They're neck and neck so far. Let's see if he can take the lead...
One Good Scare
With the sun already starting to set, Mike and El embarked on their adventure for the week. The trees were wearing their autumn colors of red, orange, and yellow and the setting sun made them look like they were on fire as it dipped down below the horizon. It was twilight when they turned off the main road and onto a road that paralleled a set of train tracks.
The Midwest in October was the picture of what the Halloween season should look like. Mike and El were trying to take advantage of it. Mike had planned a trip to a cemetery to try to see if they could feel the presence of any ghosts. If nothing else, it would make a good story and he could say that he and his girlfriend had been in a spooky cemetery at night when it was close to Halloween.
As they drove there they had to pass under an old railroad bridge that was next to the cemetery.
"They say that this bridge is haunted, that a lady and her little kid were walking on the tracks and got hit by a train right here and that if you roll your windows down you can hear them crying and screaming as you drive under the bridge. People honk their horns to drown out the sound. Want to see if it's true?"
He looked over at El, who looked more than a little apprehensive.
"We don't have to. I'll just honk my horn anyway just in case." Mike honked the horn, laying on it until they were past the bridge. El gave him a weak smile.
They parked at the cemetery. It was quiet. It was dark by the time they arrived but Mike had his flashlight and knew that the longer they were there, their eyes would adjust.
"There's a kid buried here named Harvey Swick. He died in a house fire that he probably started. Anyway, supposedly his gravestone moves around. I heard that if we start at the far corner of this place and count it's supposed to be thirteen stones in. But if we count the opposite way it will have moved."
El followed the beam of Mike's flashlight as they made their way to the south corner of the cemetery.
Eleven's hand clutched Mike's in an attempt to calm down as they walked through the graveyard. The fear written on her features was irrefutable and she was glad that it was too dark for Mike to see it. She had always allowed herself to be vulnerable around him, but something about ghosts and things she couldn't actually touch frightened her.
But that was stupid and she knew it. She had fought an actual monster and had managed to go through a lot worse than what a spirit could probably ever do to her or Mike. But that didn't stop the tremor in her voice as she spoke.
"Are we going to do that?"
"I kind of want to. Is that okay? I thought it might be a fun thing to do since it's so close to Halloween. If you don't want to though we can go home."
"No, I want to."
Eleven was determined to face whatever might happen and besides, she wanted to spend time with her boyfriend. School and Hopper had kept her away from Mike for a while and this was her chance to finally spend some time alone with him.
"These are just stories, right? Nothing is true?" She mumbled as she followed the light, her steps synchronizing with Mike's as they held hands in the dark.
Mike held the flashlight under his chin, pointing the beam upward. It caused his features to distort and made his face look ominous. He grinned.
"They've been telling these stories for years. There's got to be some truth somewhere." Seeing how frightened El looked, he frowned and lowered the light.
"Shit, I'm sorry, El. Yeah they're just stories. Like to scare people. I don't want you to actually be scared though."
Mike hugged her. He could feel her hair tickle his neck, as her head barely reached it.
"Let's just look at the names on the stones. See if we find any funny ones."
Eleven's eyes had widened as the light beamed onto Mike's face. His features had seemed warped and spine-chilling and she hated it because it wasn't her beautiful Mike. Hopper had corrected her once when she had referred to Mike as beautiful and she knew that the proper term for men was handsome, but that didn't stop her from thinking of her boyfriend differently. It suited him better. Besides, you couldn't call a soul handsome. But beautiful? Yes. And that was how Mike's heart was.
She sighed in relief though when he moved the flashlight from his face and she melted in his embrace as all of her concerns faded away. But right when she was about to lean in for a kiss on his neck that she had hoped would lead to Mike taking extra steps to calm her down completely, he pulled away and she grimaced slightly. Even so, his new idea sounded promising and far less nerve-wracking.
"Okay. That sounds better."
