The Monk

The Gothic Frat House’s Halloween party was renowned across the campus for being not only the most incredible parties, but also the most raunchiest. It was held in the East Minnesota Cemetery, a huge maze of small one body plots and family mausoleums that provided amorous couples a plethora of secluded spots in which to fulfill their sexual desires away from the prying  eyes of those inclined to voyeurism. The walls of the mausoleums created a natural form of sound proofing, noises would echo between the walls in such a way that someone would have to be stood right on top of cavorting couples in order to hear their sexual grunts and groans.

It was in once such area that “Deathwalker” (aka Hugh Anderson) had managed to lure “Raven Rider” (aka Sally Morrison) with invented tales of his sexual prowess since joining the college. Truth be told, he was, in fact, a virgin. However, his carefully constructed stories, so intricate in detail, had enticed the second hottest girl of the house into going with him to this spot, where she was currently giving him his first (and possibly last) blow job. He lay, his head on the soil at the foot of a small grave, with his black jeans and boxers discarded on the floor next to his hob nail boots, blissfully enjoying the way she worked her mouth on his large cock and feeling rather proud of himself.

Sliding her mouth as far down as she could and taking his shaft as deep into her throat as possible, Raven worked on his cock, her thoughts turning to how, despite how ridiculous this fools stories were, they had made her so wet and horny that she had to have a cock, any cock inside her. She knew they were fake, Ha! She knew most of the girls he’d claimed to have slept with and how much they despised him, she also knew it from the insane level of detail that would be virtually impossible for anyone to remember. Still, it had done the trick and here she was, so she figured she may as well make the most of it. Sliding her hand down to her pussy, her fingers finding her clit she begins to rub furiously, feeling herself getting wet as she pleasures herself. Slowly she slides her mouth up his shaft, allowing the head to pop out, flinging a drop of saliva and pre-cum onto her cheek. Licking her way down his shaft to his balls, wiping away a small streak of her thick black lipstick from him, she plants two small kisses on them before she takes them into her mouth, gently sucking and giving them a playful nibble which alights a surprised Yelp from him. Licking her way back up his cock she gently sucks the head and slides a finger inside herself, deciding she is now wet enough to take him in her sopping wet hole.

Moving up his body she positions herself so that just the tip of his cockhead is in her entrance (her black leather thong long since discarded), from the pocket of her black tutu-like skirt she takes two pairs of handcuffs, she checks the special thumb release catches (she had stolen them from her father, an amateur escape artist) and attaches one pair to each of her wrists. Leaning back, she quickly attaches the other end of the set on her right wrist to his ankle, then allows herself to slide the whole way down his thick shaft, barely able to take his full thickness in her pussy, before closing the other cuff around his other ankle.

 

He stands in the shadows of a tall thick Bush, watching as the female lowers herself on to the males hard member and binds herself  to his ankle. He wonders how long it has been since he last walked this Earth, he does not recognise the strange clothing these people wear, nor the metal ropes the woman has used to bind them together. He stares blankly as she begins to move her body on his, he knows the act, he has seen many commit it in the walls of this cemetery in his previous existence, his own sin leading to his current situation…

Raven slides herself along the full length of his cock, enjoying the sensation of his thick, hard member stretching her pussy, filling every inch of her and stimulating every millimetre of her sensitive hole. Her arms strapped back as they are, naturally arches her back so that the hard rod inside her stimulates her G Spot with every movement. Lifting her head she can see from his face that he is close to cuming already, “son of a bitch” she thinks to herself. Becoming determined to have her orgasm before he has his, she starts to fuck him harder, arching her back further to increase the pressure on her most sensitive spot. She wishes he would play with her clit and help her to reach her peak but he doesn’t. Grinding harder and faster, lifting herself almost clear of his thick cock and plunging herself down until her pussy lips slap against his groin. She can feel her orgasm building, she throws her head back and increases the pace further, his hard member massaging every tiny bit of her pussy. She is about to cum when she hears a loud, squelchy sounding thud. She lifts her head to look, the sight freezes her to her very core…

“God she’s going for it!” Hugh thinks to himself as Raven slams her pussy violently on his cock. He can feel his seed rising already and uses the techniques hes learnt from various sex manuals to keep himself from cuming too soon. He contemplates playing with her clit as she fucks him but decides against it as the concentration would make him lose control of the muscles holding back his orgasm. “I’ll give it 5 minutes” he thinks to himself and lays his head back, closing his eyes in order to concentrate better. The bright moonlight makes his eyelids turn red to his eyes and he focuses on that to help him as she slams her pussy against his groin and grips his cock hard with her muscles. A sudden shadow falls over him and he assumes that the moon has gone behind some clouds. He hears faint footsteps near his head, accompanied by a strange click-clack like noise. A powerful stench of decay assaults his nostrils, almost making him retch. He opens his eyes and looks above his head, his body and muscles freeze with sheer terror, he completely forgets about holding back his orgasm but the muscles hes using to are frozen like the rest of him. On the ground just above his head he can see a grotesque figure, the dark brown robes it wears are torn and covered in damp patches, mud , mould and moss. Maggots and worms crawl their way amongst the folds of the rotted material and all over the frayed and rotted rope belt that hangs about the figures waist. His eyes travel up the figures body, his mind barely registers the fact that Raven is still slamming herself on his cock as he realises he cannot see their upper torso as his view is blocked by a large gravestone the figure is holding above his head in its bony hands, caked with dirt and mould, the last remnants of grey rotted flesh cling to the exposed bone.