0 comments/ 37860 views/ 2 favorites Haunted House By: shayexhibits We have a haunted house party every year, you know decorate and drink and get stupid and all that. We send all the kids to sitters or family or wherever and just have fun being grown up kids. This year I played the part of a cut up corpse, with fake blood and torn clothes and the open wounds, the whole nine yards. I didn't want to ruin any of my clothes so I had to buy a new pair of shorts and shirt just to tear up and drench with blood. The spot where I was to be was lit with a black light, which illuminated my torn short and jeans quite well. I had a girlfriend of mine cut the holes and pour the blood on me. I think she enjoyed it a bit too much, by the time she was done, there was two thin strips covering my nipples and my shorts were barely a rag, not really covering anything. She poured the blood on me and rubbed it all over my chest as if I had been attacked and I don't mind saying it made me moist with all the attention. I really had to work at being dead for a while. It absolutely turned me on knowing that if someone looked hard enough that they could see my bare puss peeking out of my shorts. At first there were a lot of couples and groups that went through and they would stop and stare at me trying to figure out if I were real or not. A few of the guys came through more than once just to get another look. It had slowed for a few minutes when one such guy came back in for the third time. He looked behind him to see if anyone was near and hurried over to me. He bent down and was looking up my shorts and then got real close to my face, still not knowing if I was real or not. Feeling brave he pulled the fabric off my right nipple and touched it lightly. I couldn't stand it and my breathing was getting difficult to control. I guess he still wasn't sure so he ran his hand up the inside of my leg and slipped he finger into my already wet pussy. He jumped back, now knowing that I was real, he whispered that he was sorry and took off. Damn, all he managed to do was make me more wet and wanting for more. I had plenty of time to fix the fabric he moved but decided to let it stay, just to see what people would do. The next bunch of people all stopped and stared and commented that they could see my nipple but no one came over. I decided to reposition myself before the next group and to make it harder to see if I was breathing, I turned over on my front, pushing my ass in to the air a bit, wriggling around to loosen the up so that the top of my ass cheeks were visible. This also put me in a position that the light shown right on my ass and left my face darker than before. If I had it right you might be able to see right up my shorts if you bent down to take a look. I had just stopped moving when a young woman I hadn't seen before came in. She was real cautious coming into the room, planting each step firmly and looking over her shoulder a lot. She stopped right by me with her back to me, not seeing me yet. Backing up she bumped into me and jumped with a start letting out a little cry. Turning around she looked me over good, again trying to see if I was going to grab her or if I was real and all that. After a few moments of looking she came over and touched me, well poked at me really. Not responding she let out a sigh of relief and then started looking me over good, thinking I was fake. She was really close to me now, looking one way then the other, before she felt my ass through the jeans. It kind of surprised me when she pulled the fabric of my shorts out some and took a look at my ass. Looking over her shoulder once more she put hand down my shorts then pulled it out fast. Realizing that I was real from the heat, I guess. She whispered to me, "are you for real?" I contemplated answering and thought what the hell. "Yes, I am, and that felt real good" I whispered to her. She stepped back a bit then looked at the door, not seeing anyone she came back over and ran her hand up my inner thigh, finding my newly shaved pussy soaked. She shoved a finger into me, working it in and out for a moment then quickly pulled it out and rammed it into my ass. That I was prepared for and I mistakenly pushed back, which made her finger go deeper. Still not meaning to, I let out a soft moan, it surprised me but it did feel good. Just then I heard some voices and at the same time felt her remove her finger and leave in a hurry. It was a long night and I got tired of laying there, mostly from being bored. I decided to take a break and find another room to be in. Turned out that another one of the people playing a role in the chain saw room wanted to take a break as well, so I filled in for her. I got to move around in the darkness and grab people, trying to scare the crap out of them. It was a total blast and I was enjoying the ability to "accidentally" grab people where I shouldn't. There was this guy that had came in ahead of his group, being the man and playing all macho and stuff. If I didn't scare anyone else all night I had to at least get him. He had been through once already and was giving his girlfriend a hard time lifting her shirt and scaring her and stuff like that. Now it was my turn. I snuck around the wall in the darkness and was only a couple of feet from him when he heard a movement from the other side of the room. he backed right in to me and I reached around him and jumped up on his back. My mistake, it scared him bad enough that he flung me around and right back into the darkness against the wall. I hit hard enough to have the wind knocked out of me and he had his forearm at my throat pinning me there. I couldn't really move anyway but he didn't let up at all. When he finally calmed down he took both my hands and pinned them above my head. He was quite strong and he leaned in close trying to see who I was, but I was still wearing my bloody make-up, so he couldn't tell. It surprised me when I felt he free hand sliding up my side and then under the fabric I use to call a shirt. He squeezed my nipple hard and the fondled my breast just as hard. At first it hurt some but from the girl before and all the attention I had been getting, I was already horny. I didn't resist him at all, just let him roam all over my body. He released my hands but I kept them above my head. He took this as his chance and he ripped open my shirt completely exposing my breasts. While he was sucking and biting my tits he had his hands on my shorts, first just rubbing me through them and then pulling at the buttons. From the heat of the house and myself they were sticking to me and he wasn't being all that patient. I felt the fabric give way as he pulled on each side of the zipper, ripping them to one side. They came completely undone at the crotch and the zipper was in ruins, and they just fell to the floor. I was now completely naked with this guy pawing me feverishly. He didn't let up when a group of people came by us, just a few feet away, they didn't even see us, can't really believe they didn't hear him sucking on me but they just went right on by. He had his fingers inside me pumping them really hard when his girlfriend and the rest of his group came into the room. They hung around looking for him to jump out and