Chapter 10
When the alarm went off the next morning, Chrissy grabbed for it and shut it off, then stretched and yawned herself awake. The first thing she thought of was the kinky four-way love-making she'd had with Jack, Larry and Matt, and she grinned as she replayed the scene in her mind.
She'd taken cock every way there was to take it. She'd done things that even Art hadn't shown her. She thought about that incredibly exciting moment when she felt pistoning pricks in her mouth, cunt and shitter, and she gurgled lustily. Then she realized that she was making herself horny.
"Knock it off, Chrissy," she moaned.
She didn't want to be horny during the funeral. She rolled out of bed and headed for the shower, hoping to cool her lusts. Then she busied herself with breakfast and with choosing a dignified black dress for the funeral. She found that she was all set to go with hours to spare.
Not only was she ready too soon, she had that nagging hot itch in her pussy which she couldn't ignore. She had to face up to the fact that she was still horny. She really wanted one more fuck before the funeral. That would take care of her till Art was properly buried.
Unfortunately, she'd asked all her lovers not to come to the apartment that morning. It didn't seem right for them to be there at such a solemn time. So Chrissy was just out of luck. She could play with herself, or she could take another cold shower, but she couldn't have a man. She sighed with lust and exasperation. She knew herself, and she realized she'd just have to get off somehow or she wouldn't be able to sit still during the funeral service.
She thought about masturbating, but the very idea bored her. She'd been masturbating every day for five years. It had been her only source of relief. But now she didn't have to settle for that any more. She could have a nice hard cock, so she wasn't content with just her own fingers.
Well, a hard cock was out of the question now. No man was available. She decided she might as well go to the funeral home early and make sure all the arrangements were the way she'd ordered them. That nice young funeral director, Mr. Peterson, would help her.
Then Chrissy began to grin. Robert Peterson was more than nice. He was sexy.
She'd only met him once before, right after Art died, and she'd been too flustered and upset to think about sex. Now sex was all she thought about, and she realized that the young mortician was a very attractive guy. She grabbed her coat and purse and headed for the door.
When she entered the funeral home, Robert Peterson was checking the floral arrangements, and he looked up in surprise as Chrissy walked in.
"Why, Mrs. Cole," he exclaimed, "you're awfully early."
"I know, Robert," Chrissy smiled, "but I just had to check the arrangements one more time. Will you show me around?"
"But of course," he said politely.
Naturally he was going to be super polite to her, because she was spending a bundle of Art's money on this funeral. Robert would give her his whole attention for the rest of the morning, and that was exactly what she wanted. They were alone together in the main room, and there was no one else in the building except a receptionist in a glass-enclosed booth.
Chrissy looked Robert over and found him even more handsome than she'd remembered. He was tall, lean, and well-built, with dark hair and nice blue eyes. She didn't see a wedding ring on his hand, but she checked to make sure.
"Are you married, Robert?" she asked.
"No," he said with a smile, "I've been so busy trying to make a go of this business, I really haven't had time to look for a girl. Besides, when they hear I'm a mortician, that usually turns them off."
"How silly of them," Chrissy purred. "You're such an attractive man."
He flushed just a little, and Chrissy saw that he was sneaking glances down the front of her dress. That was a good sign. In spite of the solemn dignity he put on for his job, he was a normal, healthy, lusty young man. She was going to have a lot of fun seducing him.
She smiled and nodded as he pointed out where everyone would be sitting, showed her the flowers, and outlined the talk the minister would give. Then he led her over to an extremely expensive silk-lined casket.
"I hope you still approve of this model, Mrs. Cole," he said. "This is the one you chose a few days ago."
"It's your most expensive casket?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Good," Chrissy went on, "that's what Art would have wanted. He loved flaunting his money. May I touch it?"
"Oh, of course, Mrs. Cole," Robert said.
"Please, call me Chrissy," she purred.
She ran her hands over the sleek silky interior of the casket. The thing was luxurious and huge. It was practically like a bed. She got a wicked idea. Kicking her shoes off, she climbed into the casket and stretched out.
"Mmmmmm, very comfortable," she said.
Robert looked at her like she was a little weird, but that didn't bother her. She wanted his whole attention, and she got it as she wriggled around in the casket, her big ripe tits wobbling enticingly under her dress. Again Robert was sneaking looks at her tits.
She got another inspiration.
"Oops," she gasped, "I think I just broke a bra strap. I better check."
Before the nice young man could look away, Chrissy shrugged her dress off her shoulders and let it slip down to her waist.
