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The Grave

By: wickedmystery



I stretched and got up, dragging my leather jacket behind me as I headed out the door. It was cold, for an April day, and my thin t-shirt and jeans wasn't going to cut hanging out on the top of a hill with a cutting wind going. I turned the key and the music pounded around me, I needed it. It had been too long since I had been myself, I glanced in the mirror, my eyes rimmed in copper, my hair down. I wasn't his witch anymore. I looked….unsettlingly normal. From velvet, leather and lace to tie dye, white cotton and jeans, it was a strange metamorphosis I went through. I shifted through the gears and smiled as I traveled roads I had once known and loved so well, I shifted into fifth gear and pressed the pedal to the floor, loving the feel of being so reckless, yet so in control. It made the trip a short one, and I pulled into the cemetery, pausing to flick the remote to a softer, more somber song. Respect for those that had walked among us, and those that still lingered close when we came to seek solace in their memory.

I parked next to the mausoleum and found the marker for my beloved friend, tracing my fingertips over the letters carved into the cold stone. It sent chills up my spine. The sun was setting, and I was alone here still, in the silence of a place forgotten. I went to my car and got out my bag, lingering on the way the sun looked sinking into the hills, this was home, after all. I unpacked the blanket, and spread it out before the spot where that name was carved, taking out a single candle and lighting it. This was for the old days. I fell silent, letting the wind caress my shoulders and feeling my nipples harden under the t-shirt. I wanted to feel like that stone, chilled and silent. I was thinking about things and watching the flame of the candle dance when he walked up behind me. I hadn't heard him coming, and even though I had been expecting him, his touch made me jump.

"Afraid of the dark, are you?" I loved the way his voice wrapped around words. This tall, dark eyed boy who I didn't really know. I let the world still around me and sneaked a look at his aura, it was a beautiful thing, vibrant teal and yellow, tinged with crimson. I liked it, liked the energy of him. Simple as that. He nodded to the name and took a seat beside me, and when his hand brushed mine, all I could think was how warm he was, despite the chill wind. How alive, and unafraid, untouched by the cold of nature, of death.

"Never afraid. What have we to fear but fear itself?" I smiled and dug in the pockets of my jacket beside of me for the flask I'd brought out of traditions sake. I opened it, and took a slow drink, letting the brandy slide down my throat and enjoying the burn of it. I passed it to him, watching as he drank, noticing how the liquid clung to his lips. He smiled, and I leaned into him. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to hear him talk, and he indulged me, talking about everything and nothing until the sky was black, and the stars shed what light there was other than the flame of the candle that danced in front of us. I turned to watch him talk, and he slid down on the blanket, laying there, gazing at the stars. He was a pretty boy, the term man didn't seem to apply to him. Almost six foot tall, he was on the lean side. His black boots glistened, and his black jeans matched the blanket we were resting on. I noticed his talking had slowed, but I continued my appraisal of him, looking up his lean legs to where his jeans fit snugly and then up to his chest, and the way his shirt was stretched tight across it. I liked the way his hair touched the collar at his nape, and I even liked the way the ring below his lip looked, it suited him, and his dark eyes were watching me when I met his gaze.

"Like what you see?" his voice was uncharacteristically quiet. I nodded and nearly blushed as his eyes took in a similar survey of me. I reach for my jacket beside of us and he grabbed my wrist. " I let you look at me as long as you wanted. What's the matter, are you afraid?" I took a deep breath and shook my head. "I'm not afraid of anything." His fingers gently stroked the inside of my wrist as he held me still, I straightened by shoulders, and held my head up, and straightened my back, daring him.

"Nice, thrust your chest at me." He smiled and I tried my hardest not to blush. I knew my nipples were already hard from the chill, but I was feeling so warm suddenly and when his eyes lingered on my shirt, I reach for the flask and took another swallow, grateful for the distraction. His hand left my wrist and went to my shirt, he tugged it softly up, and then his fingertips gently tweaked the gem at my navel. "So you do have it, I thought you were bluffing." He tugged at the barbell playfully.

"I never bluff." It wasn't the whole truth, but it was what I was feeling. I had had enough of his scrutiny, and enough of being remorseful for the past. I reach out and traced the name on the stone in front of us, and then turned to him. I leaned down over him, and hesitated only a second before brushing his lips with mine. I licked his lower lip and he wrapped his arms around me, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I think time stopped as his tongue dueled with mine. I felt his grip tighten and he rolled me beneath him, I laid back, breathless. He started to say something, but I brought my fingertip to his lips, not now, not some meaningless chatter, is what I hoped to imply. He simply nodded and his hands slid over me, to the edge of my shirt. When he slid his hands underneath it, I couldn't help but sigh, his hands were no longer so warm, and the chill caused me to shiver. He played with me, tracing patterns over the skin my skimpy bra didn't cover, and only now and again lingering over my nipples that were all too obvious despite the thin bra and shirt. Every time he happened to stroke one, I had to bite my tongue not to moan. I heard him laugh, a deep rich sound. "Like that, do you?" I heard the words and closed my eyes, I straightened up, and tugged the shirt up, and off, letting it fall where it would. His hands beat me to the clasp of my bra. It came free and he pulled if off quickly. He tossed it aside, and cupped my breasts in his hands. He played with my nipples until I couldn't help but whimper and close my eyes to enjoy the cold air and his only slightly warmer hands. He pinched at one slightly and I gasped. I pushed upwards against his hands, and felt his mouth close around my right nipple, his tongue flicked across me and I had to shift the way I was sitting. I let myself fall back, pulling him with me as his mouth suckled on me. I moaned as he pinched my other nipple while biting the one fastened in his mouth before switching sides. I arched to meet his mouth, gasping when his teeth bit down. I wanted him so badly, and when I opened my eyes, I was looking at a tombstone only ten feet from where we were. I smiled wickedly, and thought of something I'd read about a man looking from his window to see a hospital, a whorehouse and a cemetery, and saying that was all he need know of life- that he was born, that he knew pleasure and that some day he would rest. 

I tugged his head up, and the cold air sent a shock through the nipple that his mouth had toyed with. I brought his mouth to mine and when I let him free, he was gasping for breath. I pulled his shirt over his head and nipped at his neck, biting at the nape, before trailing kisses down his chest, pausing to lick his nipples, and running my tongue over the definition of his abs, sneaking a hand down over his jeans to feel that he was ready, at my touch he removed my hand and pinned me with my arms above my head. 

"I'm not done playing with you." He smiled and kissed my nipples before trailing down to my navel, he bit at the ring there and then caressed it with his tongue while his hands busied themselves with the button to my jeans, I lifted my hips and let him work them downwards. He gently traced the skin of my hips and smiled in approval at the velvet thong. I shifted, knowing how wet it was, and anticipating his touch. He slid his fingertip along the line of the material and I rubbed my legs together, liking the thrill. I sighed when he slid his hand under the material and liked his gasp of surprise. "Oh, god, how wet." He slid his finger in and shifted, using his other hand to push my legs apart as he slid his finger in and out. I rolled my hips and smiled. He continued with his finger and kissed his way up to cover my mouth. He was breathless, and he whispered at my ear, "I love the way you feel so wet, so slick. If your pussy tastes as good as your nipples do, I'm surely going to enjoy making you scream in pleasure" I gasped as he circled my clit, and ran my hand down towards the button on his jeans. I wanted him. He brushed my hand aside, and slipped back downward, tugging the velvet down and out of his way before kissing his way up my inner thighs, he bit at the top of my left thigh and I gasped. He kissed my mound and then slid his tongue down my slit, I arched towards his tongue, and when he slid his tongue against me, I moaned. 

He grasped my thighs, and held me still as his tongue assaulted my senses, licking, biting, and ever so gently grazing my clit, I looked down to see his eyes focused on my face. So dark, he lifted his mouth a second. "Cum for me, please." He said before his tongue was again licking and teasing me. He nibbled and bit at my tender flesh, and when his tongue encircled my clit, I could have screamed. He sucked it into his mouth. I came then, moaning and whimpering , grasping the blanket. He licked at me until I couldn't take it anymore, and I begged him to stop. He did smiling at me and came up to kiss my lips.

I bit on his lower lip until I tasted blood, and then I broke our kiss, licking my lips. I bit his neck, sucking and nibbling all the way down, working my way down his chest to those damnable jeans. I looked at him, he had his eyes closed. "Stand up, take them off for me, I want to watch you. I want to enjoy seeing you without them." He flushed slightly, and stood, undoing his jeans and pushing them down, stepping out of them, I nodded to him and he pushed his boxers down. I clamped my legs together as I saw him naked and very obviously aroused. Nicely endowed. It was beautiful, the tip glistening with wetness, and standing at attention. I sat up on my knees, and kissed the head lightly, using one hand to encircle his shaft, and letting the other hold his balls, rolling the bare skin gently in my hands. He moaned and I closed my lips around the head, letting my tongue dance over his flesh. I loved the taste of him, salt and sweat . I sucked harder, working down farther along his shaft, setting up a rhythm, making him moan and plead. "Oh, please. Please. Like that. Ah. Oh, god." I knew he was close and he bucked his hips before pushing me away, it was only reluctantly that I let him free from my mouth. 

"I need to be inside of you, I want to cum in that beautiful kitten of yours." That voice, god, what I wouldn't do for him if he asked in that tone. 

I was happy to oblige and I pushed him down on his back, I leaned down to kiss him as I eased his cock into me, I had to watch it enter me, it was so thick .Really, it felt so good to have made him so hard. I sat completely down on him and grinned before settling into riding him. He used his hands to play with my breasts and I moved atop him, cumming on him after only a few good strokes. He rolled me over onto my back, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Give it to me hard and fast." I whispered before biting down on his shoulder and grabbing his ass. He got the message and bucked into me. His hips pounded into me, and I could only whimper and moan. He was breathing hard, and all I could hear was him pounding into me. I tightened my muscles around his cock, and was rewarded by a harsh gasp of "Oh god, do that again and I won't last." I paused a moment to whisper, "Maybe I don't want you to last, I just want you to cum for me." He groaned and his strokes quickened, slamming against me, I bucked up to meet him and let my hands play over his sweat slicked back. To think I had thought it cold. I looked at him, his eyes met mine and I came again. "Oh, god, sooo good." I whimpered before the spasms shook me and left me breathless, I felt him shiver and I struggled to meet him still. He tensed and I clamped down around him, wanting to feel him cum. His body tensed and relaxed and he let himself rest on top of me.

It took a few moments before I could speak, and by then he was already soft inside of me. "Oh, goddess be, that was nice. I think we picked a hell of a location." I giggled and he looked at me sleepily.

"I didn't come here to know you like that." I don't know what he had to prove, we had met to talk, to think about older days, and it was I that ended up wanting him.

"I know, I just, I wanted you." I wriggled against him, liking the way his skin felt. He looked so worried still, who would have thought the boy who liked attracting attention for being a freak would be such a gentle lover. 

"Just making sure, because I want this again. I want you again, and for a much longer time, and in my warm bed, not this graveyard." I laughed and pushed him up, looking for my clothes. He watched me pull everything on, and reluctantly followed suit. 

"That was perfect."

"How?" He looked puzzled.

"What better way to mourn a friend than to experience the pleasure of being alive."

He laughed and grabbed my bag. "Well, if that's the way you feel about it, I'll come back here any time you want the experience."

