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Subject: {ASSM} Among the Ruins[M/F/Supernatural]
Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2001 00:10:02 -0500
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Among the Ruins
 By BluOrchid
[M/F/Supernatural]

We'd always made love in Richard's car, even if it
was cramped. You ever try giving a blow-job in the
backseat of a Toyota? No picnic, I can assure you!
But then, our options were limited; both of us are
married, and it's been proven that one of the most
difficult aspects of conducting an illicit affair is
maneuvering a place to rendezvous.

Anyhow, believe it or not, after six months even the
novelty of forbidden sex had worn off, and Richard
was becoming bored. I could see it in his dark,
brooding eyes and the nonchalant shrug when I
asked what was wrong. But then one night he
seemed extremely excited, as if he had a secret he
just couldn't wait to impart. He said eagerly, "Celia,
have I got a surprise for you tonight!"

I was just settling into the cramped front seat,
shaking moisture off my raincoat, and turned to see
his dark eyes bright with a sexual gleam. "Oh yeah,
and what is that?" I was somewhat wary, because I
feared any day now he would call off our meetings.
And I needed the sex, considering my husband was
past sixty and it took hard work for him to perform.
Richard, being near my age of thirty-five, was a
stud and I didn't want to lose our sexual
relationship. It may seem contrary to most women's
attitudes, but I knew from the first that this was
purely physical/sexual, not love. And while Richard
was bad-boy handsome and a fierce lover, he was
not worth giving up the financial advantages I had
with my husband, Arthur.

Richard leaned over, put his lips against mine and
kissed me deeply, then pulled back and just stared
at my face. He said, "Damn, you are sexy! I never
could resist you, not from that first minute I saw
you in the grocery store, standing there looking like
a bitch-goddess. With your long blond hair, those
wickedly delicious curves, and that cool, arrogant
glint in your blue eyes. Frosty, but hot down below, I
just knew it." He winked. "And was I ever right!"

I put my arms around him, pulled his head close, and
kissed him thoroughly, our mouths opening, tongues
plundering with abandon, our breaths mingling and
increasing as I pulled back, tracing his wide
forehead, his perfectly even features, the cleft chin
that gave him just the right touch of ruggedness.
"Yeah, you were right. I thought you were going to
rape me right there in the store parking lot."

"I was tempted, believe me." He winked again,
smiled. "But as it turned out, you were very willing.
Remember that first time, on the isolated dirt road
in broad daylight,  you unzipping me as we drove
there, fondling my hard-on and then, the minute we
stopped, you bent down and took it all into your
mouth. God, I thought I would die of pleasure!"

By now I had let my hand wander to his crotch, felt
the growing bulge beneath my hand, and said, "That
still gets you hot, huh?"

"That...and..." He removed my hand, rearranged his
cock, then slid back behind the wheel and continued,
"the surprise I have, remember?"

"Oh yeah, and what is that?"

He started the car, and we pulled out of the parking
lot, his face animated as he told me, "Wait...you'll
see. I don't want to spoil it. This is...a fantasy I've
had for a long, long time but the other day, I found
the perfect spot. Isolated. Private. And at night, like
now, there's not as much risk of anyone being
around."

"You mean you've found a place for us to fuck?" I
was glad, because we both wanted a more
comfortable spot. I looked out the windshield,
wondering where he was taking me...it was a foggy
night, early spring, and already warm for the south.
We'd had a few showers earlier, but now it was
clear and as we sped down the long, lonesome
highway, I asked, "Indoors, I assume?"

"Better. But no more hints, just wait till you see." 

Richard turned onto a narrow dirt road and as we
rode along, the encroaching forest on either side
looked spooky, tree limbs scratching the car. Soon
the road narrowed to a tiny ribbon, and ahead I
could see a snarl of tangled bushes, blocking our
passage. He stopped, said, "We'll have to walk the
rest of the way."

"Just a second, this looks....creepy. Where are we?" 

Richard pointed to a trail off to the side of the
bushes. "There's a path right there, don't worry,
I've checked it out in daylight. Come on, don't you
like the thrill of the unknown?"

And as he said this, I realized that I DID feel highly
excited, even if fearful. But fear can be a great
aphrodisiac, so I hid my annoyance, and said, "Okay,
I'm game!"

He shut the engine off, and as the headlights died, it
went totally dark. Then he reached to the
dashpocket, took out a big, sturdy flashlight and
flicked it on. "Let there be light," he joked, reaching
in the backseat to grab up the heavy quilts he'd piled
there. I'd seen them earlier, but thought it was for
our usual session in the backseat.

