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B It's a typical night for me. The vast night sky hanging over me, somber surroundings of stone, decay, and the unknown all around me. I am what people refer to as an outcast. The poor little goth girl sitting outside of and far away from the popular "clique." Little do they know, I don't sit far away from them because they shun me. I'm not part of the herd because I'm not a "sheep." I prefer to be alone. The cemetery is my nightly hang out. The bitch funeral director keeps trying to keep me out though. Fuck her. I'm going to keep spending every night here, just like I have for the past few years. Suddenly, my thoughts were disturbed by the faint sound of voices. This put my senses on high alert. I looked over the plot that I had been leaning against, trying to get a glimpse of something. I saw the funeral director. 'Great!' I thought to myself. 'She's going to try to throw me out again!' She was talking to someone else. I stayed crotched behind the plot as I tried to scoot closer so I could hear what she was saying. I figured she must be talking to a cop or a security guard. As I got closer, I could see that she wasn't talking to a cop or a security guard. In fact, the man she was talking to didn't look like anyone you would expect her to be associated with. "Come to this plot at midnight tomorrow. The slab will be loose. Just slide it over and the money will be inside." The funeral director said. My eyes grew wide, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Little miss holier than thou, too good and proper for the likes of you was into something lusciously sinister. I had been waiting for an opportunity like this since the first time she had me thrown out! I leaned in a little closer as I continued to listen. They didn't say too much after that and it wasn't long before the man left. I HAD, however, discovered where the money came from when the man expressed some concern about being caught. She was extorting it from the funeral home. No wonder she wanted me out of the cemetery so badly! This was almost too delicious to believe. But what was I going to do with this new found information? As the funeral director began to make her way out of the rows of tombs I leaned against the plot I had been hiding behind again. I sat there and planned out what I was going to do tomorrow night. I bit my lower lip lightly as thoughts ran through my mind at lightening speed. Until, my eyes lit up and I smirked wickedly. I now knew exactly what I was going to do. And I knew the perfect time to do it too. The very next night, I waited for her to place the money where she said she was going to place it. Sure enough, after the cemetery had been emptied of it's visitors, she came. I saw her cautiously move the slab. She looked over her shoulder in attempt to make sure no one saw her as she shoved the bag of money into the plot and slid the lid back into place. I snickered to myself both because I had been watching her when she thought no one had been and because it was almost time to put my plan into action. As she turned to leave the scene, I followed her. I remained one row over so that she couldn't quite see me yet. I did this until I was able to pass her up, putting myself in the lead. I then crossed over and stood on the side of one of the plots. I waited until she was about to walk past the tomb I was standing behind. Then I stepped out in front of her. Calm, cool, with almost a sinister smile engraved upon my face. The funeral director's face surged with anger the moment I came into her view. Ahh, there's the bitch I know and love! She was about to speak(probably to bitch at me for being in the cemetery again, or to threaten to have me arrested) when I cut her off. "Nice night to extort some money, isn't it?" I taunted. The look on her face changed as quickly as I could have snap my fingers. She tried to pretend she didn't know what I was talking about. "I don't know what you're trying to imply but you are trespassing!! If you don't leave immediately, I'll call the authorities!" She chided. I laughed wildly before I responded. "Don't give me that shit! I saw you hide the money in that grave back there. And I heard your conversation with your little friend last night too. You want to call the authorities? Go ahead! I'll show them where you put the money!" She changed her tone real quick after that. I loved every bit of what was unfolding before me. "How much do you want?" She said. I could tell that she was getting frustrated. I leaned against the tomb behind me, arched my brow, and said: "I don't want your money. What I want is much more precious than your little stash back there." A wave of confusion came over her and I could tell she was slightly afraid of what I was going to say next. I had never seen her this way. I have to admit, I kind of liked being in control of her. I pushed off of the plot and slowly circled her, increasing her anticipation. As I stood in front of her again, I smiled broadly and spoke. "Two things. One, get off my fucking back about being here at night. And two..." I paused and grinned as I trailed off. She arched her brow as I left her in suspense, waiting for me to complete the sentence. I lifted