"Maybe. Just maybe. What is a grave but a bed for all eternity?"

The Gravel Pit



This story is a work of fiction. It only happened in my mind. Name's have been changed to protect the guilty. All person's are over the age of 18.

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The story I am about to relate to you took place several years ago. As I stirred and rolled over in the bed I could see out the window that it was a bright, sun-filled morning. I sat up, slipped out of bed and started getting my clothes on. After getting dressed I headed down the hall-way to the kitchen to get my coffee going. I was really glad to see this day finally arrive. The temperature was supposed to be in the low 70s with lots of sun all day. 

My wife and I had waited thru the long cold winter for this day to finally arrive. You see, my wife and I are nudists and love to get out in the sun, strip and just enjoy the day. My wife had been driving me about crazy the last couple of weeks for it had been sunny but not really very warm and she wanted out of the house. 

About 5 years ago we had started going nude at a local gravel pit that some friends had told us about. We listened carefully as our friends told us about this place and gave us a detailed map of how to get there. My wife looked over at me and said that now that we were empty nesters why not give it a try. 

My wife is a very bold, outgoing and daring lady. She just happens to be very sexy and extra sexual. For being 50 years old she is a very beautiful lady. Many of my friends had told me how they would love the chance to get her into bed to show her a good time. She stands at an elegant 5' 7, 34DD-28-34, long beautiful legs and an ass to die for. She has long, pretty red hair and a smile that lights up the day. Yes, she simply exudes SEX. 

When my wife had first heard about this gravel pit she couldn't wait get up there and find it. It was late on a Sunday afternoon when we got the information so we had to wait until the following Saturday to even think of going. Needless to say, my wife nearly drove me insane all week talking about the gravel pit. 

Thank God, Saturday finally arrived and she was up and very eager to go. She fussed around in the bedroom picking out a light blouse, short shorts, no bra or panties. She looked all over the house and finally found her favorite sandals. She then headed to the kitchen and packed us a lunch. She filled a cooler with ice, lots of soda and bottles of water. She then smiled a big smile at me and told me not to forget the digital camera. We loaded up the Ford with the lunch, the cooler, a couple of blankets, lawn chairs, towels and of course the camera. At last we were on our way to the gravel pit for our first time. 

This gravel pit is located about 35 miles out of town but it takes a while to get there because the road isn't one of the best in the country. All the way up there she talked and talked and talked. I wonder how many people will be there she would say. I hope there aren't any kids up there or I won't go nude. I wonder how many men might be up there. Will there be any other couples up there? Seemed she had a million questions that I had no answer for. 

Finally a little over an hour later we pulled in on a gravel road that wound around the top of the old gravel pit. As we got closer to the edge of the pit you could see down in the bottom and see some water. What she saw next made her mouth drop open and her eyes go wide. She had seen the first two nude guys laying down in the pit near the water soaking up the sun. Oh my God do you see that she asked me. Yes, I told her, they are nude, it is a nude area. 

If you follow the road on around the top and stay to the right you can drop down over the side into the bottom and park right near the water and that is where she wanted to go. After I got parked where she wanted I started getting out the blankets and our lawn chairs. Before I could even get that much out and set up she had stripped nude. As I turned around and looked at her she said for me to get the camera. She said she wanted some pictures taken of our first time being nudists. How could I refuse. I got out the camera and started taking pictures of her. Some of her standing, some in the lawn chair, and few more of her laid out on a blanket and a few of her as she splashed in the water. She was so exited and hyper that she didn't know what she wanted to do next. 

After taking the pictures of her I finally got the chance to get my clothes off. As I sat down in one of the lawn chairs she came over and sat in the other one next to me. We sat and talked about how pretty it was, no wind and so very warm. As we sat and talked a pick-up pulled in and parked a short ways away from us. A man, maybe late 30's or so got out and proceeded to undress right there. My wife just sat and starred at him as he removed his shorts and his rather large cock swung free. 

After undressing he slowly walked down to the water and slipped in and began to swim around. My wife whispered to me about him being such a hunk and so well built. I smiled at her and told her to settle down and close her mouth so she wouldn't get a mouth full of the bugs that were buzzing around. She just smiled but kept looking back and forth at the nude guys. 

A short time later two more pick-ups pulled in with two more couples getting out. One couple was maybe early 30's and the other couple being probably late 40's. As they were getting chairs and coolers out they were undressing and talking. They all said hello to us and to the guy swimming in the water. They all seemed like a very friendly bunch of people.

As we were all talking back and forth the two guys from the other end of the pit wandered over, said hi to the two couples and ended up standing right in front of my wife and I. Both of them were fairly well built, nice tans already but not overly hung in the manly department. Both of the guys said hello and one offered my wife a wine cooler. Mistake number one. You see, when my wife starts drinking she also gets very, very horny. She told the guy thanks and took a couple of large swallows of the cool wine.

As we all talked and got to know each other better the guy in the water came walking up. As he neared us my wife said that she needed to go potty some where. The guy over-heard her and said that he was headed up the hill into the trees to go potty and offered to show her where she could go. She looked at me and gave me a faint smile. I smiled and nodded my ok to her to go ahead and go with him. She got up and they headed up the hill and off into the trees. From where I was sitting I couldn't see over the hill. I figured she should be alright since he seemed like a really nice guy. 

After about 15 minutes or so had gone by I began to wonder where they were. Sure seemed like a long time to take a piss. As I started to get up I could see them coming back over the hill. My wife had huge smile on her face and they were laughing and joking with each other. As they got closer I asked her if she was alright. She laughed, glanced at the guy and said yes, that she was just fine. One of the other single guys laughed and said that maybe next time he could escort her up to the woods. She laughed again and said that she would yell at him to come and help her. Must be an inside joke for I just didn't get it. Little did I know that the first guy did get it in more ways than one.

As my wife sat back down in her chair she let her legs fall apart and the guys started milling around taking looks at her wide open pussy. She had been shaving it smooth except for a top notch for quite some time so I knew what they were looking at. A short time later one of the other single guys said that he needed to head for the woods and wondered if any one else needed to go. My wife immediately said sure, I will go with you. I thought, hell she never goes potty this often at home.

After close to 20 minutes I began to wonder what the hell was taking so long this time. I got up and started up the hill and then over into the woods. I started looking around and couldn't see either one of them any where. I heard a noise off to my left and started slowly walking that way. After a couple of minutes I saw them. I couldn't believe what was going on. I just stood and stared.

There my wife was, bent over forward, holding on to a tree with the guy standing behind her jamming his rock hard cock into that sweet tight pussy of hers. The pussy that up until today I was the only one to ever put a cock in. My breath caught in my throat, I started getting mad and very jealous. We had never done anything like this, hell, we hadn't even talked about anything like this and here she was getting the fucking of her life. She suddenly started yelling for him to fuck her harder, deeper and for him to give it to her good. She told him to fuck her and shoot his cum deep inside her pussy. She said she wanted to show her husband the cum from two different men dripping out of her pussy. 

As he continued to jam his cock in her pussy I turned and headed back down the hill to our lawn chairs. As I was walking down the hill I noticed I had one hell of a hard-on. My little 6" dick was harder than it had ever been in my life. I stood there on the side of the hill and waited for it to ever so slowly go down then continued on down to the chairs. About 10 minutes later I saw the two of them coming down the hill. Once again she had one hell of a smile on her face and was telling him how nice he was. As she got closer to me she told him thankyou for the escort and walked over to the blanket and laid down. 

As she lay down on the blanket she let her legs fall apart with her feet on the blanket and her knees in the air. I could see right into her pussy. It was wide open and very red. I could see the cum leaking out and running down over her butt crack. As I sat and looked at her pussy she looked up at me, smiled, and asked if I liked what what I saw. I was once again angry and jealous but told her yes that I liked it very much. I told her that she was giving me a hard-on and I had to try to keep it down. She looked up at me, smiled, said two down and one more to go! I then knew that she wanted the third single guy to take her up into the woods and fuck the hell out of her. I wondered what the hell I had done by bringing her up here.

About a half hour later the third guy said that he needed to go up and take a piss. My wife immediately said that she needed to go if he would escort her up there. He smiled at her and said sure let's go. He looked over at me and smiled and they headed up the hill. This time I knew what was going to happen. I waited a few minutes and then got up and went up the hill. As I got into the trees I headed to where I had seen her with the last guy. As I got near the area I could see them standing by the same tree. He sure enough was going pee and she was squatted and also peeing. He was looking right at her as she pissed. As he was finishing and still watching her his cock began to get hard. 

He slowly moved to her shaking his cock and stroking it. He offered it to her as she still squatted and she took his cock in her hand. She stroked him for a bit and then licked the head of it. She then slowly started to take it into her mouth. His cock looked to be about the same size as mine but maybe not as big around. She was able to easily take the full length into her mouth. She sucked his cock for maybe about 2 minutes when he told her to stand up and grab the tree that he wanted to fuck her like the other two had. She smiled, stood up and took ahold of the tree. He stepped behind her and just jabbed his cock up into her pussy. She groaned and told him, yes, do it!! I must say that he gave her a good pounding for about 5 or 6 minutes then shot his cum deep up inside her wet pussy. She told him how good it had felt as he shot his cum into her and he said thanks. I left as he was pulling his cock out of her pussy and I headed back to our lawn chairs. 

When they got back down to me she told him thankyou for the escort. He told her that she was welcome and it was all his pleasure. Seemed that she had got a bit of pleasure also! She then looked at me and said that maybe it was time for us to go home. We exchanged goodbyes with everyone and started pick- ing up our belongings and loading up. As we were putting our clothes back on everyone was telling us to be sure to come back up next weekend. In fact to please be sure to come back up every weekend. I wasn't too keen on that idea!!

As we were headed back home my wife started to tell me about the first guy that escorted her up to the woods. She went into detail about how he had hustled her into letting him fuck her. She said that being nude in front of everyone, having the wine cooler and this guy being such a hunk she just couldn't tell him no. She then went on to tell me how she had let all three guys fuck her and how much she enjoyed it. She said that the first guy was the best though. I thought back on how I had missed her fucking that guy. Wish now I could have seen it. I finally told her how I had watched her with the last two guys and how it made me feel. I told her that I was angry and jealous but so horny and hard that I had just stood and watched. She laughed and asked where the camera had been? I choked and said that it had been safe in the Ford. We both laughed at that. 

When we finally got home and unloaded the Ford we were both so horny and hot that we just stripped off our clothes and I started in fucking her right there on the living room floor.

It was a mix of making love and just some pure raw, hard fucking. For the first time since we had been married I ended up fucking her 3 times that night. Each time we would finish we would clean up and talk for a bit. She would then lean over and start playing with me and sucking on me and we would end up fucking again. We were so horny every time we would talk about the gravel pit that week that we would have sex again.

On Friday morning she asked me how I felt about what she had done at the gravel pit. I told her that I was upset that she had not told me what she was going to do with the first guy. I was very jealous of him and her. She said that she had not really meant for him to fuck her but being nude and having drank the wine cooler that she had just got carried away. She said that after she let the first one take her that it seemed only natural to let the other two single guys have her and she couldn't wait.

I told her that after I had watched her with the last two guys I had pretty much got over my mad but was still very jealous and so damn horny but I didn't want to let her know. It had been one hell of a turn on for me. She asked if we (she) could do it again sometime. I said sure as long as she would let me know ahead of time so I could watch her get fucked. She said you bet!!!