"Let me know if you see anything I miss." They were walking into the middle of the cemetery. The weather was mild for October yet there didn't seem to be any bugs. Mike thought they had chosen the perfect night to be outside. They were totally alone and the cemetery itself was secluded behind an old church in the countryside.
As they walked, Mike noticed that not every grave was marked with a headstone. Near the center of the place there was a tomb. It was far more ornate than everything else. The name above the door to it read GRANVILLE.
"Hey let's check this out. Wow, it's fancy."
He led her by the hand to the front of the tomb, looking for more information about its occupant. They found a plaque with the name. Mike read aloud.
"Joseph Granville. He must have had some money to afford this."
The name was crawling around Mike's head though. It seemed somehow familiar. Then it came to him and he started giggling.
"What?" El narrowed her eyes at Mike, but she couldn't help but giggle back. His smile had always been contagious, her eyes and lips never failing to mimic his.
"Well I know this isn't the same guy but I guess he could maybe possibly be a relative. Or not. But I was laughing because it's the same name as the guy who invented the vibrator."
There was a bench next to the tomb. Mike removed his hoodie so that she wouldn't have to sit on the cold bench, spreading it out for her before they sat down.
"A long time ago people actually thought a woman's uterus moved around her body and it caused her to be upset. Like, they called it wandering womb or something like that. And women weren't thought to enjoy sex or anything. Basically they were just supposed to please their husbands but not feel anything themselves."
Mike moved his hand, pushing El's skirt up just slightly so he could rest his palm on her thigh just above her knee.
"So when they ultimately were fucking sick of being like, like unfulfilled, and they were angry or frustrated or sad or any little thing really they were said to be in hysteria."
Mike's fingers moved slowly, softly tracing circles on her inner thigh as he talked.
"And they'd go to the doctor and, well, the treatment was pelvic massage."
Mike squeezed his hand, liking how El's breath hitched.
"Basically the doctor would like, finger her until she came. But it was called something other than orgasm then. But obviously it would make the woman feel better. So a lot of women started going to the doctor for that."
He was moving his hand more, moving it along her warm, smooth inner thigh, getting further from her knee every second.
"And the doctors' hands were starting to cramp. So the one doctor, Joseph Mortimer Granville, invented a mechanical device to give the doctors' hands a break. The first vibrator. But I kind of think the massage is a sexier idea." Mike smiled. His hand had just reached the edge of her panties.
Eleven's gaze never left Mike's face as she listened to his words intently. It pained her to think that women didn't have the benefits of today's society and that they were considered hysterical for not having a good sexual life.
A small smile formed on her lips when she realized this was not the case for her and that was all thanks to Mike. He had been the best boyfriend for so long and it seemed like today was no exception.
Her breath caught in her throat as his hand traveled higher up her thigh and she spread her legs wide, allowing him to reach her panties without hesitation.
She encouraged him silently, her hand delicately wrapping around his, and she guided his fingers beneath the underwear fabric. She used his index and middle fingers to nudge the material aside until his icy fingertips reached her pussy. It sent shivers down her spine to feel something so cold in a region that was currently burning, but it only added fuel to her fire and made her squirm in pleasure.
She couldn't care less that they were in a graveyard as long as they were the only ones there and wouldn't be interrupted.
"I think you give the best massages ever." She smirked when Mike's lips parted.
The cemetery didn't seem so scary anymore.
"Do you wanna see if I could be a Victorian doctor? I promise I'll do my best."
Mike got on his knees in front of her. Since she had spread her legs there was room for him to get close to her.
"Can I take these off? I think I'll do a better job."
Mike rubbed her over her panties, slipping his fingers underneath the elastic of the leg opening, just teasing her.
"So would you like me to massage you?"
Eleven's face lit up at Mike's actions, her hands now squeezing the edge of the bench while her legs stayed open for him.
"If you want..."
He liked to tease her and as much as she reciprocated his liking, her patience was running thin this time.
"But I think I might want you to use the vibrator, too," she whispered as her right hand reached for his hair and she forced his head upwards so she could take a better look at his face under the dim light of the moon. Beautiful, she thought to herself and bit her bottom lip to stop herself from saying it out loud.