scare them, At this he pulled his cock out while looking at them and he lifted me up and slid me onto him with such force and ease that I could nothing but wrap my arms around his neck and hang on. He lifted and dropped me quickly while watching them only a few feet from us. I could hardly control my gasps and moans as to not get caught. They finally walked slowly from the room and with that he pushed me against the wall and pounded me hard. I could feel him getting close and was just waiting to be filled with his cum, wanting it. He pulled me off of him and bent me over, damn, I sure didn't want to stop, even if was only for a moment. He started slamming into me and there was no masking the sounds of our bodies slapping together. I started to cum and had to bite my lip to keep from screaming, I felt him clench up and pull me into him and hold me there while stream after stream flowed into me. I felt the warm liquid stream down my leg when he pulled out of me and I fell to the floor. he stood over me just looking for a moment and then left while zipping up. So filled with cum and naked I had to figure out how to get out of the house and home now. I was fortunate that this room was at the back of the house, only had one room to go through to get to the back door. The problem was that that one room was well lit and I didn't know who might be out back. The back staircase was also close and I decided to go out by way of the balcony instead. Longer trip and I had to jump down but at least I would be able to see if anyone was around. I was also fortunate that I was only a few houses down from my own and could go the back way through the trees and brush. That was a plan so I crept around to the staircase and peered around to see if anyone was about and with seeing no one, I ran up the stairs and into on of the rooms that had access to the balcony. It was damn dark in there and I was thankful for have been over here enough to know the lay out. Out on the balcony I looked around and was thanking the stars that I didn't hit the back door, there was about twenty people running around and smoking and just hanging out. I would have jumped right in the middle of them all. Thinking about it now, that might have been fun, but still, I didn't so........ I parked my naked but in a dark corner and waited for them to leave. About ten minutes passed and most of them had gone, just two more and I would be out of here. As they were walking back in I heard the door to the room that I had came from open and out walked two young women. They closed the door gently and looked out over the yard to see if anyone was around. Since the last two had just went back in they turned to each other and started to kiss. I couldn't believe it, I was now stuck here watching them make out and I couldn't do a thing unless I wanted to make my presence known and then me being naked and all that......it was hot though to be watching them. I thought what the hell and parted my legs a little and was enjoying the show when they took it inside. Damn it, what a tease, I was tempted to just go in with them and join them. I took the opportunity to leave instead. One more quick look and I leaped from the balcony and ran to the tree line about twenty yards off. I got there with no problem and looked back at the house, damn sure wanted to see the action in that bedroom, o-well, maybe next time. I had only two maybe three hundred yards to go before I ran into my fence line. There is a field just before us and was just walking into it when I saw a beam from a flash light enter the clearing from near the house. I knew those people and they were old, they wouldn't be out here this time of night. I stepped back out of sight and watched the beam as the person holding it moved further out from the house stopping near the one tree in the clearing. It bounced around as if the person was laying something on the ground. At one point I caught a glimpse of a young woman wearing a long night gown. Who was that? They didn't have any kids that young........then it came to me, she was a border. They had converted their garage into a small apartment and was going to rent it to a young woman going to college. I did remember seeing a different car in front of it but hadn't really put it together until now. What the hell was she doing out here? At that point the beam went out and I heard music playing lightly. How the hell was I suppose to get across there now? I had to chance it, couldn't stay here all night. I had to pass about twenty yards from her or go all the way around and I knew the terrain, didn't think my bare ass could take that. it was covered with briar bushes all along the back of their property. I waited a few more minutes thinking maybe she was just enjoying the cool night air and thought I could slip right by her. Wrong was I. I didn't get fifteen feet from the tree line before I had the beam of the flashlight hitting me in the chest. Fuck! Busted! The girl quickly ran over to see if I was in trouble or something, sweet of her, thought I was trying to get away from some rapist or something. I quickly ran down the events of earlier to her and we both laughed about it. She asked if I wanted a robe or something, she wasn't using hers. It was till then that I noticed she was only wearing a bra and panties. I asked her what she was doing out here like that and she chuckled a little and told me she loved watching the stars go by and was just too hot to wear clothes, but couldn't get up the nerve to be naked. With that she looked at me and laughed shyly. I didn't really want to go home now any way, so I asked her if she wanted some company. We laid out on her blanket and watched the stars go by in silence. I dozed off for a moment and when I awoke I found that she had got up the nerve, because she was now naked and sleeping lightly. Oh how I wanted to touch her. There wasn't that much light, but I could still see how lovely she was. She opened her eyes to see me looking at her. I started to apologize and she held a finger to my lips to keep me silent. She stroked my cheek and then pulled me to her lips. We kiss deeply for a long time, at least it felt like a long time. I rolled over on to her, feeling her body's heat next to my own. I ran my hand up her side and her body responded to my touch nicely. She pushed me over onto my back and straddled my stomach. I could feel the hairs of her puss on my skin and they were moist and she was warm. She ran her hands over her body paying close attention to her nipples. I pulled her forward to position her puss over my face and she did. I started teasing her by licking the outside of her lips getting the sweet juice that had leaked out and then parting them and finding her clit. She started moving her hips in time with my movements and when I plunged my tongue inside her she leaned way back and pushed even harder against my face. She tasted so good........she started fingering her clit as I tongued her hole and it wasn't long before I felt and tasted the hot juices that flowed from her. I sucked up as much as I possibly could and wanted more. She turned over and I took her clit in my mouth again as she did mine in hers. I came 4 times before she climbed off me and laid beside