Short Erotic Tales
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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Story 3 – The Making of a Friendship
Chapter 1
‘So this is it,’ I thought.
I stood in the moonless night, pensively staring up at the so-called haunted house. Even after all these years, it was still an impressive structure. Built in the late Eighteen Nineties, the four-story house still had all the hallmarks of a great home. Detailed woodwork adorned the large covered entrance and marched its way across the brick façade, while large multi-paned windows offered views of the outside. They were strategically placed and stood ready to coax sunlight in at the first hint of dawn. Looking higher I could see the grey slate roof and the many chimneys that crowned the house. They gave promise to the fireplaces inside, ready to warm the occupants on cold or damp nights.
Yet as I paused at the gate, staring at the gracefully arched entrance to the home, it appeared strangely uninviting to me. The decorative marble pillars on either side of the front door seemed cold and unwelcoming. As luck would have it, I had been dared to stay the night in this now deserted home by a childhood friend who had the same opportunity a month ago. He never told me what had happened when he spent the night; just that he would never set foot in that building again.
I questioned him about what he had seen and experienced but he only gave vague explanations and mutterings. My disbelief of ghosts and haunted houses seemed reasonable to me since he wouldn’t offer any details of what had happened. It seemed that every time we got together after that, our conversations always seemed to gravitate back to that night. You couldn’t enjoy a meal or a few beers without his mumblings and warnings always popping up; just like the mysterious ghosts. I’d end up asking him to tell me what happened and we’d end up arguing because he wouldn’t give the details. It was just so damn annoying.
Our last conversation nearly ended in a brawl, hence, the dare. He dared me to go and see for myself, but I wasn’t about to waste a Friday night without getting something in return. I’d wanted to date his ex-girlfriend ever since I first met her on our usual Friday night – it’s the weekend – celebrations. However, with the best friend code of not dating someone’s sister or ex-girlfriends, I thought it would never happen. Therefore, when I asked him to give me a pass on the rule to ask her out, he agreed, convinced that I wouldn’t be able to stay the night.
‘Well,’ I thought, ‘let’s check this out.’
Walking up to the front door, I was careful of the cracked cement path and picked my way up the broken steps that led to the entrance. Standing there, I felt a chill run up my back and laughed as a breeze brushed past my face tousling my hair. I could see how Brian must have let his imagination run away with him. This setting was perfect for a horror movie. Placing my hand on the tarnished doorknob, I had to use my weight to force open the front door. The hinges cried with disuse as I pushed the door open to enter the large foyer. Wisps of illumination from the outside streetlights barely allowed me to see where I was standing until I flicked on the massive flashlight clutched in my hand.
There in front of me was a magnificent staircase winding its way to the top of the second floor landing. The wine colored carpet was thick with dust and showed the history of all the footsteps that had worn it down in spots to its backing. Flicking the light from side to side, the large foyer revealed rooms to the left and right and a set of hallways on either side of the grand staircase.
‘A pleasant enough house,’ I thought before entering and closing the now moaning door behind me. The sound of the closing door was eerie, and I looked back to make certain that the latch had caught before moving on. I wasn’t about to let the creaking noises of an old abandoned house scare me away. After all, I had the chance of asking out a beautiful girl, once I proved this house was not haunted. I couldn’t wait to get this night over with and my only concern was that Brian would not remember his promise and not understand if she said yes when I asked her out.
Pulling the loaded backpack from my shoulders, I began my tour of the house by walking into what must have been a formal parlor at one time. The beam from my flashlight bounced off the ceiling to reveal ornate crown molding adorning the top of the walls. The aged wallpaper must have been silk, as it seemed to have withstood the test of time. Only strands here and there of the rich colored paper were frayed and hanging. Walking deeper into the room I saw where shadows of portraits must have hung because looking closer you could see the original glory of the wallpaper.
The creamy white marble fireplace was still intact and remnants of ashes in its iron grate testified that it certainly had been in use, and if I wasn’t mistaken, recently. The mantle was wide and long enough to hold my supplies so I began to empty my backpack onto the dust-covered surface. Large candles, matches, bottled water and snacks were only a few of the items that I had brought to occupy my time until the night passed. Heaving a thick paperback novel onto the mantle sent a flurry of dust and soot into the air and dancing into the stream of light from the flashlight. Coughing and backing away from the mini-dust cloud that filled the air, I aimed my flashlight around the room and saw what appeared to be a sofa covered by an old dusty paint cloth.
Heading to the spot, I clutched the stained covering with one hand while slowly backing away. Hoping to flush out what I’m sure would be a family of mice that lived in whatever was under its surface; I quickly snapped my wrist and sent the cloth flying to one side of the room. Listening for the pitter-patter of tiny feet I held my breath not sure what to expect. Silence and more dust greeted my efforts to reveal nothing less than what had to be an antique.
Elegant mahogany wood graced what had to be at least a hundred year old camel back sofa. The upholstery was still plush and deeply rolled arms framed the stuffed back and seat. How it survived, this long, was a testament to the workmanship of that bygone era. The deep garnet of the fabric matched the color contained by the room’s wallpaper. It must have been magnificent in its heyday.
