3 comments/ 37408 views/ 5 favorites The Cellar of Orgasmic Evil By: sexotics2006 Author's Notes Remember, as a child, that ominous feeling you experienced when going into the basement? Perhaps your mother asked you to fetch an onion from the cellar, or to take that little pile of clothes down and throw it in the laundry sink. For me, garbage bags were to blame. We used to keep them across from the washing machine, and when one was needed, it was my job to run downstairs and grab one. Boy, did I run. The terror I felt was unlike anything else. Something was watching me, tracking every step, waiting to spring out and pull me back into a dark recess. It would take days for my parents to find my half-devoured body. This story explores one possible identity of that ominous "something" we've all experienced. Full effort is used in making every scene something wildly perverse and different than any other story you'll download today. Enjoy and please comment! ___________________________ THE CELLAR OF ORGASMIC EVIL ___________________________ Amanda opened her eyes and smiled at the sight of Jessica's widely exposed asshole only inches above her face. Ringed with a damp matting of dark hair, her rear entrance glistened wetly. Jessica was squatting over Amanda's face, one hand on each buttock, pulling her ass cheeks apart as wide as she could. After all, the wider she could spread them, the easier it would be for Amanda to nestle her face into the perfect grove in between. Jessica looked just like a professional porn star at that exact moment - high heel shoes still on, calves flexed erotically as she lowered herself onto Amanda's face. She wore a sexy pair of black garters, and had her long, lush mane of raven-black hair styled into a loose updo that looked both carefree and stylish. Her pussy hair was equally as dark and was manicured into a perfect, short-haired triangle. Amanda stared up at Jessica's sumptuous labial folds as she descended. They were drenched and shiny with secretions of excitement. Amanda could so easily have slid her tongue between them, enjoying the warm, dripping wetness on her mouth and chin. Presently though, it was Jessica's asshole that Amanda was really interested in. Jessica readjusted her hands, cupping her ass cheeks and spreading them even wider. The tight ring of her rectum opened only slightly at first. She flexed her lower abdomen, her rear entrance continuing to widen until a chasm of darkness awaited. Amanda extended her tongue as far outward as she could and speared it directly into the yawning cavern. It was a perfect fit. "Ohhh fuck, YESSSSSSS!" Jessica hissed. Bearing down, she ground her hips against Amanda's face, pushing her girlfriend's tongue deeper into her body. When she felt fully penetrated, Jessica released her buttocks. The immediate tightness encircling Amanda's tongue was divine. She felt totally constricted; as though a python had wrapped itself around her tongue, squeezing and flexing. Jessica continously tightened and released her abdominal muscles, squeezing hard, clasping Amanda's tongue tightly with her back entrance. The dark-haired babe had such control that she actually tugged Amanda's tongue upwards each time she bore up and down. Simultaneously, she fanned the slippery contours of her clit with stiff fingers, speeding towards orgasm while gyrated her hips against Amanda's wet mouth. Amanda soon found Jessica moving too wildly to keep her tongue inside of her. Instead, Amanda curled her tongue around the bottom of her chin, like a small child catching snowflakes in a winter snowstorm. Jessica took advantage of this by planting her crotch fully on Amanda's extended tongue and sliding her midsection back and forth along the slippery track. There was nothing humble or gentle about this; Jessica put her full weight down on her girlfriend's face and ground into her hard. Within seconds, Jessica's entire crotch was glistening with a thick and sloppy layer of saliva. She rubbed her pussy against the other woman's face with an increasing rate of vigor. "Ready?" Jessica whispered excitedly. Amanda gasped a desperate, positive reply, her own pussy beginning to quake with excitement. She feebly tried to nod, using what little room she had to do so. It was enough to give Jessica the go-ahead. Amanda suddenly felt a warm flood of fluid cascading down her cheeks. The unmistakable scent of semen filled her nostrils. Her libido went wild. ----------------- It would be important at this point to back up half an hour and fill in the missing gaps before continuing. After all, not fifteen minutes before this, Amanda was huddled in the dark shadows of Jessica's fruit cellar, the door ajar only a few inches. Despite the cobwebs and dirty floor, this position was warranted because of the fantastic vantage point it offered Amanda. From the hidden location, she voyeuristically observed the action between Jessica and her new boyfriend, Max. After finishing their freshman college year the previous