Taken By A Ghost In A Cemetery

Taken By a Ghost in a Cemetery

Max Hard

Blurb

A short 4.3k word spooky Halloween erotica about a girl who goes to a horror film showing in an outdoor cinema at the local cemetery. She watches other couples getting it on in the darkness, and then finds herself being mysteriously taken by an unseen force.

Trigger warnings:

Dubcon, sex with a ghost, rough oral sex, choking, anal play, public sex, sex on a gravestone.

Taken By a Ghost in a Cemetery

I watched the couples sprawled out across the graveyard in front of me, cuddling together on blankets in between tombstones. The slasher film unimaginatively named

Axed by the Ax Murderer

(round of applause for that one) was already twenty minutes in, showing in black and white on the projector screen set up a few rows of gravestones ahead.

So far, one of the main characters, the stereotypical blonde cheerleader, was in a hot-and-heavy makeout session with her star quarterback boyfriend. Unbeknownst to them, through the trees, their little sexual adventure was being watched by a lunatic predator.

Tossing some popcorn into my mouth, I leisurely chewed while surveying the people nesting around me. The outdoor horror film screening that annually took place in Forest Hill cemetery was a local favorite, and routinely saw at least a few hundred of the townsfolk show up for a drunken night of public debauchery. Even though alcohol and sex were explicitly banned by the event coordinators, everyone knew that nobody enforced the rules.

The coordinators themselves were too busy getting up to their own mischief.

So, it was an open secret that people flocked to the cemetery on this hallowed evening to drink and fuck under the cover of shadows and darkness. Already, I could make out a few couples hidden behind cracked headstones groping each other. If not for the volume of the dialogue and creepy serial killer music playing from the loudspeakers, I was sure I'd be able to hear people moaning.

Watching others gave me a little thrill, especially since I lacked my own boyfriend to have a bit of frisky fun with. I had purposely chosen to sit as far to the back as possible so that I could watch others without being watched myself. If others were sufficiently self-involved and distracted, maybe I could be a little naughty and touch myself in public...

Just then, the cheerleader on screen screamed as the ax murderer snuck up behind them and struck her boyfriend from behind. So much for his promising career. At the very same moment that the killer's sharp weapon sank into the clueless jock's scalp, a girl to the left a couple rows in front of me gasped, arching her back as her boyfriend went down on her.

Ugh, how I wished someone would go down on me too. I didn't miss the drama that came with college boys, but I missed their enthusiasm for sex and how I was (mostly) guaranteed a regular sex routine when dating one. Taking care of myself was fun, but it didn't really compare to feeling the solid weight of another warm body on top of me or pounding into me from behind.

As the camera continued to film the cheerleader's long drawn-out scream, as it continued to capture the gory demise of her boyfriend, I felt a bit of a breeze pick up. Tonight was going to be chillier than expected, and I'd failed to bring more than a single blanket with me. I shivered, drawing the picnic blanket under me around my frame as best as I could.

The wind caressed my face again, poking and prodding my cheeks. It felt almost like the temperature had dropped by a good five degrees in just a few seconds. Now I wished I was seated closer to the outdoor heating stands the coordinators had set up towards the front. Ah well, I would just have to make do.

Wisps of my hair flew up around my face. Slightly irritated, I batted at the strands that got in front of my eyes. With a tug, the wind yanked the blanket I'd been holding over my chest back down to the ground. I stared at it, feeling a chill creep up my spine. That had been a bit more emphatic, a bit more deliberate, than I'd expected.

Shrugging it off, I turned my attention back to the movie. On screen, the cheerleader was now running through the woods because, of course, she and her boyfriend had decided to hook up at some random cabin in the middle of nowhere. She played the typical clumsy role, tripping over exposed tree roots and slipping and sliding over piles of leaves. The camera switched quickly between her struggling to run in a straight line and the killer with his bloody ax dangling loosely in his hand.

Just as I was starting to get semi-absorbed in the admittedly cliched storyline, a breeze stirred up around me again, playing across my exposed collarbone like icy fingers strumming a guitar. I laid there dumbstruck as the odd sensation began traveling down to my breasts, gently rubbing them through my thin sweater.