Poking and prodding its surface and checking for critter infestation revealed that it was a perfect spot to spend the night in reading and sleeping as it was uninhabited. Pulling it closer to the fireplace, I began to light the candles that I had brought for the night. Placing mirrored tiles behind them amplified the light until it appeared almost bright in the room. I had learned the mirror trick when a power outage had left me in the dark for several nights this past winter so the knowledge came in handy now. Hauling out the last items stowed in the bottom of the backpack would keep me warm as well.
Shining the flashlight up the chimney, I checked to make sure it was clear of nests and other blockages before adjusting the damper for the fire I would be lighting. Taking the two ready-made fire logs and placing them carefully in the heavy iron grate, I grabbed the matches and lit the logs. Soon I was rubbing my hands over a cheerful fire that warmed the room and looking around the deserted space, I was quite content with what I’d accomplished in the short time I had been there. ‘I’d finish the tour of the house later if I got bored with my book,’ I thought.
Giving the sofa a final thump I braced my back against the plush arm and crossing my legs settled back to enjoy the novel that I had remembered to bring along. Hours later glancing at my wristwatch I was amazed by how much time had passed. My stomach was reminding me with its persistent growling of the apple, cheese and crackers that I had provided for the evening. Getting up to retrieve my supplies from the mantle I checked that the candles in their deep glass sconces were still safely burning and because of their large size should last the night. Grabbing the baggies that held my snacks, I gave a final glance to the fireplace before settling back down onto the sofa.
With my goodies in my lap, I continued to read and eat while occasionally picking up my thermos of hot chocolate, sipping the sweetness from its stainless steel opening. ‘This is better than camping,’ I thought. I paused to wonder what Brian was talking about as nothing had occurred since I had entered the house. I finally admitted, just to myself, that I had spent the first few hours covertly listening and suspiciously watching the doorway, just in case. I had been on edge, but as the night passed without anything happening, I began to relax. Well, relax as best as you could while staying in a deserted house.
Checking my wristwatch again, showed that it was almost midnight, so balancing my back deeper into the sofa arm I propped my legs up on the other arm, and picked up my last two supply items. I had taken a small pepper spray canister and a piece of wood from the bottom of one of my old crutches and placed them by me earlier when I had first settled down. The canister I picked up as a just in case scenario for wild vermin. The wood I had was unscrewed from the bottom of a crutch, my reward, for a failed attempt of learning how to snowboard last year. The wood would act as a short club and come in handy if anything got past the pepper spray. Closing my eyes, I decided to take a nap, safe in the assurance that I was prepared.
A cold breeze passing over my body roused me from a very good dream. Shivering, I turned over intending to see if the fire was still burning. I opened my eyes and focusing on the fireplace noticed that the flames were still going strong; however, they seemed to be buffeted by a heavy wind. Rubbing my eyes and yawning I turned to scan the room but nothing appeared amiss. The rotted curtains still hung at the window, limp against the unbroken glass. Pulling myself upright, I moved my legs to the floor deciding to check the front door. Slightly stiff from sleeping on the sofa, I crossed the room stretching out the kinks, impatient to get back to sleep.
Seeing that the main door was still tightly closed, I recalled how its hinges had raised a racket when I first came through. ‘Well, the breeze isn’t coming from there,’ I thought. Irritated at the unnecessary interruption of a good dream, I stood in the doorway trying to feel where that draft of cold air had come from. Looking about I could see no reason for its cause and since it had stopped when I got up; maybe it was just a downdraft from the chimney. With that conclusion, I headed back to the sofa and warm fireplace, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep. Closing my eyes, I drifted off again.
I’m not sure how much time had passed when I became drowsily aware of an odd pressure on my groin. I felt and then heard my zipper being pulled down. Startled from sleep, I shot up to a standing position and then crouched down. Quickly scanning the room for danger, I saw nothing. Looking down, I realized that my hand was clenched around the hard wood from the crutch. Fully awake I slowly stood and managed to relax my grip seeing that there was nothing in the room. Standing there in silence, I waited, not knowing what was happening. Scratching my head and yawning, I thought, ‘Maybe I had been dreaming again?’
Then the strangest thing happened, my zipper started to slide down all on its own! Watching it happen, I quickly pinched my arm, hard. No, that wasn’t it I was awake. I quickly pulled it back up. Backing up against the sofa, I watched as it was pulled back down again. Startled I dropped my club and put my hands in front of me, waving them about, in an attempt to stop what was going on. Nothing was there. Suddenly, something pushed me down on the sofa and as I started to rise, I found myself pushed down again.
Flailing about against the pressure holding me in place, I felt a yanking at the bottom of my legs. My shoes were being pulled off and as I tried to bend over to reach them, I was once again thrust against the back of the sofa. My trousers were now being tugged down. Clinging to the top of them was useless, as they were torn from my grasping fingers. Struck by what was happening, it was as if lightening suddenly struck me, at the realization that maybe this house really was haunted. I was suddenly dumb with fear that my dream of wanting to date Brian’s old girlfriend was going to get me killed.
My underwear was next to go, and no amount of cursing or pulling at the waistband was about to stop it. So there I was, pinned to the sofa, with no idea what was going to happen next, my underwear hanging down around my ankles. ‘Was this how the authorities were going to find me in the morning,’ I thought. It’s funny what your mind thinks under intense stress. Instead of worrying about what was going to happen next, I imagined them entering the home and seeing me naked on the sofa with God knows what done to my body. I cringed at the telephone call to my family and them having to identify my weirdly mutilated body. Suddenly, I was shocked back into reality.