June, the two girls had begun experimenting sexually all summer. Each of them had made the agreement (naïve, perhaps) that they were not lesbians, and instead were simply enjoying new frontiers of sexual liberation. Jessica was a true fox, and come the beginning of September, she immediately began having flings with all of the hottest guys on campus. Frosh week was hardly over and she was immediately reeling them in. With a body and face like her's, she made easy work of the sex-starved crowd of first-year college guys. Max was a bit of an exception. He was in his final year and much older than most of the guys on campus. Jessica had found a particular penchant for attracting a more middle-aged guy like him, and she had stuck with him exclusively for several weeks. To Amanda, he was a fairly handsome. She had always had a secret fantasy of doing an older guy as well. However, without Jessica's arsenal of good looks, Amanda lacked the confidence to propose such a venture. She was still desperate to see him naked, and Jessica was more than happy to oblige her request. In fact, it was Jessica who first suggested more than just an observation of his unclothed body. "How would you like to taste his cum?" she had asked mischievously. And so it turned out that Jessica invited Max over to her parent's house for a round of sordid sex that fourth week of September. He was a bit apprehensive about "doing the nasty" with a chance that her parents might walk in, and thus Jessica suggested they do it in her basement. "There's a door leading out to my backyard," she had told him. "If my parents happen to come home, you can get out fast. Don't worry! My father isn't going to chase you with a shotgun!" Of course, Jessica had already planned on using the basement for other reasons. There were plenty of dark corners, any number of which would easily accommodate Amanda's spying fetish. The girls eventually settled on the unlit fruit cellar, leaving the door slightly ajar. "Do you think we'll be the first to consummate your basement?" Max said to her with a laugh as they undressed, spreading a blanket out on the cool cement floor. "Sex? - yes." Jessica replied. "Anal sex - most definitely." With that, Max looked at her with a questioning gaze. Jessica smiled at his dumbfounded face and continued. "Oh did I forget to mention I wanted you to fuck me in the ass?" Max wasn't the only one blown away by this sordid turn of events. Amanda's eyes widened in the darkness at the request for anal sex. She couldn't help reaching down and masturbating herself while she watched what followed. They did it doggy-style. Amanda fully enjoyed trailing her eyes across each one of Max's rippling muscles as he thrust into her. At the same time though, she got just as much of a pre-orgasmic kick out of eyeing Jessica's perfect tits as they freely swung back and forth with each thrust. Jessica's lower legs, from the knees down, continuously rose into the air with pleasure. At one point she reached back and grabbed her risen ankles, pulling them hard against her hips, balancing herself completely on her knees. Max slammed into her so hard that she leaned forward and pressed her face to the floor, using her left cheek to keep from falling forward. He ended up cumming deep within Jessica's body, his cock spearing her asshole right down to the base. The two of them looked almost ethereal at that very moment, as if they were both being bathed in a greenish blue light. If Amanda hadn't been so enthralled with the moment, she might have thought this very strange. Instead, wound up in her own pre-orgasmic rapture, all she did was huff, puff, and move her hips back and forth rapidly to the rhythm of her stroking finger. She missed the weird green-blue glow entirely. Almost immediately upon finishing, Jessica went into a well-acted panic, grabbing Max's clothes and telling him that she had heard her parents' car pull up. He went crazy with fright, pulling his pants on in a haphazard fashion and practically running for the cellar door. "Go through my back gate!" she cried as he pulled his shoes on. "Run through the field behind my house. Don't go out the front or my Dad will know what's going on!" Of course, her father was not out the front anyway. Her need for his hasty exit after cumming was between Amanda and her; they had more important things to do, and time was of the essence. ----------------- And so, returning to the present moment, that was how it turned out that Jessica and Amanda had met naked in the middle of a blanket, on the floor of her basement. Amanda pulled her tongue back into her mouth, clearing the way for Max's cum to drip all over her face. Jessica lifted her asshole from Amanda's lips and leaned back, propping her arms on either side of the gal's hips for support. This gave both of them the perfect vantage point. "You ready again?" Jessica said to her with a horny gasp. She didn't wait for the other gal to respond. Instead, she lightly flexed her abdominal