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Paranormal Research Club Ch. 01

By: GPLockwood



This is the first chapter of a longer multi-part series. Among other things, this chapter features group sex, incest, women forcing themselves upon a reluctant male protagonist, and a dream featuring incestuous impregnation. Future chapters will include supernatural influence that borders on mind-control. There is a sexual focus to this story, but there are plenty of other things going on as well. If you've only got a few minutes for a quick masturbation session before getting ready for work, I would encourage you to come back to this story later when you've got more time. :-)

On page 5, I am sharing the recipe for a very tasty alcoholic drink called Apple Pie. It always goes over well at Halloween and Christmas parties, and as a nice bonus it makes the whole house smell great. Everything else that you might read here should be regarded as strictly a work of erotic fiction. Tools, techniques, and opinions among paranormal investigators vary widely, and those emphasized in this story are not all-inclusive. All sexually-active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved. 

*** CHAPTER I ***

My name is John, and I attend a small, respectable private college in the American Midwest. Most people have no clue that our college has a ghost-hunting club, and the powers-that-be in our obscure little slice of American academia wish to keep it that way. For the sake of maintaining the respectability of our Alma Mater, the "paranormal research club" (as we describe ourselves) isn't listed as an official on-campus organization. Our unofficial faculty adviser, Professor Morrison, is a well-respected authority on 18th century English Romantic poetry, and the author of several widely circulated books on the subject. She possesses enough tenure and seniority at the university that her famous idiosyncrasies and peccadilloes are largely ignored or tolerated by the other faculty members, and she also just happens to be the niece of a former dean as well as the daughter of one of the school's biggest financial contributors. It was unequivocally understood that her eventual retirement would mark the end of any association, official or otherwise, between our university and anything as potentially embarrassing to the academic community as paranormal research. In the meanwhile, however, while other students spend their Friday nights out binge drinking or buried beneath research projects, the seven to ten of us that routinely attend the paranormal club meetings would spend our nights exploring decrepit old buildings with a variety of recording equipment, trying to catch evidence of supernatural activity on tape. We usually have a bunch of fun doing it, and it's really a neat feeling when you catch a recording of something that you can't rationally explain and you get to share it triumphantly with your friends over beer and pizza.

We've never gotten any sort of evidence that couldn't have been faked by an unscrupulous attention-seeker, but most of the people in our club aren't out to convince the rest of the world that ghosts, hauntings, or anything else supernatural really exists. Ghost hunting can be an expensive hobby, even when you make do with relatively inexpensive equipment, but it's a hobby that we enjoy for its own sake. People are pretty much just going to believe what they choose to believe regarding the paranormal, and that's fine with us. We're all pretty good friends, and in reality, our paranormal research gives us an excuse to go around playing in creepy old abandoned buildings and hang out together.

It was Spring Break of last year, and one of the members of the club had spent most of the previous three years trying to persuade us to make the 13 hour trip to do an investigation at the church in southern Vermont where her father had been the pastor for the past 19 years. Erin was a petite, willowy young woman with sparkling green eyes, adorable freckles, and long brown hair. She was a senior this year majoring in Speech Pathology. As a senior, she viewed this year as her last chance to make an investigation of her father's church happen. She told us that her interest in joining our paranormal club had been sparked by an entire childhood surrounded by the mysterious goings-on at that ancient house of prayer.

Erin was a bit of an anomaly in our club. She was deeply religious, and she seldom failed to be at the local church she attended multiple times a week unless she was deathly ill. She wasn't pushy with her religion, but she was a virgin and planned to stay that way until she was married. It was hard to imagine her staying single for long. She was physically attractive, easy going, and she had a cheerful and good-natured personality that frequently lit her face up with a brilliant smile. She was just the sort of woman that any young man that was considering marriage might do well to pursue if the idea of having a large family didn't scare him off. Erin's family didn't appear to be rich, but I often suspected that she was descended from old money based on stray bits of conversation that I gathered over the years. Both my sister and I liked Erin a great deal as a friend.

While organized religion generally tends to be skeptical at best when it comes to paranormal investigators such as ourselves, Erin's father had enthusiastically welcomed the idea of us doing an investigation at his church. Over the phone, he and his wife had told stories of ghostly sounds, smells, objects moving on their own, and sights including full-body apparitions that rivaled the activity reported to occur in some of the most haunted castles in Europe. Lots of people exaggerate what goes on in a haunted house, sometimes because they're frightened and other times because they want attention. Erin assured us that, if anything, her father was downplaying what went on in the old church in an effort to keep his stories from sounding too outrageous and difficult to believe. We had known her long enough and had been on enough investigations with her that none of us doubted her truthfulness. Perhaps, out of the entire club, the biggest supporter of Erin's idea of investigating the old church was Dr. Morrison herself, which was unusual. Dr. Morrison was always supportive of our efforts, but she seldom did anything to push us one way or another on a project.

The fact that Erin could vouch for everyone in our club's character had encouraged her father in his decision to enlist our aid, just as our faith in Erin's word had made us willing to make such a long trip. Her father, David, wished to avoid local notoriety and not earn his church any more of a supernatural reputation than it already had. The fact that we were all from out-of-state and might be able to verify what he and his family routinely saw, without compromising the local reputation of his venerable house of worship, was an absolute godsend from his perspective. He offered to pay for the fuel that our large gas-guzzling van full of people and equipment would need to get there and back, which was no small gesture. In addition, he and his wife were willing to put us up in his home and feed us home-cooked meals while we were there, so there would be no need to pay for hotel rooms or meals. If Erin's mother, Naomi, was even half the cook that Erin described her as being then it was worth the trip for the food alone. David had generously offered to pay us each for our time, but through Erin we politely declined payment because we never take money from any interested party when we are researching a site. For a bunch of broke college kids with an interest in the paranormal, the whole trip appeared to be a remarkably good deal, and Dr. Morrison seemed almost as happy as Erin that we would be able to go. It sounded like fun, and everyone liked Erin enough that it was no problem getting the club to commit to the investigation, much to her and her parents' joy.

It was the night before we were scheduled to leave for our adventure in Vermont. Steve and Frank, two Industrial Design majors that you could just about always count on being a part of any adventure that the club participated in, were renting an old farmhouse about thirty minutes away from campus. On our investigations, we usually all drove to their house, loaded the equipment that we kept in their garage into a battered old van that we kept parked there, and then everyone rode in the van to wherever we were going to investigate. Their house provided us with a natural staging area, and everyone had agreed to meet at Steve and Frank's abode at 6:30 the next morning, load the van just like we always did, and hit the road at 7:00 sharp. We would drive in shifts, and hopefully we would reach Erin's parents' house between eleven o' clock at night and midnight. All six of our most experienced members had volunteered to go, which would be just enough people to effectively pull off a good investigation of the scope that the old church deserved. 

Before going to sleep on the night before we were to leave, I carefully ensured that I had set my alarm clock for 5:30, and as always, I set my cell phone's built in alarm to go off ten minutes later should the primary alarm clock fail. Back when I was enlisted in the Army, I had gotten into the habit of always setting a backup alarm in case my primary alarm stopped working for any reason, and the system had never failed me. I had the large internal-frame hiking rucksack that I used for my personal luggage at the foot of my bed, already packed and ready to go. I had my cargo pants laid out for the next day on my nightstand, the pockets already loaded so that all I had to do was pull the clothing on the next morning. Again, that was a habit I picked up when I was in the Army during those times when I had the luxury of sleeping undressed. I laid out a comfortable t-shirt, a pair of socks, and my favorite insulated vest to make sure I didn't forget it. Even when it's warm outside, it can get chilly when you're ghost hunting at night, and vests are also great for the extra pockets they provide. I've always been a firm believer that you can never have too many pockets. Pulling my soft flannel sheets over myself, I quickly drifted off to sleep.

My dreams that night were both deeply disturbing and extremely erotic at once. In my dream, I was lying naked in the center of a large, circular clearing in a forest of immense and ancient trees. High above me, the stars twinkled and the full moon shone down brightly. The grassy clearing was brightly lit by moonlight and blazing torches, but the light seemed to end abruptly at the tree line, as though it could no longer sustain itself among the twisted and moss-covered branches of the dense, fog-shrouded woods. I had the distinct feeling that I was here as some sort of sacrificial offering. Strangely, the thought didn't bother me. I didn't think that I was bound, but my arms and legs hardly responded at all to any efforts I made to move them. I couldn't turn my head at all. It was a rather helpless feeling, but it was more annoying than frightening. Lying beneath me, I could feel a naked woman cradling me comfortably against her abdomen and chest, her warm skin comfortable against my back and her soft breasts nestled against my shoulders. Even though I had no clue who she was, it was still a comforting feeling to have her against me.

I was surrounded on all sides by a large ring of women that were dancing naked and barefoot on the soft green grass to the sound of discordant pipe music and sensually rhythmic drumbeats. Some of the women I recognized: friends, family members, even professors and classmates from college were among those present. Many other women looked entirely unfamiliar, but most of them looked like ordinary, everyday women that I would not expect to be taking part in the pagan dance that I saw occurring around me. Women of all ages, descriptions, and body types, and all of them completely nude and covered in sweat that glistened and reflected the flickering torchlight were pressing towards me in a tightening ring of dancing flesh, their bodies moving in a manner that seemed to mimic the flickering flames of the burning torches. Something seemed to be driving them and energizing them in a manner that imbued even the least athletic-looking among them with sufficient stamina for them to effortlessly exert themselves with tremendous vigor. Slowly, the ring of women began to tighten around me as they danced. Around and around they whirled and cavorted, closer and closer they came until I could hear their breathing and see every detail, every soft body hair, and every drop of sultry sweat on the glistening female bodies. My painfully erect penis strained upward like a stone obelisk, and my heart pounded within my chest as adrenaline and testosterone coursed through my veins.

Lying immobile on the ground, I soon felt hot, sweaty female flesh pressing and writhing against me from all directions, rubbing softly along every part of my body. The woman beneath me was now feverishly grinding her sopping wet vulva against the small of my back, her small, firm breasts rubbing against my shoulder blades from behind. I felt her chest rise and fall as her hot breath became heavier against the back of my neck, and I could even feel her heartbeat pounding against my back. I wanted to turn to see who she was, but my body refused to obey me. Everywhere I was surrounded by a seething mass of anonymous female flesh, warm, soft, moist, enticing, and writhing against me. The air was thick with the smell of incense, clean sweat, and the intense sexual musk of women that were sexually excited far beyond the level of arousal with which normal mortals could ever be familiar. 

I had experienced erotic dreams before, but none had ever been even half as real to me as what I was experiencing at that time. The details of my surroundings were far too vivid, and everything seemed far too concrete for this to be part of any normal dream state. The old test of pinching myself to see if I was awake was impossible, since I could hardly move, but it wasn't necessary. I could feel every detail of everything around me, and I have never had a dream where the sounds, smells, and tactile senses were this acutely influenced by my surroundings. Aside from the bizarre and impossible situation, this seemed to be real in every possible sense of the word.

The crowd of women around me parted slightly to permit a strikingly beautiful woman with blonde hair and a lusciously curvy body enough room to stand above me, and I was mesmerized as she swayed her hips above me, sweat and sexual moisture dripping from her body onto mine as she undulated seductively in time to the music. Her hypnotic movements were beautiful and unhurried, and her motions reminded me of a strange and exotic cross between belly-dancing and some sort of erotic ballet. As she danced, her large breasts jiggled temptingly and beautifully, hinting at their full softness, and the beauty that rested between her soft white thighs promised pleasures that I craved with unspeakable intensity.

I looked up with longing at her perfect buttocks and the beautiful cleft at the juncture of her shapely legs as she swayed above me, but I couldn't move to touch her. Slowly, sensually, hypnotically, she moved her hips lower and lower as she danced to the pulsing drums, until the softness of her neat blonde pubic hair barely brushed and tickled my chest. Her muscular control was almost superhuman. My body demanded sexual release with an overwhelming, primal urgency that strained against my very sanity. I struggled against my invisible but unyielding bonds. Still, the gorgeous young woman was not done toying with me yet.

The beautiful stranger lowered herself even more. The beautiful pink petals of her womanhood kissed my chest, and she slid herself slowly along my abdomen and up to my sternum. I felt her sweet, warm vaginal moisture against my skin, so plentiful that a trail of it seeped from her and marked everywhere on my chest she touched. Her perfect ass felt warm and firm as she ground her pussy against my chest. With maddening patience, she slowly and rhythmically slid herself incrementally in unhurried undulations towards my face. Soon I could smell her delicious pussy, and inhale the delightful aroma of her arousal. If only she would bring her body closer so that I could lick and taste her! I have always loved orally pleasing a woman, but I had never desired it before so fervently as I did then. Or, alternately, if only she would slide back, mount my painfully hard cock, and grant us both sexual release through intercourse! But, instead, she ground herself against my chest in a gracefully controlled motion, and my arousal was reaching levels where I feared for my crumbling sanity if this were to continue. The girl beneath me was not half as graceful or controlled as the woman above me, and was rubbing herself wildly against my back as though her own need for sexual release were driving her every bit as insane with desire as my own need for sexual release was driving me. I certainly understood her frustration. If only I could roll over and allow myself to share blissful, glorious satisfaction with her, whoever she was!

Sliding herself further back to sit on my abdomen, the beautiful stranger leaned forward to kiss me deeply on the mouth. I tasted her sweet kisses and felt her soft breasts press firmly against my chest. Her perfect ass cheeks softly caressed the top of my penis between them, and her sweet womanhood rubbed against the muscles of my abdomen. I needed release desperately. She smiled at me with benign mockery, as though she were greatly amused by something that she knew and I didn't. She lifted her hips, letting her vaginal lips gently kiss the top of my cock. The brief contact was electrifying, but it was only for a moment before she slid her hips forward and away from my manhood.

It was with tremendous relief that I eventually felt the soft thighs of another woman straddle me behind the blonde stranger, and the head of my erect cock briefly brushed soft pubic hair and then touched moist, warm feminine flesh. I felt the lips of the pussy part around the head of my cock, admitting the tip of my manhood into the heat and moisture that lay behind them. Past the temptress that had cruelly tormented me with such unspeakable need, I saw wavy brown hair and had a brief feeling that there was something familiar about it.

The gorgeous blonde stranger cupped my head in her soft, warm hands and kissed me with a frightening, unnatural passion that spoke of madness and unspeakable need, and I felt her sweet, warm breath and soft blonde hair caress my face as the unseen woman behind her impaled herself on my cock, encasing my manhood in her blissful heat and moisture. My turgid member had grown so sensitive that I could feel every ecstatic detail, even the most minute of the small ridges inside of the delicious, wondrous, anonymous pussy that now stretched to accommodate my cock. As I continued to kiss the blonde woman, her hot wet tongue plundered my mouth and my own tongue responded in kind as our needy lips drank passion from one another. My hand, at last free to move, traveled down to her nether region, and I saw her smile I as she moved her hips to grant me easier access to the most intimate part of her lovely body. Her eyes grew wide as my fingers gained entrance to her warm haven. Thank heavens! At last I could move, and at last my cock was getting the attention it needed as the anonymous stranger began vigorously and passionately merging her sopping-wet sex with my hardness.

As my fingers worked inside of the beautiful blonde's wet pussy, the woman behind her rode me with passion and wild abandon, as though she were someone who had lusted after me for far too long, and could no longer be denied the lovemaking that she craved. The blonde stranger moved her head to kiss my face and my neck, and then slid gracefully off of my body and lay beside me, smiling at me with something like mirthful amusement and chuckling as though she had just played a joke on me that she found intensely amusing. With her no longer blocking my view, I looked up to see the brunette woman that had mercifully mounted me and granted me the promise of sexual release. To my horror, I immediately recognized that the woman who had for several minutes now been relishing the feeling of my throbbing penis buried deep within her silky depths was my own mother! 


Paranormal Research Club Ch. 01



My mother's sweet, kind eyes were shining with wild, desperate passion as she rode me. The large, fleshy breasts from which I had nursed as an infant swayed as we fucked. My eyes traveled down my mother's stomach to the juncture of her thighs where my eyes confirmed what my penis had already told me. This was no illusion. I was indulging in the wickedly delectable sin of Oedipus Rex; I was actually fucking my own mother. She was beautiful, and I was horrified to feel my own desire for her swell and throb within my loins as her slippery birth canal gripped tightly around my steely-hard penis.

I was shocked by what was happening, but I was also far too aroused to stop. I needed release more desperately than I ever could have imagined possible; I felt certain that I would die without it. Above me, my beautiful, beloved mother bucked wildly, riding me like a pagan fertility goddess bent on conceiving a new world. The soft brown pubic hairs that adorned her luscious vulva ground hard against my pelvis. I looked between my mother's legs, watching my hardness engulfed within the same sweltering flesh from which I had been born. I could see the soft brown curls of my mother's vulva naturally forming a shape that vaguely resembled a heart, and the shiny pink lips of her glistening labia stretching tightly around the girth of my hard cock as she impaled herself upon me over and over again.

As my mother bounced on me, I could see her glistening fluids coating my manhood with a slippery sheen of forbidden moisture. Long ago, I had been born from that glorious pussy, and now I was returning and reveling in the wickedly taboo glory of the experience. My mother smiled sinfully as she ground her cervix against the head of my cock, and I was so sensitive that I could feel the tiny hole that marked the entrance to the very womb in which I had once resided. My mother looked down at me with fierce possessiveness as she claimed me as her son, her lover, and her mate. We fit together perfectly. My mother's familiar, beloved face was transformed and blazing with uncontrollable lust, and the large, pillow-soft breasts from which I had nursed in infancy bounced and jiggled obscenely as we fucked.

Countless female hands from all directions roamed our bodies as the unholy, incestuous union took place, as though the women around us were greedy to partake in the succulent wickedness of the blasphemous union. Fluids never intended to meet, the sexual nectar of a mother and her own son, were freely swapped as the head of my manhood ground hard against the smooth, slippery entrance to my own mother's womb. I felt her fingernails gently caress the top of my throbbing shaft as she massaged her clitoris, her tunnel becoming impossibly wetter while our sexual organs meshed together. She pounded herself down upon me, the wet sound of our coupling audible even above the crowd and the din of the insane pipes and drums. I couldn't help myself. My penis had never before been as hard as it now was as my mother forced me back deep into the core of her womanhood, and I rejoiced in every sensual detail of my immoral return to the warm, humid depths of the very womb where I had been created. Every sight, every, sound, every scent, every taste of what I was experiencing was forever burned into my memory.

I looked around me. My younger sister, Kim, a sprightly, innocent, 18-year-old pixie of a girl with short brown hair and sparkling eyes, was cuddling her petite young body against me to my left, her small warm hands traveling my chest as she humped her mound against my leg, the perfect brown nipples of her small, firm breasts massaging the side of my arm. One of her hands reached over, lovingly stroking my penis and our mother's vulva as she caressed the wet juncture where her brother and her mother were locked together in the most intimate of embraces. While it is impossible to know such things for certain, I felt positive that this was the first time that Kim had ever touched a penis. And it was her own brother's, even while I was involved in the act of fucking our own mother. Everything about this was wrong, forbidden, impossible! My innocent, virginal sister's wet, pink tongue traveled seductively along my neck and left a cool trail up the side of my face as I beheld my mother's body undulating and swaying above me in time to the drumbeats like some ancient pagan fertility goddess with my own mother's face. Glistening droplets of my mother's sweat were dripping from her breasts and sparkling like fiery jewels in the hellish torchlight. 

My mother leaned down, her pendulous breasts crushing against my chest as she kissed me in a manner that no mother should ever kiss a son. My heart pounded in my chest like an industrial power-hammer, and my breathing was becoming increasingly rapid as I returned the kiss with equally scandalous passion. Breaking the kiss, she looked into my eyes. 

"Look at me, sweetheart," my mother whispered before kissing me again. Her eyes met mine, and the expression on her face was almost tender as I felt her wet, scalding-hot insides continue to claim my manhood. "Look at your mother as we make love, and accept what we're doing together. I love you more than you could ever possibly know, and you need to know that what we are doing now is beautiful in every way. I need to feel you put your love deep inside of me. Cum inside of my pussy; Sweetheart; give your mother your sperm! Make me feel beautiful as you get me pregnant and make me a mother again! Let me know that my son will still want my pussy time and time again, even when my belly is swelling with our child!"

Higher and higher into ecstasy I climbed, and the drums and pipes played faster and faster as though fueled and driven by our ever-increasing spiral of arousal. My mother and I were rapidly approaching the point of no return, and still our genitals merged with wild, passionate need. My mother shrieked triumphantly as a steaming hot climax wracked her body with shuddering, quivering, convulsive ecstasy. Her soft, white, feminine thighs tightened around me like the jaws of a vice, and the velvet-soft walls of her wet, scalding-hot tunnel began to clench down in powerful spasmodic waves around my firm, throbbing manhood. She drenched me in her gloriously fertile maternal fluids as she gave herself over entirely to the ecstatic glory of her orgasm.

I could no longer prevent or even postpone the inevitable. My heart was pounding like race horse's, and my breath came in ragged gasps as every nerve in my trembling body fired at once. My thoughts went blank as my brain was deliciously electrocuted by my own powerful orgasm. My body was flooded with far more pleasure than any human being was ever wired to experience, so much pleasure that it was almost painful to feel it all at once, as my own climax fertilized my mother's ripe body. My penis was pressing hard and sealing against the firm, slippery, muscular opening of my mother's cervix. I felt defeat and the loss of so much more than sperm as jet after hot liquid jet of my potent seed gushed deeply into her hot, wet depths, defiling her eager maternal womb with her own son's semen. Still she continued in her climax, her beautiful body shuddering and undulating above me as the slippery walls of her pussy fluttered against the hardness of the spurting member that I continued to thrust deep into her innermost depths. I reveled in the knowledge that I was impregnating my own mother, even while experiencing shock and horror that I could revel in the pleasure of such an intensely depraved act.

After the slippery wet flesh of my mother's heavenly vagina had milked me of every drop of potent semen that my body could provide, she kissed me tenderly and lovingly on my lips. As I returned the kiss, our mouths opened and our wet lips and tongues slowly mated. I was still buried deep within her pussy as she crushed her entire body against mine. Any barriers or taboos between us had melted like snow on a hot summer's day. I knew that my mother and I would be repeating this act, even as she had said while we were making love. Slowly, she raised her hips, sliding the sinful pussy that was now dripping with our mingled fluids from my still-hard cock. The act was almost painful for me.

My mother kissed me a final time and slid her slick, sweaty body from on top of me. The hard brown nipples of her hot, perspiration-drenched breasts dragged lewdly across my chest as the beautiful stranger on my right side- I now realized that my fingers were still deep inside of her body and she was just finishing an orgasm of her own while witnessing the incestuous act- stood up and moved away from us, making room for my mother to cuddle almost sweetly against my side. 

My mother stared almost tenderly into my eyes as my sweet, virginal young sister climbed on top of me. I couldn't get up, or even move. This was going to happen, and I couldn't avoid it any more than I could have stopped what I had just done with my mother.

"It's my turn now, brother," my delicate young sister whispered hotly into my ear. 

"Mom, Kim's still a virgin!" I protested.

"Only for a few more seconds," my mother replied in a sardonically soothing tone as she reached over and grasped my cock, which was still slippery and literally dripping with the sexual fluids of our own unholy union. Impossibly, even after the greatest orgasm of my life, my erection was still undiminished in hardness, and my body was already insistently demanding more sex. Now, with the same hands with which my mother had held us, calmed us, and fed us as children, my mother now placed the head of my cock at the opening of her own daughter's still-virginal slit. I could see and feel myself pressed into the warm, yielding softness of my sister's innocent vulva, and my heart leapt into my throat.

Other anonymous women- and I now prayed that they would remain anonymous- pressed their warm and receptive feminine flesh against my vulnerable body from every direction. Someone I could not see was now grinding her clitoris against my shin, and while I could not see her face I felt the deliciously soft wetness of her slit and the supple cushions of her womanly ass, and I knew that I desired her. She felt amazing. Sitting on the grass near my head, I recognized my Aunt Cindy, who was still remarkably attractive despite her age. Her chest was heaving, her eyes half shut, her shapely legs spread and her hand working feverishly between them as she watched her nephew and her sister frantically rutting together so close that she could have reached out and touched us with her fingers which were glistening with slickness from her own feminine juices. I couldn't see any more faces in the kaleidoscope of human flesh that whirled around me, and I feared who else I might recognize if I could.

I looked down at my sweet younger sister's nude body as she straddled me. Like my mother, she was beautiful, her body athletic and well-proportioned. I had never seen her naked before, at least since we were too young to think anything of it, and I was horrified by my body's eagerness to complete the wicked act that was now all but certain to occur. What I had just done with my mother had felt far too wonderful for words to possibly express it. Even so, I could not defile my virginal sister's body.

"Kim," I pleaded even as I felt my body pressing up against her as though acting of its own accord, "You don't have to do this! I don't want to take your virginity! For the love of God, what has gotten into you?" Even as I spoke, my body betrayed me as my hips pressed upwards into the warm softness between her legs. My sister smiled at me as the purple head of my rock-hard manhood began to slowly press against her impenetrably tight orifice. 

Kim looked into my eyes, her face glowing in the torchlight. Her pupils were dilated with adrenaline and her eyes wild with need and reflecting fire from the torches. "So, brother," she said, emphasizing my relationship to her as though the word tasted delicious on her tongue, "You say that you don't want my virginity, but I haven't moved. You're the one pressing up against my pussy. Am I supposed to believe your words or your actions? Tell me that you don't want this," she said as she ground her delightful vagina against me, "and I'll stop." She kissed me wickedly and incestuously as she pressed her pussy down harder against me, and I could feel the sacred membrane of her innocence begin straining against my cockhead. 

With a groan, I pushed back, feeling my cock burrow a tiny bit deeper into her. My need boiled within my veins like lava. I needed my sister's virginity like a drowning man needs oxygen, and my lust was quickly drowning out my capacity for rational thought. 

My sister smiled, rubbing her wet pussy against my penis as the last vestiges of my self control disintegrated. "That's what I thought. So, do you want to take my virginity? Do you want to fuck your sister without any protection and cum inside of her?"

My heart sank in despair as my own voice responded, "Yes."

The pressure between my manhood and the most sacred and intimate parts of my sister's delicate young body suddenly increased. She was soaking wet, and my penis was still lubricated from forbidden sex with our mother. But Kim was so tight that I still hadn't managed to breach her innocent pussy. Her soft, full lips pressed hard against my own in a scandalous, wicked, open-mouthed lover's kiss, which I returned and loved every second of it. I tasted the sweetness of my sister's saliva, her tongue wrestling wetly with my own.

She pulled away, and I saw my sweet, familiar little sister's face staring down at me, blazing with lust and madness as her eyes locked upon my owns. "Prepare to feel my virginity poured out upon you. Make me a woman, brother." Her words burned into my brain and her eyes smoldered with feverish madness as she forced her painfully tight vagina down upon my cock, a cock that was still slick with the natural lubrication from the wicked union of her own brother and her mother. I slid partly into her sopping wet tunnel. I heard her emit a sharp gasp, and I felt the barrier that had guarded her maidenhood for 18 years tear as she relentlessly and forcefully impaled herself on me with a need that overruled any level of discomfort. It felt as though her body were splitting in half around my cock, and she arched her back and shrieked in something that could have been any possible combination of joy, pain, triumph, or unbridled sexual ecstasy as she continued forcing her body relentlessly downward onto mine. 

My manhood was soon entirely gripped within the heat and moisture of my sister's body, her virginal tunnel tighter than a clenched fist around my cock. For long moments she sat frozen above me, the full length of my penis firmly sheathed inside of her delicate young reproductive tract. She looked beautiful as she sat above me, her thighs spread beside my hips and her back arched, her small, firm breasts proudly thrust forward. My sister was no longer a virgin, and it was my fault.

She leaned over, and again, Kim's tongue softly caressed my neck. Looking over her shoulder, I had a brief glimpse of the woman who was grinding herself against my leg, and recognized my favorite cousin, Heather. Older and sweeter than her sister, Sarah, Heather had been my close friend since birth. She was sweet, restrained, and most definitely not someone that would ever take part in a blasphemous rite like this under any circumstances. But here she was nonetheless, and I had no doubt that it was only a matter of time before she replaced the leg she was humping with my hard cock. I had always loved Heather, but had never looked at her sexually before, and my heart ached with the thought of the innocent relationship that might be changed forever if I were to let Heather mount me. Over and over again I assured myself that this was only a dream. But it certainly did not feel like one.

Those thoughts were immediately obscured as Kim finished planting a decadently wet kiss on my neck, then moved her face to mine and she kissed me deeply and passionately on the mouth. I was unable to stop myself from returning the kiss; I needed her as desperately as she needed me. Our tongues writhed together, mimicking the similar union of of our drenched sexual organs. I felt my sister's soft breath against my sweaty skin as she whispered fiercely, "Yesssss! You have made me a woman, now make me the mother of your child!" Her eyes blazed with wild intensity as I looked into the face of my sweet younger sister. Even the knowledge that something had completely transformed my dear little sister with an infusion of unspeakable lust was not sufficient to save me from betrayal by my own body. I cried out in alarm as I erupted yet again in a powerful orgasm, knowing that I had just conceived a child with my own mother, and I was now about to become a father to my own sister's baby. 

As my sister and I continued to cum together, our kisses became animalistic, deep, sloppy, and uncontrolled as her sweet vagina spasmed around my cock, milking me of far more sperm-rich semen than I would normally even be able to produce in a week. For several minutes my body and hers writhed together, struggling to force my ejaculating penis as deep into her receptive depths as possible.

My sister's nubile young body was demanding sperm to fill her fertile young womb and fallopian tubes, and my body was insistent upon claiming the privilege of fertilizing the ripe fruit of my own sister's ovaries. Neither of our bodies were denied the fulfillment of their needs. When we were finally spent, Kim slid herself slowly off of my cock. Semen shot through with streaks of her sacred virginal blood slowly leaked from the no-longer-innocent orifice that in nine months would be giving birth to the natural product of an unnatural union between two siblings. I felt another woman move into position, and I didn't have to look to know that it was my childhood friend and companion, Heather, that was about to forever change a lifetime of happy, innocent memories with an act of incestuous lust. Again I reminded myself that, although I was certain that this was by far the most realistic dream that I had ever experienced, this had to be a dream. None of this was real. It couldn't be. 

My sister slid out of the way, and now I found myself with my mother cuddled against my right side, my sister cuddled against my left side, and someone I couldn't see writhing against my back directly beneath me. The woman beneath me was desperately grinding her drenched vulva against my back in a futile effort to achieve sexual satisfaction. She had been there the whole time, although I had been so distracted that I had hardly noticed her, and her sexual frustration was a palpable thing. Although I could move almost freely once again, it was as though some invisible but irresistible force were physically preventing me from being able to turn my head to see who the girl underneath me was.

Looking to my left, I saw my beautiful sister lying against me, her face glowing with satisfaction and my seed mingled with a hint of her virginal blood drooling from her freshly deflowered pussy. For the first time, I noticed a tattoo on her left hip. It was a small, stylized heart with the words "Love is Forever" written around it in flowing script, and I felt grateful for the confirmation that this wasn't actually happening. I had seen Kim in a swimsuit just a few months ago. She had no tattoos, and surely she would have mentioned it to me if she had gotten one. We had always been close.

I looked down at Heather, seeing her familiar, round, friendly face, her long, straight blonde hair, and her beautiful smile. Her sky-blue eyes regarded me lovingly from behind the familiar prescription glasses that constituted the only thing she was currently wearing. Sweet, quiet, and bookish, with a wicked sense of humor that only reveals itself to those that she knows well, Heather has always been my closest confidant and my favorite family member. I had honestly never thought of her sexually before tonight, and I had never before seen her wearing any less than a conservative, one-piece swimsuit. 




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 01



My gaze traveled down from Heather's familiar, beloved face to her chest. She was pleasantly plump, her pale, chubby body sporting large, fleshy breasts that might have sagged slightly more than those of most girls our age, but on Heather that characteristic only seemed cute and endearing. It was part of someone I had always loved, and I was enticed by the exotic newness of seeing my cousin's breasts. I noted the large, pink, puffy nipples and aureolas that adorned her succulent breasts, and the smooth, soft roundness of her belly. Then my gaze finally dared to travel downwards to her wide, womanly hips, the junction of Heather's smooth white thighs, and the soft, heart-shaped nest of thick, dark-blonde curls that covered her most intimate parts. Her ass was facing away from me, but for the first time in my life I contemplated the healthy, perfectly-shaped roundness of her butt. I had never before seen my cousin as a sexual being, or contemplated the soft fullness of her beautiful womanly curves and ample femininity. Seeing her as I did now, I wondered why I had never noticed her in that way before. Everything about Heather seemed in one sense endearingly and charmingly familiar, but the sultry nakedness of her beautifully rubinesque body so close to mine filled me with excitement and need.

"I've always thought that the two of you would make an adorable couple," my Aunt Cindy breathed to us as she continued to play with herself. Her legs were shaking, and her pretty face was drawn and tight with barely-controlled lust. She was restraining herself from climbing on top of me only for the sake of her daughter. She looked at Heather. "Do it, Sweety," she said to her daughter in an urgent whisper. "Breed with your cousin. You've always wanted him. He's yours now. Please, make beautiful grandchildren for me." Taking my penis in a warm, soft hand that was still wet from rubbing her own sodden vagina, Aunt Cindy placed the head of my cock against her daughter's moist opening.

Heather looked into my eyes as she allowed her aroused, engorged vaginal lips to gently kiss the head of my penis. She moved slowly, as though savoring the moment that she claimed something that she had always wanted. I felt the heat and moisture radiating from my beloved cousin's fertile core as, for the first time, I breached the most intimate part of her body. 

My heart pounded as though it would explode in my chest. Still, my beautiful cousin held her ample hips high, so that only her outer lips were spread by the throbbing flesh of my engorged cock head. Looking down at me, Heather smiled at me lovingly. I couldn't resist returning the smile; the silliness and impossibility of our situation was immediately amusing to us both. We both knew that this couldn't be happening. This was impossible; our mothers would never act like this. It was as though we were both aware that we were sharing an impossibly vivid dream, but we had always cared deeply for one another and were determined to enjoy it while it lasted. Both of us wanted to enjoy the secret embrace that was available to us in this dream where we could have what we wanted with no repercussions or consequences, and no one would ever know. We wouldn't even have to risk confessing our forbidden lust to each other.

My own mother, so recently fertilized from making love to me, reached out with a trembling hand and reverently caressed my cock, running her hand up to stroke Heather's beautiful opening, and then lingering at the place where my cousin and I were joined by only the slightest bit of penetration. Heather gasped quietly as she allowed her body to slide down less than a centimeter, still taking only about half of the head of my cock inside of her. She was so wet that she could have claimed my full length easily with a single motion, but she didn't. Heather loved me and needed the reassurance that I needed her as badly as she needed me, and both of us wanted this moment to last forever. 

As my mother lovingly stroked the genitals of her son and her niece, she looked at me and smiled. "You're ready for this. Now, let your cousin show you how much she has always cared for you."

I smiled at my beloved cousin. "I love you, Heather. Please give yourself to me. This is just a dream, right? It's totally safe."

She kissed me tenderly, still keeping just the tip of my penis inside of her. "I never thought I could have this," she said with a voice choked with emotion. She sounded as though she might cry. "This dream just feels so real. It's hard to believe that I'll wake up tomorrow feeling like I've gotten to make love to you, and you won't know that anything has happened."

She thought that this was her dream? Why would I be dreaming that? "I'll never forget anything about what we're about to do, Heather. I promise. Please, give yourself to me and let me give myself to you."

Heather didn't claim my body as suddenly or forcefully as my mother and sister had. Instead, she lowered herself upon me slowly, as though intent on savoring every minute detail of the experience, feeling herself being penetrated by a beloved friend that she had never thought she could have as a lover. Tenderly, with love and compassion in her eyes, she leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. She still gently held the very tip of my hardness inside of herself, as though she wanted to make the moment that I first penetrated her, the instant that we first gained sexual knowledge of our beloved cousin, last forever. Her fleshy breasts, as soft as clouds, dragged hard nipples across my chest. 

Heather reached her soft white arms around me and embraced me lovingly. Planting a soft, almost chaste kiss upon my lips, she whispered the words, "I have always loved you." Then her eyes closed halfway and she sighed sweetly as she began slowly lowering her pelvis upon me. Heat and moisture encased my rampant member until I was entirely sheathed inside the moist depths of my beloved cousin's fleshy warmth. Her pure, sweet, sexual fluids washed over my cock, bathing it in a steamy, sacred baptism of liquid love. I felt the tip of my penis rub against her cervix as we slowly mated, and contemplated the fact that I was actually touching the entrance to the sacred chamber where the fruit of our love would implant and grow. 

Aunt Cindy, Heather's mother, moved over and took my sister's place lying by our side, one of her hands lovingly caressing the joined bodies of her daughter and her nephew, the other hand moving between her legs in time to the motions that Heather and I were making as though she wished that she could feel what her daughter was experiencing. Aunt Cindy wanted to be as close as she could to her daughter and her nephew as we engaged in this beautiful and sacred, if taboo, act. She wanted to be part of the act that would create new life within her daughter, and make her a grandmother. On our other side, my own mother was gently stroking Heather's body and my own as she rubbed her sopping pussy. She, like her sister, was about to become a grandmother. Even as Heather and I were mating, deep within my mother, one lucky sperm was fertilizing a ripe egg within her own fallopian tubes. The sexual ecstasy of my union with Heather combined with the lifetime of love and friendship that my cousin and I had always shared, and brought us both to unbearable heights of passion and ecstasy. I knew that it was only a short matter of time before our union reached its natural culmination in a white-hot explosion of pure love and sexual energy.

Our shared climax was like a great dam that burst, and both my cousin and I felt ourselves being willingly swept away by the raw power that was unleashed within our bodies. Heather's body and my own felt transported by an impossible pinnacle of rapturous ecstasy; we felt sexual fulfillment with such immense force that it transcended my entire concept of the word "orgasm". Neither of us were aware of anything else. Our eyes were clenched shut, and her mouth opened wide in a gasping, uninhibited cry of unbridled pleasure and joy. Our bodies quivered and shook, and we embraced each other with all of our trembling strength as I poured myself deep into my beloved cousin's fertile depths and her body drank my offering greedily as her vagina clenched powerfully and rhythmically around my swollen cock. Two more arms belonging to my mother and Aunt Cindy were wrapped tightly around us, and both of them cried out with wild, joyous triumph as all four of us experienced earth-shatteringly powerful orgasms, all at the exact same moment. None of our lives could ever be the same again after experiencing something so perfect and beautiful together.

It was almost 7:00 when I awoke in a panic, my head swimming with the heady aftereffects of such a bizarre dream. I was lucky that I had packed for the trip the night before, because in an unprecedented stroke of bad luck both of my alarm clocks had somehow failed me. I was already supposed to be at Steve and Frank's house helping to load gear, and in just a few moments they were likely to be leaving without me. Grabbing my cellphone and tossing the charger into a side pouch of my rucksack, I tried calling Diana's cellphone. 

Diana, or Diane as we sometimes call her, is a close friend of mine, and together she and I are the unofficial leaders of the paranormal research club. We semi-jokingly compare our roles to the positions of a platoon leader and a platoon sergeant, although both of us claimed that we were the NCO and jokingly accused the other of fulfilling the role of a clueless lieutenant. We were, in reality, normally both very competent and reliable individuals. I cursed my luck. Diana's phone was busy, and my call went directly to voice mail. 

I skipped breakfast, hurriedly brushed my teeth, threw my rucksack in my car. While driving, although I knew that it wasn't safe, I tried calling Steve's cellphone, then Frank's. Neither of them answered. I tried Diana's phone again, and it was still busy.

Most policemen will tolerate someone driving up to five miles an hour over the speed limit, and I did so all the way over to Steve and Frank's house. I still didn't manage to get there until 7:30. The paranormal research club, unlike most organizations of the sort, usually left on time and being late often meant being left behind. Especially if you showed up an hour later than you were supposed to, and thirty minutes after the group was scheduled to leave like I was today. Many of the sites we research involve either a limited time period of access to a privately owned site that is often someone's home, or they involve meeting the property's owners at a prearranged time and it's rude and unprofessional for us to be late. Paranormal researchers get enough of a bad rap among the general public that we are very careful not to do anything to appear unprofessional or inconsiderate, especially towards someone that has kindly allowed us access to a reputedly haunted site. And today, with a trip of well over 13 hours ahead of us that would already have us awakening Erin's parents at midnight with our arrival, the club would have certainly wanted to leave on schedule.

I wondered briefly why Diane or someone else hadn't called me like they normally would have, but then I realized that if I had somehow slept through two alarms going off, then I probably would have slept right through my phone ringing as well. How had this happened? I'm usually a very light sleeper. The shame of potentially disappointing my friends burned in my face as I drove. 

I pulled into the gravel driveway, stirring up a cloud of gray dust and startling a large flock of boisterous black birds that had congregated around a crooked old pecan tree in the front lawn. There were only two other cars in the driveway aside from those that belonged to Steve and Frank. The battered white van was still parked in its customary place beneath a gnarled old oak tree, so I knew with some relief that I hadn't missed the trip. I recognized one of the parked cars as Erin's. The other car belonged to Diana. 

Diana was tall, with short black hair and piercing sapphire-blue eyes. She was one of those people that looked a bit chubby at first glance, but she moved with a grace that spoke of natural strength and athleticism that stemmed from a lifetime of martial arts training and other competitive sports. Most of her extra mass was truly muscle, not fat. Her sturdy limbs had earned her a softball scholarship for her first two years of college before she had injured her shoulder in a motorcycle accident and had to stop playing. She was a staff sergeant in a local National Guard military police unit, and had served tours in both Iraq and Afghanistan. As a fellow veteran of those wars, I was one of the few friends that she would discuss them with, but neither of us liked the topic and we usually tried to avoid it unless one or both of us was extremely drunk. Yes, we have both had to shoot and kill people. I'm not trying to be rude or unfriendly, but neither of us wish to discuss it with anyone. 

Twice a week, when she could spare the time, Diana served as an assistant instructor at a local martial arts school that taught traditional aikido, a Japanese martial art that focuses on throwing and joint locks. Despite the fact that she talked less than most girls her age and she spoke with a maturity and an air of authority that marked her as a natural leader, she was friendly, well-liked, and had numerous tasteful but brilliantly executed tattoos that she had drawn herself. I had never gotten to see all of them, which I regarded as very unfortunate. Some of Diana's tattoos were, if I were to believe her playful hints, in some very interesting locations on her body. Like me, Diana didn't like crowds or enjoy socializing much, and I think that the paranormal research club gave her a good social outlet that didn't make her feel too uncomfortable or demand excessive interaction with people that she didn't know well. Even when we weren't ghost hunting, it wasn't unusual for Diana or I to be spending time together. We were always over at each others' house for one reason or another, and we meant the world to each other. But, despite the fact that some people thought we were dating, or thought that we should start dating, our close friendship combined with the fact that both she and I had a tendency towards romantic relationships that ended disastrously had long ago caused us to agree to never risk our friendship by becoming romantically entangled together.

I parked my car, shouldered my rucksack, and jogged across the gravel driveway towards the battered wooden door that served as the side entrance to Steve and Frank's house. On the way, I glanced through the back windows of the van, and noticed that it hadn't yet even been loaded with suitcases or gear. I knocked as I pressed through the battered white-painted wooden door with its loose old doorknob, and I strode into the familiar old farmhouse kitchen which served as our unofficial meeting room and headquarters. On the ancient, cracked, and stained black-and-white tiled floor stood a large old-fashioned kitchen table, made of well-worn oak and suitable for dinner with a huge 19th century farming family. Erin and Diana were sitting at the table quietly sipping coffee. While I was relieved that there would still be time for my morning caffeine kick, I immediately picked up on the aura of disappointment that emanated from the two young ladies.

"Sorry I'm late. Would you believe that neither of my two alarm clocks went off? So, where is everyone?" I asked Erin and Diana as I dropped my rucksack in a corner beside Erin's suitcase and Diana's duffel bag.