She shifted on the bench, enough that she could grab Mike's penis just by leaning down. Giving it a generous squeeze, she tried to let him know that his dick would be the aforementioned toy in this case.
"Oh, you want me to use a vibrator on you? But we don't have one. I think it would be best if I just massage you. It's supposed to do the trick. If you aren't happy after then we can rethink it. We're in a graveyard, Eleven. Am I supposed to just bend you over a tombstone?"
Mike was enjoying himself, seeing the look on her face as he basically refused her request. He was pulling her panties down as he spoke.
"Let's just see what you think of this, okay?"
Mike removed her underwear and gently grabbed her ankles, moving them up onto the bench so that she was completely open to him. He started by massaging her inner thighs, moving his hands lightly to elicit more feeling.
He was using both hands, getting closer to her pussy, but making it take a long time. He could see that she was getting frustrated.
"I see that you're exhibiting some of the hysteria I mentioned. Let me see if I can fix that for you."
Mike's hands were finally on her, his fingers rubbing her lips, lightly kneading them, moving from the bottom up, using tiny circular motions with his thumbs and forefingers. He could feel that she was already wet.
"Okay, Dr. Wheeler," El whispered playfully, her hand letting go of his soft strands as she returned to her initial position of clenching the wooden end of the bench.
Her knees were glued to her chest and she watched his movements carefully, her breath hitching with every little touch of his expert fingers over her burning core.
"Hmm, I see you don't have a problem with natural lubrication. That's good." He used his hands to open her as wide as he could.
"If I wasn't a professional I might want to use my mouth here, but doctors can't do that."
Mike instead used one hand to hold her open and with the other hand he traced over every part of her wet pussy.
"Just tell me if I do something you don't like."
He started then to barely touch her clit. As her breathing intensified he added a bit more pressure while his other hand stopped holding her open so he could tickle her perineum, not stopping until his fingers were brushing her asshole.
"Okay, I'm going to move to phase two. You may feel a slight bit of pressure."
He was trying his best to keep up the doctor act, trying to ignore how his cock was wanting to burst through his jeans.
Then as he kept rubbing her clit he inserted his finger into her cunt, which was practically gushing.
"Oh!"
Eleven's eyes popped wide open as her inner muscles squeezed Mike's long finger into her. It felt too good to be true, although the circumstances weren't the most appealing.
Her boyfriend was examining her as if she was a wounded animal and she loved the care and the attention, even though they were in a public space that was supposedly filled with ghosts. If there really were spirits floating around, Eleven figured they all might as well be enjoying her boyfriend's tantalizing act.
"You might need to go to step three, doctor. I don't think your treatment is having the best results...yet."
She breathed heavily, her heart pounding in her chest as she urged Mike to stretch her further by putting more fingers inside.
Mike was having no trouble, meeting no resistance as he stroked one finger in and out of her so he inserted another. Upon hearing El's request to be stretched further he added one more finger, bringing his total to three. He was using the heel of his right hand to press against her clit while his fingers worked.
"Is my manipulation working?"
Without waiting for an answer he started to lightly curl his fingers while his free hand stimulated her asshole, not pushing in but staying on the surface. El was squirming.
"Yes, that's good. It's supposed to make you do that. Just concentrate on my fingers. Do they feel good? Can you feel them moving inside you? I can tell I'm doing something right because my hand is absolutely covered in your juices. Just enjoy it. Enjoy how it feels to have your pussy massaged."
"Mike..."
Eleven whimpered under her boyfriend's touches and fucked herself on his fingers, her ass rocking back and forth on Mike's hoodie which covered the cold surface of the bench where she sat.
She tried to keep up the act and to keep calling Mike "doctor," but his fingers left her incapable of thinking straight or doing anything but moaning, her voice echoing through the secluded area.
"Please..."
