Like many tragic stories, this one starts out with a dead lady. Logan Bradshaw of 2234 Mapleleaf Way in Brightshaw. She was 19, recent graduate and youngest daughter of Denise and Masturbate. They found her like this. Cold. Nude. Dead. The coroner made fast work as the police waited outside with the transport drivers. It did not take long. The cursory check for vitals. None of course. He took photos of her in her undisturbed state, then started checking her. She was already beginning to go into rigger, but by the time the medical examiner got to her in the AM, she would be lithe again.
He did not always enjoy his job. But some times, as in this case, the marionette was particularly enrapturing. It certainly made things easier. He continued to check her, disturbing her bod to do so. As he bagged her clothes, he thought about a series of OD cases a couple of years ago. All the marionettes died of an MDMA overdose while masturbating. He was not sure, but it certainly looked like the case. After checking her slit, he was pretty sure she had sex recently. Later, he would ask her parents about a possible beau. He bagged her and waited for the transport folks.
At the morgue, the medical examiner was about to begin when he was informed that the boyfriend was their to Id the body. He was close with the family and was ID'ing her on their behalf. It was elementary procedure, but he dreamed to watch her one last time.
As the bf looked at Logan, he remembered their last moment together. They here messing around on her sofa. She gave him a sensational treat. A bj. It was the first. Then, right after, they had gone all the way. But, then the coach called. He had to go, but she was raging he could tell.
He looked down at her cold body. He had to leave.
The examiner continued, looking her over, checking for any other marks. There were none. ***** had pooled to one side and there was other hurting, but otherwise she was neat. They would have to wait for the toxicology to witness what killed her. He glazed her back up.
When her beau cut there lovemaking session short, she was angry. It was their highly very first and supposed to be special. But, he mad it up to her instantly by giving her the pills. She new what they were and was eager to try them. She was always a fine girl--she wished to be bad for a night.
So, he left, making her promise not to take them, but she was stubborn and wished to. Just one.
After a while, she perceived the effect and she sensed good. She began masturbating, letting her fingers slip deep into her tight teen snatch. She was so moist. Experiencing fine and wanting more of that perceiving, she took the other pill and kept going--stripping off all her clothes. But, something was happening. She was getting hot--not in a fine way. She all of a unexpected went into grimaces. She was shaking all over the bed. Then, foam commenced pouring out of her mouth and her eyes turned up. She was wiggling and twitching, then, her life was gone. She relaxed--mouth open, eyes staring blankly. She was dead.
He had snuck back into the morgue early the next morning. No one was around. He found her and exposed her assets. She was so cold, but he loved her so much. He perceived her body all over and as he did, he was turned on. He kissed her a few times, then pulled out his hard stiffy and let it slip into her open facehole. He slid it in and out, sensing so rock rock hard, he wanted more. He pulled her to the end of the table, then slide his pulsating salami into her dead teen cunny. He pulverized his dead youthfull girlfriend until he blew his fountain deep inside her. As he backed away his jizz oozed out.
He was a little confused by what just happened. He still felt so much for her, but he knew this would be the last time. He gave her a kiss and facialed her up. Never to watch his lover again.