me, both of us just trying to catch a breath. I pulled her to me and she laid her head on my chest. She cupped one breast in her hand and fell asleep. I laid there striking her hair until I fell asleep myself. The early morning light woke me and I found she hadn't moved an inch the entire time. I woke her and told her we better get inside before it got too bright outside. She followed me to my house and we showered together, kissing and holding each other tight the entire time. We ate breakfast naked and then laid down for another nap. When I woke again, she had gone and had left me a note saying that she would see me again soon. Two days later she called to see if I might be interested in catching a movie with her...I did and that is another story. Haunted House Michael Cannon settled himself into his favorite armchair which was sitting in the living room of his new house, looking around with glee... at the moment there wasn't much to look at considering that he hadn't actually moved anything into it other than the armchair -- and his bed upstairs in the master bedroom -- but that would start tomorrow. He considered it quite an accomplishment that he owned his own house at the age of 25, most of his friends were still renting or living with their parents... of course, the house was way outside of town, but Michael had always loved the quiet and the country. And the rumors that the house was haunted should've really driven the price up, not down, he thought with a grin. Looking around the old house, he could understand how rumors had gotten started... all the floors were hardwood and everything creaked... since there was no furniture he could feel strange breezes as he walked through the house, and any old house was going to have a history. Still, Michael felt incredibly comfortable and already at home in the creaky, empty, old house... some of his friends had offered to come over and spend the night with him but he'd rebuffed them, saying that he wanted some time to himself that night. Just him and his new place. Grinning, Michael went upstairs to take a shower and read the new book of ghost stories that he'd gotten before going to bed. In the middle of the night, Michael awoke with a start, feeling someone getting into the bed... it was a large bed, queen size, but he could still feel the weight of someone else getting onto the opposite side that he was sleeping on. Startled, and slightly freaked out, Michael rolled over and find himself looking directly into the eyes of a very beautiful, softly glowing, girl. Unable to locate his vocal cords, Michael just stared frozen as she smiled and crawled onto the bed even faster. Young looking, probably around 20, her skin was pale and luminescent, and he realized with a start that she really was softly glowing... almost as though lit from within by the moon. Long hair -- white and also glowing -- slipped off her shoulders as she leaned forward, her pale lips parted in excitement. Despite the fact that he was as randy as any young male, it still took him almost a minute to realize that she was wearing very little more than a wispy looking nightgown, almost sheer, and a soft, white collar around her throat with a metal hoop at the front of it. Trying to rally and gather his wits together, Michael's mind scrambled after what he was seeing... the girl smiled, brilliantly, as he struggled to comprehend what was happening, and asked, "New Master?" Her voice was soft, almost as wispy as her nightgown which seemed to simultaneously flow away from and hug her body, as she leaned forward the top slid down the curves of her breasts, and the pale pink of the top of her nipple was visible. Michael's response caught in his throat as he felt his dick instantly outmaneuver his brain and harden... while his mind might be having trouble coping with what was happening, his cock was already responsive! Clearing his throat, he rallied valiantly, "Um... sorry?" The girl smiled, "New Master?" her voice lilted over the words, anticipation and hope clear, and although she was asking a question it was very clear that she expected the answer to be "Yes." "Um... well," Michael stuttered, trying to keep his eyes from where her breasts were hanging so temptingly, "I suppose I'm the new Master of the House if that's what you mean..." The girl's face brightened, and she seemed to glow even more, as she gleefully declared, "New Master." Immediately she pulled off the covers, and Michael jerked back in surprise as the cool air hit his body and cock -- which was still standing at attention -- and the girl was suddenly snuggling against him, her hand firmly around the base of his dick. "Oh god..." Michael groaned... her body was warm, soft, and her hand began to move with tantalizing slowness up and down his dick, making him shudder as his dick again took the front seat and his mind desperately tried to catch up. "Wait, wait wait!" he managed to get out, putting his hand over top hers on his cock, stopping her as she tried to continue the -- admittedly fantastic -- handjob. "Master doesn't like?" her eyes were very big, sorrowful and disappointed. "No, no, I like, I like," he hastened to reassure her, "But... who are you?! How old are you?? And what are you doing here?!!!" The questions his mind had been trying to formulate spilled out of his mouth. The girl smiled, "I am yours... you may call me slave or girl or my name which is Christine, and I am eighteen, and I am here to please the Master." Her fingers squeezed around his cock, and she leaned forward and nibbled on his nipple as she pushed away his hand that was stopping her from pleasuring him and continue the hand job that she'd started. At this point, Michael's brain got itself together enough to realize that he was dreaming and that this was what he got for reading ghost stories on his first night in a reputedly "haunted" house... especially when he hadn't had intimate relations with a female in months. So now he was dreaming about a ghost girl who wanted to fulfill his every sexual need... it just made sense to sit back and enjoy the dream, especially when it was feeling better than any previous erotic dream he'd ever had. Christine rolled on top of him, thighs spread over his lip as she leaned down to kiss him... as her hair got into his face and he brushed it away, it suddenly seemed to take on a life of its own and drifted up and away from them, almost as though a wind was continuously blowing it back... she tasted of cherries and spices, an intoxicating mix that made his dick throb as it rubbed against her soft thigh. Moaning, the girl on top of him pulled his hands to her breasts, which felt as fantastic as they'd looked... Michael slipped his hands inside of her nightgown and squeezed the mounds, enjoying the way she squirmed on top of him. Pinching her nipples, he used the tender buds to pull her down firmly against him, kissing deeply and drinking in the taste of her, greedily his hips moved as though they were already fucking, rubbing against the wispy fabric of her nightgown and the smooth flesh of her thigh, occasionally the head would bump against her wet pussy and make him moan into her mouth. Christine wriggled and pushed against him in obvious excitement, her hips moving