"Yeah, like that. You're so sexy when you're rocking yourself on my fingers. I'm sorry, that was so unprofessional of me but I don't think I've ever had a hotter patient. Listen. Listen to the sounds it makes when you do that."
They both were quiet but didn't stop their movements. The squishing, sucking sounds filled the immediate area.
"It sounds like you want to come. Is that what you want?"
Mike was applying more pressure to her clit, moving his wrist so that he was rubbing it in a circular motion while his fingers kept being welcomed by her hot cunt.
"Yes, d-doctor. I want to come on your fingers so I can...he-heal. Can I do that? Is that allowed?"
Her sentences came out as rushed and stuttered as she continued to rock herself on Mike's hand while she tried to watch him.
It was to no avail though as she found it hard to keep her eyes open, the pleasure too overwhelming.
She remained quiet for a moment and listened to Mike's fingers working in and out of her, loving the squishy sounds that were produced by her juices and Mike's hand wiggling inside.
"I might come, doctor..." She warned in a whisper, her thighs trying to come together but they were kept apart by Mike's body between them.
Mike grinned and continued his work.
"You may feel a strange sensation, maybe like you need to urinate, but don't stop what you're doing. Just feel everything I'm doing. I'm touching your insides. I can already feel your muscles start to contract. I'm going to know when it happens since my hand is inside you but do me a favor and tell me what you feel when you climax."
Mike was rubbing her lips with one hand, alternating between doing that and teasing her ass, while his other hand actively worked to make her come.
"Tell me, El. Because you're already spasming on my fingers."
Eleven had been pushing her hips back and forth instinctively until she felt the familiar feeling taking over her body. That was when she stopped moving altogether, her hands squeezing her knees so hard Mike was certain they were going to be bruised the next day.
"I'm gonna…I…I'm coming...oh, doctor! Oh, oh, Mike..."
Her jumbled words escaped from between her parted lips as Mike continued to pump his fingers in and out of her and to caress her clit and it reached the point of being too much to handle.
Her body started convulsing involuntarily and she continued to bruise her own legs by clutching them tightly, her eyes fluttering wide open as she looked between her legs at what Mike was doing. She managed to keep her eyes down on her pussy getting finger fucked for a few seconds before her vision went blank and she screamed Mike's name one last time.
Mike could only watch the violent orgasm that overtook her. He didn't know if he'd done something awesome or if it was their location or how they were talking but the why of it didn't matter as much as the what. And the what was that she was coming so hard on his hand he could see it in the dark. She came so hard she squirted a little. Mike just kept his rhythm until he felt her spasms subside. Then he still kept massaging her, first her inner lips and then her outer ones, followed by her inner thighs once again.
"Was that good? It looked good. I love to watch you come, El."
"Mhm," Eleven mumbled in a state of complete bliss, her lips turning into a dumb smile.
She watched Mike through half-lidded eyes, always dumbstruck at how he could excel in everything he put his mind to. She felt nothing but love and admiration for him and she knew he deserved the world, but more than that...he deserved to feel the same right now.
"How can I pay you, doctor? You've saved my life." She continued the act as she brought her legs back together and guided Mike back on his feet until he was standing in front of her with his bulge at her eye level.
Her delicate hands started cupping his erection through his pants before her mouth pressed onto the fabric and she traced the outline of his hard cock with her lips.
"Well what did you have in mind? I'm flexible on my payment terms."
"Oh, then I'm sure we can work something out."
She looked up at him and grinned before slowly unzipping his pants and freeing his cock from the confinement of his boxers.
The musky scent invaded her nostrils as his member sprung free and she licked her upper lip in anticipation before getting a hold of his cock and wrapping her mouth around the pre-cum covered tip.
"Do you accept this form of payment, Dr. Wheeler?" She whispered after letting go of the swollen head with a pop, but continued to stroke his length.
"I...god yes. Oh, please do that." Mike watched as El's head bobbed up and down on his cock. He had gotten so turned on massaging her, he hadn't been aware of how much he needed to feel her mouth on him until it was wrapped around his rock hard shaft.
