0 comments/ 18234 views/ 2 favorites Love Among the Headstones Ch. 1 By: Bacomicfan Derrick wondered if picking up a hitchhiker would be such a good idea. He normally frowned on such things, but when he saw the woman on the side of the road, shuffling along sadly in her flowing white dress, he felt an unaccustomed twinge of pity. Why he felt pity he had no idea, for though she seemed sad she was beautiful and didn't seem the type to need anyone's pity. Still, something about her made him pull the car over to the side of the road. "Hi, I'm Claryssa." she said as she opened the door and peered in at him. Her lush lips formed a smile, but behind that smile something was missing. Derrick couldn't help feeling that sadness again, and still didn't know why. "Do you need a ride?" Derrick asked. "Well, I suppose I could use one. I actually just went walking and lost track of time. I guess I've just sort of been wandering about, really...no real destination. Does that sound odd?" Her smile warmed a bit, but still the emptiness showed in her eyes. "No, I sometimes wander aimlessly myself, especially when I need to think about something. But...well...it is kind of dangerous for a woman to be walking around in the dark, even though we are outside town. It's nearly midnight...are you aware of that?" Her eyes immediately saddened, her smile faded. "Is it that late already?" "Maybe you'd better get in and I'll take you home." Derrick offered. "Yeah, I suppose I should." she sighed, and slid her supple form onto the seat alongside him, gathering up the folds of her summery white dress to make sure the door didn't close on them. She looked over at Derrick and smiled weakly. "Ready." was all she said. He stared at her briefly, admiring her natural facial beauty and taking in her figure, trying not to be too obvious about it. She appeared to be in her early twenties...maybe five or six years younger than himself. She was of pale complexion, ample bosomed and curvaceous, obvious even under the loose-fitting dress. Her hair was long and tightly curled, that and her complexion giving Derrick the impression that she might be of Irish descent. In any event, she was a joy to behold, in spite of her sadness. The unintentional pouting of her full lips gave her a sensuality above and beyond her overall physical attractiveness. Just looking at her made him feel good. He just wished she wasn't so sad. "Well, where to?" he asked. She started to answer, then hesitated, finally saying, "Claireyville...Olmstead Road. It's not too far. Do you know where it is?" "Well, I know where Claireyville is, but when we get there you'll have to point me toward Olmstead Road. Wow...you really did wander quite a ways. You must've been walking for hours! Are you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine," she smiled, "I just have alot on my mind." The next ten or fifteen minutes were spent in silence. Derrick couldn't help occasionally glancing over at Claryssa, admiring her. He found himself completely enchanted by her. And, as they resumed their conversation, he felt she was cheering up a bit. She was becoming more animated and her smile was beginning to seem genuine, as if the sadness had been pushed aside for the time being, if not for good. As they chatted happily, Claryssa seemed not only to be cheery, but she even became flirtatious. When Derrick said something that made her laugh, she'd lean over and rub her hand on his thigh as she chuckled. Often when she smiled at him, there was a definite twinkle in her eyes. Yes, she was flirting with him...and he was not only enjoying it, but reciprocating. Their conversation became more openly sexual, with bawdy jokes and lusty innuendo becoming the norm. Claryssa took to licking her lips alot, and being obvious about it. Derrick was getting very warm and even turned on the air conditioner. He could tell by the look in Claryssa's eyes that she knew she was getting to him. And that knowledge made her bolder. She turned in her seat, leaning her back against the door. She kicked off her shoes and slipped one bare foot up under Derrick's pantleg, gliding it up his calf. The other foot she plopped on his lap, her heel nudging the growing bulge it found there. She playfully wiggled her crotch-bound foot while the toes of her other foot slid up and down through the hairs on his calf. The bulge expanded...and Claryssa giggled approvingly. "What's this?" she teased, "Is this for me?" Flustered, Derrick smiled and said, "You had me worried for awhile there. When I first picked you up you seemed really down. It would appear you've cheered up quite a bit." "You're the reason for that. I just feel so vibrant and alive with you...you're not at all like the company I'm usually forced to keep." Briefly, the sadness clouded her lovely face, but it quickly disappeared again. Claryssa pulled her legs back over to her side of the seat, ending her footplay, and got to her knees on the seat. She slithered over to Derrick and pressed herself against his