Alex reached down to her left calf; his large hand easily wrapped her whole leg, and lifted her leg until one spiked heel rested on the step. Naturally her dress fell to her waist exposing her leg as he pulled her closer to the edge of the step. The slight breeze blew across the dampness of her panties and exposed breasts. “Oh please” was all she heard and they came uncontrollably out of her own mouth.
Confidently Alex stood straight and stared at Ashley lying there exposed to the night air as he slid his hands to her waist and slowly removed her panties. Pushing on her one heel and lifting herself up for him to remove them made her feel exposed in a way she never felt before and she loved it. As she looked into the night sky, off in the distance Ashley could hear the party, recognized voices, and thought this was the best thing that has ever happened in her life. Just then she felt his warm breath on her waiting moistness as she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
At that moment there were ear-piercing screams and whistles and her eyes shot open to see fireworks from their party illuminate the sky and momentarily their space. The sounds and excitement seemed to be exactly what Alex waited for. At that exact moment she felt him suck her clit and insert one finger into her. With a loud gasp, she arched her back as an uncontrollable wave of pleasure erupted within her as her hands pushed down onto the steps. The pleasure was all consuming which made her not care that at that illuminated moment she realized she was on the steps of an old church.
His rhythm of sucking, licking and sliding his fingers in and out were perfectly synced with her breath and building climax. Another loud bang and the sky lit up just as he inserted another finger and she felt herself open up and want more. He licked her clit as he inserted his fingers deep with each blast of the fireworks. Building and building her climax in sync with the fireworks continued and she prayed for him not to stop as she neared ecstasy. Alex then reached up with the other hand, cupped one exposed breast and squeezed her nipple just to the painful pleasure point—exactly as the next explosive firework went off. Again her back arched, he sucked her clit, his fingers slid deep into her and she felt herself explode in ecstasy just like one of the fireworks. As the fireworks rescinded and fell Alex kept sucking squeezing and inserting with every writhing flow of orgasm through her body.
The next firework bang was the perfect time for her loud scream of, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” just before her body collapsed in ecstasy and Alex stood, caressing her exposed body from the waste up, kissing, cupping and sucking both breast before laying his weight on her to keep her warm and giving her a deep passionate kiss.
Ashley felt a slight pleasurable whimper escape her lips around the kiss and tears of pleasure rolled down the sides of her face.
It was a very explosive and fulfilling show of fireworks. She could hear everyone in the neighbourhood cheering as if celebrating her life-changing orgasm. The feeling of complete fulfillment and ecstasy froze her in place for a few moments until she felt his erect cock against her. The need to feel him inside her in every way came rushing back to her as she sat up and pushed him back enough so she could stand erect. Looking toward the party she saw faint outlines of a very old and unkempt graveyard; could there be a more perfect Halloween?
Ashley turned to change positions with him, bent her knees deep and opened her legs enough to pull him in close. He backed against the steps, she undid his pants but they did not fall or slide down easily, she had to reach in and grab hold of his massive cock and pull it up and free from the constraints of his pants. Alex leaned over her with his hands on the steps as she stroked him. She could not do that for long before she had to feel him in her mouth. Forcing her mouth wide open to get the head of his cock inside, Ashley ran her tongue on the edge of the fully engorged head of his cock as she loved to do.
His cock was too big to put down her throat but she loved being able to fully stroke and suck him at the same time. Feeling his cock get extremely hard and pulse let her know he was near climax so she stopped, stood and turned to bend over the steps, spreading her legs in invitation. Without a word Alex lifted her dress and threw it over her back. She felt his hand brush against her ass as he guided his cock. The large head of his cock pushed against her wet waiting pussy, but it was too big to just slide in. She felt his large hands hold either hip as he pulled her toward him. Not letting his cock slide into her, but rhythmically pushing against her, made her wet wanting lips open and close but not go all the way enough for them to close around the head of his cock.
“Does he want me to beg” were fleeting thoughts just before she heard herself say “Oh please, please fuck me.”