It felt like a moist mouth had engulfed my flaccid penis! Straining against my invisible restraints, I looked down to see my limp cock standing up away from my body and being manipulated by some unseen force. The fear was overwhelming and I began to panic at what was going on. I kept opening and closing my eyes hoping it was just a bad dream. My eyes flew wildly around the room while I tried to break the hold on my body. Even in this terrible scenario, the body has its automatic reflexes and the sensation of my cock being manipulated was starting to make it hard. The rubbing sensation was overwhelming and was beginning to short-circuit the fear I was experiencing. Little by little, as nothing painful happened, I began to relax, as all I felt was overwhelming pleasure. Whatever was happening wasn’t hurting me yet.
‘Oh my God, I’m getting a blowjob from a spook,’ I thought in shock.
As I watched, the foreskin was moved up and down from my cock’s head with a firm squeezing motion. I witnessed my shirt buttons being plucked open one by one and inanely wondered if a ghost could do two things as once. Unseen hands pulled the bottom of my shirt up and lifted it off my body while another set of hands began to play with the nipples on my chest. They tugged and pulled the tormented tips until they were stiff peaks that radiated pleasure down to the tip of my cock. The invisible entity was now going crazy on my cock. I could see and feel the end of it being depressed and bent this way and that and the sensations were running wild through my body and mind.
Gasping at the sensations, a mouth covered my own, and began to kiss me passionately. It teased and sucked my lips until I kissed it back. The sensation was so odd, to feel a mouth on mine but still be unable to see it. A tongue slipped through during the kiss and tangled with mine, inviting me to tame it into submission. Overwhelmed by the sensations flooding my body, I found myself seduced into responding back with a passion that nearly engulfed my being. Feeling my body being maneuvered down flat on the sofa I felt hands spreading my legs apart balancing one atop the back of the sofa and the other with its foot on the floor.
In that splayed position, my balls were wantonly exposed and I began to tense up until I felt soft lips bestowing gentle kisses to the tightening surfaces. A slick tongue began to play with first one then the other while the lips that followed started to suck them inside to coat them with lusty swipes of a firmer tongue. The lips on my mouth pulled away and I moaned with lust only to be silenced again by another pair of lips.
No, it wasn’t a mouth. It was the unmistakable feel of a bare, shaved pussy presenting itself to my mouth. It obviously wanted me to lick it. Strangely, I could smell the aroma of a woman’s sweet nectar as I raised my suddenly released hands to invisible hips. Feeling my hands come to rest on what felt like soft skin sent my heart racing as I pulled her down to my waiting mouth. I began to plunder the softness waiting for me. I used my lips and tongue to explore every slick nook, and worked my way to the plump clit that I could feel bloated with pleasure. Using my tongue, I flicked it vigorously while lightly holding it in place with my teeth, and for the first time, I could hear the sensual moaning of a woman being pleasured.
The hands holding my cock left abruptly, to be replaced by soft wet lips that teased its tip until it swallowed it lustily. The slick tongue wrapped itself around my hardness, caressing its length with every up and down motion until it engulfed it completely pressing its stiff length down a willing throat. The muscles of her throat contracted around its length and with every greedy swallow, I could feel my balls tightening, getting ready to explode its saltiness. A sudden experienced hand grasped the base of my cock tightly to stop me from coming. She did so again, giving my thrusting cock a chance to relax and recover before carrying on with the exquisite pleasure.
Normally I would have cum by now, but there was nothing normal about this event. I could feel the clit on my tongue as I continued to tease, lick, and suck. The invisible pussy covering my face started to writhe at the attention my tongue was giving it. I could feel the walls of a pussy and felt frustrated not being able to see it. The mouth covering my engorged cock restarted its efforts, taking long slow movements and completely engulfing my stiffness. My tongue was starting to feel tired, as the pussy over it never wavered in its lust-finding mission. Whomever this pussy belonged to was clearly in the throes of coming, for my head was being pushed deeper into her mound of loveliness. The first wails of pleasure filled my ears as the woman who sat on my face continued in a frenzy of movement until she froze in place. Her gasps of pleasure filled my mind as I continued to drink her sweet pleasure.
I felt on the verge of coming once again, but this time there was no attempt to stop it. The pussy riding my mouth disappeared, and licking my lips I felt myself starting to cum. Looking down I could see the first spurt shoot out, but found it stopping inside an invisible mouth and then watched as it slid down an unseen throat. My cock suddenly felt a change of hands. It was then that I was engulfed by a different mouth, which swallowed the following spurts of cum with grunts of satisfaction. She continued to suck my throbbing cock until my pleasure was spent, and then gently mouthed its length being careful of the sensitive head.
Between them, they sucked me dry and then for the first time I felt something other than a mouth or pussy. I could feel the unmistakable caress of stiff nipples rubbing against my leg. They continued to suckle me, almost as if they didn’t want me to lose my erection. They stopped for a second and suddenly I felt my cock being moved to the entrance of a pussy, no one could doubt it. It was tight and soft, but still unyielding, until it began coating me with its slippery essence. The hips above me pushed down with some force, until suddenly I was in. The entity began riding me wantonly; stuffing my cock back into her pussy, each time she rose from my lap.