body, her right hand stroking his chest and her left playing in his hair. She leaned so that her lips were near his ear and she blew into it. This was quickly followed by her tongue, which barely grazed all around the outside of his ear, and flicked serpent-like into it. Her lips then captured his earlobe and sucked it...her right hand by now having found it's way to the spot where her heel had been earlier. Derrick found himself straining to concentrate on the road. Claryssa's hands, lips and tongue teased Derrick for another several minutes. When he noticed his driving skills had deteriorated badly, and his veering and swerving was beginning to scare even himself, he told her she'd better stop if she wanted them both to survive. She stopped, but her pouting lips showed her displeasure at doing so. Not willing to give up, she leaned again into him, but instead of tasting his ear, she whispered in it. "You know, we're almost to Claireyville. I'd really like to show my appreciation for you giving me this ride. And I know the perfect place to show my gratitude. It's private, it's quiet and it's out in the open...but it might be a little bit...well, kinky." Then, as she made her voice thick with lust, she whispered, "Are you willing to try something a little different?" "I'm almost afraid to ask," he said. This woman had certainly come a long way since he first saw her despondent face on the road several miles back. "What did you have in mind?" "Well," she cooed, one hand reaching between his legs again, "I've always wanted to have sex in a graveyard in the middle of the night...and, as luck would have it, there just happens to be one coming up shortly on the right. What do you say...are ya game...lover?" Derrick was unsure whether or not he should laugh. He simply sat there, staring at Claryssa with the dumbfounded beginnings of a laugh plastered on his face, the suspended outburst waiting for its cue. It never came. Claryssa was stone-faced... dead serious. "Uh...Claryssa...you're kidding, right? I mean, a graveyard? I've done some kinky stuff in my time, but...a cemetery? Weeds and dirt and, well, dead people? Don't you find it just a tad disrespectful to - y'know, do it - where people are trying to get their eternal rest? I mean, you are kidding, right?" Claryssa's succulent mouth once again transformed...from smiling to softly pouting. That change caused Derrick to feel that he'd somehow hurt her, and he rebuked him- self for it. She obviously had enough sadness in her life. But as he watched her lips shift from smile to frown, his gonads sent a testosterone rush to his brain and he found himself wishing she were doing other things with those pouting lips. But still... a graveyard? "I disagree with you completely," those lips revealed. "I think a cemetery is a perfect place to make love. Think about it. All those poor people are dead. I think that having sex near them like that would be a welcome change for them. If you were dead, wouldn't you relish two lovers rolling around on your grave, giving each other pleasure? What could be more life-affirming than having sex? Don't you think that after years - even decades - of boring sleep in a moldy box that the dead would wel- come two lovers exploring each other's heated bodies directly overhead? Don't you think the dead would be thrilled to experience the desires and passions of life once more...even if only for a few fleeting hours?" Derrick was numb. He had no idea Claryssa would feel so passionate about it. He certainly couldn't find fault with her logic. In fact, when Claryssa leaned in again to nibble his ear and massage his crotch, her logic sounded damn good! His mind was trying to come up with all sorts of negatives to a tryst in a graveyard, but Claryssa's hand was squeezing testosterone out of his loins and his circulatory system took care of the rest, spreading the hormone directly to the reasoning centers of his brain, subsequently shutting them down. Yes, sex in a graveyard was looking like a perfectly sensible thing to do! And after the car tried twice to go off the road, once on each shoulder, Derrick decided that cemetery sex would probably be the only thing that could keep him alive tonight. "Well", Derrick sighed the words as Claryssa licked his neck, "you make a valid point, lovely lady. Who am I to fly in the face of such logic?" And as Claryssa's hand slowly lowered the zipper of his jeans and then entered the opening caused by that lowering, Derrick gasped, "Well! If the dead want to see some action tonight, I'd feel terrible if we just drove on by and denied them that! What kind of people would we be to cheat them out of a chance like this? I say let's find that cemetery and make some dead folks very happy...how 'bout you, Claryssa?" Claryssa's only reply was, "Just in time, Romeo...Eternal Rest Cemetery is just around this bend up ahead...on the right. Slow down or you'll miss it." To which Derrick answered..."Honey, there's no way in hell I'm gonna miss that turn." Even