Sacrilegious Sodomy: a tale of a horny graveyard anal slut

I am, for a multitude of reasons, almost certainly going to hell: this story is an example of why.

Imagine the scene – a late October evening, dark, dreary, raining. I was walking home with a friend and en route was the local cemetery. He, knowing that I love a challenge, bet me I wouldn’t use the cut through (and the excuse to play with him): a smart way to convince me to be naughty – not that I need it – but kudos to him, nonetheless.

We carefully walked along the broken path amongst the spooky trees and about halfway through the cemetery, and lit only by the moon, I grappled at his jeans and pulled his cock out. He was already fully hard – as much of a pervert as me it seems – and got down to my knees and started sucking on the tip and jerking the length. It was so incredibly naughty – we were still in the middle of the town, of course, with houses overlooking us, and the dead amongst us.

My cunt was feeling particularly needy, so I dragged him over to a nearby tombstone (yes, I am ashamed to write this), pulled down my leggings and bent over it, presenting myself to him. He thrust himself inside me with a degree of urgency, stretching me out and revelling in my dripping wet pussy as he began to fervently thrush in and out of me. I was overwhelmed with sensations – the pleasure, the naughtiness, the element of shame, the rain lapping down on us. It was moody, gothic, erotic.

Although I had something to grip onto (again, oh the shame), this position was hard to maintain. So I did the unthinkable and lay my coat down on a nearby grave and laid down on it. He hesitated, but me spreading my legs for him and touching myself was too much temptation, and he got on top and pushed his big cock inside me. I whispered in his ear what a dirty horny bastard he was, and he groaned, fucking me harder and flipping my legs to the side and over his shoulder.

I was unbelievably turned on, and was in the perfect position to attend to other hole, so sucked on my middle finger and gently pushed it in, later adding a second finger, pushing deeper and wider and loving the sensations of double penetration.

He withdrew, and spat on his cock – “you want to stick that in my ass, don’t you?” I goaded him, “you want to defile me and this grave don’t you?”. I could just about see a smirk across his face. He didn’t hesitate, and guided his cock into my most precious hole, fucking and filling it deep. The sensations, the sinister and taboo situation, accompanied by the rubbing of my clit resulted in a mind blowing orgasm, which in turn quickly milked him and he joined me, collapsed on the sacred earth, sniggering.

As we pulled our clothes up I bowed my head and muttered an apology to each gravestone, trying to retain some element of manners. We giggled and quickly strode away, later discovering we were covered in mud. Whoops. I walk past the same cemetery almost every day with a little grin on my face.

Yep, I’m going to hell.

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