against his as they dry humped each other, eager hands exploring the other's body. Michael found himself wondering if her pussy tasted as sweet as her mouth, and he flipped over the ghostly, glowing girl and pushed up her nightgown... her pussy was pale pink and wet, she didn't have very much hair between her legs, it was trimmed down, but dewy and tidy. With a moan, Michael buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking on her succulent pussy... it tasted exactly like the cherries and spice of her mouth, but more intense and he rubbed his cock against his sheets as his passion mounted, the smell and taste of her making him feel intoxicated. "Oh! Oh Master! What are you doing?!" Michael could feel her pulling away from him, even as she humped his face furiously, and he slid his arms under her legs and grabbed onto her breasts, pulling her firmly against him and giving him even better access to her splayed pussy. Christine's moans were confused, sensual, and passionate, "Please stop Master, I must pleasure you!" she begged, her lilting voice filled with ardor... and as much as Michael wanted to bury his cock where his tongue was pressing, he felt himself spurred on by her pleas, he wanted to pleasure HER first. With much begging, and tugging at his hair, Christine's wispy voice reached almost desperate levels as she neared orgasm, her juices flowing freely and sweetly. Michael went at her pussy like a starved man, filling his mouth with cherry and spice, licking and nibbling and using every trick he'd ever learned to bring Christine to fulfillment. As her back arched, pussy grinding against his face, Christine let out one long desperate scream of despairing ecstasy as she began to cum, her body jerking in obvious orgasm. Quite pleased with himself, Michael pulled himself up, reading to kiss his ghost girl and then fuck her silly, and was surprised to see tears and an anguished expression as she looked down at him. "Christine what's wrong?" he asked, startled. "I'm so sorry!" she cried out, "I failed you Master, I didn't pleasure you, I was selfish and had pleasure before you!" She pushed him to the side and threw herself over his lap, "You must punish me!" Michael was quite suddenly confronted with the smooth curves of her ass, as the distraught girl pushed it up at him, her nightgown bunched up around her waist... even her inner glow seemed muted as she begged him to punish her for her selfishness. Although part of him wanted to comfort her and tell her that she'd done nothing wrong... it seemed silly to comfort a dream figure, and besides, he had a fetish for spankings and he'd never gotten the chance to do it, even in his dreams... now this gorgeous girl was begging for it as if her existence depended on it. Shrugging his shoulders a little, Michael decided to indulge in the dream... His hand slammed down on her pert ass with a satisfying SMACK! The ghost-girl's body quivered and she moaned, her hips pushing back as if asking for more... Michael's cock was rock hard against her soft body across his lap as he spanked her. THWACK! SLAP! CRACK! Harder and harder he hit her bottom, Christine shrieked and wriggled, but never tried to get away as sexual fervor seemed to take over Michael's entire being until he was hitting her poor abused ass much harder than he'd hit anything else in his life. Her entire bottom seemed to be glowing red, and she was making little muffled sounds into the bedding like she was crying... It occurred to Michael that even in his dreams he didn't want to be this rough on anyone, and he stopped, feeling rather guilty as he looked down at the red, chafed ass of the gorgeous ghost-girl, feeling his incessant hard on pushing at her abused body. Christine looked over her shoulder, tears pouring down her cheeks, and Michael felt even more guilty. "Thank you for punishing me Master," she breathed, "Now let Christine pleasure you, to show you how sorry I am." Michael wanted to say that there was no need for her to do anything, but Christine was pushing him down onto the bed on his back, pale thighs straddling his waist, before he could get a word out of his mouth. The ghostly glimmering of her body in the dark was hauntingly erotic as she pulled her nightgown off, exposing her entire pale body to him.... Then she lowered herself onto him and Michael gasped with excitement as her tiny pussy began to squeeze itself over her cock... she had the tightest pussy that he'd ever come across, but she was dripping wet and it felt like heaven... Part of him wondered how she could be so aroused after the beating that he'd just given her ass, but the tear-tracks on her face were already drying and she was making moaning noises of contentment as she pushed and wriggled her way down his cock. "Master is soooo big," she moaned, her breasts bouncing tantalizingly as she worked her way down his cock, Michael reached up to grab on in each hand, pinching her nipples as she humped on top of him, groaning as her pussy finally engulfed his entire length and he could feel her wet folds grinding against his crotch. "Fuck that's amazing," he gasped as she raised herself up and then slammed back down again, her face studying him in the dark as she moved her body in such a way as to give him the maximum amount of physical pleasure... Michael tugged and pulled at her sensitive nipples, causing her to wriggle in unexpected ways that just added to the tempo of their fucking. However, as skilled as Christine was, her pussy squeezing and massaging his cock with every thrust, Michael had always been more of an 'on top' kind of guy... pulling her down close on top of him, he managed to roll them over -- with her help -- while he was still inside her, barely breaking the rhythm of their bodies as they switched positions. Christine wailed and grabbed at his shoulders as he flipped her legs over his arms and began an assault on her splayed thighs... she was obviously enjoying herself again and yet trying not to as her 'Master' hadn't yet gotten his own rocks off yet. Not that he was far from... Michael could feel his balls tightening as he plundered her exquisite pussy, his orgasm coming from behind him like a freight train... this had to be the best and most realistic dream that he'd ever had... "oooooOOOOO" Christine wailed, her voice crescendoing at an almost alarming rate. "Cum with me," Michael commanded through gritted teeth, "Cream all over my cock while I cum inside you!" Christine screamed out "MASTER!" as her body shook with orgasm, arching up, her arms wrapping around his neck and nails digging into his shoulder blades as he thrust and bucked like a bull... her pussy tightened even more and began squeezing the cum from his cock, milking the fluid from the base of his shaft and into her welcoming body. He could actually feel it spurting inside of her, squeezed out of him, and groaned as his body slowly relaxed into her welcoming embrace, his cock twitching inside of her ever-tight pussy. Then he collapsed on top of her, completely exhausted and sexually content, the frustration of months having been emptied into her willing body. Murmuring little meaningless noises into his hair, Christine stroked and cuddled him into deep rest, his head pillowed