I attempted to raise my head wanting to look down my body only to find another pussy was waiting for my mouth. This one felt slightly different. My mouth covered pussy lips that were more pronounced. Moving to guide my tongue to the right places, she used her body to lay my head back on a cushion and then moved to sit on my face. Using me like this was more erotic than anything I had ever experienced. My cock was being ridden by what felt to be a wild woman while my tongue was completely devouring a pussy. The sensations coursing through my body were overwhelming.
Once again, I could hear someone (the sound seemed to surround me) in the midst of a climax. I had the feeling it was the one riding my cock, for she had gained momentum. By now, I was ready to cum again, feeling my balls getting tighter and ready to explode. I wanted this feeling to last forever, but my will power wasn’t enough to stop the cascading pleasure of her pussy rhythmically clutching my stiff cock. With a final thrust of that wet pussy, my seed exploded into her body, filling her pussy with each throbbing spurt from my cock. I had stopped licking the pussy above my head and groaned deeply. Exhausted, I was drained as I felt their weight lift off the couch. Slowly regaining my wits, I lifted my head, looked around, and listened. Not a sound could be heard, feeling weak from pleasure I fell back to the sofa and closing my eyes, I fell asleep.
Waking late the next morning, I wondered if it had all been a dream. Standing up I rubbed my tired hand over my morning beard while the other went to scratch my balls. Feeling naked skin immediately shocked me into being fully awake and looking down I saw my naked body. Covering my privates like a girl caught in a shower, I turned to see my clothes neatly folded and lying on the mantle.
Scrambling to the fireplace in my bare feet I dressed quickly, continually staring around the room. Managing to take hold of my emotions, I reasoned that whatever or whomever they were, they didn’t hurt me. Still a bit anxious I swiftly packed up my few possessions and threw the cover back over the sofa. Making sure that the fire was completely out I headed towards the door and stopped. Someone watching me would have said I had a split personality with the way I argued back and forth whether I should say thank you. I finally gave up, and turned facing the room and politely said ‘I’m not sure if you’re still here, but thank you for an incredible evening,’ then I opened the now silent door and walked out.
There standing outside the gates to the grounds, I found my friend Brian anxiously waiting. After a careful scan of my features and body, he relaxed.
”Well, it looks like you did it, you managed to stay the night,” he said.
”Yeah,” I said with a shaky laugh. Glancing from him to the house, I made the decision to lie through my teeth.
“I told you there’s no such thing as ghosts.”
Chapter 2
The next day started with a colossal bang. I was rudely awoken by an explosion of sound. I crawled out of bed stretching, then moved to the window for a look when I heard loud voices echoing up to my room. Peering through the curtains, it turned out that the next-door neighbor had backed into an oncoming service truck while leaving her driveway. From the looks of things, it was a one hell of a colossal fender bender. A hoot escaped my lips at the sight. I didn’t mean to laugh, but the old woman next door had been the bane of my existence since childhood. Shaking my head I turned away remembering her spiteful actions through the years.
She constantly complained to my parents about the noise Brain and I made whenever we were outside in the yard. Would someone please tell me how eight-year-old boys could be silent when playing pirates and climbing the tree house to fight off invaders? Baseballs, basketballs, and toys were routinely confiscated whenever they crossed the hedge of the two properties. The yards were big and separated the houses nicely, but ten acres wouldn’t have been enough for that woman.
Growing up our interests turned to bicycles, skateboards and then cars, and any honking of horns or fumes from the old car I drove Brian and me around in would have her ringing my parents with yet another complaint. Time and age had not improved her mood and as I got older, she managed to keep track of my first attempt at smoking, to the first kiss I bestowed on a girl while we sat on the back porch swing. How my parents took it in stride I’ll never know, so watching her verbally abuse the driver for running into her on the road, left me shaking my head in relief that she was complaining about someone other than me. I couldn’t wait for the day I would be able to have my own place just to get away from her.
Thinking about the promotion I’d been working towards for the last two years, I was hoping to purchase a small home by my twenty-fifth birthday. Working part-time in high school and full time in summer, I saved most of my money for college. Choosing to go to a local college and live at home while going to school saved me tons of money. With my parent’s help and grants I had managed to obtain, along with part-time work, I had made a serious dent in the amount I still owed for student loans. There was a small balance on the debt still, but that didn’t stop me from putting aside a small amount, enough for at least a down payment on a half-decent fixer-upper. Pondering the possibilities, I suddenly recalled the old house of Friday night.
Remembering the bet that I had placed and won with my best friend, that a certain house was not haunted, I was excited to get started on a new day. Now that my night in the house was over, I began thinking about how I was going to ask Tania for a date. Heading for the shower, I pondered what I would do if she said no and turned on the water. Stepping under the warm cascading water, I compared my many fantasies about her with the intimate ghost encounters. There was no way to compare my fantasies of Tania to what I had experienced last night. I was on the road of falling deeply in love with her before we even had our first date. What had happened last night, if it all wasn’t just a dream, had nothing to do with love. It was strictly sex. I did know one thing. I would never tell anyone what had happened, because even if I did, who would believe me.
”Son, are you awake?” my mother shouted up the stairs.