We now go up to the gravel pit almost every weekend as long as the weather is pretty. We also take our own supply of wine coolers for her. Sometimes it will only be one guy she goes to the woods with and other times she takes turns with up to 4 different guys during the day. She has turned into one very hot hot-wife and I love it. She gets plenty of of sexing and so do I. I do love my wife!

Next weekend we are going up to a hot-spring that we just learned about. Maybe it will be as hot as the gravel pit has been. By the way, I am now stocking up on wine coolers!

Thank you, matcplnore.



The Grave's No Private Place



"The grave's a fine and private place, 
But none I think do there embrace."

The words of Andrew Marvell echoed around in my head as I thought back to the unlikely events of the previous night. Little did I know then how much those words from a favourite poem would come to resonate with me.....

There were no two ways about it: Mark was the embodiment of everything that attracted me to a man: tall, taut, classically handsome, with an abundant head of lightly salt and peppered hair. His face bore the marks of a man who was a stranger to abstinence, each deep etching around his eyes telling tales of a thousand and one nights spent in a haze of whisky and smoke. His gait was that of a weary cowboy, each foot barely leaving the ground as he propelled himself forward from his hips.

I allowed myself to drink him in fully as he stood in front of the class, demonstrating some theory or other to a room of adoring young women. I could have sworn that blouses suddenly unbuttoned themselves and skirts rode up a few inches of their own accord in his presence. His reputation as a serial seducer of young women was an open secret around the school. It was surely only a matter of time before he'd zoom in on my shameless desire and have his way with me.I gazed at him dreamily, imagining what it would be like to be undressed by him, his big, masculine hands roving up and down my naked body. I had to have him!

I was snapped out of my reverie when he finally spoke. Ah, that voice! Deep, gravelly, full-throated. The kind of voice that could have you naked and begging for it simply by reciting the contents of the phonebook. 

"Vanessa, would you like to give us an example?" He flashed a cheeky smile at me, as everyone turned expectantly in my direction.

"I, I, I..." I stammered, flushing a deep shade of crimson after having been caught fantasising about being stripped naked by the teacher.

"Anyone?" he said, grinning at my obvious embarrassment.

I felt mortified. I was sure that he had been able to read my mind at the precise moment that I was imagining him touching me slowly and with great precision. I kept my head down for the rest of the class and tried to remain invisible. As soon as class was over, I hurriedly packed up my books into a large, brown shoulder bag and made a beeline for the exit.

"Vanessa" called out a grizzled voice. "Would you mind hanging back for a moment?"

I froze in my tracks and felt a shiver of excitement and terror overcome me. Surely I couldn't be in trouble for a momentary lapse in concentration? I was otherwise a model student. Nothing had ever distracted me from my goal of achieving the highest marks in the end of year exams. Until now.

I made my way to the front of the class where he was standing, penetrating me with his piercing glacier-blue eyes. It was a hot, sticky day and I was wearing the coolest thing I had been able to find in my wardrobe: a sheer, pale blue top barely concealing a sheer black lace bra underneath and a short, figure-hugging denim skirt. He looked me up and down approvingly. 

"Vanessa, I think you and I have a few things to discuss about the class today. How about I buy you a beer next door?"

I stared at him uncomprehendingly. Had he just offered to buy me a drink? I felt suddenly woozy standing so close to him and inhaling the intoxicating scent of sweat mingled with the remnants of his aftershave. 

"Shall we?" he said as he led me by the arm towards the door. I nodded mutely, unable to compel my vocal chords into action, such was my disbelief that the object of my lust was offering to buy me a drink.

We left the relative cool of the building for the sultry night air as he guided me deftly by the arm through the crowd of students milling around on the sidewalk and straight into the bar next door. He ordered two beers and two shots of whisky and scooped them up expertly in both hands before heading towards the patio outside. He deposited the drinks on a wooden ledge, took a cigarette from a soft pack inside his shirt pocket and lit it, inhaling and exhaling deeply before downing the shot in one go. I followed suit, hoping that the liquor would make me steadier on my feet. 

He moved closer towards me and placed his free hand on my hip. "I want to see you naked, Vanessa" he whispered into my ear. As he said the words, his hand moved up towards my face, lightly brushing against my right breast as it did so. I felt a deep throb of desire in my groin. 

He moved back to where he had been standing and we made polite small talk for a while, downing another couple of beers and shots before he grabbed me by the hand and signalled toward the door.

"Follow me" he said, as he led me into the balmy night and we headed north along the busy main road. The drink had done its job and I was feeling more relaxed now, but still heady with excitement. He stopped momentarily, turned towards me and kissed me lightly on the mouth. I could barely breathe. "I can't wait to see you naked" he repeated.

As he broke away again, we continued to walk side by side in silence towards an unknown destination for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly, he stopped dead in front of a set of 8 foot iron gates. I stared in disbelief as he started to climb up the gates leading into the city's oldest cemetery. 

"Follow me" he ordered, as he slipped over the top of the gates and onto the other side. It proved something of a challenge to find a lady-like way for me to scale the gates in my tight, short skirt and high heels. Once safely over the top, he extended a hand towards me as I started to descend, then put both hands on my hips and pulled me down. He once again took my hand and led me into the heart of the cemetery, away from the streetlights illuminating the area outside the perimeter gates. As we moved further into the shadows, the only light came from a night sky peppered with stars and an orange-tinged crescent moon. 

Once we were safely away from prying eyes and the city cops on night patrol, he turned to address me again.

"Take off your clothes" he ordered, as he lit another cigarette and exhaled deeply, without ever taking his eyes off me. 

I lifted my top over my head and flung it over a nearby headstone. I shivered with anticipation and excitement, despite the warm July air. 

"Continue" he said, drawing deeply and languorously on his cigarette, a trail of smoke escaping his lips into the darkness.

I wriggled out of my skirt and stepped out of it. I stood there, self-consciously, in only my sheer, lace bra and panties, almost completely exposed. My large, brown nipples were clearly visible, as was my shaved mound. He signalled to me to remove the rest of my clothing and I did so obediently. He stood gazing at my naked body for a good few minutes before speaking again.

"I want you to touch yourself." 

Now fully under his spell, I guided my hand down slowly across my breasts and nipples towards my clit and started rubbing it gently in a circular motion. I moaned as I felt the waves of pleasure rippling through my body. 

He extinguished his cigarette and moved slowly towards me, never deviating his gaze from my body. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you Vanessa" he said, as he brushed his lips over mine. "You like being naked here, in front of me, in public, touching yourself, don't you?" 

I nodded weakly, feeling my heart pounding and the blood rushing to my extremities. His tongue now brushed across both of my hard nipples before he squeezed my breasts together and buried his face in them. I moved my hand in the direction of his cock which was now straining against the zipper of his jeans, but he pushed it away. "Not yet. Not until I tell you to. I haven't finished with you yet." 

He pushed two fingers into my throbbing, wet pussy, as deep as he could go and I groaned, my legs threatening to give way. I had to hold onto his shoulders to steady myself. He slowly sank to his knees on the soft, wet grass and as he did, he buried his face in my crotch. His tongue slowly circled my clit, then he sucked on it with his whole mouth, all the while moving his fingers in and out of my pussy. "You're so wet, you dirty whore" he said, as he came up for air, putting his fingers in my mouth for me to suck. 

He resumed, delicately but insistently eating my pussy for what seemed like hours, until I started to feel the pressure building up inside me. "Don't stop!" I shouted, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Just as I was about to climax, he pulled away, lay down on the grass on his back and pulled me over him, until I was sitting on his face. He continued licking and sucking me until I came with such force that my whole body convulsed. 

"Grind down on me baby" he shouted, as I rocked my hips and buried my pussy into him. His tongue was now deep inside my pussy, as I continued to cum all over his face. He licked all around his mouth hungrily and pushed me up into a standing position. 

"Bend over" he said, as he got to his feet and unzipped himself behind me. He thrust his hard cock into my soaking wet pussy, grabbed hold of my breasts and began pumping me like a man who hadn't fucked in a year. "I'm fucking you real hard, you dirty whore" he said, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. I moaned in ecstasy as I felt his cock deep inside me.

Just at that moment, he pulled out and told me to turn around and get to my knees. "You want my cock in your mouth, don't you slut?" he said, thrusting his rock hard erection into my face. Take me in your mouth, bitch. I want you to take it all in, as far as you can."

I opened my mouth and started teasing the tip of this shaft with my tongue, circling it gently to begin with, then sucking on it harder until I took all of him into my mouth. I felt him quiver with excitement as I sucked on his throbbing cock. 

"Stroke my balls" he said and I complied, fondling one, then the other and then kneading them gently in my hand. I slid one finger back towards his opening and began stroking it lightly. He leaned backwards and let out a groan. I gently slid the finger into his ass and started massaging him. At that moment, his whole body stiffened and as he took his cock out of my mouth, it exploded with cum all over my face and breasts. I lapped it up enthusiastically. 

He took a few minutes to regain his composure, then lit a cigarette. "You know we're not done yet, don't you?" he said, staring at me intently. I want to take your ass, you dirty girl. I want to fuck your ass."

I nodded again, as I wiped the cum from my face and licked my fingers. "Mmm, you like licking my cum, don't you?" he said. As I started rubbing his cum into my breasts, I could see him getting hard again almost instantly. "A slut like you makes me really hard. Show me your ass." 

I turned my back to him and bent over to touch my toes, pulling my large, rounded buttocks apart to reveal my tight hole. He moved towards me, running his hands up and down his stiff shaft until it oozed with pre-cum. He pressed himself against me and ran the tip of his shaft around my ass. He started to push it in and I winced with both pain and pleasure. 

"You're taking my whole cock in your ass now slut" he said as he thrust into me. At the same time, he bent forward and started gently rubbing my clit with one of his hands, barely touching it, but driving me into a frenzy. He slapped me repeatedly on my buttocks as I came fast and hard, pumping me from behind all the while until he pulled out and squirted what seemed like an endless stream of cum all over my buttocks.

I lay down on the grass, completely spent, giddy with exhaustion. He took another cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it, illuminating the air around us for a brief moment. 

"Vanessa, I think you're ready to graduate top of the class now. You're a star student." 

Oh how wrong Andrew Marvell had been! If only he had succeeded in persuading his coy mistress to follow him to a nearby cemetery, who knows what might have happened...



The Graveyard



I thought I'd try entering a story in the 'Halloween story contest.' I hope you enjoy my little horror story. I don't usually ask for votes but I guess I need them to be considered in the contest.

*

My wife Chris and I, were holding hands and slowly walking through the cemetery. It was Halloween Eve, just before nightfall. We meet with a number of our friends at the cemetery every year at this time. We have been doing this ever since we were all teenagers, now we are all adults in our twenties.

We live in a rural area of Ohio where the moon and stars can be seen beyond the tall whispering trees above. As we arrived we seen our friends sitting on bales of hay waiting for us. Mark and Susan greeted us, Marsha and Roger, Chuck and Linda, Tom and Audrey were all there. They had their cooler of beer and beginning to light the few lanterns we had.

We would just sit around in the cemetery, telling 'Ghost Stories' and drinking beer. It was just an annual tradition. It was starting to get dark now, the telling of the stories began. Each person trying to tell a story more terrifying then the one before them. Most of the time they were just funny.

