I hugged my trenchcoat closer to me and pulled down edge of my fleece cap down over my ears against the cold. It was the middle of the November and Virginia isn't exactly tropical. I checked the address on the small card I had found in my coat pocket along with the note "Come and get your present" and realized it was the funeral home my cousin directed. I climbed up the small set of steps and reached out to knock on the door only to have it swing open at the first touch. The lights weren't working, and I had the feeling I was meant to follow a trail of candles leading into the largest of the chapels. The heat wasn't on, but the tiny flame atop each candle made it at least warm enough for me to shed my coat and cap. The chapel was covered in slowly melting wax; Candles covered the pews, the floor, even the wall had been adorned with them. The altar was clear, save for the open coffin and a naked girl chained to the crucifix behind it.
She appeared to be unconscious, hanging there by the leather binds on her wrists that were attached to a chain leading behind the top portion of the cross, and she was gagged with a length of black silk. As I approached I noticed she was quite exquisite. Long straight black hair falling half her height, framing her pale heart shaped face, accented the pallor of her skin. Her eyes were closed in sleep, but I could tell they were set wide on her face, big and lovely when they opened. Her nose was somewhat wide, the tip rounded close to her nostrils and I suspected it had been broken in the past. I saw her painted black lips were full and plush, even stretched around her gag. Her full breasts slowly rose and fell as she breathed, and the cold of the large room made her small tan nipples strain against her skin. I walked closer, smiling and taking off the rest of my clothes as I saw her neatly trimmed pussy peeking from atop her thighs.
She awoke just as I was about stroke her face with my hand. Her gray eyes at first looked confused; then after she tested her arms and attempted to speak, they were scared. I stifled a smile and asked "Are you my 'present?'" She didn't seem to understand, and tried to kick me. I caught her leg and clicked my teeth at her. "That's no way to treat your new owner." I tossed her leg back down forcefully "Show a lil respect." I told her, trailing my hand up her leg, past her cunt, stopping shortly to play with the silver ring in her belly button before continuing to her lightly sagging tits. She moaned and turned away from me, clenching her eyes shut as if she was attempting to force me away from her. I smiled fully then as I pinched her nipple and rolled it between my fingers as she began to blush.
Her moans became higher pitched, even though they were muffled behind the silk in her mouth. I slid my other hand between her milky thighs, rubbing them as I traveled up. "That won't do at all." I mumbled when I realized her lips were nearly dry. I was almost too excited to worry about her comfort, but I didn't want to hurt myself. I glanced around and noticed that whoever had arranged this beauty for me had left a tube of KY jelly on top of the coffin that stood in front of us on the alter. I let her leg fall and stretched her nipple as I pulled my hands away to retrieve the lube. I couldn't hold back a grin as I poured some KY on my dick, stroking myself to fully coat it as I turned back to my gift. I hoisted her right leg high, took the tube then and pushed it partly into her cunt, and squeezed it, forcing most of the contents between her now gooey lips.
I moved closer, pressing my naked body against hers, kissing and biting the soft flesh on her neck as I dropped the tube of lube to the floor and pulled her left leg up and threw it over my shoulder. I positioned myself at the entrance to her hole, sliding my greased up cock through her slit before I pushed my dick into her slowly. She started shaking her head; trying to scream and rattling the cross she was chained to as I borrowed sluggishly toward her cervix. I stopped with my hips pressed against her pelvis to smack her face just hard enough to make her stop the struggle. "Be a good girl and I won't make it hurt more than I have to." I growled, pointing my finger at her. She glared hatefully, cursing me with her eyes, and then whimpered as I slid nearly out from her snatch and back in again.
My present was producing muffled screams as she deliciously squeezed my cock with her inner muscles. I relished how tight she was, feeling each fold of her tunnel grip and trace my crown and every vein as I worked my organ in and out of her. Imagine my surprise when her legs tightened around me, her moans escalated in pitch and volume, and her pussy spasmed around me and mixed the KY with a flood of her own juices. I laughed as her chest heaved and her head rolled against the carved wood she hung from.
After her orgasm subsided, she still moaned quietly, but now her head hung and her breathing was returning to normal. "Did my girl have herself a cum?" I joked and pounded into her pussy. I raised both of her legs over my shoulders, and she didn't argue about it as I forced my tool farther inside her. Her fists clenched and strained against their bonds as I moved my hips faster, fucking her gash harder with each stroke. I grabbed the arms of the cross and pulled my entire body into the force of the pelvic intrusion. The over-sized crucifix was banging against the wall as I growled at the beauty beneath me. As she started screaming through her gag again, I felt her cunt convulse around my pole. I came inside her, still thrusting deep as she howled into the silk in her mouth. I grunted with the final thrusts that filled her with my seed, holding myself close to her as she came down from her own orgasm.
After we caught our breath, I backed away from her, sliding my not-quite soft cock from her and letting her legs fall. I kissed her on the cheek and let her down from the crucifix, then untied her gag. "One question," I asked as she pulled the cloth from her face and rubbed her jaw, "what's all this for?"
"Later" she told me with a smile as she pulled the manacles off of her wrists and the rubbed the sore joints. She kissed me and started walking into me, pressing her chest to mine and pushing me backwards. I hadn't noticed where she was steering me until I was falling backwards in the open coffin. Before I knew anything else, I had been cuffed to the corners of the coffin by small rings that were hidden beneath the padding. "My turn." She said as she stuffed the length of black silk into my mouth when I tried to ask what she was doing.