so, he almost did miss it. It was pitch black in this obviously rustic area. If the car's headlights hadn't briefly glinted off the crumbling gate, he might have passed by Eternal Rest Cemetery and then had to turn around and try again. But, instead, he steered the car off the main road and up the bumpy dirt path leading into Eternal Rest. As the tires bounced and spewed rocks, the headlights danced on the rusted metal of the gate, the jail-like doors of which were open like outstretched arms inviting in all weary souls. Derrick drove through the gate and entered the home of the dead. "Go up that way." Claryssa pointed up a hill to the left, and Derrick followed the fork that led up to where her finger indicated. "Oh, choosy about your graveyard play areas, are ya?" "No" she smiled, "just seems like a nice area, and it's high enough up that we'll be able to see the sun rise after we've made love." Derrick looked at the car clock. Eleven forty-eight. "Sunrise, huh? After we make love? So you're planning on a regular sexual marathon, are you? If we make love from now until dawn, I might not be in any shape to see it. In all likelihood, I'll be in a coma!" "I have ways of keeping a man's attention", Claryssa sighed, her hand still busy in his jeans. And Derrick could only agree. At the top of the hill, he pulled the car over to the side of the pathway and waited to see what Claryssa suggested next. When he looked at her, she was looking just off to the right, to an area where moonlight had broken through the oppressing darkness and bathed the ground in bright white light. It almost seemed like a beacon, and in an instant Claryssa turned to Derrick and said, "Who are we to defy fate? I'd say that was the spot." She removed her hand from his pants and slid over to the passenger side door, get- ing out of the car, and waited for Derrick, who turned off the lights and ignition and went around the car to stand beside her, busily tucking his shirt back into the fly of his jeans, and zipping them up again (though not knowing why). Unexpectedly, Claryssa flung her arms up around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips, her mouth forcing his open and her tongue attacking his. When she finally pulled her mouth away from his, she looked up at him and said, "God, Derrick, I need you so bad." Derrick smiled, and if any more testosterone had been flowing it woud've literally leaked from his ears. He lifted Claryssa up in his arms, her long white dress billowing in a slight breeze. When she locked her arms around his neck, Derrick buried his face in her bosom, his lips adoring her breasts as he carried her to the moonlit spot. He looked up only enough to see where he was going as his lips kept busy on her luscious mounds, eager to intrude beneath her dress and capture her erect and succulent nipples. It wasn't her weight that made that dash to the moon- light difficult, for she was slim and feather light. Rather, it was roaring erection he had that hindered his progress, being tightly imprisoned in his jeans as he hurried to their chosen trysting spot (leading him to believe he should've just left himself unzipped after all when he'd gotten out of the car). Emerging from an area of near total darkness, they left the old, gnarled graveyard trees behind as they entered the bright but cool moonlight...their spotlight...the place where they'd give the dead a taste of life again...of lust and passion and desire...if only for one night. Derrick set Claryssa down on her feet. The grass was soft and well-tended, odd for such an out-of-the-way cemetery, but they were both grateful for it. As he set her down, Derrick noticed that Claryssa's feet were still bare. She must've left her shoes in the car. It didn't matter - he didn't think she'd be standing for very long. They gazed into each other's eyes, locked in a visual embrace. Their arms encircled one another, and the kissing began. Their kisses began slow but thorough and escalated in intensity...becoming fiery and passionate. Their lips mashed together ferociously, and soon both of them buckled to their knees. They felt soft earth beneath them, and cool dry grass. Just beside them, not three feet away, three grave- stones watched impassively. The dead were preparing to experience the passion of the living for the first time in probably many years. As their lips seared each other with more and more heat, their hands tore at clothing and fondled and caressed flesh. Claryssa unbuttoned and removed Derrick's shirt in the blink of an eye, and likewise Derrick made quick work of Claryssa's flimsy dress, which yielded easily and dropped quickly once the straps had been lifted off of her arms. Beneath the light dress, Claryssa was naked and beautiful. Derrick sat back, stroking her milky skin with admiring hands as she began again on the fly of his pants. He then stood up to allow her to remove them, kicking off his shoes. She slid his pants down his legs, and he lifted first one leg, then the other, for the