With the wind beginning to blow through the trees, and the sound of howling noises when the wind blew through the electrical wires, made it seem like a very eerie place. 

It was now my turn to start telling a story.

I began telling them about an old movie that we had all seen. 'Night of the Living Dead.' 

It was about 'Ghouls' coming out after dark on Halloween Eve. A 'Ghoul' is described as, an evil spirit, said to roam through graveyards to devour the dead. Mainly the freshly buried. They dig up the bodies and tear them apart just to eat them. 

I continued my story. "As we sit here the ghouls are probably on their way to this very cemetery to devour of the fresh meat buried here in the last few days. In fact we are all sitting on one of those graves now." 

Everyone looked down and seen we were on a freshly buried grave. 

"What would happens if they found live bodies sitting on their future meals? They don't talk, they just make strange noises and they move rather slowly. But only God knows what would happen if they got hold of one of you good looking women."

The whistles of the winds picked up making more howling sounds. One of the lanterns blew out and Marsha screamed. The story was getting to the girls. I think a couple of the guys even got a little nervous.

"The ghouls seem to travel in packs. When you see them, there seems to be dozens traveling together. They have shovels and pick axes to dig out the bodies buried in fresh graves. If they were to surround a live body it would be so hard for a person to escape. Of course if you ever see a ghoul you will want to run, there will be more ghouls behind the first one."

It was really getting dark now. Everyone was tuned in to the sounds of the night. 

Susan wanted to act as though the story wasn't bothering her. So she said, "If that old ghoul comes near me I'll just slip off my jeans and he can eat me. If that's what he want's."

The guys laughed and Chuck said, "Susan, if you take off those jeans, I'll eat you." That made everyone laugh.

Then I continued on with my story. "Don't take this information about ghouls I'm giving you lightly. There really are ghouls and they really do come out on Halloween Eve." 

Roger just said, "Yeah right," as a figure appeared about a hundred yards away. It was walking toward us slowly. 

Linda was the first to speak, "Who is that Ron? Who did you ask to show up?"

I said, "Linda, I invited no one, be careful, be very careful." Everyone didn't know if I was telling the truth or not. They wanted to act as though they knew I set this up, but weren't quite sure.

My wife Chris was getting nervous and looked at me and said, "Ron, who is that? He's making me feel a little scared." as she sat closer to me and grabbed my arm.

I looked at everyone and said, "Hey! I invited no one, I have no idea who that is."

Then in a distance we could see more people behind the first one. All walking slow, some had shovels in their hands. I looked at my friends and said, "We better leave, I don't know what's going on."

Tom and Audrey just laughed and said, "Yeah Ron, we all get up and leave and you hold this prank over us for the rest of our life. No thank you, we'll wait here and greet them"

I told my wife Chris to come with me to the car. "I didn't set this up" I said. She looked worried and we got up and headed for the car. 

I looked up at the rest of the couples and said, "Hey guys, I really didn't set this up." As Chris and I left.

Chuck and Linda said, "Ron wins, we're not staying." They got up and headed for their car.

Tom and Audrey just laughed, and asked Marsha and Roger if they were staying?

Roger said, "Marsha is afraid of everything but we're pretty sure this is a Ron setup, we'll stay.

Susan asked her husband Mark to leave. 

He said he couldn't let Ron get the best of us, he had to stay. 

Susan got up and said, "I'll meet you at the car, I'm not staying. They had parked on the other side of the road, maybe seventy five yards away. 

As Susan was walking toward her car she spotted some more bodies coming toward her from a different direction. She was a good fifty yards away from Mark now. She yelled to him but he couldn't understand what she was saying. Then he seen the bodies encircling her as she screamed. 

He got up to run toward her. The 'Ghouls' were for real. They grabbed Susan and started ripping her clothes off. The male ghouls were raping her as the female ghouls started taking bites out of her flesh. She was screaming as she was literally being eaten alive. The male ghouls kept taking turns fighting with each other, each wanting to be next to ravish her. 

The ghouls kept eating her flesh and got down to her inner organs. Mark looked on when he got there hoping she was dead. She was suffering so much in so short a time. The screaming had ceased. Then Mark was hit with a shovel and the ghouls starting ripping off his clothes wanting to get down to the fresh meat. One female ghoul grabbed his cock and bit it off in one quick bite. I don't think he ever regained consciousness. As his body was devoured.

Tom and Audrey jumped up as soon as they heard Susan scream the first time. They ran but there was nowhere to go. They were surrounded by 'Ghouls' swinging shovels and axes at them. Tom fell to the ground. The last thing he seen was his wife Audrey being ravished by four male Ghouls. They he passed out from the pain of his own torture. Audrey was soon dead also.

Roger was able to pick up a shovel and was fighting back when he looked over and seen Marsha being stripped and her body being raped and being eaten by the ghouls. One ghoul had cut off her breast with a shovel and was eating it. Marsha screamed out but was soon dead. Roger couldn't hold on any longer as he was over powered by the ghouls and was having his insides tore out before succumbing.

We made it to our car and Linda and Chuck made it to theirs. The Ghouls beat on our cars till they broke most of the windows. We could see them dragging Linda and Chuck out of their car. They were both screaming in agony as they were being devoured alive. 

I got the car started and just hit the gas pedal. I couldn't see out the broken windshield. I just kept going forward hitting and running over bodies. Then we hit a tree, the car came to an abrupt stop and Chris's window was being torn out. She was screaming as hands and arms came into the car pulling her body out through the window. 

This was the love of my life, the woman I promised to protect being pulled out to be eaten alive. I screamed out at the top of my lungs. "GOD HELP Me"

Then I felt hands grabbing me and shaking me. It was Chris yelling, "Ron wake up, wake up."

I opened my eyes and I was totally wet from perspiring. I grabbed my wife and just held her tight. Saying, "Don't ever leave me. God how much I love you."

Chris said, "My gosh you must have had a really bad dream honey. You're still shaking. Are you okay, are you sure you want to go to the cemetery tonight? It is Halloween Eve you know."

"We could stay home, cuddle on the couch and watch your favorite horror flick. 'Night of the Living Dead' is on tonight." Chris stated.

*

Thank you for reading my story.

I guess I need votes to even be considered in the contest.

As usual, all comments welcome.

DG Hear 



The Graveyard Pt. 01



For as long as I could really even remember, I always had something of an unhealthy attraction to things that were considered myths and legends, and my most favorite of all fantasy creatures to obsess over was the vampire, who had made many different changes through the years...And even became so unrecognizable that it made you wonder how they could be considered vampires. I'm onto you, Stephanie Meyer.

When I took an interest in writing, when I was as old as five, one of the main things that I ended up writing about was vampires, and soon they had become the most written thing that I ended up writing about.

You'd think that I would have heard every lore that there was about blood suckers by the time that I was twenty three, but no; I was still only just beginning to learn more about the dark beings that originated as creatures of the underworld. I started to delve into other culture's versions of the vampires, and then I found out about Ireland's very own version of the vampire; the Dearg-Due.

I heard the sound of my dynamite alarm clock go off, and immediately upon hearing it, my eyes popped open and I jumped up in bed, shooting my gaze towards the alarm clock and quickly swung my feet over the edge and fell down from being in such a hurry, and rose back up to my feet.

"I'm gonna be late!" I muttered.

I had completely forgotten that today was the day that my best friend, Joseph, was going to be holding a party at his place. I had completely overslept.

"EIGHT?" I was horrified.

I couldn't believe that I had ended up sleeping so late and that, by now, it was already night and the party was in thirty minutes.

I had slept the whole day away; literally.

"I just know this is gonna mess up my schedule." I laughed.

I reached over to my alarm clock and turned it off, only to walk over towards my black dresser and popped it open grabbing some moon and stars print boxers and a pair of socks, then headed to my walk-in closet and opened the door, walking in.

I carefully scouted through my clothes; my right index finger pointing at different possible outfits until I finally let my finger halt at an army green short sleeve canvas button up and a pair of faded jeans.

Once I had grabbed my shoes, I took everything to my bed and then walked towards the bathroom door, pulled the door open, walked inside and closed it behind me once I was inside. I took my dirty boxers off and proceeded to the bathroom, where I stepped into the purple glowing glass tank, that happened to be my shower.

I grabbed a bottle of soap and a washrag, squirted the red colored liquid onto the plainly colored rag and started to lather myself in a red foam as I hurriedly cleaned myself, as opposed to taking my time to relax and enjoy my shower like usual.

When I was done, I stepped out of the shower with water dripping down my pecs, abs and every other inch of my body, and grabbed the towel on the rack next to me, wrapped it around myself, and then finally headed over towards the mirror in front of my sink and took the towel off, drying myself off. 

I grabbed my comb once I had dried myself off and combed my hair, then sat the comb back down and grabbed my red toothbrush and a bottle of off brand toothpaste, squiring the toothpaste on the toothbrush.

I brought the toothbrush up to my mouth and started to scrub my teeth cleanly into a nice foam for about three minutes, then spat it out, rinsed my mouth out, and burned myself with some mouthwash.

I returned to my bedroom and put my clothes on, grabbed my keys and took my phone off the charger that wads pulled into my wall, then grabbed my car keys and left my bedroom, set the alarm by my front door, then unlocked the old brown wooden door and closed it behind me, locking it once I was outside, and headed to my car. 

My car was a red 1997 Ford pickup truck. 

I had has it for years and I couldn't ever bring myself do buy a new vehicle because I loved it so much. 

I got to my driveway and glanced up at the sky; noting that the moon was shinning clearly and rather bright; it also seemed nearer and bigger than it normally did.

"Smells like rain." I shrugged a single arm to myself.

I had a nose for rain. Of course, it did help that the meteorologist had said that it would be raining for the next few days. 

I had a feeling it wouldn't be long before the rain actually picked up and started pouring down hard. 

I got to my truck, unlocked the door, got inside and sat down, buckled up, started it up, locked my door, and then drove back in reverse, backing it up while I looked behind me to make sure that there weren't any other vehicles coming my way. Once I saw there were none, I turned my attention back ahead and pulled out of the driveway and onto the street. 

Something that soon started to catch my eye once I started down the street of the suburbs, was that there was a rather dense looking fog that was becoming increasingly noticeable, far down the street, down towards White Berry street. I'd seen plenty of fogs and mists, but this was the second time that I had ever seen one that was this difficult to see through, and it was making me have second thoughts about even making the attempt to try and get to Joseph's house; especially given that it was a forty five minute drive. 

"Is this really a smart thing to do?" I fiddled with the steering wheel while 'Highway to Hell' blared. 

I just stood there in the middle of the street, and then gazed into the central mirror, and noticed that there wasn't a fog coming from the opposite street that was behind me.

"I'm already late. I need to go."

There was no point getting cold feet over something as trivial as a fog...Even if I could barely see through it.

Common sense told me to go home, but I was stubborn. I went anyways.

I headed down the street; driving right into the fog and praying that I would be able to see where I was going and not end up hitting someone, then end up on the news about how some moron was stupid enough to drive through such a strong fog.

But then it did bring up this question: Was I the only one driving through the fog?

I drove through the fog, shaking my head while I laughed to myself.

I heard the jingle indicating I had a new text message, and briefly glanced down at my phone's flashing screen, before turning my gaze back on ahead.

I noticed, that, just as I had figured, there was not a single other vehicle on the street besides myself. 