“I’m getting dressed. I’ll be down in a minute.” The thought of a hot cooked meal made my mouth water as I rushed down the stairs. My mom was the greatest cook and I was certainly going to miss her cooking when I moved out. Hearing the telephone ring as I jogged into the kitchen, I stopped in the hallway to pick it up. Tania’s voice stopped me in my tracks as she asked if she could stop over this evening. Startled by her request, I answered yes, knowing that my parents were heading to their regular Sunday night bridge game. She didn’t say anything further except, “I’ll see you later,” and hung up. Frozen in place by the phone, wondering what was going on, I didn’t hear my mom yelling my name again until my father chimed in. Continuing into the kitchen, I inhaled deeply the wonderful smells in the room.
With a smile on my face, I sat down to eye the hot plate of food on the table. Umm, bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast, now this is what I call a Sunday Breakfast. Plowing through the plate like a starving man, I had just finished taking a gulp of orange juice when I felt my zipper being pulled down. Feeling the orange juice catch in my throat I managed to swallow it before blurting out a choked, “oh no.”
”What’s wrong son?” my mother asked as she turned around from the stove.
Staring blankly at her I desperately wanted to disappear and fall through the floor. What could I say? That I think my imaginary two ghosts had followed me home, and at this very moment were passing my cock to one another under the table giving me a blowjob.
“I forgot to do something,” I nervously replied.
Shifting uncomfortably at the table and not wanting to give anything away, I tried to get up but found that I was held in place. Ok, so Friday night wasn’t a dream. I hadn’t imagined it. Now what was I going to do. I tried to start back in on my breakfast, hoping to get it down before things became much worse. All I needed at this point was my parents wondering why I wasn’t eating as usual.
”Yo, slow down son, you’ll give yourself indigestion,” my father said as he sat patiently waiting for his eggs over easy to be delivered. Peering around the newspaper, he gave me a quick look to make sure I paid attention.
Sitting on that hardwood chair, I could feel their mouths and hands playing with my cock. They began to suck and pump my cock to rigid hardness until I was afraid it would lift the table in front of me. I was so aroused at the sensations they were generating that my toes were curling in my shoes. Tightly closing my eyes, I found it almost impossible to keep a straight face. Fortune however was on my side. When I opened my eyes again, my father had disappeared behind his newspaper and by the sound of his fork hitting the plate, was making inroads on his own breakfast. Mom on the other hand was focused on cleaning the stove and sink so she was completely oblivious to anything going on.
“Sorry Dad, I'm just in a hurry,” I replied.
“Son, your twenty-four years old, you’ve got all the time in the world, just savor it for God’s sake,” he absentmindedly replied.
Watching mom nod her head in agreement while cleaning out the refrigerator, I did exactly what he said. With one hand on the table and the other hand on the head of the ghost under it, I guardedly leaned back to enjoy and came with a shuddering climax.
“Oh my God that was good!” I involuntarily moaned.
“It was only breakfast dear,” replied my Mother, head still buried in the vegetable bin.
Shocked back into my surroundings, I quickly closed my mouth, and mumbled some unintelligible nonsense.
The arousing, awkward moment passed. How I managed to survive their sensual assault without detection was a miracle. With that in mind, I hurriedly zipped up my trousers, finished what was on my plate, and carried it to the sink. Darting up the stairs, I was grateful that the Ghosts hadn’t tried to keep me in the kitchen chair for a repeat performance. In fact, I had the distinct feeling that they left as soon as I had ejaculated into their waiting mouths under the table.
Reaching my bedroom, I sat down on the bed, wondering where they had gone. It wasn’t until I felt the bed depress on either side of me that I knew that they hadn’t left. Looking at the bedspread, I could clearly see an indent on either side of me.
”Is there any way I can see you?” I said, hoping that there was also a way to communicate.
I felt the ghost on my left slide off the bed and suddenly my bedroom door opened. I figured she wanted me to follow, so I did. The ghost led me to my sister’s room, whom I’m happy to say was away at college. Once there I spotted a drawer slowly open. Upon inspection all I found was a diary buried under a pair of winter gloves, a couple of tubes of lipstick and an oddly colored light bulb. Picking up the light I wondered if this was all I needed. Heading back to my room, I quickly changed the light in my bedside lamp. As I watched, the blinds in my room closed, shutting out the sunlight and then the lamp turned on. It was an ultra violet black light! The kind that college students used for specially designed posters that lit up in freakish ways when a black light was used.
There before me in the dim odd-color light were two of the most beautiful young women I’d ever laid eyes on. Both were dressed in long white gowns with hair that draped over slender shoulders. Their cleavage was displayed to perfection by the low cut bodice of their dresses and the thin material revealed their nipples and surrounding areolas. Quickly looking up I saw that they weren’t bothered by my appraisal. The both seemed to be overcome with excitement.
“I can tell that you’re both glad that I’m able to see you but why have you followed me here?” I said.
Their mouths moved, but I couldn’t hear their voices. It did establish one thing however, they could hear and understand what I was saying if their looks were any indication. Hours passed with me attempting to communicate with my beautiful guests, all a failure. My last attempt came when I tried to record their voices onto tape, I think I’d watched one too many horror movies, for although there was some sound, it wasn’t coherent. I was trying to think of yet another solution when Mom shouted up the stairs.
“We’re going now son, lock up if you head out tonight, we’ll see you later.”
“Ok, have a nice time.” I shouted back.
I heard the front door open then muffled voices, was there someone at the door?
“Tania,” I cried.
Quickly I changed the light bulb for an ordinary one and then went to the foot of the landing.