Richard got out, shining the flashlight in front of him
as he rounded the car, came to open my door. I
slipped out, and he immediately pinned me back
against the car, rubbing his crotch against me,
letting me get a good feel of his huge hard-on. We
began to kiss, and soon we were both breathless
with desire, dry-humping each other and as my hand
began to wander toward his crotch, he suddenly
stopped, pulled back, then took my hand and said,
"Let's go, I don't want this to be over right here."

We picked our way through the bushes, finding the
trail by flashlight, then went down it for at least a
quarter mile, while I'm wondering where on earth
Richard is headed in this dense evergreen forest.
Finally, he stopped, and said, "Close your eyes a
second, let me position you for a good view."

I did as he asked, and he tugged me forward, pulling
back a tree branch and then saying, "Okay, now
look."

I couldn't believe my own eyes, for there before me
was a large overgrown, neglected cemetery! The old
headstones looked like something out of a horror
movie, tall, imposing and aged, moss-draped, some
crumbling, the fog swirling mysteriously all through
the grounds. I gasped, my mouth hanging open with
shock. "You're joking, you've got to be....surely
you....don't...expect us to have sex...here?"

But as I glanced at Richard's face, I saw he was
indeed serious. His eyes had a strange glazed look,
as if he were mesmerized by the spooky cemetery.
"Yes, this is one of my fantasies, always has been
since I was a teenager, to have sex in a graveyard." 

I thought this was kinky, to say the least, and
perverted at the worst. But again, I reminded
myself that this had revived his diminishing sexual
appetite, and squelched my own premonition that this
was weird, almost blasphemy (though I wasn't
religious at all). I managed to say, "I guess it's...well,
it's different, that's for sure."

Richard turned to me, and like a man possessed, he
began kissing me and with his free hand, pulled my
coat apart, found my blouse buttons, ripped off a
couple, and was then savagely rubbing, pinching my
breasts as we clung to each other. He had
sometimes enjoyed rough play during sex, but I
sensed tonight it would be even more intense. His
fingers gripped my nipple hard, pinched and pulled
until I cried out, and then he smothered my painful
shriek with his mouth, his tongue stabbing and
silencing me as it went as deep as possible, forcing
me to flood with a wild, wicked wanting that made
my knees go weak.

At last he let me go, then headed toward the
cemetery, trampling down the weeds into a path for
me; he went to a secluded corner beneath a massive
magnolia tree, spreading the quilts on the damp wild-
flower-strewn ground. He patted the quilts, making
sure the damp didn't penetrate through their double
thickness, but then said, "Let's explore a little first."

I asked, "How did you find this isolated place
anyhow?"

"You know I do surveying with my company
sometimes, and this was on our agenda. I came here
alone last week, and just knew it was my fantasy
come true." 

Richard led the way and we gingerly crept through
the bleak, neglected graveyard, stopping to read the
names of birth and death dates of long-deceased
people in the 1800s as he shone the flashlight on
headstones. There was an overwhelming scent of
honeysuckles and wild flowers as we walked along in
the eerie silence, not a single sound reaching us. At
one ancient, baronial tombstone, Richard pushed me
back against the cold marble and began dry-humping
me, and I wondered how this would look to anyone
who came upon us. The idea was embarrassing, but
also erotic and I returned his humping, feeling his
cock surge bigger and thicker than ever, my hand
drawn down there to rub him, hearing him groan and
our kissing reach a vulgar intensity. I started to fall
to my knees, got down partway, let my mouth nibble
at his zipper, wanting to feel his cock between my
lips, but he pulled me up, and said raggedly, "No...not
just...yet."

We walked on through the weed-and-flower-tangled
graveyard, studying first one headstone and then
another, Richard's words echoing my own thoughts,
"These poor souls...all gone, dead...and here we are,
experiencing the wildest thrill of living, sexual
ecstasy among the lost ruins."

At last he seemed to grow tired of the exploration,
and headed toward the quilts. As we approached, I
thought I saw a slight movement near the tree, but
it was gone quickly. Then an owl hooted, and I nearly
stumbled over a child's grave, grabbing Richard in
time to stop my fall. "Jesus, what was that?"

"An owl, just an owl." He chuckled, tugging me along
till we reached the quilts, where he positioned the
flashlight on its end, making a spooky circle of light
up through the magnolia limbs. Then we fell upon
each other, grappling with our clothes, me unzipping
his pants and taking his throbbing cock in my hand,
admiring it, how hard, thick it was (thinking of
Arthur's flaccid penis and his inability to ever reach
this kind of engorgement)...aching to suck it, lick it,
tease and tantalize him.

He pulled me alongside him, once we were naked,
and began to run his hands all over my body, hard
hands that could hurt as well as pleasure, fingers
pinching my hard nipples, tweaking them, molding my
swollen breasts in his large hands, cupping and
grasping, then one hand going between my legs to
feel how saturated I was, how dripping wet as one
finger, then two slipped inside, making me cry out.

