Edward Thackeray’s Afterlife (part 3), Series
Goth Graveyard Passion
An Alt. couple raise Edward’s dead spirit with their sexy moves
You can read part one and part two first but each can be also enjoyed as standalone stories.
The weekend before Hallowe’en had brought several young people to Edward’s grave. A knot of boy scouts had dared each other to touch the gravestone after dark, allowing him to sip energy from each nervous or exhilarated child and he sensed the power fizzing from the confines of his coffin.
A local woman, who considered herself a white witch, visited the churchyard every year to perform a ceremony of respect and remembrance for the passed spirits. As she walked widdershins round the church, he bathed in her potent aura, feeling stronger.
After a steady stream of thrill seekers on All Hallows Eve, his final visitors were a goth girl and her leather-coated boyfriend who proved a great source of energy.
The girl sank to her knees, black tights laddering on the sharp stony turf while she submissively took the stout length of her boyfriend’s cock deep into her throat. Edward considered the unfamiliar look of her purple lipstick, unable to deny it struck a sharp, sexy contrast against the pink wetness of her sucking tongue. Saliva added gloss to the lad’s burgeoning erection as she swathed it, sucking with hollowed cheeks.
Her boyfriend curled his fingers round her dark swishing bunches, pulling her mouth hard against him until she gagged.
“That’s right, suck it, my dirty girl,” he’d growled, rocking so his hips thrust in her face.
The girl responded by sucking harder and more noisily while sliding one hand, adorned with chipped black nail varnish, inside her underwear.
“Can’t get enough, can ya?” the boy groaned with pride, not long before throwing back his head to roar his release. “Fuck … yeah!”
Edward tingled simultaneously with the lad’s frenzied release. The girl began to swallow the resulting cum but he pulled back. Instead, using pearls of jizz from his cock he decorated her neck and decolletage with opaque spurts. Her burning humiliation thrilled Edward as much as it did the girl, energy which leaked from her passion finally enabling his ghostly spirit to leave its grave.
Feeling light as air, Edward drifted around the young couple, surveying their dishevelment. He noted that jism dripped from the youth’s wilting cock onto the grass but was more interested in that which trickled warmly into the girl’s cleavage. He swirled behind her back, causing strands of her dark bunches to flutter and goosebumps to rise on the nape of her neck. She scrambled to her feet, licking her lips, but her guy’s hands on each shoulder pressed her back against the stone block of Edward’s grave.
“You know I hate tights, freakin’ passion killers!”
He grunted, reaching under her black cotton skirt to drag the waistband of her opaque tights down. The girl’s mouth formed an ‘O’ of barely suppressed delight, basking in his roughshod treatment of her. The spirit which hovered around them was charged with another surge of power by their raw emotions.
“Spread them!” the boy growled.
His girl opened her legs as much as the fabric bunching round her ankles would allow. He thrust three fingers inside her none too gently, but she simply released a faint moan.
“You’re soaking,” his voice was laced with admiration, “I like how you crave this.”
He commenced thrusting with his fingers while his thumb made pressing circles on the pierced hood of her clit.
Goth girl sucked in gulps of chill night air, as Edward’s spirit loomed shadowy above them. He was enjoying her warring emotions of desire and debasement. When the boy began to slap her cunt, drawing out yelps as explosive sensations of pleasure combined with pain, Edward began to take on the contours of his living form. This had never happened before and he was rapt with fascination. The energy from the couple’s aggressive sex play had resulted in an ability to materialise into an approximation of the man he once was.
The girl climaxed loudly, “Oh God, Oh fuck, don’t stop!” Her abdomen made staccato pulses while her spread legs trembled.
Bending his head to her pulsing pussy, the boy tasted her fragrant musky juices. Lapping at the vivid pink of her labia, he tapped the hood of her clit making his girl writhe, initially with sensitivity, which he drove towards pleasure. Nestling his mouth in the crease to the side of her groin he inhaled her sweet sour fragrance. When latched on hard with his lips, he sucked energetically, drawing blood up to the surface, while nipping and biting until she was marked with a vivid bruise.
“All mine” he surveyed his handiwork.
The girl lay panting, not only decorated with cum on her chest, but a vivid love bite on her inner thigh. She reclined open and willing, her pussy walls still throbbing from his attentions. She was unaware when her suitor turned away to take a leak, allowing Edward to move stealthily into the space between her thighs. Cautiously he slid his first erection for two centuries into the molten slick of her eager cunt.
The goth girl moaned, writhing as the cool entity of his otherworldly member throbbed, piercing a path through her warm wetness. She felt the delicious passion of it’s invasion and supposed her fella had brought their glass dildo along for her pleasure. Closing her eyes she pictured that she must look a lot like a rag doll splayed out, being invaded by an unforgiving column of glass. This mental picture, combined with Edward’s coupling, made her hips buck and her pussy throb in time with his voracious thrusts.
She felt a pressure of desire and release building inside her, a slot machine about to discharge its jackpot. Her body glowed; wanton, desired and powerful while the cold phallus penetrated her. He ploughed on, deeper and faster, riding her harder than she’d experienced before, but she welcomed it. She pulled her legs up to hold his hips against her while his cold hard fingers gripped and twisted her tits. She bit her lip to suppress a cry, it hurt, but it felt good. When Edward came, it tipped her over and she moaned, spasming and mewling. Covering her face with her arms, she felt overwhelmed and blown apart. Edward slipped out of her unnoticed while she drifted on a wave of ecstatic exhaustion,
He was awash with euphoria. What bliss to experience an illicit sex act again after hundreds of years! Getting his dick wet had energised Edward to a level where he could see the nails on his hands and feel the ground beneath his feet.
To be continued …
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