Erin stared at her cold coffee in glum silence, and made small clinking sounds as she absently stirred it with a spoon. I hadn't seen her look that sad since her dog had died the previous summer.

Diana smiled tightly as she looked up at me. "Thanks for coming, John, but we're everyone. Steve and Frank tried the new Mexican place over by the park last night, and now they're both sick with food poisoning. Mark woke up this morning with his basement flooded from a broken water pipe. I would have called you earlier, but he was pretty upset and I've been on the phone with him. Apparently a lot of his stuff has been ruined, including most of his books and art supplies, and most of his thesis project has been destroyed. I finally got off the phone with him and I was just about to call you to tell you not to bother coming when we looked out the window and saw your car approaching down the road. Sorry, but I don't think we'll be able to do it this year."

Erin sighed, but didn't respond. She was graduating in a few months, and moving away to take a job back in Vermont. This was likely to be the last chance she would have to coordinate an investigation at her parents' church. She had really been looking forward to this, and she really hated to disappoint her parents. More than once she had talked about how much our willingness to research the old church and document what we found there would mean to her father.

"Hey, how about this: we can put off leaving until tomorrow so we can spend today seeing if we can scrape together anyone to fill the empty slots, then head up there a day late?" I offered. "For now, how about breakfast at that little hole-in-the-wall mom-and-pop place that Erin likes over by Main street? I don't know about you two, but I skipped breakfast this morning."

Diana smiled at me. "That's a great thought, but I don't know if we'll have enough time for a good investigation if we loose a day. Mark has to stick around until his landlord can get a plumber out to his place, and even then he said that he has to re-do most of his thesis project on top of getting everything squared away with his renter's insurance. And based on the noises that I've heard come out of the bathroom this morning, I don't know if Steve and Frank are going to be up to a long car trip for a good long while. Most of the other regular members either have to work or are out of town for Spring Break. You know how much her Dad sounds like he cares about this; I would hate to disappoint him with half-assed work. If Erin's parents are going to pay for us to drive that gas-guzzling behemoth halfway across the country and then take care of us all while we're there, we owe them a good, professional-quality investigation. So, barring a miracle, the trip isn't happening." She looked at Erin. "So, how does some nice artery-clogging breakfast food sound? Come on, it will cheer you up."

Erin smiled at her friends and smiled thinly. "Sure! Let's go."

We took Diana's car over to the restaurant, and sat in our customary booth in the back. Feeling gallant, I offered to pay for the two ladies.

"Hey, John!" cried a familiar voice from across the room.

I looked over to a table by the window, and saw my sister, Kim, sitting with my cousins Heather and Sarah. They had just been served breakfast, and looked like they were all just sitting down to eat. Across the table from them was my mother, Alice. She had met my friends in the club before, and she smiled and waved at us.

While etiquette would normally require that we join them, since they were here first and already had their food, the booth where we were sitting was more than spacious enough to accommodate 7 people if my mother sat at a chair on the end of the table, and the table that my family sat at would barely accommodate the four trays that already crowded it. 

"Hey, y'all! Why don't you come over and join us?" I offered. I felt a bit awkward facing my relatives after such a vivid, realistic dream about them the previous night, but I determined to simply get over it. It was just a dream, right?

"So why aren't you guys halfway to Vermont by now? I thought that you were pretty excited to be doing this." My mother asked the group as she approached us. Maybe it was my imagination, but were my mother and Kim avoiding eye contact with me? Heather looked happier and healthier than normal, and she smiled me with even more than her usual warmth. Sarah, the only one of the four that I hadn't seen in my dream, leered at me like a tiger eying a steak. Kim seemed to be walking in a way that was almost imperceptibly unusual. I quickly put the thought of her loosing her virginity in last night's dream out of my mind.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 01



Erin smiled sadly and answered for the group of us. "It clearly just wasn't meant to be. We're three people short, and that means that we don't have enough people to do a good job investigating my dad's church." 

Kim looked at me, then back to Erin. Kim had occasionally tagged along on our ghost-hunting excursions, and she and Erin had developed a pretty close friendship on their own over the last few years. "I was just over there talking to my Mom and cousins about this awesome trip that John was going to get to go on, and that I didn't get to go because you already had everyone you needed! If I can go, count me in! Not to mention, Heather and Sarah thought it sounded awesome. I could totally throw my stuff in a bag and be ready to go in an hour!" Kim glanced at Heather and Sarah. "If you come, we'll have just as many people as they were originally planning to have, and I can explain everything you need to know about what to do on the way there. Come on! You were both just talking about how you didn't have any major plans for Spring Break, and this is going to be awesome!"

Sarah was short and slender, with a cute pixie-cut that was somewhere between blonde and light brown, tanned skin, and adorable little freckles on her nose and cheeks. Upon hearing Kim's offer, she immediately squealed an excited "Hell yeah!" and then looked at her sister, Heather, expectantly. 

After the dream last night, I saw Heather differently than I previously had. She really was a very pretty woman, and her pale complexion and light blond hair all made her even more beautiful in my eyes. My eyes traveled down, admiring the swells of her large breasts and her wide, feminine hips. I briefly reminisced about how she had looked and felt in my dream from the previous night as I looked admiringly at her face, remembering how it had felt to kiss her, to touch her, and to make love to her. I looked at her and felt my breathing quicken. I could almost feel myself inside of her again. Suddenly, I realized that I was checking out my cousin, and she was looking at me intently. My eyes met hers, and, for a long moment, Heather met my gaze. Then she blushed a deep crimson then shyly averted the sky-blue eyes that peeked out from behind her thick glasses. 

While Heather didn't usually volunteer for this sort of crazy adventure, she was the sort of person that never liked to disappoint anyone. If her sister and cousins needed her for this, then she was going to Vermont. Still, she glanced at my mother before making a decision.

My mother, Alice, smiled sweetly at Heather. "You run on with your sister and cousin. I love you all, but from what John and Kim have been saying this sounds like you're going to have a lot of fun, and, frankly I think it will be nice to have the house to myself for a few days!"

"I love you too, Mom!" Kim said with playfully feigned rejection.

Heather smiled and her sweet round face lit up as she displayed a pretty row of clean, white, evenly spaced teeth. "I'm in." She looked at me, as though looking forward to spending time together, then she looked at my mother, Alice. "Are you sure you won't be lonely until Mom gets back from that business trip to Seattle?"

My mother looked at her with a sweet smile. "I'm sure. It will be nice to get caught up on my writing. As a matter of fact, if you guys come back with some good scary experiences, tell me about them and they might give me some ideas for my next book!" She winked at us, giving the impression that she was joking. But despite being a moderately successful author that would never lack for money due to the success of her first several books, she had been having a hard time producing the same quality of material since my father had died. He had been a healthy 50-year-old man with a body that most men would have envied when they were 20. He had been out running for exercise early in the morning before work when a drunk driver, who had only then been leaving the bar, swerved across the road and struck my father from behind despite the bright yellow reflective vest that Dad always wore when running before it was light. Shortly after the tragedy, we had moved here to be closer to my maternal Aunt Cindy and her daughters. When Aunt Cindy's husband left her, they had moved into our large house with us while the courts got everything settled from the divorce, and then they just stayed on as permanent roommates. I half-jokingly complained that I was surrounded by an unhealthy level of estrogen, but it was still nice to have so much family around.

I briefly considered what it would mean for Kim, Heather, and Sarah to tag along on this investigation. Kim had been on a few of our excursions, but nothing quite like this before. This was definitely not an ideal investigation to take beginners on, both because Erin's family was counting on a professional investigation and because the particulars of what Erin and her family had told us about the site sounded like this was a very active intelligent haunting that might be very frightening even for seasoned investigators, and it might possibly even be dangerous for beginners. Our discussions with Professor Morrison had us very interested in the site, but also a bit frightened of it. We couldn't categorize the haunting except to say that there were most definitely several very active intelligent entities involved, but there were also several very unusual features of this haunting that made it almost impossible to categorize. 

My family sounded excited about coming, and I hated to disappoint them. I told myself that everything would probably be fine if we put each less experienced person with a more experienced person, and it sounded like my family had already made the decision to come with us anyway. To forbid them from coming would probably disappoint everyone here, and hauntings that are physically dangerous to people are rare enough that I could probably get away with taking a chance on a site just this once. After all, Erin and her family were all just fine and they lived there, right?

Sarah got up from the table and walked towards the restroom, still smiling. "Be right back. I'm so excited that we're going to get to go!" She giggled excitedly and did a little dance as she walked to the door into the ladies' room.

"So the three of you can come? Great!" Diana beamed towards Kim. "After we eat, why don't you three go home, pack your bags, and then meet us at Steve and Frank's house as soon as you can get ready! Kim, you know how to get there, right? Good! Be sure to pack sleeping bags, since we'll be camping tonight on the way there. Also, pack warmer clothes than you usually would for this time of year, and a small flashlight or two if you've got one. Preferably something that runs off of double or triple A batteries, and if not then bring lots of extra batteries to make sure you don't run out. If you need sleeping bags, flashlights, or anything else, tell us and we'll bring extras."

The directions we had printed off from the internet said that the trip to the parsonage where Erin's parents' lived, and the haunted church directly beside it, would be about thirteen and a half hours away from our hometown. That said, the internet doesn't have to stop to eat, use the restroom, or refill the constantly draining gas tank. The big van was as comfortable as a large boat on the ocean, gently creaking and rocking as it sped down the interstate. We were getting a late start, so Diana had wisely decided to make the trip over the course of the next two days and get into Erin's parents' place at a reasonable hour tomorrow. That way there would be plenty of time for Erin and her family to give us a tour of the place, point out areas where things frequently happened and tell us what to expect, and we would have time to set up our equipment before it got dark. Erin's father had amused us all with his insistence upon being present for the walk-through. As we headed down the road, Diana at the wheel and Erin in the front passenger seat, Erin explained to Kim, Heather, and Sarah what the rest of us already knew about the old church where her father preached.

"The original structure that stood where my father's church now sits was a Roman Catholic church that was built by the French some time about 1743. Like a lot of churches in the area at that time, it was also one of the sturdier log buildings in town, and it doubled as something like a little fort when the community was threatened. During the French and Indian War, a company of British Rangers attacked the settlement while on their way to raid a larger French trading post to the north. When the French settlers barricaded themselves in the church, the British left a squad of their best riflemen behind to watch the church and ensure that nobody escaped alive to warn the trading post that British troops were coming. For the next two days the British riflemen watched the place like hawks, and their snipers picked off anyone that dared to show themselves. A total of five men and two women are said to have been killed in or near the church by the British. The French couldn't leave the church, so they chose to bury their dead beneath its earthen floor. On the third day, the main body of the British returned through the town laden with scalps and trade goods they had recovered from the trading post. The riflemen rejoined the main body, and they disappeared into the forest as a unit."

"At the end of the French and Indian War, the land was ceded to Great Britain. The small church became Anglican, and it's still Episcopalian to this day. In 1782, the original structure was badly damaged during a skirmish between American patriots and British loyalists. Remembering the fate of the Frenchmen that had died defending the church, the Americans buried the dead Tories beneath what had been the earthen floor of the humble old church, disturbing the bones of several long-dead French settlers in the process. And so the church lay desecrated and in disrepair for over thirty years. In 1813, immediately following the War of 1812, the church was rebuilt out of locally made bricks by a wealthy local gentleman. I suppose, more realistically, it was rebuilt by his slaves. When constructing what is currently the basement of the church, the bones of the Frenchmen and British loyalists were, of necessity, disinterred. Disdain for the British was running high at that time, and the locals refused to have the bones buried in the same churchyard where their friends and family lay. The first pastor of the rebuilt church was afraid that burying the bones outside of the graveyard would result in the graves being desecrated by angry locals, so remembering the charnel houses of old Europe, he consolidated the bones into neat piles in a small room in the back of the basement. He was an elderly veteran of the French and Indian War and the Revolution, and while he apparently approved of his old enemies' bones being artfully arranged behind closed doors as a sufficiently respectful alternative to traditional burial, he adamantly refused to ever go into the basement himself, and he would not even go near the church at night. The pages of his diary that have survived are the first written documents that imply that the church might have been haunted." 

Kim smiled. "So, tell me if I've got this right: we've got lots of people dying suddenly and violently in the prime of their lives, the French wanted to warn their countrymen about the British attack so you have people that died with unfinished business, you've got desecrated graves... wow! Any one of these things can make a place haunted, right? Hey, when John was telling me about this place, he was saying that there was some priest who killed himself in the church protecting buried treasure?"

Erin smiled back at her, but the smile seemed forced, as though it were more of a mask to hide something else than a reflection of real happiness. "There are a lot of stories about that old place, and I've seldom researched any of them that didn't turn out to be based on truth. You see, during the mid 1700s, an Anglican bishop brought a large chest full of valuables from St. Bride's and other churches in London over to decorate the fledgeling churches here in the colonies. His writings seem to indicate that he thought that somehow prettier churches would have a civilizing effect on the unruly, rough-and-ready colonists. Most of what he brought ended up at King's Chapel in Boston, which had been founded during the 1600's. That church is still standing, by the way, but it's Unitarian now. Anyway, when the Revolution began, all property of the crown was considered fair game for confiscation by the United States in order to support their own underfunded war effort, and property of the Anglican church was sometimes regarded as something of a gray area depending on how underfunded the local Patriots were at the moment. But some members of the Anglican clergy viewed the Revolution as treason and refused to support it. The valuables were discreetly smuggled out of Boston shortly after the Boston Massacre, when it became apparent that there would be trouble. Thinking that an inconspicuous hiding place in a more remote location would make the treasure as difficult to find as possible, as well as easier for a small force of British troops to recover without running into massed resistance, the treasure was smuggled into Vermont and is reputed to be hidden somewhere near my father's church. When an American colonel showed up at the church demanding to know the location of the treasure in order to pay his bedraggled, half-starved battalion of American infantrymen, the crazed local priest told him that he would rather go to the Devil than see His Majesty's gold fall into the hands of the Patriots. Then, right in the middle of the church in front of the horrified soldiers, he pulled a horse pistol from beneath his robes and shot himself through the head. The church wasn't used as a religious structure again until after it was rebuilt in 1813. By the end of the war, everyone that had known where the treasure was hidden was dead, and to this day the treasure hasn't been found. There are plenty of written records that my Daddy has photocopied and collected over the years to support everything I've just said."

Heather looked at Sarah and raised an eyebrow as though silently asking what she had gotten herself into. Sarah ignored her sister and smiled excitedly at Erin. "Wow, this place must be crawling with ghosts!"

Erin looked at her with a sad smile touched with an almost invisible hint of brooding terror. "Oh, it is crawling with ghosts. Take my word for it. If more people knew what goes on around there, the congregation would be afraid to show up on Sunday and my poor parents would be besieged by every ghost-hunter wannabe within a thousand miles. You can't do anything to get my father to go into that place after dark, and he's not afraid of anything. Daddy was a Navy Corpsman that got a whole pile of medals for valor while serving with the Marines in Vietnam. That's why a discreet group from out-of-state is perfect for handling this. My father just wants to have someone outside of his own family tell him he's not crazy and give him proof in writing."

Diana drove most of the way to Cleveland, then I took over just before the Interstate began paralleling the southern shore of Lake Erie. I handed the keys to Kim near Buffalo in New York, and then I fell asleep as she drove in the dark. 

I slept fitfully, often awakening as the van moved down the long road. These dreams lacked the vivid, lifelike quality of the dream the night before, and were more in keeping with what one would normally expect from a dream in every way aside from their content and memorability. 

I dreamed that I saw a robed king sipping wine from a heavy silver flagon, and he was surrounded by dancing satyrs that played shrill pan-pipes and beat wildly on drums around him. Wildly gyrating to the music, I saw legions of women dancing nude in the torchlight. Driven by a strange, ecstatic, trance-like madness, they gyrated with a manic enthusiasm that had a vaguely disturbing quality to it which I would be hard pressed to quantify or put to words. The wild drumbeats and the frantic piping were all identical to the music from my dream the night before. This was the tune to which I had mated with my own flesh and blood. Had the dream continued, without a doubt other women would have followed suit. I scanned the female faces before me, each one wild with animal passion. 

The king looked at me and smiled pleasantly. He looked sincerely happy, but something about his gaze sent a chill down my spine. Among the dancers, I recognized my dear friend Diana, her body looking like a tattooed angel, and I took a moment to admire her nude body. Yes, she certainly did have some very nice tattoos in some very interesting places. I was shocked to see Erin's saintly, virginal body exposed to the world as she gyrated merrily among the other women. To my left, I saw my mother, my sister, my cousins, and my aunt dancing, swaying nude in the firelight.

The king, a well-muscled, bearded man with long white hair and flowing reddish-purple robes of shimmering, iridescent silk, approached me. "Forgive me for not introducing myself to you in your dream last night. You seemed... shall I say, occupied? I am Acratophorus, the giver of unmixed wine. Please forgive me for skipping the usual pleasantries and getting right to the point. In just a few minutes, the van you're in is going to hit a pothole in the road and you'll wake up, so we don't have much time." He spoke English with an accent that almost would have passed for a well-educated 21st century American, but layered beneath that accent I thought I detected almost imperceptible hints of British pronunciations and some strange vestiges of another accent that I could not place. He had used the word "van" with the same sort of emphasis that the elderly sometimes use when showcasing their knowledge of contemporary slang terms to younger people. It was as though he felt more pride in his ability to correctly identify the type of modern vehicle I was riding in than he did in his casual prediction that I would soon awaken because it would hit a pothole.

"I need some minor assistance with a small problem that I have, and in return I promise that I will bless you as I have not blessed anyone in centuries. You see, a few years ago, as a very good friend of mine, John Wilmot, the Second Earl of Rochester lay on his deathbed, a priest named Gilbert Burnet took something from him that belonged to me. When Bishop Burnet realized that he lacked the means to physically destroy it, he had it hidden in hopes that it would never be found again. Later, when I was hopeful that another worthy heir would find it, the priests moved the hiding place to yet another remote location. For four hundred years my hopes have been frustrated. And what have I ever wished for anyone other than happiness and freedom?" He gestured expansively and smiled at me. "You have one more test before I give my treasure to you along with all the honor and responsibilities that come with being my high priest. I'm an excellent judge of people, and I dare say that I know more about you than you know about yourself. After last night, I have no doubt that you'll enjoy the nature of this test and you'll meet my expectations with no difficulty at all, but you can't blame me for being too careful. I've been betrayed before, and I want to see how you will act when we raise the stakes a bit. Oh, yes, last night was only a very special and very realistic dream. Your little adventures last night didn't actually make anyone pregnant, although your sister found the experience realistic enough that she checked her hymen to make certain that it was still intact this morning, and she still felt a few aches as she went through today, although that was entirely in her own mind. And if you want to start a family with your cousin Heather, then you will have to take care of that later. I just let you and a few other people share a very special dream in a separate reality that I personally created just for the occasion. For now, I will need you to recover what was stolen from me. Oh, you'll know it when you see it, don't worry about that. I would describe it, but I am very certain that I would hate to ruin the surprise. I have great need for someone that I can trust to have this and put it to its proper use, and after last night I feel confident that you will serve my needs perfectly. I'm certain that this is an arrangement that will benefit us both." He winked at me with conspiratorial mirth, then glanced up at the sky with the air of a man checking his watch. "It was a pleasure speaking to you, but I must let you go. Your vehicle is moving with frightful rapidity, and you are only a few stadia away from the pothole that will awaken you. I shall see you again very soon. I promise." He smiled at me with the kindly pride of an elderly man regarding a grandchild's modest accomplishments in school. "For now, brace yourself. The moment I leave, these ladies will be upon you like the wild Maenads that you have read about in your books on Greek mythology. If you've forgotten what you read there, then please consider this a brief refresher course, minus some of the less pleasant details that I hope you will never need to worry about."




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 01



I briefly wondered how far a "stadia" was, and while I remembered the word "Maenads" from Greek Mythology, I couldn't quite place it. I was about to ask him for some clarification when he turned his back and begin striding away from me and my thoughts left the subject immediately. The women that had been patiently standing nearby fell upon me like a pack of wolves. Their pretty faces were wild, twisted with insane lust. Their claw-like fingers, some carefully manicured with delicately painted nails, were clawing and tearing at my clothes. Their faces were set with savage intent, and I began looking forward to being raped by these women.

We had plans to camp for the night at the Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge in the Finger Lakes region of New York State. Apparently Erin's parents enjoyed birdwatching and had found a nice, out-of-the-way place to camp where we could park the van and get some sleep for the night without anyone bothering us. A large bump awakened me as the van ran over some hidden unevenness in the road. I didn't know how long I had been asleep, but it was pitch dark outside. Outside I saw dark trees framing a purple, starlit sky. Erin directed Kim to turn down a rough road that dead-ended in a grassy clearing surrounded by thick reeds and water. The moonlight was bright enough that we could see without our flashlights.

We made a small campfire. Erin had brought graham crackers, chocolate and marshmallows, and I had packed an earthenware jug of "Apple Pie", a beverage so named because despite its wicked alcohol content it was sweet enough that it tasted like molten homemade apple pie, especially when served warm. You can hardly tell the alcohol is there, which makes this a bit of a dangerous drink for the uninitiated. 

(I make my Apple Pie drink a little differently every time, but I'll share the basic recipe with you. I use a half-gallon of apple cider, about a quart of apple juice, between three and five cinnamon sticks, just enough pumpkin pie spice that you can hardly taste it, and a splash of good vanilla extract that a friend of mine brought back from Mexico. Sweeten it to suit yourself, but I use roughly two cups of white sugar. My uncle, a crazy old bachelor that lives in a wooden shack by himself in the mountains of western North Carolina, prefers to use brown sugar, but I don't. Let it simmer in a slow cooker for a day or two on low, then fish out the cinnamon sticks or the cinnamon will get to overpowering the rest of the drink. Now, let it cool down so that the alcohol doesn't evaporate out after you add it, and if you want you can let it age for another one or two days in the refrigerator. Then decide how potent of a drink you want. I add about a quarter of a bottle of decent rum, about a quarter cup of cheap brandy, and then top it off with about a half-cup of any respectable vodka. My uncle prefers to just dump in half of a bottle of pure, 190-proof grain alcohol or spike it with a canning jar full of his homemade moonshine. Now, I love my uncle and I hate to sound cocky, but my uncle is crazy and you should make this drink my way because my way tastes better. Serve the drink warm, especially during the Fall and Winter. I use a slow-cooker on low, with the lid kept on so that the alcohol will re-condense instead of evaporating out, and we ladle it into coffee-cups. During the wintertime, I also make a homemade mulled wine that I ferment myself, but my family brought the recipe and the original yeast cultures over from Europe many years ago, and I'm not sharing the recipe with anyone.)

I built a small fire from oak twigs, then I loosened the cork in the jug of Apple Pie so that it wouldn't shoot out when the beverage began to heat up and set it down close to the fire. As I did this, Diana used her pocket knife to whittle some sticks into forks for the rest of the crew to use in roasting hot dogs and making s'mores. I knew Diana well enough to know that she would want to re-sharpen her knife after using it, and I also knew her well enough to know that she never packed a whetstone or a ceramic stick. Retrieving them from my rucksack, I wordlessly slipped them into the back pocket of her tight blue jeans. I didn't deliberately try to make any more contact than was necessary to slip her the sharpening supplies, but only a dead man could have failed to appreciate what the small amount of contact I had with her wonderfully firm ass cheek.

"Thanks!" Diana said as she smiled at me brilliantly. She didn't need to be told what I had just put in her back pocket. I had clearly read her mind.

Wedged in between the luggage and plastic storage bins full of the rest of our gear in the back of the van, we had a few folding chairs which the other ladies helped to set up in a ring around the campfire. Soon we were munching our dinner and sipping the hot, sweet apple-flavored beverage from the battered and fire-stained tin cups we used for camping. The faces around the campfire reflected the flickering light, and the memory of the torchlit scenes from my dreams came unbidden to my mind.

Kim walked over to the van, and pulled out a blue plastic storage bin. Diana and I both instantly began to rise to help her. "No, I've got it!" she grunted as she awkwardly lugged the plastic chest over to where Sarah and Heather were sitting. Both of my cousins glanced expectantly at the plastic chest.

Plopping herself down on the ground near the fire, Kim pried the lid off the storage bin and began pulling out items.

"Hey, Kim," Sarah asked. "Did you get a tattoo?"

My heart seemed to stop and a chill ran down my spine as I remembered the tattoo on my sister's left hip from my previous night's dream. I looked over, and as my sister had bent over to open the container her t-shirt had ridden up just enough to reveal the top of a tattoo on her left hip. Her pants covered most of it, but the part I saw looked dreadfully familiar.

Kim smiled at Sarah. "Yep!" And then she erased any further doubt in my mind by pulling the waistband of her jeans aside and showing Sarah her new tattoo, a small stylized heart with the words "Love is Forever" written around it in flowing script. My heart pounded inside of my chest. I didn't know what was going on, but there is no way that I could have known about that tattoo last night when I had seen it in my dream, looking exactly as it now did in real life.

"It just finished healing up," Kim said. "I've been waiting until it was healed up to tell people about it, since people always want to see a new tattoo and before it healed it just looked kind of gross." She reached into the container and pulled out a battered fanny pack made of nearly indestructible fake leather. A stencil on the top of the bag identified it as kit number 3 of the five spare kits of basic ghost-hunting gear that we keep on hand to loan out to people that don't have their own. 

Kim began: "First things first: when you're ghost-hunting, you'll always be with a partner at all times. That way someone else can verify everything you see, and it's also important for safety reasons. Now, most people that do ghost-hunting a lot have their own kit, but you'll be using one of the club's extras. We keep everything together in a fanny pack for easy access." Kim unzipped the main pocket of the fanny pack. "In this pocket, there's a small notepad and two mechanical pencils for taking notes. Record anything unusual you encounter in the notepad as specifically as possible. For example, if you get a sudden temperature change, record the time, the starting temperature, the ending temperature, and the amount of time that elapsed. Whenever you see or hear anything unusual, write down specific times so that we can look for possible causes that aren't supernatural. Too much data is far better than not enough. Some people also use the notepads for automatic writing, but our club doesn't have anyone in it that really does that, and since both of you are just starting out with this I would really discourage trying it for now. For one thing, I don't like the idea of letting just any old spirit out there use my body for any reason, and for another thing it's too easy to get results that you either deliberately or unconsciously influenced."

She held up a narrow, foil-wrapped cylinder. "This is a chemlight. If the batteries in both your primary and alternate flashlights go dead, this will give you enough light to safely find your way out. You might find that batteries sometimes die a lot faster when you're ghost hunting than they usually do under normal circumstances. In this pocket, we've got spare double and triple A batteries. Almost all of our portable equipment runs off of one of those two types, and at least one of the two flashlights that everyone carries should take one of those two types of battery. That way we can all share batteries." She held up a small digital camera. "This is a cheap little digital camera. I'm sure you know how to use it. Whenever something unusual is going on, feel free to start snapping a few photos even if you don't see anything unusual. Sometimes you might luck out and get a picture of something that was in the room with you that you couldn't see. I know that some of the regular members of the team like to carry their fancy infrared cameras, and those usually do work a lot better for catching pictures of paranormal activity, but they're also a lot more expensive. There's a spare memory card in the same pocket as the camera. Don't be afraid to take lots of pictures, and don't hesitate to use the video feature if you think you might catch something interesting. This is a digital voice recorder," she said while holding up the same sort of recorder that some students at school use to record the lectures. "Some people use it as an alternative to the notepad when it's too dark to write things down, but the main thing we have them in the kit for is for use while looking for EVPs, or, oh, what does that stand for?"

Heather looked at Kim and raised an eyebrow. "I don't know how I feel about all of this 'something in the room with me that I didn't see' stuff." 

I answered Kim. "EVP stands for Electronic Voice Phenomenon. You ask questions or talk into an empty room, and sometimes something will answer you. You won't hear anything while you're asking the questions, but when you play back the voice recording you'll hear it. Most of the time it's so garbled that it's hard to tell what it's saying, but on rare occasions you can hear it loud and clear. It's pretty cool when they answer the question, but don't be surprised when say something entirely irrelevant or incoherent. Don't ever try to contact any spirit that you suspect might be evil or demonic using EVP or anything else. If you're getting EVP recordings and start getting a feeling you really don't like, it's usually a good idea to stay calm and in control, stop what you're doing, tell your partner, and leave. There's no point in taking any chance of getting a negative spirit attached to you if you can help it. Oh, and don't ever try to get EVP recordings anywhere but where you're investigating. We don't pretend to understand much about how exactly this works, and most of the people that do think they understand it are too cocky for their own good. But if you look for EVPs in a place that isn't already reputed to be haunted, there's a good chance that spirits that want to communicate with you will move in looking for you, and they'll likely be hard to get rid of. And you don't want that. Some people might disagree with me, but I say to never look for EVPs in your own home under any circumstances."

Kim smiled at me. "Thanks, Egon."

Diane chuckled. "I think the clearest EVP we've ever gotten was a man's voice saying 'it's dark in here'. We were in a private residence, asking if he was the spirit of a man that had killed himself in that room, but apparently he thought that it was more important to make sure that we had noticed that the lights in the room weren't on. If I were personally ever going to go through the trouble of returning from the grave and I finally got a chance to communicate with the living from the other side, I would hope that I would have something better to say than that!"

Several members of the party chuckled. Heather wasn't among them. I smiled at the reference to the EVP, and sipped my warm apple-flavored drink. There was a lot of alcohol in it, and I felt a warm flush in my face. The fire popped loudly. Neither Diana nor I like sudden, loud noises, and we both flinched. But Heather was already trembling slightly, and at the sudden sound she spilled a bit of her drink on her lap. Sarah giggled at her sister, and Heather responded to her with a withering glare.

Kim continued digging through the bag. "Use the walkie-talkie to communicate with the rest of us. We keep them all on channel 3, unless we are getting too much interference. We probably won't have cell phone reception where we'll be going. Turn the walkie-talkies off when anyone around you is looking for EVPs, for obvious reasons. Most people carry their own EMF detector, but you don't really need one. The plastic hiking compass in your bag is also affected by electromagnetic abnormalities, but it doesn't have batteries that can die and, far more importantly for our purposes, it's cheaper. Compasses are one of the oldest pieces of ghost hunting equipment that people still regularly use. If the needle quits pointing north or starts to spin, it generally indicates that something freaky is going on. Or it can mean that you're near metal or something that generates electricity, so don't just chalk up your compass acting up to anything abnormal. Record what your compass did and the time it happened in your notebook. By itself, most people don't consider EMF readings or a compass acting up to be clear evidence of the paranormal, but it can give you a strong indication of where to look for it. Now, this is a digital thermometer that can quantify and assist in documenting sudden temperature changes. Again, a sudden temperature change isn't evidence by itself, but it can help you find evidence by letting you know that something unusual might be going on. Some people say that it gets colder when spirits suck heat out of the air or they can take power from electrical equipment so that they can get the energy to manifest themselves. The little spool of masking tape is for marking locations without damaging surfaces, and the plastic bag with toilet paper and adhesive bandages is there for your comfort. The whistle is in case your radio quits working and you need help immediately, so only blow it in an emergency."

Sarah spoke up. "Are we going to use Ouija boards and stuff like that? I tried one of those at a party once, and it just spelled something that looked like someone had a cat walk across the keyboard of their computer."

Erin answered her from her seat across the fire. "Some people like those, but nobody in our club is much of a fan. I've heard of too many people that have played around with those boards and have had trouble with negative, harmful spirits afterwords. The Ouija boards don't guarantee contact with anything evil or demonic, and choosing not to use one doesn't guarantee that you won't encounter evil or demonic entities. It's a tool like any other, and it's neither inherently good nor evil. But I've known about enough people that have been hurt using it that I'm personally not interested in giving it a try."

Sarah looked at her. "But you are going to go after EVP recordings? What's the difference?"

"There really isn't much of one from the standpoint of, either way, you're trying to contact spirits and you never know with any certainty who or what, if anything, is going to answer you. But Ouija boards can be manipulated by people moving the planchette to what they either deliberately want it to point to, or to what they subconsciously expect it to point to, so the results aren't as objective or empirical as we would like them to be. We try as much as possible to keep the techniques that we use limited to ones that we can't either deliberately or unconsciously manipulate. That's part of why our own club doesn't rely much on psychics or mediums that claim to talk to the dead, although some other clubs find them very useful. You can't usually prove whether the experience is genuine, or whether they believe themselves to be channeling a spirit when in fact it's wishful thinking on their part. We'll listen to psychics or mediums that feel like sharing things with us and we're always respectful of them, but we take what they say with a grain of salt." 

Reaching back into the storage bin, Kim dug out one of our stationary cameras. "Obviously we can't be everywhere at once. This is an infrared video camera that we leave running all night. We're going to have several of these set up in potentially active areas where we won't have people. We used to use motion activated ones, but apparently they aren't always sensitive enough to get triggered by ghosts. A camera can't pick up everything, but it's a lot better than just leaving spots that we can't monitor entirely blind. Also, they are good for detecting animals, people that aren't related to the investigation, or anything else in the area that might help us to account for things that would otherwise be hard to explain. On every investigation, our goal is to go in with the assumption that there is a logical explanation for anything that happens, and we only assign a supernatural cause for things that we cannot find any other possible explanation for. As far as the specifics of what you'll be doing tomorrow night, I'm sure that either John or Diane will give you all of that information after we break up in teams to begin the investigation. Any questions so far?"

Sarah and Heather regarded her soberly. "I don't think so," said Heather quietly. Then she got up and poured herself another cup of warm, alcohol-laden apple drink. Her face looked white, and her hands were trembling.

"Heather, are you sure you want to do this?" Erin asked.

"Yeah, it's not too late for you to sit out the investigation if you're not comfortable doing it," Diana offered. Prior to the last minute personnel shortage that we experienced, Diana and I had agreed that this would be an excursion that only experienced members of the club would be coming on. Partly, that was because we wanted to do the most professional job for Erin's parents that we could. Partly, our decision was because this was not going to be an easy haunting. If half of what Erin and her family said about the old church was true, this was going to be one hell of a wild ride.

There are two major types of hauntings, depending on how you classify such things. Residual hauntings are by far the most common. You could compare them to watching an old recording of something that has happened in the past. They're usually more-or-less predictable, and you may encounter sights, sounds, smells, feelings, or other phenomena that don't have any rational explanation. Even so, residual hauntings are typically absolutely harmless. Whatever is happening there, it doesn't involve any sort of spirit that knows you're there or is interested in interacting with you for good or ill. They're usually good hauntings to use for training beginners.

Intelligent hauntings are different from residual ones. With intelligent hauntings, the spirit knows you're there and may be interested in interacting or sometimes even communicating with you. These are the hauntings that most people think of when they're thinking about ghosts. They can interact with objects, open and close doors, and they can also interact with people. Sometimes these hauntings are playful and harmless, and at other times they can be horrifying or even downright physically dangerous. There are some types of intelligent hauntings, such as demonic activity, that beginners should definitely not ever be involved with investigating. We didn't know for certain what we were getting into here. There were definitely going to be multiple spirits involved, and categorizing a haunting like this one is well-neigh impossible. The persistent fear that the haunting had seemed to inspire for over two centuries now was not a good sign at all. My sister was probably experienced enough to hold her own, especially if there was someone more experienced than herself paired with her. I began to feel guilty for allowing my cousins to come with us and not speaking up in the restaurant this morning. Heather might get herself into trouble by panicking. Sarah could get herself into trouble by failing to take things seriously enough.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 02



Many thanks to my editor, Sully 2818. Also, this story owes a great deal to my beautiful and beloved wife. :-)

This is purely a work of erotic fiction. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved. 

*** CHAPTER 02 *** 

I awoke the next morning with the dim light of sunrise just beginning to cast long shadows across the top of the tent. Sarah had fallen asleep with her head on my shoulder and a slender arm across my chest. She looked angelic and adorable sleeping there. The warmth and softness of my cousin's body against mine and the gentle sound of her breathing lulled me back into a state of half-sleep. I took a deep breath, savoring the subtle, comforting scent of the woman in my arms. It felt good lying there with her, but it was much warmer this morning than it had been the previous night, and it was soon too hot for me to continue lying in the sleeping bag with her. Disturbing her as little as I could, I slipped out of the sleeping bag. Sarah stirred a little, and I couldn't resist giving her a light kiss on her lips. She smiled sweetly without opening her eyes. As I slipped my shoes on, I heard a van door and recognized the voices of my friends and family that had slept there.

As much frost as I was certain that I had seen inside the tent the night before, I expected that there would be a great deal of moisture inside of the tent that we would have to allow to dry out before we stored the tent for any length of time. Looking around, however, I didn't notice any dampness on the inside of the tent's walls. There might be dew on the outside of the tent, but the inside looked like it was ready to pack back into the plastic container we kept it in until the next time we needed it. 

Someone was walking rapidly towards the tent. Looking towards the door that my sister had left partially open when she had vacated the tent last night, I saw Diana's smiling face looking in at us. "Rise and shine!" Her cheerful voice filled the tent. "We've got coffee going on the campfire, and Erin and I are making bacon, eggs, and pancakes for everyone!"

Sarah yawned and stretched, and we both looked at Diana's intrusion with good-natured humor. 

"We'll be out in a second," I said as my friend disappeared towards the campfire.

Sarah lay in the sleeping bag, not quite ready to get up just yet. I was fully dressed, and if my help wasn't needed with breakfast then there was no rush for me to leave the tent. I sat down beside my cousin. "So how did you sleep last night, Sarah? Are you still OK with what happened?" I asked her.

Sarah reached out and took my hand in hers. She spoke in a soft whisper that the other people outside of the tent wouldn't hear. "I slept great. And the next time that you and I are alone somewhere where we can have a reasonable degree of privacy again, I'll be happy to show you just exactly how OK I really am with everything that happened last night. So are you OK? No weird morning-after regrets about fucking your own cousin?"

"My only morning-after regret is that there's not enough time or privacy right now for an encore." I whispered back. Sarah smiled wickedly as she began unzipping her sleeping bag.

"Hey, John!" came Kim's voice from the direction of the van. "Give Sarah some privacy so that she can get dressed, or she'll be using you as an excuse to stay in that sleeping bag all day!"

Sarah chuckled and replied loud enough for everyone to hear her. "Yeah, John. Get out of the tent so that I can get dressed without you seeing me naked!"

I looked over at her. She wasn't wearing panties under her t-shirt, and she grinned wickedly as she flashed her pussy at me. I began to move towards her, but she quickly closed her legs. She cackled quietly as she gestured me away with a shooing motion. I began making my way over to the door of the tent as she dug through her suitcase choosing what to wear that day. I couldn't resist one last look back at the delicious curves of her bare backside as she bent over the suitcase, and I pondered my good fortune in having a cousin like Sarah.

Breakfast has always been my favorite meal while camping, and that morning was no exception. Diana is probably the best campfire cook that I have ever known, and breakfast was phenomenal. I sat beside Diana, and we discussed our plans for the night as she playfully rolled her bacon and eggs up in a pancake and ate her creation like a burrito. 

We had about seven hours of driving ahead of us, so we could easily leave at 9:00 and be at Erin's parent's place at 4:30 at the latest. That would give us time to unpack, get settled in, and get briefed on the site. Assuming that we spent an hour at dinner, two hours on the walk-through, and an hour setting up, we would be ready to start the investigation well before sunset at 8:00.

I tossed my paper plate and napkin onto the fire. Heather and Erin had already finished eating and started on the dishes, which consisted of our well-used cast-iron pans, our battered tin camping cups, and the silverware. I thanked Erin when she offered to take my dishes, then busied myself with helping to disassemble and stow the tent, folding up the camping chairs, and loading everything in the back of the van.

I had just finished using water from my canteen to brush my teeth when Heather approached me, looking nervous. "John, could you take a quick walk with me?"

The poor girl looked scared to death, and I wondered if she was backing out of the investigation. "Sure, Heather. I'll be right with you." I returned my canteen and toothbrush to my rucksack, then returned to Heather. "It's going to have to be a short walk. Everyone else looks like they're almost ready to leave. Now, before we go, you know that nobody's going to think any less of you if you want to back out of taking part in the investigation, right?"

"A short walk is fine," Heather said. Something was definitely unusual in the way she was acting. Her voice sounded out-of-breath, and her cheeks were flushed. "And I'm not backing out of the investigation. I just have something I need to talk to you about. Now, if you don't mind."

"Are you OK, Heather?" I asked in genuine concern. "Is this about the..."

"I promise, I really am fine. I just need to talk to you," Heather's voice was pleading. "Let's walk."

"Hey, Diane, Heather and I are going to be gone for a few minutes," I shouted at Diana even as Heather was leading me away. Diana responded with a wave in my direction. She was busy ensuring that the campfire was entirely out. I felt guilty about leaving when there was still work to be done getting ready to leave, but Heather clearly needed me.

Joining Heather, I let her lead me down the road. She was power-walking much more quickly than her usual unhurried pace, and I had to start out in a light jog for a few seconds in order to catch up with her as she headed down the reed-lined gravel road. After about a hundred meters, the road we were on met a larger paved road at a T-intersection. Heather still hadn't said anything, and I began worrying. I briefly remembered Sarah hearing someone outside of the tent the previous night, and my heart was pounding in my chest. Did Heather know what her sister and I had done together last night? How would she be likely to react if she did, and what would those actions mean for me and Sarah?

After we crossed the paved road, Heather surprised me by keeping on moving straight into the woods on the other side of the road. She isn't in the best of shape, and she was breathing heavily. I followed her into the woods, our feet making crunching, shuffling sounds in the fragrant brown leaves of the forest floor. She looked around. Seeing a large fallen log, she led me over to it. Taking a seat, she patted the log beside herself and gestured for me to join her.

"John," she asked, "When you saw your sister's tattoo last night, you looked like you might have already seen it. Had you seen her tattoo before then?" Heather was breathing hard, perhaps from exertion, perhaps from something else.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. She wasn't talking about me and her sister. Still, it was an unusual question to lead someone into such a private area just to ask them, and the nervousness that showed in her voice as she asked it was even stranger. I thought briefly about how to answer her. Did my dream count? "Well, I suppose, sort of." 

Heather nodded. My evasive reply appeared to satisfy her. "Yes, I suppose that I had sort of seen it before then, too." Her voice was hushed, pensive, and nervous. She reached out with a warm hand that was trembling slightly, and took my own hand into hers. Pulling my hand to herself, she held it gently in her lap. Nothing too bold. Nothing that either of us could say was outside of the boundaries of normal behavior between cousins and old, close friends. Still, it wasn't quite normal for us. "You know what's kind of funny, John? Both of us had seen that tattoo before somewhere. But when I asked Kim if she had shown it to anyone before last night, she said no. Not even you."

As we held hands, Heather turned her head and looked at me. Her piercing blue eyes met mine for a long moment. I could tell that she was thinking very carefully about how to word her next question. I met her gaze, and she looked away from me, unable to look me in the eyes. "John, did you and I... spend any special time together the night before last?"

The only time we had even seen each other at all the night before last would have been in our dream. Heather had to be referring to that, but the notion still seemed impossible. My breathing became heavier at the memory of our incestuous union as I nodded, but I worded my reply carefully. "Yes, we did. And as I promised you at the time, I will never forget it." Again, my words would only make sense if we had both somehow, impossibly, remembered sharing the same dream. My heart pounded in my chest as I remembered what her body had felt like during our forbidden lovemaking, and I could almost taste my cousin's kisses again as I remembered what it had been like to be inside of her. But still, the careful wording of my answer meant that, if necessary, I could still save myself from embarrassment by pretending that I was talking about something else entirely.

Immediately after I answered her, I knew that my fears that she and I were discussing two entirely different things were in vain. Her hand tightened around mine, and we looked at each other for a long moment. She was breathing so deeply that I was afraid that she would hyperventilate, her shoulders heaving with every breath and the perfect, pale skin of her cheeks flushed a deep mottled crimson. She looked me in the eyes, meeting and holding my gaze. She was smiling and laughing nervously, but a few tears rolled down her soft round cheeks. She was completely overcome with emotion.

