Jenna lay in the darkness, too horny to sleep. Forty minutes ago, she had begged Oliver to fuck her, but he had refused. "Come back tonight," he'd invited.
She had persisted, insisting that she wanted it now. "Just a quickie," she'd begged.
"Won't be that quick," he had warned her. "And it's high summer. Nights are short and the days are long."
Jenna had been willing to take the risk. Truth be told, she wanted to experience exactly what he was warning her against. She had eventually worn him down and he'd agreed.
Eagerly, she'd stripped out of her clothes. Oliver ripped his own clothes to shreds, then bent down to the granite floor, slipped his fingers into the small hole, and hoisted a stone slab up and out, revealing the hidden crypt underneath. Jenna climbed down into the hole and lay on her back. Oliver jumped down after her and replaced the stone slab above them, leaving them in the pitch black hole. From above, it was back to being a smooth granite floor. Underneath was a snug dark space the size and shape of a coffin.
For six hundred years, the vampire currently calling himself Oliver had hidden from the daylight in this tiny hole. Today, Jenna would join him. With sunrise imminent, Oliver wasted no time getting inside the freaky chick. She needed no foreplay. She was wet and ready for him. His cock slid quickly and easily into her waiting cunt.
In the darkness, he fucked her hard and fast. He didn't have time for anything else. And as it turned out, he barely had time for even that. Shuddering and groaning, Oliver poured himself into her. And then the sun rose.
A vampire dies at dawn. His heart stops. He ceases to move or think or live. Jenna was trapped in this pitch black hole with Oliver's corpse. His large body was draped over her, too heavy for her to shift. And his rigid cock was still lodged deep in her pussy.
Jenna was panting with frustration. She had been seconds away from her own climax when Oliver had died on her. But she didn't really mind. The longer her orgasm was delayed, the more powerful it would be when it finally happened. And this promised to be a very long delay. The summer sun would keep Oliver dead to the world for maybe fifteen hours. That would be a quite a long time to have a man's dick buried in her body.
He was a big man, in every sense of the word. His bulk was too heavy for her to shift, and there was no possibility, in this cramped space, for her to wriggle free. And that long, thick cock was a peg holding her firmly and inescapably in place. But far from being alarmed or frightened, this was precisely what she'd counted on when she'd begged Oliver to fuck her.
Hours of penetration, absolute darkness, vampire sex, and the thrilling possibility that she could very well die like this, victim of a bloodsucker, were all working on her, pushing all her erotic buttons.
There was no way to measure time in the crypt. Her watch was up above with her clothes. Ditto her phone. She had no other option but to wait here in Oliver's grave. Yet, even without a way to measure them, the hours passed. Oliver's cock stayed hard and rigid within her, but as his body temperature gradually dissipated, it became a cold, fleshy spike in her sex.
There was no chance off throwing him off. Oliver's back was right up against the stone slab covering up this hole. But by rocking her hips, Jenna was able to achieve some limited control over the depth of his penetration. She moved him in and out of her, fucking herself on the vampire's dick.
As the hours ticked by, Jenna started to feel some real fear. What if the magic that enabled a vampire to rise, night after night, was somehow disrupted by the presence of a living human? If Oliver didn't rise, she would be trapped down here. Even if she could somehow free herself from the heavy, penetrating weight of his body, there was still at least a ton of solid granite over her head.