muscles. Amanda watched her puckery asshole balloon outwards a bit, then spread slightly. This was followed by a cream-colored leakage that spilled from deep within her. Amanda's tongue darted forward, lapping up the stream of his cum as if flowed from Jessica's ass. More and more trickled out and began running from the corners of Amanda's mouth, flowing down both sides of her neck. Never in her wildest dreams would she have ever thought she'd get a pearl necklace of cum from another woman's asshole. Jessica rubbed her crotch back and forth once more, lubricating most of Amanda's chin and mouth with Max's cum. Then finally, she pulled back and gave a final, strongest squeeze. With a sound of gurgling wetness, his remaining cum burst outwards and slopped wetly out across Amanda's face. Jessica looked down to find a load of it pooled on Amanda's upper lip, as well as one particularly large blast streaking up her left cheek and into her hair. The sexy babe climbed off of her and laid flat against the other gal's body. Pussy to pussy, tits to tits, they embraced each other and took in the warmth of skin against skin. Jessica started on Amanda's neck, lapping up the sticky cum that had run down across the curves of her throat. She then sucked the pool of semen from Amanda's upper lip. Reaching down, she parted Amanda's mouth and let the girl suck on her finger for a moment. Amanda felt her pussy go wild with pleasure as she watched Jessica fully extend her cum-drenched tongue. She let it drip into Amanda's mouth for a few moments before pursing her lips and spitting the rest into the gaping chasm below. The whole time she had stood in the fruit cellar, Amanda had been holding a sleek, white vibrator, waiting to use it when the two of them got together. Jessica picked it up from beside the blanket and flicked it on. She lifted her body from Amanda's just long enough to reach down and place the buzzing cock between their pussies. Neither of them were penetrated by it - instead they sandwiched the device between their snatches, where both of them could simultaneously enjoy the clitoral stinging that the vibrator offered. To heighten the pleasure even more, they began to deeply French kiss, licking Max's cum from each other's tongue and lips. Fully extended, their cream-dripping tongues intertwined with each other like mating snakes. Back and forth Max's spent semen went, from mouth to mouth, until both of their lower face were absolutely plastered with his drying sperm. Amanda, still occupying the bottom, slid her hands around the sides of Jessica's sexy waist and cupped her ass cheeks. She pulled Jessica's hot body closer, at the same time thrusting her midsection upwards. This tightly compacted their clits against the vibrator, sending electrical charges of pleasure flowing through their bodies. Coupled with the eroticism of spitting cum into each other's mouths, orgasm easily began to resonate through their quaking bodies. It was Amanda who was first to cross the finish line. She cried out hard and bit down on Jessica's shoulder, leaving a semen lip print of her tanned flesh. Orgasm exploded through her body, showering every inch of her sexy figure with a warm rain of ecstasy. Jessica never did cum - and Amanda never really got to enjoy the remaining waves of climax. For at that very moment, a bluish-green glow materialized out of nowhere in the middle of the basement floor. It might once more have been unnoticeable, but this time it was accompanied by a shrill, ear-piercing scream. Jessica whirled her head around in fright, expecting to see her mother's repulsed face glaring at them from the top of the stairs. Instead, she saw something far more terrifying. In the center of the basement floor, an eerie green and blue swirling fog had come out of nowhere, sparking with an almost electrical presence. Again a scream tore through the dark shadows of the basement, sending waves of panic through the two girls. Without any cause for caution, both of them bolted for the upstairs of the house. Should Jessica's parents have come home at that instant, they would have seen two naked female forms dash from the basement, eyes wide with panic, lower faces glistening reflectively with a well-spread coating of shared sperm. However, the terror in the basement made the risk of running into her parents far easier to deal with. They felt as though they were running for their lives. ----------------- What followed was a week of terror in Jessica's home - one in which the obvious sense of a presence overtook every shadow, every dark corner, every hour. Jessica started out by completely avoiding the basement, but soon realized that whatever ominous force had made itself known in the damp cellar had a stronger influence. There were subtle signs that its fingers of reach rose beyond the cellar steps. Floorboards creaked and doors swung open lightly, as if blown by a breeze. TV channels would change for no apparent reason. Kitchen drawers were found