"I'll never forget it, either." Heather's voice was quiet, choking on the power of the feelings that seemed to swell in her pounding heart. We stared at each other for a long minute, her hot hands clenching my own tight in her lap. "I'll never forget anything about it, and I'll never regret sharing that with you whether you're my own cousin or not." She chuckled nervously as she acknowledged the taboo nature of what we had done together.

"I love you, Heather." I whispered quietly. I had spoken those words to her a million times before, but this time they meant something entirely different. My heart was pounding in my chest as, for the first time in our waking lives, my cousin and and I moved to kiss each other in a manner that was more than an expression of innocent familial affection.

Our lips met for the first time in our waking life. Her sweet, round, familiar face was pressed hard against my own, our lips and mouths silently communicating a life's worth of pent-up love between us. We were blissfully drowning in an ocean that washed over us in sweet waves of tender passion. I tasted her sweet mint-flavored toothpaste as her tongue and mine hesitantly met. Both of us were nervous to be sharing the forbidden, incestuous kiss with our favorite cousin and childhood friend. Both of us knew that nothing would ever be the same between us again, and I doubted that either of us could believe that this was really happening. As we held each other close, our kisses soon gained in both confidence and passion. Soon, our lips sealed together in steamy bliss as we rejoiced in our shared love, kissing like a bride and her groom beneath a chapel of tall trees. Our breath soon had her glasses frosted with fog, and she giggled as she pulled them off and stuck them through the waistband of her pants as I leaned her back to rest on the log. My cousin and I held each other close, our tongues intertwining wetly, our arms stroking each others' backs, our lips moving sweetly together as we kissed one another as lovers. Golden sunlight shone down through the leaves, and somewhere nearby a songbird was cheerfully serenading the two new lovers. Moving my lips, I kissed her chin, her cheek, and moved my lips to her neck.

Moving my lips from her mouth, I kissed the side of her neck and she let out a sweet, quiet gasp. I continued planting light, fluttering kisses upon her neck as her body pressed against my own. She moved her legs to place one on each side of the tree trunk that we lay upon and pulled me on top of her between her now spread legs. I lay between her legs, supporting as much of my weight as I could on the log behind her and savoring the feeling of my favorite cousin's pelvis grinding against me as I continued kissing her neck. As our crotches pressed together, I could feel the line of her zipper rubbing against me through my pants, and the thought of what lay beneath her clothing had my penis as hard as forged steel. She inhaled audibly as she felt one of the hands that held her slide beneath her sweater and t-shirt to feel the soft, warm skin of her back beneath her clothing. The contact between my calloused hand and the soft skin of her back excited both of us even further, and our minds were clouded by a fog of passion as we continued rejoicing in our shared love beneath the leafy canopy of the beautiful old forest.

Her blue-jean covered pelvis ground hard against me as my beloved cousin's familiar voice poured out in a feverish whispered rush. "Sweetheart, tell me what we did together two nights ago! Please, tell me! I need to hear you say it!"

"We made love, Heather. And it was the sweeter than I ever thought that lovemaking could be." She uttered a high-pitched, inarticulate cry of joy at my words, pressing her mouth hard against mine in a sloppy, scalding-hot kiss that a week ago I never could have imagined we would have shared. "I have always loved you, Heather," I whispered after long minutes of delighting in the blissful kiss, "and that night, you showed me exactly how much you have always loved me." The erotic memories of making love to my sweet, innocent cousin had my cock straining at the crotch of my pants as though it might tear through them. I knew that even through our pants she could feel my hardness pressing against her sex as our bodies continued to grind together through our clothes. If only that clothing weren't there!

Heather's breathing came in ragged gasps. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Ohmygod!" she was whispering. My sweet, pretty cousin was so excited by our circumstances that I could sense that, even through our clothing, the contact between our genitals was about to bring her to orgasm. Her arms tightened around me with more strength than I thought that she possessed, and her pretty round face scrunched up as she let out an inarticulate gasp. Heather's hips thrust up at me and then froze, her body trembling. She pressed her mouth hard into the shoulder of my jacket to muffle her gasping scream of joy and pleasure as her arms clenched tightly around me. 

For long minutes, Heather held me close in trembling arms as her deep, ragged breathing slowly began to return to something that sounded more normal. "Yes, Sweetheart, we made love to each other. Oh, God, you really were inside of me! I got to feel you leave part of yourself inside of me to combine with my essence and create something beautiful together. I got to feel what it was like to have you make me the mother of your child! I felt myself claim you as the father of my own child. I have never loved anyone more than you, cousin."

We kissed again. I wanted to add something to what she had just said and let her know just how special the experience had been to me, but I was too overcome with emotion to speak. For a long minute, we held each other in silence, savoring the feeling of each other's body against us. My hand was still against her bare back inside of her shirt and sweater, my hand near the clasp of her bra. I could almost feel her heart beat against my chest as our soft breaths washed over one another's face. Heather and I were each breathing in the comforting, familiar scent of our beloved cousin, and we were cherishing it even more than we ever had before.

Heather whispered to me, her words coming out in a rapid-fire torrent of speech as though she had either bottled them up inside of herself for far too long, or as though she was afraid that she would loose her nerve and never speak them at all if she didn't do it at this very moment. "Sarah was right. I have always been in love with you for as long as I can remember! Even when we were small children, I remember how sad I felt when Mom told me I couldn't ever marry you because we're related, and I have always believed that I could never have you. But two nights ago, I got to taste your kisses and hold your body against mine with nothing between us. I felt every detail of making love to you. I got to feel what it was like to share an orgasm with someone that I have always loved more than life itsself, and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced! I woke up, and could almost still feel your body inside of me. Then, last night, I got up to go to the bathroom and I walked past the tent. I watched and listened as you had sex with Sarah, and I knew for certain that you have no qualms about real-life sex with a flesh and blood relative." 

Heather pulled my face to hers, planting a wet, sultry kiss on my lips. "Even inside the sleeping bag, even in the darkness, I knew exactly what the two of you were doing. I watched you give her what I have always wanted, and I'm not ashamed to tell you that I stood there and masturbated outside of the tent as I watched you. I knew that what you were doing with her was going to become a reality between us soon as well, cousin. Very soon. We would make love right now if they weren't waiting for us back at the van." Heather's hot lips brushed my own, teasingly. She kissed my neck, and I gasped. "If they weren't waiting for us, you could have me right here on this log. Maybe in the position we're in right now, or maybe I would be bent over the log with you taking me from behind. Maybe I would be straddling you as you lay in the leaves. Most likely, I think we would try a couple of positions until we found one that we decided was our favorite," my childhood friend whispered quietly in my ear, as though afraid that the magic of this moment was so delicate that even a loud word could shatter it. My head swam, and my mind was filled with remembered images of her sweet, nude body and my throbbing cock disappearing into the soft curls between her legs.

Heather's voice was a barely audible whisper, her breath hot against my ear. "I heard you tell Sarah last night that you didn't have a condom. Neither do I. And I'm not on the pill. As a matter of fact, I'm super-fertile right now. I felt myself ovulate last night. I'm pretty sure that even if the head of your penis so much as brushed against my vagina, if even a drop of your pre-cum got inside of me, I might get pregnant just from that. But if we had the time right now," Heather held me close, her voice quiet and strained with nervous emotion, "none of that would stop us! I felt you get me pregnant two nights ago, and it was the most amazing thing I've ever felt! Cousin, I would make love to you until you came inside of me just like you did in the dream we had. We have always loved each other, cousin. We could always be together! We could live together like a husband and wife and raise our children together. But soon, no matter what else is going on, we're going to become more than the closest of friends and more than the most beloved of relatives." She kissed me again, her hot, sweet, breath washing my face with the scent of campfire smoke and minty toothpaste. "We've always been inseparably close, but we're going to add a completely new element to our love, and we will become even closer. We're going to feel what we shared together two nights ago again and again. And we are going to love each other for the rest of our lives."




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 02



We were both trembling. I couldn't believe that I had just heard those words come out of her mouth. Sweet, innocent, responsible Heather, who didn't like to go to parties and who had just gotten into graduate school with a 3.9 overall GPA, was willing risk everything for unprotected, forbidden, incestuous sex with her own cousin. She looked at me with wide, frightened, doe-like eyes, as though afraid of being rebuked or laughed at. Instead, I pulled her closer to me.

"I love you, Heather. And soon we will make love. I promise. But can we use some sort of protection? I'm not sure that our mothers will be as happy to have us make grandchildren for them right now as they seemed about the idea in our dream." I chuckled lightly.

She flashed her brilliant old familiar smile that I have seen a million times before and always loved. "Sure we can use protection. But you had best get some soon if you want us to use it. I've always been in love with you, but I thought that because I was your cousin you wouldn't have me. I've waited my whole life for this, and I don't want to wait another minute if I don't have to."

I could see in her eyes that she had told the truth. She would have let me make love to her then and there, without protection and while her body was at its most fertile. I knew that everyone else was waiting for us back at the van and would soon be wondering where we were, and I knew that if I made love to my sweet, beloved cousin there would almost certainly be serious, life-altering consequences for it. But I remembered what it had been like to make love to her two nights earlier. I remembered her beautiful, soft, chubby body as she gave herself to me, and I wanted nothing in the world more than to have sex with her then and there, to plant my seed deep inside of her and make her my own forever. I pulled her closer to me, savoring the feeling of the woman I loved in her arms. After a lifetime of seeing each other almost every day and sharing a million innocent and happy memories together, suddenly getting just a few more minutes alone with my cousin seemed like the promise of heaven. But I couldn't let myself get her pregnant. She would let me, but I couldn't do that to her. We had to go back to the van now, while we still had the willpower to stop this.

"I love you, Heather," I breathed quietly into her ear. I couldn't resist kissing her soft lips again. I doubt that I could ever get tired of kissing her lips. "But everyone else is waiting on us."

"OK," she whispered. But we still clung to each other, neither of us moving. Again, we moved to kiss one another on the lips. In soft, slow, sultry movements our moist lips moved together. My cock was straining hard against my pants as Heather's tongue and mine slowly caressed each other, and her hand reached down and gently stroked my hardness through my pants. I raised my hips to avoid crushing her hand between us as I gasped into her mouth, and she increased the pressure of her hand against my manhood. Then I felt her fingers on the zipper of my pants as we kissed even more passionately, our saliva being freely shared as our tongues writhed together. I heard and felt my zipper being slid open, the cool air greeting the hot flesh of my cock. Then, I felt my cousin's soft fingers gently reach inside my pants to caress the skin of my penis. 

Our kisses became sloppy and animalistic as Heather freed my cock from my pants and ran her soft hand along its length. I didn't care if it was wrong. I didn't care if it was incest. I didn't care that people were probably waiting on us, and I didn't care that neither Heather nor I had any protection available to us and we weren't in a position to raise children together at this point in our lives. The thought of pulling out of her once we began to make love was unthinkable. All that mattered at that very moment was our all-consuming need to consummate our love, to feel myself bathed by the sexual fluids of my beautiful cousin as we expressed our desire and passion for one another in the most natural way we could. 

As my beloved cousin stroked my naked cock in her warm, soft hand, I had two choices. I could end this now and protect both of our futures, or I could reach for the button of her pants. Once her pants were unfastened, I had no doubt what she and I would do together, and my heart leapt into my throat as I imagined what that would be. My hand seemed to move of its own volition towards her waist, and I felt the crotch of her jeans beneath my trembling fingers as she sighed sweetly into my mouth. Even through the thick denim, I could feel the heat and humidity rise from her excited sex as my fingers fumbled with the button at the top of her jeans. Those jeans were separating my cousin and I from what we wanted most in this world at that moment, and she raised her hips to give me easier access to the button and zipper that held them on her. 

I had never wanted anything more in my entire life than to make passionate love to Heather then and there, consequences be damned. And if we had a child as a result, then we would love that baby and raise it as any couple would. But I couldn't stand the thought of her promising future going out the window. I loved her far too much.

After I broke our long kiss, I looked deep into her pleading, sparkling blue eyes. "We need to go back to the van, Heather," I said breathlessly.

"All right," she replied. Her voice was quiet as I sat up and tucked my manhood back into my pants As I looked into her sad eyes, I could almost see reflections of what we both wished could have happened between us there in that beautiful forest.

We held hands for a bit while walking back to the road.

"I'm glad that we did that, John. I've been wanting some time alone with you for the last two days, and I feel better now that you feel the same way towards me that I feel towards you. I was afraid that things between us were literally just a dream on my part."

"I'm glad, too, Heather." We smiled at each other, and squeezed each other's hand.

"You know that things are never going to be the same between us," Heather whispered. "But I hope that you know that, no matter what happens, I'll always love you more than anyone in the world."

"I'll always love you, too, cuz." I said with a grin.

Heather and I arrived back at the campsite just as everyone was finishing up a walk-through of the area to ensure that we hadn't left any belongings or garbage behind. Satisfied that we had left our campsite the way we had found it, we hit the road.

We still had several hours of driving ahead of us. I sat in the van in the back, between Diane and Heather. As the van made its way down the road, it gently rocked back and forth. Erin was driving, and from the front of the van some quiet Christian instrumental music was playing. We had scarcely driven for an hour when Heather lay her head on my shoulder and drifted into sleep. Her soft, warm body against mine and the soothing sound of her gentle breathing soon had me nodding gently in my seat. Diane glanced over at Heather and I with drowsy, heavy-lidded eyes. Without saying a word, she rested her head upon my other shoulder. Why were we so tired? Didn't we get enough sleep last night? And those were the last thoughts I had before I drifted into blissful unconsciousness.

I found myself with Diane and Heather in the familiar clearing, but now it was daytime outside. Brilliant yellow beams of sunlight filtered down through the green needles of the fragrant pine trees and danced upon the soft carpet of verdant grass. At the edge of the clearing, the massive trunks of pines the size of California redwoods towered up to the sky. Among the trees I saw tendrils of wild grape vines and ivy. The woods seemed full of a dense fog. Diane ventured towards the forest and stepped into the greenish-gray mist.

"Are we where I think we are?" Heather asked me with nervous excitement.

"I believe so!" I replied with a wicked grin.

Heather's soft blue eyes met mine as her mouth curled into a wicked smile. 'We're dreaming again, so you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant," she whispered quietly enough that Diana wouldn't hear her. "at least not in real life. Here, I'm probably already carrying your child!" She smiled giddily. "And, now, nobody is waiting for us." Looking around and seeing Diane's back disappear into the woods, Heather kissed me.

"Holy shit, this is the thickest fog I've ever seen!" Diane's voice came from the fog.

"I would not go much further, if I were you," came a deep baritone voice from nearby. "Diana, would you mind if I led you back to your friends?" I turned and saw the muscular, white-bearded form of Acratophorus gently leading Diana out of the woods by her hand. "In this world, you really can fall off of the edge of the planet into oblivion. Oh, don't look so alarmed. You're native to a different reality, and would simply awaken back in the van if that happened."

"Who are you, and where is this place?" Diana asked him.

"Forgive me," the god said with a dramatic bow to the ladies. "My name is Acratophorus, the Giver of Unmixed wine. You might have heard me referred to as Dionysus? Bacchus? Yes, I can see that you've heard those names before. Regardless of what you call me, I'm the god of wine and revelry. Never mind. I'm a god that hardly anyone worships anymore, despite the fact that your culture would be well-suited for it. There are mortal musicians that have been dead for several generations and still have more followers than I do, and there are far more people that have heard of the latest celebrity gossip in your world than have heard of me." He said the words with a merry twinkle in his eye and a good-natured chuckle at his own self-deprecation. "It's nice to meet you, Heather. Anyone beloved of my friend John is dear to me as well. And it's a pleasure to meet John's other best friend as well, Diana. That's a lovely name, by the way. That's what the Romans called one of my half-sisters. She always preferred being called Artemis, but I think that Diana sounds much prettier."

"And this place? You should ask the local deity that I put in charge here what he wants to call it." Acratophorus gestured towards me. "I made this little reality just for John, and here he has powers second only to mine, which effectively makes him the ruling god of this world since I have no intention of doing much with it. He can will things into and out of existence and do whatever he likes here, in exchange for a few tiny favors that I need him to do for me some time soon. This place is his, and the reason it's so small is because he hasn't yet had the opportunity to add on to it. As the god of this world, he can construct it in whatever manner pleases him. In just a moment, I'll leave you all alone to go explore... anything here that needs exploring, I suppose. But first, may I please talk to John in private for a moment? Here, John, follow me into the woods, but first I would like for you to think of a bench beside the ladies here. Any kind of bench. Get a picture in your mind of what you want. Yes, what you're visualizing will work wonderfully. Don't look so surprised that I can see what you're thinking, I'm a god! You know that. Now, just will the bench to exist."

Diana and Heather looked on in amazement as the silhouette of the bench that I had been visualizing appeared on the ground near them like shimmering, sparkling liquid gold. I gasped along with Diana and Heather as the ornately carved marble bench I had been visualizing appeared precisely where I had imagined it!

"Good, God, John! How the fuck did you do that?" Diana exclaimed gleefully.

I was just as surprised as the ladies and I looked behind myself and shrugged to my friend as Acratophorus took me by the elbow and led me off into the mist of the woods. We wandered through the ancient pine trees as the swirling gray-green mist closed thicker around us. Soon I could hardly see anything more than a foot away from myself.

"Yes, this should be far enough." Acratophorus stopped. Here, half-obscured by the mysterious fog, the ancient god regarded me gravely as he appeared to mysteriously float in nothingness. It reminded me of the primeval chaos of some ancient pagan creation story. "John, may I borrow your pocketknife for a moment?"

I gave him a questioning look, but seeing that no explanation appeared to be forthcoming I whipped out the large folding lock-blade that I had carried since I had been in the Army, and I flicked the long, meticulously-honed blade open as I handed it to him. He took it from me and held it in both hands for a long moment, looking intently at the blade and murmuring quietly in some strange foreign tongue. He most certainly wasn't speaking in English, and I doubted that he was even speaking in ancient Greek. For a moment the blade glowed a bright, yellowish white that seemed to radiate a rainbow-like aura through the mist around it like sunlight shining thorough a prism. As I watched in surprise and confusion, my knife gradually returned to its original appearance. 

Acratophorus tested the edge with his thumb. "You certainly do like to keep a blade sharp. I haven't held a knife with an edge like this in quite some time." I smiled at the compliment. "Be careful with this thing," he admonished as he deftly flipped it into the air and caught it by the flat of the blade, handing it back to me. "Consider this the first of several treasures that I'll bless you with. Among other things, the blade can't break or get dull, here or anywhere else. You'll find that your knife now has other magical properties as well, but I'm afraid that I can't tell you about them at this point without the risk of causing both of us a great deal of trouble. I wish that I could tell you more, but I hope that you will come to understand everything soon. I can tell you to take good care of this knife and keep it close to you, because you're going to be doing a lot of good with it very soon. In particular, I can think of a few souls that have been suffering in darkness for a long time that are counting on you to help them, and your friends will need you as well."

The muscular old god looked at me grimly as he clapped me on the shoulder. His manner reminded me of some of my old Army buddies before dangerous missions. Some of them had clapped me on the shoulder just like the ancient god just did before we loaded into our vehicles and headed out. And some of those brave young men were now resting in military cemeteries. Taking me by the shoulder, Acratophorus led me back from the misty forest and into the sunlit clearing.

"I wish that I could stay and chat for a bit longer, because there's a lot that I do need to tell you and soon, but I am desperately needed elsewhere if my plans are to succeed. After centuries of boredom, I've suddenly found myself without a moment to spare. Well, I'll leave you, your friend, and your cousin in peace. Take all the time you want. Erin won't stop to refuel the van for another three hours, and the rest of your friends will be content to allow you and the ladies to sleep." 

Diane and Heather both looked at Acratophorus as though they were about to ask him questions or say something when he began fading from sight. With a smile like the Cheshire Cat, Acratophorus disappeared into nothingness.

My friends looked at where the ancient god had stood and gaped at the empty space where he had stood only seconds before.

After a long moment of silence, Diane spoke rapidly to me in her excitement. "So, that guy is some ancient Greek god, and he gave you the powers of a god as well? What the fuck, buddy? You became a god in an alternate reality and didn't think that this was something that you should mention to your best friend? I shouldn't have to save up my beer money when you should be able to turn water into wine, right?" She chuckled gleefully. "So you just created this bench by willing it into existence, and that guy says that you can actually build an entire world just like that?"

"Well, Diane, how do you propose that I should have started a conversation with you on the whole 'I'm a god in another world but here it's all I can do to keep my car running' thing?"

Diane and Heather both laughed. "You know that I'm just messing with you, buddy!" Diane said.

"I suppose that I did make the bench there," I said thoughtfully, "but I've never willed a world into existence before. I would kind of like to put some thought into exactly what I would like to add on to this place before I do too much," I replied.

"As far a what to create, maybe a pretty little woodland stream with a cozy little cabin beside it?" Heather suggested. "Kind of like that painting that I've got hanging up in my room? Please? Think of it as a gift to me, and practice for whatever you feel like adding on later. And I wouldn't stress too much about the pressure of creating your own little world. I'm pretty sure we're all dreaming, which means that momentous decisions aren't something to worry much about. Plus, if you really are the ruling god of this place, then if you screw something up too badly I'm sure you'll be able to fix it, right?"

Diane chuckled. "While you're making the land, just remember to keep the volcanoes and earthquake-ridden fault zones to a minimum. When you're working on the flora and fauna, go light on things like mosquitoes and poison-ivy. And if things get too badly out of hand, remember that there isn't much that a nice cataclysmic flood can't fix. So, Heather, you really think we're all dreaming? I've never been in a dream that felt this real before! Everything around us looks, sounds, feels, and smells real to me, and we wouldn't really all be able to share a dream together, would we?" Diane walked over to Heather. "Can I pinch you?" she asked her playfully.

Heather never responded to the question, because we were interrupted by a brilliant flash of golden light that exploded from the woods. Old habits die hard, and both Diane and I dropped into low crouches at the sudden brightness. You can know on an intellectual level that you're in a safe pace, but it's hard for anyone that has been a veteran of close combat to ever truly feel safe again. Only Heather stood to feel the refreshing rush of warm air that flowed over us from the beautiful forest. There before us, we could see that the mist had receded from the woods. And, through the trees, just as I had envisioned it, was a merrily bubbling stream and a picturesque little stone cabin that was weathered and moss-covered as though it had been there for centuries. Diane and I followed Heather as she ran giddily towards the cabin. I couldn't help but watch her perfect butt bounce as she ran and remember our interactions from that morning.

Heather pulled the weathered oaken door open into a cozy single room with a large bed in one corner, not far from a large old-fashioned stone fireplace that had a crackling fire burning merrily in it. A small oil lamp flickered on the wooden table at the edge of the room. Herbs were drying in bunches that hung down from nails in the rafters, lending a fragrant smell to the room. I walked into the cozy, dimly lit space.

"Well, welcome home, cousin!" I said with a smile, hoping to distract myself from my wicked thoughts. Here I was, with god-like powers and in the company of two beautiful women, both of whom I cared about deeply and both of whom cared deeply about me. I wouldn't use my powers to seduce them. But what if not using my powers to seduce them involved not visualizing what it would be like to make love to them or wishing for it? That would be easier said than done under any circumstances. And deliberate efforts to not think about seducing them had roughly the same effect as the old joke about "Try not to think about a pink elephant.".




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 02



"It's perfect!" Heather exclaimed gleefully as she admired the cabin. "Thanks, John!"

Diane gave Heather and I a funny look as Heather pulled me into a full kiss on the lips and I returned it, but my best friend was too polite to say anything.

"So," Diane began, "This really is a dream, right?"

"Well, kind of," I replied.

"And I'm dreaming it, right?" Diane said, staring at me.

"I suppose that all three of us are dreaming right now." I said.

"Sure," Diane said dismissively as she flopped back on the bed, her eyes squinted shut and her forehead knit as though she were trying to reason through a difficult problem in her head. "Well, I'm having the most realistic dream I've ever had before. I hope that neither of you mind if I'm going to try to change the content of the dream a bit."

Both Heather and I laughed at the intense concentration that was written on Diane's face. It was anyone's guess what she was trying to do, but nobody could fault her for lack of effort.

"Diane, I don't think that's going to work for you. Listen, buddy. I just made the cabin for Heather. Why don't you tell me what you want and I'll make it happen for you?" I offered.

"Fine," said Diana in a frustrated tone as she opened her eyes. "If this is going to be the most realistic dream I've ever had, then I would like for this to be a dream with some sex in it. I haven't gotten laid in ages, and ever since I made out with you last night I've been hornier than a dog in heat! If I can't fuck you in real life, then you had best fuck the living shit out of me here in this dream so that I can at least have something to think about the next chance I get to masturbate."

So much for not visualizing sex and wishing for it. But I took some relief from the fact that the ladies seemed interested in sex even outside of this reality, and Diana brought up the topic here.

"You know," Heather offered thoughtfully, "I've been thinking just about the same thing."

"But the only guy here is your cousin! Don't you think that you'll feel kind of weird when you wake up if you let yourself dream about sex with him? Run on and leave the two of us alone," Diana pleaded.

"I'm in love with him, and he feels the same way about me Doesn't it make sense? You know how much John and I have always meant to each other. And in regards to feeling weird after dreaming about sex with each other, John and I have had sex dreams before where we didn't just have sex, he actually got me pregnant, at least in this reality. And when we woke up, not only did we not feel weird about it, it actually led to John and I making out in real life this morning. And I just about got him to do it with me while we were awake."

Diana looked at us both with wide eyes. "Dude, you were making out with your own cousin?" she said in shock.

There was no sense in hiding what had happened from my best friend. And if Heather and I were in love, it was only a matter of time before we had to tell everyone. "Yes, Diana. That's what our little walk was about. She's right. We were making out." 

Diana grinned at us. "Now I know I'm dreaming." She squirmed on the bed as she contemplated the notion. "You know, that's actually kind of hot!" she said with a wicked, wide-eyed, excited smile.

"I'm in love with him, Diana," Heather repeated quietly. "Whether we're cousins or not, I'm in love with him."

Diane was silent for a long moment. "You know that I'm in love with him too, right?"

Heather didn't answer.

"Since this is all just a dream anyway, can we share him?" asked Diana pleadingly. The moment seemed filled with quiet tension.

"Ladies, don't I get a say in this?" I asked.

"NO!" they replied suddenly in laughing unison as they rolled over, pinning me to the bed from either side. It was as though my question had magically dispelled the tension in the air.

"You and I are going to finish what we started last night!" Diana whispered hotly into my ear as she kissed the right side of my face and climbed on top of me, grinding the crotch of her blue jeans against my hard cock through my pants. "I'm on the pill, so there's nothing to worry about, and we've both waited way too long for this!" 

I saw Heather stand up and fold her thick glasses, placing them on the rustic wooden table. I watched, mesmerized, as she pulled her pink sweater and white t-shirt over her head to reveal the soft flesh of her pale torso. She was beautiful in a rubensque, curvy manner that unmistakably marked her as a woman among women. She smirked at Diane with a cocky grin. "You're not going to finish what you started with him last night as long as you've got your pants on!" Heather said cheekily as she unzipped her blue jeans and slid them off of her smooth, shapely legs. Wearing only her socks, bra, and panties, she climbed back onto the bed and kissed me hotly, her sweet wet tongue in my mouth. This wasn't a mere kiss between cousins. This was a kiss between two people that had loved each other for a lifetime and were taking that pure, beautiful love that they already had to a sublime next level. "Besides, Diane, I've literally known him since we were babies together, and so I've waited a lot longer for this than you have. And I'm NOT on the pill, and I'm probably already pregnant with his child, at least in this little alternate reality we're in!"

I felt more than saw Diane stand up, and heard the sounds of clothing being shed. Then I felt my belt being unbuckled, and felt Diane pull my pants off. "Fine, Heather. You fuck him first. I'll watch him fuck his cousin before he fucks me. But after you're done with him, it's my turn."

Heather and I broke our kiss just long enough for me to shed my shirt. I was immediately aware of the warm softness of her feminine belly pressing against my abdomen, and the cool, smooth texture of her satin bra pressing against my chest. Reaching behind Heather, I unfastened her bra with one hand. With the other, I reached down, feeling the supple curves of her ample buttocks through her soft cotton panties as she gasped into my mouth. I pulled her bra off, freeing her soft breasts. She sighed, a musical, high-pitched "Oh!" as I rolled her over and sucked one of her pink nipples into my mouth as my rock-hard cock ground against the crotch of her panties.

Heather rolled over, pulling me on top of her. Our mouths moved together, kissing with intense heat and passion, as my hand moved across the warm softness of her breasts, down the soft skin of her adorably chubby belly, down under the waist of her panties, and into the treasure that rested between her legs. She moaned into my mouth as I felt the moist lips of her vagina part to accept my touch to her most intimate region. Everything about my cousin's pussy was delicious heat, wetness, and sweetness. Everything about her body was delightful warmth and softness. Our mouths were moving intently together as she ground her slippery pussy against my hand.

Suddenly, Heather and I were startled to feel her panties jerked down her legs. "If you're going to finger your cousin in front of me, you should at least let me see it!" Diane whispered hotly as she pulled the soft cotton panties off of Heather, revealing the heart-shaped nest of curly dark-blonde hair that surrounded her genitals. "You know, I've always known that you and Heather were close, but somehow if you were fucking a cousin I would have expected it to be Sarah. Heather just seems too sweet and quiet to do something like that."

"I had sex with Sarah last night," I said with a grin in between kisses with Heather as my fingers moved inside of my cousin's slick pussy.

"So, John, how did your best friend end up being the only one around that wasn't getting some hard dick? Do you have any idea how horny I've been lately?" Diane asked with mock-annoyance.

I looked over at Diane. My beautiful best friend stood near the bed, completely nude. Her curvy, shapely body was a perfect combination of soft femininity and sturdy athleticism, and she was exquisitely beautiful. Her flawless white skin was delicately enhanced with beautiful, artistically executed tattoos that complemented her natural beauty. She smiled at me as she tossed Heather's panties into a corner. "Like what you see, John?" She said in a boldly husky voice. She ran her hand down to the dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair that framed the moist slit between her legs. "Good. Because our days of being just friends are over. Today, you're going to find out everything you've always wanted to know about your best friend's pussy. How does that make you feel?"

I couldn't answer, and I doubted that Diane really wanted or needed me to. The kisses between Heather and I were feverish, our hands frantically taking in every square inch of our lover's body. It took every bit of my self control not to remove the fingers that my sweet cousin had welcomed into her body, and replace them with my rock-hard cock. "Let me kiss you between your legs, Heather." I whispered breathlessly. 

She nodded her assent, and soon I found myself between her wide feminine hips, my head between the supple flesh of her soft thighs as I eagerly lapped the honey from her moist slit. Her unruly pubic hair gently tickled my face, and I inhaled delightful lungfuls of Heather's sweet musk. Her scent intoxicated me with arousal as I buried my face in the wet deliciousness of her nether region. She had been so wet that her pubic hair had cool beads of moisture that I felt against my nose and lips as I licked and sucked at her heavenly pussy. I delighted in the delicate aroma of my own cousin's most intimate parts as I held her tender petals open, sometimes running my tongue up and down the insides of her moist pink slit, sometimes driving my tongue as deep as I could inside of her birth canal. Her sultry gasps and moans rewarded my efforts, urging me to please my oldest and dearest companion however I could. I carefully lubricated a finger with her sweet fluids, and reached inside of her, exulting in the feeling of the ridged texture of her inner body. I curled my finger upward inside of her, feeling a slightly rough patch of flesh on the top of her vaginal wall, and applied gently pressure downwards towards her pubic bone as I carefully licked and sucked at her vaginal opening and clitoris. Reaching around with my other hand, I gently traced a finger around the bottom of her clitoris, lightly massaging her perineum.

A thousand memories from the life that we had shared since birth flashed through my mind, reminding me of how much I had shared with Heather over the years and how much I loved her. My tongue traced delicate circles under the hood of her erect clitoris, lightly flicking her glistening pink nub while my fingers worked on her, inside and out. Her gasps were becoming increasingly frantic. "Oh my God!" she yelled as I went for broke and sucked her clitoris into my mouth, massaging it in a circular motion with the rough top of my tongue. "Ok!" She gasped as she came hard, her body wracked by convulsions and her hand tapping my shoulder as though she couldn't take any more.

There is something so beautiful that it's almost magical about the vaginal fluids of a fertile woman. Her natural nectar becomes thicker, richer. It is delightfully slick, like clear melted butter, but with the delicate muskiness of fine wine. It is rich with her natural pheromones, which can melt the hearts and resolve of even the strongest men. A scent that whispers of something safe, natural, nurturing, beautiful, and supremely desirable. As Heather's fluids bathed my tongue and her scent filled my lungs, I had never before felt such love and infatuation for any woman, or such need to claim her and be claimed by her.

As I gave my cousin's sensitive clit a break, I felt a hand wrap around my cock, and then I was shocked by a delicious, hot wetness that I felt engulf my manhood. Looking down, I saw that Diana was lying on her back with her head between my legs, sucking my hard cock deep into her throat. Her legs were spread and I could tell that her free hand was working frantically to please her sopping pussy. Diane's eyes were closed as her mouth moved over my rigid cock.

"Are you ready to go again?" I asked Heather as best as I could as Diane expertly sucked my engorged manhood. Heather nodded, and again I buried my face between her legs. I was sexually excited beyond what I had once believed was humanly possible, and based upon the amount of sweet nectar that greeted me between my cousin's legs I wasn't the only one that was experiencing unusual levels of arousal.

I ate her pussy like a man that had been dying of thirst drinking the clear, sweet water of a desert oasis, delicately tracing my tongue over and around the hood of her clitoris. I lapped and sucked between her legs, drinking her precious life-giving nectar, and delighting in the warm slickness of her sweet vagina, the tickle of her pubic hair against my face, and the texture of her swollen labia against my tongue. Her musk drove me mad with unspeakable desire. I needed to mate with this beautiful woman that I loved so much and that I had been blessed to have as a cousin. As these thoughts burned in my mind, I felt my best friend's mouth moving expertly along my manhood. My body was trembling, and I willed myself not to ejaculate deep into Diane's throat as as I licked my cousin's most intimate parts. I couldn't cum. Not yet.

Reaching beneath Heather, I felt the smooth pink skin between her pussy and the delicately puckered rosebud of her anus. I continued to eat her pussy as I gently traced a finger along the accessible portion of her butt crack, ever so gently running a finger around the outside of her forbidden hole as she thrust her pussy up at me. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, cousin, I love you!" she shrieked. I felt her clenching my hand between the perfect softness of her glorious, milky-white butt-cheeks as she unleashed an unintelligible cry of ecstasy and came again in my mouth, blessing me with even more of her sweet fluid. I exulted in the taste of a woman that, if she was not already bearing my child in this world, would be doing so very soon.

I couldn't wait any longer to make love to my cousin. I hated to wipe the fluids from my mouth because they had come from Heather, but I knew that she would appreciate my kisses more if I did. I wiped my own mouth with a blanket, and then pulled my cock from Diane's mouth and positioned myself between Heather's legs. She nodded at me eagerly. My cock was soaked by Diane's saliva, and Heather was wetter than any woman I had ever seen before. With one gentle push, I was sheathed entirely in the slick, moist depths of her warm, tight, unprotected pussy. We both let out a gasp of relief as we received what our bodies so desperately craved.

"That's it, John!" Diana said with wild, excited eyes as she turned to watch Heather and I, my best friend's fingers working frantically between her legs. "Fuck your cousin! Fuck your own cousin without any protection and cum inside of her!"

The cabin was filled with the wet sounds of frantic copulation between my cousin and I. Heather and I mated, our mouths meeting together wetly in deep, passionate kisses, the soft plumpness of her ample belly making slapping sounds as my abdomen met it again and again. I felt the slick tightness of her vaginal walls clench possessively around my manhood even as I claimed her insides with deep thrusts. At that moment, Heather and I belonged to one another completely. "Oh, cousin!" Heather cried out. "Oh, cousin, I love you so much! Please, cum inside of me! I want you to make certain that I'm pregnant! Plant your love deep within me until my belly swells with our child! Oh, please, make me a mother! Oh, pleeeease... aaaaah!" She never finished the sentence. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and I felt the slick walls of her drenched birth canal clench hard around my cock. Heather cried aloud as she experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. Her fingers tightened across my back and her soft legs clenched with all of her strength to pull me as deep into her trembling core as I could get. I could feel the tip of my hard penis pressed against her cervix, and knew that I was feeling her anatomical holy of holies, the most intimate part of her most intimate parts. Here was the entrance to her womb, the opening into the sacred chamber where the child that we would create together would grow. The slit at the head of my cock was sealed tightly against the natural portal that led from my cousin's vagina, through her cervix, and deep into her womb. If she wasn't already pregnant, just beyond that womb my sperm would find a ripe egg traveling down her fallopian tubes, and my cousin and I would be bonded together eternally as parents. As my beloved cousin's screams of inarticulate pleasure resounded within the cabin, I felt a hand lovingly and gently caress my testicles from behind.

"Cum inside of Heather, John. Make sure you've gotten your own cousin pregnant! God, I can't believe I get to watch this!" Diane whispered hotly as fingers that were slick with her own glistening moisture worked frantically between her shapely legs.

I felt like I was experiencing the creation of the universe. I felt my entire existence compressed into a singularity; all that existed was the act of fertilizing my beloved cousin's precious womb. And then that singularity exploded. "I love you, Heather! Yes, please let me be the father of your child! Please, cousin, have my baby!" I cried out as I felt the contractions begin within my own body, and I groaned with unspeakable pleasure as an ecstatic electricity filled my brain and washed over my entire body. Spurt after powerful liquid spurt erupted from my body deep into the fertile core of my cousin's drenched insides. I could almost feel her womb drinking my semen, sucking every drop that I could provide for the sacred purpose of creating life within her. Our orgasm seemed to last for ages, an all-consuming, mind-blowing experience that would be impossible to describe to anyone but the two of us who shared it.

Afterwords, I lay there, still sheathed deep inside of my cousin's hot, slick birth canal, and still rock-hard. My penis was still occasionally pulsing as my cousin and I continued to share our life-giving gifts with one another. "I love you, Heather," I whispered softly. Just a few weeks ago, I had known that Heather was the dearest human being in the world to me, but I had never taken even a moment to contemplate what it would be like to have her as a lover. Now that I knew what it was like to completely give my heart to someone that I trusted and loved completely, I couldn't imagine ever not having Heather as both my cousin and my lover. Perhaps even some day my wife and the mother of my children in the real world as well, no matter what anyone said about it.

"I love you, too." Heather whispered dreamily. She smiled beatifically as she lay beneath me, her pretty round face bathed in post-orgasmic bliss. "God, I feel so... I feel so complete! John, this is just so perfect!" she said as she kissed me. "But for now, you've got someone else waiting on you."

"You're sure you don't mind?" I asked Heather with some surprise. I didn't expect to have the energy to even move after an orgasm like that, but I recovered more quickly than I ever would have thought possible. I suppose that being a minor deity in an alternate reality has its perks. 

"I don't mind!" Heather said. "She's your best friend, and a deal's a deal. I got to make love to you first, and now it's her turn."

I groaned painfully as I eased my sensitive cock from my cousin's slippery tunnel, and couldn't resist kissing Heather's soft lips again as I saw our mixed fluids trickling gently out of the sacred folds at the center of her vulva. I considered the implications of those warm, slippery fluids flowing together so freely. Our mixed fluids seemed to symbolize our merged hearts, and I felt hesitant to give myself to anyone but my cousin.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 02



As I slowly moved away from my recently impregnated cousin, Diane grabbed me fiercely by the face and pulled me into a passionate kiss.

"She damned well had better not mind if we fuck, John! I've never been so horny before in my entire life! I can't believe how hot that was watching you knock up your own cousin, and I can't wait to have you fuck me senseless! No, stop right there, you had better not wipe your dick off! For one thing, that's an awesome antique quilt, not a rag from an auto-shop. But more importantly, I want to know what incest tastes like, and I want to know what the mixed juices of two cousins that have just made a baby together feel like inside of my cunt. God, I haven't had a decent fuck in ages. And now I'm going to get one from my best friend! What could make today any better?" Diane exclaimed as she pushed me back to rest my head between Heather's soft white thighs, the damp pubic hair of Heather's freshly-fucked pussy tickling my ear with moist tendrils. The comfortable scent of Heather's recently impregnated body filled my lungs.

Looking down, I saw Diane looking like a tattooed goddess as she bent over and ran her pink tongue over the tip of my cock. "Oh, my God. I love how you two taste!" Diane said as she licked her lips and smiled at me, but her soft hand continued to stroke my marble-hard penis. Then she bent over again, her dark hair brushing gently against my abdomen as she engulfed my cock, taking the entire length deep into her throat as she bobbed her head up and down. It felt amazing, but all too soon she stopped. "I thought that I would suck you off to get you hard again, but you're already more than there. I suppose that I just kept going because it was so awesome knowing what I was getting to taste. You and Heather are going to have to do this with me more often! So, what do you say, John? If you want to keep me in the friend-zone, you've got about two more seconds before I sit on that nice hard dick of yours and get the same treatment that you've been giving those pretty little cousins of yours!"

I struggled for something charming and witty to say, but was unable to speak a word before Diane had straddled my waist and positioned me at her opening. Leaning forward with her ample breasts pressing firmly against my chest, she kissed me deeply as her sweet pussy engulfed my member in steaming wetness. I had fantasized about this moment for years. I suppose that every guy that has a female best friend has thought more than once about what it would be like to know her sexually. Diane was giving me that precious gift, and it was more amazing than I had ever imagined. As our bodies undulated and writhed together I felt the hot, tight wetness of her underused opening sliding along the length of my manhood. Her lips caressed mine, our hands pulling each other's faces into a passionate kiss, our lips locking together as though made solely for that very act. Diana's pelvis and mine ground together, our pubic bones uniting firmly. I was suddenly aware that I felt my head rising and falling, and I realized that the motion wasn't from Diana. My head was resting in Heather's crotch, and she was now grinding her wet sex against Diane's hand, which in turn cradled my head. My cousin was using Diane's hand to masturbate, and I knew that if Heather came again after I had ejaculated inside of her, then her body would suck even more of my sperm into her fertile core. If possible, my rock-hard dick became even more firm inside of Diana.

Diane pulled her face away from mine and looked at me mischievously. "Wanna feel some reverse-cowgirl?" she asked.

"Sure!" I responded. As much as I hated to not be able to kiss her and appreciate my best friend's face and breasts, I looked forward to getting a better look at her shapely ass. Diana was a large-boned woman, but beautifully proportioned. I breathed in air that was thick with the delicate musk of lovemaking. It was the most beautiful scent I had ever known.

Diane climbed off of me and turned to give me a beautiful view of her gorgeous body from behind. I couldn't believe how perfect her butt was, and I admired the unmistakably feminine curves of her hips and waist. I had always known that Diane was a beautiful woman, and I will confess that I had tried to imagine her naked a thousand times over, but I was still amazed by how beautiful the actual sight of her nude body was. Positioning me at her opening, she slid down upon my shaft until the tip ground hard against her cervix. I couldn't believe how good she was at riding my cock; it was as though she knew me so well that she could anticipate precisely what I needed her to do to maximize my pleasure. I looked down as the soft, perfect globes of her ass undulated on my hips, her pussy massaging my cock to the brink of ecstasy. Up and down Diane's beautiful ass rose and fell, and I trembled with excitement as I watched time and time again as Diane's tight, wet pussy engulfed my member, only to slide back up leaving my cock glistening with her inner moisture. I knew that I couldn't hold off for long if she kept this up. 

Diane cried out with a squeal of mock-alarm as I sat up and pushed her forward onto her hands and knees. Fucking her doggy-style would give me the control of the rhythm that I needed to hold off as long as I could. As I pounded hard into her soaked pussy, I reached around her and ran my hand over her sopping vulva. Moistening my fingers with her natural juices, I ran my warm, moist fingers around her sensitive clitoris, rubbing through the clitoral hod with controlled passion as I thrust my cock into her from behind with long, powerful strokes. 