"At least I probably won't have to worry about traffic." I let out a short laugh.

I soon had came to Julius Road.

Surrounded by countless trees that gave little room to the forest road, I continued on my trip. I was already starting to regret not bringing a cup of coffee with me to help wake me up for the long trip.

I hit a few red leaves that had flew off the sides of the road where the trees were and then I stopped in the middle of the old, lone forest street; hitting the brakes.

I saw a silhouette. And for a single moment I swore that it was Joseph. I mean, yeah; I didn't see the details of a lot, it was like seeing a shadow, but it had Joseph's long, Uncle Jesse Full House hair from what I saw, and what I could have sworn was the back spikes he wore on his punk vest.

"I think my eyes are playing tricks on me.." I blinked rapidly, dragging my left hand over my face.

"Joseph?"

It couldn't have been him though. Joseph was still a good while away. 

And why would he be out in the forest? It was stupid to wander the forest or woods alone since that'd be a pretty obvious place that criminals would hide.

"I'm more tired than I realized.." 

I continued on my trip down the old forest road, passing more maple leaf trees that, had it not been night, would be perfectly shielding me from the sun, and just kept my eyes on the road.

I stopped again once I had seen something that I had never seen before, and what I saw was enough to make me feel nearly paralyzed.

As I gazed out my window, I saw, from my window, what looked like a man who's face was ripped off in a rather gruesome fashion, and it looked like he had been eaten alive in the literal sense. Half of his stomach was missing and unfortunately I had seen his insides that were starting to fall out. 

I wanted to look away, I SHOULD have looked away, but I couldn't bring myself to look away, and all I could do was stare at the stomach turning scene before my eyes.

"What THE HELL?" I finally managed out after about five minutes.

I couldn't understand what kind of person would be so sick that they would do something like that to someone. But...Then...We did have some wild animals, and bears and panthers had been known to lurk around the forest of Julius Road.

When I arrived at Joseph's, I sighed a breath of relief when I saw the neon lights still flashing in the windows.

Joseph lived in a pretty impressive sized house. It was pretty big and fancy, and wasn't something as small or modest as mine.

It was an old Victorian era house, and if I didn't know Joseph, I would probably be screaming bloody murder every time I entered his house, which very much did make me think of Dracula's mansion.

I stopped once I was right in front of his house that rested on the edge of a cliff.

On a cliff. A cliff with water and big rocks below.

Ironic.

I turned the pickup truck off after a few moments, then removed the keys, unbuckled my seatbelt, opened my door, and got out of the truck, tucking the keys into my pocket and walking towards the old, scary looking mansion.

I rang the doorbell and waited. 

I scouted around my surroundings as I patiently waited for someone to come and answer the door that was adorned with stain glass decorations. 

Turning around to look back at my truck, I narrowed my left brow while I squinted my eye slightly upon seeing that the fog had seemed to clear. Even if only a little. 

Out of nowhere a powerful bolt of lightning struck down in a close radius to me. I jumped.

Finally the door opened and I saw Joseph.

He was all dressed up in an outfit that was completely white, and the shirt he had on was ruffled. He certainly fit the Victorian setting that he had going...If he lost the mullet and had an actual ponytail, he'd almost perfectly fit the look.

"Kade!" He grinned.

"Hi."

"I was starting to wonder if you were going to show up."

"Yeah. Sorry." I sighed.

"What took you?"

"I overslept." I admitted.

"Haha! Well, I'm not surprised... You work like crazy and that boss of yours is only becoming more of a slave-driver."

"True." I rubbed the back of my head. "She wants me to come in even earlier.." 

Any earlier and I was going to end up dying of sleep deprivation.

"The party's still going. Come on inside and relax."

"Thanks." I smiled. 

"No prob." He opened the door.

I walked up to the eerie mansion, turned to make sure he was following, and proceeded into the mansion.

The inside was even more impressive than the outside of the mansion: the walls, ceiling and floor were made of rather attractive rosewood, and a portraits of nature, such as forests, woods, flowers and oceans were strewn out on the long, specious hall walls.

He had plenty of antiques, with his most favorite bring an old grandfather clock that resided towards the stairs of the upper room.

The living room area was the most impressive room in the house, or at least I had always considered it the best room. 

The living room's rosewood walls and ceiling were accented by the beautiful red velvet rug and matching red velvet couch that stood on four, short legs, and the matching chairs. The surrounding bookshelves, oil-painted pictures of princesses and medieval castles, as well as the big fireplace, and curtain over the windows of the balcony, also added further enhancement to the jaw-dropping beauty of the room.

The room was kept slightly lit by the rave lights that flashed across every corner of the room.

"Hey, guys! Look who just arrived." 

Everyone stopped their dancing to turn and look at me, and when they saw me, they cheered, with a good majority of them holding up cans of beers into the air.

"Kade!" A voice excitedly called.

Running towards me was my girlfriend of five years: Cheyenne Mattheson. 

She was about an inch shorter than me; standing at five foot nine. Her black hair was kept in a bob that was combed behind her ears, with the sides actually being shorter, and the bangs that fell down her face being longer. Her choice of clothes wasn't too modest: Her top was a blue polyester shirt that matched her eyes and was hemmed at the elbows, and showed off the gratuitous curves of her big breasts that were pushing out, while her pants, the same matching color, were so tight that you could see her camel toe.

"Cheyanne." I pulled her towards me.

She wrapped both arms around me and rested her head on my left shoulder; increasing her hug on me, while giggling.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm just a little tired."

"Nothing raving can't fix!" Joseph chimed in.

I hugged Cheyenne, but after she pulled away after about four minutes, I turned my gaze towards Joseph while she took my hand into her own. 

"Sure!"

"Great. Well, I'm gonna go grab some refreshments. You two have fun."

"Thanks for inviting us, Joseph." Cheyenne waved.

Joseph waved back, then walked out of the room, leaving us and the others alone.

Cheyenne pulled me away from the others and smiled.

"How about we go have some 'fun' just by ourselves, baby?" Her hand trailed closely towards my crotch.

"You sure?" I looked at her.

"We could go to your truck, if you feel funny about fooling around in the mansion.." 

Listening to her quietly whispered words, I felt tempted to accept her offer, and while I was about to object and say no, I finally gave in.

Everyone was so busy, and had their backs turned to us, that none of them seemed to notice us as we left the room that was filled with flashing lights and loud trance music.

We headed back to the pickup. 

There wasn't a lot of room for fooling around, but in the camper shell, on the other hand, we'd have slightly more room. 

We got in the back, getting into the camper shell, and Cheyenne lifted her skin tight top over her shoulders, threw it into the truck, and unhooked her bra; her big tits jiggling upon reaching freedom and made me go hard instantly.

She fought my belt and gave a mischievous grin when she saw my bulge, and then removed the belt.

Cheyenne unzipped my pants and pulled my boxers down low enough that my raging prick was free.

She took me into her hand, and gently stroked up and down on it.

"Ooh...Want it between my big boobs?" Her breathing had already changed.

"I do.." 

"Hee." She positioned her huge, round, 32H cup breasts down, so that my dick was between them.

I let out a quiet sigh.

She began to stroke my dick faster; her hand starting from from the bottom, but then going up to the inflated, meaty head, and then going back down again, near my balls only to travel back up.

She lightly bounced in place so that her fleshy globes would jiggle in place. 

"I missed you, baby.." She moaned. 

Her smooth hand fell back down to the bottom, and it came back up again; bouncing her boob from pushing up against it. Soon she positioned her arm under her left breast; and as a result, she lifted her whole boob up each time and moved her hand all the way to the head.

"I see you staring at my tits." She flashed a smile.

"Can you blame me? Look at them...Look how big, soft and creamy they are.."

"Aww," she looked down, "your cock just got bigger."

Cheyenne's hand further sped up; her globes bouncing up and down with her stroking speed increasing on my tool that was dribbling with pre come.

"It's all nice and hot.." She released my dick from her hand and gripped her tanks.

She sandwiched my organ between the two creamy spheres and gently bounced them up and down.

"Ah...Yeah.." She quietly muttered. 

"Cheyenne, have I been bothering you lately? You seem...Like, I don't know.."

"Baby, can't we just enjoy this titfuck?" 

"Yes...Cheyenne." 

I dropped it, and reached my hands forward, pushing hers away, and held her tits, keeping them firmly against my dick, and started to thrust up and down between the snug pair. 

"Yeah...Feels so good..I can feel it getting hotter.."

I started to move myself up and down between her oversized jugs; going down and then coming up to the top through the space between her jiggly assets.

Her moans remained soft and hushed, but had grown slightly in volume.

"Come all over my tits, baby...Oh! I want all that hot spunk.."

She gave two licks when it came back up, but then let her breasts fall and grasped my organ again; quickly jacking the red stick up and down with her hand, only to place the head back between her sacks of flesh while she jerked me off.

Faster and faster her left asset bounced with her arm lifting it up and down to pump me, and already the excitement looked like it was almost becoming too much for her as she tried to release all the hot come that was about to erupt.

Coating her big bags of flesh in a hot, thick mess, I breathed a sigh of relief upon coming.

She had a pleased look on her face when she saw all the hot drops that was running down her bosoms.

"Oh...Yeah. Hot sticky come all over my big tits. I feel so dirty whenever you come all over me.." 

She pinned me down, and pushed herself against my coated stick; rubbing her crotch against me, and moaning as she did so; pushing back and forth; grinding furiously, and swinging her jugs in my face.

"We should go back in." She abruptly said.

"I guess so." I was disappointed.

"Oh, baby...Don't be upset, okay? I'll fuck the shit out of you tomorrow...Until the brink of dawn."

"Okay." I said.

"Do you have anything I can clean myself off with? I don't want everyone to smell all your jizz, even though I'm sure everyone will be fooling around rhemselves once they head home after this party."

"I have a handkerchief in the glove department, up front in the passenger's side. But you'll probably need to use Joseph's bathroom and run some water to clean the rest off."

"Will you join me?" There was a glint in her eye.

"Sure." I chuckled. 

"What if I jerked you off with my toes?"

"Oh," I spoke playfully, "starting to get a little more adventurous now, huh?"

"I've always wanted to give you a foot job. I just wasn't sure how you'd react if I were to give you one.."

"It might be cool."

"You don't mind if my smelly feet touch your dick?"

"Cheyenne," I rolled my eyes, "your feet are anything BUT, smelly. You know better than I do that you take great care of them..."

"Hee. True. Well, I'm gonna clean off this yummy snack. Too bad I can't lick it all off right now...How I love the way that hot jizz tastes...Oh..I think I'm getting wet.."

"Easy, there. Cleaning your boobs is pretty easy. But cleaning a pair of shorts when you don't gave another pair to wear?"

"You're right."

"Go get that handkerchief and clean up your puppies, all right? We need to get back to the party before Joseph comes and gets suspicious."

She climbed out of the camper shell, but groped herself and pinched her own nipples with a shrill moan, just to tease me, then walked away as they jiggled and bounced on her chest.

I could already hear the sound of crickets chirping growing louder than what it was when I first left my house.

I followed her and we both took turns using the handkerchief, and once we were all cleaned up, and she her bra on over her tight top, and I had put my boxers and belt back on, we waited until my erection had left, and headed back to the mansion.

