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against him, feeling the fleshy bulk of his cock and balls and thinking how it was going tofeel inside me. His hands came up to touch my breasts through my dress, feeling their shape and then tugging urgently at the material to get me bare. I obliged, peeling it up and off, to leave myself naked from the waist up but for my jewellery, a near naked succubus ready to take her victim into her body.
    His hands found my chest again and I let him feel, lifting my arms onto my head to raise my breasts, flaunting myself, with my upper body outlined in the orange light. Fingers found my nipples, eager and trembling as he explored me, stroking and pinching as I squirmed my bottom onto his lap. I was not far from orgasm, then it hit me, suddenly, and I was arching my back and crying out in ecstasy, my clit pressed hard to his rigid shaft through panties and tights. He let me do it, squeezing my breasts as I rode him to ecstasy, wriggling on his cock, bare and wanton and free.
    I went forward as the glorious peak began to fade, on top of him, wanting to be held and stroked as I came down. He was urgent, too urgent to care for my needs, his hands going not to my back but to my bottom, to pull my cheeks wide even as his cock prodded at my crotch, his fingers digging into the mesh of my tights. I managed a protest, but too late as the seat of my tights was torn wide and my thong pulled roughly from between my cheeks, baring my bottom fully to the cool night air.
    He went in, easing himself up into my body with a long sigh and still gripping my bottom as he began to buck underneath me. I tried to lift up, still dizzy with my orgasm, but wanting to ride him. He wouldn’t let me, holding me firmly with my bottom spread to the night and grunting as he jerked into me, faster and faster, only to stop suddenly. I thought he’d come, buta moment later he was lifting me off and swinging me down from the tomb, his erection wet with my juices and still rock hard against my belly.
    I let him turn me, too high to fight, down across Eliza’s tomb, bottom up. His fingers fumbled at the ruins of my tights, tearing them wide to leave the whole of my bottom sticking out from the hole in the back, whipping my thong smartly down and once more pushing himself up inside me. I took a firm grip of the far side of the tomb as he began to fuck me once more. Now it was me who surrendered; bent near-naked over the cool stone of a grave, my tights ruined to expose me for rear entry, my nipples rubbing on the engraved letters in the lid, Eliza’s hymn to the virtue of chastity.
    Stephen grunted, and came, pulling himself free at the last instant to spray hot come over my bottom and back, then settling it between my spread bottom cheeks to finish himself off. I stayed down, letting him enjoy my bum and feeling a little used, but impossibly horny, too much to resent what he was doing. All I could manage was a weak protest.
    â€˜Pig.’
    He chuckled.
    â€˜Now for that pudding.’
    For one instant I didn’t realise what he meant, and then he was down behind me, his face to my bottom, licking me from behind. My mouth came open in shock, and pleasure too. He was licking my pussy, just after he’d come, something so few men will do, and from behind, something dirtier, more abandoned that I would have believed him capable of. Not that I was going to stop him, and I gave my bottom an encouraging wiggle to make sure he didn’t stop.
    His reaction was to burrow his tongue deep up mypussy. I closed my eyes, relaxing, sure he would take me where I wanted to go without having to be told. He put his hands to my bottom cheeks, fondling and squeezing as his licking grew firmer, and firmer still. I slid my feet apart and lifted my chest a little, taking my breasts in hand, to stroke my nipples. I was going to come, and soon, licked to ecstasy over Eliza Dobson’s tomb, on which I’d fucked.
    I could sense her ghost screaming disapproval of my