After several minutes of being stimulated inside and out, Diana grabbed the antique quilt and stuffed it into her own mouth as she let out a long, high-pitched shriek of sexual fulfillment. Her tight pussy spasmed and clenched around my manhood, and her body trembled in the throes of a massive orgasm. It was as though her strength was flowing out of her body as I pounded into her, and each thrust seemed to push her further into a position lying fully on her belly. Soon I was thrusting into her sweet pussy as she was lying face-down on the bed, feeling her delicious buttocks against my abs. And still she felt like she was cumming. I could no longer resist joining my beautiful best friend in orgasm, and so I let myself go. Waves of pleasure crashed over my overloaded senses as my rock-hard member ejaculated inside of her, unleashing a torrent of sperm deep within my best friend's body. Still she wiggled herself back at me, our bodies continuing to meet as her delicate pussy was milking my cock for every drop of cum that I could provide. Diana pressed back as hard as she could, grinding her ass rhythmically against me as I pushed forward, driving my spurting penis as deep into her as I could in this position.

I felt exhausted and light-headed, unable to move, and I collapsed on top of Diana's back, my cock still buried inside of her. I could still feel my penis occasionally pulse. I didn't know whether or not it was still spurting anything into her, but it still felt amazing just to remain encased inside of the moistness of her silken tunnel. Slowly, I grew soft inside of her, and I rolled off of her back and onto the bed. Soon I was joined by Heather and Diana on either side of me in a sweet post-orgasmic cuddle. Our bodies were as satisfied as they could get, and the beautiful naked women felt heavenly against me. I felt tired, and I briefly wondered what would happen if we fell asleep like that. After all, we were already asleep and dreaming.

I gradually eased into consciousness as the van was moving through Bennington, Vermont. Erin was still driving, and another CD of gospel music was playing softly. A few minutes later I felt Diane stir beside me. She smiled at me as she stretched and yawned.

"Have some sweet dreams?" I asked with a grin.

"Oh, you have no idea!" she said with a wicked smile before turning to look out the window. If she didn't think that I had any idea about her dreams, she clearly didn't understand what had just occurred. I looked down at the crotch of her blue jeans as surreptitiously as I could. She had more than soaked through the denim. Maybe I had just cum twice in an alternate reality, but here my cock leapt to full attention.

Heather awakened with a sweet moan beside me. I was probably the only one in the van that noticed the erotic undercurrents of that sound. I felt her almost imperceptibly move her lips as she tried to conceal the act of kissing my shoulder. "Thanks, John. That was amazing. But, like I told you this morning, we're going to have to do that in real life some time, and soon."

Diane heard Heather and gave her a shocked look, and Heather returned it knowingly. I smiled at Diane and nodded, as though confirming her unspoken query. Diane started to speak, but then thought better of it. Clearly flustered, she reached into her purse and pulled out a paperback and began reading it for a moment as though to distract herself and buy her some time to think, but she quickly realized that the romance novel was probably not going to help her to get herself under control. With shaking hands, she put the book back in her purse and watched as the pretty Vermont scenery filed past us. It took a lot to fluster Diana. I chuckled to myself as I turned to look out the window. Again, Diana started to move her mouth as if to ask Heather and I a question, but only gave voice to something that was less than a single syllable.

"Yes, what just happened was all real. Just in another reality." Heather spoke to her. "And John and I experienced it too."

Diane looked at her with her mouth agape and her pretty blue eyes as wide as saucers, but said nothing for a long time. "John, I... uh, Heather..." She clearly had no idea what to say to us. Finally she just whispered a quiet "Thank you both. That was incredible."

"What are you guys talking about?" Asked Kim from behind us.

"Nothing at all." Heather replied nonchalantly as she looked serenely out the window.

*** END OF CHAPTER 2 ***



Paranormal Research Club Ch. 03



This is purely a work of erotic fiction. While this chapter is categorized as incest/taboo, it could have just as easily been filed under Group Sex or, to a somewhat lesser extent, in Erotic Horror. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved. 

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We had entered the Green Mountain National Forest. It was some of the most beautiful country I had ever seen, with mountains that looked like enormous rolling hills covered with plush, verdant blankets of ancient hardwoods. In some areas we could look out of the windows and see the landscape spread out below us like a beautiful oil painting. I was already enjoying my time in Vermont immensely, and not looking forward to my return to the relatively featureless Mid-West. Gradually, the roads became narrower, curvier, and less well-maintained as ominous billows of dark gray clouds began to form overhead. Visible signs of human habitation became increasingly scarce, and the old trees beside the road seem to be creeping ever closer to the sides of the road as we drove on. Eventually, we rounded a corner on a mountain and saw a clearing in the woods ahead of us. I instinctively knew that we had arrived at our destination.

Long-dead hands had constructed the old church in a style that marked it unmistakably as a relic from a previous century. Compared with many modern churches, the building was relatively small. Still, the weathered stone and timeworn reddish-brown brick lent a quiet and somber dignity to the structure. The arched windows contained ancient glass full of bubbles and swirls set deep in the thick old walls. Lifeless brown vines snaked up towards the roof of a belfry on one side of the structure. The bricks were crumbling in places, and there were dark streaks of algae and thick pads of moss growing on some of the shaded walls. In a circular window over the entryway, the dim sunlight reflected from a stained-glass depiction of Christ on the cross that I judged to be a relatively recent edition. Strange symbols, most of which I did not recognize as traditional Christian imagery, were etched into the border of the stained glass. Beneath this window, some ancient craftsman had carved the image of a scroll into the stone above the doorway. In flowing italic writing that had weathered until it was hardly even visible, I could just make out the words to Isaiah 41:10. "Fear not, for I am with thee; be not dismayed, for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness." It struck me as a strange and grim verse with which to welcome visitors to a house of worship.

On the sides of the churchyard, the tall, dark shadows of the ancient forest had crept in close to the building. It was as though nature itself resented something that lurked just out of sight here, and the primordial spirits of the ancient forest were attempting a Cannae-style enveloping maneuver in an effort to reclaim their lost territory and eradicate any reminders that the tragic old edifice had ever stood. 

A rusted and dilapidated wrought-iron gate surrounded a small cemetery. The grim-looking tombstones within the churchyard were thin wafers of stone that had been cut in the patterns that had been fashionable two centuries ago, long before the more robust modern blocks of granite came into vogue. The crooked headstones had been weathered until the antique italic letters on many of the age-blackened, moss and lichen encrusted relics were illegible. Some tombstones had fallen over entirely or had cracked in half. An apparent effort had been made to keep the old churchyard maintained, but brown, lifeless weeds surrounded the bases of some of the ancient stones. A few of the well-to-do dead were housed in what had perhaps once been expensive, ostentatiously decorated above-ground burial vaults. Long years in the pitiless New England weather had decayed and eroded these monuments into a sardonic commentary on human vanity. A melancholy air hung about the place like an invisible fog. 

It was a mournfully beautiful scene, with the old-fashioned house of worship, the ancient forest, and the dim sunlight filtering down between the dark purple clouds that rolled across the gray sky. But here in person, a persistent, brooding sense of death and suffering seemed to hang disconcertingly in the air. I have been on enough paranormal investigations before to be pretty good at instinctively judging whether or not a place is haunted. I felt slightly sick in the pit of my stomach, and I suppressed a shudder. Diana and I exchanged a concerned glance. Something was very definitely here, and Diana didn't have to say a word for me to know that we both had a very, very bad feeling about it.

Erin's face didn't betray much in the way of emotion, whether joy for returning home or fear of the ancient evil that lurked here. Haunted or not, this sad old place was her childhood home. Kim, Sarah, and Heather remained silent and bore grave expressions on their faces. Some primitive part in the back of our minds seemed to be screaming at us that there was something dangerous lurking here that the rest of our senses would be unable to detect. As we drove past the church and up the hill towards the parsonage, the threatening sense of a silent and invisible menace seemed to pass, and I was grateful for our reprieve.

The parsonage where Erin's parents lived was a large, dignified-looking brick structure constructed in a blocky, formal-looking Edwardian style that I thought might look more appropriate for a funeral home than a private residence. From our research, we knew that it had been built many years after the church building. There was a large brick-and-concrete porch in front of the building that was covered by an extension from the weather-beaten gray roof. As we pulled the van into the shaded driveway that ran to the left of the house, an attractive older woman that had been sitting in a rocking chair on the porch marked her place in the paperback book that she had been reading, placed it on a table beside her, then quickly walked down to greet us.

"That's fine, just leave the van right there under those trees," the woman said. Erin's mother was a very attractive woman for her age, with just a few extra pounds of weight and a few gray hairs revealing that she was in her fifth decade of life.

The six of us dismounted the van, and Erin rushed forward to warmly embrace her mother. "Hey, everyone, this is my mom, Naomi! Mom, that's Kim, Diane, John, Sarah, and Heather."

"It's great to meet you all!" Naomi said with genuine warmth. "My husband will be back later; he is so sorry that he couldn't be here! A parishioner that David has been spending a lot of time with lately hung himself this morning, and David's been busy with the family for most of the day. Suicide is always so hard on a family. Dinner is in the oven, and should be ready in about fifteen minutes. Erin, would you mind showing them where their rooms will be and where the bathrooms are?"

We took our personal gear out of the van, and Erin escorted us to the guest rooms. There were three guest rooms located upstairs in the house. Diane got a room to herself, and Sarah and Heather would share a room. Kim would be sleeping in Erin's bedroom with her. As the only man, I got a room to myself. After we all took turns using the two restrooms that were available, we helped Naomi set the table.

"Lisa!" Naomi called. "Your sister and her friends from school are here, and we're all sitting down to eat!"

"I'll be there in just a second, Mom!" a female voice echoed down from the end of the dark wood-paneled hallway. "My boss just sent me a text from work. He has a question about some orders that a client placed last month. I'll be right out, I promise." The woman that was speaking had the sort of voice that sounded attractive and almost musical, even when discussing issues as mundane as work.

A moment later, a strikingly beautiful woman with shoulder-length blonde hair appeared in the hallway, her dress shoes clacking on the wooden floor as she walked in a rapid, business-like manner towards the table. When she saw me, she immediately stopped in her tracks and we stared at each other for a long moment. Erin's sister, Lisa, was the beautiful stranger that had teased me as my own mother had mounted my cock during the dream that I had two nights before.

"Is everything all right?" asked Naomi, noting her daughter's startled reaction with concern.

Lisa smiled beautifully at her mother. "Oh, yes, everything is just fine. I just thought for a moment that I knew this gentleman from somewhere, but after getting a better look at his face, I don't believe I've ever seen him before." Still, she regarded me with a thoughtful gaze numerous times over the course of dinner. 

Naomi was every bit the cook that her daughter had described and I can say without any hesitation that it was among the most delicious meals I have ever eaten. I could have made a meal out of her homemade rolls alone! Glasses of delicious red wine that Erin's father had skillfully crafted from local grapes complemented the exquisite cooking perfectly. I was concerned that we would have a hard time staying awake to do the investigation with the inevitable drowsiness to which an overly-stuffed stomach invariably leads.

After we had all eaten and were sitting around the table, sipping on freshly brewed coffee and picking at the remnants of the pumpkin pie that Lisa had contributed to the dinner, Diana spoke to Naomi. "So, Naomi, could you please tell us a bit more about the church and what goes on in there? Erin described some of the things that she's seen to the rest of the club, but she says that you've seen some stuff as well, and we would like to hear a bit about your experiences from you if you wouldn't mind."

Naomi sat quietly for a long moment with her hands folded quietly on her lap. Every eye in the room was focused on her. She looked at us guardedly, and spoke in a quiet voice that didn't need volume to fill the room: "When the bishop in charge of the diocese at the time told David to take over the church after the last rector passed away unexpectedly, I was against it from the beginning. I had a bad feeling about the whole place. I suppose that rumors about something unnatural happening to the previous rector are only to be expected, since he had died as such a young man and the diocese made every effort to be respectful of his family's privacy after he passed. David was fresh out of seminary, though, and didn't think that an appointment to a church like this was something that he could afford to pass up. Lisa was only a few years old at the time, Erin was on the way, and David said that an appointment at a respectable old church like this would give us a place to live and raise a family, and it would provide us with financial security. The diocese was offering him several thousand dollars more a year to take this position than he could have gotten elsewhere and they were still having a hard time filling the vacancy the last minister had left."

Naomi poured herself another glass of wine. Her face was a stoic mask, but it was taking visible effort to keep it that way. Her hands trembled slightly as she poured the sweet red liquid from the dusty green bottle. "Almost immediately after we moved in, I would sometimes see lights in the cemetery at night. At first I thought that it was teenagers playing around in the cemetery, and I called the police because I was worried that they would vandalize things and leave beer cans everywhere. When the police came, they never found anything. I noticed that, during the day, when nobody else was in the church, I could hear footsteps. I'm not talking about noises in an old building with a settling foundation and a creaky floor. I grew up in an old house, and I know what that sounds like. I'm talking about clear, regular footsteps taking definite paths through the building. You can literally hear the strike of a heel and then the rest of a foot being set down. Both David and I hear them pretty frequently in broad daylight. It's usually like someone pacing while they're waiting for something, but sometimes I've heard several footsteps like it's a group walking around together. Sometimes I hear knocks on the wall. Not like the building settling, but like someone that wants to get someone's attention hitting the wall with a fist."

Naomi paused and sipped her wine. The only sound in the room came from a ticking clock on the wall until she continued. "Then there were these smells. Sometimes, it was like rotting flesh, like- like, death, I suppose. But it comes without any explanation, in places that shouldn't have smelled like that, and it's gone just a few hours later so it couldn't have been a dead animal. Electrical things in that building have always acted funny. The clocks are always having the battery die a just a day or two after you changed it, or being reset to weird times, or sometimes even running backwards. The fire alarms in the church go off for no reason at all. Sometimes you might see something like movement or a shadow that shouldn't be there, but it's usually gone before you're even completely sure you saw it. When you're alone in the building, you'll often see someone out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look directly at them, they're gone. One time I was in the church alone, and I heard someone screaming and crying like they were in the absolute worst kind of pain. They sounded like they were dying. It scared me badly enough that I called the police. Of course, they didn't find anything and seemed to think that I was just calling them to get attention. There's something about the whole building that just doesn't feel right; it's a scary place. But the feeling that everyone seems to get in the basement is just truly horrible. I don't know anyone that will go into the basement alone for any length of time. Nobody seems to know of anything that's actually happened there, but there's this... this feeling like something evil is down there and watching you. David is the bravest man I've ever known, and not even he likes being down there."

With Naomi's words, I saw Lisa's jaw set into a tight grimace that she seemed to be trying to hide, and the color drained from her lovely face. She set down her fork as though she had suddenly lost her appetite, but she didn't say anything.

Naomi spoke with a voice that was tight with emotion. "After we had lived here for a few years, I thought that Lisa had started spending a lot of time talking in gibberish, and I told her to quit. But then Erin started talking like that, too, and they seemed to be able to understand each other. I thought that they were just making up a language together. This continued for years when they didn't think I could hear them until one of the congregation members congratulated me on what a good job my children had done learning French, and he told me to get them some newer textbooks because nobody talks the way that they had learned French anymore. I never taught my kids French. They've never been around anyone that spoke French or could teach it to them. It turned out that they were fluent enough in it to have full conversations with people that spoke French, but they didn't know the names of anything that has been around for less than two hundred years. They said that they learned it from the 'White Dress Ladies'. I was terrified and asked David to quit his job and move away from here. He said that God would protect us, and the girls said that the 'White Dress Ladies' were their friends and they didn't want to quit talking to them. I was so frightened, but it was impossible to get anyone to believe me and do something! Nobody could help."

"Oui, c'est vrai," Lisa responded nonchalantly as she sipped her coffee. Naomi and Erin glared at her.

"Vous devez etre respectueux et de ne pas taquiner notre mere," Erin admonished her sister. She smiled apologetically to her mother.

Naomi sighed and continued. "The whole time I've lived here, I've only actually been inside that old church after dark once. That was enough for me. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was the secretary and treasurer of the women's Sunday School, and there was a question about some of our finances. I was in David's office to get a piece of paper I needed, and I wasn't planning to leave without it."

"I went back to the corner of David's office at the church where I had left the paper, and the lights all went out. All at the same time, like if the power had been cut. But the clock on his desk and the lights on his computer didn't go out, so it was NOT the power going out." Naomi's voice had a defensive tone to it, as though she expected us to not believe her or to challenge her. 

We do have to look for possible alternatives to a supernatural cause for things when we investigate a site, and we're obligated as objective observers to remain open but skeptical of anything that we can't independently verify. That said, we never treat a client with disrespect, and I am confident that every one of us believed that Naomi was telling us the truth to the best of her ability.

She sat there at the table in the cozy, well-lit kitchen with eyes that were still reflecting terror from almost two decades ago. "There, in the dark, there was just enough light to see. Barely. I was surrounded by these black shapes, like the silhouettes of a bunch of people in colonial costume. They didn't reflect any light. They were like a group of solid, walking shadows. I screamed and closed my eyes, and believe me I was praying like I had never prayed before. After a minute in the dark, the lights came back on and I was in the room by myself. I thought that everything was over. I swear to you, nobody was there but me. I had shut the door behind myself when I came into the office. I started looking for the paper, and I started getting a really funny feeling. Then, I heard the voice of a man with a British accent yell "GET OUT!", and then the door to the office slammed open with enough force to knock a crucifix off the wall. I ran out of that building as fast as I could, and didn't stop running until I got home. I didn't pick the paper up while I was there, but I found it crumpled and shoved inside of my back pocket later that night. I've never been so scared before in my life, and I'm not going there again after dark. Ever."

I looked at Naomi sympathetically. "Ma'am, if you don't mind, can we ask you a few questions? When you heard the voice, how loud was it and what did it sound like? Did it sound like the voice came from somewhere in particular, and was this an audible voice, or was it something that sounded like you were just hearing it inside of your own head?"

Naomi's nostrils flared slightly, and she regarded me with controlled anger. "I am absolutely positive that I wasn't imagining it! I heard a voice, a loud man's voice, like he was angry and yelling at me. And he told me to get out, so I did!"

Erin came to my defense. "Mom, I don't think that John thinks that you're crazy or that you were imagining anything. Sometimes when ghosts communicate with people, it sounds like they're speaking directly inside of your mind, and that doesn't mean that you're imagining it and I don't think that John was trying to imply that you were. That's how the White Dress Ladies used to talk to Lisa and me when we were kids, and it was still clear enough that I never had to study when I took French in High School. But what you're talking about, with an audible voice that's loud enough to sound like a loud, clear shout... well, that isn't common at all."

Naomi's anger seemed mollified, but her brows were knitted tightly, and she looked as though she might cry. "Well, that's what happened."




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 03



Lisa touched her mother's arm sympathetically. "We have all had experiences there, and I'm sorry I teased you earlier. How about this: Erin and I will give them a walk-through, and then they can start setting up before Dad gets home. Then, if it's not dark yet, he can give them a tour and cover anything we missed. I know how emphatic Dad was about wanting to be along for the walk through; you know how he gets about that old place. But Dad's been working late a lot recently and if the suicide means that he's going to be working even later tonight, there's no way that he's going to be back before dark."

"I don't know about that," Naomi answered. "David was pretty emphatic that he be the one to do the walk-through with him. There aren't a lot of things that he insists upon like that."

"Yes, Mom," Lisa replied, "But these people have driven half-way around the country to do this investigation for us, and Dad wouldn't want them to miss out on the whole reason they came here simply because he had to work late. It will be fine. I'll make sure that nobody breaks anything or does anything stupid. I promise."

Naomi regarded her daughter's words for a moment, and then offered to stay behind and do the dishes while Erin and Lisa showed us around the church. On the walk towards the old building, Lisa told us much of the church's history that we already knew from Erin, but it was still nice to get another take on it.

We unlocked a side door into the old building and entered a narrow hallway lined with dingy yellow wallpaper. On the walls hung rows of framed paintings and black-and-white photographs of previous pastors. The church was eerily silent. Each small noise seemed magnified, and our footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. Once we were all inside, Erin locked the door behind us.

Across the hallway from a stained and yellowing black-and-white portrait of some long-dead priest, Erin gestured towards a closed wooden door. She spoke, her voice echoing eerily in the empty corridor. "This is Dad's office. That's where Mom saw the shadow people. We might want someone in there tonight." Opening the door, she gave us a brief look at a nondescript clergyman's office, with a desk, several chairs, a computer, printer, numerous papers and religious items, and several very full bookshelves. A brass crucifix hung on the wall beside the door, and was probably the one that had fallen when Naomi had seen the door slam open. It was heavy and solidly hung on a sturdy carpenter's nail. It would not have come off of the wall easily.

It didn't take us long to satisfy our curiosity there. Walking past a pair of small rooms, Lisa and Erin explained that the footsteps were frequently heard in the hallway as she approached a doorway leading to the nave of the church. Leading us into the large main room of the church, we found ourselves among rows of antique wooden pews made of dark wood that had been polished by years of use. Our footsteps echoed and creaked on the old hardwood floor. At the front of the room was a wooden altar hung with white and green cloth. In expertly carved Lombardic calligraphy, an excerpt from Luke 22:19 had been beautifully engraved into the aged wood: "This do in remembrance of me." To the right of the altar stood an ancient baptismal font that had been carved of stone and had become darkened and worn by centuries of use. High above the altar was a large, exquisitely carved and polished crucifix of dark antique mahogany. Eternally frozen in a pose of sheer and unspeakable agony, the huge, masterfully carved statue of Jesus seemed to grimace down at us uncomfortably from its commanding position in the apse of the church. 

The acoustics that some long-dead architect had skillfully planned into the church allowed Erin's voice to effortlessly fill the room. "A previous rector of the church made the altar and carved the crucifix during the late 1800s. This is the room where people sometimes hear a hair-raising sound like someone is screaming, crying, or wailing in pain. You can hear it in other places in the building too sometimes, but this is where it sounds like it's coming from. I've been here when it happens. Not to prejudice anyone's opinions here, but I really suspect that it has something to do with the French settlers or the Loyalists that were killed here. I've heard it myself, and it's absolutely the most horrifying sound I've ever heard. We'll definitely want recording equipment in here."

Lisa spoke to the group. Her voice was barely a whisper, but the room's acoustics allowed for everyone to clearly hear the beautiful young woman's voice. "I saw a priest in this room once. He was clean shaven, wearing a long black cassock with a white collar and a white wig. I asked him who he was, and he vanished."

Leading us behind the sanctuary of the church and into the sacristy behind it, Erin remarked "Here you might hear footsteps going up or down the stairs leading to the basement." Leading us past empty choir robes that stood guard like orderly rows of phantom soldiers, Erin led us into a small room and opened a narrow wooden doorway covered with peeling white paint. The dimensions of the door reminded us that there had been a time before such things were standardized. The old doorknob jiggled loosely in Erin's hand as she turned it, and the worn, ancient door creaked open on its rusted iron hinges. Cold, musty air flooded out to greet our nostrils. Erin flipped on a switch, and a dim yellow light flickered and illuminated a narrow wooden stairway down into blackness.

"Here's the deal, there aren't many modern reports of activity in the basement, but I think that's because we hardly ever use the basement for anything, and like mom said, nobody is willing to spend any time down there. It's the creepiest place I've ever been. I remember when we were kids, both Rachel and Cherry- that's what we called the White Dress Ladies- seemed terrified of the place and told me that there was something down there that was the reason that they couldn't leave the church. They were pretty emphatic that we should avoid the place. The closer you get to the basement, the more active things seem to get. I've lived my whole life here and I've only been down there two or three times before." Erin offered. "It's pretty small and hardly ever even used for storage, but I think that we should put a team down there, and maybe try for some EVPs."

Sarah spoke as we began to file down the creaking antique stairs of crumbling rough-sawn wood. "The basement is where the bones were buried, right? I think it's safe to say that the White Dress Ladies were the two female French settlers that were killed here during the French and Indian War, which would mean that their bones would have been kept with everyone else's and buried in the basement. Do you think that might be why they can't leave the church?"

Erin thought for a long moment before she spoke. "They never said exactly what was keeping them here, but I don't think that they would have been so afraid of their own bones. And based on what Mom saw with all the other figures in colonial costume, something is keeping a bunch of spirits around here. I don't know what it is."

"Maybe they just need a good Christian burial?" Heather offered.

"I don't know." Erin said. "There are records showing that there were services performed for the dead when they were moved into the basement, and I'm pretty sure that they would have taken that seriously. And as far as consecrated ground is concerned, how much more consecrated can you get than to be actually buried beneath a church? Being buried beneath a church used to be considered quite an honor in a lot of cases. None of that matters. The bones aren't down here anymore."

Lisa began to say something in reply, but then seemed to think better of it and remained quiet.

The stairs were narrow and we had to follow Erin down them one at a time. The rickety antique wood creaked and strained as though it might collapse under our weight at any moment. The walls and floor were made of damp, ancient stone that sparkled with droplets of stagnant moisture and white nitre. The basement was cold and gloomy, with an unwholesome musty smell and an oppressive, claustrophobic feel to it. Physically, the basement bore little resemblance to anywhere that I could recall from the concentration camp at Dachau that I had visited when I was stationed in Germany. Even so, the oppressive feeling I had felt as I had walked through areas of the old concentration camp that still reeked of burnt flesh over a half-century later was the closest thing I had ever known to the feeling that dwelt in the eternal night of that miserable chamber. The damp chill made me glad that I had worn my vest and jacket. Seeing Heather shiver, I removed my jacket and handed it to her. She silently nodded her thanks to me as she took it and wrapped it around herself like a cape. A feeling of depression and the threat of lurking danger, as though the whole basement could collapse in upon us at any moment and swallow us whole for all eternity, seemed to hang in the air. Nobody was immune to it. 

The people I fought beside in the military had thought that I was fearless. Nobody knew that I acted the way I did only because I had to be brave for the people around me. I am not a brave man, except when I have to be brave for others. If I had been alone, I never would have done many of the acts that I became known for. Once again, the need to protect those around me filled my heart with an icy, ruthless courage and I made my way to the front of the line. Even Diana was glancing about nervously, and I knew that I would be willing to fight the Devil himself if I had to protect my loved ones. Almost unconsciously, I bushed my wrist along the clip that held my knife accessible in my pocket.

A warm hand wrapped itself around mine, and I looked over to see Heather's frightened face. I found her presence comforting. 

I thought briefly about the king that I had seen in my dreams and his promise to me of some sort of special treasure. I thought of the centuries that good, holy men and spent trying unsuccessfully to destroy it, and failing that, had hidden in hopes that it would stay lost for all of eternity. I thought of what Erin had said about some nameless thing that had trapped human souls here in this wretched tomb for centuries. I had a really bad feeling about this entire situation. If the priests wanted this Acrato- whatever-the-Hell-his-name-was to have his treasure lost for eternity, then that should be good enough for me. His friendliness couldn't change the fact that something here was far more malevolent than anything that I had ever previously experienced. And I have experienced far more evil in my life than most people.

Our footsteps echoed in the dimly lit room. Aside from that, it was quite literally as quiet as a grave. 

"The bones of the French settlers and British loyalists were placed in a small room here. There's only one room off of this one, and the doorway is right through here," Erin gestured down a narrow hallway that was almost invisible in the dim yellow light. "There aren't any records of the bones being moved," she said as she opened a decaying wooden door into the room, "but the bones aren't here anymore."

Pulling the small pocket flashlight that I always carry with me out of my pocket, I shone the beam into the pitch-black darkness behind the door. I could imagine no more wretched of a final resting place than the dark, dank, cobweb-filled room that I saw before me.

"The bones are still here," said Lisa in a quiet voice that echoed eerily off of the stone walls.

Walking down to the end of the hallway, Lisa stopped at a particularly large, flat stone in the floor. I felt vaguely sick at my stomach. "Back when I was a teenager, I was dating this kind of sleazy older guy that wanted to look for the treasure, and he wanted to look here in the basement. I told him that the basement wasn't built back when the treasure was hidden, but he said that maybe the priests had re-hidden it. I told him that was stupid, but he said that he wanted to come look around in the basement anyway. We checked a few loose rocks in the wall, and then he noticed that this rock was a lot larger and flatter than the ones around it. He had a claw hammer and a screwdriver with him, and I told him to leave the rock alone, but he said that he thought that it was loose. It wasn't. The dumbass started using the screwdriver like a chisel and chipping away at the mortar around the rock. I wanted to yell at him because I thought Dad would kill me for bringing the idiot here and letting him deface the church, but I also didn't want to get caught so I decided not to yell. In a few minutes, he had the rock pried up, and I saw that underneath it there was a square opening that led downwards. It smelled terrible. He shined a light down there, and came back screaming that it was full of human bones. I tried to get the idiot calmed down so that he could put the rock back where it belonged. Just about that time there was a terrible burning sulfur smell, and a black shape with red eyes came up out of the hole towards us. My boyfriend swore later that it told him it would eat his soul, but all I heard was a growling sound. My boyfriend actually had marks through the back of his shirt like something with three claws had taken a swing at him as he was running away. Anyway, we both ran like hell but he beat me out of the basement by a long shot. I broke up with him that night, and it took me three days to get the courage to come back down here to put the rock back the way it was so Dad wouldn't find out. But when I came back, the rock was right where it had been before we moved it. I don't know who replaced it, and I only stayed there for a few seconds."

The oppressive feeling that we all felt here in the basement, the brimstone smell Lisa was describing, the scratches on Lisa's ex-boyfriend, and her description of the entity that had manifested in this basement all sounded to me like hallmarks of a demonic haunting. The bad feeling I had about this investigation was rapidly getting a lot worse. Again I regretted bringing my inexperienced family members along with me. We were probably in way over our heads. Diane and I exchanged a worried glance.

"I never suspected anything, and I don't think Dad did, either. You're right, he would have been plenty pissed at both of you!" Erin said to her sister.

"How big was the room?" Sarah asked.

"I'm not sure, but I think it's probably larger than you would guess from just looking at that rock," said Lisa 

"Large enough for someone to sit in it and monitor it for the night?" Sarah asked. "If we could set up a video camera and then do some shit to piss off Grendel or Beelzebub or whatever-the..."

"No. Dad said that there were some things in the church that we shouldn't disturb. He didn't say what they were, but... just no. This is why he didn't want us doing the walk-through without him." Erin cut Sarah off. Erin usually had very nice manners, but she clearly was not a fan of the way that Sarah was talking.

"And why not?" Sarah interjected. "You know as well as I do that your Dad was probably talking about wanting us to leave the papers in his office and stuff like that alone and to not do anything stupid or disrespectful while we're here. He'll probably think it's pretty cool that we found a hidden room that he probably didn't know about, and I can't think of any possible reason that he would mind us checking it out. Besides, the mortar around the stone is already broken, so we can get the stone out without doing any more damage to the church. John is strong enough to move it. If we want to get paranormal evidence for your Dad, and there's some sort of evil spirit guarding that place, then we should go there and see if we can piss it off and get it to do something. If we're committed to doing a good job here, then let's do a good job. I'll sit in there by myself if I have to."

"You really want to do this, don't you?" Lisa asked with nervous resignation.

"I feel like we have to," Heather said quietly.

I was shocked to hear Heather take that position. I didn't like the idea of Sarah sitting in the tomb during the investigation, but for now it wouldn't hurt to at least take a look inside of it and see what we would be dealing with from a logistics standpoint if we did decide to put someone in there. Despite the unpleasant feeling I had in my gut, I knew that the odds of a demon manifesting in the room with us at the moment were relatively low. "Erin? Lisa? Do you think it's OK if I move the rock?"

"Be my guest," Erin said in a nervous attempt at being nonchalant.

The large, flat paving-stone moved more easily with my bare hands than I would have expected, and soon I was looking at two huge square beams of ancient, rotting, hand-hewn wood. Between them was an opening about two feet square. A nauseating stench wafted from the icy depths of the hidden chamber. It did not smell of fresh decay. The foul air that had been contained beneath our feet reeked of old death and misery that had resided in this place for far, far too long. Ancient wickedness and suffering had eternally infused the very stones beneath our feet with a foul and repellant odor that made my stomach churn and my hair rise on the back of my neck. It was an indescribably repulsive scent that I had never experienced before and hoped to never experience again, but it filled my mind with morbid thoughts of eldritch horrors that could survive unchanged for aeons. Shining my pocket flashlight down, I saw the bones. Neatly piled against a wall, the yellowing skeletons had been combined into orderly heaps, with the skulls resting atop a pile of long arm and leg bones, and other piles containing the ribs, pelvises, vertebrae, and other small irregular bits of bony matter. I suddenly realized that the room that I had considered the most wretched final resting place imaginable just seconds ago was nowhere near as miserable as the cramped grave I was now beholding.

I climbed down into the dark, claustrophobic chamber and looked around, choking on the corrupted air as my foot splashed into a shallow puddle of foul, stagnant water. The room was a small, cube-shaped chamber, maybe five feet on each side, and with not quite enough room to stand without bumping my head on the filthy, cobweb-covered ceiling. The slimy stone walls were wet with water seepage and noisome growths of unwholesome and unnatural-looking mold, and they glittered with white nitre and water droplets. Sarah began climbing down after me, and I looked around for a place for me to move out of her way without disturbing the dead.

"Uh, Sarah?" I tried to warn her as she climbed down. I didn't know if there was going to be enough room for the two of us to be down here together without knocking over a pile of bones.

There is a certain scream that a human being can only make when they are truly in the utmost extremity of mortal terror. It is a grisly, blood-curdling sound that instinctively communicates an all-consuming horror to anyone that hears it. That particular type of scream is the instinctive final act of a doomed human being, a ghastly and animalistic shriek to which our earliest ancestors instinctively gave unspeakable utterance in their last desperate moments of life. This was a sound that served no purpose aside from warning the rest of the tribe in order that they might live to flee from the greatest of horrors. And when that sound comes from someone you love, it is truly the most shocking and abhorrent sound in the world. That sound, ripped from half a dozen throats, is what suddenly burst upon my ears from above at that moment. The memory of the sound that I heard at that moment will haunt my darkest nightmares for as long as I shall live. My muscles tightened like drawn bowstrings as I instantly knew that the ladies above me were in fear for their lives.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 03



The air was instantly thick with the toxic, acidic, choking stench of burning brimstone. Sarah was entirely blocking the only opening out of the small tomb. She looked above herself and screamed in abject terror as she leaped down into the chamber. She knocked me over, and together we fell into a pile of the moldering skeletal remains that scattered and crumbled like rotting twigs beneath our combined weight. It sounded like utter pandemonium up there, but I could see nothing. The dim yellow electric light that had illuminated the room had gone out entirely, and my flashlight had been knocked from my hand and now illuminated nothing but crumbling bones and part of a filthy stone wall. In my efforts to lead the way and place myself in the most frightening and uncomfortable position, I had paradoxically placed myself in the place furthest from danger. Uttering the foulest curses imaginable, I scrambled to my feet as I fumbled for my flashlight. Leaping past Sarah, I lunged into the basement with a savage war cry. I was ready to defend my friends against whatever threat they were facing, even if it meant fighting to my last drop of blood.

I felt my heart freeze in my chest as I beheld the dark shape that was illuminated within the dim, trembling beam of Diana's flashlight. It was a blasphemous embodiment of horror and living darkness such as I had never imagined could be allowed to exist in this world. The hulking, grotesquely deformed beast was roughly humanoid in shape. Bloody strips of rotting flesh hung in dripping tendrils from the long, elk-like antlers that thrust outward from the beast's gigantic, malformed skull. Its emaciated and desiccated flesh was as dark as living shadow pulled taut upon its starved and skeletal frame. The aberration's gluttonous maw was hideously lipless as it gaped wide at us, revealing decaying rows of long, jagged, carnivorous teeth and an oversized tongue that had been gnawed and shredded into inflamed and purulent rag-like strips of fibrous, putrefying flesh.

By far the most horrifying aspects of the beast were its eyes. Elongated into curved and misshapen slits, the eyes wordlessly spoke of unimaginable hatred, implacable cruelty, and timeless evil. And they also spoke of something else: a gluttonous, covetous need for something- something the nature of which I dared not even guess. Those eyes would have been like those of no living creature even if they had not been glowing malevolently in the dark room like coals ripped from the very pits of Hell. 

Diana had placed herself between her friends and the monster. She was crouched into a low fighting stance, her eyes narrowed ferociously and her mouth curled into a vicious, wolf-like snarl. She held her flashlight clutched tightly in one trembling hand, and a small folding knife held blade-downward in the other. "I'll hold it off," I heard Diana growl to her friends. "The rest of you get the fuck out of here!" 

I could hear Erin praying rapidly in the words of Psalm 68. "Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered! Let them also that hate him flee before him..."

The rest of the girls behind Diana ignored her order as they stood frozen in mindless terror. I could not blame them. Brave men have been reduced to gibbering lunatics by lesser horrors than that which stood before us now.

"Goddamnit, I said run!" Diana bellowed, her voice tight with terror as she slowly retreated, keeping herself between the beast and her friends.

Slowly, the trunks of the aberration's massive legs moved as it advanced towards Diana, gloating hungrily over its prize. The beast was in no hurry, and seemed to be feeding from the fear that it knew it could instill. It growled deeply, filling the air with a disgusting and horrifying sound that seemed to shake the very walls. My beautiful best friend did not even flinch as she stood courageously between the beast and her companions, her knuckles white as they clutched her tiny pocketknife. As the monster advanced towards Diana, I knew that there was little chance of her surviving a fight against this monstrous beast. But she was willing to sacrifice herself to give the rest of us a chance, and I could not let that happen while I still drew breath.

Erin's voice rose feverishly, her words reverberating from the stone walls of the tomb. "...as wax melteth before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God!"

My blood felt like it was boiling in my veins. Too many people I have cared about have been killed before my eyes already, and either I would send this blasphemous aberration back to the flaming pits that spawned it or I would die in the attempt. "Diana, you and these girls need to get the fuck out of here! Now!" I roared savagely as I leapt between her and the beast. I have seldom used that voice to give orders before, but I have never had them disobeyed when I did. I didn't take my eye off of my enemy to see whether or not the ladies were doing as I had asked.

In a single blur of motion born from decades of intense martial arts practice, I whipped the large tactical lock-blade knife from my pocket and flicked it open even as I skipped towards the creature. With an unearthly, hair-raising war-cry, I launched a powerful side-kick towards where I judged that its solar plexus would be, and in the same movement I lashed out with my knife in a vicious, snakelike feint-and-stab combination with which I intended to brutally tear through the creature's left lung and aorta. I am an accomplished martial artist, and I know from experience that the kick would have been more than sufficient to splinter concrete, and the scalpel-sharp five-inch blade of my knife is even deadlier.

Even as I attacked the horror, I realized the futility of my actions. My foot met with no resistance at all as it tore impotently through the creature, feeling nothing but an impossible, frostbite-inducing cold that froze my leg with incapacitating agony as my foot plunged through nothingness. My razor-sharp blade, however, felt as though it were ripping through an ooze of slimy and gelatinous flesh embedded with brittle rib bones that crumbled before it like chalk. I saw purulent, coagulated yellow ochre bubble and gush from the horrific wound that I inflicted in the beast's chest. The arrogance in the beast's eyes was immediately replaced with horror and agony as it responded to being stabbed; clearly it had never had cause to fear mortal weapons before today.

The lack of resistance to my ineffectual kick already had me terribly off balance when a clawed fist slammed into my gut with the force of a wrecking ball. Despite the crushing pain of the powerful blow, the greatest source of agony for me was the unbearable cold that seemed to suck every ounce of warmth from my body through the place where the monster's fist struck me. I never saw the blow coming in the darkness, and I could not even partially block or deflect it. My blood roared in my ears as I was torn from my feet like a paper toy and slammed hard into a cold stone wall with such force that the air was crushed from my lungs. My knife kicked up a shower of orange and yellow sparks as the blade struck forcefully against the wall. My only weapon spun uselessly from my hand and was lost in the darkness. I tried desperately to cling to consciousness as I slumped like a rag doll to the cold, damp stones of the floor.

I was back in the familiar clearing in the woods, but now it was occupied only by myself and the now-familiar figure in his purple robe, relaxing in his wooden throne and looking at me with merry amusement. "Well done, young man! I haven't been so pleased with a mortal in ages; you couldn't possibly understand how much good you have just done for me and for your whole little world, my young friend! Oh, I'm sure you have figured out by now that you're unconscious back in your own reality. Don't worry; you will wake up in just a few minutes, and I can promise you that your friends are all quite safe."

"How the FUCK are they safe in a room with THAT damned thing?" I roared furiously. My hands trembled with rage. My face was flushed, my breathing was deep and rapid, and my heart was pounding within my chest like a powerful steam engine. My adrenal medulla continued to pump a river of epinephrine and norepinephrine through my veins and arteries as my sympathetic nervous system continued to respond to a brief but savage battle that had already ended. I was in still very much in fear for the lives of those that I loved, and enraged that the man before me didn't seem concerned by this.

Acratophorus took a long, slow sip of dark wine from a goblet of heavy, ornately carved silver. Then he smiled at me with maddening patience and a confident expression that, to put it very mildly, completely failed to reflect the level of gravity that I felt was warranted. I noticed, however, that his eyes did not mirror his smile. For God's sake, my friends were trapped in a basement with a demon, and he looked like he thought this was a goddamned social event! 

Acratophorus spoke, his voice deep and even. "First of all, I would like to caution you against ever taking that sort of tone with any god, mortal. I like you, and I'm famously good-natured, but some of my fellows aren't so tolerant of lapses in good judgment. Oh, it's OK. I'm not angry. But watch yourself. Now, as far as your friends are concerned, don't worry. As I have already told you, they are completely safe. Between the enchantments I put on your knife, Erin's prayers, and that nifty little technique you used, the monster was dissipating into nothingness even before you were entirely unconscious! I'm not going to start killing evil spirits on my own and risk provoking a wider conflict, but there's no reason that I can't put a special blessing on a friend's knife." He winked at me and chuckled as though he thought that the two of us had just conspired to play a hilarious practical joke on someone that neither of us liked. "By the way, you're the first mortal I've seen using an enchanted blade to kill a beast like that in quite some time! Even with a magical blade, most mortals- well, we don't need to worry about that at this point now, do we? Bravo!"

I started to speak, but Acratophorus excitedly cut me off. "The little adventure you just had caused you and your pretty little cousin to disturb the bones down in the pit, which you otherwise wouldn't have touched out of respect for the dead. Now you'll find my treasure there when you look for it! And since everyone in your expedition has seen what I'm certain that they will regard as very convincing evidence of what you would call 'paranormal activity' occurring within the church, I'm certain that any continuation of tonight's investigation will be entirely unnecessary. They'll want to take you back to the house and make certain that you're all right."

Acratophorus took another sip of wine. "What you destroyed wasn't a demon. Creatures like what you killed are seldom seen these days, but some people on your continent used to refer to them, among other things, as Chenoos, Wendigos, or Giwakwas. Most cultures that have a name for monsters like that call them things that can roughly be translated as 'ice cannibals' or something to that effect. They can take a variety of appearances, but none of them are easily destroyed. Unless, of course, you're using a weapon that has been specially enchanted by a god!" He winked. "Or, in your case, multiple gods. Erin's prayers gave you even more of an edge against the beast than I had anticipated."

I tried to consider what the god had just related to me but my mind was still buzzing with a heady cocktail of fear and rage, and it would still be a few more minutes before I was fully capable of intelligent conversation. "Are those things you just mentioned anything like the Ice Giants from Norse mythology?" I asked, trying to relate the beast I had just killed to something with which I would be familiar. I knew that I had heard the term "Wendigo" in a story by Algernon Blackwood that I had once read, but I knew nothing about the creatures beyond that.

Acratophorus smiled, his displeasure now truly gone and replaced with good-natured amusement. "You mean the Jotnar? No, friend, although I can see why you might get them confused. I've personally known a few Ice Giants in my day. In fact, one of them taught me how to make mead when I was younger. You would have wanted a much bigger knife, I can tell you that much! No, my friend, the particular beast you killed was once a noble, but proud, shaman from a small tribe of American Indians that was massacred by another tribe roughly 5,000 years ago. You've never heard of either tribe. Mad with grief for his slaughtered family, and blaming himself for not being able to save them, the shaman rashly chose to engage in a grisly, unholy ritual in which he sold himself to a demon in exchange for the power to exact revenge for his dead loved ones. He has been trapped in the form in which you saw him ever since. I can assure you that he regretted his decision even before his demonic master forced him to massacre and devour the last of those that had wronged his people. Killing his enemies did nothing to ease his grief for his murdered family. Long after his enemies had gone to their eternal rest in the afterlife, the shaman was forced to exist as a hideous beast that was neither alive nor dead, neither spiritual nor physical. He was a horror and an abomination, even to himself, and doomed to spend eternity unloved and alone. At night, he was forced to rise again, driven by an all-encompassing hunger to prey upon the living even as his loved ones mourned and wept for him in the afterlife. It was a horrifying existence for both the shaman and for those unfortunate enough to encounter him."