pulled out in the morning. Jessica's parents were, of course, none the wiser. They knew nothing about the incident in the basement and did not see the foreboding signs that something was amiss. The TV channel phenomenon was simply attributed to neighborhood interference. They pushed the kitchen drawers in without even considering why they were pulled out. And they didn't even register a response to creaks around the house. In fact, they were so oblivious to the signs that Jessica began to question her own paranoia. Perhaps there were simply no signs that all, and her terrified mind was converting rational experiences into evidence of demonic intervention. She and Amanda didn't talk much that week. October arrived and the college campus turned red and yellow with autumn colors. They met for lunch twice at the campus restaurant, but talked about other things. It was as if they each refused to be the one to bring the topic up, unwilling to deal with the conversation that would surely follow. But then, one evening, Jessica's phone rang. "I saw it first!" Amanda said to her in a hysterical tone, without even saying hello. "I saw it when you were with Max!" "Sshhhh! Calm down." Jessica said to her, taken aback by the sudden nonsensical statement. "I don't know what you mean." An hour later though, Jessica found herself deep in thought. Amanda had explained to her the bluish cast of light that she had seen illuminating Max - long before it had appeared again accompanied by the ear-splitting screams. "I have a girlfriend who's heavily into witchcraft and the supernatural. I've been talking to her all week and she's explained everything to me clearly. Jessica - don't you see?" Amanda had said to her bluntly. "It happened when Max CAME, and then it happened again when you made ME cum. I know that sounds too bizarre but think about it! Why now? Why not before? You've been living there since we were kids! Why has your house never been haunted before?" "I honestly don't know." "I do. When has anyone ever had an orgasm in your basement before?" "Probably never." "Exactly!" Amanda replied. "Max was the first... then me." "How can you seriously think that cumming triggered this?" Jessica responded dryly. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." Or was it? Long after the phone conversation, Jessica found herself thinking deeper and deeper about the possibility. As terrified as she was, the idea was intriguing. She wondered if she was daring enough to test out the theory. As if by more than coincidence, her parents announced shortly after that they were going to the late show. They wanted to know if Jessica wished to join them but she declined politely. Not half an hour later, her parents were stepping out the door. "You sure you don't want to come?" he mother asked. Jessica shook her head and told them to have fun. "Well, there's a cherry cheesecake I just bought in the fridge if you get hungry." "Thanks mom." she said, closing the door. Food was the last thing on her mind. She waited long enough to watch their car pull away, then made a dash for the basement. Opening the cellar door, she peered downwards. As expected, there was nothing out of the ordinary to see. She looked to the center of the room, where the glowing light had originated the previous week. Finding nothing but a flat cement floor, free of markings, she gingerly followed the steps downwards. The entire basement was quiet and empty. Jessica stripped her jeans and underwear off, followed by what must have been ten to fifteen straight minutes of masturbating herself. Sitting on the foot of the stairs, she used Amanda's vibrator in every way possible - tickling her clit with the tip of it, pushing it deep into her body, stroking her asshole with it. Quite simply, nothing was working. She could not even get her "engine started", so to speak. Her nervousness made it impossible for her body to even begin heating up with pleasure. She realized, with some trepidation, that there were two immediate problems: she was too sober, and the method with which she was doing herself was too mundane. If both of those conditions were reversed, she was confident she could turn herself into a spasming, erupting volcano of pleasure. Even with the nervousness of being in the basement - the apprehension of seeing something that would traumatize her - she was sure that it could be done. Fifteen minutes later, after pounding back shot after shot of straight vodka from her father's alcohol cupboard, Jessica found herself in a whole new frame of mind. She always was an extremely horny drunk. With her head spinning and her inhibitions loosened, she found herself with a whole new interest in the cherry cheesecake her mother had left in the fridge. Jessica had experienced some fairly messy food masturbations before. She had found them so exciting that they left her cumming like crazy in only a few minutes. It was exactly that type of excitement that she needed. The Cellar of Orgasmic Evil