to see 
it on her. Kate refused to model the gown. She told Mark he would have 
to wait till the funeral. Kate could not wait any long and decided the 
next day would be  the one. Mark and Kate made hot love on their last 
night together. 

Kate walked into the funeral home carrying a bag with her gown. Mark 
was already there working. Kate looked at her husband and asked, Is 
everything ready? Are you ready to get started?" 

Mark replied, "I have everything set. As soon as you are ready I will 
call our friends to give them the sad news." Mark paused and then 
continued, "You had better put your gown on before the makeup. " 

Kate went into the bathroom and took off her clothes. She looked at 
her slim body and wondered what it would look like a week from now. 
Kate pulled the gown over her head. The gown was tight as she pulled 
it over her breast. Kate adjust the top of the gown till her breast 
pushed out just right. The gown just barely covered her nipples. 

When Kate walked into the room where her husband was working on a 
corpse he stopped and looked. For a moment he stared and then said, 
"You are beautiful. It is going to be a shame to bury you looking like 
that." 

Kate blushed and said, "I am sure you we will find time for sex once 
more." 

Mark's face took on a more serious look and said, "There is one thing 
we did not think about. People will think it odd if you are buried the 
same day as your supposedly death." 

Kate thought a second and said, "You are right. I don't see a problem 
there. That will just give me more time to enjoy the situation." 

Kate lay down on the hard table, that had held many dead bodies. Mark 
began to apply the morticians makeup. This makeup is a little heavier 
than normal. He put a white base on all of her exposed skin. He then 
put a little dark blue around her eyes to give her a dead look. He 
then put on blush that stood out on her pale skin. Then there was the 
normal lipstick and eyeliner. MarK looked at his wife laying on the 
slab and could almost believe she was dead. Kate blinked her eyes and 
that brought Mark back to reality. 

Mark helped his wife climb into the casket. She settled against the 
hard surface with a sigh. Kate then used her meditation classes to slow 
her breathing.here was slight rise and fall to her chest but no one 
would notice. Anyone looking at Kate would swear she was dead. 

It was an erie sight as Kate sat up in the casket and asked, "Would 
you get the bag I brought?" 

Mark brought the bag to Kate and she reached inside for something. She 
pulled out a vibrating dildo eight inches long. Kate looked at her 
husband and said, "I might as well get all of the enjoyment out of 
this I can." 

Mark smiled at the comment and said, "We had better hurry up. Everyone 
will be here for the viewing in about Thirty minutes. I want to put 
you in the cooler for a little while. If someone touches you I don't 
want you to be warm." 

Kate agreed that would be a good idea. Mark pushed the casket, on a 
trolley, into the cooler. Mark switched off the lights, without 
thinking, as he closed the heavy metal door. Kate lay in the darkness 
feeling the cold air on her expose skin. She lifted her gown and slid 
the dildo in to her wet pussy. Kate began to shiver from the cold as 
she switched on the Dildo. With the dead silence of the room the 
vibrator was barely audible. Kate felt the pulsation running through 
her pussy. Kate thought about the dead bodies laying around her and 
orgasm quickly. 

Mark open the door and turned on the light. He saw his wife there 
shivering in the cold. He could not get over how dead she looked. Mark 
pushed Kate to the viewing room, gave her a kiss, and unlocked the 
door. 

Five minutes later the first guest appeared. It was Kate's sister. 
Maria could tell she had been crying a lot. Maria looked a lot like 
Kate.  Maria hugged Mark and offered her condolences and then walked 
over to the casket. Kate concentrated on her breathing. She kept her 
eyes half closed. Kate could still see everything going on around her. 
Kate saw her sister, now crying, lean over the casket. Kate felt sorry 
for her sister's pain. She thought about speaking and ending Maria's 
sorrows, but remained silent. 

Maria looked at Mark and asked, "How did she die?" 

Mark stumbled over his words and replied, "It was sudden. They said it 
was a heart attack." 

Maria exclaimed, "But she was so healthy. It is so sudden. I can't 
believe my little sister is gone." 