I was still trembling at the memory of the ancient horror I had slain, and I shuddered at the thought that it had once been a man. Acratophorus saw my expression and wordlessly offered me his wine goblet, but I felt a bit sick at my stomach from the adrenaline. I held up a hand and shook my head in a polite but silent refusal before the god resumed speaking.

"Long ago, the Mohican Indians that lived in this area realized the danger that the monster posed to their community, and their holiest priests spent months fasting and engaging in in a sacred ritual to consecrate the ground above where the creature hid during the daylight, in order to prevent the beast from rising at night. After the ritual was complete, the beast did not rise to trouble them again. Even so, it was still there, imprisoned just beneath the sacred ground and sleeplessly waiting to be released. When the French moved into the area, they built the church on this site when the local Mohican and Massachusett Indians insisted that it was important that they keep the land sacred. This effectively kept the beast trapped beneath the church in the same location where he had been entombed for millennia. Years later, other Christian priests took advantage of the monster's presence when choosing a location to hide my treasure from the world."

"Your heroics did not simply protect yourself and your friends while doing me- and perhaps the whole of your species- an immense favor. A favor for which I promise to richly reward you, I might add. You have freed the old shaman from thousands of years of a wretched and horrifying existence. And in doing that, you also freed other spirits that the unholy presence of the beast had kept trapped in this world with him, unable to enter the afterlife prepared for them."

I spoke with my anger feeling somewhat lessened now that I knew that my loved ones were safe and the terror and excitement of the moment was beginning to pass. "Well, sir, it would have been nice to know about that thing in advance."

Acratophorus sighed sadly and regarded me with a penitent expression on his face. When he spoke, he sounded as though he was attempting to gently and patiently explain a difficult concept to someone that was too young and inexperienced to understand it. "Warning you about what you were going to face ahead of time would have been quite impossible, my young friend. For one thing, you and your cousin wouldn't have fallen on the bones and uncovered my treasure if you had known what was coming. Plus, you have to consider the other implications of my deliberate plotting with you to kill a monster that is bound to a demon. As it is, both of us have plausible explanations for our actions. I blessed a friend's knife because I like you and I knew that you would enjoy owning a magical blade, and you simply acted out of instinct to protect your loved ones. The demon won't be happy that you freed his slave and those who, in turn, his slave had unwittingly kept imprisoned here with his unholy influence. But as it is, the demon and his fellows won't regard our elimination of his servant as justification for a wider and more destructive conflict, and they are very unlikely to risk actively seeking revenge against either of us. If I had warned you about the monster and told you what to do to slay him, then our actions would have been regarded as much more deliberate and premeditated on our part. Oh, yes, they have ways of knowing about such things, mortal. They can read your thoughts just as easily as I can, and that might have led to some very unfortunate consequences for you, which in turn would be unfortunate for me and for many others as well. Look, my young friend, I'm very sorry to have put you and your friends through such a traumatic event, even though I know that both you and Diana have already dealt with far worse in your past. After all, nobody actually died this time, right? Even your enemy was simply liberated from being trapped inside of a monstrosity and given a chance for a normal afterlife if he wants it. If you will provide me with a simple offering, I will have the energy to heal you of the injuries you sustained back in your own reality. It's really the least I can do for you. Please, would you allow me to do that?"

Wandering in from the wood line, I saw two attractive young ladies wearing conservatively cut, very old-fashioned dresses of white linen. They reminded me of some engravings that I had seen at Jamestown. Both of the ladies were very petite, with neither of them being much over five feet tall. Their faces were similar enough that they were almost certainly mother and daughter. One of them was a lithe, almost gangly teenager and the other looked barely old enough to be her mother. They blushed and flashed sweet, embarrassed smiles as they curtsied politely.

Acratophorus bowed towards the two young ladies that had joined us. "These ladies are two of the French settlers that were killed a few years ago at the site of the church. In your world, they're what you would call ghosts. The monster's presence cursed the place where their bones were buried, and they were unable to enter the afterlife until you destroyed it. As a result, they have been haunting the church for quite a long time by human standards. Yes, they're the two 'White Dress Ladies' that your friends knew when they were children. But here, in this reality, they can take physical forms identical to their old bodies. After all, being dead in one reality doesn't make you dead in others. As I've told you before, I made this little reality we're in just for you. You're effectively the reigning deity here. If you want these young ladies to be able to speak fluently in modern English, or yourself to understand their French, just will it and it will happen. Just don't expect your new language skills to work back in the world you're used to. You'll always be able to access this place in your dreams if you want, and as I saw you accomplish with that pretty little stream and the cabin, you can build onto it all that you like."




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 03



"For now, as I said, I need an offering. As you know, nothing happens without some sort of energy being expended. Some gods, and most demons for that matter, prefer energy from- well, let's just say 'other sources', but I prefer sexual energy. When human beings mate, a tremendous amount of spiritual energy is generated. Some of that energy can go into creating the soul of any offspring that are produced, although the conversion of spiritual energy into a mortal soul isn't a very efficient process. Normally, if conception does not occur, the energy that a couple produces during lovemaking is wastefully dissipated into the environment. It's like putting a candle outside on a cold night; the heat and light normally dissipate into their surroundings until the energy becomes chaotic nothingness. But as a god, I can collect, harness, and use all forms of spiritual energy. That's what you will soon be able to help me do. I shall become more powerful than I have in millennia, and you as my high-priest shall have everything you have ever desired. And I mean everything. You and your loved ones have already given me more energy than I have had in centuries. I just need a little bit more to once again become powerful enough to heal you in your own world. And I can assure you that you will find fulfilling your destiny to be nothing if not pleasurable."

I gestured towards the youngest of the two. "Are you certain that this is all right? Did they agree to this? What's going on here?"

Acratophorus looked kindly at me and the ladies. "Can you imagine how lonely it would be to experience two hundred years of being constantly awake and spending most of your time trapped in pitch-blackness, unable to feel or see anything? Imagine what it would be like to experience life as an insubstantial shadow. These two ladies have been living that existence since before your country was even a nation. It has been centuries since either of them has felt a warm embrace. They are here because they want to be, young friend. I did not make them come here. It is noble that you are concerned for their well-being and their wishes, and it is partially because of that nobility that their wishes are to be with you. They saw you rescue them. They have, as spirits, seen your soul and, consequently, know a great deal more about you than you might guess. They can see you for who you truly are, and they love and respect you for it. And they want to bond with you in the most natural way they can."

I thought about what he had said, and looked over at the two pretty young ladies. For the first time in centuries, they were feeling a fresh, gentle breeze and warm sunlight on their faces. And the first thing they wanted to do was make love to me. I felt unbelievably humbled and unworthy of such an immense honor, but I was determined to make certain that they would not regret their decision. I would make the experience whatever they wished for it to be.

The ancient god smiled at me, as though approving of my thoughts. "Well, I suppose that I should leave you and these ladies in peace. I have many important things to do, and very little time in which to do them. Take all the time you want; I've made sure that only a few seconds will pass in the waking world. I don't usually like to mess with time, but I'm making an exception in this case. But, before I go, you might find this helpful." He gestured to an empty spot on the grass and the image of an ornate canopy bed shimmered in the air like sparkling molten gold before solidifying into a large, comfortable-looking piece of furniture covered with soft blankets and thick pillows. Giving me a smile and a wink, he faded away into nothingness, leaving me alone with two phantom women that looked every bit as real as anyone I had ever met.

I looked over at the two ladies and nervously flashed them a friendly smile. They looked beautiful and pure in their archaic clothing, and I wished that there would be more time just to chat and get to know them. It would be fascinating for me to hear the life story of someone that had lived so long ago and to simply discuss daily life with them. I wondered what I should say or do. Acratophorus hadn't even told me their names! Hadn't Erin called them Rachel and Cherry?

Taking Acratophorus' advice, I focused on speaking in 18th century French and hoped that I wouldn't make a fool of myself. Even if I knew the language, I knew very little about these women or the culture and customs with which they would be familiar. I greeted them as politely as I could, and told them my name as part of an effort to initiate some sort of normal conversation. I couldn't tell whether they understood me or if I had just made up some words that I thought sounded French. Personally, I thought that I sounded like an amorous cartoon skunk. 

The ladies didn't immediately respond. Instead, the two women wordlessly approached me with gleeful mischief in their eyes. I was reminded of the attitude of cats that are determined to play with a new toy. 

The eldest of the women gently pushed me back onto the bed. I willed myself to understand her as she spoke, and was a bit surprised when I understood her archaic French as though I had been speaking it my whole life. Her voice was soft and pleasant, and her beautiful accent added a gentle grace to her words.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, John, although asking about our health is perhaps unnecessary under the circumstances. I am less dead now than I have been, no? I am Rachelle, and this is my daughter, Cherise." The elder of the two women said this with a benign smirk, as though she found the formality of introductions humorous under the circumstances. She climbed atop me, and I found that she was surprisingly light. I gathered that her voluminous clothing hid a very petite, willowy frame. Her slender face was tanned from life in what had been a wild frontier in her day. She looked at me with happy, sparkling, emerald-green eyes as she wrapped slender arms around me and planted a chaste kiss on my cheek. Her scent was pleasant, and reminded me vaguely of honeysuckle, oak leaves, campfires, and the comfortable, sleepy scent of a woman's nightclothes. I wrapped my arms around her in turn as she kissed me on the mouth with increasing passion. Our kiss slowly built intensity until our lips opened. Our tongues met hesitantly at first, but were soon writhing wetly together with building passion. Even through her petticoats and other layers of clothing I could tell that she was rubbing herself against my hardness. 

Rachelle broke the kiss and her eyes met mine. "It has been a long time since I've felt the comfort of a man. I have never known the body of any man but my husband, but I am a widow now. I have been a widow for a very, very long time." She kissed me on the lips gently. I tried not to think of the moldering bones that had crumbled when I fell upon them beneath the old church. "We have waited in silent darkness for over two centuries for you, my daughter and I. This has been fated. Now we are yours to have, and we will have you as well. Love me, please," she whispered sweetly. "Love me forever."

I kissed Rachelle on the lips, as her gangly teenaged daughter climbed onto the bed beside us. Cherise's demeanor reflected a nervous desire to be close to her mother and I, but she moved with a hesitancy that seemed to betray a fear of doing something wrong or inappropriate. The teenager's conflicting feelings of desire and fear, combined with what had probably been a strict upbringing regarding sexual matters, warred in the strikingly beautiful green eyes that she had inherited from her mother. In the end, desire won out. Rachelle smiled sweetly as her daughter moved to lay close against us. 

Cherise's eyes sparkled from her adorable freckled face as she leaned in and kissed me sweetly. "I have never kissed a man before," she whispered. "Nor have I ever been kissed by one." Her youthful voice was tight and trembling with controlled passion, and her accent seemed beautiful and exotic.

I reached over, and Cherise squealed with laughter as I pulled her towards her mother and I. "We might soon have to change that!" I suggested as I took her head gently in my hand and guided her angelic face towards my own. Our lips gently pressed together and moved with a slow tenderness befitting her inexperience. I felt her warm breath on my face, and she sighed sweetly and beautifully into my mouth.

"My first kiss." Cherise murmured dreamily. Her eyes closed demurely, as though she wanted to focus on the sensation and remember this moment forever. Her voice was strained with emotion as she whispered again. "And very soon you shall also have my virginity." Her antique French accent, born of a long-vanished frontier, sounded at once both sweet and formal. Cherise's voice, more than her words, lent the rite of passage which she would soon experience an air of the most intimate and beautiful of acts. She opened her eyes half-way, peering at me shyly as though she were afraid that I might be offended by her bold statement. I rewarded her with a gentle kiss.

"Not yet, my sweetness." Rachelle whispered quietly. "For now, just watch. You shall have plenty of time to not be a virgin after today."

I rolled over on top of Rachelle, and the older woman began hiking up her dress and petticoats. She was wearing thick, dark-brown, knee-high woolen stockings beneath her dress. Her fine leg hairs reminded me that women living on the 18th century frontier wouldn't have shaved their legs, but on Rachelle, they were attractive. We kissed again, this time with increased passion as her hands pulled me hard towards her face. She broke the kiss and looked over at her daughter. "Sweetheart, this man is going to make love to me, just like your father used to do. I want you to watch, because in a moment, you shall lose your virginity and I want you to know something of what to expect. That is more preparation for the act than I was granted. You're going to become a woman today Cherise!" Rachelle looked at me as she trembled in anticipation. "Please don't think badly of me, sir. I am not a woman of loose morals, but I have not felt the touch of a man in two centuries. My daughter, Cherise, she is a virtuous girl and has never felt the touch of a man at all, and she has dreamed of this day for over two hundred years! Please be kind and gentle with her!" She spoke urgently as her clothing slid upwards, revealing her sex. I shouldn't have been surprised that women on the frontier would have been unlikely to wear panties. Rachelle's pubic region was adorned with sparse, fine wisps of curly brown hair that did nothing to conceal the clean womanly slit from which the lithe teenager beside us had been born many, many years ago.

Rachelle and I kissed with increased fervor as I reached down and ran my hand through the soft hair that covered her nether region, and she closed her eyes and arched her back with an audible inhalation as my finger brushed her moist opening. My heart pounded in my chest, and my head swam and buzzed in the heady giddiness of sexual excitement. 

"I'm ready, lover. Please, take me!" Rachelle pleaded softly with closed eyes.

I slid from atop Rachelle and stood on the grass of the clearing, dropping my vest and pulling my shirt over my head. Mother and daughter alike watched with wide-eyed fascination as I disrobed. Perhaps removing all of one's clothes, even for sex, wasn't something to which they were accustomed. Certainly this would not have been something that they would have seen with any regularity in the dark church basement. Perhaps it had simply been a very long time since Rachelle had seen a naked man. As I slid my pants down, they both had their eyes fixed intently upon my swollen member. Cherise had never before seen anything of a naked man, and she looked at my body with nervous excitement and anticipation.

Soon I was back on the bed with Rachelle, my hands running over her clothed stomach and the rumpled cloth that she had pulled up to expose her most private parts to my sight and my touch. We kissed as my hand worked its way down to the soft hairs of her vulva and the swollen lips of her labia. She instinctively spread her legs wider and inhaled sharply, almost as though in physical pain, but the look on her face spoke of anything but discomfort. I touched her, feeling her soft vaginal lips part to accept my fingers. Soon my fingers were inside of her, feeling the warm liquid heat of her most intimate parts. Her fluids weren't as thick as those of most other women I had been with, feeling more watery. I wished that I could take more of her clothing off, but her garments appeared to have been elaborately designed for the sole purpose of being difficult to remove, and my lust-clouded brain refused to devote the energy to this task that it would have required. As if sensing my thoughts, Rachelle reached up and moved the top of her dress down to expose her large, succulent breasts with round, pink, silver-dollar sized areolas and the firm nipples that had provided nourishment for her daughter so many years ago.

"Please, sir! Now! I need it now!" Rachelle demanded, pulling me back on top of her and pulling me forward. I felt the tip of my penis brush the soft hairs of her pussy, and I felt the hot moisture that greeted me at her opening. She gasped sweetly. 

I pushed forward at her urging, but she was incredibly tight for a woman who had undergone childbirth. Rachelle pulled me towards her with desperation, as though unable to live for another second without my cock buried deep inside of her yearning body. Again she reminded me of a cat who, upon seeing food, often acts as though she will starve if forced to wait for even a single second more before feasting.

I pulled my hips back and spread Rachelle's vaginal lips, placing my glans inside of the shiny pink opening that I revealed between her spread labia. Her flesh felt warm, soft, and inviting. Rachelle pulled me towards her again while thrusting herself rhythmically against my cock. The first half of my penis entered her in a single sudden event that seemed to catch us both by surprise. I gently moved my penis back and forth until her lubrication was well enough distributed to allow me to make love to her in earnest. Soon we were rutting together in full force, the merging of our bodies muffled by the rustling of her bunched garments. Pretty young Cherise gawked at us with wide, excited eyes as she watched me make love to her mother.

I moved my hips to allow me to reach down and gently massage Rachelle's erect clitoris as my cock pistoned in and out of her sweltering depths. She uttered inarticulate gasps as her body responded to my attention, and her vagina became even wetter. 

Looking over, I noticed that Cherise had climbed from the bed and was making a small mound of her clothing. The teenager completely disrobed, her eyes glued upon her mother and I and our rhythmically merging genitals. It seemed to take her ages to remove her clothing, revealing pure white skin that contrasted endearingly with the tanned and freckled skin of her face and hands. She was very slender, with narrow, girlish hips and small, firm breasts sprouting from a chest with clearly visible ribs. 

Lying nude beside her mother, Cherise propped herself up on her slender arms and watched with fascination as my cock disappeared into the magical cleft between her mother's legs, only to re-emerge slick and glistening with a fine layer of vaginal juices. Cherise's beautiful, emerald-green eyes were riveted upon the scene before her, her face was flushed, and her small, perky, breasts heaved with each heavy breath. Between her legs, her wispy blonde pubic hair glinted beautifully in the sunlight but it did nothing to hide the beautiful virginal folds that marked her womanhood. Her pubic hair was so sparse, so fine, and so light-colored that in other light I might have hardly even seen it.

The large, fleshy mounds of Rachelle's delightful breasts were jiggling and rocking up and down in a fantastic, wavelike manner as our bodies thrust together. She was bucking madly at me, her body trembling and convulsing as her birth canal contracted in powerful spasms around my cock. She cried out inarticulately as her body tightened upon my manhood, demanding the release of my life-giving fluids into her greedy womb. "Aaah!" she cried, "Give yourself to me, even as I give myself to you! Pour your seed deep into my belly, and bind us together for all time!"

I had never heard a woman say something like that during sex, but it's hard to know what an 18th century French settler might view as normal in the bedroom. I shuddered as I felt myself join her in climax, my fluids rushing up and spurting deep into the depths of Rachelle's slender, beautiful body.

Cherise was silent with awe as she watched me engage in the sacred act of procreation with her mother from no more than a foot away. Still buried to the hilt inside of her mother's body, my penis bucked and issued forth a torrent of sperm-rich fluids deep into Rachelle's hot womb. What would happen if I somehow impregnated these women who had been dead for over two centuries? Was such a thing even possible?

Cherise smiled serenely at her mother as I lay on top of Rachelle, my manhood still twitching as it lay buried inside of her warm, slick vagina. "So this is how you and Father made me so long ago? That was beautiful." she said in a reverent whisper. Rachelle's brow was red with exertion and moist with fine sweat, and our chests rose together with our gasping breaths. Still, my member was rampant inside of her, ready for more of the act that it had been made to perform.

Rolling onto her back, Cherise spread her legs, doing her best to imitate her mother's body position. "Sir, I have always dreamed of being completely nude and uncovered on my wedding night, hiding nothing from the man who loved me and claimed me as his own. I wanted to feel as though every part of me was loved, and that I was accepted in my entirety with nothing to hide. My wedding night will never come now; I died without even having experienced my first kiss! I need you to be love and sweetness for me now, and I shall give you my cherished maidenhood along with my undying love. No woman has ever preserved her freshness for longer than I, I am sure of it! Let my mother's body serve to cool your ardor, so that you can be gentle with my deflowering."

Rachelle turned and spoke to her daughter while my rampant cock was still fully sheathed in the slick tunnel that had once given birth to the beautiful young girl. "He will be gentle with you, my sweetness. Don't be surprised if it hurts a bit, though. I have only been with your father, but I suspect that this gentleman has a larger member than most men." And then, looking to me, Rachelle spoke quietly and solemnly. "The time has come for you to make my daughter a woman."

There was a deliciously wet sound as I pulled my turgid cock from Rachelle's sopping tunnel. Taking a moment to relax, I lay on my back between the two women. Rachelle's fluids, thoroughly mixed with my own, dripped in a clear stream from my cock down to form a tiny pool on my stomach, and Cherise reached over with a small, slender finger, and hesitantly touched the fluids. She rubbed her fingers together experimentally, feeling the slickness of the sexual liquids, and then she held the sticky substance on her finger up to inspect it more closely. Cherise pinched her finger and her thumb together before spreading them apart, watching the fluids stretch into a transparent film that soon burst like a bubble, leaving a thin liquid filament that still connected her finger and thumb. She smiled, clearly amused at the substance that her mother and I had magically produced. With a mischievous grin, she stuck her finger in her mouth to taste it.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 03



"Cherise!" Rachelle exclaimed in shock.

But Cherise paid no attention to her mother. Smiling at me in a manner that seemed at once innocent and seductive, the girl that was moments away from becoming a woman beckoned to me with a slender finger. "Pleasure me, lover!" She lay there, her body open to me, willing to let me do whatever I wished with her. My heart pounded in my chest with lust and anticipation. 

I ran my hands over the teenager's slender, milky-white body, looking into her sparkling eyes and running my fingers through the soft, corn-silk blonde hair that crowned her pretty face. We kissed sweetly, her moist lips meeting my own. Her breath had a sweet scent, like herbs and fresh loaves of bread. I ran my tongue over her small, perfect teeth, and was aware of her mother only inches away from us, her womb still filled with my hot semen, watching as her daughter surrendered two hundred years of closely guarded virtue to me. I ran my hands down Cherise's shoulders, feeling her slender arms as we kissed, and I felt her small, firm breasts and the rigid, puffy nubs of her nipples press into my hands. Reaching lower, I felt her tight, flat stomach, her bony hips, and the gentle curves of her delicate bottom. I wondered how she might respond to cunnilingus. If she were as tight as her mother, and a virgin to boot, we would surely need as much lubrication as we could get.

I kissed her face, then moved my attention down to the pure white skin of her neck. She gasped as my kisses slowly moved lower. I sucked one of her firm nipples into my mouth, and she shuddered with pleasure. Her breathing became more rapid as I caressed, licked, and sucked her tender, virginal breasts which heaved in time with her breathing. Moving lower, I kissed the flawless, milky-white skin of her flat, healthy young abdomen. She sighed like an angel as I kissed her inner thigh. I ran my hands around her slender hips, feeling the tight muscles of her abdomen beneath her soft white skin and the pelvic bones that framed her pubic region. She breathed audibly as I ran my calloused hands around to cradle her soft white buttocks. Then, moving my mouth between her thighs, I planted a gentle kiss on the sensitive white skin beside her vulva, and inhaled the delightful aroma of her arousal as she sighed sweetly. I repeated the act on the other side of her sex as her body was becoming noticeably more aroused. I ran my tongue up the sensitive skin of her thigh, and though her leg hairs were so fine that they were not visually noticeable, I felt them brush softly against my skin. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rachelle stare at us in amazement, but she was smiling. "Good sir... I have never..."

I smiled reassuringly at her. "Shhhhh."

Returning my attention to Cherise, I brought my face close to her vulva. Ever so slowly, I brought my face so close to her that her soft, fine blonde pubic hairs gently ticked my nose. I smelled her sweet musk, a delicious, natural scent that communicated directly with the most primitive part of my mind, fueling my need and filling me with the urge to make love to this woman, claim her, to give myself to her and to make her mine. I blew gently on Cherise's moist opening, and I heard her sigh like a dove. I wondered if she had figured out what was coming, or if oral sex was still something completely alien to her. Then my tongue met her virginal slit. She abruptly sat up in surprise, looking at me with comical shock and amazement.

I looked at the two ladies, and it was hard not to laugh at Cherise's bewilderment and the fact that Rachelle was clearly both shocked and aroused by my act of licking her daughter's pussy. I couldn't help chuckling. "Relax and lie back down," I whispered in as gentle and reassuring of a manner as I could towards Cherise. "I think you might like how this feels, and it will moisten your opening and help prepare you for our lovemaking. If we try this and you're not comfortable with it, simply say something and I'll stop."

"I was just... I have never imagined such a thing, sir," Cherise said sweetly as she lay back on the bed. Her muscles were tense and her body trembled with excitement and nervous anticipation. She obviously didn't know what I was doing. Rachelle simply looked on at us with a dumbfounded smile, and her hand was absently sliding lower on her stomach, her fingers finding their way down to the moist brown curls that marked the juncture of her thighs. Rachelle's pussy was still soaked from our combined fluids, my semen slowly seeping from the tight orifice. Rachelle's fingers began caressing her freshly fertilized sex, her body making moist sucking sounds between her legs as she watched me engage in foreplay with her daughter.

The teenaged girl's breathing instantly became deeper as my tongue contacted her slit once again, and I could taste her arousal. Her soft pubic hairs tickled my nose and lips, and the earthy smell of her sweet musk compelled me to explore deeper into the secret crevice that lay between her milky-white thighs and her narrow, girlish hips. With a long movement of my tongue I explored her vaginal slit from bottom to top, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. I was in no hurry. I suspected that the longer I took, and the more relaxed and comfortable she felt, the less discomfort the petite girl would feel when I invaded her virgin pussy.

As my tongue worked between Cherise's legs, her body rewarded my efforts with an increased flow of her sweet nectar. One of my hands on her warm inner thigh could feel her femoral artery pulse as her heart pounded in her chest. Her chest heaved with her ragged breathing, and her back arched, highlighting the concave curve of her abdomen and the natural ridges where her pale skin stretched tautly over her ribs. Her arms were actually hyperextended, bending backwards a bit. Cherise's hands were trembling, clenching handfuls of the blankets beneath us.

Licking around Cherise's clitoral hood, I moistened a finger with the juices that flowed from her virgin body, and teased apart the warm, damp folds of skin to explore the wet, pink insides of her sacred tunnel. As I spread her labia, I could actually see her hymen. The translucent membrane of delicate pink flesh was stretched across her opening with a small gap in the rearward area of her vagina. I could just reach the membrane with the tip of my tongue as her breathing became deeper and her slender legs squeezed in on the sides of my head.

I felt her hymen with my tongue as I continued to breathe in a steady stream of the aphrodisiac pheromones her fertile body naturally produced. Feeling this tangible symbol of her virginity excited me even further, and my cock was so painfully hard that I knew that I would have to find release again soon. Cherise's breath came in ragged gasps, and her hands clenched with white knuckles around handfuls of blanket. Her legs clamped around my head with more strength than I would have expected from the slender teen. She seemed to be trying to be quiet, but her voice made a straining noise as though she were trying to lift an impossibly heavy object before rising in a high-pitched whimpering squeal of sheer delight that she tried to muffle by placing her clenched fist between the small, white teeth of her mouth.

For a long moment she lay there, her body gently shuddering and my head kept immobile, clamped between her soft white thighs. When she did move, it was so quickly and abruptly that my heart skipped a beat as she sat up. She grabbed me under my arms with her slender fingers and pulled me up to kiss me full on my lips, which were still wet from her nether region. "You're very naughty for doing that to me!" she said with a huge grin as my penis fell between her legs, leaking pre-cum directly onto the opening into her sweet body. My cock was soon rubbing along the length of the narrow crevice that led into her body's most intimate parts. She was sopping wet.

"Would you like to be on top?" I offered. "This might hurt, and you might want to..."

"Just fuck me! I've waited two hundred years for this!" the teenager joyously cried with playful mock-frustration as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me forward. Of course, with my cock laying its length along her vulva like a hotdog in a bun, my penis did nothing to gain entry. I pulled my hips backwards and lined the head of my cock up with Cherise's opening. As I gently pushed forward, she tightened her legs around me. 

Cherise's vagina was as tight as a clenched fist, and I was surprised that the tip of my penis penetrated her as easily as it did, but soon I felt myself straining against the barrier that guarded her innermost depths as she squirmed beneath me, trying to force our bodies to complete this act. Her slender arms were wrapped around my back and pulling me towards her with such effort that they trembled from it, and her legs were crossed behind my buttocks, desperately urging me forward. Her eyes were squinted shut and her mouth pursed into a tight frown. The veins in her neck were straining against the skin. A fine layer of sweat coated her pretty face, and a few strands of light blonde hair were plastered to her forehead. "Don't let me be a virgin for another second!" she demanded. And with that, her trembling legs tightened even more around me, and I felt the membrane inside of her begin to tear. 

Cherise gasped and inhaled sharply as I tore through her maidenhood and deep into the crushingly tight depths of her muscular vagina. I had an image in my mind of a ribbon breaking across the chest of a first-place winner in a foot race as the beautiful young teenager gave voice to a strained cry of painful triumph, and for the first time, her body stretched to fully accept my member into the innermost depths of her core. 

Cherise's vagina was clenched around my manhood like a vise of steaming liquid velvet. I could hardly move, and I didn't want to. I was buried as deeply as possible inside of the pretty teenager, my cock bathed in a mixture of her virginal blood, her vaginal fluids, and the fluids from copulation with her own mother, who lay beside us rubbing herself furiously as her daughter's virginity was being given and taken.

The teenager's hot, sweet breath washed over my face in the rhythm of her deep breathing, and I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. For a long moment, she scrunched her eyes closed and breathed deeply as though trying to steady herself. Her petite young body felt warm, soft, slender and delicate beneath mine. Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest. She breathed out a long, slow breath, and blew a wisp of golden hair out of her face with a smile.

Slowly, Cherise opened her sparkling green eyes and looked at me with a beatific smile. The petite teenager's face looked radiantly beautiful beneath me. "I am a woman now," she whispered softly. After long moments of encasing me within her silken tunnel, she began gently, hesitantly rocking her hips against me, driven by an instinct that has perpetuated our species for as long as we have existed. And, though I wanted to be gentle, I soon found myself responding with movements of my own.

Rachelle looked lovingly at Cherise and I as our bodies merged, our fluids meeting and flowing together freely. Reaching over, Rachelle brushed a wisp of blonde hair from her daughter's forehead, and then reached over and kissed her sweetly on the cheek. All the while, my rigid member thrust deeply into the precious girl's tender body, disappearing into the beautiful folds between her slender legs. Her vagina felt as though it could barely stretch to accommodate me, and deep inside of her I could feel her hot, slippery caressing the tip of my penis. With each thrust I was making into the teenager she gave out a quiet grunt. As Rachelle looked upon the beautiful act that was taking place before her, she massaged her sensitive sex with fingers that glistened with the products of our own lovemaking.

Cherise's enchanting eyes glistened as her mouth twisted into a tight smile. "John, I have given you my maidenhood. Now I need you to give me part of yourself. Plant your seed deep inside of my belly, lover. Give me part of your essence that will be mine for all time; plant yourself deep inside of me. Make us part of one another. Bind yourself to me, and me to you. Forever!" She wrapped her slender arms around me and crushed her small, firm breasts against my chest as she kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining. She breathed heavily, her cool breath washing over my face as our mouths mated wetly.

Suddenly, Cherise's body began trembling convulsively around me, and the vaginal muscles that were already stretched tightly around my cock clenched violently in powerful waves that were almost painful as her tunnel contracted in orgasm. Her legs clamped fiercely against my hips as though she were afraid that I might pull out of her, and her petite butt-cheeks clenched tightly together. I thrust myself as deeply into her body as I could as her voice rose into a sweet, high-pitched wail of pleasure and triumph. Her hands clenched and rubbed in jerky motions along my back before reaching down to grab my buttocks, straining to pull me even deeper into her, or perhaps prevent me from escaping. 

I could hold out no longer, and my muscles tensed tightly as I thrust my penis deep inside of Cherise. I could feel the girl's cervical opening pressed against the tip of my penis as I joined the teenager in orgasm, ejaculating deep inside of the petite young woman's body. We kissed frantically as she felt me erupting wetly inside of her, her eyes wide with excitement as she felt me fertilizing her virgin sex. Her soft, hot insides pulsated wetly around me as jets of my semen bathed her womb. I felt my body giving of itself, pouring my essence deep into the hot flesh of her molten core as our bodies strained and writhed together in a frenzy of delicious passion. My mind was blank, numbed to all but the overwhelming electrical pleasure I felt as I fertilized the beautiful, petite young body beneath me. As I filled Cherise with my seed, I heard Rachelle cry out as she joined us in orgasmic bliss.

The orgasm seemed to last for ages, but like all good things it eventually came to an end. I lay on top of Cherise, our bodies still woven tightly together, the pulsing of my cock deep inside of her lovely body growing slower and slower. She kissed me gently on the lips, her green eyes wide. "Yes, lover. Part of my mother and I now belongs to you, and part of you is now forever ours. We are forever bound together. Do not underestimate the strength of the everlasting bond you have just agreed to form with us. We shall meet again soon, my love." I wondered what she meant by that as her lips pressed softly against my own.

From the blissful lovemaking with the two gorgeous women on a comfortable bed, it was wretched to abruptly awaken cold and aching on the filthy stone floor of the church's basement. I could tell that I was surrounded by a ring of people that I took to be my friends, and there was a very bright flashlight shining right in my eyes from the darkness. I was shivering violently, chilled to the bone, trying not to vomit, and far too light-headed to stand. I was dimly aware that Heather had returned my jacket, draping it over me like a blanket. The leg that I had tried to use to kick the beast still felt frozen stiff and icy cold, and it was painful to even attempt to move it. My ears were ringing intolerably from the tremendous blow my head had received, and my equilibrium had not yet returned enough for me to stand. When I finally forced myself to breathe, I could tell that I probably had a few cracked ribs. My shirt felt torn and wet with blood. I noted with annoyance that the beast's claws had easily sliced through my sturdy insulated vest. When I blinked, I saw a throbbing, transparent green blob that flickered like a phantasm in the left side of my field of vision. Having been involved in the martial arts for a long time, I've been knocked out a few times and have seen things like that hover in my sight as I was coming out of it before. I raised my hand and shielded my eyes from the painful light. Hadn't Acratophorus promised to heal my injuries?

"Are you OK?" someone asked. The female voice was familiar, but I was too groggy to put a name to it.

"I'm fine," I said in a hoarse, gravelly moan through teeth that chattered from the bitter cold that filled my body. My efforts to project a normal, healthy voice had been a miserable failure. "How about y'all?"

"We're all just fine! The demon or whatever the fuck it was actually acted like you somehow managed to cut it! It fell to the floor, bleeding this yellow stuff, and then it looked like it died and just disappeared." I recognized Diana's voice.

"How long have I been unconscious?" I asked.

"Not long. Maybe ten seconds?" Diana replied.

I attempted to make a mental note to find out how time had managed to pass so differently for me while I was unconscious than it had for my friends. But as shaken as I was, I doubted that I would remember much for a bit. As I've said, I've been knocked out a few times before, and it always messes with your memory.

I staggered unsteadily to my feet, and several hands helped me up and braced me on my wobbly feet. My legs felt like wet spaghetti. I recovered my flashlight from where it had fallen a few feet away from myself, and then found my pocketknife a few feet beyond that. I noted with some surprise that the blade had sliced a silver-dollar sized chunk from the stone wall before falling undamaged to the floor with an edge as fine as if I had just sharpened it. I closed the knife and slipped it wordlessly back into my pocket with hands that trembled from cold and adrenaline. Still surrounded by my friends, I began shambling unsteadily and mechanically towards the opening in the floor. I felt dizzy, my head was throbbing, and I felt a bit sick to my stomach. I placed a hand to my head, and felt a nasty knot and sticky blood trickling from a stinging cut.

"Are you sure you should be walking?" one of the ladies asked. Another indicated that she thought I should sit down.

I murmured something about being fine as I ignored the agonizing pain from my cracked ribs and climbed down into the pit with the bones and shone my flashlight around. It took tremendous effort not to vomit. The skeletal remains that had been neatly stacked for two centuries were now a disorderly jumble. With a shiver I realized that those of pretty Rachelle and sweet Cherise were among them, and for the first time, I shuddered at the thought of what they might have meant by saying that I was now bound to them forever. I tried not to think of the poor souls that had been trapped here for so many years as I shone my flashlight around.

An old sword that might have once been an 18th century infantryman's cutlass, or hangar as they might have called it, lay on the floor. The blade was broken and crumbling into flakes of dark rust, and the green brass of the filthy hilt was corroded almost beyond recognition. It resembled old British military patterns with which I was familiar, and had probably been buried with a Loyalist who had wielded it during the Revolutionary War. Burying an enemy warrior with his weapons is an honor usually reserved for only the bravest and most respected of foes. I wondered about the man who had once held that blade. Nearby lay several equally corroded buttons and part of something that might have once been a belt buckle. I winced as I moved slightly and several of my ribs reminded me, once again, that they were probably broken.

This was all interesting stuff, but it couldn't possibly be the "treasure" that I was looking for. Taking another step, I felt my foot brush against something that moved when I touched it, and I heard a cheerful metallic jingle from the floor. The sound seemed eerily out of place in this gloomy tomb. 




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 04



This is purely a work of erotic fiction. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved.





I watched Heather and Diana's pale backsides bounce away as they jogged naked around the corner of the house, towards the front door of the parsonage. With the magical effects of the armband no longer filling them with a need that overrode any sense of how cold it felt to be naked outside, they had quickly become chilled and decided to sprint for the warmth and comfort of the building.

I walked over to recover the clothing that Erin had kindly dropped out of the window for me. The fabric felt cold from sitting outside, but it was a comforting feeling as I buckled my thick nylon belt and felt the familiar weight of my cargo pants with my knife, wallet, flashlight, multi-tool, and other gear strapped to them. I felt less exposed and vulnerable as I threw on my loose-fitting layers of comfortable clothing, and I knew that with just what I now had on my person I could handle just about any situation that was likely to arise, and any number of situations that weren't.

As I opened the heavy wooden front door, a wave of warm air and cheerful yellow light flooded out to greet me. Heather and Diana had apparently run upstairs to put some clothing on, but Naomi and Lisa were waiting in the living room for me. Naomi was clad in a worn bathrobe of soft terrycloth, and the sense of compassion and warm motherliness had returned to her pleasant middle-aged features. Curled as comfortably as a sleeping cat on a nearby couch, Naomi's daughter Lisa was wrapped in a short blue satin nightgown that did more to display her cleavage, her perfect hourglass figure, and the creamy skin of her long, graceful legs than it did to protect her modesty. The points of Lisa's hard nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Lisa had gotten a glass of her father's delicious homemade wine, and the beautiful blonde winked and smiled at me as she raised it to her soft red lips to take a sip.

Naomi approached me hesitantly, clearly torn between a desire to embrace me and fear that the gesture would be misinterpreted. She wore a worried, remorseful look on her face that clearly showed that she blamed herself for her part in what had happened earlier. She wrung her hands worriedly as she spoke. "Thank you so much for not taking advantage of me! I don't know what came over us, but thank you so much for respecting my marriage and Erin's virginity! I don't know what I was... I can't imagine cheating on David! He's the love of my life, and I swear that he's the only man I've ever been with or even wanted to be with! Oh, John, I'm so sorry for..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes closed tightly, as though struggling to block the thoughts from her mind. She was unable to finish the sentence.

How could I explain to Naomi that her actions hadn't been her own fault? As I struggled to find words that could soothe her guilt-ridden conscience, I took her into my arms and hugged her as I would my own mother. Naomi was shorter than I was, and I felt her bury her face in my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her, smelling her feminine shampoo in the soft hair that brushed the bottom of my chin and feeling the warm terrycloth of her bathrobe against my hands as I held her. She was shaking slightly as she cried silently into my shoulder. 

Lisa looked over at us from her position of the couch with an expression that seemed to combine both compassion for her guilt-ridden mother and a silent amusement that gave me the impression that she didn't feel any guilt at all for what she had done that night. Lisa saw me looking at her and smiled, but I couldn't tell whether she was flirting with me or simply approving of my efforts to comfort her mother. Perhaps she was doing both. The smile broadened and her eyes twinkled mischievously as Lisa shifted her position on the couch, allowing her nightgown to ride up and expose more of the perfect skin of her soft thighs. I felt myself begin to get hard again.

I averted my gaze from the beautiful blonde on the couch, closing my eyes in an effort to tune out the outside world. I couldn't risk becoming aroused and activating the armband again. "It's OK, Naomi," I offered. "We're here because there are supernatural things at work here that we don't understand. What happened to you wasn't your fault. I don't blame you, and I hope that you stop blaming yourself. You didn't cheat on your husband." The hug had gone on long enough, and I began to relax my grip on Naomi to signal that the hug was over. Her arms stayed wrapped tightly around my shoulders, so I patted her gently on the back to signal that the hug was over. But her arms still did not release me.

"It doesn't feel like what happened wasn't my fault," Naomi replied. Her arms tightened around me.

"Trust me, ma'am. What happened to you was something entirely beyond your control. The fact that you didn't actually do anything with me attests to your strength of character and commitment to your husband." I used the most comforting tone that I could with Naomi while still trying to be somewhat businesslike and not encourage things to progress in a sexual direction. I also deliberately ignored the fact that the only reason that she had remained faithful to her husband had been due to my efforts, not her own. I felt her breath softly caressing the skin of my neck, and was aware that this embrace was lasting far longer than I should be willing to allow it to last. My desire to comfort her warred with my desire to not become aroused and let the armband influence her again. Hadn't I been assured that I would usually be able to control the armband, rather than things working the other way around? 

I tried my best to not to think about the warmth of her body pressing against mine, or the smell of her hair close to my face. Opening my eyes, I couldn't help but glance downward to where the neck of her bathrobe opened to show the tanned and lightly freckled skin of her soft cleavage. I immediately averted my gaze. I tried not to think of the way that her body had looked when I had seen her naked less than an hour ago, or the passion with which she had kissed me then, or the fact that the precious vaginal fluids from both of her beautiful daughters were still drying on my cock. I tried to calm myself by thinking of my own mother, but could only think of the way my mother had looked in my dream two nights ago as she had claimed me as her lover, riding me until I had ejaculated deep inside of her unprotected pussy. God, what was wrong with me?

"Thank you," Naomi whispered again. Her voice was changing, becoming huskier. Naomi was pressing her soft body tightly against mine as she planted a gentle, chaste kiss on my neck with her moist lips. And then another one. I opened my eyes, and could see that Lisa was standing up. She set down her wine glass and stretched her body in a slow, languid, sensual movement. Lisa's curvy, feminine hips seemed to sway just enough to highlight her raw feminine sexuality as she walked towards us, wicked mischief gleaming in her eyes. I had already enjoyed a threesome with a mother and a daughter that day, and my body seemed more than ready to repeat the experience with Lisa and Naomi. The armband was clearly awakening again. How could I be getting hard again so soon?

"Thank you so very much!" Naomi whispered again, breathlessly. I felt her plant a gentle kiss on my neck, and then another wetter and more forceful one on my cheek. "Thank you for saving my daughters, and thank you for behaving so respectfully towards us later." Her hot breath washed against my skin as her moist red lips brushed against my neck again. The irony wasn't lost on me that her efforts to thank me for not letting things get sexual earlier were very quickly going to become sexual themselves if I didn't get out of there.

"You're welcome," I responded.  I tried to focus my thoughts on the least sexy things I could imagine. I didn't know David, Naomi's husband, but I did know that their daughter Erin had always been a loyal friend to me. From what Erin had told me about her father, he sounded like a good man that had dedicated his life to helping others, and he was a fellow veteran that had served with distinction in Vietnam. Naomi was a good person as well, and I felt honor-bound to respect their marriage no matter how difficult it would be for me to do so. 

Lisa was naturally gifted as one of the most extraordinarily beautiful women I had ever seen in my life, to include women I had only imagined or seen in movies and magazines. I would be lying if I tried to tell you that I didn't want to fuck her as many times as our bodies could handle, but I couldn't risk getting Naomi caught up in the mix, and I was hesitant to have sex with any woman until I knew how I stood with my best friend Diana and my cousin Heather. Certainly they hadn't seemed upset by the sex acts I had engaged in earlier that night, but I was feeling very confused and suspected that they were as well. And Cherise and her mother, Rachelle, were in my thoughts constantly. Was I losing my mind, or could I actually remember details of their lives that I would have no way of possibly knowing if I put my mind to it? It was all far too confusing. I had to get out of the room with Lisa and Naomi and get some time alone to think. Smiling politely, I extricated myself gently but firmly from Naomi's arms before I turned in a businesslike manner and began strolling from the room.