Back in the basement, completely naked now from head to toe, Jessica found herself leaning back against the laundry basin. Her sexy buttocks were just higher than the edge of the tub, and, using the edge of the washer and dryer to lift herself, she easily managed to plop herself down ass-first in the middle of the basin. There wasn't room for her entire body however, and she left her sexy, nubile legs dangling outside the tub. The washing machine made for a nice table, and she placed the plate of cherry cheesecake beside her. It was soft and easy to work with her fingers. She started by scooping the layer of cherry filling off the top. Cupped in the palms of her hands, she transferred a thick blob of it from the plate directly to her body. She rubbed it into her dark triangle of pubic hair, which immediately turned into a glistening, crimson mess. Holding her fingers together tightly, she began rubbing them back and forth across her pussy mound, the lips parting easily under the slippery conditions. Cherry pie filling darkened a crimson streak through her crotch, from her naval right through her legs and back to her tailbone, pasting everything in between. The thick filling had a syrupy consistency perfect for masturbating. It wasn't too thin and slippery, nor thick enough to cause a gluey, uncomfortable tug on her pussy hair and lips. Jessica held the lips of her snatch wide open with two fingers of one hand, then used the three longest fingers of her opposite hand to fan her clit rapidly from side to side. Her entire body shook with pleasure and she began to moan loudly. Her legs, dangling down the front side of the wash basin, began to kick back and forth, her toes curling and uncurling involuntarily as the building sensations passed through her. She reached up and lifted the rest of the cheesecake - the creamy white portion - and carried it to her chest. The triangle of dessert landed with a dull splat between her breasts. She grabbed her mammaries, one in each hand, and sandwiched the cheesecake between them, squishing it upwards. Gobs of cheesecake splooged out from the valley between her tits, which she eagerly began to rub all around her chest and stomach. Jessica massaged the cheesecake over each of her shoulders and trailed her hands up the sides of her face, painting her cheeks white and licking her fingers clean as she did so. She reached down to her crotch and continued giving herself a cherry-pie-filling-finger-fuck, being sure to palm her clit wetly as much as possible. It didn't take long for the white cheesecake portion on her tits and the crimson pie filling between her legs to mix together into a pinkish cream. It covered every inch of her body except her legs and arms. Masturbating fiercely, she could feel soon-to-be explosions of pleasure racing through her veins. She was so involved in herself that she had momentarily forgotten all about her original purpose. Jessica had intended to remain in the wash basin and hose her clit down by turning on the faucet. She knew that this would probably send her body into a massive climax. However, more of the vodka had worked its way into her bloodstream, causing a total loss of inhibitions. Hopping out of the wash basin, she turned to her left and grabbed the front corners of the washing machine. She pulled hard enough to slide the appliance out from the wall. She turned the front of it and adjusted the machine's position so that she would be facing the center of the basement floor while using the washer to get herself off. She had never done it before, but knew full well that it would work. Often times when she washed clothes, Jessica would lean against the front of the machine. Sliding her hands down the front corners, she let the oscillations vibrate right up her arms. She once decided that if she ever pressed her bare clit against the cold metal, she could easily get herself off during the forceful gyrations of a wash cycle. Now, her crotch and midsection covered in a whipped cheesecake paste, she turned the machine's dial to the wash cycle and started the machine empty. She spun the dial passed the water fill stage, sending the central agitator spinning away. The entire machine started groaning and vibrating perfectly. Crouching down onto her haunches, she hugged the front corner of the washer and leaned back. Bracing herself with her hands against the cement floor, Jessica thrust her snatch upward and forwards. She let the corner edge of the washing machine part her labia, her lips folding over it. Her slit dripping with pie filling, Jessica left a crimson trail of cherry on the edge of the machine as she began thrusting her hips up and down the length of it. Even though they were coated with a glistening layer of cream, Jessica watched her nipples turn rock hard. As much as she wanted to watch her pussy lips sliding up and down the machine, she instead turned her head towards the center of the basement floor. She was close to cumming and didn't want to miss a