He wanted her. It felt great to have her mouth on his dick but his mind was still filled with the image of her coming on his hand, calling him doctor, and he wanted to sink himself as far into her as he could. He could think of nothing better than being balls deep in her pussy, which continued to be tight no matter how he used it.
After placing both of her hands on either side of Mike's hips, El started bobbing her head up and down and squeezing his butt as she forced his cock as deep as she could take it down her throat.
She gagged a few times; being stubborn was one of the things everyone knew her to be, so she didn't give up slurping and choking onto Mike's big cock, not even when the tears started forming inside the corners of her eyes.
His raspy moans echoed through the cemetery and they only worked as a turn on for El, her pussy throbbing with every little sound that escaped his lips.
After a few minutes of deep throating with no break she pulled away and panted, trying to catch her breath before she spoke.
"I can't take it. Can you fuck me? You can finish in my mouth when we're done if you want," she offered and feigned a sympathetic smile. She loved sucking Mike off, but she wanted to feel his cock split her cunt open this time.
Mike didn't need to be asked but hearing her ask anyway only turned him on more.
"You want me to fuck you? El, don't you know that's like the only thing I want to do?"
He pulled her to her feet. Not far from them was a row of tombstones.
"I'm sure Mr. Evans won't mind. He'll probably cheer us on," Mike said as bent El over the headstone.
Eleven wanted to compliment him on his little joke but she didn't get a chance before he spoke again, his words making her arch her back even more and push her ass against his cock.
"I'm gonna fuck you now. Here in this cemetery. I'm gonna make you come with my cock this time."
"I'd let you fuck me anywhere, Mike," she murmured, her hand reaching behind her back so she could grip the base of his cock and position it at her slick entry. "That's all I want, too."
Mike was already lined up, El's hand having put him exactly where he needed to be.
"I'm gonna put my hard dick inside you now," he said as he pushed himself in.
She was so warm and wet and still so tight that he forgot for a second that they were outside, in a cemetery of all places.
"Oh, fuck you feel good." Mike reached around, grabbing her thighs where they met her torso. He was behind her with his cock buried in her cunt but he used his grip to pull her closer, sending his cock deeper.
"Were you thinking about this while I was massaging you? Because I was. I couldn't wait to feel my dick slide into you."
He was whispering, breathing his words into her ear as he fucked her with wild abandon.
"Oh, yes..."
Eleven moved her ass back to meet Mike's thrusts. She kept her hands on the sturdy tombstone for support and widened her stance so she could take more of Mike's cock inside her warm pussy.
She gasped and moaned with every slap of his hips against her ass before she managed to murmur.
"What if there are ghosts watching us? I'm sure they think you're the best. Making me squirt on your fingers and now stuffing me with your fat cock, ah, fuck!"
"If there are then let's give them a show." Mike moved one hand, raising her shirt above her breasts. She was wearing a bra but he slipped it up so that her breasts were out. He squeezed one, running his thumb and forefinger over her hardened nipple just after.
"Let me hear you. The ghosts want to hear all about how I'm fucking you." Mike's words were hot in her ear and he felt her pussy walls grip him tighter with his suggestion.
Eleven was certain she would've panicked if it hadn't been for Mike fucking her brains out. She was still not comfortable with the idea of spirits she couldn't see and therefore fight, but having Mike hold her close to his body and actually being inside her cunt managed to take her mind off the creepy element of their subject. She was left with just the exciting part; the one in which Mike fucked her into oblivion to put on a show.
She let go of the tombstone temporarily and leaned her back against Mike's chest, her arm encircling his neck from behind as she tilted her head until her lips met his halfway.
She slipped her tongue inside his mouth and he licked the inside of hers, the difficult angle making them both smear their saliva around their lips as well while Mike continued ramming his cock into her dripping cunt from behind.
"I changed...my mind. Come inside me. I want to take your come home...with me," she whispered close to his face.