removal of his pants and socks. Claryssa then reached around and grabbed his firm buttocks, and leaned forward to nuzzle and kiss the crotch of his briefs before removing them also. She reached into his briefs with both hands to fondle and explore before allowing herself to see his engorged manhood. She played with his ass and penis before removing his briefs. Then she slid them down his legs very slowly, enjoying the eroticism of the moment, as his hungry erection became visible in all it's pulsating glory. "Now," she whispered, "I'm going to show you my gratitude for the ride home." She stroked his throbbing penis slowly from base to head, gently fondling his tightening testicles with the fingertips of her other hand. His head was swimming as she gripped his shaft tighter and stroked quicker. And he nearly passed out when he felt her soft, warm lips guiding him gently into her hot, wet mouth... End Part I Love Among the Headstones Ch. 2 Claryssa was moaning now, and Derrick's hair was near to being torn out. But he was damned if that would deter him. He slipped his tongue to the bottom of her clit and licked it with more conviction. He inserted his finger all the way into her and then added a second. Claryssa's rhythmic undulations encouraged him...propelled him forward. She was ready... As his fingers pumped in and out of her, he added a third finger. She gasped...and sighed. Fingers probing and pleasing her, his mouth now took her clit captive. He held it between his lips and let his tongue push and flick at it. He sucked gently but firmly, letting her reactions tell him to go forward or back off. All systems were go, so he sucked harder on her clit. His fingers slid deep inside her and moved freely about in her canal. He almost lifted her off the ground with the pumping of his hand inside her...and his tongue now suckled her clit like a pup suckling it's mother's teat. And it was all systems go for liftoff. With several forceful bucks and a moan of pure ecstasy, Claryssa finally achieved orgasm. Derrick continued to lick, suck and pump throughout, and she heaved and bucked for several minutes. She had a death grip on his hair, and pulled his face into her crotch even as she pushed her crotch savagely into his face. His face was her prisoner, and she bucked against it with animalistic passion and lust. Derrick's hands had lost their grip on her lips and inside her, and were now holding onto her clenching cheeks for dear life. Claryssa's thigh muscles tightened on Derrick's head and held him firmly in place. He had no choice but to ride it out, and pray she didn't snap his neck. From all indications, it was one helluvan orgasm! When her bucking stopped, and her screams subsided, Claryssa was able to some- what relax. Her hips and thighs, which had been well off the ground with Derrick's head between them, slowly relaxed and lowered themselves back to the soft folds of the spread out dress. Derrick's head went with them, unable to release itself until her thighs had relaxed a bit more. When he was able to exit his head from between Claryssa's thighs, Derrick, beside himself with glee, looked up at her to see her lying there holding her head, with her hands covering her eyes. A soft touch on her thighs proved them to still be vibrating, though slowly returning to normal. He watched her happily, patiently waiting for her pulse and breathing to also return to normal. She could only lie there, exhausted, with her hands over her face. Then, she spoke... "Oh...my...where did you learn how to do that? I'm not going to be able to move for a week!" "Glad you liked it. Hey, I just wanted to return the favor for what you did for me." "Well, that you did," she sighed, "that you did." After a few minutes, Claryssa was able to sit up. Her smile beamed like a beacon at Derrick. He went over to her and sat behind her, straddling her with his legs so that she sat between them. He encircled her with his arms and kissed her neck and shoulders. He squeezed her tightly. She sighed and leaned back, craning her neck to kiss him on the mouth. They kissed tenderly for several minutes, then Claryssa turned around, sitting on his lap facing him. Their eyes met...and once again em- braced. "What time is it?" Claryssa asked. "Hmm...got a hot date? It's about twenty after two. Do you need to get home?" She laughed at that and said, "All in good time. Let's just enjoy each other, ok?" "Fine by me," Derrick pushed through smiling lips. "Tell me, Derrick, is that fine tool of yours down for the count, or does it have life left in it?" "Couldn't you tell when I was kissing your luscious body before? It's pumped and ready for more. Have something in mind?" "Of course...what do you think? It's been a long time since I've had a hot lover like you, and I intend to take full advantage of it. Besides, this graveyard sex really gets me hot. And just think of the fun we're giving the natives here." "Well...uh...yeah, right. Sure...whatever you say." Before he could say another