Cemetery Fucking

She skidded around the corner when she came to the sign, slammed on her brakes and snapped off the ignition. So appropriate for her to come here today. A place of dead dreams, dead hopes, dead goals, dead people. The sign reads: The Heathen Cemetery. So far off the beaten path if you didn't know where it was, youd never find it. She knows exactly where she is. Tonight she wants satisfaction. Slamming her car door shut she walks to the edge of the concrete. She kicks off her tall silver heels one at a time as she walks, barefoot before setting her feet into the old stony grass and rocky field. Sharp rocks make landmines for her purple painted toes. She walks purposefully toward a tree in the distance dropping her coat as she goes. Reaching up she yanks the binder from her hair and throws it, raking her nails painfully over her scalp. The storm brewing above her threatens to break but she doesn't care. She came here to do something and nothing will stop her.

Reaching the tree she walks around it scraping bark off on her way. There on the other side she finds her mark. Two headstones side by side. The people who never helped her succeed. Who caused her to be left out of everything, who never understood her. The two people she vowed never to be. She wants to punish them for the unforgivable sins that haunt her life over and over again. She wants to punish the world for those sins, but here is her place to start. All that is left to her is an act of desecration and anger. An act they would truly despise. At least one of them, the other had always desired this from her, making it all the more alluring to finally be doing it just out of his reach instead of at his command. She straddles her mother's headstone and pulls her dress off over her head as her bare pussy meets the cold marker. Dear old mom had always told her to wear pretty underwear in case you get in an accident and the medics see you. Fuck you mom, she thought, I left them at home so I might get the chance to fuck the medic in the back of the ambulance.

She looks at her dad's grave. Flat stone in the ground, dates only, no names. When he'd died shed striped him of all his identity. The dates were the years during which he had hurt her, no more. The wind whips around her in an angry swirl and she thanks a heathen God for the weather. She kneels before her mother and rubs her bare breasts against the headstone. Laying her crossed arms on top of it she works her body back and forth over the carved letters, nipples growing hard from stimulation and cold. Her soft stomach rubs too collecting scratches and scrapes to match her chest. Pain is her ally. Pain keeps her anger hot and her tears at bay. Moving, she leans her back against the side of the stone and faces her father's grave. This is what she wants. She wants him to watch. She arches back against the headstone, knees spread wide open on top of her father's little mark. Finally she turns on the object in her hand and hears the vibration only barely over the wind. The wild wind that is whipping through her hair. She shoves the dildo into her anus and fucks herself harshly. She hates it this way, but that's the point. She hates it his way. Deciding the hurt is enough she switches holes, following the routine, shoving it down her own throat till she gags and throws up on his grass.

Having satisfied the requirements, she decides that it is finally time to get her own satisfaction. She turns it on to high, pushes the tip in and let's it sink into her sore angry body. But the vomit smell is making her nauseous so she moves again straddles mom the wide way and presses her legs up against the sides of the damn thing to hold her body steady. She begins to slide it in and out. The dick feels good, the rebellion feels better. The deeper she angles it the more of her clit it rubs on its way in and out. But that vibrator feels so good on her clit she pulls it most of the way out to stimulate herself. No fingers. She promised herself. She wants this to be vulgar and fast and hot. Her legs want to give but the stone is holding them up. Heat is rising in the cold dark but she can't cum through the searing pain in her legs. This is not supposed to be her penance after all. Dropping on all fours she catches the handle of the dick on a rock and the stone. It holds and she lets it go and works it inside herself in deep circles and pulses.

Resting an arm on the headstone to support herself she uses her other hand to cup her breast and bring the nipple to her mouth. Biting it and working against the dick, her other breast is again coming up and down against stone. The sky opens up and the cold rain pours down but she's almost there. She lifts her head to the sky closing her eyes and letting it wash over her. She's going to come but not here. Quickly she spreads her knees over her father, plunges the dick ever faster and faster feeling the water roll down her back like the cum he would have left there, and finally her anger explodes with her body and she screams FUCK YOU BOTH into an angry night and collapses at the feet of her parents graves. Retribution. Desecration. It is what she wanted, and now has. It is over. Fuck all the things they did not give her, all the times they did not help her, all the things that mattered to her and all the things they couldn't have cared less about. Her mother's little pat on the head with a little, oh how nice, after a huge success. And her father's abuse. Three fucked up kids is what they got. Well, she has no intention of being that to anyone. Fuck this place. All of it. Flinging long wet hair out of her face she turns, leaves her dress, slides her naked body into the coat, throws the shoes in the backseat and cranks her music. Driving away to Backyard Skulls, she doesn't even look back. She's never coming here again.