against her soft bosoms.... When Michael awoke in the morning he found none of the expected wet-dream stains... only some pale wispy fragments that resembled his ghostly dream-girl's nightie... ....To be continued??.... you tell me =D Haunted House As I pulled up in my car, my jaw dropped. The house was damn near perfect! You could see the faded glory in it's façade. If only the structure was sound enough. Then our dream could come true. With a little money (not a problem, since I was left a sizeable inheritance), time (also not a problem), and a lot of sweat equity, Kelly and I could fix it up and run our own Bed And Breakfast in this small upstate N.Y college town. A woman got out of the car in front of me , smiled, shook my hand and introduced herself. I was being shown the house by Maggie, a local real estate broker. Maggie was average height, with a full, rubenesque figure. And had shoulder length, bright red hair. She was wearing a white blouse, buttoned almost to her neck, a black , knee length skirt, and a matching blazer. Very professional, but very personable at the same time. Maggie unlocked the front door, and, gentleman that I am, I let her in first, following right behind. Standing a head taller, I got a good whiff of her perfume, Chanel No. 5, I think, and its effect went right to my crotch. Odd, I thought, that a simple sniff of perfume on a perfect stranger could get the attention of my , at present, under-utilized maleness, but I dismissed it as nothing totally out of the ordinary. I told her I was interested in checking out the wiring and plumbing in the cellar, and that she need not get dirty climbing down the cobweb strewn stairs, so she waited in the vestibule. After my inspection of the nether regions of the house, I returned to the main floor where she started in on the main part of the house tour. She admitted right off that she had never been inside this house before, but had read up on it and was confident that she could answer any questions I had. After a tour of the kitchen, front and back parlors, and the formal dining room, I was sold. I wanted this house! Upstairs was next, through a series of empty bedrooms. By now I had noticed a funny feeling in my head and my gut, not to mention the now obvious stiffy I was sporting. It was getting quite warm in the house, which also puzzled me. After all, it was October, and not all that warm outside. Maybe I'm running a low grade fever. No big deal! Our last stop was the attic. Upon opening the door, I sensed a charged atmosphere in the room. By now my cock was at full hardness and when I turned to ask Maggie a question, there she stood, jacket off, blouse unbuttoned halfway, showing off ample cleavage, staring at me with smoldering eyes. She stepped forward, reached up for my head, pulled it to her and planted a wet, forceful kiss on my lips, shoving her tongue into my mouth. Involuntarily, I pressed my hardness into her as I responded to her kiss, fencing with her tongue, as my hands moved up to her chest, kneading her 38 DD's through the fabric of her blouse and bra. Her hands went from my head to my crotch as she gave my cock a hefty squeeze, moaning into my mouth as she did so. Breaking the kiss, we noticed several pieces of furniture in the room, all covered with sheets. Grabbing one I pulled it off, revealing a sturdy, Victorian fainting couch in bright red velvet. Holding onto my belt she moved to it, sat and pulled me on top of her, kissing me deeply again. Trying not to lose my balance I put out a hand , which landed in her lap. She hiked up her skirt, exposing her pantyhose clad thighs. One look at the black lace panties and I was clawing at her stockings, shredding then at the crotch. My fingers were rubbing her almost visible pussy lips through the fabric. She urged me on, pulling aside the flimsy lace, letting my fingers feel the moisture and heat emanating from her sex. While I was busy shoving two fingers inside her sopping vagina, she had unzipped my pants and freed my cock from its cotton jail, running her fingers up and down the shaft. Breaking the kiss, she whispered huskily, "I know you like how it feels! You want to taste it? I know I want to taste yours!" She got no verbal answer from me, just a swift repositioning so she could play with my fully erect penis as I shoved my nose into her warm wet, orange fringed folds. ""Oh! Yes! Eat me! Suck my cunt! Drink from my pussy!" she moaned just prior to licking the pre-cum from the tip of my manhood. As I felt the dampness of her mouth surround my cock I pushed it into her face as I sucked greedily on her leaking gash. She moaned onto my meat as I face fucked her and chewed gently on her now visible clit. Her hips were now gyrating in sync with my tongue thrusts and I felt her hands digging into my butt cheeks as I sawed into her face, while bathing my own in the copious flow of honey from her pussy. She screamed onto my cock as she orgasmed, thrashing under me. As she started to come down from it I pulled out of her mouth, turned and rammed my pussy-starved cock inside her until our hairs met. "Oh God! Fuck me! FUCK ME! HARD!" she ordered as I bent her double trying to shove my cock into her throat from below. My balls slapped loudly as I pistonned in and out of her cunt. Luckily, she had unbuttoned her blouse, or I would have torn that off her. I roughly pulled her bra from her tits and pinched and squeezed them in time with my thrusts in and out. Looking into her once pretty face, now contorted with lust made me slam harder and faster. Her tits jiggled with each thrust, and she egged me on, demanding that I drown her in sperm. "You want cum? I'll give you cum , you slut!" "Yeah! Empty your balls in me, fucker!" And I did! I never thought I could come that much. Four hefty squirts which were dribbling out and down her ass crack before I even had a chance to pull out. "Jesus! Don't waste it!" she panted scooping up the pearly liquid with her fingers and bringing them to her mouth, sucking the sticky stuff from her fingers. It was then that she noticed the time. "Oh Christ! I have another appointment in twenty minutes. I have to go!" "Not before you clean off my cock!" I demanded. Looking up at me with a devilish grin, she replied, "And you'll do the same, right?" "With pleasure!" I answered as we 69'ed again, quickly sucking the remnants of our love-making from each other. Reaching the vestibule without saying anything, I broke the silence with an apology. "I don't know what came over me! I've never done anything like that before." "Neither have I." she said, and noticing the guilty look on my face, added, "But, we can keep this as our little secret." "God! I hope so." After a moment of silence , I told her how much I loved the house, but needed to have my wife see it before we signed any papers. She suggested we all meet the next day. "And, don't worry! Two is company, three's a crowd! If you get my meaning." Before we go any further, I need to explain my relationship with my wife. I love her dearly. She is tall, thin, small breasted, with dark, dark brown hair. We have a great deal in common, like our passion for Victorian architecture, but for some inexplicable reason, she has no interest in sex. There must be