With those words the pleasurable feeling of his thickness making her open wide made a shudder run through her whole body. She could tell he was not all the way in but savoured the pleasure of his thick cock as she rocked herself back and forth on him. With each rocking motion of her body and his slight thrusts he went deeper and deeper. Ashley pushed herself up on her hands; she wanted to take him all the way and pushed back a few times until she felt his pelvis push against her. Now each long thrust from him took her breath away as she got light headed, the saving grace was the cool air on her exposed breast. And with that thought he reached forward and cupped her breasts forcing the full length of his cock deep inside her. Alex held her breasts as he thrust hard inside her.
The feeling of complete openness and fulfillment accentuated the building orgasm in her. His moans and pace increased in volume and speed as he rammed harder and harder. The thought of his cum exploding into her and the feeling of him fucking her was too much and again she exploded into orgasm. Pushing herself back as she orgasmed she felt herself almost howl as he gave a forceful thrust. She felt the heat of his exploding orgasm fill her as he shuddered behind her. His orgasm made hers even more intense as his cum seemed to explode from his cock and filled her to the point each thrust pushed their juices out and down her thighs
After a few more lessening thrusts and uncontrollable orgasmic shudders they collapsed together on the steps. Ashley enjoyed the feeling of pressure lessening as his cock slightly softened and start to slide out. A slight movement released him from her and she felt her warm pussy exposed to the cool air slowly return to its natural way but the feeling of his cock inside her was not going away anytime soon.
She stood and turned and her dress fell before putting her ass against the steps. She grinned and wondered if there would be thumbprint bruises there tomorrow. They embraced and he said, “My God I was extremely attracted to you the moment I saw you and the connection I felt was right, that was the best orgasm I ever had in my life. You have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever met in so many ways. I need more of you.”
Alex leaned down to dress himself and for that moment Ashley let her face express her true self and just mouthed “Holy fuck” before he stood and she pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss. As they embraced she could feel his juices mixed with hers escaping and the warmth as they ran down her inner thighs.
After enough time had passed to compose them, she took his hand and led him back to the party before anyone missed them. The night continued with knowing glances across the room and physical, secret knowing brushes against each other. Each touch made her shiver with pleasure and made her want him more and more.
Ashley thought “This has already been one of the best evenings of my life and a lot more pleasure to come in this Halloween for the both of us, he just does not know it yet.”
About the Author
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Story Seven
Elixir Vitae by Charlene Carr
October 31st, 2009. 8:21 p.m. Outside the Halifax Citadel National Historic Site. Nova Scotia.
The city twinkles—headlights and taillights zoom by. Is it too late to escape?
“Rachel Fraser, get those tight little buns of yours up here!” Whitney turns with an excited scowl. “We’re going to be late.”
I stay on the landing below her. “And that’s bad, because…?”
“Because you promised.”
I stifle a groan and jog up the few steps to meet Whitney.
“That’s more like it.” Whitney grins. “This is going to be wicked.”
I sigh. “Interesting choice of words.” The clock tower looms against the night sky. Wispy clouds drift past a full moon. Normally I’d think this sight was beautiful. Normally I’d be in awe. But tonight? I repress a shiver and slow to a walk as I catch up to Whitney. “I feel naked.”
“You look hot.”
“Or slutty?”
“No, hot. Definitely hot.”
“What if the guys wear masks and we have no idea what they look like—don’t you think it’s creepy?”
“Or romantic. Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me I need to stop being so shallow? Get to know a guy for who he is, not how he’d rate on a scale of one to ten?”
“Sure.” We stop at the top of the hill. The gate to the Citadel looks sinister and uninviting. People mill in the lot, chatting and laughing. Nervous laughter?
A haunted tour is one thing. A thing I wouldn’t be the first to choose. But a haunted singles tour? It’s just weird. “And if the guy’s mask covers the fact that he’s sixty-two?”
“Perhaps he’ll have a fabulous son.” Whitney turns and puts her hands on my shoulders. “Listen, we’re here. We’ve paid. You haven’t had a relationship since, what? Grade Four when Bobby Parker pushed you up against a slide, kissed you, and told the whole playground you were his gal?”
Whitney is serious. Dead serious. But with her big white ears flopping onto her forehead and a painted black nose with whiskers glued on, I can’t help but grin. “I’ve dated since then.”
“Dated. Yes. But not had a relationship, if you could even call your playground affair with Bobby Parker a relationship.” Whitney drops her arms. “Besides, I’m having such a dry spell. If you’re not going to have a good attitude for you, have one for me.”