Richard stopped dead still a moment, looked around,
asked, "Did you hear that? I thought I
heard...something, sounded like something moving in
the bushes..."

I didn't care, I was too far gone, and I pulled his
mouth down on mine, sucking his probing tongue,
feeling his fingers working magic in my cunt as I ran
my hand up and down his cock, slowly, slowly
coaxing pre-cum off the huge head, bringing groans
from him, thinking that the fear WAS heightening all
my sexual responses.

He flipped me onto my tummy, and before I knew
what was happening, he slapped my ass, once, twice
and then hard, harder...making the skin burn, sting
and oddly, this stimulated me, made me want more
and I begged, hearing his breathing get faster,
harder as he reached for his belt, and began
whacking my ass with it, moving up to my back,
making my eyes water with tears of pain/pleasure
and soon, I was squirming, feeling my mons against
the quilt, rubbing, rubbing as the belt stung my ass
over and over, until I began to cum, hard, raging,
again and again...a muffled scream escaping as the
blows subsided.

Stunned, I lay there a moment, thinking that Richard
had never hit me, ever. When I turned over, and
looked up into his eyes...it was as if a stranger had
replaced the Richard I knew. His dark eyes were
eerie with a hot, burning light that seemed to
hypnotize me and make me remain quiet, my body
trembling with fear and...sexual excitement. For now
he rolled over and straddled me, his tremendous
cock surging and leaking wetly, dripping a stream to
my belly, his face violent and angry, a fierceness I'd
never seen there before, almost a painful grimace
as his lips thinned, and he said in a deeper voice,
"I'm going to fuck you straight into hell with me!"

And then he plunged his gigantic cock into my cunt,
as deep, as far as possible and molded his naked
body to mine, his mouth covering mine, his tongue
savagely plundering, making me suck it, feeling his
tongue start to go in and out of my mouth as his
cock went in and out of my cunt, hard thrusts that
nearly took my breath away. I'd never been fucked
like this, and it went on and on, his hard body rising
and falling against mine as we sweated, grunted,
fucked like two rutting animals there in the deserted
graveyard, no one but the dead to hear or see us.

I thought he would never reach climax, we must
have fucked for an hour at least and all the time, he
made the strangest grunting sounds, nothing like I'd
ever heard before, a deep-chested growl that was
scary, and his focus, his intensity, his energy never
faltered, he just keep pumping and pumping his long,
thick cock in and out of my cunt, mumbling
incoherently, almost as if he were speaking another
language, his ragged breaths ceaseless as he'd
consume my mouth, sweat dripping off him,
something primal and fearsome in his relentless,
concentrated fucking...

I came twice, each time dying to stop, give me a
moment to recover, but he wouldn't, just kept up his
dogged pace, as if he were mesmerized, in a trance
of delirious ecstasy... I did lie still after each time I
climaxed, but he just kept pumping, pumping and
humping me as if I were a mere receptacle, a vehicle
for his own lust fulfillment.

When he finally began to cum, I thought he might
have a heart-attack, because he went utterly stiff,
rising up over me, his eyes rolling back in his head
and giving out an eerie, shrill howl that echoed
through the woods, and his cock began to release a
flood -- with each spurt, I could feel the cum
spilling deep and then my cunt full, the hot semen
leaking out between my legs. His orgasm went on
and on, and just when I thought it would never end,
he collapsed on me, dead still.

At last I ventured, "Are...you...okay?"

He grunted, gave that odd growl, then moved
slightly, giving me room to breathe. 

I said, "You seemed...different. Was it just...the
place?"

Then he lifted himself up, looked into my face, and I
was speechless; this wasn't Richard! The dark eyes
were empty pits, with fiery depths beyond reach,
and I quickly tried to get away from him/it...but he
stopped me by placing his arms on either side of my
body. That peculiar voice said, "What did you think
would happen, having sex here, practically inviting me
to fuck you? Do you have any idea how long I've
waited for this chance, a human body to inhabit?
And what a fine specimen I now possess!"

"LET ME GO!" I yelled, trying to free myself.

Then he/it laughed, bellowing, "Oh no you don't, I'm
just getting started!"

And then I knew that I was being raped, savaged by
the Devil himself...as he rose up over me, his cum-
slick tool hard as a steel rod again, about to ram
into me again and again and again and again and
again and again until...

Or would he spare me? Did Satan have a plan for
me?

As the massive cock plunged into my willing flesh
again, I was ashamed to admit to myself that I
loved it, loved it, loved it and wanted it, wanted
it...and as I had these lustful thoughts, I saw Lucifer
grinning maliciously down at me, nodding and saying,
"You are mine now....for all eternity."

                            --The End--

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