some repressed childhood memory or something. She just doesn't have the drive for sex like most women her age. She likes to cuddle on occasion, but that's about as close as we usually get. Sure, I get an annual birthday fuck, and when she gets drunk, she loosens up, but otherwise, it's just not there! And as for oral sex...she wouldn't put 'that thing' in her mouth if her life depended on it, nor would she indulge me by letting me lick her pussy. ' It's so dirty!' But as I said, I love her dearly so I put up with 'Lackanooky disease' for the greater good. And besides, running an online business, I have ample opportunities to check out the smut scene. As agreed, we met the next day in front of the house. The clincher for her was the Mansard style roof. I was her favorite of the numerous Victorian architectural styles. We just sat there and stared, talking about how to dress it up and make it the envy of the neighborhood, until Maggie pulled up and introduced herself to Kelly, suggesting we go look inside. The interior just blew Kelly away!. Sure it was dirty and dusty, and in need of repair, but she could see the 'good bones' in this place, just as I did. I still felt that uneasiness as I entered the house, but could see no outward signs on my wife. Just like yesterday, my cock stirred as I walked through the front door, and the closer we got to the attic, the stiffer it got. I was really beginning to wonder what was going on with me. Maggie was dressed much the same, but with a different fragrance, more clean and soapy. Kelly rarely wore perfume, so it wasn't her. It had to be me! As Maggie opened the door to the attic room, again the charged atmosphere hit me, my cock was fully erect and throbbing with hunger. Again the heat from the room made Maggie and Kelly both doff their jackets. And again, Maggie turned to Kelly, looked her in the eye, lifted her hands to my wife's face, and planted a deep kiss full on Kelly's lips. I went into panic mode! What if Kelly freaks? The deal for the house will be off instantly! And I so want this house! But to my surprise, and consternation, Kelly returned the kiss. My first thought.....I married a closet lesbian!, no wonder I don't get any! But I still love her for who she is, not what. While all these conflicting thoughts ran through my head. Maggie had pulled Kelly on top of her on the fainting couch, just as she had me. The alternately kissed and fumbled with each others blouses until they were both bare chested, their nipples rubbing on each other as their hands caressed each other and their tongues danced in the others mouth. "I just love your breasts!" Maggie throatily whispered as she lifted Kelly and kissed her nipples. "And I'm jealous of yours" Kelly replied as her thumb and forefinger rolled on Maggie's left nipple. "I want to taste you!" Maggie said. "I thought you'd never ask!" was my wife's surprising reply. They got up, finished undressing and resumed their position on the couch, only this time Kelly's dark brown bush was over Maggie's face and Maggie's trimmed orange fringe was inches below Kelly. Maggie parted Kelly's moist lips and began feathering the puffy pink flesh with the tip of her tongue. Kelly's moan was muffled by the soft folds of the real estate agents pussy. I watched in awe as the two women pleasured each other, noticing the hip movements of them both as they worked each other toward orgasm. Maggie came first, flooding Kelly's tongue and lips with a copious issue of her juices. Pulling my wife's pussy into her face to muffle her cries of ecstasy, Maggie latched on to Kelly's swollen clit, alternately licking and sucking the little bud. On her way down, Maggie looked up at me from between Kelly's parted legs, and panted, "Don't just stand there , stud! Dig that thing out and use it!" Disrobing as quickly as my 6 inch dick would let me a walked around to my wife's honey soaked face, and pointing the crown toward her lips, I steppe forward, pushing it into her face. Prepared for her rejection, I was shocked when she opened her mouth and said "Closer! Bring it closer! I want to suck your cock!" For the first time in seven years of marriage she was asking for a blow job! Stepping forward, I fed my rod into her hungry mouth an inch at a time. Not wanting to choke her I stopped halfway and let her bob up and down on it. Maggie resumed sucking her cunt, making her moan onto my shaft. The vibrations drove me wild. I wanted to jam the whole thing into her mouth, but resisted, reveling in the sensation of her lips as they rubbed against my head and shaft. Swaying back and forth, watching in amazement as Kelly drooled while ministering to the carnal needs of my manhood. I felt my balls tighten, signaling the impending flood of semen, and warned her that I was close. Not taking her mouth from my pole she mumble "Cum im ma mouf" and sucked harder. I couldn't believe my luck! Forcing myself to keep my eyes open, wanting to witness this historic occasion, I sawed in and out of her face, smiling as she struggled to keep it in. Maggie's attention to her clit finally took its toll, Kelly began moaning on my prick as her orgasm loomed larger and began to take over. She screamed refusing to pull me from her as she came and came hard. Writhing on the couch with Maggie's tongue buried deep in her gash, she let loose a torrent of her juices, soaking Maggie's face, rivulets of her cum dripping down onto the fabric of the fainting couch. This sight was more than I could take and I let loose. "Oh! God! I'm cumming!" I screamed as I felt the first rush of sperm spew from my cock, filling Kelly's mouth with my essence. The second quickly followed, and despite her efforts, she could not swallow fast enough. The white viscous liquid leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and landing on the orange hairs of the woman beneath her. The third and fourth squirts quickly followed, much of which also ended up seeping into Maggie's cunt folds. Again I noticed that I was still hard and still horny. I walked around the couch, standing over Maggie's upturned face and my wife's ass. She gave me an evil grin, switching her gaze from my cock to Kelly's ass and back, nodding her approval. She even spread Kelly's cheeks as I stepped forward, pressing my love juice coated penis to my wife's asshole. Maggie silently mouthed, "Go ahead! Fuck her in the ass!" Having never done this before, I proceeded slowly, with gentle force, watching intently as my cock got swallowed by her virgin sphincter. "Oh! GOD! It's so big! It hurts so good!" Kelly moaned pushing her butt in the air as I pressed forward. Maggie, in the meantime had latched on to my left nut, sucking it into her mouth, massaging the crinkly bag with her tongue and moaning. My cock was buried to the hairs in Kelly's super-tight ass and I began pumping in and out. Maggie's tongue was alternating between licking my balls and sucking my wife's clit, and Kelly returned to washing her face in Maggie's warm, wet cooze. In only a short period of time, Maggie came first, pouring a fresh supply of her cunt juices for Kelly to drink. Kelly followed, screaming her pleasure at the double assault, and I finally came again, pulling out at the last second, aiming my spurting