“Tania’s here son, are you coming down?” My mother said.
“Send her up.” I replied.
A few muffled sounds later, she was on her way up the stairs and my parents had left for the evening.
”Hello Tania, how are you?” I said, startled to see her wearing such a short skirt. Her long legs were bare and she was wearing a snug tank top, I could only imagine what my mom was saying to dad.
Tania shot me a quick look as she slipped passed to enter my bedroom.
“I was angry when Brian told me about you staying in that haunted house and why you were doing it,” she said.
She knew about the bet, I immediately caved, and hoped that if I apologized she’d understand.
“I’m sorry; the bet was a stupid thing. I should have thought about your feelings too. Looking back now it seems silly and thoughtless, I hope you can forgive me. It was never meant as an insult to you. I just wanted to date you in the worst way, but Brian met you first.”
“You wanted me, but why?” she said.
“I can’t explain it. When Brian first introduced you to me, it felt like my heart was going to explode, oh…what’s the point?”
“No, carry on,” she said, reaching for my hand.
Standing there, holding her hand, I looked into her eyes.
“I was so attracted to you when we first met and as time passed it only grew stronger when I got a chance to know you better.”
Closing my eyes for a moment, I took a deep breath and said, “This may sound stupid, but when I met you, it felt like I’d known you all my life. However, Brian, he’s my best friend, so I would never do anything behind his back. When you Guys broke up, and remained friends, it was even harder. That’s why I stayed in the haunted house. I hoped that if I stayed he would be able to let go of the past and I could get a chance to date you. It seemed like the only way I could clear the air with Brian and get close to you.”
“That’s such a guy thing,” she said, kissing my cheek. “I cared a lot for Brian, but there always seemed to be something missing, like we weren’t the right fit. The longer we were together the more sure I became. I knew that something wasn’t right because of the way I started to feel about you. It didn’t happen all at once but as time passed my feelings for you became stronger, that’s why I had to break it off with Brian.”
Looking into her eyes, I knew that I had met the woman I was going to marry. We started to kiss, and each kiss became longer and deeper. Finally raising my head to gasp for air, my hands fell to her slim waist and down to her hips to pull her tighter to me. We kissed passionately, for what seemed like ages, with her hands roaming under my shirt to knead the muscles in my back. My hands lifted to the button on her skirt and as I pulled it open, she shook her hips to slide the skirt down her legs. Lifting a foot, she tossed it to the side leaving her standing there in just her sheer black panties and tank top. Suddenly, my trousers fell down.
What, on their own? I suddenly remembered the ghosts; they were still here and could spoil everything. Tania didn’t notice the fact my trousers seemed to have a mind of their own. She used her hands to lift her top, revealing bare breasts; my cock already hard, grew painfully at the sight before me. Her breasts were so full; her rigid pink nipples were the longest I’d ever seen, which explained why it was so obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I took the tips between my fingers and gently fondled and tweaked them. Leaning over I began to kiss and suck her nipples as I slid my hands down inside her panties.
Grabbing her ass cheeks, I fingered them deeply while thrusting her up against my rigid cock. Lifting my hands away, I slowly pulled her panties down, kissing her body, as I lowered myself to the floor. Soon I was face to face with her smoothly shaved pussy, something I had dreamt of seeing for years. Amazed by the smoothness of the skin there, I began to kiss her all over, licking my way between the pouting lips that hid her pleasure pearl. She responded by running her hands through my hair and moving closer to me.
Leaning over, to get closer, I realized that I was trapped by the pants bunched around my feet. Moving back, I stood up to remove my shoes and the rest of my clothing. Anxious to taste her sweetness again, I moved us onto the bed. Kissing her neck, I was about to work my way back down her body with the intention of sucking her to completion when she suddenly said…
“Oh my God, that feels wonderful?”
Looking down I could just faintly see her pussy being manipulated by my unseen guests.
“Oh yes, that’s wonderful, oh…oh…oh, that’s the spot, yes, oh GOD yes.”
I didn’t have to see them to know that they were both working on her but she was so far gone in pleasure she didn’t realize what was happening. By the time I slipped my own hand down to play with her clit, she was going wild. Her body was writhing all over the bed, and she shouted louder and louder not to stop.
I wanted so desperately to place my cock inside her but knew that one wrong move and she’d know it wasn’t just me servicing her pussy. I froze in place, desperate with fear that she would find out what was going on, and then I decided to carry on tweaking her clit. She came with an explosive climax.
“AH…ah, I’m coming…I’m coming…I’m coming, yes…yes…yes …yes…yes…yes, ah…my God,” she screamed.
Her back arched as the intense orgasm passed over her entire body, inadvertently rubbing her clit harder against my teasing knuckle. Her movements became so intense that when she thrust her hips up again she took my thick finger deep inside her shuddering pussy. She came repeatedly until she finally passed out.
“Please, let me take over!” I begged the ghosts hoping that my whispered plea didn’t wake Tania up.
I felt them get off the bed.
“Thank you,” I whispered again.
Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear.
“Are you alright Tania?”
She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes.
“That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?”
“Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied.
Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”
Raising my body above her, I used my thighs to spread her legs wide. Placing my rigid cock at her moist opening the bloated head became covered with her recent juices. Taunting her with its thick presence, I slipped it up and down her channel rubbing the bell end against her still engorged clit. Her moans fed my excitement and the sensation of my cock sliding against her hard nub was driving me insane. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Pushing my cock into her wet opening, I felt the tight rim of tissue at her entrance caress my hard shaft, and with a thrust of my hips, I sank into her waiting depths. Moans of pleasure poured from my mouth as I pulled and plunged deeper into her. I felt like an animal as I unleashed my need to slide every inch of me as deep as I could into her. It felt like heaven as I gorged myself on the sensation of pumping my manhood into her pussy.
I quickened my pace and kept driving harder and harder into her tight channel. Angling my body forward I maneuvered until her clit was sliding up and down my cock with every thrust. Her gasps of pleasure were just one of my rewards for the long wait of having her for my own. Groaning in excitement, I started to twist my hips with each plunge to heighten the sensation and watched as she threw her head from side to side in response to the added pressure to her sensitive areas.
Suddenly I could see her breasts being depressed and moved this way and that, and I knew my friends had joined in again. Tania was oblivious to this, she was too wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment to notice, but her cries of excitement were arousing me even further. I redoubled my efforts plunging deeper with each downward thrust. I thrust faster and faster as I watched her nipples being pinched and pulled to new heights of pleasure. I couldn’t last much longer.
“Oh, my God, take me, take me,” she cried, “I’m going to cum, OOH God yes.”
Again, her hips came up to meet my thrusts, only this time I started to cum too. Streams of semen were shooting out of my cock as I came, repeatedly, filling her pussy. I had never cum so much in my entire life. Tania grabbed hold of my ass and wrapped her legs tight against my waist grinding her clit against me while pulling me in deeper. A second shudder racked her body until she finally fell completely limp, back to the bed.
I managed to fall off onto my back as I gasped great gulps of air into my starved lungs.
“If it weren’t for the fact we are alone I would swear you were getting help from someone else,” Tania said, breaking the silence first.
I shuddered at that, not wanting to tell her that at this very moment I had two ghosts giving me head, in an attempt to keep me hard. She started to reach for my cock, but I intercepted her hand and kissing it, placed it on my chest.
“Give me a moment to recover, and we’ll begin again.” I said.
I lay on my back feeling the pleasure of my cock being swapped from one ghost to the other, while Tania caressed my chest with her fingertips. Turning my head, I looked at her breasts heaving up and down, and placed my free hand onto the nearest one and tweaked the nipple between two fingers, eliciting an erection from both.
The licks and sucking continued on my cock when I reached over to take Tania’s hardened nipple into my mouth. I began to suck and nibble and she groaned rubbing her fingers through my hair. My cock was more than ready to begin again so the ghosts let go, allowing me to continue.
“Let’s try another position.” I said, gently turning her over onto her belly.
She got to her knees, presenting me with her backside. I knelt there looking at her petal smooth back and gently curving hips, and palmed her ass cheeks like a crazed man. Smoothing my rough hands repeatedly over that plump bottom sent tingles down her back and shivers through my cock. I watched as she widened the spread of her knees on the bed and thrust her ass up for more. I felt the ghosts get on the bed next to me but barely managed the thought, ‘What are they going to do this time?’
Tania started to moan, but it wasn’t because of me, they must be playing with her pussy again. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her ass so I moved closer to place my cock at the entrance to her opening. She felt so hot to the touch when my bell end caressed her lips, and hotter still as I pushed its thickness in with ease. Her pussy was deliciously wet, thoroughly lubricated with excitement. As I thrust forward, I felt tongues licking my balls while Tania and I made love. It was so erotic and Tania’s moans became louder than ever as I thrust in and out. The pleasure of filling her pussy along with the thrill of my friend’s tongues teasing and licking was indescribable. If only she knew, I thought.
“Oh my God, that feels so good,” she gasped between groans of pleasure.
The sight of my cock plunging into her body was ecstasy; the feel of the tongues servicing my cock and balls was almost too much, but I refused to ejaculate. I wanted this to last a lot longer than five minutes. Slowing my pace, I gently eased in and out to the sighs of Tania who was gripping the pillow with both hands, begging me to go deeper. Once I had a better hold of my lust, I started moving faster, wanting her to cum again. Thrusting with everything I had, I went for it.
“Oh yes, oh GOD yes, faster…faster, yes...oh...yes that’s it.”
She tore at the pillowcase she’d been gripping as she came and when I climaxed deep inside her I actually felt lightheaded with pleasure. Coming out of my near swoon, I found myself draped over her body. I managed to lift myself off and pulled out of her still throbbing channel. Tania collapsed onto the bed utterly exhausted and I saw that her silky hair was a tangled mess. Running my fingers through her hair, I managed to smooth it back into some semblance of order; then lay down beside her, caressing her face.
“Are you alright Tania?” I asked, after several minutes had passed. I watched as she lifted her tired head and smiled, that was all the answer I needed.
Once we managed to catch our breath we spent the rest of the evening talking about every subject under the sun until it came time for her to leave. Looking back, I realized that the only subject I had avoided was the house and my ghostly visitors. The thought of trying to explain them to her would haunt me (no pun intended) for the next couple of days.