myself onto one of the plots, pulled my dress up, and spread my legs to reveal my bare pussy. Her eyes widened as she gasped. She shook her head and muttered: "No! No! I'm not going to do it!" I laughed at her reaction and as I did, I began to feel my pussy lips moisten. "No? I'm sure you'll endure more than this during your prison sentence..." I teased. She sighed deeply, her brow furrowing as she realized I was right. She had no other choice but to do as I told her to do. Reluctantly, she gave in. "Alright!" She said hesitantly. "I'll do it!" My eyes lit up with satisfaction as I parted my legs farther, allowing her full access. The soft breeze that lingered on the night air caressed my pussy lips ever so lightly causing them to become wet. As she drew nearer to me, my pussy twitched with anticipation. It was hungry to feel the slippery stroke of her tongue. She leaned in and parted my lips with her fingers, which were cold to the touch. I looked down at her as she gave my wanton twat the first lick. My eyes rolled back into my head as I softly moaned. Victory was all too sweet and I had only to reap it's rewards. Her tongue twirled and flicked teasingly at my clit. I couldn't stop myself from squirming as I began to thrust my pussy towards her mouth, impatiently wanting to feel her tongue slid into my pussy hole. Every hair on my body stood on end as a tingling sensation surged through my entire body. My nipples were now rock hard. I ripped my dress open to expose my tits and rubbed my hands over them. I pinched my nipples as they became so hard that they almost began to hurt. My breathing became shallow and began to quicken in it's pace. "Oh YES!!" I half grunted, half moaned. "Now, shove your tongue into my pussy!!" She did as I commanded and began to tongue fuck me. I felt intense waves of orgasmic pleasure engulf me as they passed over me repeatedly. They began totally consume me as she continued to lap up my pussy juices. If I didn't know better, I'd say she started to enjoy it! Of course, I know she'd never admit to it if she had. Suddenly, she shoved two of her fingers into my aching cunt sending me into orgasmic convolutions. Her tongue flicked uncontrollably at my throbbing clit. I moaned, grunted, squirmed, and quivered with pleasure. My pussy was so wet that my juices began to drip down my leg. To my surprise, she didn't let it go to waste. She quickly followed after it with her tongue, making sure to lick up every drop. She turned her hand, so that she was finger fucking me with two of her fingers and rubbing my clit mercilessly with her thumb. With her free hand, she pulled herself onto the plot with me. Her tongue moved up along my stomach, passing my navel. It made it's own trail towards my tits, which still were bared. She circled my breast, making a spiral towards one of my nipples, teasing me utterly and completely. I thrusted my hips against her fingers as I awaited the feel of her tongue against my erect nipple. She bit my breast playfully then caressed it with the tip of her nose as she guided her mouth over my aching nipple. As she began to suck on it, she finger fucked me harder. Her thumb tortured my clit in measures I had never known before. I thrusted my hips harder and harder. I couldn't stop myself from moaning. My body began to shake violently. Try as I might, I couldn't hold back any longer. I came extremely hard onto her fingers, drenching them with my juices. Orgasm hit me dead on. It was like no other sensation I had ever felt before. My entire body was dripping with ecstasy. I collapsed roughly onto the plot and closed my eyes. As I did, she slid her fingers out of me. She brought her fingers up to my mouth and forced them inside. I sucked at her fingers, licking every bit of my wetness from them and moaned. I tried to catch my breath before I sat up. Seeing the look on my face(she actually smiled at me) I didn't have to say a word, my expression said it all. She slid off of the tomb, looked up at me and said. "We'll have to do this again." She turned and started to walk away, but paused unexpectedly and turned back around to speak again. "Only next time, it'll be your turn..." She smiled and continued to walk away, disappearing into the darkness like a phantom...leaving me trembling.  Read Still Moree




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Morbid Obsession

It's a cool, clear, fall night. A slight dampness could be felt within the refreshing night air. An altogether perfect night to walk amongst the graves in the town cemetery. I don't know what exactly it is about graveyards that attract me so much. They just call out to me, beckon me like some long lost lover begging to touch me again. Sometimes the urge to go to the cemetery, to give in to it's calling, is stronger than other times. Tonight happens to be one of those nights. Truthfully, I've never felt the desire so strongly as I have been feeling it tonight. So, I've decided to go on the local vampire tour, which I know will lead me directly through the cemetery. It's nearly 8pm now. I'm waiting with about seven other people at the cemetery gates for the tour guide to show up. Most of the people waiting around are tourists. Sometimes there are two or three other Goths