word, Claryssa leaned forward, kissed him passionately, and began to rub her crotch against his. When her tongue slipped yet again into his eager mouth, his penis began to throb a steady beat, and it rose to greet her still slick love nest. Claryssa pushed him down onto his back, lifted herself up and then impaled her bush on his engorged head and shaft. They both gasped, she from pleasure, he from surprise. And with lust in her eyes, Claryssa began to slide herself up and down along Derrick's proud and stalwart soldier... Love Among the Headstones Ch. 3 After the initial shock, Derrick adapted nicely to Claryssa's surprise attack on his piston. Having been erect throughout his oral worshipping of her body, he was more than ready for another volcanic eruption...and he was hoping for a two-for-one, both himself and Claryssa's climaxing together. But, to his surprise, Claryssa threw him a curve. Instead of continuing her deliciously building rhythm on his groin...she slowed down. Instead of climbing and descending his shaft, she hovered herself slightly over him and began to rotate herself in a circular motion on his confused member. Thinking at first that this was just an erotic pleasure for her, Derrick enjoyed the unusual feel of it. But, when the humping didn't continue, he looked up at Claryssa, his big head as confused as his little one. "What's up? You getting tired?" he squeezed from his lips. "Right!" she said, grinning wickedly. "I haven't had a good lay in more months than I have fingers, and you think I'm getting tired? Not by a long shot, bucko. No...I just think I'd like to torture you a bit, first." If it was possible, her grin got even wider. "I just want to talk a bit while I play with this wonderful piece of prime beef of yours." "Talk?!!" Derrick gasped. "Talk? Talk...you wanna talk. Are you mad at me for some reason? Have I offended you? You sit on my popsicle and stir him up into a mild frenzy, making him very happy I might add, and then you say you wanna talk. Are you cruel by nature or is it only with me?" Claryssa couldn't help but laugh, though not at Derrick, but rather at his situation. She leaned forward, grabbed his hands, and placed them on her breasts. She smiled warmly now, speaking in a soothing and comforting tone. "I promise I'll make it up to you. This won't take long. In the meantime, while you're listening, you can enjoy these nice soft breasts, and I'll continue to squeeze and play with your 'popsicle' down below. When I finally let you come, even your brain will come out your penis into me. Trust me...I won't let you down." With a poorly suppressed groan of disappointment, Derrick relented...noting that her squirming around on his crotch, and her full, receptive breasts certainly did feel quite nice. If he had to listen to a story during sex, at least he wouldn't lose out in the sensation department. Grinding into his groin and giving his hands all they could handle, Claryssa brought Derrick's besotted mind back to earth. "Ok, you remember in the car," she panted, enjoying his erection deep inside her, "when you asked me if I was Irish?" "Mmmm-hmmmm" was about all he could muster. "Well, you're right. I am. My last name's Callahan. I'm Irish to the core, though you'd never know it except for my complexion and hair. I do look Irish, but I don't sound it, do I?" "Um...no...but that doesn't mean anything." His head (the big one) was swirling with the feel of her on him, and he was baffled as to where this conversation could possibly be going. Still, she felt good...so he'd bide his time. "Well, you also remember when you sounded reluctant to have sex in a graveyard that I kind of went off on a little tirade about it?" "Yeah," he puffed as she slid up and down on him again briefly, "I did kind of wonder why you were so adamant about it." "Well, my parents were always very much into showing their affection openly. By the way, Sean and Mary were their names...can't get much more Irish than that, now can you?" She continued without expecting or waiting for a reply. "You see, my mother and father loved each other immensely. Always hugging and kissing each other no matter who was around. You could see the love in their eyes when they looked at each other." Derrick patiently listened, played with Claryssa's erect nipples, and joined her moving hips with his own, content to wait out the story and then enjoy her body yet again. He felt she was definitely worth the wait. Claryssa puffed out her story while gyrating on his abdomen and rubbing his arms as his hands fondled her breasts. "My parents were very sexual...and they made love all the time. When I was in my late teens, and I had those special talks with mom, her face would glow whenever she talked about sex with dad. She'd get wistful and blush like a schoolgirl...but she'd sigh just thinking about it. She told me that sex with dad made her feel whole, as it had with no other man before. She knew the two of them were meant to be together the first time they made love. They