Could the wind really make me feel... hot? I wondered as I looked down at myself, trying to reconcile what I was feeling with what I was seeing. There was nobody anywhere close to me, yet I was getting the distinct impression that hands were starting to knead my breasts through my layers of clothing. Right in front of my eyes, my breasts were being pushed up and squeezed together, more and more obviously with each passing second. At first, they simply wiggled slightly, which I could maybe explain away by my own subtle shifts and movements as I tried to get more comfortable on the hard dirt.

But, then they jiggled more definitively, my cleavage growing deeper as some unseen force groped my breasts harder and propped them up towards my chin. Uncomprehending what was happening to me, I watched paralyzed as the wind kicked up and whipped my sweater off my shoulders, tugging the top of my dress down. I gasped as the force yanked my bra down too, as if personally offended that I had so many layers in the way.

My head fell back as icy fingers pinched my nipples, making them harden. How the heck was I feeling these sensations when nobody was anywhere close to me and my hands were flat on the ground at my sides? Flustered, I tried to sit up, sure I was imagining the pleasure. I met some resistance for a moment, as if someone was trying to push me down. But, then the feeling dissipated, and I almost tumbled too far forward instead.

So strange. I sat there, dumbfounded for moments, as the cheerleader on screen finally ended up at the edge of a ravine. She stood there, clutching herself and wailing as the killer stalked closer.

Nothing happened for a while. The suspense on screen stretched on as the killer crept closer to the cheerleader, ensuring she had nowhere else to run.

But then, a gust of wind whipped up at me, causing the hem of my skirt to ride up to my waist. Icy fingers danced idly up my calves, then played along my inner thighs. I held my breath as I watched every space on my lower body the invisible pressures tickled. They crept ever closer to the center of my heat.

They hovered at my entrance, gently stroking my innermost thighs. My heart pounded from the anticipation. What was happening? This couldn't be...

And yet, as the ax murderer struck the cheerleader on screen, an unseen pressure began building on my clit. I gasped, my nipples hardening as I felt something thumb my little button, teasing me with little gentle strokes. Whatever force was touching me kept its constant motion, drawing a series of little mountain peaks into my nub, over and over again.

I couldn't help it. I shoved a hand against my mouth to stifle a moan. This shouldn't be happening. There was no one anywhere close to me, yet I could feel myself being brought to a hot red flush, melting into the ground beneath me. I stiffened, my pussy beginning to throb, that familiar build-up of pleasure spiraling through me as my button was teased over and over again.

"Oh,

god

," I let slip out as the unseen force increased its rhythm, eliciting shallow gasps and rapid breaths from me. I didn't have the will in me to stay upright anymore. Moaning, grateful that the sounds of my pleasure were swallowed up by the blonde cheerleader's screams, I fell back against my blanket.

How was this even happening to me? Was I imagining everything? My hands fluttered frantically to my forehead, covering my eyes as my nerves assaulted me, the pleasure sweeping through my core. My fear warred against my arousal as my toes curled and my heels dug into the dirt, trying to find purchase.

Before I could come, the feeling stopped as abruptly as it started, and I was left in a heaving, distraught pile on the ground. Lifting my head to look down at my body, there was no evidence of anyone between my legs, yet I could feel a sort of presence there, hovering, lying in wait. My clit whined at me, feeling much too agitated at being worked up only to be denied that promised climax. Even my breasts felt heavier with desire, my nipples straining into the night air.

Sighing, confused, I moved to adjust my dress and cover myself up. That was when the unseen force struck me, slapping my hands away. It gave me such a fright that I tried to scramble backwards, but invisible hands only grabbed my thighs and yanked me back to my original spot. I stifled a scream right as the cheerleader on screen was dealt a final blow, causing her to fall straight down into the ravine. At the very same moment that the ax murderer kicked her off the edge, a cold wetness sank against my cunt, rubbing against me like a tongue.

I bucked, crying out softly as this new sensation assaulted me. Whoever or whatever it was licked me thoroughly, dragging its wetness lewdly all the way from my tingling clit down along my pussy lips and deep into the crack between my ass cheeks, then back up again. It did so leisurely, decadently, like it was taking its time licking a melting ice cream cone. My cheeks burned at the explicitness with which this force dragged against me. I jammed my fist against my open lips frozen into a silent cry as it began rocking its mouth against my cunt, burying itself against my clit.