I paste on my biggest fake smile, the one Whitney hates. She lets out a grumble. “You smile like that and the men will be more afraid of you than all the ghosts and goblins this place can muster.”
A loud creeeeak breaks through the night. A hush descends on the crowd as we turn in unison toward the big metal gate keeping us from…whatever is inside.
As if out of nowhere, a man in a kilt and red coat appears on the drawbridge, a lantern in his hand. “This is so great!” Whitney squeals in a voice that’s not as much of a whisper as she thinks. Her manicured fingernails press into my arm. The man stares at us, unmoving, and several chuckles—definitely nervous—rise from the crowd.
Silently, the kilted man pivots and walks into the darkness. More chirrups of laughter. He raises a hand in a gesture that clearly means follow me, then disappears within the stone-walled fortress.
Whitney practically thrums with excitement as she squeezes my arm again—only her excitement seems to be about a group of guys just ahead of us with football shoulders. I take in the broad expanse of their backs—the…superhero costumes? —and find myself thrumming too, with uncertainty. I’ve never been good with the dark, with scary movies or fireside tales. I’m the one who had nightmares, who spent half of every scary movie my brothers goaded me to watch on top of the couch, my back pressed hard against the wall, trying not to whimper or scream. I’ve never been good with striking up conversations with strangers, either.
Almost the moment we pass through the gate, it swings shut with a loud groan. I jump and join a chorus of nervous, twittering laughter. As our event bracelets are scanned and we step further into the courtyard, the sounds of the rushing cars at the bottom of the hill fade away. Wind whooshes around us, then vanishes, leaving a thick and heavy dampness to the air.
“Welcome to the Warden of the North.” A voice booms. I shift my gaze, but can’t see where it comes from. The sound seems to surround us. “This isn’t just any tour,” it continues. “Oh no, it’s All Hallows’ Eve.”
The voice holds mirth. Mirth!
“A night for terror. A night for death’s victims to run free. Or, perhaps,” it pauses, “a night for love.” A figure appears. A man, broad and cloaked and standing in the shadows. This one’s not wearing a kilt. Rather, under his cloak is some sort of suit. Wool, maybe, with massive black buttons and huge leather boots. A large black hat shrouds his features.
“For over a decade we’ve been running tours, telling the tales of this haunted ground, and for over a decade we’ve stopped those tours before this night.” Another pause. “This year we decided to do an experiment, to see if the power of love could overcome the power of the grave.”
A gust of wind, as if on cue, sends a shiver through me. Damn Whitney for convincing me a full body leotard under this costume would be enough. Damn her for convincing me to come out at all. “They’ve never done this before?” I whisper in Whitney’s ear.
“I know.” Whitney’s eyes practically dance. “This is
so great.”
I swallow and draw my attention back to the cloaked man. “I am Monsieur Crane, your guide for the night. The only guide. None of the others were willing to explore the tunnels on All Hallows’ Eve.”
More chuckles.
“They know the truth of the stories you’ll hear. Stories that, as far as we know, as far as many have experienced, are true. These stories have been compiled through the years.” His gaze travels across the crowd. “Some stem from documented accounts in the history books: Murders. Accidents. Unknown disappearances. Others from sightings and hauntings over the years. Many from the experiences of our graveyard shift commissionaires and staff whose job it is to patrol these grounds at night.” Another pause. “Some would call these tales folklore. Some.”
A soft light travels toward Crane. The kilted guard. He passes his lantern to Crane then retreats into the shadows.
Crane’s face is lit from below by the lantern. It casts eerie shadows, but reveals he’s younger than I thought. “Staff will be present for the event afterward, but during the tour it will be only us.” A slow grin creeps across his face. “No theatrics. No tricks. Merely the presence of the past.”
“Yeah, right.” A male voice calls. “I bet you’ve got ghosts rigged up to jump out at every corner.”
The smile disappears. Crane’s head turns toward the man. “We do not.” He addresses the crowd once more. The sombre tone in his voice falters. “And I would ask, for the safety and enjoyment of all, that no one add to anyone else’s experience.” The tone returns. “The experience, as it is, is all you require.”
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