If you’ve never fucked in a cemetery, you’re missing out. I don’t care if it’s viewed as disrespectful – I love it. And I think whoever is under us is probably jealous they can’t do what we’re doing.

The first time I ever did it, it was with the biggest cock I had ever seen. As a matter of fact, to this day, I’ve never seen bigger. I’d been messing around with him for a few months – and let me tell you something. Size matters, but too big is a thing.

Initially, I thought there was no way it would fit, and it almost didn’t. That didn’t stop me! I saw it as a challenge. Of course, I had to work up to it, a centimeter at a time. I enjoyed the process – even if it was painful at times. Eventually, it became only a slight discomfort that only added to the pleasure.

He came to a Halloween party I was at and wanted to hook up. It wasn’t that kind of party, so we had to go somewhere else. As we drove past the cemetery, he hit the brakes and looked at me. I was instantly wet, and he hadn’t even said it yet.

We got out of the car and started walking through the graves. As we neared this creepy oak tree hanging over several headstones, he whipped me around and kissed me. I bit his lip. Hard.

I could feel his obscene size pressing against me as I rubbed up on him. He reached under my skirt and grabbed my pussy. Like a magnet, his finger landed on the pearl just as I unzipped his pants. I swear, every time that thing was revealed, it was like golden sun rays shone down on it, and you could hear a heavenly choir announcing this Michelangelo-level masterpiece. It was the kind of specimen you never forget.

Before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees, and he was ALL the way inside me. Normally, he’d ease his way in, aware I would need to adjust to accommodate him. This time, he just went for it. I didn’t even realize what was happening until he was balls-deep in me. Despite a little tearing pain as my muscles stretched to make room, I could feel every vein and pulsation as it got bigger and harder – and it felt amazing.

He was pulling my hair as our skin slapped together. I felt his hand slide around my hip. He tugged me closer to him, but then he continued until I felt his fingers on my slut button. I was activated.

My back arched and I rose from the ground, still on my knees with his massive rod thrusting against my sweet spot – not the G-spot, but the place right above it that makes you squirt. He cupped my tits and pulled me deeper into his chest. I wanted to scream in ecstasy. Instead, I became floppy in his arms. My head rolled to the side. He saw his opportunity and took it, sinking his teeth into my neck.

When guys say they’re “into biting”, a lot of them mean little, soft nibbles. That’s simply not enough for me. I get off on that almost piercing pain – especially that moment when it’s so intense, you have an urge to slap it away. Take me there. Hold me there. Make me squirm.

Sasha was very instinctive. He knew what I wanted without me ever telling him. That’s why I kept him around.

Even though we were the only ones with a heartbeat in this area, you could see houses around the perimeter of the cemetery. I knew it was unlikely at this hour, but my mind was flooded with the idea of someone watching us from their kitchen window. I hoped they were. I hoped they saw the moonlight illuminating our rippling skin – and that they enjoyed the view as much as I liked fantasizing about it. If there has to be any shame, let it be shared, right?

“Do you think they can see us?” I asked softly between heavy breaths. “I hope,” he said.

From the moment he had hit the brakes down on the street, I knew he was the perfect candidate for this experience – and I was not wrong.

“Me, too,” I whispered as his hand wrapped around my throat. I smiled at the way our twisted minds worked similarly.

Suddenly, he pulled out and spun us around so fast and fluidly that I was surprised when I landed on top, straddling his hips. How did he even do that?

Both of us were right on the verge. I hovered, motionless, gazing down at him. I wanted to delay the inevitable and soak this up for as long as I could. He had other ideas and began bucking against me.

I was on my knees with him beneath me, ready to ride. I reached down and grabbed it, slowly sliding my hand up and down before teasing my clit with the tip. The sound he let out when I did that brought me right back to the edge. It echoed off the tombstones around us with a ghostly effect just as I felt the crisp fall air on my hard nipples.

He grabbed onto the curves of my body, begging me to lower myself onto him. The slow penetration was so good, I had to do it again. I had worked for my right to not only accommodate his size but also fully enjoy it. Once he had fully entered me the second time, my body began quivering. He was in so deep he pushed the air out of my lungs.

My hands found their way to his chest just as I started grinding against him. I could feel the pressure building. Moaning only intensified it.

My nails dug into his skin, clinging on so I wouldn’t be launched into outer space by our bodies slamming into each other so hard. Thinking about the setting we were fucking in made the

explosion one of the most intense I’ve ever felt. I gushed all over him and collapsed onto his chest.

I’m not one for cuddling, but I lingered there in his arms for just a second. The bodies below us were dead – and I was dead inside. So, I felt “at home”. But this sexcapade? In a place of rest? That’s the most alive I’d ever felt.

I could already feel the hunger building. This wouldn’t be my last time getting pounded in a cemetery.

We returned to the party as if nothing had ever happened. Even if it was still happening in my mind.

“I thought I saw you earlier, but then I couldn’t find you. Where did you go?” Jenna asked.

“We went to get some… weed!” I managed to spit out between the flashing images in my head of his hand around my throat and the person I hoped was watching us fuck on top of the dearly departed. “Wanna smoke?!”