beat. The hard vibrations of the machine electrified her clitoris with ecstatic pleasure, and she felt a thunderous climax racing towards her. Wantonly desiring a full and strong release, she grabbed the top of the machine and thrust her hips forwards, clamping her legs against either side of the washer. Rubbing her midsection up and down faster, she threw her head back and let out a loud groan of pleasure. Goosebumps had exploded across her upper arms and back which, for her, was a sure sign that she was seconds away from exploding. She gasped loudly and ground her pussy against the vibrating machine one last time. And then she was there. She felt herself pass the plateau of no return, orgasm rapidly spreading throughout her lower body. The vibrating washing machine heightened the power of the explosion tremendously, and she found that it was all she could do to keep from screaming. Perfectly on cue, the bluish-green explosion of light appeared from nowhere in the middle of the basement floor. As terrified as she was, Jessica was intent on enjoying the strong climax. As well, she needed more answers. As her legs twisted and writhed against the sides of the machine, she watched the swirl of color. She had the distanct impression that the colors seemed to be pulling together. The high pitched scream heard previously repeated itself, sending a shiver of fright down her spine. However, she did not flee - instead Jessica watched with enthrallment as the light continued to constrict, taking on a somewhat humanoid form. Jessica clearly saw the outline of a person's body in the middle of the bright haze. Her eyes widened at this revelation, then stretched to the size of cereal bowls when she clearly heard a raspy call for help emanate from the swirl. As soon as her orgasm subsided, the vortex of light began to fade. Slowly the image died away until there was absolutely nothing left behind - no evidence of anything extraordinary. The basement would have been instantly plunged into silence if not for the churning of the empty washing machine. Jessica released her leg clamp on the machine and climbed to her feet, surprised to discover that she wasn't afraid. She had clearly heard the call for help. In that very instant, everything changed. ------------------------ Later that evening, a trio of sexy women met for discussion over coffee. Jessica had called Amanda and insisted that she contact her witchcraft friend. "Sandra?" Amanda asked. "Whoever.... you didn't tell me her name. Just tell her it is an emergency that we meet right now." Jessica had demanded. Jessica rehearsed a little opening speech over and over, wondering how she was going to convince Sandra all that had happened was true. After meeting though, she quickly realized that she wouldn't have to. Sandra simply sipped her coffee and nodded repeatedly, her eyes filling with wonder and astonishment. It was clear that the woman wasn't hearing anything she had not experienced before. "To me, it sounds like the spirit is gaining energy from orgasms experienced in close proximity," she said, furrowing her brow as she thought deeply. "Why orgasm though?" Jessica asked. "That's the part that sounds the most ridiculous." "This may sound ridiculous, but it isn't the first time this has been recorded. There's even a name for it in obscure supernatural texts: orgasmic gravitation. You're brain is broadcasting electromagnetic waves constantly, even though they're not officially not recognized by science. In metaphysics though, brain waves are well accepted. It is how we converse with spirits. During orgasm, you can easily imagine the brain waves must be a very distinct a powerful signature, full of energy. Remember your high school science lectures? Energy cannot be created or destroyed, but can only transfer forms. Free energy is a huge draw for spirits - they can easily gain it." At this, Amanda broke in. "What do you mean by gain it? Gain for what?" "Release." Sandra responded bluntly. "The spirit is trapped. All the ghostly horror stories you've ever heard - they've all simply been about the need for release. You do realize, of course, that there's only one night of the year that releasing a trapped soul is possible?" "Halloween." Amanda said with a gasp. "Next week!" "Actually, the night before Halloween, no?" Jessica asked, looking at Sandra for confirmation. "The transition between them - midnight. Halloween may have turned into a silly tradition around the world, but the origins were very serious and very real. All Hallow's Eve was - is! - the only night of the year that misguided souls trapped on Earth can be given another chance to make the proper transition to the other side." "So what are you saying?" Jessica asked. "If we can supply the spirit in your house with enough energy just before midnight of All Hallow's Eve, we could effectively trigger a transition." "Do you have a suggestion?" "Feel like having a little Halloween party at your house Jess?" Sandra asked with a sly