Carmen and Gillian had a kinky relationship, so they decided to have sex in the cemetery on Halloween. So on Halloween night, they walked into the cemetery, arm in arm. Carmen was dressed like a vampire in a short skirt and cape and an old fashioned corset that stopped just below the bosom, leaving her breasts exposed. Gillian was dressed like a barbarian, topless, in leather pants with a big costume sword that she carried over her shoulder.
It was already dark when they reached the cemetery, and the moon shone overhead. They entered by a hole in the gate partially covered by a hedge and found themselves in the oldest part of the cemetery. All around them were monuments to the dead, statues of weeping angels, obelisks, big, old-fashioned granite tombstones.
It made Carmen damp just thinking about it. She could feel the death in the air as she breathed in and out the loneliness and the eternity. It made her burn with passion. She grabbed Gillian by the crotch and began sucking on it through her tight leather pants. Gillian moaned and writhed, pushing down on Carmen's shoulders to keep her balance. Carmen looked up from Gillian's crotch and saw a stone angel looking down at her plaintively. Was it only her imagination, or did it move just a little?
"Hey Gillian let's fuck against that statue," she said pointing. "It looks kind of lonely." Gillian laughed.
"I'm so horny I'll fuck you anywhere," she replied, slipping out of her pants. She was not wearing panties.
Carmen pulled off her string underwear and stood embracing the statue of the angel.
"Come on, fuck me," she whined, clutching the stone in front of her. "I'm so hot I feel like I'll die if you don't fuck me right now."
"Ooh, maybe I should let you. I never fucked a dead girl before," Gillian replied, taking the plastic sword into her hand. She gently ran it up Carmen's leg up to her pussy and rubbed it against her clit, making Carmen even more damp, teasing her hole by flicking the very tip in and out just enough to make her desperate for more.
"Come on Gillian, don't joke. The dead are listening," Carmen moaned, staring up at the statue.
Gillian took the costume sword from between Carmen's legs and with one great stroke, thrust it up her own pussy. She pumped it in and out, moaning softly with pleasure, then drew it out, dripping with her juices. Gillian put her tongue against the flat side of the blade and ran it along its entire length, savoring the taste of her own secretions.
"Umm, tasty! Do you want some, Carmen? I know you like the taste of my pussy. Lick it." Saying this, Gillian put the sword out in front of Carmen, as though threatening to slit her throat.
Carmen tentatively put her tongue on the costume sword and ran her tongue along what would have been the edge, had the blade been real.
"You know you're standing on someone's grave." Gillian teased. Carmen moaned and began to stroke her clit as she licked up and down the sword.
"Six feet down someone in a coffin is staring up at us, watching," Gillian continued, kissing Carmen's neck. "It makes me so wet just thinking about it."
"Oh, please," Carmen whined.
Gillian inserted one of the handguards up her own pussy, positioning the sword between her legs and securing it firmly in place with her belt, the long hilt facing forward. She thrust the hilt into Carmen's pussy from behind as Carmen leaned against the pedestal.
"Yes, fuck me! Give the dead girl underneath me a good show!" gasped Carmen between thrusts.
"Dead girl? How do you know she's a girl?" Gillian asked, pumping in and out of her.
"Because I'm rubbing my clit against her name plate." Carmen moaned as the hilt of the sword thrust hard in and out of her.
"Bet she was hot," Gillian said, gasping in pleasure as the handguard worked itself in her pussy each time she thrust into Carmen.
"Maybe," Carmen panted. "She was only 18 when she died."
"Any idea what killed her?" Gillian moaned.
"It could have been anything." Carmen cooed. "There were so many things that used to kill people, like cholera, plague and syphilis. It must have been fun to live a century ago." Carmen looked up at the statue and thought she saw a tear drop forming in its eye. Now she knew she was seeing things.
Gillian continued thrusting and Carmen moaned as she rubbed her breasts and pussy against the cold stone. Her pussy was soaked, the juices flowing freely onto the name plate. She loved the feel of the sword's hilt inside her, working her. Gillian really knew how to use it.