We washed up and fooled around a little; with Cheyenne letting me play with her clit, and then we rejoined the others, who were still busy dancing, talking, and drinking.




The Graveyard Pt. 01



"Where's Joseph? Didn't he say he was going to get refreshments?"

"He has been gone a while. It's been like what, twenty minutes, now? But, then again; look at all the people that are here."

"Hey, you two." It was him.

"Where were you, man?"

"Getting the refreshments."

"We were kind of worried."

"Ha. No need to worry."

"Joseph, get your rich ass in here and let's party!"

"Hell yeah!" He cheered.

Joseph sat a big, silver tray down on the table that was in the center of the room. It had more beers, some cokes for the people who didn't drink, and some hor dourves.

"So you know, Kade, I was thinking." He started to throw his hands up to the music. "You know, I thought we should go check out that old graveyard on Bovi R.D."

"Graveyard?" 

"Yeah! I thought it'd be cool to go check out a real graveyard."

"It'll be fun." Cheyenne said.

"Sure, I guess."

"Great! The party will be ending in another twenty minutes. We'll go, then."

After the last few minutes of the party was over, we all set on the road, with Joseph and a few buds following behind me and Cheyenne.

The fog from before seemed to grow more thick as we drove to the graveyard, and just like before, when I was on my way to Joseph's, common sense was telling me to just forget about it and turn back around.

I felt Cheyenne's warm grip increase on mine and glanced at her face; being met with a small smile.

As I started on Julius Road, again, I was starting to think that maybe heading to a graveyard wasn't really such a good idea to begin with. I had heard so many startling stories about weird stuff happening at graveyards and cemeteries that it made me question whether or not this was even a smart thing to do.

Not only the graveyard thing...But the damn fog. What if it got so bad that we couldn't find our way back? That's what I kept thinking.

Running over almost an entire bed of leaves while making way through the forest, I watched as Joseph's lone mansion got farther and farther away in the central mirror.

"Well, that was a pretty fun party, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah. Until you puked."

"Be nice." She frowned.

"Hey, you're the one who drank too much."

"I know." She looked away.

"Chey, look; I'm sorry."

"Well.." She redirected her attention to me. "Okay."

"Did Jorge really have to come? He's cool and all...But he's becoming a real pain in the you know what."

She threw her hands up. "Joseph's the one the who brought him."

"Unfortunately.." I uttered through tightening teeth.

"Baby, put some music on. I can't stand it when it's this quiet, you know?"

I actually felt the same way as her when it came to quiet, or silence. I couldn't stand it when there was no noise coming from either a TV or the radio or something. 

I turned the radio on and for the rest of the trip we listened to mostly hard rock.

When we arrived at the graveyard, I stopped the truck after a few moments of letting it run, unbuckled myself, pulled the keys out, and unlocked the doors, got out, and wandered over towards Cheyenne's side of the truck and opened her door for her.

She stepped out of the car and hugged me briefly.

"Well, here we are. The graveyard."

"Why did you even want to come to a graveyard, anyways, Joseph?"

"What's wrong, scared?" 

"Shut up, Jorge."

"Kade, Jorge; you two cool it."

"Yes, Joseph." Jorge fell silent.

"You still haven't really answered my question though, Joseph. Why did you want to come out here?"

"All right...I guess you should know, huh?" He spoke in a low, suspenseful and startling tone.

"Know what?" I inquired.

"There's a legend about this place...In fact, the legend is several hundred years old. So it goes something like thi-"

"No, no, no! Joe, let me tell the story, man." Jorge insisted.

Joseph threw his hands up into the air in a shrug, but then just laughed it off and gave Jorge the O.K. to go ahead and tell the story.

"Okay, listen. Legend goes, that, back in the eighteenth century there was a nobleman who was liked throughout the town. He was apparently a pretty good looking guy, 'cuz, you know, he had chicas flocking to his side everywhere he went. Well, something happened on Friday the thirteenth; the day of the full moon."

Oh, an urban legend; I thought. I always did enjoy a good urban legend or two, and who didn't, really. But, maybe it was the fact it was ol' Jorge telling the story, but I couldn't help but laugh and roll my eyes while the story was being told.

Cheyenne leaned against me.

"They say he went real loco, you know? No one knows what really happened, but a few people claimed to have witnessed what went on down a dark alley. He was found with a woman who he killed, with flesh from her stomach in his mouth. She was pregnant too. Fucked up, right? He killed an unborn baby."

I felt had for the woman and child who were supposedly killed, but I wasn't too fazed; yet.

"He raped her. Like, brutally raped her; like, had her begging and everything while he pinned her to the wall. The other women? Well, they were apparently killed before her."

"That's it?" I lowered a brow.

I felt kind of sick after hearing the story, and the images it was putting in my head only made me feel worse. But, then, it was only a story.

"This is the last bit, amigo. They found him, that guy. What was it? Oh, I forgot to mention his name, Henry. When they did, they tied him to a rail and burned him alive in this graveyard. They say...He haunts this graveyard to this very day..."

Now I was starting to feel somewhat unnerved after hearing that last bit about how he still haunted the graveyard.

I turned away and glanced towards where we had parked our vehicles, noticing that the fog was now so thick, that I couldn't even see my truck of Joseph's Corvette.

"I GOT YOU!" Shrieked a deep voice.

I jumped and nearly fell backwards, turned around, and acting without a second thought, punched the source of the startling sound...That was revealed to be Jorge.

Jorge fell to the ground; rubbing his left cheek and groaning in pain while he looked up at me.

"What the hell, Kade?"

"He snuck up on me, Chey."

"So you hit him?"

"It was a reflex.." 

"Jorge was right. You're fucking scared."

She rose her head off of me and stood up straight; laughing amusedly at the fact Jorge had nearly scared me half to death by deciding to be an ass.

"Wuss." She laughed again. 

"What? Hey! What's with the change of attitude? First you were all sweet and lovey dovey, now you're making fun of me?"

She merely shrugged her shoulders at my words, but didn't necessarily look like she was sorry.

"Cool it, guys. Jorge, you didn't have to scare him. And Cheyenne, come on; cut him a break, okay? Graveyard's are creepy places. I'd be scared too."

"Thanks Jo--hey! I'm not scared!" I folded my arms tightly over my chest.

"You looked like you were ready to kill when Jorge snuck up on you. Seemed pretty scared to me."

"Cut it out, Cheyenne."

"All right, you two." Joseph cane towards us from behind and placed an arm on each of our shoulders. "You two stop fighting. Let's go look around. Maybe his grave is still here."

"Joey, I don't know.."

Cheyenne broke out into laughter when she heard my objection.

"Careful, Kade...He might get you and rape you." Jorge snickered; getting up.

"Maybe I'll just give Henry you, douche." I rolled my eyes. 

We proceeded to the old, iron gate of the graveyard that was surprisingly open, and walked through.

The graveyard seemed long and wide. There was actually a great number of trees that surrounded the graveyard, probably enough to start a mini forest, but the thing was, they were all dead and had no leaves on them.

Most of the tombstones were old some of the oldest tombstones that I had seen in a graveyard, and a few of them were so faded and damaged that it was impossible to even make out the inscriptions.

As we wandered through the graveyard, I stopped near a giant statue of, how fitting, Death himself. 

"You'd think they'd have an angel statue to watch over the dead, but the Reaper?" I scratched the back of my head.

"Still feeling brave?" Jorge's voice was struggling with laughter. 

"Idiot." Was my response.

"I wish I had another beer.." Cheyenne spoke in a bored voice.

"Hey. I have an idea.." Jorge stopped in his tracks.

Jorge reached a hand down to his jeans and undid his belt, threw it down and unzipped his pants, and finally pulled his underwear down, which promoted me to look at him with a disturbed expression on my face.

"What the hell, man?"

"Oh, I get it.." Cheyenne grinned.

I was completely dumbfounded.

Cheyenne reached a hand down to her skin tight shorts, and slid them down her legs. Next she took off her lacy panties.

"What is WRONG with you two? Cheyenne, you don't show a man your body unless he's the one you're with. And Jorge...I don't even know about you..."

"I'd love to stick myself in that piece of ass..."

"What did you just say about her, you little Latino piece of shit?" 

I was about to do something, when an owl took my attention away with its loud hooing.

When I turned back around, Jorge and Cheyenne were disrespectfully pissing on the tombstones and actually seemed to be enjoying it.

"You two had way too much to drink. There's a reason I don't drink that much...And it's because I don't want to end up a bumbling jackass who can't think."

"Lighten up, man.." Jorge glanced at me, but then returned his eyes to proud stream that was hitting a cross-shaped grave.

"Cheyenne, stop." 

"Why should I?"

"Why should you? Because someone is buried there, that's why! Its disrespectful."

"Stop whining, Kade. Damn baby."

"Hey, Cheyenne...Maybe once we're done, you can come over here so I can test out that ass of yours."

"All right, that's it!" I grabbed him from behind.

I didn't even care that Jorge wasn't even wearing anything; I slugged him as hard as I could across the face and pushed him backwards into the grass.

Cheyenne stood up from her squatting, and rushed towards us, grabbing me from behind in restraint.

"Stop! Kade!"

"Being drunk is no excuse to try to get in my girlfriend's pants, you little bastard!"

"Geez, man.." She touched his cheek. 

I got up and gave Cheyenne a look, but then walked away leaving her and Jorge behind.

We continued our aimless walk through the graveyard for quite sometime, and through the whole thing, fed up with Cheyenne and Jorge, I ignored them both through the rest of it and just followed Joseph who was so preoccupied he hadn't been taking heed of a single thing that had been happening behind him.

"YOU'RE MINE!" A voice yelled. 

I nearly fell down; once again; not expecting something to sneak up on me, and turned to look at Jorge who was just laughing up a storm.

"Piss off!" 

"You're so easy to scare."

"Some boyfriend I have.."

"ENOUGH." Joseph boomed.

"Look," Joseph said, vexed, "there's nothing here...So let's go ahead and just leave. It's late, anyways."

They started to walk away and I just stood there for a few minutes, which was a mistake, because when I turned around, I couldn't see them anymore, all I could see was the fog...And it was more denser than ever before.

"Hey, wait up!" I called out.

I ran towards the fog, but I couldn't see a single thing. I tried going a different direction, but it was still the same thing, and I still couldn't see. 

"WAIT!" I tried again. Nothing.

Couldn't they hear me? Or did they not want to hear me? Maybe they wanted to just leave me in the graveyard...But Joseph wasn't like that.

I soon heard the sound of Joseph's Corvette's engine, and then I heard the sound of it driving away...Leaving me alone in the graveyard.

"Man...C'mon!"

This couldn't have been happening to me.

There was no way out of the graveyard, because the fog had grown so dense that I couldn't see anything but the grayish-white fog that surrounded me from every direction. Left, right, forward; the only thing that I could even see was where I was standing at and what was behind me.

"What do I do?" I asked, as if I had an answer for myself.

I walked forward with the thought crossing my mind, that if I wandered around long enough, that'd I'd surely find my way back to my truck, then I could leave and forget everything that had happened.

And so that's what I did.

I pressed forward through the fog, squinting my eyes in hopes that it'd somehow help me see better. Still nothing.

I walked around more, trying to push the fog away with my hands, but to no avail. Though I still didn't see any sign of the way out of the graveyard, I did however see the fog seeming to clear up a little, but all I saw once it cleared up was a dead tree...Just like the many I saw while we were wandering around like idiots.