I was almost to the door from the room when I heard Lisa clear her throat. "Excuse me, lover, but after what we've shared tonight don't you think that I at least deserve a good night's kiss? You know that it's terribly rude to ignore a woman whose pussy is still full of your cum."

"Lisa!" Naomi glared at her daughter in shock.

I turned to see Lisa standing with her hands on her hips and a playful pout on her angelic face. The light was behind her from my current position, shining through the translucent blue satin of her nightgown. The overall effect revealed the perfect curves of her hourglass-shaped body in a manner that was even more erotic than if she had been standing there completely nude. I stood transfixed as Lisa's long, shapely legs moved in delicate, graceful steps towards me. Her beautiful, soft body melted warmly against me as my arms wrapped around her of their own accord, my hands roaming the soft, sheer satin of her nightgown, feeling the concave curve of her back and the sharp angles of her shoulder blades as she sighed hotly into my mouth. I inhaled, breathing in her delicate, feminine aroma as her wet, pink tongue brushed my lips. Our eyes met, and she smiled at me as she watched my resolve crumble before her efforts. There was absolutely no force at all in the gentle push that she used to guide me back onto the couch that she had been sitting on moments before.

Lisa's hot, moist mouth crushed hungrily against my own as she climbed to straddle my legs facing towards me on the couch, our tongues mating frantically as our hands roamed each other's bodies. I reached down, feeling where her nightgown had ridden up over the glorious round swell of her buttocks, my fingers tracing the delicate outline of her clean white satin panties as she moaned appreciatively into my mouth. My mind was swimming in hormones and my heart was pounding in my chest as she ground the smooth, warm satin of her panty-covered crotch against me and my hands traveled beneath her nightgown to feel the flawless skin of her back.

Noticing movement out of the corner of my eye, I looked over to see Naomi as she slowly and mechanically untied the soft fabric strip that served as the belt of her terrycloth bathrobe. Her glazed eyes were riveted on her daughter and I as she let her nightgown fall open, revealing the large, dark pink areolas her motherly breasts that contrasted sharply with the paleness of her breasts beneath the tan-line her shirts had left at the top of her bosom. My gaze traveled downward, over her soft, smooth, slightly-rounded tummy, her beige panties, and her legs that were still shapely by any standards. She had aged beautifully, and was undeniably an attractive woman. I could see the faint outline of her pubic hair through the panties, and a growing area of dark moisture as her arousal seeped into the fabric. As she walked towards the couch, Naomi's wide, soft, feminine hips swayed seductively in a manner that clearly suggested where Lisa had gotten that particular characteristic from. 

Lisa and I kissed with a lust that was bordering on madness as the beautiful young blonde ground her damp, panty-covered crotch against me, and I could smell the musky scent of her arousal over the floral scent of her hair and skin. I reached down, running my hands beneath her delicate panties to grope her perfect ass. My hand traced the soft rounded skin of her butt cheeks and the smooth crack between them, the elastic waistband of her panties causing the soft satin to caress the outside of my hand. We were forcing our bodies tightly together, our lips crushing against one another in sloppy, wet, hungry kisses. I felt as though I were being sucked irresistibly into a swirling vortex of insane lust, and based on her behavior I could tell that Lisa felt the same. 

My heart was pounding in my chest as my bestial lust demanded satisfaction, even as the human part of my mind was screaming at me that something was horribly wrong here. The lust that was burning in the eyes of these women wasn't natural. And, while I'm a healthy young man with a high sex drive, my own carnal hunger was not normal, either. I had never before felt anything like this. This was something more than natural human concupiscence. This was something irresistible and primal, like the overwhelming need of a drowning man to surface for air. Lisa and I kissed as though possessed.

I felt softness and heat pressed against my side as Naomi bent over us, crushing her breasts against both me and her daughter as she was shimmying out of her panties. "So, honey," she whispered hotly to her daughter. "I need you to share that dick with me this time. You have no idea how empty my pussy feels right now! It's... God, I feel like I'll die if I'm not filled by that cock soon!"

Rather than reply to her mother, Lisa turned and placed a hand gently on her mother's face. She didn't use force, but gradually pulled Naomi's face to her own. It seemed at first as though Naomi were resisting her daughter, but the resistance quickly crumbled. Lisa planted a delicate kiss on her mother's lips. "I promise," Lisa breathed almost inaudibly against her mother's mouth. Naomi closed her eyes, her warm, moist breath coming in a deep sigh that caressed her daughter's moist red lips. "That big hard dick of his is going to be yours. You're going to get to feel it stretching and caressing the insides of your pussy and bumping up against your cervix. As soon as he's blown a nice big load inside of me, his dick will belong to you completely for the rest of the night. You'll get to suck my pussy juices off of it until he cums down your throat if you want. You can make him fuck your pussy and fill your womb full of his sperm. Maybe you can even make another little brother or sister for me if you want. You can make him fuck you in your ass and fill your rectum with his spunk, and the best part is that I can promise you that he'll do it, as many times as you want him to. He won't have a choice; he's as horny as we are. You can make him cum inside of you as many times as your body can handle, and he'll never run out of semen. And you will get to climax as many times as you need to, Mother. But I'm the one that got him hard, so I get his cock first. Ok?" 

Lisa ran her hands through Naomi's hair, and Naomi opened her eyes. Slowly, gently, Lisa returned her lips to Naomi's. At first the kiss was barely more than gentle, tentative, experimental contact between the slightly parted lips of the mother and daughter. Lisa's lips gently teased her mother's open as her hands traced lower, gently caressing the soft curves of Naomi's full breasts as the kiss between Lisa and Naomi grew hotter, wetter, and infinitely more sinful. 

I tried to resist with all of my willpower, but the unnatural forces at work here were far too powerful to be denied. As Lisa and Naomi kissed, my hand seemed to reach almost of its own accord towards the junction of Naomi's smooth white thighs. I redirected my hand to the smooth, soft curve of her belly. But an irresistible compulsion drove my hand to travel down the tender expanse of Naomi's abdomen until I felt the soft hair that marked the juncture between her smooth white legs. As my fingers brushed the pliable flesh of her vaginal lips, Naomi squealed into her daughter's mouth, their lips and tongues kissing in loud, passionate desperation as my adulterous fingers probed deeper into the hot, dripping-wet opening that led deep into the most intimate parts of Naomi's body.  As my sinful fingers invaded the hot, slick, wet tunnel into the minister's wife, I could feel the soft pubic hair and the warm skin of her vulva caressing the palm of my hand and the thin, delicate, rubbery lips of her vaginal opening parting around my fingers like a gateway into the heat and moisture that existed inside of her.

Lisa's crotch ground feverishly against my own as she smothered her mother's cries of pleasure with deep, wicked kisses. She didn't break her kiss with her mother as she raised her hips and fumbled blindly for the zipper to my pants. Her cool, slender fingers trembled with need as they reached into the opening in my pants to wrap around my throbbing penis and remove it from the fly. 

Immediately after my penis was out of my pants, I felt Naomi's hot fingers join her daughter's as she wrapped them around my manhood. As her fingers wrapped around my cock, I felt the hard coolness of her wedding ring against the skin of my penis, and I was reminded again of the adulterous nature of what we were doing. Naomi turned and looked at me, her eyes staring directly and unflinchingly into my own. "I've got to have your cock this time. You don't know how badly I need it!" Naomi whispered urgently as she crushed her face against me, her lips merging with my own as my fingers traveled in and out of her drenched pussy. Her voice was almost a sob of desperation as she whispered, "God! Please, I need you to fuck me!"

"In just a few minutes, Mom," Lisa said soothingly as she rubbed her crotch against my cock and her mother's hand. "For now, it's been twenty-five years since I've sucked on those tits."

Lisa leaned over, taking one of her mother's large breasts into her hand, teasing it with kisses and licks before she latched onto a large, dark pink nipple and began sucking as if in mockery of the act that had nourished her as an infant. Meanwhile, I felt and heard the slick wetness of Naomi's pussy coating my fingers with generous quantities of the natural lubrication that her body was making in preparation for fucking me. Lisa's crotch continued to grind against me as Naomi's hand stroked up and down my shaft, and through the soft satin panties I could feel infinitely desirable heat and humidity radiating against the skin of my penis.

I pulled my fingers out of Naomi, and the older woman's eyes grew wide as I raised them to my face, inhaling her scent and tasting her delicious musk before returning them to her sweet pussy. 

"John! Are you down here?" Came a familiar voice from the kitchen, as though someone were looking for me. I turned to see my sister walking into the living room from the kitchen, clad in her pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. "John? Oh, God!" She stood, staring blankly at me as I dry-humped Lisa and fingered Naomi's wet hole. Kim froze in her tracks, her eyes frozen in a surprised, wide-eyed stare as she stood mesmerized by the sight before her.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 04



Lisa ground her panty-clad pussy against me as Naomi was jerking me off. Through the thin, soft cloth of Lisa's panties, I could feel the distinct outline of her vaginal lips gently caressing me, her hot, wet arousal soaking through the soft fabric as Naomi's hands stroked my hardness. Lisa's eyes locked onto mine, and she kissed me almost tenderly as I felt her reach down to pull the soft fabric of the panties aside. She smiled and looked into my eyes, savoring the expression on my face as I felt the softness of her pubic hair brush gently against my cock, and then her moist vaginal lips delicately kissing the top of my throbbing member. She raised her hips, allowing her mother to hold my cock, and then Lisa sat down, her hot, slippery vagina engulfing my manhood. Naomi's hand remained wrapped around the base of my shaft until the last possible moment as I invaded the depths of her daughter's sweltering pussy.

From across the room, I heard my sister gasp as she saw me entering Lisa. Kim hadn't moved from where she stood watching us. Her eyes were riveted on us, her mouth opening slightly as her hand slowly slid down inside the front of the front of her pajama pants. Beneath the soft flannel, her hand began moving rhythmically.

Naomi moved her hand, gently massaging around the outside of her own daughter's vulva with delicate fingers as the beautiful young woman's slick vaginal walls stretched to accommodate my thick manhood. Soon, I could feel the smooth muscular firmness of Lisa's cervix caressing the tip of my glans with each stroke into the lovely girl. 

Lisa uttered a squeak of surprise as her mother slowly, and not without some difficulty, inserted a single finger inside of Lisa's vagina, directly above the thick shaft of my cock. Naomi's fingernail gently scraped the top of my penis as she inserted her finger, before she curled it upwards inside of her daughter to rub against the top wall of Lisa's pussy. As I continued to fuck Lisa, I could feel the bony knuckle of Naomi's finger rubbing wetly along the top of my cock and stretching Lisa's pussy tightly around me, even as Naomi used her thumb to gently flick Lisa's clitoris. With her other hand, she reached under her daughter's ass to gently caress my testicles with her fingertips.  Lisa and Naomi kissed desperately as Naomi's finger joined my cock in fucking her daughter's tight hole, even as I, in turn, fingered Naomi's own dripping-wet opening. I couldn't take much more of this.

Across the room, my sister Kim shed her t-shirt and dropped it on the floor, revealing her small, perky breasts and the top half of her lithe, athletic body. She stumbled as she tried to shed her pajama pants while walking towards us, revealing her cute pink cotton panties. Sliding the panties down over her narrow hips, she revealed a dark triangle of brown pubic hair covering her virginal pussy. Naked and beautiful, my sister approached the couch until she stood within arm's reach of us. She moved hesitantly, as though unsure of herself but looking for a place to join us. Sitting beside me to my left, my beloved little sister rested her head on my shoulder. I turned and gently kissed the top of her head, smelling her soft hair. She closed her eyes and sighed sweetly as she tenderly rubbed her virgin sex. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked directly at me as one of her slender fingers slowly began trying to work its way into the opening of her tight, innocent cleft. "I love you, brother," she breathed almost inaudibly. She only got her finger into herself to the first knuckle before chuckling nervously and resigning herself to rubbing the outside of her virginal pussy.

Removing her sodden finger from Lisa's pussy, Naomi gently rubbed the tender pink skin around the hood of Lisa's clit, delicately teasing the shiny pink nub and the twin folds that ran downwards from it. The hand that Naomi was using to caress my testicles disappeared, and looking over I saw Naomi licking and moistening her middle finger. The pious housewife grinned wickedly at her daughter as her hand reached around, feeling and caressing her daughter's smooth, round backside. Lisa's eyes grew wide as her mother slid her hand under her panties and used a well-lubricated finger to gently massage around Lisa's puckered butthole. I felt Naomi's fingers tease against Lisa's perineum as well as the bottom of my shaft as I pistoned in and out of Lisa's drenched pussy. 

After gently teasing outside of Lisa's anus for several minutes, Naomi's eyed her daughter contemplatively, and then positioned her lubricated middle finger against the opening into her daughter's ass. Slowly and gently, Naomi began to apply pressure.  

Lisa's beautiful eyes grew even wider, and she cried out in pleasure and shock as her mother's wet finger slowly penetrated the tight round opening into her most taboo orifice. Soon, Naomi's finger was buried entirely within her daughter's rectum. I was surprised that I could actually, through the back of Lisa's vaginal wall, feel a gentle pressure from Naomi's finger caressing against my cock.

With both of her lower holes being filled and stimulated both inside and out, Lisa's ragged breathing caught and she gasped, her entire body as still as a marble statue for a short moment. Then the beautiful young woman cried out like a wounded songbird as a powerful orgasm overcame her. Lisa's shapely jaw quivered, her eyes closed halfway, the veins stood out on her neck, her hands clenched into fists, and her abdominal muscles trembled and tightened visibly. Inside of her, I could feel her vaginal walls fluttering rhythmically around my cock, even as Naomi frantically rubbed the area surrounding Lisa's clitoris with one hand, while with the other she finger-fucked her daughter's asshole.

How I avoided cumming right then I'll never know. "Okay, too much!" Lisa gasped breathlessly to her mother after a long, earth-shattering orgasm. Not wanting to overstimulate her daughter, Naomi smiled triumphantly as she removed her hands from Lisa's body. With a grin, she inserted the shiny, well-lubricated finger that had been inside of Lisa's pussy into her mouth and sucked her daughter's pussy juices off of it appreciatively.

Lisa slid off of my slick, wet cock. She gently pushed her mother down onto the couch and stuck her ass out behind her enticingly as she knelt between her mother's legs. "Hurry up and fuck me from behind!" she whispered to me with quiet urgency. And then to her mother, "What the fuck were you thinking, Mom? I can't believe that you shoved your goddamned finger up my ass! I've never let anyone put anything in me back there! But, God damn, I've never cum so hard before in my life!" Slowly, Lisa began lowering her face towards the furry patch between her mother's smooth white thighs. "Don't worry, Mom. I've got a nice little surprise for you, too!"

Naomi chuckled as her daughter began gently licking and kissing her inner thighs, slowly and with infinite patience working her way towards the furry patch that marked the very orifice from which Lisa had been born. "Watch your language, sweetheart. I'm still your mother, you know. I thought that you would like having me finger your ass while he fucked you," Naomi said with a smile and a merry wink, "Not everyone enjoys that, of course. But I enjoy it sometimes, and as they say, like mother, like daughter."

I detected a silent look of surprise from Lisa towards her mother for a brief moment before the beautiful young woman returned to her task. She nuzzled her face gently against her mother's vulva, rubbing her perfectly formed nose and flawless face through the soft curls of her mother's pubic hair. Lisa paused and deeply inhaled a glorious lungful of her mother's intimate musk. And then, slowly and lovingly, Lisa's wet, pink tongue traveled languidly from the bottom to the top of her mother's pussy.

Naomi's entire body shuddered. "Lisa! Good God! Are you... I never suspected... are you bisexual or something?"

Lisa smiled up at her mother. "One surprise deserves another. Remember my roommate from back in college? I'm pleased to say that your pussy is every bit as delicious as hers. I never said anything before because I thought you would be pissed!" And then Lisa returned her attention to her mother's genitalia, her nose nuzzling through the soft pubic hair, her fingers and tongue gently teasing apart the soft lips of her mother's pussy. Lisa slowly inserted a pair of fingers into her mother's vagina as her moist lips and tongue skillfully caressed and stimulated the delicate and sensitive parts of her mother's sweet sex.

I used the moment as an opportunity to strip out of my clothing. Now, completely nude, I strode over behind Lisa to strip her disheveled satin panties down to her knees, exposing her adorable bottom and the enticing slit beneath it. 

My cock was already glistening with moisture as I guided it back into the hot, wet depths of the beautiful young woman's pussy. As Lisa licked Naomi's pussy, I grabbed the swell of her shapely hips and pounded into her, her adorable butt jiggling exquisitely with every impact. The pale, round globes of Lisa's backside framed my view of the place where the glistening pink rose petals of her vagina gripped my cock, moving in and out, back and forth, in time with the sawing motion of my thick manhood. With the wet slap of each thrust I made into her depths, the blue satin nightgown that was bunched around Lisa's arms flapped softly against Naomi's shins.

Kim sat on the couch, watching in wide-eyed fascination and frantically masturbating her tender young pussy. She stood, and I could hear her bare feet approaching me from behind on the creaky hardwood floor. Soon, I could feel the softness of a hot, naked female chest with small, firm breasts pressed gently against my back as she knelt against the right side of my back. Kim's slender right arm wrapped around my chest from behind, and I could smell my sister's familiar scent. I could feel my sister's warm, soft hand right hand nervously exploring my body as I rutted with Lisa. Against my back, I could feel her left arm pinned between her abdomen and my back, moving rhythmically between her legs as she masturbated.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Kim whispered into my ear. It was a loud whisper, as though she were afraid of being ignored or not heard. Her voice reminded me of a nervous schoolgirl. She was asking an innocent enough question, but one with implications under the circumstances that were anything but innocent.

I took a very brief pause from thrusting into Lisa. "I've always thought you were pretty," I replied to my sister honestly.

Lisa grinned up at her mother wickedly, her head bouncing rhythmically as I pounded into her from behind. I watched her insert a finger into her mouth, moistening it with her own saliva. I felt certain that Naomi knew what was coming. As Lisa licked and fingered Naomi's pussy, her other hand reached under the globes of Naomi's rear. Naomi grinned appreciatively, pivoting and slightly lifting her hips to expose her asshole as she watched her daughter's hand invade the cleft between her butt cheeks.

Naomi's voice was coming in high-pitched gasps as she approached orgasm from her daughter's fingers and tongue. Naomi's eyes grew wide as Lisa slowly began rubbing a wet finger around her asshole. Her entire body shuddered as her daughter's finger slowly began pressing into her anus, her body wracked with pleasure from her daughter's erotic vengeance.

I could feel my younger sister's lips fluttering in delicate kisses on the back and sides of my neck. I pounded hard into Lisa's pussy, and knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. "Lisa, I'm gonna cum," I whispered urgently.

Lisa pulled her face from her mother's crotch just long enough to breath a rapid "Cum inside of my pussy... make that pussy yours. I need all of it inside of me!"  Her fingers continued to work on and inside of both the front and back of her mother's pelvic region as Lisa's mouth returned to the slick pink cleft of her mother's sex.

The sound of Lisa greedily licking and sucking her mother's pussy filled the room, along with the frenzied sounds of my body slapping against the beautiful girl's backside as I fucked her from behind.  Kim's hand traveled down my abdomen to the region where I was joined to Lisa, as though my sister were desperately trying to make contact with my cock. The effect was almost like receiving a handjob while having sex at the same time. Naomi was breathing hard, her exhalations coming in high pitched sounds that were somewhere between a squeal and a high-pitched moan of pleasure. The air was thick with the rich musk of sex.

"I'm cumming!" I said in a trembling whisper as my body experienced a paroxysm of orgasmic pleasure. My hips instinctively rocked forward, forcing my cock deep into Lisa. I could actually feel the tiny opening of Lisa's cervix mating exactly with the meatus of my penis as I blasted powerful jets of potent sperm deep into the beautiful young woman's womb. Lisa's answer was muffled by her mother's pussy, but the clenching of her tight vaginal walls around my manhood told me that she was cumming yet again.

Kim's trembling body clenched tightly against my back as she joined us in orgasm. Naomi cried out in her own climax as my cock bucked and spurted long streams of potent sperm deep into the sacred depths of her daughter's womb. Lisa's vaginal walls were softly palpitating against me and serving to draw my sperm even deeper into her perfect young body. After long minutes of cumming, I slid my still-hard cock out of Lisa's pussy, a thick, shiny layer of her slippery natural fluids still coating its surface. 

As my cock left the heat of Lisa's body, the coolness of the room on my wet member was somewhat shocking, but it did nothing to reduce my hardness. I felt my sister's hand reach around me almost immediately to wrap her soft fingers around my girth. As I turned to face her, she pressed her naked body hard against me, her lips mashing hard against my own. Her eyes were wild and her face flushed with need and excitement. As we kissed, she pushed me back against Lisa's bottom, and I felt the tip of my cock brush a softness that could only have been my sister's pussy. She kissed me feverishly, wickedly, incestuously. She pressed her body hard against mine, as though she was desperate to get as close as physically possible. In the process, she shoved me back against Lisa, who was in turn pushed further up onto Naomi's lap. Lisa laughed brightly and musically as she lost her balance and fell on top of Naomi, who cried out in amusement as their bodies fell into a tangled pile on the couch. My sister Kim collapsed on top of me, her face above mine, her hot breath on my face, and the dark patch of her pubic hair warm and soft against the top of my cock.

"I've wanted to give you my virginity for fucking ages, brother!" Kim whispered urgently as her eyes bored into mine and her soft mound ground against me. "It's time to make this a reality."

"Hey, what about me! I've been waiting my turn!" came Naomi's good-natured but annoyed voice from the couch. For a moment she struggled to push her exhausted daughter off of her, and then she laughed. "I'm starting to think that I'm never going to get some dick here! Well, it's not every day that I get to watch a man take his little sister's virginity, and the more worked up I get before the sex, the better it's going to be." Naomi winked at me conspiratorially. "For both of us," she added. "But, young man, I hope that you're up to providing me as many orgasms as you're going to owe me for making me wait!"

My sister's face disappeared as she lowered her head to inspect me closely between my legs, and it occurred to me that she had never seen a cock before mine. After looking at my manhood up close and tentatively stroking the still-wet surface with a warm hand for a long moment, she slowly closed her eyes. Slowly, gently, Kim rubbed her soft, smooth face against my manhood. Her soft, brown, shoulder-length hair gently caressed the skin of my cock and my abdomen. Lisa's vaginal moisture still clung to my member, occasionally leaving shiny wet spots on Kim's pretty young face. Then Kim opened her eyes and looked up at me, a silent question in her face. Whatever it was that she wanted to know from me, the answer that she seemed to see in my eyes appeared to please her. Without hesitation, my sister's hot wet mouth engulfed the end of my cock. 

I felt certain that my sister had never given a blowjob before, but what Kim lacked in experience she did her best to make up for with enthusiasm. She could only get about half of my cock into her mouth, but her warm, soft hand caressed the part of my cock that wouldn't fit. Noisily, she sucked Lisa's pussy juices from my dick, closing her eyes in rapturous lust. For long minutes she sucked me, making my cock as hard as steel for her. Her own arousal was almost a palpable force in the room.

Suddenly, she stopped. Her eyes flashed open and she grinned up at me, before leaping on top of me like a wild predatory beast. I felt my little sister's slim, athletic young body crush down hard against mine, her flat abdomen fitting perfectly against my own and her small, firm breasts pressing hard into my chest. 

For a long moment, my sister and I lay there, our eyes locked together. I kissed her on the lips, and she returned the kiss in kind, our lips and tongues moving together slowly and sensuously at first but gradually building in intensity. We kissed one another in a manner that has always been forbidden to siblings, but at the moment couldn't have seemed more natural or appropriate. Soft brown strands of my sister's shoulder-length hair caressed my face as we kissed desperately, our hands exploring each other's bodies. I luxuriated in feeling the pert nipples of her small breasts, the smooth curves of her back, and the twin hills of her athletic young buttocks. Meanwhile, the warm, damp softness of my sister's forbidden mound ground along the length of my cock. She gasped as I planted something somewhere between a lick and a kiss on the curve of her smooth neck. Since both my cousin and I both have a special weakness for kisses on the neck, it didn't surprise me that my sister would as well.

Kim looked into my eyes, and no communication was necessary for us both to know what would happen next. Slowly I felt her weight shift, and she raised her hips to line up her entrance with the tip of my cock, and she slowly began lowering herself onto me. The simple contact between my glans and the tender flesh between my sister's legs was beyond heavenly, but getting into her wasn't going to be easy. After a few false tries, she took it in her hand and carefully positioned it at her stubbornly tight opening, and I felt her slowly rock her hips backwards. Kim's face was scrunched in discomfort as she pressed her tender, virginal opening against me. My hard cock was becoming uncomfortably compressed before it slipped up along the front of Kim's vaginal lips and became pinned between us. Kim ground her pussy against me, massaging her clitoris with my still damp hardness. "I'm going to fuck you, brother" she breathed in a manner that didn't invite question. She giggled nervously. "I don't care how long it takes me to get you in there!"

Kim continued rubbing against me, masturbating herself with my cock as her opening became increasingly wet. I felt her tongue trace a moist line up the side of my neck just as it had in my dream of two nights earlier, and then she crushed her lips hard against mine. As we kissed passionately, I felt Kim raise her hips again. This time, as she lowered them I could feel the very tip of my cock catch inside of somewhere wet and wonderful. Kim and I looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. This was actually going to happen. There was no going back now. We both wanted this. 




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 04



Over the sound of the hard breathing and the sound of flesh rustling against flesh, I heard the quiet slap of bare feet approaching us on the creaky old hardwood floor. Looking over, I saw Erin stride into the room with a small glass bottle in her hand. She didn't look surprised to see us.

"For the love of God, John, can't you keep it in your pants for ten minutes?" Erin asked, but she didn't sound genuinely angry or even surprised to see what was going on before her. Erin sounded more concerned and slightly frightened than upset.

"Not if we have anything to say about it!" Lisa replied cheerfully from the place on the couch where she had been sitting, idly rubbing her sodden pussy while observing Kim's last few seconds of virginity with prurient interest.

Kim remained silent, but rolled her eyes in a juvenile expression of annoyance before pressing her hips down further, determined to give me her virginity whether her saintly best friend was watching or not. Kim's impossibly tight orifice stretched slowly, until all at once the head of my cock had popped suddenly past the tight barrier to her pussy and into her hot, wet, crushingly tight depths. She let out a sharp, squealing yelp before closing her mouth tightly, looking into my eyes and smiling with self-conscious embarrassment. My sister pressed downward somewhat awkwardly but insistently, but it didn't feel as though any more of my cock could possibly fit any deeper inside of her tight vagina no matter how slick it was, and her efforts were actually a little bit painful for me. I could only imagine how it felt for her. Kim's pussy felt so small and tight that I was actually worried about physically harming her if I tried to go any deeper.

I looked at my younger sister's pretty, familiar face. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled thinly through obvious discomfort. Then she closed her eyes, gently bit her lip, and inhaled audibly. Suddenly, almost miraculously, I could feel the hot, wet, indescribably tight walls of her pussy stretching to allow me to slowly penetrate deeper into her body. It wasn't much, perhaps another two inches of penetration before my progress ground to a halt again. But it was enough that, as she relaxed and sank back, it wasn't long before I felt the rest of my cock slowly force its way inside of my sister's body. She was able to stretch enough for me to get inside of her, but only just barely.

For a long moment, Kim sat on my cock, simply adjusting to the feeling of her vagina being stretched around my cock. Her breathing was deep, slow, and controlled. Then she opened her eyes to look down at the place where our bodies were joined in incestuous union. "You're inside of me," she said with a nervous, strained voice. It was one of those rare times in life when stating the obvious can seem profound.

Kim's eyes closed again, she took in a deep breath of air, and her jaw trembled slightly as she began to move almost imperceptibly. Slowly and gingerly, she was beginning to fuck me. I looked up at my little sister as we mated, our unprotected sexual organs joined in a gloriously wicked union of a brother and sister's combined heat and moisture.

Erin stood there staring at us, her pretty brown eyes wide with fascination as I deflowered her best friend. She was breathing deeply and her face was becoming flushed. 

Naomi came and knelt beside us, her soft motherly hands gently caressing my chest and exploring Kim's athletic young body. "How does it feel, Kim?" Naomi whispered in a comforting, maternal voice. "Your first time... I remember mine like it was yesterday! David and I had saved our virginity for our wedding night, so that we could loose it together. I was so nervous that I would do something wrong! Of course, it all went just fine. It's a pretty special feeling, isn't it?"

Kim didn't respond, and I don't believe that Naomi really expected her to. Lisa squatted on the other side of Kim and I, her eyes lighting up with voyeuristic pleasure at the sight of my little sister slowly grinding her pelvis against mine.

Erin stood there like a statue; her pretty bare feet with their painted toenails were rooted to the floor. Erin's eyes were wide as she watched her mother and her older sister's hands travel along Kim and I, exploring the bodies of two siblings that were locked in the most intimate and forbidden of embraces. Erin's legs were pressed together, and she was discreetly rubbing her thighs against one another.

Naomi's hands traveled between our legs, gently caressing the sensitive area around the top of Kim's pussy, but careful not to go for the clitoris too quickly. Meanwhile, Lisa's soft, cool hands traveled along my little sister's thighs. 

Erin took a deep breath, and with a trembling hand slowly crossed herself and began whispering a silent prayer. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she uncorked the small bottle she carried and moistened a thumb with the contents. She raised her hand to her forehead, where she drew a small cross on herself with the clear liquid. It was taking all of the willpower and spiritual discipline she could muster not to disrobe and join us.

Naomi bent down, kissing the side of my face and placing her warm mouth close to my ear. "Fuck your sister," Naomi whispered to me with a wicked, conspiratorial voice. "Fuck her and cum inside of her. Let me see what I've got to look forward to in a few minutes! Oh, I need some cock so badly! Before tonight is over, you had better be ready to give me some serious fucking involving multiple orifices as payment for making me wait like this!"

My athletic young sister was slowly increasing the tempo of her movements, moving with more confidence and less awkwardness until she was eventually riding my cock with an uninhibited grace that few other virgins could have matched. By now, she had produced so much of her own sweet lubrication that it was literally running down the inside of my hips. A few times, her inexperience caused her to move too much and let me to slip out of her. Each time, she returned my dick to her body and quickly returned to riding it. Her angelic young face and beautiful body were glistening in the light with a thin film of sweat. I looked down to see my cock being engulfed by her tender young pussy, the delicate pink lips of which seemed stretched so tightly around my cock that the skin shone as though polished. A small streak of blood was being smeared along the length of my penis with each motion of our bodies, reminding us of the permanence of what we were doing. Kim's eyes were closed tightly now, and her jaw trembled as though she were suffering from hypothermia as her deep breaths came in shuddering gasps. 

Naomi's hand was now a blur as she caressed my sister's clit, while Lisa's slender hands gently caressed the sensitive white skin of my sister's thighs. My own hands roamed the soft, warm skin of my sister's tight, flat abdomen, the soft ridges of her ribs, and her tender young breasts. I had known her for her entire lifetime, but the wondrous mysteries of her beautiful nude body were still entirely new to me.

"Oh my Gooooood!" came my sister's high-pitched shriek as her eyes squinted tightly shut and her mouth opened into a wide O. The pussy that could barely stretch enough to accommodate me during our lovemaking became impossibly wetter and tighter as the silken walls of her vagina contracted forcefully around my cock, even as she continued to move on top of me. She was silent, but her mouth was frozen open as though she were still screaming in ecstasy.  I moaned loudly as I joined her in orgasm. For the first time in my sister's life, the inner sanctum of her body was bathed with my thick, rich semen as our fluids mixed within her body's magical crucible. Our organs pulsed and throbbed together in perfect harmony, my penis delivering load after load of incestuous cum deep inside of my precious little sister as her tender young body milked me of all that I could produce.

Kim collapsed on top of me in exhaustion, her hot, sweat-dampened chest heaving against my own as she tried to catch her breath. Her pussy continued to flutter and contract around my cock, and my member continued to jerk in orgasm inside of her for long minutes as Kim lay on top of me, her warm chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply. Her flushed, sweat-slick forehead pressed damply against the side of my face. Our sweaty bodies were still joined as I wrapped an arm around my sister, and we kissed not as siblings but as lovers.

"Thank you," Kim whispered sweetly as she nuzzled her face against mine.

For a few minutes, we lay there together as one. Then, we were interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared. I opened my eyes to see Naomi, lying back on the couch and parting the lips of her pussy to reveal delicious, glistening pink wetness. "All right, John. You two can cuddle later. If I don't get some cock in me now, I'm just going to burst."

Erin jolted at the sound of the words. Snapping out of the lust-fueled voyeuristic trance in which she had watched her best friend surrender her virginity to me, she immediately regained her composure. Kim and I were the closest to where she was standing. Erin quickly strode towards where we were lying, our bodies still entwined on the floor, and she once again uncorked the bottle that she was carrying. Moistening her thumb with the contents, she drew a small cross with it in the center of my sister's forehead. My sister's eyes fluttered shut before she collapsed on top of me as though asleep. My penis was still occasionally throbbing and spurting deep inside of her wet vagina, and I instinctively moved inside of her. Occasionally I could still feel the faint aftershocks of my sister's own orgasm tightening around me, even as she lay contentedly on top of me and slept.

"Holy water." Erin explained. "John, I'm not going to pretend to fully understand the powers that are at work here, but you're not acting like yourself, and my Mom, Kim, and Lisa are most definitely not acting like themselves. My father is going to be home any minute now, and here you are taking your own sister's virginity on the living room floor while my father's wife and daughter are both naked with you? Are you all crazy? None of you are acting normally. Try to think, John! With your brain, not your penis! A week ago, would you have acted like this? I think you could use a bit of holy water as well." 

Erin moistened her thumb again with the holy water, and bent down to draw a cross on my own forehead. The effect was immediate and almost magical. A pleasant feeling that I can only compare to a cool shower on a miserably hot summer's day began in my head and spread downwards and outwards until it reached the tips of my toes and fingertips. I was my normal old self again, in full control of my own mind and body once more. My cock was still hard inside of my own sister's freshly-deflowered pussy, of course, but my super-ego now had a fighting chance at keeping my id in check. The arms that I wrapped around my sister became tender and protective as I slowly extracted myself from the heavenly opening into my unconscious sister's body. As my penis left her pussy, a small stream of our mingled fluids trickled from my sister's vagina. 

As Kim slept peacefully on top of me, Erin moved on to apply the holy water to Naomi. "Erin, sweety, what do you think you're doing?" Naomi said impatiently, her forehead furrowed with annoyance.

As soon as the holy water touched Naomi's forehead, she stood up from where she had been lying on the couch, blinking as though thoroughly disoriented. Erin fetched her mother's terrycloth bathrobe from the floor where it had fallen, and she wrapped it protectively around her mother, tying the belt around her waist to cover her modesty. Almost as an afterthought, Erin grabbed Naomi's panties from the pile that they had made on the floor and put them in a pocket of her mother's terrycloth robe. I was reminded of the biblical story of Noah's righteous sons, who respectfully covered their father's nakedness.

"Go to bed, Mom." Erin whispered gently to her mother and kissed her on the cheek. Naomi stood, blinking for a long moment as though she didn't comprehend her daughter. Then she shook her head rapidly as though trying to clear a foggy mind, and slowly stumbled off towards her bedroom as though drunk or hung-over.

Erin approached Lisa, who had also stood up. Lisa's nightgown had fallen back into place, covering her nudity. Anyone that hadn't seen what had just occurred would have no idea that the beautiful young woman still had a double dose of my cum deep inside of her. Again, Erin was moistening her thumb in the holy water. As she reached towards Lisa's face, her sister grinned wickedly. Catching Erin's hand in her own, she guided it to her lips and licked the sacred liquid from her sister's thumb with her wet, pink tongue. Erin glared at her sister with annoyance as Lisa proceeded to suck Erin's thumb like a small penis as Erin struggled to get her hand free from her taller and stronger sister.

Erin turned her head to face me as her sister laughingly performed a mock-blowjob on her thumb, turning a sacred act into a crude joke. I couldn't help but laugh, which seemed to annoy Erin even more. "Come on, John. Get up and help me out here!" she said in an aggravated tone.

I was still laughing as I gently climbed out from under Kim, but before I was even fully standing Lisa had released Erin's wrist. Both of them were laughing now at the absurdity of the situation. Erin playfully punched at her sister's shoulder. "Slut!"

Lisa laughed at her sister's insult. "Say what you want. I masturbate less than you do."

Erin's face was blushing a bright red, and her eyes were wide with embarrassment. "Lisa!" she gasped, mortified.

Lisa laughed. "Everyone saw how hard you came while John was eating your pussy. I'll bet you wish he had taken your virginity too, don't you? Between everything you've seen and done tonight, I'll bet that it's going to take you a long time to go to sleep after you go to bed! So, sis, how many times tonight do you think you're going to..."

"Shut up!" Erin interrupted in a horrified stage whisper before staring ashamedly at the floor. But she didn't deny her sister's obvious implication that she would be masturbating later.



Lisa smiled as she turned to face me. The madness that had overcome her earlier was clearly gone from her clear, sparkling eyes. "Just so you know, I'd still totally fuck you again even now the holy water has gotten rid of whatever it was that came over us." Leaning in, she pressed the warm, moist softness of her lips firmly against my own in a slow, lingering kiss. "This pussy of mine will always be yours any time you want it."

Breaking the kiss, Lisa smiled at me. "Erin was right. I don't think that Dad has ever been out this late before. I'm pretty sure that he should be home any time now. I had best go to bed now. Have a great night, lover! Dream of me!" Looking down at my cock, she added, "But you might want to put some clothes on before Dad gets home."

"Sweet dreams, Lisa," I responded as Lisa very deliberately turned away from me and bent over to pick her panties off of the floor. The movement allowed her short nightgown to ride up, and it gave me one last view of her flawless ass and her glorious pussy. A little bit of my semen was gently dripping from her pretty little cleft. I appreciated the view for a long moment before Lisa stood back up, smiling at my obvious appreciation for her charms. 

As Lisa disappeared from the room, I glanced over at Erin. She was standing with her arms folded across her chest and her eyes pretending to be fascinated by an uninteresting corner of the ceiling, apparently trying not to pay attention to the fact I was naked and standing there with a raging hard-on. She was probably still embarrassed by both the obvious enjoyment she had gotten from watching her best friend losing her virginity coupled with her sister's declarations regarding her masturbatory habits. As worked up as she obviously was, it was probably safe to assume that Erin wouldn't be going directly to sleep after she climbed into bed.

Looking down, I saw with a pang of guilt that my shaft was still smeared with streaks of my sister's virginal blood, which was darkening and cracking as it slowly dried on my softening penis. I hoped that Acratophorus had been telling me the truth about not unintentionally fathering any kids. As I retrieved my clothing and quickly donned it, Erin went searching for Kim's clothing. She returned with Kim's nightclothes, which consisted of a baggy pair of flannel pajama pants, a pair of pink cotton panties, and a loose t-shirt.

Erin gently shook my sister. "Kim. Wake up." Looking over at me and seeing me eying Kim's naked body, Erin rolled her eyes in annoyance and returned her attention to Kim. "John, help me get her to her bed."

As we gently lifted Kim to her feet, her eyes opened and she glanced around. We held her, keeping her from falling. A long tendril of our mingled fluids, which were shot through with white semen and bright virginal blood, slowly drooled from my sister's vagina and trickled down the smooth skin of a toned, athletic leg.

Kim would have stumbled if Erin and I hadn't been holding her. Her face was pale, and a few of her brown hairs were plastered to the her damp, sweaty forehead. She took a deep, gulping breath. "John, Erin? Can I lie back down?" We quickly half-carried her the few feet to the couch before gently lying on her back. She closed her eyes. I took her hand in mine, and she gave my hand a gentle squeeze.

"John... my vagina feels... did we..." I guessed the question that my sister was trying to ask.

My heart was pounding in my throat as I nodded an answer to the question that she left unasked.  "Yes," I said softly.

Kim responded with a gentle sigh. "I dreamed that we had sex two nights ago and woke up feeling like my virginity was gone. But that turned out to be a dream. This was for real?"

"Yes it was," Erin answered for me, her dark eyes full of concern for her friend.

"Good." said Kim with a sleepy grin. She yawned musically and stretched her arms and legs, offering us a beautiful view of her nude body. "This had better not be a dream."

"It isn't," Erin and I assured her at the same time, although the tones we used were vastly different.

My sister opened her heavy-lidded eyes enough to glance about for her clothing, which Erin handed to her. She slipped her panties and the oversized t-shirt on, draped her pants over her arm, and rose slowly and shakily to her feet.

"Good night, big brother!" she whispered as she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek in much the same way as she always had. But this time, when I turned to kiss her cheek, our lips met. Considering what we had just shared, it shouldn't have been awkward. But for a long moment, we simply stood there, our lips less than a millimeter apart. Then, at the same time as though we had prearranged it, our lips pressed together in what quickly evolved into a long, wet, intimate lover's kiss. We held each other tight as our tongues lovingly caressed each other. We both knew that things would never be the same between us again.

"Good night, Kim," I whispered as our lips finally parted. We held each other for a long moment, and she looked up at my face with big, shy eyes. Smiling, she turned and began walking quickly from the room.

"See you in the morning!" I called after her.

She stopped in the doorway and turned towards me. "See you in the morning, John! I love you!" She smiled at me like a schoolgirl with a crush before blowing me a kiss and disappearing from the room. 

Erin approached me, her eyes serious. "John, I don't know what's going on, but I'm really worried about you. I'm worried about all of us. You know as well as I do that nobody here is acting like themselves. A week ago, and be honest! Were you really thinking about Heather romantically, or just as a cousin and a best friend?"




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 04



Erin was right. A week ago, it hadn't even occurred to me that Heather was really a woman with a woman's needs and desires. Now we were talking about having children together and living as a husband and wife as though it were the most normal thing in the world. I didn't answer Erin, but my hesitation told her everything she needed to know.

"I know that you and Kim have always been close, but what you just did isn't something that either of you would have even considered a week ago, and you know it! Maybe I can see you and Diana getting together, but you wouldn't have done it with a room full of people watching! I hate to say it, but I'm not really surprised that Sarah managed to seduce you. She's always been a bit wild, and it's obvious that she has a crush on you. But something unnatural is going on here. When my Dad gets home, which should be any time now, you really need to talk to him about everything that's happened today. I really think that my Dad will be able to help you figure out what's happening and how to best handle it."

Exhausted after the day's events, I flopped back onto the couch and shut my eyes. "What will he be able to help me with? Reading the Pentateuch in ancient Hebrew?" I asked with a yawn. "I thought that we were here because there were supernatural events going on that he couldn't handle by himself."

Erin sounded annoyed when she responded. "We're not here because of anything he couldn't handle. He just wanted an objective outsider to document what we were all seeing. There's a lot about my Dad that you don't know, and I really suspect that there's a lot more to this situation than he's been able to tell us," Erin replied cryptically. "Seriously, John. We've known each other for a long time. I've never given you stupid advice before, and I'm not going to start now. You need to talk to my Dad about what's going on as soon as you can! Promise me that you'll talk to him."

 I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and released it as a long-suffering sigh as I ran a hand backwards through my hair. I suspected that her father would probably give me some trite, predictable, party-line church advice that would be of little use or relevance, but I supposed that listening to him probably wouldn't kill me and it would make Erin happy. What I really needed now was some sleep. "Ok, Erin. But if he's not home soon, I'm going to sleep."

Erin smiled, some of the tension and fear melting from her pretty young face. "Yeah, me too. Just promise me that you'll talk to him in the morning, will you?"

I smiled back at her. "I don't know what time it is, but I'm pretty sure it already is the morning." I didn't feel like checking the wristwatch that I always wore strapped to my belt. "But, yes, I promise that I'll talk to him." I groaned as I slowly sat up and rose to my feet. I was exhausted.