Kate almost started crying as she listen to her sister's words. Kate 
had not thought about the sorrow of her family. She then shifted her 
thoughts to  enjoying par s of the situation. Kate was seeing things 
from the other side and the dildo kept her on the verge of an orgasm. 

The room was full by now. Kate and Mark's family were the first to 
look at Kate. All of them were crying. People continuously strolled by 
the casket. Some touched her hand and others gave Kate a kiss on her 
cold lips. Kate had been right about the men staring at her breast. 
The men made several trips back to he casket to get another look, at 
what they thought, dead woman's breast. This  made Kate orgasm. It was 
all she could do to keep from moving. She felt her hips give an 
involuntary movement. Kate hoped no one would notice. 

Two hours later there was still a large crowd in the funeral home. 
Kate's body was beginning to ache. She wanted to move badly. Kate was 
not sure how much longer she could lay still. She could hear several 
people laughing in the back. 

At last everyone was gone. Kate let out a sigh of relief as she sat up 
in the casket. Her body ached all over. She had not anticipated laying 
still so long could be so difficult. 

Mark locked the door and began stripping off his clothes as he walked 
over to Kate. He climbed in the casket and pulled up her lace gown. 
Mark's cock was throbbing as he pulled out the dildo and replaced it 
with his cock. As Mark fucked his wife he said, "You looked so 
beautiful laying there. I could see all of the men admiring your tits. 
I did not think I was going to be able to wait till the guest left." 

Mark shot his load deep into Kate's pussy. Kate orgasm and this time 
she did not hold back. Kate's screams echoed through the large funeral 
home. 

Mark put his pants back on and went to get his camera. He had Kate lay 
still as he took several rolls of film. Mark wanted to remember this 
day. It was his last day with Kate. 

Mark and Kate pushed the casket to where the bodies were kept. Mark 
had to go home. His sister had insisted on staying with him that 
night. She did not want Mark to be alone during his hour of morning. 
Kate would have to stay in the funeral home alone. She could not take 
the chance of being seen. Mark kissed his wife and left. 

Most of the lights had been turned off. They wanted things to look as 
normal as possible. Kate fixed herself something to eat and cleaned 
up. Kate decided to get some sleep. She could use the cot they used 
when working late but decided on sleeping in her casket. Kate decide 
to walk around a while. She was still stiff from laying still so long. 

Kate walked over to one of the open coffins. A young girl of eighteen 
lay there. The girl had died of a drug over dose. She was dressed in a 
thin negligee. Kate looked at her small tits showing through the thin 
material. Kate touched the girl on the cheek and felt her cold skin. 
Kate wondered if she had felt like that when the visitors touched her. 
Kate then slid her hand under the negligee and stroked her firm 
breast. The girl's breast were firm, both from youth and death. Kate 
took a deep breath and the smell of death filled her nostrils. Kate 
now had no doubts she wanted to join the ranks of the dead. 

A noise broke Kate's trance. There was someone at the door. She first 
thought it was Mark coming back. Then she realized, from the 
whistling, it was the night janitor. Kate's heart raced as she looked 
at her casket. She needed to take her place before the janitor came 
in. it was too late the door was opening. Kate made a dash for the 
cooler. She opened the door quietly and slipped in. 

The cold air hit Kate in the face as she eased the door closed. Kate 
left the door cracked so she could see the janitor. Kate's heart 
almost stopped as he started for her casket. Kate knew there would be 
problems if he looked inside and she was not there. Kate relaxed a 
little when Mr. George, the janitor, turned and went to the storage 
room. Mr. George returned with the vacuum cleaner. 

Kate stood in the cooler for thirty minutes watching Mr. George go 
about his work. Kate knew she had to get back to the casket and out of 
the cold cooler soon. Kate shivered as she watched Mr. George cut off 
the vacuum. She watched intently as Mr. George left the room. Kate did 
not hesitate, as she ran to her casket. Kate had just laid down when 
Mr. George returned. Kate hoped he would not come close to her for 
fear he could see her heart beating madly. 

