Perverts 'R' Us

Resurrection Mary

By Danyealle ( M/F/Supernatural )

Glancing around, he tapped his foot impatiently. She was late, as always. Every year she did this, or so it seemed. Finally, there was that cool breeze with a smell of roses to it, a sure sign that she had arrived. Turning around, there she was, smiling. Of course she was dressed in that beautiful, shimmering, sky-blue ball gown that was the exact color of her eyes.

While he had been irritated about her being late, he couldn't stay that way in her presence. Reaching out, he took her hand and leaned in to kiss her cheek, the scent of roses filling his nose as he did. "You are as beautiful as ever, Mary."

Smiling, blue eyes sparkling, she blushed a bit, "Thanks, Tom. Shall we go?"

Pulling her closer, he slipped his arm around her thin waist before walking up the stairs into the ballroom. The place was packed wall to wall and the music vibrated everything. With ease, they wove through the tightly packed mass of people to the dance floor. Nobody took any notice of them even though the area was tightly-packed with people. It was as if no one could see them. After one the song, a ballad from one of the current rock bands, finished the DJ kicked up the big band music, what they both had been waiting for.

After several hours of dancing they eased themselves out the door and started to walk down the shoulder of the road. Sighing, she looked around, a sad expression on her face. "So much has changed over years Tom. It seems almost like a different planet from what it was like during our time." she sighed, a melancholy expression in her voice.

Giving her hand a reassuring squeeze, he nodded, "True. But time marches on and the things we once knew are long gone."

"I miss the O. Henry and the weekends there, dancing the night away. Those times were much simpler."

They had reached their destination by this time. Without dropping her hand, Tom opened the old iron gates and let her walk through first. He then stepped in, pulling the gates shut behind him. "True Mary, I miss it as well. But this is no longer our world and you know it."

Slowly, they weaved their way through the gravestones. At this time of night the cemetery was dark and eerie, a ground fog swirling around among the headstones. The bright, full moon bathed it in a silvery light, making it look almost ethereal. They both often thought that all you needed was a few ravens cawing in the background and it would put any horror movie set to shame.

Finally, the large marble mausoleum was in site. Walking over to it, both of them sat on the flat top of a nearby above ground vault, their hands still entwined.

Demurely crossing her ankles, she swung her feet back and forth. While she liked the outings very much, and went with Tom once a month and several times alone, it always saddened her when the night drew to a close.

Looking over at her, he smiled. The moonlight caught her shimmering blonde hair and seemed to blend with it. Her pale skin was flawless and the slight, misty glow of it actually seemed to make her more beautiful that she normally was. Leaning over, he kissed her softly on the lips, giving her dainty hand a soft squeeze.

Putting a hand behind his head, she kissed him back, her tongue parting his lips.

Breaking off the kiss, he gently pushed her onto her back then pushed her flowing skirts up to her hips and slid her undergarments off. Getting on his knees between her spread thighs, the unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down to his ankles. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he leaned over her, putting the other hand on the cold cement. Once again he kissed her while he rubbed the head of his dick up and down her already-wet slit. Slowly, he eased it into her then started to slide it in and out.

Moaning, she drew her legs up and spread them further apart. Wrapping both arms around his shoulders, she held him tightly, her mouth locked on his.

Finding the rhythm he liked, he fucked her with long, smooth strokes. His now free hand strayed up to her pubic hair and gently combed through it before his thumb found the little bud of her clit. Rubbing in the way she most liked it, he could feel it throb slightly.

Shivering, she whimpered and squirmed around under him. Her body seemed to tingle and throb all over from the jolts of passion surging through her. Bucking her hips upward a bit, she matched his strokes.

Knowing her body as well as he did his own, he knew she was on the verge. Thrusting faster, his thumb flicked and rubbed her clit, coaxing it to peak.

Suddenly, she broke off the kiss. Arching up, she let out and unearthly wail that seemed to echo in the quiet confines of the cemetery and came.

Thrusting harder as her pussy gripped him tightly, like a form fitting glove, he groaned. Within a couple of minutes his loud shout of passion joined hers and he spilled his seed into her.

Afterwards, once they had straightened their clothing and smoothed it out, they hopped off the vault and held hands once more. Walking over to the door of the mausoleum, Tom squeezed her hand and leaned forward, giving her a soft kiss. "Next month, then?"

Kissing him back softly, she smiled, "Of course! I can't wait."

Dropping her hand, he walked to the door. Before stepping through the bars, he blew her a kiss then disappeared inside.

Once he had vanished into his resting place she walked over to one of the graves. Standing on it, she looked up at the moon and smiled. Then, slowly, she turned to a wispy, white mist and faded downwards into the dirt.