grin. ----------------- On a cool Autumn night right at the end of October, Jessica's house was the site of one of the most massive Halloween costume parties the city had ever seen. It took a great deal of convincing to get her parents to vacate the premises for the night, but Jessica had managed to twist their arms. As for the patrons, Sandra took care of it all. She belonged to a massive society of supernatural believers who were eager to partake in the venture. With a simple batch email distributed to various friends and societies in the immediate area, Sandra easily succeeding in drawing at least one hundred and twenty people to Jessica's house bash. They came in every range of costume - gargoyles, robots, princesses, drag queens, baseball players and movie stars. For the first several hours, the party looked like any other. Alcohol flowed freely and music pounded. Jessica's living room had been transformed into a makeshift dance floor and her front window was illuminated with flashing lights from several strobes. A fun time was had by all as they waited for the clock to approach midnight. At 1l:40 the party took a sudden turn. All one hundred and twenty or so patrons rose and headed for the basement. It was a steady stream of people dashing down the stairs. Just like that, the ground floor of Jessica's house was abandoned. What ensued in the basement was an orgy of epic proportions. Every possible piece of available floor space was taken up with copulating individuals. Some were made up of guys fucking girls, but at least six lesbian couples and countless threesomes were going on. Room to move was very sparse and it didn't take long for these individual groups to meld together until a massive free-for-all was well underway. Back and forth, left and right, people were fucking, fondling and sucking each other until the entire basement floor simply became a huge entanglement of bodies. Sandra had carefully instructed every single individual that NOBODY was to cum before midnight. For some, the orgiastic conditions made control almost impossible. Amazingly though, almost everyone came through. Buried within the crowd, Jessica found herself pinned to the floor by several individuals. There was a stiff cock hanging over her face which she began to suck on, without the use of her hands. They were being held down by whichever two people were sucking on her tits. She could feel one mouth on each nipple - a guy on her left, a girl on her right. Further below, a sexy blonde bitch in a leather dominatrix costume had somehow managed to penetrate her with a strap-on dildo and was fucking her like mad. At one point, the chick lifted Jessica's knees and pinned them to her chest, rolling her into a back-somersault position and repeatedly driving the black plastic cock into her with clearly well-practiced speed. Amanda was busy squirming through the crowd, enjoy the perverse sights. Three girls were lying on their backs with their faces side by side, there tongues flaying back and forth with mad lust. A fourth was squatting over them showering their faces with a golden spray of urine. Amanda couldn't help leaning in and rubbing the palm of her hand into the fourth woman's pussy, hot piss squirting between her fingers. She French kissed the woman for a brief moment before moving on to another corner of the basement where a woman in her late thirties was being fucked in the ass by two men at once. Amanda's eyes widened as she realized she was observing a genuine double penetration. Both cocks were literally being swallowed up by her asshole, stretched tautly over both shafts. It was a mind-blowing sight. Sandra made a loud announcement that it was time. Midnight was rapidly arriving, only a few minutes away. There were about fifteen guys who had come without dates, and they all crowded around her position. Sandra crouched down to the floor and leaned her head back, extending her tongue as far out as she could manage. They all stood around her and began to beat off in the direction of her face. At the same time, couples around the room released the control they had been exercising and went for the finish line. Jessica took one look at the circle jerk only moments away from erupting in the middle of her parents' basement and decided that there was no way she was going to miss out. Breaking through the circle, she knelt down in front of Sandra and embraced her naked body, rubbing their tits together and wrapping her arms around the other woman's back. Without a word, they began to French kiss wetly, fully extending their tongue so that all around them could watch. Seconds later, Jessica was hit in the side of the face with a warm volley of cum - the first of dozens of cumshots that would coat her body in the next two minutes. All around the room, the semen explosion that took place was legendary. Faces were drenched in multiple cumshots within seconds. As expected, the whirlwind of light in the center of the room instantly appeared, the colors