Robert's eyes practically popped as he ogled the nearly-bursting cups of her see-through lace bra. She fiddled with the straps and then "accidentally" unhooked the bra. It snapped free, falling down off her arms and exposing her magnificent big tits. Robert seemed to stop breathing.
"Oh, gosh, silly me!" Chrissy giggled.
Robert was standing there paralyzed, his eyes glued to her naked melon-size tits. He ogled the creamy firm flesh and her large cone-shaped nipples. Chrissy let him stare for a moment, and then she took his hands and set them on her hot tits. The young man shivered with excitement.
"You've been wanting to do this, haven't you, honey?" she purred.
He turned scarlet. "Yes, Chrissy, I'm afraid I have. I know it's very unprofessional of me. I hope I haven't offended you."
"Offended me?" she laughed. "Honey, I'll be offended if you take your hands away. Mmmmmm, that feels so exciting."
She rubbed his hands all over her sensitive tits, then let go and thrust out her chest, pushing her heavy hot breasts into his hands.
Robert gave a helpless groan and started fondling her tits, molding and squeezing them.
Chrissy creamed right through her panties.
"Yes, Robert, I love that," she gurgled. "I need it. I don't have a husband to do it for me any more."
"I understand," he said hoarsely.
Chrissy reclined in the cushiony silk-lined casket and let the handsome undertaker play with her tits. Her pussy was hot and ready now, and there was no backing down. She wouldn't be able to stop till she'd seduced Robert completely.
It didn't look like that was going to be a problem. He was flushed with excitement, his eyes hot and horny, and he was pawing her big tits eagerly, using his thumbs to tease her nipples into rigid buds. He seemed to be having the time of his life.
Chrissy stretched her neck and peered over the side of the casket to get a look at Robert's fly. As she'd hoped, there was a big hard bulge there. He was getting a hard-on as he played with her luscious big breasts. Everything was going just as she'd hoped.
Then the door to the chapel swung open, and the receptionist said, "Mr. Peterson, is it okay if I go out for lunch now?"
Chrissy slid down into the casket so she couldn't be seen.
Robert cleared his throat. "Yes, Miss Davis, you go ahead. Take the full hour. I won't need you till then. Oh, and please lock the door as you go out. I have work to do, and I don't want to be disturbed."
"Okay, Mr. Peterson," the woman said.
They waited till they heard her key turning in the front door, then breathed again.
"Jesus, that was close," Robert sighed.
"But you were very cool," Chrissy purred, "and now we're alone."
"Yes," he leered, "now we're alone."
He started to reach for her tits again, but Chrissy said, "Why don't you take off your shoes and join me, Robert?"
"In the casket?" he snorted. "Chrissy, you're a very kinky lady. But what the hell?"
He slipped off his highly polished black shoes and climbed in beside her. There was plenty of room. In fact Art, a little guy, would be rattling around in there. But at least he'd be getting his money's worth. Chrissy was sure he would have been pleased with her choice.
Of course he wouldn't have guessed that she was going to use the casket before he was, and he wouldn't have dreamed what she was going to use it for. Robert slipped in beside her, and they started necking. They kissed, darting their tongues into each other's mouth, and they explored each other's body.
Chrissy quickly removed his tie and jacket and shirt, then ran her fingers through the thick coarse hairs of his chest. Underneath that sort of wimpy black suit, he had a very virile body. While he slipped her dress off, she removed his pants. Clothes came flying out of the casket.
She ogled the obscene bulge in his jockey shorts, then slipped her hand down inside and fisted his cock. He shivered and growled, then seized her panties and pulled them off. She tugged down his shorts and they snuggled naked in the casket, panting and pawing each other.
"This is outrageous," Robert laughed.
"It sure is," Chrissy gurgled.
She reversed her position and crouched over him, poising her greedy lips right over his stiff cock. She pushed her pussy to within an inch of his face, and Robert got the idea. She moaned in bliss when she felt his hot tongue raking her clit.
"Yeah, honey, eat me!" she moaned. "Ooooh, that feels so nice! Tell me what you like."
"Everything," he chuckled. Chrissy laughed, too, then stuck out her tongue and began methodically lathering every inch of his cock with her hot sticky saliva. Robert groaned in ecstasy, and thick streams of juice started leaking from his piss hole and running down the rigid shaft of his cock. As they reached her lapping tongue, Chrissy gobbled the tasty cream.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm!" she moaned excitedly.
Robert was as hungry for her cream as she was for his. He whipped his tongue all over her luscious little cunt and scooped up all the salty liquid.
They went at each other ravenously and noisily. Now that his receptionist had left, they didn't have to be quiet.