I stopped.

I quickly turned to the left upon hearing the sound of a twig breaking, which was soon shortly after, followed by the hooing of an owl somewhere close by.

I heard another twig break.

"Who's there? And for Pete's sake! Don't give me any 'hoo, hoo', crap!"

No response.

I just turned back around upon receiving silence.

My heart nearly stopped when I turned around, because, once my eyes were staring straight on ahead, standing in front of me, was a woman. But she wasn't...She wasn't...Human.

The woman in front of me was about five foot six, had long brown hair almost the color of chocolate which was fixed into attractive curls, two of which were so long that they fell past her breasts and nearly touched her stomach, with a small, thin band that had a row of white roses on the sides of her head. Her eyes were almost completely colorless; all white/silver with the exception of her pupils, and she had what looked like a deep dark purple makeup around her eyelids; like eyeshadow.

She had a slight pale complexion but I wouldn't go as far as to say that it was 'white as snow' but she certainly was paler than a lot of people I was used to seeing on the streets or at the store.

She was wearing a white shoulder less dress that showed off most of her breasts, with the exception of her nipples that it covered, and the dress was covered in blood near the legs. 

Around her neck was a large ruby crucifix, and over her hands were a pair of white lacy fingerless wedding-like gloves. 

She had an incredible beauty, like none could replicate in the modern age, a beauty that wasn't of this time..one that belonged to centuries past; a soft, beautifully shaped, oval face, like so many women in paintings as well as silent movie actresses. 

I stood there for a few moments; staring at her, frozen with fear, and my body, ignoring any and all signs that were telling me to run away away, to flee and escape with my own life.

Blood dripped from her mouth as she neared me; moving slowly, yet putting the distance between us in little time. I finally managed to snap out of it, and turned around and ran.

I ran, ran, and ran; I didn't have the slightest of an idea where I was going, where I COULD, go, I knew where I needed to go, but I didn't know where it was, because there was fog in each and every direction that I turned to.

"You gotta be kidding me!" I gazed around restlessly. 

I turned to glance behind me, and there came the beautiful horror again; walking towards me, not running; but walking. It almost seemed as if she knew that I had no chance of escaping. At, least that's what I was gathering from how calmly she chased me.

"Where?" I ran to the left. "Where the hell is the gate? Where is it? DAMN!" 

I looked behind me, and she was still coming.

"I have to get out of here!" I clenched my fists; pumping them faster while I ran.

Left, right, up, it didn't matter! I went into every direction that I could, and the stupid fog was still blocking my view; there was no way out, and I was stuck with that, that vampire who's home I had obviously intruded on.

"There's no way! There's no way I'm going through this horror movie horse shit!" 

Relentlessly, I searched for a way out, and just as I was about to give up and resign my fate, I was relieved when I saw the gate to the graveyard resting in front of me.

I bulleted towards the gate, noticing it was locked, which was odd since it was mysteriously open, and turned to glance behind me, relieved that the gate was right there, right within my grasp, and I was almost home free; I just had to climb the fence. But when I turned to look ahead of me...

"There's no way in hell." I stopped, wiping a drop of sweat from my face.

"Please...Don't go." She spoke in a beautiful, thick Irish accent.

"You think I'm stupid?"

"Please, stay!"

"Hell, no!"

This was it. The only thing standing between me and freedom, was the one thing that could most likely rip every single bone off my body and grind them into powder with her bare hands. I had to try, though.

"Screw you, lady." I leaped towards the tall fence. I felt something grab my leg.

"Please, don't leave... 

"Let go of me!" I wriggled my leg. 

"Don't..." 

"I said, let go!" I swiftly kicked her in the face with my other foot, causing her to stagger and let go.

As I climbed to top of the fence, I stopped briefly when I heard the sound of quiet, and heart-wrenching, crying. I looked back, and she was standing there; blood tears falling down her face while she looked at me with an almost begging expression.

I felt bad. And I was almost tempted to stay, but kicked myself mentally for that thought, and just climbed to the top of the fence, and climbed down to the other side; to wonderful freedom, and ran away, towards my truck.

"PLEASE," she begged one last time, grabbing the bars of the fence, "DON'T GO!"

I got into the truck, buckled up, fumbled with the keys, nearly dropping them due to my shakiness, and shoved them in, started it up, and stepped on it.

I drove the rest of the way home, thankful that I didn't have anymore run-ins with the fog, and parked in front of my house, and walked up to my door, unlocked it and headed straight to my room, when I was stopped by Cheyenne near the hall to the bathroom.

"Where were you? I've been waiting for you for a while."

"I got stuck in the graveyard."

"How?" She rose a brow.

"The gate was locked."

"Bullshit. It was open."

"It was closed!" I insisted.

"Okay, fine. I'm off to bed."

"Funny," I laughed, "so was I."

"Sure. Come on." She started to walk away. 

I walked up to her from behind, and stopped her in place; running a hand up and down her big nipples that showed through her tight shirt.

"Babe.." She sighed heavily. "I'm tired, okay? I'm not in the mood to fuck right now."

I let go. "You seemed just fine a little while ago. You even had enough energy to let me come all over you."

"I'm just tired. Maybe it was all that drinking.."

"Too tired for sex?"

"Yes, babe.." 

"Let's just go to bed." I dropped it.

We started to walk towards the bedroom at the end of the hall, and I was surprised she didn't once hold my hand.

When we arrived in the room, she took off her skin tight clothes and took off her panties and big bra, then climbed into bed.

I didn't bother taking my clothes off. I got beside her, and went to wrap my arms around her, but she pulled away and turned onto her side. 

"Goodnight." I whispered. 

"Goodnight." She said back, in disinterest.

It wasn't easy going to sleep that day, but somehow, after constant struggling, fighting insomnia, I managed to fall sleep around 3:00...Which meant I'd only get one hour of sleep. I could have gotten to sleep faster, but Cheyenne obviously didn't want to cuddle with me.

When I woke up, it was the same thing from her. No hugging, no kissing, no sex of any kind, and she seemed to even act so absentminded she didn't even remember to cook breakfast, which meant I would have to end up starving myself until I got to work and got something there.




The Graveyard Pt. 01



I had hoped that work would end up being more pleasant than usual, especially given all the crap I was being put through: Having to put up with that douche Jorge, and Cheyenne acting like a cold bitch for no good reason. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. Work sucked just as much donkey dick, and by the time I was done, I was ready to turn someone's table over them. 

"Back to Salem's lot I go." I murmured to myself.

I pulled up to my house, and shook my head as I prepared to step out of my truck, and enter the place that I once considered home. I turned the truck off, then I unbuckled, got out and went towards the mailbox, opened it, and found a big orange envelope that was blank and had no address at all on it. I thought that was pretty unusual, but didn't bother to waste a lot of thinking on it and just took it.

I locked my truck and went inside. 

"Kade!" It was Cheyenne. 

"Hi." I nervously said.

"Hey, babe."

"In a better mood?"

"Yes."

"I can tell."

"What's that?" She pointed to the big envelope.

"Not sure. Gonna find out."

"Okay. Well, I'm having a girl's night out."

"Another one?" I arched a brow.

"Yes. So I'll see you later."

I didn't say anything back. She kissed me on the cheek, then fiercely on the lips, and walked away in the butt-hugging red tube dress and matching heels and stockings. Unusual wear; I thought.

I walked into my room after cooking a steak and a side of macaroni, and sat down by my computer with the envelope and a knife and fork in my hand. But then got up and went and grabbed a grape soda from the refrigerator and sat back down at my computer desk, opened the envelope, and saw a disk that had 'WATCH ME' written on it with a sharpie marker.

"Sure, what the hell.." I chuckled, and slipped it in, while stabbing my fork into my steak.

But then I remembered I forgot the steak sauce, got up, and walked to the kitchen, grabbed the steak sauce from the refrigerator, and came back, but when I was about to sit down, I saw what was on the screen, and dropped my bottle of steak sauce; shattering the glass all over the floor.

"You bitch.." I tonelessly uttered. 

That was freaking Cheyenne on there and, Jorge? Who the hell was that other guy who was behind her? And was Jorge gay? Nah, just some weird kinks it'd seem. Ol' Jorge was being drilled in the ass by a strap-on Cheyenne was wearing...While some guy who had blindfolded himself was pounding her in the ass. 

I wasn't sure what to think while I watched what was happening on they poor quality video. At first I was angry, but then I was just shocked with my mouth open, and then I wasn't sure what to feel. All I knew was that my girlfriend was a slut...My girlfriend of five years who was always as sweet as could be towards me, and could always cheer me up, no matter my mood.

"Screw you..." I clawed the keyboard. "F-U-C-K YOU!" I picked up the laptop, and in a moment of rage, flung it across the room; shattering it.

I may have destroyed my evidence against her, but it didn't matter.

I knew the truth, finally.

I furiously slammed my hands across the computer desk, and then kicked it again, again, again and again; only to pick it up and smash it into the wall, with my rolling chair following shortly after.

"DAMN YOU!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. 

"Damn you to hell."

I smashed probably about everything that had ever meant anything to me, and the whole time I did, I felt like I was going to pass out onto the floor. 

My room looked like a tornado had hit it by the time I left my rage. And I just fell in the bed; feeling like someone had removed my heart.

I grabbed my universal remote and turned the TV on to try and put my mimd on something else.

There was a news report from channel 11, about a series of grisly murders that had happened at Julius Road, and that a few bodies, fresh bodies, had been discovered at the graveyard. Apparently about ten people had been found murdered while I was at work, and about nineteen had been found deep within the woods of Julius Road, with some showing signs of strain, and some without. Apparently a few people had been ripped to pieces, while a few people had their throats ripped out. 

"Some were found at Julius Road...? That's the same place I saw that one body." I was starting to wonder if they were connected.

I wasn't sure why, but I had the strange unexplainable urge to go and scout around for anything that may have been missed; maybe I just wanted to help the police with any evidence that could put this sicko away, or maybe it was something else that was compelling me to go and look. One thing was for certain: Looking for a lunatic who mutilated bodies, who had YET to he caught, wasn't a really good idea.

I figured why not. So I headed to the truck, started it up, and headed to Julius Road.

As I drove through the maple leaves that covered the forest road, that same fog from yesterday started to materialize from seemingly nowhere.

"What the hell?" I pulled over onto the side of the road.

Suddenly the thought of investigating didn't seen like quite such a good idea. The more I thought about it, the more dangerous the fog made it, because if there really was a loon wandering out there, then he could probably use the fog to his advantage and come out of nowhere and turn me into his next victim.

I set off into the forest and started to search around. It seemed as if most of the bodies had already been removed, though I wasn't exactly surprised, and of course the police wouldn't want anyone to see this. But, then, who the hell even came down Julius Road? It only had one house; Joseph's. But then, that brought even more questions: How would the police know? How would they know what was going on out in the middle of nowhere? Many things weren't adding up.

I walked and I walked, crunching through maple leaves, and breaking twigs, trying to navigate through the fog that was becoming increasingly thick and hard to see through.

I finally came to the realization that there was nothing in the forest. So I decided to turn back...But then...

"Damn.." I slapped my head.

Now that I had gotten lost, I figured the only way I'd find my way back was by walking.

So I walked. And I walked, and I walked, and walked, and walked...And finally it sunk in that I wasn't getting any closer to my truck, wherever it was.