tool at Maggie's face. My cum landed in her left eye socket, across her nose and chin, but most of it made it to her open mouth, where she held it until I was done. Smiling, she pushed the glob of creamy white sauce from her mouth to Kelly's still pulsating cunt, drowning her clit in a sea of sperm. Kelly stood, put a hand to her leaking crotch, and massaged the syrupy glob into her swollen ass and pussy. Maggie arose from the couch, wiping the semen from her face and sucking it off her fingers. And I stood there, cock in hand, stroking it slowly, amazed that it was STILL hard. We all dressed in virtual silence, went downstairs, not speaking until we reached the vestibule. Kelly spoke first. "What happened up there? I...I've never done anything like that before." "It was pretty amazing, wasn't it?" Maggie replied, not letting on about our session in the same room yesterday. "I hope you weren't put off by it. I just couldn't help myself." Looking at Kelly, I chimed in, "Why don't we put in an offer on the house, hon. I think you'll agree, its almost perfect for what we want." She agreed and we wrote an offer on the spot, said goodbye to Maggie, and got into our car to drive home. "What the hell went on back there!" she said sternly. I have never known you to behave like that before. Coming in my mouth? And in my ass, no less. I am totally mortified that we did those things, and in front of a total stranger." "I don't know, hon. But you weren't exactly resisting, either. Maybe Maggie's a witch! I dunno." "She...she damn near assaulted me, how could I stop her?" Kelly argued. "You have to admit, hon, you didn't have to suck on her pussy until she came on your face. I f there's any blame for this, we all have to take responsibility for it. And besides, didn't you enjoy it just a bit?" "Well, I guess so. Just don't get any ideas that this is going to be a regular occurrence." TOO LATE! Haunted House "How," Elizabeth wondered, "do I let myself get talked into these things?" "Why do I have to go with you?" she demanded to know. "You're the one who made the silly bet. I don't even believe in ghosts." "And I'd just as soon not put myself in a position where they might start believing in me," she added to herself. "There aren't any ghosts there," Stacy said patiently. "It's just an old house. The haunted part is just everyone's imagination. We go, spend the night comfortably asleep in our sleeping bags and voila, I'm ten bucks richer." "Fine for you. You get ten bucks and I get a nervous breakdown." "Oh, stop whining. You know you're going to go. Think of the stirring if we back out now." "You mean think of the ten dollars you'll lose," muttered Elizabeth. "That, too," giggled Stacy. 'Anyway, I told everyone that we'd do it this Friday night. That'll give you the whole weekend to recover if we do see a ghost." - - - "Stacy and Elizabeth, alone in the haunted house all night Friday," I mused. "Does this give me a chance at some mischief? I really think that it does." Accordingly, over the next couple of days I made some careful preparations, including the ability to remove all evidence of what I'd done quickly and easily. - - - On Friday night I was in the house first, but carefully out of sight. Eventually Stacy and Elizabeth rolled up, Stacy laughing, Elizabeth grumbling. They did a quick tour of the ground floor and settled in the front room, it being noticeably cleaner than the other rooms, entirely lacking in cobwebs. They chatted and laughed and eventually bedded down onto their sleeping bags, torches off but close at hand if required. Onto their bags, not in, I was pleased to note. I thought that that is what they'd do on a hot night, and it would save me trouble later. I gave them a chance to settle into a nice deep sleep. Judging that both girls were now well asleep, I moved into action. First step was to get out the nitrous oxide and play it gently over their faces, helping them into a really deep sleep. Once assured that they wouldn't wake until I wanted them to, I carefully stripped both girls, putting their clothes in neat piles next to their respective sleeping bags. Then I redressed them in clothing that I'd brought with me. While Elizabeth slept blissfully on, I took Stacy into the next room and set up the shackles I'd arranged. (Padded where they fit over her wrists and ankles so as not to leave any marks.) Then I carefully gagging her, not wanting her to scream and also not wanting tell-tale marks on her skin afterwards. Now I played a little oxygen on her face, helping to overcome the laughing gas, and gently shook her until she started to come to, moving her head groggily from side to side. I could see when she realised that something was wrong when her eyes snapped wide and her head jerked up. She started to struggle, and then stopped when she heard the clink of the chains and realised that she was manacled to the wall. She was making some soft sounds through the gag, and looking around, her eyes finally focusing on me. Then she made some louder sounds through the gag. All she could see of me, in the dim light I'd arranged, was a shadowy, naked, masked figure with a nice erection. I stepped up in front of her and patted her cheek lightly, then I extended a claw, hooked it onto the neck of the t-shirt she was wearing and casually ripped it open, all the way to the bottom. Another little jerk with the claw and her bra was cut neatly in half, leaving her half naked. Stacy was trying to wriggle and scream, but not having much luck, and her luck didn't improve when I inserted my claws either side of her shorts and ripped down, effectively tearing them in two and her panties with them. In case you're wondering, no, I don't really have claws. There are these neat attachable claws you can buy in some punk jewellery shops, but in the dim light and a state of fright I guarantee they looked like the real thing. The clothing I'd prepared had been weakened at certain places, and a child could have ripped them in two. Not knowing any of this Stacy would have had a real fright. Now that Stacy was naked, I dumped the claws and started petting her. She had lovely breasts and I gave them careful attention, weighing them, stroking and squeezing and getting acquainted with a nice pair of nipples. After a while I shifted my attention to her pussy, starting slowly. Initially just stroking her mons, I then moved on, tracing her labia, following her slit and teasing her generally. After gently rubbing along her slit for a while, I eased her lips apart and slipped my fingers between them, feeling her sensitive inner flesh. In case you think that Stacy was just standing there, enjoying my attentions, I really must correct you. She was abusing me something terrible through that gag, wriggling and straining away from me. Finally deciding her time was up I stepped even closer to her, and she could feel my erection between her legs, resting against her pussy. Then I snapped another burst of nitrous oxide into her face, and she passed out again like a lamb. Unshackling Stacy, I took her back into the other room and laid her on her sleeping bag. A few deft movements and she was redressed in her own clothes and sleeping like a baby. I figured any misalignment of her clothes