The Life of Lewis
Copyright© 2021 by Lewis Lucas
Chapter 6: A Very Unusual Life
Pedo Sex Story: Chapter 6: A Very Unusual Life - Lewis is 15 and decides to get a Saturday job. Finding one in a Video hire shop helping Mike the manager, he finds himself earning a bit extra every week by having some interesting fitness tests followed by some relaxation including sex lessons and experiences which he thoroughly enjoys.
Caution: This Pedo Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma Ma/mt mt/mt Teenagers Coercion Consensual Rape Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Torture Anal Sex First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Doctor/Nurse Teacher/Student
Each night there were new bodies brought in, all brought by two porters. By Tuesday night he had been woken many times. Most times it was a pair of hospital porters bringing a body in and putting it in a fridge drawer.
On one occasion it was an ambulance crew, but they were accompanied by a porter who had come to let them in and opened a drawer for them. Then on Wednesday night his alarm went off twice during the evening as fresh bodies arrived.
In the early hours of Thursday, he was woken again. Signing in, he saw a single man in what appeared to be a porter’s uniform checking the label on the body on the table. As he pulled the sheet off, Cliff could see that it was a lady of around thirty.
It was three a.m. so he saw no point in calling Tommy. He sat up in bed and watched. The man stood for a while just staring at the body. ‘You’re a real beauty.’ he told it. Then he started feeling all over her breasts and then between her legs.
He pulled a small container out of his pocket, put it carefully into her vagina and squeezed it. ‘I know you can’t get aroused anymore,’ he told the corpse, ‘So this oil will do instead. After all, you wouldn’t want me not to enjoy taking you, would you?’
Then he opened the office door and pulled the desk forward. In the office Cliff could see him through the glass as he stripped off. Coming back to the table, now completely naked, Cliff could see he was mid-twenties, around five foot eight tall.
He had a fair bit of extra padding on him. Now that his cock was hard, he could see that it was quite small compared to his body size. As he came out of the office, he was directly facing the camera, so it got a really good full-face shot.
Well, it was a full frontal shot really. He went to the bottom of the table and pulled out a sort of step stool. Climbing up onto the table between her legs, he lifted her knees up and apart. Then he lowered himself down on top of her.
He could be seen guiding his cock in, and then he lay flat on her. ‘That feels lovely my dear.’ he said, ‘Are you enjoying it as much as I am?’ He started thrusting in and out. As he did, he had his head on the pillow, the side of it touching the side of the corpses head.
He seemed to thrust for quite a long time. Then he started crying out and his bare bum started going up and down faster. ‘Oh, I’m getting near,’ he called out, ‘Are you getting excited too?’ Then as he howled in delight, he gave a couple of extra hard thrusts in.
He lay still on top of her and stopped there for a while, Cliff wondered if perhaps he’d fallen asleep. But a few minutes later he moved. As he lifted himself off, he said, ‘Yes, I know my dear, I’m really good at it aren’t I. I’ll bet that’s the nicest one you’ve ever had.’
He got off the table, and his now very limp and small cock hung down loose. He went over to a sink and washed his cock. Then he went into the office and got dressed. This time he pushed the desk back into place. Then he took a cloth, rinsed it out and wiped over her vagina.
After wiping between her legs, he put the cloth in the wastebin. Then he put the sheet back over the body, after giving her a kiss on the lips and both nipples as he did so. ‘Thank you my dear.’ he told her. ‘You didn’t complain that my cock was too small to do it properly.’
‘Not like my miserable ex-wife always used to do. You just lay there and enjoyed it didn’t you.’ Then the light went out and he left. Cliff went back to sleep. The next morning on his way to school he rang Tommy. ‘He came in the early hours of this morning,’ Cliff told him.
‘You should find semen in the vagina of the body on the table. There will also be his saliva on her nipples. In the waste bin, there’s a green flannel sized cloth. Can you fish that out and put it in a bag. I’ll try and find out when he’s likely to return and let you know.’
‘So do you know who he is?’ Tommy asked. ‘Not yet,’ Cliff told him, ‘But now I know what he looks like I’ll soon find that out.’ Later in the day he got a text from Tommy. ‘Cloth and samples all carefully saved.’ Cliff sent a thumbs up back.
Then he texted Sister Williams. ‘It’s as we suspected, he came last night. I need to see a picture of all the hospital porters with their names. Also, a duty roster for this week and next week. Preferably without anyone other than us five knowing I’m looking.’
Later he got a text back. ‘If you go to Mr Hughs’s office after school, he’ll have everything you need ready for you.’ Cliff returned a thumbs up. After school he cycled over to the hospital. When Mr Hughes let him in, he asked, ‘Is it a porter?’
‘I don’t know yet.’ Cliff told him. ‘Here’s the personal details you asked for, and here’s the rotas.’ he told him. ‘You can sit at the table over there. I’ve put a notepad and pen there for you in case you need it. I’ll bring you a coffee over in a moment.’
Cliff thanked him and opened the file. He had had no idea that a hospital needed so many porters. He started working his way through them. Mr Hughes brought him a coffee and a chocolate biscuit and left him to it. There was a page for each porter.
It had a head and shoulders photo taken for their passes. Then all their personal details. Cliff just looked at the photo, then turned the page. They were in the folder in alphabetical order. Half an hour later he had finished his coffee and was down to the ‘N’s.
There weren’t many ‘N’s and even less ‘O’s. As he started the ‘P’s he was beginning to wonder if it hadn’t been a porter after all. Perhaps it had just been someone wearing clothes that were similar to their uniform. Then he turned over the tenth ‘P.’
There was the face he was looking for, staring back at him. He read the details. Ronald Petty was aged twenty-six. He’d been a porter at another hospital until three years ago, then he had got divorced and moved here. His official title was, ‘General Porter.’
There were two annual comments by his supervisor. The first one two years ago said, ‘Ronald is a hard worker and is very reliable.’ The one last year said, ‘Ronald works well, but he’s a loner. He doesn’t mix well with his colleagues, but that doesn’t seem to be a problem for anyone.’
Then at the bottom, ‘Disciplined for going missing for an hour mid shift without any satisfactory explanation. He was given a warning, but no punishment in view of his previous exemplary record.’ Cliff tore a page out of the notebook and lay it on the table.
He copied out all the information from the page, including the date two months earlier referred to in the discipline note. He felt sure that would be a night shift. If it was, then it could mean that he had been attacking corpses for at least two months.
Then he put the paper in his pocket. He closed the file and then opened the other one with the duty roster in it. Having a name now made that much easier. He found Ronald right away. Last night had been his last time on night duty.
He was off today and tomorrow, then in on days for five days. Then another two days off followed by five nights again. Cliff spotted that against all the names on the rota were capital letters in a column at the side.
Looking at this week’s rota, he saw that Ronald had a different letter by each day and against yesterday was the letter ‘D’ Although he had only asked for two weeks rotas, the folder had a month’s rotas in it. He looked at the week after next.
Straight away he saw that Ronald had the letter D alongside his second night on duty. Cliff pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket and added all the dates Ronald was at work for the next three weeks. He made a note of the dates with ‘D’ against them.
Closing the files and putting the paper back in his pocket he stood up. As Mr Hughes looked up Cliff asked, ‘Looking at the rotas, I noticed a column with capital letters against everyone, one letter per day. Can you tell me what they mean?’
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