Erin and I hugged good night before she headed off towards her bedroom. She had left a light on for me, but for the most part the house seemed dark and quiet. I had showered earlier that evening, but I wanted another one to clear my head. That, and because pangs of guilt filled my heart every time I thought of my sister's virginal blood smeared along my cock. Certainly what we had done was consensual, but part of me still felt a nagging guilt that I might have taken advantage of her.

I was probably the only one still awake in the house. I didn't want to bother anyone by showering on the first floor right beside the master bedroom, but I remembered Erin mentioning earlier that there was an old shower that they seldom used in the small bathroom down in the basement. Even if there weren't any soap or towels, I would be able to rinse and dry off with my t-shirt, and I could take another full-scale shower the next day. I found the stairs down to the basement behind the kitchen, and flicked on a small light that barely illuminated the bare hard gray concrete steps that led down into darkness.

The air grew progressively colder as I walked down the steps towards the basement. Finding a light switch at the bottom, I flipped it on. Nothing happened. I tried again, thinking that maybe there were fluorescent lights down here with aging ballasts, but room remained dark. I took the flashlight out of my pocket and shone it around the room, and was startled when an indistinct gray figure darted through the periphery of my vision. I whirled towards it, but saw nothing. The beam of my flashlight flickered and dimmed to a dull brown for a long moment before returning to its normal brightness. I shivered in the icy air.

I knew that I was tired and that my mind was likely to be playing tricks on me. I saw a short hallway leading to my right from the basement, and I assumed that the bathroom would have to be down there. As I approached the hallway, the air steadily became colder and a steady breeze was blowing gently towards me. That struck me as unusual, because the hallway should have been a dead end with no air blowing out of it, and I didn't hear an air-conditioner or any other appliances running back there. In fact, the basement was eerily, profoundly silent. I felt as tough I were being watched, but dismissed the feeling.

Suddenly, the silence was broken. "Come closer, child." creaked a deep, hollow, heavily-accented voice from the end of the hallway. The voice sounded mournful in a harsh and cruel sort of way, and the unexpected sound had me crouching into a low fighting stance. I could feel the hair rising on the back of my neck and my heart pounding in my chest. My right hand flashed to my knife. 

An ugly, raspy cackle that sounded entirely devoid of happiness answered my gesture. "You aren't going to be able to kill me more than once tonight, child." He spoke slowly, like a very old man speaking an unfamiliar language. "You wouldn't have defeated me even once if I hadn't been starved of nourishment for so many years! It had been close to nineteen years since I had eaten, when a stupid old priest lost his life pursuing the armband you are wearing. Before him, I had starved for centuries. Many times in my youth I feasted upon the flesh of far mightier warriors than you, tearing their strong young bodies to shreds with my claws and teeth and then gnawing upon their slowly rotting bones until another man, woman, or child became lost in the dark forests and swamps of my home at night. But don't be afraid. Those days are over now. Come. Sit. We have much to discuss."

My hand didn't leave the knife. Using my flashlight, I found the light switch at the entrance to the hallway. I flipped it, but nothing happened.

Again, a deep and menacing voice echoed from the hallway. He sounded as though he were becoming impatient with me. "Those things aren't going to work for you, child. We don't need them. Let us talk in the dark. It has been too many years since I have sat in the light. I am more comfortable with the darkness." I had never heard an accent like his before.  I had little doubt that I was hearing the voice of a man whose entire tribe had been extinct for over five thousand years.

The metallic click of my blade locking open echoed hollowly in the basement. Again I heard harsh, mocking laughter like dry leaves rustling in a cold wind. A gust of icy wind blew at me from the hallway. Again, my flashlight dimmed and flickered, threatening to leave me engulfed by the inky darkness. In the beam of my flashlight, I could see that the hallway was full of small, cluttered rooms that branched off of it in both directions. Even if my flashlight didn't go dead, it would be very difficult to walk down that hallway, especially alone, without risking ambush from any number of locations. It was impossible to tell where the voice was coming from. 

The old maxim 'when in doubt, get the fuck out" came to mind. I could shower later. I scanned the room I was in and began slowly backing towards the stairs, focusing my attention on the entrance to the hallway but carefully scanning in all directions. Glancing at the stairway that constituted the only exit from the basement, I froze.

Squatting on the bottom step was the gaunt figure of an ancient man wrapped in layered robes of well-worn leather and animal skins. His mouth was twisted into a joyless, almost toothless smile that he probably intended to be friendly, and his dark, haunted eyes gleamed like polished obsidian from deep within the wrinkled flesh of his sunken eye sockets. The loose, age-spotted, leathery skin of his weathered, wizened face was shrunken with great age about his skull. What had perhaps once been intricate tattoos on his face and arms were faded and blurred with time, and were now almost lost in the maze of wrinkles that creased his loose skin. The septum of his hooked nose was pierced with a crescent-shaped bone ornament. His hair had been plucked out aside from a hoary burst of it that protruded from the top of his head. A necklace made from small white beads, bear claws, and an intricately carved shell ornament rattled about his neck as he slowly stood. Leaning on a flint-tipped spear like a staff, he limped slowly and laboriously towards me on reed-like legs encased in loose-fitting fur leggings. Full pouches rattled and bounced with his movements from a wide belt of pale deerskin leather that he wore. He stopped an arm's length away from me and looked me in the eye. Even bent under the weight of his incalculable age, he was well over six feet tall. In his prime he would have been an impressive man indeed. 

If he wanted to talk, then there was no reason for me to attack him. Acratophorus had told me that, if this man truly were the shaman that I had met under less friendly circumstances earlier, he would help me. I lowered my knife, but kept it in my hand. He looked harmless enough, but there was no sense in being careless.

He spoke, his voice as harsh as a crow's. His accent was thick, but he spoke slowly, clearly, and carefully. "I am Skagematuck, a mighty warrior and the Great Shaman and Prophet to my people. I was asked by that drunkard of a god Acratophorus to watch over you. I have chosen to postpone my eternal happiness with my ancestors as well as to risk returning to eternal slavery to the darkness in order to help keep you and your loved ones safe, because I am an honorable man."

I nodded, keeping an eye on him. "I'm grateful for that, but what exactly are you trying to keep us safe from? No offense, but so far the only thing we've needed protection from has been you."

For a long moment, he silently glared at me as though I had offended him with unforgivable ignorance. "Child, can you not see that you are wearing a sacred relic that is powerful enough to unmake the world, and carrying an enchanted blade that is mighty enough to kill a small deity? Do you think that you are only here to play like a buck in the Fall, who ruts with every doe in the forest until the hunter takes him? Are you too blind to notice that there are powers at work here far greater than yourself? The amount of spiritual energy that you have generated for Acratophorus in the last few hours has been enough that there is hardly a demon or deity in existence that could help but to notice it. And, you must believe me child, being noticed by gods and devils is seldom good for any mortal." He gestured with the butt of his spear to the bottom of the stairs.

I slowly folded my knife and slipped it back into my pocket. Without taking my eyes off of Skagematuck, I took a seat on the stairs where he had indicated. "So, is it fair to say that I'm being hunted by demons and evil gods that are upset by what's going on?"

Skagematuck looked deeply frustrated. He took a deep breath before he answered evenly. "You are currently in little danger from demons. Few demons would risk entering Father David's house and inciting the wrath of his great Abrahamic God. Not to mention, despite your stupid behavior, you genuinely love others and you are deeply loved, both by mortals and some gods. Love and good-will can be powerful shields against truly evil spirits. Demons crave fear, anger, and hatred just as mortals desire food and drink. Love and light are to them like smoke and dust to the eyes. But you must remember that many spirits are neither entirely good nor entirely evil, and just because a god or goddess is not evil does not mean that they wish you well. The spiritual energy you are producing for Acratophorus will likely prove very enticing to any number of beings that you would do well to avoid. Some of them may wish to test the defenses that Acratophorus and your own Abrahamic God have constructed around you, even if only for their own entertainment. During these times, you must not underestimate the power of Cherise and Rachelle's prayers, or those of your friend, Erin. I would pray for your safety as well, but I abandoned my own gods many years ago when I chose to walk a very dark and crooked path. I fear that my wicked deeds have left the ears of my gods deaf to my prayers." 

The old man's lips tightened and his eyes narrowed as though trying to cover an unfathomable inner sadness with feigned anger. But, at that moment, it was as though I could see deeply into his soul, and the dark abyss of suffering, misery, horror and despair within his frozen heart threatened to engulf me as well.

For ages, he had been forced to exist as a vile creature, deprived of his very humanity and despised by all of mankind, hated perhaps most of all by himself. For numberless centuries, Skagematuck had lived as a creature of darkness, forced to prey upon innocent human beings and to cause untold suffering in this world. I stood to try to comfort the old man, but he froze me in place with painfully outraged eyes, as though my thoughts had wandered where they never belonged and invaded something deeply personal of his that I had no right to behold.

For a moment that seemed like a lifetime, I felt as though there were an icy wind whistling through my empty heart and leaving me spiritually frozen and devoid of anything good, clean, or pure. I remembered how the touch of the wendigo that the old shaman had once been had frozen me to the bone. The feeling somehow brought to mind the way I had felt in Iraq after the first man that I had killed, and how his horrified face and the faces of the many others that came to join him in death had consistently haunted my dreams since then. Years of therapy at the Veteran's Affairs hospital had helped me more than I had ever expected it to, but what has been done can never be undone. 

I imagined what it must have been like for Skagematuck to spend thousands of years stripped of his humanity and living as a hideous monster that existed for the sole purpose of devouring the flesh of innocent human beings. It was a great mercy that the thought was too horrible for me to comprehend, for had my mind been able to encompass the whole of what Skagematuck had experienced, I could have never beheld the warmth of sunlight or held an innocent baby in my arms again. I now knew why he shunned the light.

In Skagematuck's eyes was the horrified, haunted look of a man that the living world would lock away for being a madman. But what he suffered from was the exact polar opposite of being out of touch with reality; his view of reality was far clearer than the frail mortal mind had ever been constructed to withstand. "Foolish child!" He wailed despairingly. "Why is it that you have spirits that have existed for countless years risking eternal damnation for your sake, and yet you fail to see the peril of your own situation? Do you know how slowly the endless hours of eternity pass for those in the shadow? Could you keep your own sanity if you knew of the nameless fear that dwells in the solitude of endless darkness?" He glared at me for a moment, cackling like a lunatic. "You are two-thirds ghost yourself, now that you have eternally bound your soul to those of Rachelle and Cherise. You can see and hear spirits like myself clearly now, because you are now at once both living and dead. Soon, you will know why the living instinctively fear loneliness and darkness! Oh, yes, child, you shall know, and none shall have to explain it to you then! Then you shall see why Cherise, Rachelle, Acratophorus and I fear for you!" He chuckled mirthlessly, his tormented eyes boring into me.

"So..." I began, but even before I could formulate my question Skagematuck interrupted me.

"Your soul is eternally and irrevocably bound to Rachelle and Cherise's. They are inside of you right now, and you are inside of them. You are so close now that you can even share their memories, if you wish. Get used to it, because your souls will always be close together for the rest of eternity. It won't be so bad, young one. They are as both as pure and as sweet as the sunlight, and what they did was motivated by love and genuine concern for your safety. But you must trust me, young one; eternity is a very long time! For that reason, I caused your cousin Heather to fall into a deep sleep until I could talk to you. Like Rachelle and Cherise, Heather is a potential soul-mate to you. If you make love to her in this reality, the love that you feel for one another could easily bond your very souls inseparably together for the rest of eternity. What you have done together in the silly little dream-world that Acratophorus has constructed for you has already come dangerously close to doing precisely that! And eternally bonding two souls together is a powerful act; it is never something to do ignorantly or lightly. Acratophorus seemed to believe that bonding your souls together was a good idea that would strengthen both of you, which is why he orchestrated for your friendship to blossom into full-fledged romantic love so quickly. Yes, child, your love for each other has always been real, but you and she are being manipulated now by outside forces beyond your control! Deities always think that they know best for mortals, and usually they do. But I wanted both of you to have a choice. Do you want her to also have to walk the dark and frightening path that lies before you, and to risk her own destruction? Mortals should always have choices. I wanted you to make the decision with your eyes open and as wisely as one as young as yourself can, fully knowing the consequences of your actions. Your Abrahamic God would agree that you both deserve the right to choose your fate."

He glanced around, his hand near his spear. "I should not stay here any longer, but there is an other deity that you befriended by accident many years ago. It was she who suggested you as a worthy heir to Acratophorus. You must meet her tomorrow, for there are many things that she must tell you."

The shaman continued. "Tell the priest who calls himself Father David that you must go with him tomorrow to see the family of the man who killed himself. Talk to him, child, and earn his friendship. He and his sister will be a powerful allies to you, so long as you can behave yourself around Naomi and Erin! Father David is a good and kind man, but I must warn you that he can be very dangerous if provoked. Acratophorus warned me that Father David will not want to take you with him tomorrow, because he is battling a dangerous demon that has long been tormenting the family of the man who killed himself. In fact, the man who killed himself did so in the mistaken belief that the demon only wanted to destroy him, and that his death would release his family from danger. This is why Father David has been out so late. He will not regard you as properly trained to join him. But above all else, you must not stay here tomorrow for the sake of Naomi and Erin! The armband will affect them more strongly each time they experience its influence until they surrender to their lust, and you must know that Erin already cares deeply for you. If Father David refuses to take you with him tomorrow, Acratophorus suggested that you ask him about the Holy Order of the Knights of Canterbury. If that's not enough to rattle him into letting you join him, perhaps ask him how safe he thinks the Fist of Hahgwehdaetgah, the Spear of Lugh, the Golden Apple of Eris, and the Necklace of Tlazolteotl are if the Armlet of Dionysus has been compromised. Those are four other artifacts that his order still guards in remote places, because they either could not be safely shipped to England or, in the case of Lugh's spear, they are too dangerous to have near large numbers of people in the Tower of London. The very fact that you know of their existence should get his attention." I thought that I heard an insane, mirthless cackle as the ancient shaman gradually dissipated into nothingness.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 04



As the force that had kept the lights non-functional left, the garish white lights flickered on blindingly. For a long moment, I stood there blinking and staring at where Skagematuck had been. The basement was gradually becoming warmer again in the spirit's absence. It occurred to me that, if he had been near this location for five thousand years, I should have asked him what he knew about the location of the rest of the treasure that had been hidden during the Revolutionary War. Walking down the narrow hallway, I found the bathroom and enjoyed a nice, warm shower before I headed upstairs to go to bed.

Opening the antique wooden door that led into my room, I could see the figure of Heather sleeping peacefully on my bed, comfortably wrapped beneath a pile of soft blankets. I walked in quietly, and slipped out of my shirt and shoes. Climbing under the blankets, I saw that my cousin had fallen asleep nude while waiting for me. Skagematuck had done his job well; Heather didn't awaken as I cuddled close to her warm body. The peaceful sound of her gentle breathing calmed my body, heart, and soul.

Whether I had been manipulated by powers beyond my control or not, I couldn't imagine an eternity without Heather. Soon we would discuss the formation of a bond even stronger and more eternal than that of marriage. There was an indescribably sense that all was right with the world as I nestled my body comfortably against hers. The last thing I remembered before sleep took me was placing a gentle kiss on my cousin's soft lips. 



Paranormal Research Club Ch. 05



This is purely a work of erotic fiction. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved. 

*** WARNING! ***

This chapter contains elements of non-consensual sex. Readers that find this material disturbing or offensive may prefer to skip this chapter. Thank you.

I lay in the bed, happily cuddled against the warm, soft body of my beloved cousin and listening to her gentle breathing. I hoped that this would be only the first of many nights that I would be falling asleep in her arms. We had a lifetime of friendship, shared memories, and a shared family history that had long ago made us inseparable. Heather had been my first real friend as a child, and we had always been there for one another. So much was changing for me so rapidly that perhaps I was wishing to be with someone who had always been a safe and trusted constant in my life. In my conscious mind, I knew that my emotions had been manipulated by deities with agendas entirely unrelated to my happiness. But I had always loved Heather deeply. The romantic nature of that love was new, at least on my part, but I truly couldn't have picked a better mate for myself.

I had expected to come to consciousness in my familiar clearing in the forest, perhaps even already alone with Heather and curled cozily together on the bed. I had hoped for a chance to discuss what Skagematuck had told me with her. What she chose to do with that information was up to her, of course. But I longed for her so deeply that I felt incomplete without her, and I knew that there was little chance of her choosing not to cement our bond forever.

I came to consciousness in a large, dimly lit room. The architecture was clearly antique, and while I am no expert on such things, it struck me as vaguely Greco-Roman. From a circular hole at the apex of the tall domed ceiling and a pair of small, high windows, the pale blue moonlight filtered in dimly luminous beams through the arid, dusty air. Sinister looking statues of dark bronze, many of which appeared to be depictions of an entire range of unspeakably depraved acts of horrific violence, were positioned regularly around the perimeter of the room. The slanted cylinder of moonlight illuminated an elliptical section of the hard, sandy floor, revealing a mosaic depiction of men, women, and even young children from some ancient society engaged in savage acts of ghastly violence against one another. Despite the grotesque and sickening subject matter, I was forced to feel a grudging respect for the artist that had used a naturally difficult medium to graphically convey a sense of utter madness and horror. I shuddered and looked away. I didn't know where I was, but I didn't like it and I was grateful that Heather wasn't here.

My eyes were slowly becoming more accustomed to the murky darkness, and I opted not to spoil my night vision by using my flashlight. I approached a large, heavy door that stood in one corner of the room. It was made of ancient wooden beams that had been reinforced with broad strips of black, rust-pitted iron. A heavy beam of dry, cracked, splinter-infested wood that held the door shut slid ponderously out of the way as I forced it back, making a harsh, rasping sound as it slid along the rusted iron brackets that held it. Bits of dirt, flakes of rust, and splinters clattered to the floor from the ancient wooden beam, and even in the dim light I could see dark stains in the wood from ages of contact with the rusted iron brackets. Dusty cobwebs were torn as the beam moved, and their occupants scurried to hide in the deep cracks in the dry, ancient wood. 

I placed my shoulder against the rough surface of the door and pressed hard with my legs to force it open. It didn't budge, but I could feel the door move slightly when I backed up a step and then battered against it with my shoulder. Countless years of grime and rust had frozen the sturdy and unyielding iron hinges firmly in place, but with considerable effort I was able to get the ponderous door to open slightly as the hinges squealed loudly in protest and the hinges rattled against the shrunken wooden beams. A thin slice of dim blue outside light became suddenly visible through a narrow crack at the edge of the door. My legs trembled with effort and sweat beaded my brow as I pushed with all of my might against the barrier that held me trapped inside of the room. I am in excellent physical condition, but it still took me several minutes of grueling work to get the heavy door to open far enough for me to squeeze through it.

I walked outward, past tall columns of crumbling stone and into a paved area surrounding a courtyard of sorts. Dead, twisted trees rose up from a chaotic, weed-filled parody of a garden. A light, foggy mist hugged close to the ground, glowing blue in the dim moonlight. I saw a light colored human-shaped phantom approaching me from the side, and I turned to face it.

"John? Is that you? Where are we?" asked a voice that I immediately recognized as Cherise's.

"I wish I knew," I replied as I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't know what lived here, but I was in no hurry to meet it.

"I don't like it here. Let's find Mom and leave." she said. She sounded heart-wrenchingly young and frightened, and I felt the deep instinctive need to comfort and protect her. It would do her no good for me to share my own misgivings about this place.

"John? Cherise?" came a clear voice from the far corner of the garden. It was Rachelle.

Cherise followed me closely as I cut across the courtyard towards the voice. "We're coming," I said as I stepped past a piece of cracked marble that might have once been a fountain. Across a low wall that surrounded most of the garden, I could see a white shape that I recognized as Rachelle's dress. She climbed over a low wall and met us. In her hands, I saw that she carried something long and dark that looked like a rifle.

Seeing me and her daughter, she approached us and gave each of us a hug and a kiss. "I don't know where we are, but I propose that we find a way to get out of here. John, I don't know if you've noticed, but the statues are armed with real weapons. I found a musket along with some good dry powder and musket balls on one of the statues. I don't know where we are, but based on the way this place is decorated I suspect that whoever lives here isn't entirely sane. Being armed might not be a bad idea until we can figure out a way to get out of here. The gate is locked, but the two of us might be able to find a way to unbar it, especially if that magical knife Acratophorus gave you can cut through steel as easily as it can stone. The windows leading out of this place are too high for us to reach, but we might be able to figure something out there if we can't manage get the gate open."

Glancing around in the dim twilight, I saw that Rachelle had been correct. The statues were sickening in their detail, and the weapons were undeniably real. What manner of lunatic would make statues like this, and what sort of psychopath would see fit to use them as decoration? I quickly glanced about at the statues for one with more-or-less modern weapons. If one of these statues happened to be carrying modern military-style demolitions, I was confident that I had enough training with explosives to safely and effectively get the gate open in short order. I looked past an armored Roman legionnaire that was frozen in the act of violently attacking a young girl to see a bearded American soldier in an American Civil War era uniform. He had been depicted in the act of ramming the long socket bayonet on his Sharps rifle through the skull of an infant and deep into the chest of a pretty but obviously terrified young American Indian girl.

Cherise eyed the statue sadly. "Who would make a statue like that? That girl looks a lot like a girl I was friends with when my family lived among the Abenakis, and she had a baby brother just his age. They're not dressed the same, but the faces- Oh, dear God have mercy, that's horrible!"

Rachelle sadly shook her head. "Our family lived among them for several years. I had gotten married a lot younger than most people in your day and age do, and my husband had always taken good care of me. When he died, I had to learn a lot about self-sufficiency very quickly, and the Abenakis were the kindest and most patient teachers I could have possibly asked for. Cherise and I wouldn't have survived the winter if they hadn't let us stay with them and taken care of us. She was still only a little girl. There was a kind old woman in the village that was like a grandmother to her, and she would keep Cherise quiet and entertained by a warm fire on the long winter nights. Sometimes, when Cherise wanted to hear a scary story, she would tell her tales of a type of monster that they called a 'skadegamutc', or 'ghost-witch'. They didn't use it like a proper noun, but I've always thought it sounded very similar to Skagematuck's name."

The more I knew about Rachelle, the more I liked and respected her. Skagematuck was right; if I had to spend eternity in the presence of two people I had never met before, I couldn't have picked better company that Rachelle and Cherise. Already, with our souls bound inseparably together like three glasses of water poured into a single pitcher, we were able to communicate effortlessly despite the fact that I did not speak their language. I wondered what other useful skills they had learned during a hard life on the frontier that I might be able to learn from our shared memories. There would be plenty of time to concern myself with that later. For now, I needed to focus my energy on leading us out of this place.

I looked around the yard for warriors with familiar weapons before returning to the statue of the Civil War era soldier. His .52 caliber Sharps model 1859 rifle was the most modern and familiar weapon I could find in our immediate area. I shuddered in disgust as I grabbed the battered wooden stock and pulled hard to get it free. The cracked, dry-rotted leather of the weapon's sling creaked and strained as I pulled against the rear sling swivel in an effort to dislodge it. My skin crawled with disgust at the dry, grating sound that filled the air as the long steel bayonet began to work free of the all-too-realistic infant's skull like some vile and deranged parody of the Arthurian legend. Suddenly, there was a crunch like a tree limb snapping as one of the statue's hands came off, still firmly attached to the stock of the rifle. 

I could feel my hair stand on end as a low, mournful, agonized wail rose from nearby, and I realized with horror that it was coming from behind the figure's eerily detailed face. I looked down at the remnants of the hand that still clung tenaciously to the rifle, and realized to my shock and disgust that this was, in fact, no statue. While the preserved skin was smooth and resembled bronze in appearance, it was nothing but the brittle shell of an actual mummified human hand. 

Grimacing in revulsion, I smashed the desiccated flesh from the rifle barrel with my fist, and it crumbled and fell to the ground in a shower of dehydrated tissue, bones, and shriveled sinew. I removed what appeared to be a human scalp that the previous owner had tied to the barrel and I placed it respectfully on the ground below where the statue stood. I was in no position to judge others for taking the scalps of their legitimate fallen enemies, but the wanton mutilation of murdered women and children was nothing that I could feel any level of sympathy or respect for. 

I did not wish to risk the noise that properly test-firing the weapon would make, and my top priority was still getting the gate open and getting out of here. Still, out of old habit, I carefully inspected the weapon with my flashlight and checked the working parts to make certain that they still functioned properly. The rifle already had a percussion cap in place, and the breech was loaded with a well-preserved paper cartridge. While I would have vastly preferred a weapon with a more auspicious provenance, the old Sharps was undeniably a good weapon and I had no doubt that I would be able to use it effectively. I helped myself to the soldier's cartridge box, stuffing a cargo pocket with a handful of ancient paper cartridges and a small package of percussion caps.

"A suitable punishment, don't you think?" came a cultured female voice from nearby. "He enjoyed committing a wide range of horrific acts against his fellow human beings in life, and he offended the gods with his cruelty. Because his sins caught my particular attention, his soul was sent here after his death rather than being condemned to Tartarus for punishment. Now, he gets to be eternally frozen in one of the very sins that earned him damnation. This particular offense happened in 1864 at a place called Sand Creek, in what would eventually become the American state of Colorado. These particular victims were an unarmed 10-year-old Cheyenne girl and her infant brother, who she was trying to carry to safety after their parents were both murdered."

I turned towards the voice, holding the antique rifle low and resting my hand on the hammer, prepared to cock the weapon.

Before me was the handsome but unnaturally pale figure of a very tall, slender woman. She clearly saw that I was armed, but she didn't seem particularly concerned. Her marble-white flesh glowed almost blue in the moonlight. Strips of a tattered white garment that might have once been a dress of sorts fluttered in the breeze from her slender frame. The cloth had been shredded and frayed as though by a fierce wind, and it did little to cover her flawless body. Her long, wild, unkempt black hair cascaded down from the top of her head in disheveled waves of dark tangles that contrasted sharply with her ghostly alabaster skin. Her eyes sparkled eerily with a luminous inner light. Large, raven-like wings spread out behind her. Despite her tattered clothing, there was something unmistakably regal about the way that she carried herself, and I suspected that I was in the presence of a goddess.

Her voice was calm and almost sweet-sounding as she continued. "Until this man recognizes how wrong his actions were and truly turns away from the path of cruelty in his heart, his consciousness will be simultaneously experiencing this act from both the perspective of the sadistic killer he was, his helpless victims, and all those who loved them and suffered because of their untimely deaths. One might expect that this would be a nearly perfect formula for teaching him the true nature of his crimes and getting him to repent, but so far his heart is still far too cold and hard. I will keep his soul here until he can be trusted to behave around other mortals in the afterlife, but so far he has only felt anger and self-pity rather than genuine remorse. Would you believe that he actually blames his victims for his current predicament? Not surprisingly, he is currently nearly insane with rage against the stranger that just ripped his hand off at the wrist to take his rifle."

Her voice sounded sweet and almost childlike, but it also carried undertones that chilled me to the bone as she spoke. "So, mortal, what sort of punishment do you think is suitable for a guest in my house who sees fit to damage my property and then vainly threaten me with a silly mortal weapon inside of my own home?"

Trying to buy the three of us more time as I backed away, I began talking. It wasn't far to the gate. "Ma'am, I'm sorry for damaging... your property. My name is John, and I don't know where we are or how we got here. I'm not trying to threaten you or anyone else, but I need to keep my friends safe until we can figure out a way to get out of here."

The being laughed beautifully and melodiously, but her voice carried with it an unmistakable sense of unspeakable and dreadful power. "I know who you are, John, and you're here because I brought you. You won't be leaving until our business together has been completed to my satisfaction. But the fact that I invited you into my home does not imply that you have my permission to harm my possessions, and that soldier is my property and will most likely remain my property for the rest of eternity. I am Eris, goddess of chaos, strife, and warfare, and this is my home. I have business with you, mortal, but you are beginning to try my patience by thinking that you have the power to intimidate me with useless mortal trinkets. I demand that you put that rifle down immediately."

I kept Cherise and Rachelle behind me, standing protectively between them and the goddess as we slowly backed towards the gate. I thought of the men that I had killed overseas, but I had only done what had been absolutely necessary in order to get myself and the men with me out of there alive. I knew, no matter what the devils of my conscience screamed at me in my nightmares, that I had never done anything like that wicked soldier from the infamous Sand Creek Massacre. Cherise and Rachelle deserved nothing but bliss in the afterlife, but they were apparently here because of me. I owed it to them to keep them safe. 

Perhaps I could hold off this being with the rifle long enough for Rachelle to cut through the lock on the gate with my enchanted knife. It wasn't a perfect plan to be sure, but it beat sticking around and finding out what she had in store for the three of us. Particularly if her plans involved adding us to her collection of statues.

Cherise was almost to the gate when Eris gave me an impatient glance and gestured towards the rifle in my hands. Without warning, I felt an invisible but irresistible power tear the old Sharps rifle from my grasp with such fearful violence that the butt of the weapon narrowly missed smashing my jaw. The wood and steel weapon with its long bayonet flipped high into the air until it was little more than a black speck in the dark blue sky. Long moments later, it fell to earth with tremendous force, driving the murderous steel spike along with a large portion of the rifle's barrel deep into the earth at the very spot where I had been standing moments before. If I had not continued to back up, I would certainly have joined the young Cheyenne girl and her brother in dying a grisly death at the end of that merciless blade.

Without warning, the goddess lunged for me like a tigress attacking its prey. I sidestepped her attack and, using an aikido technique that Diana had once taught me, re-directed her momentum harmlessly to the side. Faster than I would have believed possible, she regained her footing and was upon me, gracelessly grabbing me with the impossible, relentless strength that only a deity could possess. As she effortlessly slammed my spine against the unyielding earth, every bone in my body was jarred numbingly, my teeth banged together, and the air was crushed from my lungs. Despite her height, she was slightly built and did not weigh much as she climbed on top of me, straddling my waist and pinning my temporarily stunned body securely to the earth. Her deceptively slender arms were as strong as heavy steel beams, and my efforts to struggle and throw her off of me were entirely ineffective. As I struggled with all of my might to gain some leverage, she quieted me with a slender, milky-white hand that clamped tightly around my throat. I sensed that she had more than enough strength in that hand to have killed me easily, and I wisely quit struggling. She smiled at me with cruel arrogance as she relaxed her grip on my windpipe. She straddled my chest, sitting up and looking at me with a terrible possessiveness that chilled me to the bone. 

Suddenly, from behind me, there was an ear-splitting explosive roar. A vast cloud of flame, sparks, and billowing white smoke flashed in the dim blue twilight, briefly lighting the world around us in a sickly yellow cast. A ragged hole the size of a quarter was ripped in the tattered white cloth between the goddess' breasts as a round lead ball three-quarters of an inch across struck Eris directly in the center of her sternum. The clearing became deathly silent, and the sulfurous stench of burnt black powder filled the air. The soft lead ball fell through a rip in Eris' garment, and it landed with a dull, lifeless thud against the sturdy denim shell of my insulated vest. Even through the thick garment I could feel the heat of the musket-ball. Looking down, I saw that the soft lead was deformed and flattened as though it had struck something soft and yet utterly impenetrable.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 05



"Get out of here, Rachelle!" I yelled. I feared that the sweet woman had just ensured that she would be destroyed forever in front of her precious daughter's eyes. Desperate to distract Eris, I tried to squirm under the goddess to get to my knife, but the thighs that she clamped about my waist were far too strong for my hand to get under them and access my pocket. In desperation, I threw a punch at the goddess' solar plexus that would have broken through several inches of wood or floored a very strong man. The massive shock of the blow jarred my bones from my knuckles all the way up to my shoulder. Not surprisingly, the punch was even less effective than the musket-ball had been. The goddess seemed to neither notice nor care.

Rachelle was on a knee, her smoking flintlock still clenched in her trembling hands as she stared wide-eyed at the goddess that she had just shot. "Get away from him, witch! I rebuke you in the name of the Living God!" she yelled boldly. "Cherise! Run!" she yelled at her daughter as she leaped to her feet. Cherise began desperately searching for handholds to try to climb the gate, but could not find enough of them to make any real progress.

I was in utter terror for Rachelle's safety as she bounded towards where the goddess had me pinned to the ground. Rachelle lunged forward, gripping the musket by the barrel like a cudgel. Her pretty face was taut with fear and anger, her eyes narrowed with the protective rage of a mother bear defending her family. I had only known her for a day, but I would have gladly sacrificed my own life and even my soul to prevent her from sacrificing hers for me. Desperately, I struck the goddess again and again with my painful and now bleeding fists, staining her white garments with spots of my own blood and thrashing beneath her desperately as she straddled me impassively, easily pinning me to the ground.

Eris looked at Rachelle with annoyance as the beautiful French settler brought the musket around in a wicked arc aimed at her head. "Since when is the Abrahamic God the only one that counts as living?" she asked as she casually raised a hand, grabbing the wooden stock of the antique weapon. She caught it as easily and as painlessly as if it had been a gently tossed tennis ball. The sudden shock of the goddess' hand stopping the weapon jarred it from Rachelle's hands, and for a long moment the two stared wordlessly at one another. Eris' face revealed naked animosity, while Rachelle's face revealed dogged, almost suicidal courage in the face of mortal danger. 

There was a sickening crunch as Eris smoothly and easily crushed her hand around the musket's sturdy maple stock, pulverizing and grinding the hard wood into jagged splinters using the thin, pale fingers that had only moments ago been wrapped around my throat.

Striking the goddess with my fists was proving utterly ineffective, and I could not reach my knife. Desperate and despairing, for perhaps the first time in my life I reduced myself to begging for mercy. "Don't hurt her! Please! I'll do anything!"

Eris dropped the mangled flintlock musket and looked at me, a thin smile on her lips. "I won't harm her for now, as long as you remain cooperative. My business is with you, mortal. Not her," the goddess said. The cultured, intelligent tone had returned to her voice. She made a careless gesture towards Rachelle and Cherise, and both of them froze as stiff as the statues around them.

"What do you want?" I growled. My heart sank at the thought of the unspeakable and undeserved tortures that the cruel goddess might inflict upon sweet Cherise and Rachelle. I couldn't give up on them without a fight. My hand wiggled between the immovable flesh of her thigh and the unyielding bone of my right hip as I tried desperately and ineffectively to reach my knife.

The goddess smirked. "What I want is for you to give up your foolish plans regarding that knife in your pocket. I can see that Dionysus put some very powerful blessings on it, and it would hurt badly enough to make me very angry in the unlikely event that a mortal like you succeeded in striking me with it. But Dionysus would be a fool to challenge me even if he were here himself. It would be impossible for a knife that he had blessed to kill me. Did you know that his mother was a mortal, like you? Maybe that's why he has such a weakness for your kind."

She was sitting above me, straddling me and looking down at me with amusement. Her garment was thin and torn, and despite the goddess' superhuman strength, her body felt warm, feminine, and in most ways not entirely unlike a human being's through my clothing. But there was also something more; an almost electrical aura of invisible, rippling, pulsating energy that flowed from her everywhere her body contacted me. 

Her large, luminous eyes flashed fearfully as she gloated over me. "Mortals are always foolishly praying that the gods will curse them with wisdom, so listen to me and I will teach you real truth regarding the physical universe of which, through mere chance, you happen to be a hopelessly tiny part. Chaos is the natural form of all that is true or beautiful in the physical realm, and all things that are you regard as real are nothing but fleeting illusions waiting to become chaotic nothingness. Disorder is the natural and most permanent state of all worldly things. Embrace that, mortal, and you will understand the nature of your reality itself. Everything you see in your world is meaningless, ephemeral, and evanescent, made for no ultimate purpose other than that of changing from one state into another and ultimately ceasing to exist, becoming as one with the beautiful swirling chaos from which your reality was formed. In short, mortal, if you cannot embrace chaos and the changes that you mistakenly perceive as destruction, then you are denying the very nature of your physical existence. Only your spiritual existence, which mortals mostly ignore, really has any permanence to it. Your species is a new arrival on your isolated little planet, and the eventual extinction of your species is, of course, an undeniable inevitability. It's just a question of when."

I was listening, but wondering why she was giving me a lecture in depressing philosophy. She gazed at me intently, as though waiting for a response. Unsure of what to say, I simply nodded.

"Like angels, demons, and gods, you mortals have a spiritual aspect to your nature that makes you much more interesting than most of your surroundings. That spiritual nature also means that there are very meaningful and far-reaching spiritual implications for human thoughts and actions. Your kind can even mate with gods or demons to produce offspring, which is almost unprecedented among the other beasts." She seemed to put unusual emphasis on the last sentence.

"Gods and goddesses, like myself, can harness the power of human life forces the way that my half-brother, Dionysus who you call Acratophorus, is doing through the link between himself and your armband. There are also, however, ancient enemies of the gods that have plotted against us, and we against them, since long before the creation of the matter that your universe is made of. Demons and devils have learned to feed upon the power of mortals' fear, anger, jealousy, and hatred, and they have become very adept at spreading these negative emotions through your world. They have done so until World War Three has become entirely unavoidable. Every day, human, the gods grow weaker as humans abandon goodness and engage in selfishness and cruelty against one another, while the legions of Hell become mightier from the combined sins of your race. As your planet's human population continues to grow, your ability to nourish the demons grows proportionately, and soon the events that will surround World War Three would become such that they might potentially upset the eternal balance of the multiverse. The sins of mortals could even potentially give demons the power to destroy the gods in the same way that the gods once destroyed the Titans."

"Listen, mortal. The soul of a human being gives at least the essence of your kind a sort of immortality, in a sense. I'm not acting to dissolve the existence of human souls, and the souls of those already born shall reside forever in the same afterlife that your kind all go to after a few years of life on your Earth anyway. All that would really change would be that no more human souls would arrive in the afterlife. But World War Three must happen now, before the fear, rage, and hatred of the human race can reach the catastrophic levels I have described! I can promise you that it shall be an honorable and suitable end to the epic of your race, human."

"There are some very powerful deities that love human beings, but are not intervening on either side regarding the survival of your race because they are more interested in your spiritual state than your physical one, and they don't believe that demons could ever become a serious threat to them. Dionysus, however, is actively working to prevent World War Three. My foolish half-brother is clearly either ignoring or failing to see the danger in postponing the inevitable annihilation of human life on your planet! He is using all of the spiritual energy you are generating for him to try in his own clumsy, drunken, ham-handed way to increase peace and good-will among humans. It is far too little, far too late. It's an unreliable and tediously slow stop-gap measure at best, and we don't have time to see if it could even begin to work. By his refusal to allow me to inspire World War Three now, Dionysus is risking the continued existence of reality as we know it in exchange for a few more years of life for mortals."

Eris stopped talking and looked at me contemplatively. "I can see your thoughts. You aren't willing to actively help me bring about the end of your species, and you're not willing to stop working with my half-brother, are you? Hope and optimism are two great strengths of the human race, but I'm afraid that in this case they could be your downfall. I'm certain that Dionysus will be pleased by your loyalty. But I'm afraid that your willing cooperation won't be necessary. You shall serve me, mortal. Willingly or not," she mused.

She smiled a wicked and predatory grin that chilled me to the bone as her luminous eyes bored into me as though analyzing my very soul for some inscrutable purpose. She hooked a finger into the neckline of my t-shirt, slowly stretching the fabric away from my skin. Slowly, a stream of swirling white smoke began to curl upwards from the darkening knit cotton of my shirt. The finger that had felt like a normal digit only moments before began to burn its way through the fabric of my shirt as though it were made of glowing hot steel. Her finger traveled down my chest, leaving the charred and smoking fabric to fall away and gradually exposing my naked thorax and abdomen to the hot, dry air.

Eris grinned malevolently as her hand approached the waistband of my pants. "You aren't going to try to get away from me if I get off of you for a moment, are you? It would be a shame for you to leave me here with no one to entertain me but your two lady friends." I felt a chill travel down my spine at her implied threat. She raised her hips off of me, and gently lowered a long fingernail to my chest. The digit felt cool to the touch as she slowly and lazily traced it in a meandering path down from my left pectoral muscle, down my abdomen and belly button, and arriving at the buckle of my sturdy military-issue nylon belt. 

Hooking the finger beneath the sturdy woven nylon of my belt, she grinned wickedly as reeking black smoke began to rise from the burning fabric. Her finger effortlessly melted and cut through both my thick belt and the sturdy cargo pants beneath it, exposing my vulnerable but unharmed flesh. Then she reached for the neckline of her own garment. With a single violent gesture, she ripped it down the middle and cast it from herself.

The goddess stood above me, tall, powerful, nude and majestically beautiful. Her pallid body reflecting the blue moonlight like polished marble. Her breasts were small and firm, coming to points with proud nipples surrounded with ashen aureolas that were distinguished more by their texture than by a difference in color from the rest of her flesh. My gaze traveled down her slender, healthy abdomen which was flat and rippling with well-defined muscles beneath the snow-colored skin. Finally, my gaze came to the juncture between her long, statuesque legs. Eris' nether regions were entirely hairless, and as unnaturally achromatic as the rest of her body. She stood over my face, and I looked up at her genitalia and perfect ass. Slowly and fluidly, with superhuman muscular control, she lowered her hips until the smooth, warm flesh of her hairless vulva was pressed hard against my lips. "Lick me!" she hissed.

I began hesitantly tonguing her slit as she slowly ground the exquisitely smooth and soft flesh against my mouth. My hesitancy soon evaporated as her glistening juices trickled from her crevice and and into my mouth like drops of enchanted liquified starlight. The aroma and taste of the goddess' miraculous reproductive tract were impossibly, consummately wonderful, like nothing that I had ever experienced or even imagined before. It was as if the summation of all that was desirable and magnificent in the universe could be condensed into a miraculous liquid, which I lapped with gusto. I reached up with my hands, grabbing Eris' soft, smooth butt cheeks in my hands and pulling her vulva closer to me. She moaned appreciatively as her magical fluids drove me wild with need and infatuation; I would have willingly drowned myself between her legs if she had let me. 

As her precious, sacred fluids trickled down my throat, I could sense a change come over my mind that should have alarmed me, but didn't. Eris was becoming my entire universe as I suckled at the juncture between her soft white legs, and all that mattered to me was my complete and unconditional need to give myself to this amazing being in my entirety, regardless of what consequences might come.

Her pleasure was shared with me through a link between us that I could neither understand nor describe, and it engulfed the two of us in a glowing halo of light as we climbed together towards the shared bliss of her orgasm. I licked and sucked between her legs like a madman, my frenzied tongue working tirelessly to please this beautiful creature as she ground her most sensitive and intimate parts against me. When her primal screams of pleasure echoed through the small courtyard, I felt a jubilant sense of exhilaration and triumph as the goddess experienced her orgasm. 

She pulled away from my face, a trail of her magical, glimmering juices clinging to my mouth and forming a narrow liquid filament that briefly connected me to her beautiful vulva through a visible, physical link. I held her ass cheeks, trying to pull her back to me. I needed more of her! I would die without more of that miraculous pussy! I would do anything for more of her. Anything. She looked down at me with cruel triumph in her face.

Eris gazed out into the courtyard at the statue-still forms of Rachelle and Cherise. With a gesture of her hand, both of them were caught up into the air by some unseen force, and swept over to where Eris sat straddling my waist.

Cherise blinked, clearly disoriented. "What are you doing?" she asked in a frightened voice.

Eris smiled wickedly at her. "I want you to watch as I breed with your soul-mate. I want you to witness and be part of the conception of my daughter. I want you to be a part of the act that shall be the beginning of the end for the human race. And more than that, since we have so much spiritual energy gathered here for the creation of my daughter, I wanted to share a bit of it with you before we put it to its final use. It's only fair, since the two of you helped generate some of it. Yes, dear. Even some of the power you sacrificed your cherished virginity to create is here around us now, and shall soon be concentrated and nourished inside of my womb."

The light that surrounded Eris and I was still there, glowing and pulsing like a living being. She looked down at me. "I imagine that my half-brother now knows that energy can flow both ways through the link that he has with your armband! Can you even comprehend the quantity of energy required to create the immortal frame of a goddess? The energy that we shall use to create your daughter is here, surrounding us. This is her essence, drawn from the energy of Dionysus through your armband! Consider yourself blessed, mortal. Few mortals ever get to father a goddess, and perhaps no mortal before yourself has ever taken part in a more significant event than our coupling shall be. Through you and your link with Dionysus, I have drained him of his power to thwart me, and together we shall create a mighty being that shall tip the balance of power so far in my favor that my will shall be done on earth as it is here."