Kate heard Mr. George walking toward her. The older man stopped at 
Kate's casket and looked in. Kate closed her eyes just enough to see. 
Mr. George said tenderly, "I am going to miss you, Missy. You have 
been good to me. I will also miss your sexy body." 

Kate did not think much about the old man's comments. She had caught 
him looking at her many times. Kate's thoughts were broken by a hand 
touching her. Kate was not sure if she jumped or not. The old man who 
had worked in the funeral home for years placed his hand on Kate's 
partially exposed breast. Kate wanted to push the rough old hand away. 
Mr. George said casually, "I sure like the feel of those cold firm 
breast. I wonder if your pussy feels as good." 

Kate thought at least the time in the cooler had made her body cool. 
If he had touched her and she was warm he might have suspected 
something. Kate started responding to the old man's touch. She felt 
her pussy getting wet. 

Mr. George then moved from Kate to the casket holding the young girl. 
Kate took a chance and peeked over the edge of her casket. The old man 
was fondling her as he had Kate. Kate was then shocked when she saw 
Mr. George take his pants off. The old man climbed into the casket 
with the young girl. Kate took more of a chance, since his attention 
was on the girl, and sat up to see. 

Mr .George lifted the girl's negligee and lowered himself onto the 
girl. He seemed to struggle at first and then pushed his cock into the 
cold dead girl. Mr. George would kiss the girl's small tits and then 
her mouth.  Mr. George's full attention was on fucking the young 
corpse. The sounds of his moans filled the room. 

Kate sat watching the scene before her. She had heard of people that 
fucked dead people but never thought too much about it. Watching the 
old man fuck the corpse got Kate hot. She reached down and started 
playing with her pussy. 

Kate and the old man orgasm at the same time. Kate, short of breath, 
lay down when she saw Mr. George climbing out of the casket. Kate 
worked hard to control her breathing. Her own sexual excitement had 
Kate out of breath. The old put his pants  on and walked back over to 
Kate and said, "I sure hope you liked the show." 

Kate almost choked at the thought of being discovered. Before Kate 
could say anything Mr. George continued, "Well, I guess you could not 
see it too well since you are dead too. I would like to fuck you also 
but at my age once a night is the limit." 

Kate was relieved he had not chosen her over the young girl. She would 
have been found out as soon as his cock entered her hot pussy. 

Mr. George went back to his work. Kate thought about the old man 
fucking the dead girl. She could imagine his semen seeping out of the 
girl's pussy. Kate wondered if the young girl shaved her pussy. Kate 
decided if the chance came she would look. 

It was daylight before Mr. George finished his work. Kate did not dare 
sleep, for fear she would snore, while the old man was there. When he 
left Kate drifted off to sleep, even though her back ached from the 
hard casket. 

Kate woke up from a hand nudging her. She was not sure of her 
surroundings was at first. Kate looked up and it was Mark. She rubbed 
the sleep from her eyes and said, "Good morning." 

Mark replied, "Good morning, did you sleep well." 

Kate told Mark about the incident with Mr. George. She went into every 
detail about how he played with her breast and fucked the young girl. 

Mark laughed and said, "I meant to give him the night off. I guess I 
forgot about it. I know about him. He has been fucking the corpses for 
years." 

Mark repaired Kate's makeup. He wanted her to look perfect for the 
funeral. As mark finished with his wife's makeup he asked, "Are you 
sure you want to go through with this? I can stay and get you out 
after everyone leaves. 

"There is no way I can repeat this. If I could do it all again some 
time I would stop it. As it is I can only have one funeral, "Kate 
replied." 

Mark said to Kate, "The hearse and the guest will arrive in a few 
minutes. I will have to close the casket. There should be plenty of 
air for the thirty five minute drive. I will leave the lid unlocked 
just in case." 

Kate and Mark kissed for the last time before the lid was closed. 
Darkness filled Kate's eyes. She almost panicked at the total 
darkness. Kate had never seen absolute darkness before. Most people 
have know idea what it is like. You wait for the pupils to adjust so 
that you can see but that never happens. 