pulling together to form a more concrete image. With each passing orgasm, the colors intensified, the ear-piercing scream filling the room. Jessica looked just long enough to satisfy her curiosity about whether the ghostly image would show itself. In that very instant, she watched four different ejaculations nail Sandra's face from completely separate angles. Jessica's tongue darted forward, licking the intermingled semen strands from her cheeks and face. On the other side of the basement, Amanda massaged a stiff cock with her tits, the pole pressed tightly between them. The guy attached to the other end of it went wild with orgasm, bucking back and forth and crying out. Sperm sprayed across her throat and into her hair as he exploded wetly. At the same time, she felt someone grab her from behind and penetrate her ass. The person was already in the verge of cumming and didn't get more than three thrusts into her colon before she felt a warm gush of fluid fill her tail end. Many of the party patrons had stopped their sexual antics and were staring at the center of the basement floor in utter amazement. The onslaught of orgasm had pummeled the spirit with sexual energy like the bullets of a machine gun. The image had clearly formed. Jessica sucked a mouthful of cum off of Sandra's tits, turning to have a look for herself. She gasped in horror. It wasn't what any of them had expected at all. A young woman was hanging from the rafters of the basement. She was completely naked, her mouth gagged, her ankles bound. As people stopped to stare in fright, the ghostly woman began to scream in terror. Burn marks instantly appeared on her body as if she was being tortured with a branding iron. She cried out in pain, pulling away from her unseen adversary. Hanging by her hands though, pulling away was a fruitless effort. She simply spun and swung back like a pendulum, more burn marks appearing on other parts of her body. Despite the clarity, more colors began to swirl into the image. At the same time, Jessica was sure that she could feel the floor begin to shake. "MORE!" Sandra cried out to everyone. "DON'T STOP!" Orgasms continued to explode around the basement. Most of the men had erupted cum everywhere - it was now the women who came like crazy. Jessica was not one of them, but she was simply too excited to care. She did enjoy the opportunity to watch a fantastically sexy babe spray like a fire-hose. She had always assumed a female ejaculation to be a small affair, which was obviously a mistake. This babe's pussy must have cleared a six or seven foot swath with a forceful expulsion of clear fluid that shot out of her pussy-hole. The floor was undoubtedly shaking. Everyone felt it now - so much so that items around the room began to jiggle as if an earthquake was taking place. Within seconds the entire house was violently shaking back and forth, a dull roar accompanying the physical motion. The image of the young woman in the middle of the basement began to rotate rapidly, spinning faster and faster until the entire form turned bright white like an exploding star. There was a thunderous crack that was absolutely deafening, and a shockwave that knocked several people off of their feet. At the exact same instant that the image of the woman exploded and disappeared, a fissure split the basement floor wide open. And just like that, silence fell. A pin drop could be heard. Nobody moved. Nobody said anything. The silence was only interrupted by a hissing noise that emanated from the crack in the middle of the basement floor. A cloud of white gas rose and disappeared, leaving those nearby peering into a hole that went about a foot and a half into the concrete foundation. There, clearly visible, was a skull surrounded by several bones. ----------------- It had been twenty six years since a man named Lester Manning had raped and tortured his neighbor's daughter in the cellar of his house. He had long since moved to another part of the country, selling his home to two young newlyweds who would turn out to be Jessica's parents. For twenty six years he had been free, but not out of the law's reach. Lester Manning found the FBI on his doorstep not three weeks into November. He went peacefully, somewhat dumbfounded to be charged with murder after more than a quarter of a century. Jessica did not attend the trial. In fact, the day of Lester Manning's sentencing, she took the opportunity to use the privacy. Her parents were definitely in court all afternoon, and would not be returning home for some time. She, Amanda and Sandra were soon to be deeply involved in the most pussy-pounding threesome of their lives. "Should we use the basement?" Amanda asked with a smile, stripping out of her bra and underwear. The Cellar of Orgasmic Evil "I'm leaning towards a nice warm bed this time." Jessica said with a laugh. "And maybe a hot bath. There's a corner tub in the ensuite bathroom that will easily fit all three of us." __________________ A SEXOTICS FANTASY