When Chrissy had coated his entire thick cock with her hot spit, she tongued her way back up to the gleaming purple head. She saw the big globs of cream oozing from his piss hole, and she went for them, spearing them up on the tip of her tongue and gobbling them.
Meanwhile Robert was zeroing in on the most sensitive spot of all, her swollen throbbing joy button. He caught the tiny nub between his lips and started sucking it, and Chrissy squealed with delight and creamed all over his face.
"Ooooooh, ooooh, honey, I love that!" she cried.
She crouched there gurgling with delight as the handsome undertaker sucked her joy button. Then she started easing her lips down around his granite boner, and he groaned and shivered. She took in as much of his meat as she could without choking on it and began to suck.
"Christ, yeah, suck my cock!" Robert moaned.
His hoarse words echoed through the flower-lined chapel, but both young people had forgotten their strange surroundings. They were absorbed in eating each other. The lewd wet sounds filled the room, and the big casket rocked lightly as they went at each other, Robert sucking Chrissy's clit while she sucked his cock.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" she moaned, drinking up his salty cream as fast as she could get it.
The solemn and dignified young undertaker had a real hunger for pussy juice. He was gobbling it up as fast as he could get it. He was a naturally talented pussy-eater, and of course Chrissy appreciated that a lot. There was hardly anything she liked better than having her cunt licked and sucked. In fact there was just one thing she wanted more than that.
"Robert," she moaned, "let's fuck. I'm soooo horny!"
"Here?" he exclaimed. "In the casket?"
"Yes, honey, I can't wait," Chrissy moaned.
She reversed her position again, facing him as she straddled him. She grabbed his steel-hard cock and plugged the fat head into her smoking cunt mouth. Robert gave a horny growl as he felt his meat sliding up her velvety wet box.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus, yeah!" he cried.
"Oooooh, shit! Ooooo!" Chrissy squealed.
She sobbed with relief as his massive hard-on filled her cunt. She'd been craving that sensation for hours. He grabbed her waist and started hammering his meat into her, wildly turned on. It was just what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck it to me, baby!" she sobbed. "Fuck my pussy good!"
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Robert moaned, his handsome face contorted with lust.
It was pretty hard to believe, Chrissy had to admit. In just about an hour Art was going to be in that casket and this room would be filled with his mourners, including, of course, his grieving young widow. It was a very kinky place to be getting it on. Not that it bothered her.
It wasn't bothering Robert a lot, either. It was bothering him less by the second. Grimacing with lust, he pounded his cock into her harder and harder, and she threw back her head and howled in bliss, thick hot cream pouring from her cunt and gushing down her thighs. She began to tighten her cunt around his pistoning boner, loving the hot friction.
"Unnnnhh, shit, so damned good!" she moaned.
"It sure the hell is!" Robert panted.
He looked up at the gorgeous blonde riding his pile-driving cock and wondered if he'd even have another experience like this. He hadn't been at the work for long, but already horny widows had come on to him, starved for some loving. But they'd been old ladies. Chrissy was something else.
This beautiful big-titted girl belonged in a centerfold, and she was fucking his brains out. He felt her hot little pussy hole getting tighter and tighter around his prick, and he snorted with excitement and fucked into her even harder, making her wail in ecstasy.
"Unnnnhhhh, Robert, I'm gonna come!" she moaned. "I'm gonna come so damned good!"
"You and me both!" he groaned.
He spun out of control, fucking her so hard that the casket rocked. Chrissy felt a body-blasting orgasm starting in the boiling depths of her cunt. Her cunt began to convulse around
Robert's dick, sucking and squeezing it, and he bellowed and began to shoot his load.
"Ohhhhhh, honey, ohhhhhh! You're making me come!" Chrissy screamed. "Unnnnhhhh, yeah! Whaahhhhhhh!"
"Awwwwwww, fuck, awwwwwww!" Robert yelled.
The young couple forgot all about their strange surroundings as they came together in a long and deliciously hard mutual climax. Chrissy felt so well-fucked, she knew she could get through the funeral service without squirming. She climbed off his cock with a happy sigh.
"Gee, thanks a million, Robert," she said. "I really needed that. Now I guess I better make myself presentable."
"Me, too," he said, "and then I'll have to get your late husband ready for the services."
He dressed and went off to do his work, and Chrissy took a seat and waited for the rest of the mourners to arrive. Somehow she felt sure that Art would have understood everything that had happened. He'd trained her to be the horniest wife in town and, like everything else he'd done in his life, it was a big success.