made each other complete." Claryssa stopped her tale briefly to lean forward, putting her breasts as close to Derrick's lips as possible without sliding off of him. He took the cue and leaned forward to taste their sweetness as he'd done earlier. He fondled, licked and kissed her luscious orbs, his erection swelling larger inside her. She writhed a bit harder on that erection and started to slide up and down it again. Letting Derrick enjoy her breasts, she continued her story. "One night during one of our sex talks, mom said that the one thing she'd miss most when she got too old, or if either of them died, would be the sex. She said she just couldn't conceive of an eternity without sex. She said that it was such an important part of their lives that the thought of it not existing for them anymore was the worst possible fate she could imagine...worse than death itself. And, to hear her tell it, dad felt the same. To them, sex was life...and life without sex wasn't life at all. A bit simplistic and single-minded, I suppose, but that's the way they felt. And I certainly can't fault them for that." Derrick was still orally adoring her globes, his hands gently caressing her sides, but his eyes had moved upwards to look into hers. Her story was now grabbing his attention almost as much as her luscious form was. The look in her eyes while she spoke moved and, strangely, excited him. Seeing his attention to her tale, Claryssa hooked her heels around and under Derrick's thighs, so that when she leaned forward his hips came with her and she didn't slide off his member. When her face came near, he removed his mouth from her breasts to allow the passionate kiss she gave to him. The kiss lingered, and progressed into lip sucking and total oral exploration. But, slowly, Claryssa sat back up, feeling the need to finish her story. "So anyway," she huffed, looking up at the moonlit night and bounding a bit harder on his pulsating love muscle, "when my parents both died in a car accident shortly after my twentieth birthday..." The revelation stunned Derrick. Although Claryssa still bounced on his steaming groin, he stared up at her. All he could say was, "My God...I...I'm so sorry." "Thanks, but it's not a problem, really. It was over eleven years ago. I've learned to live with it. But, the point I'm trying to make is that when they died I got to thinking about what mom said...how people live their lives loving each other so intensely, and then when they die there's only...well...nothingness. I realized that if I was dead and buried I'd want somehow, some way, to experience the thrill of sex again...of intensely living life. My mom outright said it was the one thing she'd miss most of all the things life had to offer. Thinking about it, I have to agree. I know it's kinky, but it was shortly after their deaths that I started fantasizing about sex in a graveyard. I'm sorry, Derrick. I hope I haven't weirded you out. I just wanted you to know where I'm coming from on this. I guess I just don't want you to think I'm too twisted." Derrick looked deeply into her lovely eyes and said softly, "Claryssa...while the idea of sex in a cemetery may seem outwardly odd, I can see how the idea could come to you. I don't think you're weird at all. And, what you're trying to do, give the dead back a brief taste of life and passion...that's really commendable. And, y'know what? I hope when I'm buried somewhere that someone like you does just that for me...gives me a brief but welcome taste of passion and lust. If I die before you, you have my permission to find my grave and have all the sex there you want. And I mean that." With that, he sat up and embraced her...kissing her lips tenderly and gently stroking her face. It appeared that she might start to cry, with a tiny droplet just beginning to form on the corner of her eye, but Derrick's thumb deftly swiped it away before it had a chance to grow and trickle down her beautiful face. They kissed long and hard. "So, you really don't think I'm a nutcase?" "Not by a long shot...if you are, then I'm a card carrying member, too. But I think we're both just fine. Now, what do you say we give these folks a long overdue taste of the fieriest passion we can muster? Let's give them enough lust and sex to last them a long, long time. Who knows when they'll get this chance again." Claryssa smiled widely. Her embrace was like a stranglehold, but it was the most delicious pain Derrick had ever felt. Derrick got up on his knees, being careful not to let her slip off of him...or do any damage to his muscle in the transition. She still sat on his lap, but instead of lying down, he was now on his knees, leaning back to still give her groin maximum access to his. She sat on him with her knees and calves braced against the ground. Touching, kissing, facing each other locked in embrace, they made passionate love. Derrick and Claryssa kissed heatedly as she slid up and down on his pounding, thrusting cock. Her nest was dripping with desire. Derrick