I was being demolished. I couldn't take it any more. I dissolved into a series of frantic wails, urgently trying to muffle the sounds of my pleasure as I exploded off the ground, my hips flying up into the air as my thighs shook. I saw stars as my soul fled into some alternate dimension, then finally returned to me as I sank back down, still trembling, trying to catch my breath.

"Holy shit," I whimpered, feeling like I could black out from the pleasure.

I waited, wondering if something else was going to happen. But, the unseen force left me alone, for so long that I thought that was the end of it. I let down my guard, straightening out my outfit and returning my glazed attention to the screen. The cheerleader was now lying at the bottom of the ravine, one hundred percent dead, and the ax murderer was turning to his right, drawn by the sounds of a couple laughing from a nearby stream. The camera panned to follow his swagger as he loped towards them.

Some of the couples ahead of me were beginning to not so subtly fuck behind the bushes. Definitely, a number of moans and high-pitched shrieks were

not

coming from the film. It all had me feeling a little hot and bothered.

I needed something more. Something thick and phallic to slide into my aching pussy.

On screen, the camera had flicked to the couple by the water. The couple had just been making out, and now the girl was sinking down to her knees, grinning cheekily up at her boyfriend. She retrieved his cock from his swim trunks and began sucking him off, long and hard. He groaned, fisting her hair and dragging her tighter against him so she had to deep-throat him. The image and sounds emanating from the screen had me wet all over again.

Suddenly, my hair which had been kicked up into loose strands again was tugged sharply backwards. I cried out, shocked—and that was when something that felt suspiciously like a cock sank between my lips. Startled and freaked out, I tried to scream, but even though my mouth was open and I couldn't see anything between my lips, the sound came out strangled. My eyes widened, uncomprehending what was happening to me.

The force around the back of my head pushed me forward so that I had to take this invisible girth even deeper. I choked as the tip of the cock pushed against the back of my throat. Whoever this was was a big motherfucker. He was unrelenting, barely giving me any time to adjust to his length and size. Before I knew it, I was being ruthlessly facefucked, my head dragged forwards and backwards along an impossibly long shaft.

Tears streamed down my face as I gagged repeatedly on his massive cock. My jaw felt strained as I fought to breathe around the intrusion. Wet, slopping sounds filled the air as the unseen force thrust into me, over and over again, in perfect timing to the blowjob being shown on screen. As scary as this whole situation was, I couldn't help feeling turned on. My pussy pulsed. Not knowing what was going to happen next excited me just as much as it utterly terrified me.

I moaned, feeling my saliva drip obscenely off my chin and down my front, pooling on my breasts. Unthinkingly, my hands found my aching mounds and squeezed them, finding myself turned on at being taken. The force began speeding up, thrusting into my mouth harder, more urgently. My muffled cries sank wetly against nothing.

Suddenly, a groan rocketed above me like distant thunder. My eyes widened as I searched for the owner of the sound, but he was nowhere to be found. On screen, the guy jerked against his girl, clutching her head to his dick, making that unmistakable O face. The force in my mouth thrust deep into my throat one last time, making me gag. It stiffened and erupted, spewing hot white cum straight down my pipes. I choked back the bitter fluids, caught by surprise.

Maybe at some point, I'd realized I was being facefucked by a ghost. But, it was one thing to shakily register that, and a whole other matter to realize that this immaterial being still had physical stores of hot-blooded male virility. I moaned, trying desperately to swallow every drop it pumped into me. The invisible being dumped so forcefully into me that I was literally shaken like a leaf caught in a twister, dragged forwards and backwards on the ground. I shivered as it came with a roar that cracked against the night sky like thunder.

When it finally let me go, pulling out from my mouth as suddenly as it inserted itself, I tumbled down against my blanket, completely spent. I trembled, my nerves shot from the experience, my fear catching up to me finally as the pleasure dissipated.

I tried to figure out what this being wanted from me. It didn't exactly seem malevolent; I didn't get any creepy or evil vibes from it. If anything, it seemed melancholic, lonely. There was a certain wistful longing to every stroke. For every urgent, desperate thrust into me, every rough grab of my hair, there was a glancing tenderness to the brushes against my cheeks, the fleeting caresses against my skin.