A few minutes later Kate felt the casket move. She was being rolled to 
the hearse. Kate could imagine the black hearse sitting there with the 
wide back door open. Kate felt a jerk as she was pushed into the 
hearse. It seemed to take forever for the hearse to start moving. 

Once the hearse was moving Kate eased the lid open just enough to look 
out. She could see a line of cars behind her with their lights on. 
Kate thought to herself, "This is it. I am own the way to my own 
funeral. I hope the ceremony is nice." 

The hearse arrived at the cemetery on time. She heard the door open 
and felt the casket slide out. Six men, friend's of Mark and Kate, 
picked up the heavy casket. Kate was jostled around as the men 
awkwardly carried the casket to the grave. Kate felt the movement stop 
and felt a slight jar as the casket was placed over the grave. 

Kate thought about the hole that was six feet below her. The cold 
earth would soon cover her casket. Kate wondered how long it would 
take to die. She wanted it to take a while but not too long. Kate was 
about to rub her pussy again when the lid opened. Kate relaxed her 
arms beside her. 

Kate was blinded by the bright light even though her eyes were closed. 
It took all of her effort not to squint.  Her eyes quickly adjusted 
and she opened them enough to see the tent a few feet above her. Kate 
could see several people standing around the casket. Kate noticed a 
woman standing with Mark. She had never seen her before. The woman was 
dressed in black and looked very beautiful. Kate wished she could ask 
Mark who the woman was. She figure they might get a chance to speak 
before she was buried. 

The minister called for everyone to have a seat. The minister spoke to 
the crowd of mourners, "WE are here today for a solemn occasion. We 
lost Kate at a young age. She was a good person. We might ask why the 
young have to die. The lord always has his reasons." 

The minister talk for nearly an hour. Kate had tears flowing down her 
cheeks by the time he was through. She had never had anyone say so 
many good things about her. Kate thought they might not be so nice if 
they knew what she was doing. 

When the service was over the guest came by the casket for one last 
goodbye. Mark kissed Kate on the lips and said, "Goodbye  my darling. 
I am going to miss you. I hope enjoy it." 

Kate resisted the urge to kiss Mark back. She wanted to put her arms 
around him. Then Kate noticed the woman again. She came over and took 
Mark's hand. She put her arm around him as they walked off. Kate only 
wished she could find out who the woman was. 

The light faded from Kate as the lid of the casket closed. She took a 
deep breath as the latched was locked. Kate knew there was no escape 
now. Even if she shouted no one would probably here her. Kate lay in 
the darkness listening to the muffled sounds around her. She then felt 
the casket move. Two workers lowered the casket into the grave. Kate 
could imagine the chiseled sides of the grave as she was lowered. 

Kate could hear the casket creak as it was lowered. She felt a slight 
thump as the casket touched the dirt bottom of the grave. Kate reached 
down and rubbed her pussy, it was already soaking wet.  Kate knew if 
she orgasm the the small amount of air in the casket would be used 
quicker. Still she could not help herself and rubbed her clit. 

Kate heard a thump and knew the dirt was being pushed on top of the 
casket. Kate knew it would not take but a minute for the grave to be 
covered with the tractor. Kate rubbed her clit faster and climaxed 
about the same time as the grave was covered. 

Kate lay in the darkness. The only sound she could hear was her heart 
beating. Kate thought about the events of the last two days. She had 
never been more excited. Now the time was near and she would only be 
someone's memory. 

Kate was not sure how long she lay there gasping for air when the 
darkness of death came over her. Kate died a happy woman. 

Mark and the woman dressed in black pulled in front of his house about 
the time Kate died. Mark and the woman walked into the house. Mark 
looked at the woman and said, "I told you she would do it one of these 
days. I would not have married her if it had not been for her fantasy 
of being buried. I knew she would die and I would get her money. I do 
miss her in a way. That will pass as soon as we are married." 

The End