had accepted her, and her unusual fantasy, wholeheartedly and now nothing would abate her escalating passion. She intended to give him the orgasm of a lifetime...even better than her earlier oral servicing had given him. Her passion was such that she nipped at his lips while kissing him, she bit his tongue while sucking it, and her crushing kisses nearly dislodged his teeth. She had both arms around his neck, and was mashing her face into his...her mouth insistent on devouring his...and every other part of his face. Her tongue was thrust into his eagerly accepting mouth, and she had such a tight grip on his head he couldn't have refused it if he'd wanted to. Neither of them could breathe much, but then, neither of them cared. Derrick was beginning to understand the passion that Claryssa's parents had felt for one another...for here it was in the flesh. He'd never experienced such burning kisses before, such non-stop and non-apologetic lust. Claryssa's hands and mouth were all over him. On the few occasions she opened her eyes long enough for him to see them, they were glazed with passion and desire. She bounded atop his penis as though bucking a bronco...with wild abandon. Intermittently, she'd stop bouncing, push her soaked nest hard into his groin, and gyrate on his throbbing erection, forcing the head and upper third of his shaft to probe and push against her sweet inner walls. But never did her kisses stop...except briefly when a moan escaped parted lips. Derrick squeezed her buttocks hard, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, forgetting himself in his passion. Although she was doing just fine by herself, his hands helped move her bottom up and down on his thighs, and those very same thighs sprung up and down to match her rhythm. He returned her passionate kisses, his tongue searching her mouth with desire to equal her own. And they pumped together like that for what seemed an eternity. Suddenly, Claryssa took her legs from their position on the laid out dress and lifted them, encircling Derrick's waist with them, clasping them together at the ankles behind him. To compensate, Derrick sat up a little more, held her firmly by the waist with one arm, and placed the other under her bottom. He pumped savagely into her as she tenaciously rode his muscle. Then she sprung another surprise on him. She clenched the muscles of her pussy tightly around him and squeezed. The hungry tightness of it nearly made him come right then and there, but he held on. The two of them were now bucking like unbroken steeds. Both had finally stopped kissing and their faces were aimed skyward, mouths open, moaning loudly. Their bucking was so hard that at one point, Claryssa almost became dislodged from Derrick, but they were both so wet that she slid immediately and easily slid safely back onto him. Derrick, having been aroused since he ate her, climaxed first. He growled with pleasure at the most explosive orgasm he'd had in years. He pumped furiously be- tween her sensually clenching muscles. His seed bursting into her was the final sensation she needed to have her own orgasm. With a heart-stopping gasp and a howl at the sky, Claryssa likewise set free her own sexual fluids. They continued to buck and moan for several minutes, even after their orgasms subsided. Slowly, their bodies were able to return to normal. Their clinging arms, and Claryssa's legs, were able to relax and dislodge from each other. They breathed normally again. Claryssa slipped herself off Derrick's still throbbing manhood, and they both slumped onto the soaked dress. They lay on their backs for a few minutes, regaining bodily control and composure. Both were smiling satisfied smiles, eyes still glazed. Eventually, they looked at one another, and then Derrick rolled onto his side and moved next to Claryssa. They kissed tenderly, stroking each others faces and searching each others eyes. Both now understood what Claryssa's mother had meant about passion and sex and the lust for life. It was something Derrick had never really understood before...but now it was crystal clear to him. After quite awhile of warm kisses and gentle stroking, the two of them curled up together on that flowing white dress. They dozed briefly here and there, always waking at the same time, and always with their eyes instantly finding each other. Finally, a more deep sleep came over them, and they awoke some time later spooned together, Derrick's arms wrapped around Claryssa. The horizon was just beginning to turn purple and pink, heralding the dawn. "Gonna be dawn soon," Derrick mumbled in a sleepy haze, "maybe we should get going so some poor attendant doesn't get the shock of his life." "Well," Claryssa said quietly," I have to find a ladies room first. I'm about to burst." Derrick chuckled and watched her sleepily as she got up, gathered the dress up off the ground and slipped it over herself, stained and soiled as it was. She bent and kissed her index finger and placed it to his lips. He kissed it