taking the tour too. However, I'm the only Goth girl here tonight. The guide finally arrives and calls everyone's attention as he prepares to begin the tour. I tune his words out of my head and start to become impatient to enter the gates. Just when I think my impatience will over-rule my actions, he opens the gates and we all begin to enter the cemetery. I immediately feel at home. My impatience is gone, but my desire continues to build. As we pass the grave stones, my hand yearns to reach out to caress the cool stone texture. I can't seem to help myself. I begin to walk slower, and slower. Never taking my eyes off of the rows of graves that I walk past. Until finally I stop, almost completely oblivious to the fact that I am now way behind the tour group. As if I am in a trance, my feet start to lead me off of the main path and into the rows of graves. I hold my hand out and lightly run my fingers across the names engraved into the headstones as I continue my slow daze-like walk. The wind blows past me, caressing my entire body in the most erotic way I have ever felt. Every hair on my body stands on end. My nipples harden so suddenly that it almost feels as though an electric current is surging through my body. My legs tense slightly as I feel my pussy become wet. I have become completely engulfed in desire. Suddenly, I become possessed with the burning desire to cum. Turning to find a nice stone plot I can sit on, I notice a newly visited plot with four floral arrangements left standing next to it. "Perfect." I whisper just under my breath as I make my way towards it. I take a deep breath as I climb onto it. Closing my eyes briefly, I breath in the unique smell of decay all around me. I pull a carnation from one of the arrangements as I place my foot onto the grave, leaving the other to dangle freely off the side of the plot. Subconsciously I must have known I was going to do this because this was the one night I didn't wear my fishnets or my g-string. Playfully, I lightly trace my ankle with the bud of the flower. Then, slowly, I glide the bud up my calf, past the under side of my knee, along my slightly quivering thigh. Teasing myself, I try to prolong the sensation. I glide the bud slower as my aching pussy craves to be stroked by the soft silky petals of the flower in anticipation. I couldn't prolong it for much longer. Before I knew it my body began to tremble ever so slightly with pleasure as the soft petals erotically caressed the slit of wet pussy lips. I turned the flower around and teased my clit with the stem. My pussy became wetter. A soft moan escaped my lips as my eyes rolled back into my head. I ached for something more than this fragile flower could offer me. I wanted to plunge something deep into my wet, hungry twat. Of course I could use my fingers, but these cravings go far beyond anything I have ever experienced and as satisfying as my fingers usually feel, I some how think they just would not be enough to fill the void of my desire tonight. I begin to rub my bare, wanton pussy back and forth on the edge of the plot. Again my eyes roll back into my head as soft moans make their way through my slightly parted lips. I open my eyes, in desperate effort to find something to purge these erotic sensations that are now building up to the point where I am beginning to feel as if they would make me implode were I to wait any longer. Just behind me there is a statue with it's hands held out. I moan trying desperately to hold back these urges long enough to turn myself around. As I scoot closer to the statue, it begins to feel almost as if I am being pulled and it is no longer my own will which leads me towards it. With both of my feet, I thrust my pussy towards it and can not help but moan rather loudly as the stone fingers penetrate my throbbing cunt. With my head thrown back, I begin to thrust my hips up and down. Faster, and harder, and deeper. The waves of pleasure elevate me to extreme orgasmic delight. My nipples are so hard they almost begin to hurt. My soaking wet pussy continues to thrust faster, faster, harder, deeper, craving more and more. I rip the top of my dress open in pure animalistic desire exposing my breasts to the cool night air. The wind whips past me again, caressing my body, my bare breasts, and dripping pussy like some invisible force taking full advantage of the opportunity to ravage me. I can hold back no longer! With the next thrust onto the stone fingers I cum profusely. I can feel it dripping, trickling down my legs. My body shudders as I slide my saturated cunt off of the stone fingers and lower my body completely onto the stone plot which supports me. I lay there trembling from the erotic sensations which ran rabid over my entire body for what seemed like hours. It wasn't until the dawn began to creep across the sky that I lifted myself, still bare and exposed, off of the plot. I pulled myself, and what was left of my clothes together. I looked to the statue and smirked as I spoke in jest: "Was it good for you?" The whole way home I could think of nothing but the events of last night and somehow thought to myself that this would not be the last time I paid the cemetery a visit....
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