Chapter 3
Using my bare foot to set the chair swing in motion, I sat on the back porch rocking and sipped my steaming coffee as I watched the sunrise. The air was cool but I really didn’t mind, it was refreshing and I needed its bracing effect to clear my mind. Turning to glance at my wristwatch, I wasn’t surprised to see that it was only 6 o’clock. After Tania left last night, I was only able to grab a few hours’ sleep, after all who could sleep when I had so much on my mind. The foremost being where had my spectral visitors gone to, and if they came back how was I going to get rid of them. That’s why I was sitting here staring into space trying to figure out what to do.
I found it hard to believe that the woman I had secretly cared for the last couple of years was now my girlfriend. Most men my age would have tons of experience by now, but I didn’t, but even with the little I had, I knew the sex last night was incredible. She didn’t know about the ghosts joining in when I was making love to her. Shaking my head with disgust, I acknowledged that I should have stopped. I hated the fact that I had inadvertently lied to her and was worried sick about her ever finding out before I had the chance to explain. It all happened too fast. I never expected her to show up at the house the way she did, and when she held me and kissed my cheek my heart was a goner. I don’t think I would have been able to stop even with a gun pointed at my head.
Wracked with guilt I banged my head on the side of the swing, trying to find a solution, not only for Tania and myself but also for the ghostly pair. Although I’d managed to find a way to see my newfound friends with the aid of a special dark light, I still had no luck in communicating with them. My eyes caught a flash of movement from the right and turning my head I saw the old woman next door peering at me through her upstairs window. I saw the curtain quickly close but not before seeing the sunlight reflecting off the pair of mini binoculars she held to her face!
Disgusted, I quickly went back inside and passed through the empty kitchen to head up to my bedroom. Thankful that I had the day off I decided to change the sheets and gather up my dirty clothes, I’d take them down to the basement later for washing. Hearing the door to my bedroom open, I turned to find no one there. They were back.
Digging through the drawer, I quickly reinserted the black light bulb and turned the switch. There they were, standing at the foot of the bed trying to talk to me. Frustration had me searching the room when suddenly I had an idea. If they could physically remove my clothes, they might be able to manipulate other solid matter. Diving into the back of my closet, I found an old chalkboard and half-empty box of chalk and put them on the dresser top. Quickly setting it up I asked if they could use it to communicate with me. One of them reached for the chalk and seemed to concentrate intensely. I watched as she managed to maneuver it to the board. Amazed at the sight I watched as she started to write. Slowly the chalk moved across the surface and writing began to form.
“Samantha. Sister - Serena.”
So they were sisters, I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.
“Why, have you followed me home?” I asked. Watching closely I saw that Samantha’s ability to write was becoming stronger. Her intense focus was driving the chalk smoother and quicker.
“Help us.”
“Help you do what?”
“Release us.”
“How? Why are you trapped here?” I watched her ghostly hands as they continued writing. She appeared to be tiring.
“Murdered – by father. Bones – Christian burial.”
Shocked I sat there reading the brief words and looking up I caught the expressions of sadness and regret on their faces. My mind was rapidly processing the information they had given and I wondered if that was why they had chosen me to bestow their favors on. Embarrassed by the idea that they had used sex in an effort to bribe me I decided not to embarrass them further by asking. I had so many questions to ask but only spoke one.
“Do you need to use my life energy to communicate, to function?”
They silently looked at each other and looking back at me, nodded their head.
“Has the strong emotions that we experienced in the last two days helped?”
Nodding their heads quickly again, I began to see what was happening. Strong emotions must generate a lot of energy that they can use to try to communicate.
“So sex must be a good one?”
They nodded their head again in confirmation.
“What emotions are the strongest?”
Samantha moved to the board and began to write, “Fear – Hate – Lust.”
Seeing the words in writing sent chills down my back. Realization struck, concerning Brian. Turning to them abruptly I saw them looking at me with suddenly closed expressions.
“So, for my friend Brian, you chose fear. That’s why he wouldn’t tell me any of the details and right now, I really don’t want to know what happened. However, when I came to the house you chose lust. Why?”
Samantha and Serena looked at one another, and as I watched, tears began to fall down their faces. They leaned into each other and embraced as if their hearts were going to break. Watching them I realized that I didn’t need to know the reason, what I needed to do was help them.
“I’ll help,” I said quietly. “You don’t have anything to worry about, I give you my word I will find your remains and arrange for a Christian burial.”
They moved towards me as one and I felt petal soft arms and the gentle fragrance of Lavender surround me. Awkwardly standing between them I could only wonder how I was going to do it. Obviously, serious research was in order.
“Son, there’s a phone call for you,” my mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
“Coming,” I shouted back, and with those words, they faded from sight.
Chapter 4
After speaking with Tania about meeting later for dinner, I decided to head down to the local county courthouse to find more information on the haunted house. Sitting in the records room, I poured over the available information and was amazed at how much data I could gather about the house and property. Since the house was very old, the information wasn’t listed in the computer database or even in the huge record books. I ended up in the equipment room going through the photographic images that had been transferred onto microfilm reels. Comparing the original plans for the home with all the changes that had been made throughout the years, I was able to notice several discrepancies in the floor plans.
According to the ghosts, it had been over seventy years since their father murdered them. Looking at the changes to the floor plans, I figured that their bodies must be hidden somewhere in the house. Packing up my notes, I decided to head back to the house and wasn’t surprised when they appeared before me as I had set up the dark light in the sitting room. Expecting them to be waiting for me when I showed up, I’d brought my blackboard and easel, to communicate with them. I asked if they had any idea where their bodies might be.
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