Still, my brain couldn't digest that I was being touched in such an intimate way by something I couldn't see. Suitably spooked and simultaneously horny, I began to gather my things, determined to leave before any other weird shenanigans could start again.

But, before I could even get my dress back down properly, I was suddenly thrown forward. I cried out, petrified now, as the spectral being manipulated my body against my will, propping me up against the nearest headstone. I tried to fight back against it, but it was useless; my limbs were no longer my own. Shaking, I found myself pressed firmly against the cold cement of a gravestone, my bare breasts digging into the rough material, not even a few feet away from a couple absorbed in their own little world. Behind me, the being lifted the hem of my dress and slid its icy fingers under my g-string, pushing it away from my entrance.

Despite my fear, I was so, so wet. Damn my traitor body!

I felt cold fingers wrap around my throat, forcing my head backwards. Gulping, struggling to keep my panic in check but quickly spiraling into despair anyways, I found my gaze dragged back up to the screen, where the ax murderer was creeping up behind the couple. The girl was now riding her boyfriend's dick, unabashedly sobbing in pleasure and moaning how much she wanted him. I had to admit, watching her naked boobs bounce as she rode him like the perfect cowgirl sent a gush through my cunt.

The cold fingers squeezed around my throat, cutting off my air supply and jacking up my heart rate as I tried to scream but couldn't. Meanwhile the being's other hand deftly spread my legs, forcing me to open for him. I choked, gasping as its fingers circled my pussy lips, smearing my leaking juices around my tight hole. The throb between my legs awakened again, pounding like another heartbeat in my heat.

The girl on the screen finally caught sight of the ax murderer and screamed as he slashed at her lover from behind. At precisely the same moment that his ax connected with the poor guy's skull, my own spectral lover steadfastly pushed his girth into me. I gasped at the impossible hardness of his member, wanting to cry out as it slid inch by inch up my channel. I felt much too tight for how massive he was, and struggled to accept him.

Reading my resistance, the being slapped my ass harshly, trying to get me to open up. My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no sound left my lips, not from how tightly he was choking me. He kneaded my ass cheeks, groping me so lewdly, like I solely (soully, get it?) existed for his pleasure. It was enough to make me burn with humiliation, wondering futilely if anyone else was witnessing me being manhandled like this. If anyone saw me now, they'd think I was being a freaking creep, getting myself off on top of a gravestone! If there were any living relatives of this poor sod I was being fucked on top of, they'd flagellate me for desecrating his site.

As my haunting ghost continued to slam into me from behind, rocking me against the decaying headstone, I furtively scanned the other couples laying about on the grass in front of me, hoping that nobody could see that I was being railed. My vision was beginning to get fuzzy from the lack of air, but I could still make out shadows and shapes in the darkness, pounding into each other in various positions. Everyone was too busy fucking each other to pay any mind to me.

I glanced up at the screen where the murderer had callously discarded his male victim and was now stalking across the rockbed towards the girl. It was an undeniably sexual shot, the way the girl pathetically scrambled backwards in the water, her breasts bouncing obscenely from her flight. I moaned, jerking as my ghost lover drove deeper into me, beginning to hit my g-spot. At the same time, his hand coasted around to my clit and began rubbing delicious little circles into it.

I bucked hard, gripping the gravestone for much-needed support. With a sudden cry, I sucked in a fresh breath of air, the ghost's hand releasing from around my neck to grope my breast hungrily. The combination of my breasts being cupped, my nipples rubbing against the rough stone surface, my clit being stirred like a latte (with extra milk) and my pussy being pounded into made me tumble into the abyss with little warning.

Right as the killer penetrated the hapless girl with his knife, I clenched hard around my spectral being's dick, sobbing as I erupted against the headstone, nearly tripping into it and slamming my knees. I came with such force, my legs quaked, barely able to hold myself up. Spilling around my assailant's cock, I was forced into another rip-roaring climax as he continued fucking me from behind. With a cry swallowed up by the woman's on-screen screams, I squirted hard onto the headstone, my fluids staining the poor lad's inscription.