would be put down to tossing and turning after a restless night. Now I turned to my main target of the night, Elizabeth. While she slept, I carried her into the other room and laid her on the rug I had put there. Shifting the shackles from the wall to the floor I very quickly had her spreadeagled on the rug, gag nicely in place. A little play of oxygen and wait. - - - Elizabeth woke with a start. Something was wrong, she just wasn't sure what. She tried to sit up, heard the clink of metal on metal, and found she couldn't move. Straining to make sense of what was going on, she quickly realised that for some reason she was tied up and gagged. Trying to yell and looking around she saw a shadowy figure standing over her. A naked, shadowy figure she realised, her fear growing. The figure knelt down beside her and lightly touched her cheek, and then he lifted one hand and opened it to show claws instead of fingers. The hand reached down to her blouse and she could hear see the buttons flicking away, one by one, as the claws touched them. Spreading her blouse, the stranger slid his claws between her skin and her bra and pulled up, slicing her bra in half as though it was made of paper. Elizabeth felt the claws, cold as metal, as they brushed the remains of her bra aside, exposing her breasts. His hand casually rasped across her nipple, and then he was turning his attention to her shorts. Those clawed fingers hooked under the legs of her shorts and lazily tore their way upward, shredding her shorts as they came. Her assailant grabbed the remains of her shots and dragged them out from under her, leaving her with only panties to hide her nakedness. Now a claw casually reached down and plucked first one side of her panties and then the other, and then the rag was tossed to join her shorts. Elizabeth watched as a hand reached up and started caressing her breast. Normal fingers, she noted with relief, and then wondered why she should feel relief no matter what was touching her. "I am going to play with you Elizabeth," came a muffled voice. "If you don't like me playing, just say stop, and I will." "Say stop?" Elizabeth tried to scream. "How do I say stop when I'm gagged?" Now the stranger's hands were all over her, touching her breasts, squeezing her nipples, wandering further afield and playing with her pussy. Elizabeth writhed helplessly as hands tormented her, stirring reluctant nerves to life and eagerness. Fingers were sliding between her lips, probing into her most secret places, igniting internal fires that she did not want. Settling between her thighs, she could see the stranger looming over her, and could now feel the tip of his erection pressing firmly against her pussy. She tried to move herself away from it, but a steady pressure built against her lips. Then they were parting, admitting the intruder, letting him slide deeply into her, his pathway eased by her body's natural lubricants. Struggling vainly, Elizabeth could feel this intrusive cock moving within, seeking to force her into matching movement, stirring unwanted feelings. With a gasp, she finally yielded, letting this monster handle her as he would. -- - Now firmly within Elizabeth, with her reluctant co-operation, I was pleasuring myself with her body. Unfortunately, I had to wear a condom, as it wouldn't be fair to risk her getting pregnant, but I was enjoying it anyway. I took my time, extending my pleasure. Finally, feeling my climax coming I stared delivering short sharp strokes, building my own tension nicely before I suddenly blew, and lay gasping on her. She hadn't climaxed, which was probably just as well, and she would undoubtedly wake later feeling frustrated. I could practically taste the curses Elizabeth was using beneath her gag, and she was breathing deeply when I squirted the nitrous oxide into her face. I had to give her a couple of extra puffs, she was so excited, but then she nodded off nicely, and was soon sleeping soundly. Now that she was asleep, I quickly wiped her down with some damp tissues, cleaning sweat and other juices off her. Then I took her through to where Stacy was still sleeping, laid her on her sleeping bag and hastily dressed her. Then it was a quick visit to the other room, rolling up all my equipment in the rug and bunging it out the back door for removal when I left. Then I set about putting up my other little surprises, squirted some oxygen in their faces to start rousing them, and left, banging the back door hard as I left. -- - Stacy sat up with a jerk. She heard something. What was it? Then she remembered what had happened. She heard Elizabeth stirring beside her, and heard her gasp as she suddenly sat up. The two girls looked at each other. "Someone assaulted me," whispered Stacy. "He ripped off my clothes and assaulted me." "Me, too," gasped Elizabeth. "But you're dressed. Me, too," she added, looking down at her own clothes." Stacy was fingering her t-shirt. "I can't be," she insisted. "He had claws. "He ripped my clothes to shreds. He was going to rape me. Then I woke up here." "I did get raped," said Elizabeth. "He just shredded all my things. He cut off my buttons." She touched the intact buttons on her blouse with disbelieve. The girls were silent for a moment, and in the sudden quiet they heard a scuttling sound. They looked at each other nervously. "Mice?" suggest Stacy, reaching for her torch. Her torch lit up a spider scuttling slowly towards her, as large as a small rat. Two screams rent the air, to be followed by another two screams as another giant spider dropped neatly between them and then started scrambling back up the wall. The girls didn't bother about their sleeping bags. They decided that the night was up and they were leaving and they saw no reason to leave slowly and quietly. The next morning the girls and some friends returned, with a couple of hefty male companions along. Elizabeth and Stacy flatly refused to enter the house, so the boys went on with a couple of the other girls to see what was going on. A few moments later there was a pair of screams from the house, followed quickly by another pair of screams and two girls vacating the house at speed. A minute later and the boys came sauntering out laughing, carrying something. Andy held up what appeared to be a large spider. "It's a toy," he said. "You turn it on and it just scuttles around." Carl held up a string, dangling from which was another large spider. "This one is different. If it hears a loud noise, like, say, a scream, it drops down its cord and then scrambles its way back to the top." "We were set up?" asked Stacy. "You were set up. Someone probably made enough noise to wake you and when you looked around you found your furry little friends." "Fine," snarled Elizabeth. "Someone has a warped sense of humour." Looking at everyone laughing she sighed. "OK. So you all have a warped sense of humour. That doesn't explain the nightmares we had." I grinned. "You were expecting something to happen. That fed your imagination and initiated the nightmares. What were they about, anyway?" Stacy and Elizabeth glared at me. "I don't remember the details, just that there was a man with claws," snapped Stacy. "Freddy Kruger strikes again," someone whispered, to general laughter.