But as I started to lose hope, I was surprised to find the graveyard. 

I walked up to the graveyard, and was surprised that the gate was ope...Just like before. Stupid as it was; I entered.

I walked around the graveyard as the fog grew thicker and harder to see through, and soon I had tripped over something. But when I looked down to see what it was, my eyes went wide like a child's.

"Jorge?" I nearly fell against a headstone. 

It was him! It was Jorge! It was his head, but his body, his body was missing. 

"Holy shit.." I backed up. 

As I backed up, I felt something grabbing me from behind. I turned to look...And there she was. 

I managed to break away and I turned to face her; my face going pale while sweat fell down my forehead. 

"Y-you..." My breath got caught in my throat. "You're...The Dearg-Due...Aren't you...? The Red Blood Drinker, from Ireland, that I read about."

She tipped her head to the side upon hearing my words; staring at me studiously, and yet, she was staying chillingly silent while we both stared at each other.

"I'm Róisín." She revealed.

"What do you want?" I choked out; taking a few steps back.

"Please.." She spoke in that same beautiful, thick Irish accent from before, and as she did so, I could see her porcelain fangs on her upper teeth. "Please don't leave!"

"Stay back!" I demanded.

"Please!" She advanced.

"Don't come near me."

"I won't hurt you.." Her voice softened; almost as soft as honey.

"I don't trust you.."

I froze in place from her constant behest, and just watched her very carefully, wondering whether or not I was the biggest freaking idiot for being trusting enough to give her the benefit of the doubt, and try to have enough faith in her, HER! A complete stranger, that she wouldn't hurt me.

She stopped once she was in front of me, and her clear eyes, they were surprisingly gentle and kind; warm and friendly. She reached out a small, slender hand out to my face, and touched my cheek with the most careful of touches; just running her hand up and down my cheek while her eyes went over my face.

She was cold. She was so cold, that it was like I was being touched by falling snow. 

Her touch was freezing.

I didn't make any sudden moves; not so much as a muscle twitched while she touched me, because I was terrified I'd be her next victim if I tried to make a run for it and leave.

"You're so warm.." Her voice was still soft. It was almost lovesick, sounding. 

"Do you fear me..?"

I didn't respond to her question, because I didn't know what my answer may result in if I did answer.

"But I won't hurt you." 

I didn't understand this, none of it. Why wasn't she trying to hurt me? Why wasn't she trying to suck all my blood out? Why hadn't she attacked me by now and reduce me to the inferior and much more insignificant creature that I was compared to her? Why did she touch me so affectionately and cast such longing and loving eyes on me like she did? I wondered all these things but I had no answers.

Her icy hand traveled down my cheek, and her cold fingertips carefully dragged over my lips; feeling and relinquishing the texture of them while she continued to look at me with that same gentle expression.

I found myself looking at her, with my fear and timidness melting away little by little, and, surprising even myself, starting to wholeheartedly enjoy her touch, the way she was touching me.

Her hand fell lower from my lips, and they touched my neck. 

I immediately felt all my fear and wariness of her return upon her hand wandering to the one place that almost every vampire loved and enjoyed the most...The spot that surely she could hear my blood pumping from, with her keen hearing.

"It's okay.." Her kind, assuring sounding voice fell even quieter. 

I found myself swallowing hard, but tried to push my fear away so it wouldn't be so painfully obvious to her. That's what plenty of vampires would love to have seen was a human scared for his or her life.

Her cold hand fell lower past my neck, and was now traveling towards my chest. 

Even with my shirt on, I found myself very quietly letting out a sigh as a respond to her slow touch. I could even feel my heart starting to beat faster.

She brought her other lithe hand to my chest, and started to massage my chest through my shirt; moving even closer towards me than she already was, and now directly right in front of me; literally face to face with me.

The Irish vampire moved her face towards mine, and placed a romantic kiss on my lips; rubbing her lifeless hands up and down my chest, before moving them to my shoulders and gripping them with a weightless grip.

My heart only started to beat faster as I returned the innocent kiss she lovingly placed on my lips.

I lifted my arms and hands up, and they shook with uncertainty, but then I finally wrapped them around her frame, and carefully shut both of my eyes, allowing myself to focus wholly on her lips, that tasted like fresh red roses.

Her inhuman eyes closed as she continued to kiss me.

She pulled her lips away from the kiss after a long, seven, nearly eight minute, innocent kiss, and opened her eyes after I did, just staring intently at my face; a shy smile creeping across her medium lips.

"Your heart beats hastily." She acknowledged. 

I didn't know what to really say in response to her words, because there really was nothing that I could say.

"May I, remove this?" She politely asked; holding my shirt.

"Y-yeah." 

She slowly pulled my shirt over my shoulders and then let it fall out of her hands onto the ground next to us, marveled at my exposed upper body, then, very slowly, brought her face to my chest, and placed delicate kisses on my chest and abs, that made my body tingle, briefly.

My breathing deepened upon feeling her lips on my body, and I knew then that I was becoming aroused by all things that she was affectionately doing.

"Róisín.." I muttered; closing my eyes to her cold lips' touch.

Her eyes stared up at me as her lips kissed my abdominals and then my pectorals in a fixed pattern. 

I felt a twitch down below.

"Your heartbeat quickens.." She said; her lips hovering over my left nipple.

As she continued to kiss my body, I started to notice that the fog that had been keeping me from finding my way out of the graveyard, was starting to clear up and vanish, but just as it started to fade, rain started to come down, and I was surprised at how fast it started pouring, as opposed to just starting off in sprinkles.

With excitement building up inside of me, I stopped Róisín, and being very careful when I grabbed her body, lightly pushed her into the dead grass, causing her back to hit a moss-covered tombstone. 

She didn't seem frightened, taken aback, and put up no fight or resistance; she seemed to fully trust me.

I placed a hand over her left cheek; just resting it there over the icy flesh.

I leaned forward, and placed my mouth over her neck, to which she responded to with a sharp gasp. 

She reached a hand to my hair; icy fingers parting each short black strand sending shivers through my body from the low temperatures.

"Ah.." She tilted her head back against the tombstone; her open mouth exposing her pearly fangs.

Her body was freezing, but her flesh was still so soft and cushiony; so kissable.

I dragged my lips lower down her neck, and she let out another, quiet, airy moan; her fingers still traveling in my hair.

I kissed her neck for a good three minutes, but then pulled away, and led my mouth to her shoulder; reaching a hand down to run along the corners of her left thigh while my mouth brushed over her nippy, slender shoulder.

"Oh.." Her voice grew tinier. 

I could hear the sound of rain falling down as I kissed her shoulder blade and stroked her thigh in a repetitive pattern of up and down, up and down, and she only continued to grow more aroused by this.

I pulled my lips away, and my hand, and placed both hands on her shoulder less white dress pulling it down her body and resting it by her, by the tombstone, only to go after her matching bra which I unhooked, and her panties of the same color.

She gazed at me once she was fully naked; a soft twinkle in her eyes, and a smile that appeared even warmer and gentler than her previous, growing on her lips as she led my hands towards her breasts; making my hands touch them, and her tender nipples, which went fully erect, and caused her to quietly moan, and then kissed my hands affectionately with her lifeless lips.

Her breasts were much smaller than Cheyenne's; two C cups that were a perfectly round shape, without sagging, and her nipples were pale and just the perfect size for her breasts. 

Her figure was so perfect. She wasn't had no sign of love handles; her stomach was trim and flat; smooth and fit and tight enough that any man would appreciate, and yet, none of her bones, not a single one, were showing like half of the actresses on Hollywood. Her physique reminded me of your average gym girl, who trained for health, rather than muscle.

She released my hands and I ran a hand over her stomach; feeling the smooth flesh and then gazed down between her legs.

There was a tuft of hair between her legs, and a pair of pale lips that stared back at me.

I lifted my gaze back to her face.

"You're so beautiful.." I looked at her in amazement; unable to believe that a creature so perfect could exist.

She smiled.

I lowered my face between her legs, which she soon had opened for me, and allowed my lips to touch the hairy bush, planting kisses over her folds. 

She took in a breath, but then exhaled quietly; pleasure building in her soft, ovalish face.

I kissed the sides of the lips, then softly sucked on them; gazing up at the Irish maiden, gazing at the growing look of pleasure that was spreading across her face.

Pulling away, I trailed kisses over the folds for a few minutes, only to pull away again.

I took two fingers; parting the lips that were already trinkling liquids down between her legs, and ran my tongue across the hairy, pink surface; feeling fuzzy hairs touching me as I started to lick her divine cave.

A trembling breath escaped her mouth, and Róisín's body seemed to shake briefly in response to feeling the sensation of my tongue touching her most private place. 

"I-I've never been touched down there, before.." She cooed.

"Your pussy is so sweet...Like candy..." I closed my eyes and continued to work my tongue on her delicious treat. The taste of her warm, pre come leaking into my mouth, only made her taste sweeter. 

She led her hand away from my hair and touched the back of my head.

I closed my eyes, and flicked her cave with my tongue, but then brought my lips towards it, and gently started nibbling and sucking on her; enjoying every moment of tasting her.

"O-oh..." Her lips trembled.

Hearing the increase in her voice, I nibbled and sucked harder; drops of sweet liquid falling down my throat.

"I want you inside me.." She mewed. "I'm so wet for you."

I slowly played around with her pussy; licking up her juices, but stopped upon hearing her words.

I reached a hand down to my belt and undid it, throwing it aside and then unzipping my pants, only to hook my fingers over my boxers and pull them down; freeing my swollen member that was twitching in eagerness for her.

I placed a hand hands on her left snow-white side; resting my hand on her soft, 

side and took my raging red fat cock, leading it into the night-walker's bushy, small core, and pushed it into her; immediately feeling the overwhelming tightness that gripped me upon the red tip pushing into the soaking tunnel that lubricated me.

Róisín let out a cry; her lips curling so high that the two porcelain fangs in her upper teeth were fully visible, but then she let out a quick exhale, that was finally followed by a very pleased moan.

"Ooh...M-more." She pleaded. "Give me all of it."

I fought through the tightness of her crevice, and pushed the swollen head all the way into her, drawing out another moan from Róisín, and then pushed the shaft into her; delving further into her wetness and feeling her muscles increasing even firmer around me.

"It popped..." She breathed.

Obviously she hadn't had many men inside her; she was too tight, so much so, that I had to struggle my way in, just to get into her pale, hairy core.

Even though every other single part of her body felt like touching a glacier, her womanhood was still lively, it was still very warm, and it provided what little heat her body had, while everywhere else, only harvested cold, extreme cold. 

Róisín grabbed onto my shoulders; a cold, yet calm, breath pushing out of her mouth while her eyes dilated from my cock being inside of her, and blood oozed down her pussy and onto my cock.

She pulled me down so that our lips touched, and kissed me slowly.

I moved my hips; sending my first wave into her; and pushing myself deep into her; causing her to moan right into my mouth, and kiss me harder as a response.

Her icy hands gently ran up and down onto my shoulders while I felt her frigid, spherical C cup breasts pushing up against my toned pecs.

I pulled myself out, but then journeyed back into the brunette again; delivering another thrust into her tightness.

Róisín added further pressure to her kiss; but then pulled her lips away, and whipped her head back slightly, with her long curly locks bouncing just as her medium sized breasts did.