tenderly, and she smiled. He rolled onto his back to watch her as she literally flowed toward a group of trees, presumably for privacy. She turned once to look back at him, waved, smiled, and blew him a kiss...then disappeared into the protection of the trees. Derrick smiled, shut his eyes, and drifted... As he succumbed to overdue sleep, as if in a dream, he heard Claryssa's voice, distant and softly echoing, saying "Thank you, Derrick, my love. And my parents thank you, too." When his eyes opened, dawn was in full progress. The sky was pink and blue, and though it was still not bright, long shadows were beginning to creep from their makers to escape the approaching light. Claryssa had seemingly been gone quite some time. Derrick sat bolt upright, slightly apprehensive now. He felt a prickling of the hairs on the back of his neck, though the morning was warm. Fearing discovery by the cemetery caretaker, and upset at Claryssa's disappearance, Derrick quickly dressed, brushing the dirt and grass out of his clothes as he replaced each article back in it's proper place. It was when he leaned on one of the headstones to slip on his left shoe that the true chill played along his spine. For there on that cold, gray, chipping and cracking stone were the words: Sean B. Callahan "Loving Husband & Father" Feb.7, 1944 - June 25,1987 Sweating even through his chill, Derrick forced his eyes to look at the headstone immediately to the right of the one containing that numbing caption. He knew what he would see, but had to look anyway. As expected, it said: Mary C. Callahan "Proud Wife & Mother" April 15, 1947 - June 25,1987 Now it was all clear to Derrick...what this night was all about. Claryssa had given her parents the passion and life, if only fleeting, that she felt in her heart they must need more than anything. She gave them what, in her mind, might give them some form of peace...maybe hope even...that their eternity of rest didn't have to be totally devoid of the passion they so enjoyed while they lived. Derrick was moved almost to tears...having to fight them back, rubbing his cheeks and eyes. There was more. A coldness like he'd never experienced before crept into him as he realized that there were three headstones side by side here...and he desperately did not want to look at the third. Not being able to fight back the tears any longer, he forced himself to look at the cold, gray surface: Claryssa M. Callahan "Beloved & Loving Daughter" June 18,1967 - Aug 15, 1998 As he slowly shuffled back to his car, head downcast, the tears flowed freely. He had neither the will nor desire to stop them. He was barely able to navigate the hill on his weak and wobbly legs. His mind reeled and the practical side of him said that this must all have been some weird dream or hallucination. Of Claryssa there was no trace...so it must have been some odd dream. He must have pulled off the road, though why into this cemetery he had no clue, and fallen asleep. Then he simply fell victim to sleepwalking, ending up by those headstones. But such an elaborate dream... A woman having sex with him on her parents graves he could fathom, but a ghost seducing him? No, that simply wouldn't do. It was all a dream. It had to be. But, right now, he was too tired. He'd sort it out later. He needed to get away from this place...and fast. Before opening the car door, he leaned against the car, needing it's support. A few hours of sleep...that would fix all of this. He'd be back to normal. He could put this weird night behind him. He needed the real world, that was all. He regained his com- posure and opened the door, capturing his keys from his pants pocket. He sat with a thud on the comfortable seat...and sat back and sighed. As he ran his fingers through his hair, he caught sight of something in the passenger side floor. Focusing, he realized that this hadn't been a dream at all. It was very real. There, one next to the door and the other partially under the seat, was a pair of white women's shoes...Claryssa's...the ones she'd kicked off to tease his leg and crotch while he drove. At first he chilled at the sight. But then something slowly worked its way into his mind. Something warm and sweet. He remembered when he began to drift off at the grave site that Claryssa's voice had thanked him. She'd thanked him for herself, and for her parents. But, in that last tiny moment before he'd succumbed to sleep, there was something more. The words tinkled in his mind like the sweetest of wind chimes. After she'd thanked him, he could swear she said, "And please, my love, please come back..." Derrick's confusion and sadness ended right then and there. Looking down at those discarded shoes, he smiled. His heart warmed even as the day did. He started the car and began the drive out of the cemetery. Hell, he thought, even a ghost needs her shoes...and as he pulled out between the yawning, rusty gates, he proclaimed out loud, "You're very welcome, Claryssa...and you bet...I'll be back - very, very soon."