Stephanie Brown's Wake
(M/f-teen, inc, nec)
By Delbard
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The placard outside the funeral home read: "Stephanie Brown". At One A.M. Gary Brown entered the front door of the funeral home with a borrowed key carrying a briefcase.
Entering the front door he looked into one parlor with the bier and white casket of his daughter. He viewed the corpse: age 17, with jet-black hair cascading over the shoulders. She wore a black-knit medium-cut dress, hinting at her cleavage, the dress that she had worn to the homecoming dance. Around the neck, she was adorned with a gold-plated cross.
Opening the briefcase, Gary produced a camera. He quickly snapped a few pictures. Putting his camera aside, he leaned over to kiss the lips of what had been his teenaged daughter. Gary pulled the dress half of the body and slipped the dress off the shoulders to the waist, leaving a white bra. He placed the top half of the coffin lid down and lifted the bottom half and slipped her dress completely off, showing a matching pair of white panties.
Returning to the top Gary lifted the top half of the lid again abd unhooked the bra, unveiling 38d breasts with aerobes the size of quarters. He founded each breast for a time, with a far Away look in his eyes. Then he removed the panties, leaving his daughter Stephanie completely nude, only wearing the cross.
He leaned in, and with a finger her probed her womanhood. He realized that she hadn't died a virgin. "It must have been Pete," Gary thought, thinking of her boyfriend.
Gary admired the work the mortician had done in coving up the Y- Insection that had been performed during her autopsy. Cause of death: drowning.
Gary reviewed the life of his daughter; drill team captain, National Honor Society, Homecoming Court, active in a Christian Youth group. If a man could custom order a daughter, Stephanie would be it. Mediating on her life, his election grew. He retrieved the camera and took more pictures.
Gary undressed quickly. At 50, he looked ten years younger.
Lovingly, he picked up the corpse and placed it on the floor in front of the bier. Reaching for the briefcase again Gary extracted K-Y jelly and lubricated her lower orifices. Gary then greased the tool that had created his daughter.
Gary kissed her lips again, then worked his way down to the manauary glands. He fondled and sucked on each breast in turn. He resumed the kissing down to Steph's Mound de Venus. Gary turned his daughter over. He entered her shoved his ready tool deep into her anuel canal. After ten strokes, he withdrew his still hard rod. Gary turned his daughter over and mounted her like a man mounts a woman.
"Oh Steph," Gary croaked, "I'll never give you away as a bride or hold any grandchildren by you." He sobbed as he thrust in an increasing rythem.
Fifty strokes later Gary exploded in his still uncaring daught. His hot cum gushing deep into her womb. The womd of the now dead woman-child he sired.
After his body queited, and his breathing resumed a simbilance of normaility, Gary bushed himself up and pulled out of his daughter's body. He picked her up and carried her back to the coffin. His half spent tool waving back and forth as he walked with his daughter in his armes.
Gary slowly dressed his wonderful creation, and then quickly dressed, gathering up his gear and left the building, locking the front door after himself.
The End
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