Beth was certainly what most in society would call abnormal. Between the tattered and ripped clothing, multicoloured hairstyles which at times defied gravity, bold tattoos in plain view and a fronting attitude she certainly got looks everywhere she went.  Although her outside was somewhat more to fit in, inside was the kinky quirky mysterious nerd. She loved anything deep dark mysterious, thought provoking, anything off the beaten path and against society’s common grain. She knew who she was, her own individual and was proud and confident of it.

Her top hang out pad was Amy’s. A fellow unusual but popular girl with a lot of friends which helped Beth make the move and adjustment into the town easier. But what she liked more than visiting Amy was how she had to get there. Like most small towns street lighting was non existent and the dirt road with thick tall trees lining its sides that Beth and Amy lived on ‘memory lane’ was only lit by the occasional neighbour’s porch light which was sparse and few. The road nicknamed by the local school kids as death alley for its three well known cemeteries. It was quite the spot during Halloween and was the road to which Beth had to travel by to reach Amy’s house. Those brave enough to travel the road during all hallows eve was rewarded quite well for their bravery and tortured when Beth, Amy and their friends were waiting in random cemeteries pouncing on any little ghoul or goblin that passed by.

As much as Beth was a lover of the occult, death, and everything strange in between, her heart raced and her skin shivered at times when she passed by the cemeteries. At times kicking little stones into the roads potholes to ease her delightful torment and to stop the hair from sticking up on the back of her neck. You would think after making out in the middle of the largest and central cemetery her excitement and fear would have wiped away. However that was last years Halloween night, and Brandon who Beth was curious over for a long time dressed as Dracula and she as the bride of Frankenstein ….an almost too perfect scenario. When he showed Beth his powerful and commanding prowess that night she felt the moment too wonderful to resist. The momentous night still didn’t curve Beths excitement, fear and imagination of dark mysterious places, and although Brandon made it clear it was only a one night stand she couldn’t help but yearn for another night of Gothic full emotional explosion. [click to continue…]

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He watches his mother’s fingers stroke up and down her wet slit, before suddenly plunging 2 fingers in deep inside, as she lets out a hard gasp and moan. He bite his lip hard to keep from gasping himself, and without even realizing it, he began rubbing his groin over his jeans. His cock was rock hard by then, and urging to break free. He looks over his shoulder for a brief second, and then slowly unzips his jeans just a little, slipping a hand down inside, and runs his fingers across the head. He was surprised to find it soaked in pre-cum already.

He pushes his jeans forward and down over his cock, freeing it. Wrapping his hand around the length, he begins to give a few long, slow strokes, from base to head, again biting his lower hip top prevent any noise. His eyes focus on his Mom again, who’s fingers slip in and out of her dripping pussy. He sighs softly, seeing that her pussy is shaven bald, and her wetness glistens from her smooth cunt. He can see her reflection in the round mirror hanging on the other end of the living room. She removes her fingers from her wetness, and brings them to her face. [click to continue…]

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