Mike smiled. He had known already how difficult it would be to pull out, she was so tight and wet, but hearing her say she wanted him to come inside her never ceased to be the most erotic thing ever.
"Sure, I can come in you. El? Is that what you want? You want to feel me shoot so much come inside you? Because there's no way it's not gonna be a lot. It's gonna run down your legs for hours."
Mike kept fucking her, his hands wrapped around the front of her thighs so near where his cock was slipping easily into her cunt, so slick with her own arousal.
"But I want you to come again first. At least close to me. I want us to come together in this graveyard while whatever ghosts watch us, watching my hard dick slamming into your sweet cunt."
El mumbled in approval before her hands went back to the tombstone, using it as support to fuck herself back onto Mike's cock.
She reached between her legs with one hand after a while and spread her pussy lips as much as she could. She could feel Mike's penis grazing her fingers every time he would enter or leave her tight cunt and she moaned loudly, not caring about whoever might hear them.
"You always fuck me so good...oh, shit. You split my cunt open when we were barely teens…and you're still...the only one. You'll always have my pussy to fuck, Mike. I'm all yours," she cried out and let Mike do most of the work while she panted with every rough thrust. That was what she needed right now though; to have Mike bend her over this tombstone and fuck her so hard she could barely talk.
She was getting close, her legs gradually coming closer together as she felt the tension building up in her lower region.
"You're gonna make me come again, ah, fuck...Mike! I'm gonna come on your cock."
Her voice was almost inaudible as she whispered mostly to herself, letting the thought of her orgasm sink in as she braced herself for what was about to happen.
It didn't take long. The sound of Mike's balls slapping against her ass cheeks so harshly indicated to her that he was just as close and that was when she let herself loose, her lips parting but no sound coming out as she orgasmed so hard her breath caught in her throat.
Mike loved it when she told him how she was about to come. She sounded so frantic. She was meeting his thrusts, slamming herself into him hard. She was crying out every time he was all the way inside, like it physically hurt her when he pulled back.
"I can feel how much you want my cock, El. Oh, don't stop doing that. You are sexy as fuck."
Mike was barely moving while he watched. She was pushing herself back and then forward. El was bent over a headstone, fucking Mike while he watched her cunt swallow his dick.
"Oh, fuck. Yeah, fuck me, El."
Mike felt it then. He felt her tense up, her pussy gripping his cock and trembling all around it.
"Yeah, like that. Come all over my cock."
Mike started fucking her more vigorously as she came around him. He wanted so badly to come while he could still feel her walls quivering.
"Oh, shit. I'm coming, El. I'm gonna come so hard in your tight cunt. Keep coming on me. I hope you feel this."
Mike slammed himself into her hard as he felt the first jet of come shoot from the swollen head of his cock. He was buried in her, still feeling her quake around him as he started spurting come deep inside her.
Eleven's tightening cunt milked Mike dry, warm spurts of come filling her up so much it started spilling down her legs before Mike even managed to pull out.
They came almost at the same time and it felt surreal to feel Mike shoot loads of sperm inside her pussy while she orgasmed, her walls sucking all the white, creamy liquid out of him.
She was still shaking when they both finished, her legs barely able to function properly or hold her up if it hadn't been for Mike's firm grip on her body.
"I love you so much," she whispered tiredly with Mike still deeply buried inside of her from behind. She leaned her back on his chest and tried to catch her breath, smiling at how much fun their spooky cemetery trip turned out to be.
"I know you do. You show me all the time. I only hope you know how much I love you too." Mike's cock was still twitching inside her but he was in no hurry to pull himself out.
"You're always so amazing. I don't think I'll ever get used to how good you are. And I think the ghosts are pleased. Who wouldn't be? You'd think being in a cemetery at night near Halloween would be scary but I just came harder than ever. I guess there's something to be said for that. It's Halloween after all; everyone is entitled to one good scare."
He kissed her neck, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
"And you got two scares."
His metaphor wasn't lost on El. She was a clever girl.