"No!" screamed Rachelle, rushing towards us. As she did so, a glowing filament of transparent light from the aura that surrounded us wrapped around her waist, lifting her into the air. She struggled against it, fighting to free herself as sweet young Cherise ran to assist her. A second tendril of energy split from the luminous field of pulsating light, wrapping around Cherise's waist and lifting her high into the air beside her mother as she sobbed and beat against it ineffectually with her small fists. More, smaller tendrils of energy reached for the women. Rachelle gasped as fine, glowing streams of energy tenderly caressed her pretty face. Suddenly, Cherise screamed as a scintillating tentacle of pulsating blue light groped roughly against her leg as it began to lift her dress. 

I remembered the powerful intoxicating feeling of Eris' vaginal fluids as I saw Rachelle cease to struggle against the writhing tentacles that were ripping her clothing from her. Her pretty mouth was wrapped obscenely around a large, phallic tendril as she fellated it with obvious enjoyment. Clearly she could breathe through it despite its apparently solid nature if the movements I could see deep within her throat were any indication. Beside her, Cherise's clothing was being roughly torn from her small, gangly, teenaged body as the girl struggled valiantly. Her small breasts with their tender pink nipples came into view, and then her narrow, bony hips. She thrashed against the glowing tentacles of energy, the curves of her delicate butt being clearly visible along with the vulva of her recently-deflowered vagina with its sparse covering of blonde pubic hair. 

Cherise looked over at her mother, seeing a thick, throbbing, muscular appendage of glowing spiritual power pistoning lubriciously into Rachelle's soft, wet vagina, while a second smaller one squirmed into the woman's tight anus. Cherise's eyes grew wide as she watched every available orifice in her mother being vigorously fucked, and she saw with dismay that Rachelle was clearly returning the thrusts with obvious pleasure. 

"No! Oh, God, don't let this happen to us! No!" Cherise sobbed, her piercing, heart-wrenching screams jarring both Rachelle and I out of our sexual stupor. In horror we turned to see the pretty teenager struggling desperately against the bonds that held her as a thick, writhing appendage silenced her screams as it forced itself obscenely into her mouth. She knew what was coming long before two thick filaments of transparent energy wrapped lewdly around her legs. Cherise strained and struggled to keep her tender white thighs together as the tentacles mercilessly forced her slender legs apart. Tears rolled down the teenager's reddening, agonized face as two more glowing filaments groped her sensitive inner thighs and soft round butt cheeks as they traveled inexorably towards the tender entrances to her ass and her pussy. 




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 05



I yelled in anger and horror at the obscene violation of my friends. "Eris! You said you wouldn't hurt them! What is..." Eris crushed her mouth against mine. Her kiss flooded my senses with an overwhelming, mind-numbing, supernatural lust that crushed my will to resist her. The goddess' supernatural powers crowded all other thoughts from my mind but my need to give myself to her completely. Desperately I returned the kiss, her magical saliva poisoning my senses like a drug and crushing my will to resist. 

"Now is the time, mortal. Mate with me!" Eris hissed after effectively silencing my protests.

Despite my horror at what was happening to Rachelle and Cherise, I felt waves of all-consuming pleasure engulf me as my cock was suddenly encased within the hot, slick, incorruptibly perfect vaginal flesh of a goddess. The unspeakably blissful feeling of her pussy against my mouth paled in comparison to the seemingly infinite rapture I was experiencing from actual unprotected sexual intercourse with this divine being. There is no way to describe it using human language, because such things are so seldom a part of mortal experience. It was a bliss that transcended and far surpassed mere joy or sexual pleasure such as I had ever understood it before. I cried out aloud as the heavenly wetness of her divine pussy caressed my cock and the whole of my being responded.

Deep inside of her, I felt the head of my cock pressing against the smooth wet muscle of Eris' cervix as she slid down and ground her hips against me, bathing me with the sacred moisture within her sweltering depths. She looked into my eyes, and, to my shock, I could feel the opening of her cervix gradually expand until it was large enough for my penis to slip effortlessly inside of it. The smooth, gloriously muscular ring of her cervix was clenching around my cock, holding me in tight, slick wetness and stimulating me even further, while beyond it the muscular uterine walls ground against my cock, caressing me with the slick endometrial tissue as I groaned aloud. 

Eris read my thoughts. "You are actually inside of my womb, mortal. I have stretched my cervix around you, welcoming you into the very chamber where a young goddess shall soon be growing! As a goddess, I have complete control of every muscle in my body, to include the smooth muscles that mortals lack voluntary control over. Already a ripe egg is at the end of my fallopian tubes, suffused with my own essence and spiritual energy and eager to bind with you, to make you the father of a goddess! Take your time, mortal. You will very likely never get to experience anything like this again." She smiled at me with what, for the first time, seemed to be a hint of genuine warmth. "Don't worry about your friends. They are currently enjoying themselves almost as much as you are."

Beside us, both Rachelle and Cherise were being held in the air, suspended by writhing appendages of pulsating blue light as they were fucked in every available orifice by long, transparent filaments of phosphorescent spiritual energy. The appendages were transparent but emitting light, and the delicate pink flesh of both of the women's most intimate and secret parts was clearly visible as the thick tentacles spread them, spearing into the women with deep thrusts. Rachelle had her knees drawn up, her soft maternal thighs spread, and was bucking madly against the thick appendages of rippling light that were vigorously fucking her pussy and ass with long, deep, powerful strokes. Both of her hands were stroking the thick tentacle that she was sucking on in a gigantic parody of a combined deep-throat blowjob and a hand-job. Beside her, Cherise was whimpering in pleasure as the tentacles held her spread-eagled, her arms and legs stretched wide apart and her back arched in sexual rapture as her mouth, ass, and newly deflowered vagina were opened wide and ravished over and over again by glowing beams of fluid energy that pulsed and surged into her willing young body with long, energetic thrusts. 

Eris looked deep into my eyes, capturing my full attention as her sacred body undulated against me. The pleasure was almost more than I could bear as her vaginal walls rippled and pulsed against me. The tight opening of her cervix caressed back and forth along my cock, and the delightfully muscular walls of her womb ground powerfully against my glans, caressing me and exciting me almost beyond my body's capacity for pleasure would allow. She smiled at me as our bodies bonded in wet, slick magical union, the hum of an astounding amount of glowing spiritual energy surrounding and permeating us as we mated on the ground.

"What you're feeling right now is just me," the goddess whispered tenderly in my ear as she licked and nibbled my neck before kissing me hotly on the lips. "While we are together like this, we are as one flesh and I can share what I feel with you. I can sense everything the energy field that surrounds us feels. Let me show you."

Her hot lips locked wetly against my own, and suddenly the limits to my capacity to experience pleasure multiplied exponentially. I could still feel every minute detail of my exquisite lovemaking with the goddess, but I could feel much more than that. Every sense I possessed, and some senses that seemed entirely new to me, were everywhere within the energy field at once. I could feel Eris' own need to mate with me, her own pleasure and sexual fulfillment as my body merged with hers. I could literally sense the presence of the egg that I was about to fertilize inside of her, and feel something like anticipation rippling through the energy field that would soon condense inside of Eris to create a goddess. 

As Cherise and Rachelle's mouths, hands, pussies, and asses fucked against the writhing appendages, I could feel all of it as though it were me. There was no confusion. I could focus in on the feeling of anything in particular, or everything at once. I could feel the details of Rachelle's mouth and tongue on a thick tentacle of light, taste her sweet saliva and musky vaginal lubrication, and smell the delicately exquisite natural aromas of her beautiful, maternal body. I could hear the subtle fluid sounds of wet sexual penetration. I felt the tightness of Cherise's virginal anal sphincter, the softness beyond it, and could feel her rectal pulse as though I were inside of her. I could sense Rachelle and Cherise's delightful fulfillment as their bodies' capacity for sexual exploration was stretched to its blissful limit. The tentacles were no longer fucking Rachelle and Cherise. Rachelle and Cherise were willingly fucking the tentacles with every hole they had to use. I could feel it all, on top of the fact that I was already in the act of impregnating a goddess. Combined, the experience was far beyond any level of pleasure that I could have previously even imagined possible for a mortal to experience and still survive. 

I willed myself to last as long as possible. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours; time ceased to matter in any meaningful sense. I had no way of knowing how long I lasted before I cried out aloud from the unbearable pleasure of it all. My eyes were crushed shut, and every muscle and nerve ending in my body was stimulated beyond the level of pleasure that the human body was ever designed to experience. What might very well have been quite literally the most potent orgasm in the history of mankind deliciously shorted out my mind and body as waves of unspeakable ecstasy washed over me time and time again. With every pulse of my body that sent a hot liquid jet of potent semen into the goddess, a blinding flash permeated the whole field of energy that surrounded us. With each separate ejaculation, I could hear Rachelle and Cherise both cry out in pleasure, and I wondered if I were somehow filling their bodies as well.

I could hear Eris roar a triumphant "YESSSSSS!" as the first sticky ropes of my hot cum erupted from deep within my testicles and splashed inside of her fertile and waiting womb. The field of energy surrounding us was a brilliant supernova of blinding white light, and through the energy field that united the four of us I could feel Rachelle and Cherise as their own supernaturally powerful orgasms had their bodies clenching and spasming in unspeakable pleasure. Last of all, but by far the most powerful climax out of the four of us, came Eris' own orgasm. I could feel her almost agonal levels of desperate, unspeakable pleasure as her body clenched violently around me, sucking long streams of my sperm deeply inside of her as her lungs bellowed an unintelligible shriek of victory and exhilaration. 

I could sense everything through the energy field that permeated the area as my sperm traveled deep inside of her. In human beings, conception seldom occurs any sooner than a half-hour after sex, and it's not infrequent for sperm to bond with an egg several days after the fact. But with the goddess, it was far different. It was as though I could watch the entire process through a microscope as I literally felt my potent and numerous spermatozoa wriggle inside of her sacred womb. But I felt as though it was actually a literal part of my mortal soul that bonded with the tiny, sacred egg that was pulsing and humming inside of Eris with intensely concentrated spiritual energy.

As the orgasms that wracked the four of our bodies gradually subsided, the cloud of spiritual energy that glowed around us began condensing and concentrating info a blindingly bright aura that surrounded Eris' lower body and my own where I was still semi-erect and sheathed inside of her blissfully holy orifice. Both Eris and I gasped as the energy suddenly coalesced deep inside of her womb, palpably caressing the tip of my penis as our newly conceived daughter implanted inside of her. A profound silence seemed to still the very air. The moment was sacred in every sense of the term. A literal goddess had just been created.

Eris looked almost weak as she lay on top of me, gasping for breath as she supported her weight with trembling arms. Slowly she lowered herself on top of me, the breasts of her heaving chest feeling warm warm against me as she rested her head against my shoulder. The long, soft locks of her wild black hair caressed my shoulder and arm. 

Her body was convulsing, and I realized with shock that she was crying. "Hold me," she whispered softly. The mighty being that had just raped my friends and I sounded heart-wrenchingly vulnerable as I wrapped my arms around her thin frame, feeling the soft curves of her back and the shocking juncture near her shoulder blades where her flesh morphed with a pair of gigantic raven's wings. She moved slightly, and I could feel my semi-erect penis caressed by the slick walls inside of her hot, slick tunnel. 

She chuckled mournfully, clearly reading my thoughts. "They're not raven wings. Everyone thinks that they're raven wings, but they're grackle wings. I've always thought that grackles were pretty. I like how they look in the sunlight. They're such cocky little birds."

I glanced over at Rachelle and Cherise.

"They're asleep," Eris said. "And dreaming very happily. I'm not going to risk the wrath of the Abrahamic God by actually hurting them, but what just happened took a lot out of them. They were part of what we just did. I'm surprised that you're still conscious." She nuzzled against me, her warm body comfortable against my own. For a long moment, we simply lay together in bliss, our bodies still joined. 

After a long time together, she spoke again. "The other gods are going to hate me for what I have to do, you know. They hated and ostracized me even before I catalyzed the beginning of the Trojan war. They hate me because I'm the only goddess that is willing to be honest with them. Throwing a golden apple into a room full of women marked 'to the fairest' wouldn't instigate bloodshed in a normal family. If you did that in your household, what would happen? If it was your mother's birthday, everyone would simply give it to her and think your flattery was sweet. Otherwise, they might think that you were intending it for Heather since you love her so much, even though Kim and Sarah are both prettier an the traditional sense. Oh, don't think I'm insulting Heather; she is very pretty as mortals go, but you know that Kim and Sarah are both prettier. And Kim is sweet enough to just give the title of 'fairest' to Sarah without a fight. The gods can blame me for the Trojan war all they want, but I did nothing but reveal the shallow cattiness that was already there."

She paused for a long moment, looking at me as she delicately traced a soft hand down my chest. "Now I have to destroy the human race in order to save the universe. And you know as well as I do that the eternal souls of human beings are going to despise me forever for it. Zeus might actually be mad enough to kill me over it, even though I'm probably saving the philandering old fool's life. But please don't tell him I said that if you meet him." She kissed me again, looking int my eyes. "You are able to see that I'm only doing what I have to do, right? I really don't hate human beings. You have to believe me. People always accuse me of being cruel and evil. I'm not. I'm just a realist." She kissed me softly, her gentle breath caressing my face. "Please believe me."

I didn't respond, other than to wrap a comforting arm around her. I didn't know what to say to a goddess who was baring her soul to me.

"Make love to me," she whispered suddenly. "Please. Make love to me willingly this time. I'll force you again if I have to, but please don't make me. Please, can you just pretend for a moment that you love me as much as you love your pretty little cousin? It is my destiny to never be truly loved by anyone, mortal or divine. You have no idea how my heart suffers from countless aeons of never being truly loved! Please just let me pretend, if only for a moment."

The sudden departure from the way she had acted since I had met her was shocking, and I couldn't believe that I was hearing a goddess use such a pleading tone. But, then, one might expect a goddess of chaos to be subject to mood swings. I gently cupped her head in my hands, her soft black hair tangling around my fingers as she let me guide her face to mine. We kissed sweetly and tenderly as her body began rhythmically rocking against my own again, the walls of her slippery vagina tenderly caressing my cock, coaxing it back to hardness. My hands explored the goddess' perfect flesh, reaching around her and coming to rest on the soft mounds of her buttocks.

We kissed passionately, and she didn't resist as I gently rolled her onto her back. Her large, soft black wings folded neatly against the ground. Her long, slender legs spread wide for me as I continued thrusting into her delightful pussy while my eyes and my hands explored her divine body, caressing the defined muscles of her smooth, tight abdomen and her small, sensitive breasts. Her hands caught my face, bringing my mouth to her own and kissing me wetly, her ambrosial saliva mingling with my own. 

She looked at me longingly, our eyes locking together. Her breathing was soft and deep as our genitals merged slickly in a blissful carnal union. I felt something warm, soft, and blanket-like embrace me as her dark wings wrapped around me, their delicate feathers caressing my back, my buttocks, and the back of my legs. "Make love to me, human. Please, just for now, give yourself to the mother of your daughter!"

I caressed the newly pregnant goddess' breasts, and I kissed her holy face as we slowly mated again. The physical act of procreation was already completed. This was nothing more than pleasure and a fulfillment of our emotional needs. Still, her body rippled with energy, but it now felt calmer and more nurturing, pleasurable in a very different way from the last time we had joined our bodies.

When I came inside of her again, the immortal goddess of chaos, war, conflict, and strife laughed and kissed me, holding me tight against her with my face so close to hers that the tips of our noses touched. She playfully stretched her neck to kiss me again on the lips. "It is kind of a shame that your species has to become extinct."

I didn't know how to respond, so I simply wrapped my arms around her.

"After you're dead, maybe I can take your soul as my consort. Not like the souls that are given to me as punishment for their sins, of course, but as a mate. I really can see why Dionysus and Ishtar both like you so much."

"Ishtar?" I asked.

"I should let her explain things to you herself, since she and I don't talk. I've heard that she actually has plans to meet with you today, which is probably going to be even more important to her now. I only know things third-hand, so to speak. But you kept one of your soldiers from defiling some ancient ruins in Iraq that just happened to be her old temple, and you saved the lives of several of her remaining servants. You probably don't remember either act, as neither seemed very significant at the time. But Ishtar was impressed with the respect that you showed to mosques over there, even though you viewed their religion as being different from your own because of differing religious practices. Mortals really do seem to hate it when someone else serves or glorifies their god in a way that they're not used to. As a war goddess herself, Ishtar was also very taken by your skill and bravery in battle. She suggested you to Dionysus as a good candidate for the armband, and she repeatedly saved both your life and the lives of several of your soldiers over there so that you could come home to claim your prize. You're lucky that she saved you for Dionysus rather than taking you as her consort. Rejecting her love is the only thing unluckier than letting her love you, but I don't expect you to understand that. I'm sure that you will get to meet her soon."

"Did you really just drain Dionysus of his power?" I asked, feeling guilty that I may have assisted in an act that would harm Acratophorus. He had always been kind to me, and he clearly trusted me.

"Yes. I need him out of the way if I'm going to do what needs to be done in your world. As usual, I'm going to have to cause a bunch of animosity and suffering among mortals in order to achieve a greater good. I don't expect you to understand, and I won't blame you if you hate me afterwords. Just don't blame our daughter for the role she's going to have to play; it won't be her fault. Trust me, if she's anything like the rest of my offspring, she'll have plenty of things on her own for you to blame her for, but it's important that you love her anyway. She'll visit you in the afterlife, I'm sure. Feel free to go back to the mortal women and generate some more spiritual energy for Dionysus if you want. You may as well use the armband while humanity still exists. By the time Dionysus is powerful enough to work against me again, my own plans will be too far along for him to stop them."

I lay there silently in the soft, comforting arms of a being that was apparently bent upon destroying both me and my entire species. She kissed me again, nuzzling tenderly against the side of my face. I could feel movement against me from her chest. Looking down, her small, firm breasts seemed somehow larger and softer than before. With gentle fingers, she took my hand and softly kissed the knuckles that were still raw and bloody from striking her while trying to protect Cherise and Rachelle, an act that I now felt horribly guilty about.

As Eris kissed my hand, the flesh healed almost instantly. Taking my hand in hers, she placed it on her abdomen, which only moments before had been flat with toned and well-defined abdominal muscles. To my shock, I felt that her belly was already as distended as a human woman in her fifth or sixth month of pregancy. 




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 05



She smiled at me. "Gods and goddesses mature entirely differently than mortals. While Athena isn't exactly a normal example even for us, she was actually born fully grown, carrying a sword, spear, and shield, and wearing a bronze suit of armor when she sprang from her father Zeus' forehead. Don't worry; I'll be giving birth to this one, and not out of my forehead. We gods are often born fully grown not long after conception, but it's not as catastrophic or painful as it sounds. After birth, it can sometimes take us many thousands of years to mature emotionally. That's the primary reason that you frequently hear about us doing things that may seem immature or even crazy. But before you judge the gods, imagine what it would be like if human teenagers had nearly limitless power and there were dire consequences every time they behaved irrationally!"

I lay there cuddled against her as she continued. "I can feel that our daughter is going to be... different than the rest of the gods and goddesses, somehow. I think that Rachelle and Cherise contributed something to our daughter's creation that I'm not sure even I fully understand. Definitely not anything I had planned for, that much is certain. It was fun to toy with them while we were mating, but in retrospect I should have left them out of the process. I doubt that a being entirely like our daughter has ever really existed before, and I cannot predict what she's going to be like. Hopefully she won't be as troublesome as the rest of my children, and hopefully I can count on her to fulfill her role. Forgive me for not telling you more about my plans for now, since I would prefer for you to not try to interfere with them."

Eris kissed me tenderly. "You should go now. That crazy old shaman friend of yours is beside himself wondering what happened to you, and he blames himself for loosing you. He has no way of knowing that you were abducted by me, and he already has more than enough on his conscience without worrying about a perceived failure on his part destroying humanity. Check on Dionysus. By now, I'm sure that he fully understands what just happened, and he won't blame you for his weakened state. He is one of the kindest deities I know, and he understands that no mortal could have resisted what I did to you. The destruction of your world is not going to be your fault or his, and my half-brother knows it."

"But Dionysus also knows that I have won, and the role of the human race as it currently exists will soon come to an end. Before it does, please be sure to mate with your cousin, Heather. Don't worry about getting her pregnant; your species won't be around long enough for it to matter. Bond yours souls together now, because eternity together in the afterlife is all that you will ever have. You will enjoy happiness together that I can never have myself because of my own unavoidable destiny. You still have the essence of two goddesses permeating you. That should serve to make your union with Heather particularly special. You'll see what I mean. It's a shame that both of you will have to die soon." She kissed me again, her sad, luminous eyes looking deep into my own. "Visit me in the afterlife, and be a father to our daughter. Our universe is changing. She will need you." Eris' lips brushed softly against my own, as ethereal as the wind. Then she was gone.



Paranormal Research Club Ch. 06



This is purely a work of erotic fiction. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved.





I slowly drifted into consciousness. I could feel a soft, feminine leg draped across my waist and a warm arm across my chest. These limbs were warmer, heavier, thicker, and fleshier than the limbs of Eris. I opened my eyes and saw the pretty, serene face of my beloved cousin, Heather. She was smiling sweetly, her eyes still shut. Her comfortably familiar face, a face which I had seen every day of my life for as long as I could remember, contrasted excitingly with the exotic newness of her entirely naked body. My eyes traveled the length of her soft, sexy, beautifully Reubenesque form as she lay fully exposed on top of the rumpled piles of blankets and sheets. Apparently, one or both of us had been very active in our sleep the night before. I wondered what she had been dreaming, and silently prayed that her dreams had been better than mine.

The cheerful yellow beams of the early morning sun were shining brightly through the window, as though the universe itself wished to dispel the lingering dread I felt from the night before and assure me that things would turn out well in the end. Somewhere in the trees outside, happy songbirds were singing timeless songs in celebration of the mystery of life. In the golden glow of the sunlight, my eyes traveled the peaceful face of my cousin, which rested serenely on the pillow in the midst of a halo of sleep-mussed honey-blonde hair. Heather's delightfully squishy breasts were pressed warmly against my chest, and I could feel the drowsy heat and weight of a soft thigh where her leg was thrown over me. Looking down, I could admire the soft, smooth curves of her ample buttocks.

I luxuriated in the drowsy warmth and softness of the woman I loved cuddling gently against me, and my heart swelled and ached with the weight of the love it carried for her. Here was the woman that I hoped to grow old with, and whose hand I hoped to hold some day as we watched our grandchildren playing together on the green grass of some distant springtime. 

Not only was that future in peril of vanishing, but so was the future of our entire species. Everyone and everything I loved was in danger. I was truly conscious of the passing of each priceless moment that I had in Heather's arms. Time was ticking by, and each relentless second that passed brought the world inexorably closer to either blessed salvation or grim destruction.

I couldn't resist rolling to face my cousin, wrapping my own strong arms around her and pressing myself against her body. The warmth of her skin against my own felt heavenly, and her sweet breath softly caressed my cheek. I gently kissed her lips, and her smile broadened as her eyes opened slowly.

"It's about time you woke up, cousin," she whispered quietly. She languidly rolled over on top of me, cupping my face in her hands and kissing me gently on the lips. Her soft, pendulous breasts felt warm against my chest, her firm nipples sending electrical jolts from my skin straight to my heart. Heather's nether region was separated from mine by the cargo pants that I had slept in. Our lips pressed softly together for an unhurried kiss. She whispered gently into my ear, "I love you, and I always have." 

She kissed me, our mouths fitting together perfectly and naturally as her warm tongue delicately traced my lips and elicited a response from my own. The slow, loving, gentle french kiss lasted for several minutes, gradually becoming deeper and more heated as the moments progressed. She looked into my eyes, her face mere inches from my own. "I love you so very, very much!" she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. She crushed her arms around me, nestling her face into my shoulder.

"I love you too, Heather," I whispered soothingly. "Far more than I could ever express." I held her for several long minutes, listening to her soft breathing and enjoying the warmth and intimacy of her bare skin against mine. I could feel her heart beating within her chest. Taking her soft, pretty face between my rough, calloused hands, I kissed her again. As her mouth pressed wetly against my own, my hands explored the gentle curves of her back and traced down to the soft hills of her nude buttocks. 

Slowly I broke the kiss, and my eyes met hers. Her blue eyes sparkled like polished gemstones. "Heather," I said hesitantly, "There is something I need to talk to you about."

"Shhhh." She silenced me as she climbed above me to kiss the side of my neck, and I felt my heart skip a beat. She knew that being kissed on the neck was one of my weaknesses, just as it was one of hers. Perhaps it was genetic.

She looked me in the eyes with a smug grin. "Is this about our souls sharing a rare and special compatibility, and lovemaking being able to potentially bond our spirits together forever, both in this world and even in the afterlife?" she asked. Her knowing, self-satisfied smile was adorable in a mildly annoying way. "And you're afraid of what might happen if we did that, since the two girls that you're already bound to were mistreated by a goddess last night, and you don't want to risk anything similar happening to me?"

I looked at her, my brows knit in confusion. How in the world did she know about that already? She grinned back at me, looking into my eyes. She planted a soft, slow kiss on my lips. For several minutes we kissed, savoring the feeling of each other's soft lips. Breaking the kiss, she pressed her lips again against my neck, her wet tongue caressing my skin. She continued kissing down the firm muscle of my pectorals, her wet pink tongue tracing along the ridges of my abdominal muscles as her face slid lower. 

It was hard for me to talk as Heather's kisses and attention led down to where my pants covered my flesh. Her hands were moving nervously towards my belt with the apparent intent of remedying the problem that my clothing presented. "Yes, that is what I wanted to talk to you about," I said. "How on earth did you know about that?"

My cousin's trembling fingers began fumbling with my unfamiliar belt buckle. She spoke without looking up at me, her breath warm against my abdomen. "I talked to Acratophorus in your clearing last night. Diana, Sarah, Kim, Erin and I were all there looking for you, but obviously you weren't there. It's really a shame, too. After Kim told us all about you deflowering her in the living room last night, Erin decided that giving your her own virginity wouldn't be a disaster after all, as long as it only happened in another reality. We were all really looking forward to seeing that."

"Acratophorus told us all about what was going on with Eris, and said that he was going to have to be gone for a short while. But he also said that he already made plans with a friend of his that would allow him to return to our world sooner than Eris would have anticipated."

Heather looked up at me, her eyes large and earnest. "Cousin, before Acratophorus left, he pulled me aside and talked to me about you. I know all about what our relationship can become, and I don't want to risk spending eternity without you. I want us to bind ourselves together for all time, so that even if the world does end, our love and friendship won't.." With my belt finally unbuckled, Heather unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and began to slide them from my hips.

"Did he mention that he manipulated our emotions to make us fall in love?" I asked as she gazed appreciatively at my manhood. I wanted desperately for her to go through with this, but I wanted to be absolutely positive that she had as much information on the subject as I did. It was only fair.

At first as she looked longingly at my cock, I wasn't certain that she had even heard me. She was extremely nervous, and I could feel her hands shaking as she reached out and gently traced a finger along the length of my rapidly hardening member. Her breathing was deep and rapid. Finally, after a long moment, she turned her gaze upwards to meet my own.

There was an adorable, long-suffering smile on Heather's face as she spoke. "No. He didn't manipulate OUR emotions to make us fall in love. I've been in love with you since we were small children playing together in your mom's back yard! YOU are the only one of the two of us that needed a little nudge to that hard head of yours before you would feel the same way towards me! I've spent most of my life convinced that I would never even get to tell the man I loved how I felt about him. I was convinced that my love for you was wrong, and that it would never be returned! I didn't think we could ever be together, but that knowledge just made me want you even more! Do you know what it's like to live under the same roof as the love of your life, see him every day, but be unable to tell him? It sucked! Do you know how many times I kissed you on the cheek as a cousin when I wished I could have kissed you on the lips as a lover? But none of that matters now. Now we can be together, and I've truly never been happier about anything!"

She sat up, facing me with her legs crossed. The view gave me a beautiful view of her vulva, and I had to focus on returning her gaze. 

Heather smiled, clearly happy to have caught me admiring her charms. "Acratophorus told me that he had modified my own emotions as well, but only so that it won't hurt my feelings when you sleep with other women, which is darned lucky for both of us. To tell you the truth, the idea actually turns me on now. Regardless of all of that, Acratophorus made a special point of telling me that this morning would be the ideal time for you and me to join ourselves together, and I think we've both waited more than long enough for this. I want to make love to you before we have people bugging us to come down for breakfast. Let's do it. Now."

Heather smiled as she bent over and kissed me. Then she returned her attention to my cargo pants, which she had bunched up around my knees. As Heather jerked them the rest of the way from my legs, a curiously heavy gray object slipped from the right cargo pocket and fell with a dull thud to the bedsheets. It was the deformed .75 caliber musket-ball that Rachelle had shot Eris in the chest with the previous night. 

My blood turned from lava to ice as I stared at the projectile and considered how it had could have come to be here. I had stuffed my pockets full of paper cartridges and percussion caps for the old Sharps rifle, but those were all clearly gone now. I hadn't put that musket-ball there, and there was only one place it could have come from. It was a message from Eris, as though she wanted to make absolutely certain that I understood that what had occurred the previous night was much, much more than any dream. It was a symbol of her utter invulnerability against human methods and devices, and a reminder that I could do nothing on my own to stop her schemes.

Heather, who was used to my pockets being full of unusual odds and ends, paid little attention to the misshapen blob of metal. Certainly she had seen me carry around odder things in my pockets before, and at the moment she clearly had other things on her mind. She hardly looked at the musket-ball before she scooped it up and tossed it unceremoniously to the floor. Mercifully, thoughts of the previous night were obliterated as my sweet cousin lowered her head to my now fully-erect penis. 

Heather looked up at me, her beautiful cornflower-blue eyes sparkling in the dreamy early-morning sunlight that filtered in through the window. It was obvious what she was about to do, but I still had a hard time believing what I was about to experience from my cousin and childhood friend. I could feel her warm breath caressing my skin, and feel her soft, honey-blonde hair brushing gently against my abdomen, my inner thighs, and finally my penis. She smiled at me and blushed self-consciously. How odd it was that we suddenly each felt so excitingly, strangely nervous around someone that we saw every day and had known for our entire lives! 

She reached out, circling a soft white hand around the base of my manhood. I sucked in a deep breath and my heart pounded within my chest as the narrow tip of Heather's pink tongue brushed wetly against my hardness. Heather turned her face downwards, and her long honey-blonde hair slid to cover her face like a bride's veil. Beneath the soft curtain that her hair provided, I felt hot, wet lips lovingly encircle my cock. As my cousin's mouth and hand slid up and down my member, her tongue caressed the delicate underside of my manhood, swirling around my glans until the sensation was almost painful before she took my cock into the soft heat and wetness behind her pretty lips. As odd as it may seem after the events of recent days, even after deflowering my own sister the night before, it was still hard to believe that I was receiving a blowjob from Heather, my flesh-and-blood cousin.

Maybe it was something special about the way that Heather took me deep into her mouth, or maybe it was the forbidden and incestuous nature of my sweet cousin welcoming me inside of her body in an act of pure and selfless love that caused me to respond so intensely to her efforts. For ages, the hot wet heaven inside of her mouth sent me spiraling higher and higher into paradise as she brought me closer to an inevitable orgasm. I was breathing deeply, my heart pounding against my sternum.

"Heather! If you go any more," I gasped breathlessly "I can't... I'm going to..." I was so close to orgasm that I could hardly talk.

My flesh-and-blood cousin's pace increased, her hot, wet mouth hungrily devouring my manhood and her hand sliding along the moist surface of my cock's skin. I gasped unintelligibly, squinting my eyes closed hard as my world exploded into a blissful orgasm that sent electrical jolts of intense pleasure rushing through every nerve in my body. I could feel the soft flesh of Heather's throat rhythmically contract around the head of my cock as she swallowed over and over again, greedily sucking my sperm into her throat as I came. 

My mind was blank, deliciously overloaded and blinded to all but the extraordinary pleasure that flooded every neuron my body possessed. Still, there was a distant, oddly objective part of my mind that remained acutely aware of what was going on. I was penetrating the body of the woman I loved, giving part of myself to her, and her body's digestive tract would assimilate my semen and make it a part of her. There was something oddly beautiful about that.

Heather's mouth slid off of me, her wet saliva glistening on my manhood. She grinned wickedly as she pounced on top of me like a friendly tigress, her moist lips crushing against my own and her soft, warm vulva pressing hard against my penis as she flattened it against my abdomen. The thick, rich, viscous sexual nectar of a woman at the peak of her fertility trickled from my cousin's body onto my own like a sacred offering. The delicate lips of her sweet, moist womanhood lovingly embraced the underside of my swollen penis. I felt her soft, fleshy legs pressing hotly against my own. Her pliable abdomen felt soft and pleasurably heavy as it crushed against mine, her pendant breasts warm against my chest.

She looked int my eyes, savoring our bodies' closeness as she began rubbing her pussy along the underside of my still rock-hard cock. My dick was pressed between her and my abdomen as Heather used her vulva to masturbate me. Her heat and moisture felt exquisite, and her body was as close to mine as we could get without actually making love.

She lowered her face to whisper hotly in my ear. "I'm so in love with you, cousin! I wanted to taste you and experience you in every way I could! It's hard for me to believe that I actually have a belly full of your warm, salty cum, and I'm really getting to grind my pussy against your cock with absolutely nothing between us! Now..." she teased with playful mock-deliberation, "where should I have you cum inside of me next?" She kissed me again, her vulva grinding along the length of my cock. If anything, I was even harder than I had been before the blowjob. Her pussy against my cock felt so good that it was almost painful. 

She slid her delightful pussy along the length of my cock, her wonderful natural fluids coating the underside of my manhood and mingling with my pre-cum. Both of us were torn between our desperate need to completely give in to our instinctive urge to make love, the desire to make this beautiful act last for as long as it possibly could, and the knowledge that there would be no going back from this point forward. We would be lovers now, whatever else happened. We would have no second chance to do this for the first time, and we both wanted it to be special.

Heather looked into my eyes, smiling as she squeezed her thighs around my hips a bit, her sacred nectar blessing my manhood with her hot liquid love. I grabbed her face, pulling it to my own and I kissed her desperately, our hungry tongues dancing together with wild abandon. With my other hand, I grabbed her ass, pulling her pussy tight against my cock. Our bodies moved rhythmically in a delightful simulation of the act we were about to engage in, the underside of my penis gaining a minute amount of penetration into her sweet haven as her hips rocked against my own.

What Heather was doing felt amazing. Even without penetration, I was slowly approaching climax just from her sweet vaginal opening caressing wetly along the length of my hardness. We both were enjoying ourselves. But what both of us needed was full sexual intercourse. We needed penetration, and I was going to have to wait before I could receive that.

In Heather's face I could see deep love and a ravenous sexual hunger, but there was something else reflected in her eyes as well. For most of our lives I now knew, Heather had been in love with me, and I had been entirely blind to it. Now, as she masturbated me with her pussy, I was every bit as eager for lovemaking as she was. 

Heather looked at me with soft, bedroom eyes. Her voice was low and seductive as she ground herself against me. "Do you feel the way my pussy is rubbing against you? Night after night for as long as I can remember, just down the hall from your bedroom, this is how I've rubbed my pussy against my pillow until I came while imagining what it would be like to be with you." Her face was flushed, her breath hot against my cheek. 

Until very recently, I had never thought of Heather in any sort of sexual manner, and I had certainly never considered the possibility that she had been routinely masturbating while thinking of me!

Heather slowly, sensually rocked her hips and caressed the length of my cock with the soft, warm, wet folds of her pussy. She leaned down and kissed me softly, placing her mouth beside my ear. I could feel her hot breath on my face as she whispered to me. "Do you know how many times I walked down to your bedroom just to talk, but hoping and praying that you would somehow know that I wanted to do so much more than that? It was never an accident when my nightgown used to ride up and expose my panties to you. I was hoping that you would look. Oh, cousin! We could have lost our virginity together at any time if you had wanted to, and I would have been the happiest girl in the world while I felt you tearing through my hymen and splitting me open for the first time! But you never even seemed to notice me as a woman. You just treated me like a friend and a genderless relative. All these years, just down the hall for your room, I spent night after night masturbating while dreaming of what it would feel like to surrender myself entirely to you, to feel you kiss me, touch me, use me, and explore my body! I would have done anything just to feel you kiss me. Anything. Having a belly full of your hot cum, and getting to grind my bare pussy against your cock with nothing between us is so much more than I had ever thought I would get to experience. When we make love in just a moment, it is truly going to be the fulfillment of the greatest sexual fantasy I've ever had. It's so hard for me to believe that this is actually right about to happen!" 




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 06



She kissed me again, her slick, nude pussy now moving feverishly against my cock as her sexual excitement built. Her vagina was getting wetter by the second, and her minty toothpaste-scented breath felt sweet and warm against my face as we simulated the act we were about to engage in. I was grateful that Heather had already swallowed my first load, because otherwise it would have been nearly impossible for me to hold my orgasm off for much longer. 

Heather's wet pussy slid up and down the rock-hard length of my cock, and I gasped in pleasure. She smiled at my obvious appreciation of her actions, grinning as she rocked her hips, angling her pussy to grant the tip of my cock only the tiniest amount of penetration into her warm, hot depths. She kissed me again, rocking her hips against mine and caressing my cock with the hot, moist folds between her legs. Heather was extremely wet, and her heavenly nectar was flowing freely from her slit and blessing my cock with her sweet libation. My body was already already the tiniest bit inside of hers, and her delightful juices were already bathing my turgid member. That knowledge sent a thrill through my heart and down my spine. Even so, my penis was not properly aligned to fully enter the woman I loved.

Her pussy ground hard against me, bringing me higher and higher towards blissful release but still not granting me entry. Her arms were clenching around me as she also came closer and closer to climax. Her gasping words were tight with emotion and sexual need and her breath felt hot against my ear. "Sweetheart, tell me! Do you love me as more than a cousin? Would you truly want me as your mate, your wife, and the mother of your children? Are you absolutely sure you want to be with me forever? If you fuck me, I'm yours for all time. Don't do this if you're not absolutely sure you want me!" 

Both of our bodies trembled with the barely suppressed need that boiled like lava in our veins. It was taking every ounce of our combined self-control not to immediately give in to the animalistic, rapidly intensifying need for one another that was driving us both nearly insane with lust. Our hearts felt as though they would burst, and our bodies writhed together with hot, wet, primal desire. We were so close to getting what we needed, and yet we denied ourselves for interminable seconds.

I looked into her eyes and spoke from my heart. "I love you, Heather, as far more than a cousin. I will always love you. Yes, you already know that I will be your husband, and far more than that. I want to be your soulmate. I want this more than I have ever wanted anything. Now, for God's sake can we..."

My words were smothered as Heather crushed her lips against mine. Our mouths locked desperately together in a wet, animalistic kiss as the last vestiges of our crumbling self-control shattered. A lifetime of love was boiling over into an uncontrollable wave of primal lust, and we couldn't have denied ourselves the fulfillment our bodies craved for another second even had we wanted to. 

Our bodies trembled and writhed with a wild, desperate incestuous need, our ravenous genitalia grinding wetly together as we hungrily kissed. Permission to cross the final physical threshold between us was now implicit. Our breathing was heavy and our hearts were pounding within our chests as our tongues entwined with one another and each of us roughly and uninhibitedly explored the body of our new lover. Each of us was claiming the other and being claimed, at once giving of ourselves and receiving the entirety of the one that we loved. 

As the floodgates of self-control that had been restraining us disintegrated, Heather's sodden mound was furiously traveling the length of my penis. Nervous excitement had obliterated her physical coordination, and both of our bodies were running on pure adrenaline and sexual instinct. She reached down with a hand that was trembling from nervous elation, grasping the shaft of my penis in an effort to guide it into herself. The milliseconds as she fumbled to align our genitalia for the act of lovemaking passed like hours. As the tip of my cock was suddenly sheathed in her warmth and wetness, her mouth crushed hungrily against my own.

As Heather slid back, I could feel my cock begin to penetrate into the blissful liquid heaven between her soft white thighs. Both of us gasped, our hot breath merging as our bodies were electrified by the heavenly penetration we felt, and the consummation of our love which our bodies were now promised. 

Our feverish kisses boiled over with trembling passion, our saliva being shared and our wet tongues writhing desperately together. I could feel Heather's heart pounding rapidly within her chest. Nestled within the dark-blonde, naturally heart-shaped patch of pubic hair between Heather's soft thighs, her damp, pink labia gently parted and spread around the throbbing tip of my penis. Adrenaline and excitement coursed through our veins as I slowly began splitting those soft, rubbery lips of her pussy apart with the purple head of my turgid member. Her beautiful blue eyes grew wide, but remained locked with mine. My body felt electrified as my cock descended into her enveloping heat and wetness. We looked deeply into one another's eyes as our bodies became as one. 

I reached around Heather, feeling the softness of her tender ass cheeks as her fertile body claimed my manhood. I bottomed out within the slippery depths of her scalding hot core, baptized in the sweet, sacred reproductive fluids that her body was producing for me. Deep within the sweltering temple of my cousin's depths, I could feel her body's holy of holies as my hot, throbbing manhood kissed the slick, smooth surface of her gently rounded cervix and I could feel the very opening into her womb. The contact electrified us, our bodies pressing eagerly and forcefully together as we mated with ever greater intensity and passion.

What our physical bodies were experiencing was exquisite, but there was something else going on between us as well. Something was happening that was magical and far outside of the normal domain of human experience. Whether it was through my pre-existing love for my cousin or through some residual divine essence from the previous night with Eris, what I was feeling was entirely different from what I had experienced when my soul had bonded with those of Rachelle and Cherise. 

With every beat of my heart, I could feel something like a gravitational or magnetic attraction within Heather that seemed to tug at my consciousness, as though I could feel a portion of that part of myself which defined my very being drawn deep within the woman I loved. I could feel myself penetrating her with my very soul. I could intuitively sense the position of every part of Heather's body, whether I could see or feel it or not, and I could feel her emotions and thoughts almost as though they were my own. Meanwhile, as my soul poured itsself into Heather, I could feel her own essence pressing back into me as her soul began to enter and merge with my own. Everything we had and all that we were, even our very sense of self, was being combined at that moment. What we were becoming was something far greater than either than us.

What I was experiencing was, in some ways, a frightening feeling. I felt as though I loved her so much that I might pour myself into her until there was nothing left of me, and for a brief moment I was irrationally afraid of completely loosing my sense of self inside of our greater collective consciousness. It was a strange and frightening feeling to be merging my soul with that of another human being and opening myself entirely to her, but a nameless instinct drove us onward to continue our physical and mystical union.

Heather's beautiful blue eyes were large and wide, her warm body trembling against me as her cervix ground hard against the tip of my cock. Her sweet vaginal fluids bathed my manhood. Her minty, toothpaste-scented breath felt hot against my face. She gasped, her face flushed with excitement, and I somehow knew that she was feeling the same tugging at her soul that I was experiencing. I knew that Heather was responding with the same strange mixture of fear, pleasure, and anticipation that I was feeling myself. 

Heather kissed me deeply as her body, mind, and soul merged with my own. We were pouring ourselves into one another in a beautiful, gloriously spiritual act. Our essences were combining into something greater than us both, our love forming a sacred, indestructible and eternal bond between our souls. I could feel Heather's pleasure combined with my own, sense her love for me as she could sense mine for her. I could feel every wonderful detail of what both of us were experiencing, and it was amazing beyond my ability to describe it.

My cousin broke the hot, wet union of our mouths and looked deep into my eyes. "I can feel it happening... Our souls are bonding together, cousin! Don't just make love to my body!" she gasped breathlessly. "Please, I need you to love and trust me as much as I love and trust you! Open yourself to me, and let your soul mate with my own! Let us pour the whole of our being into one another until there are no borders left between us at all. Sweetheart, I'm giving all of myself to you forever! Body, mind, and soul, all that I am, all that I ever have been, and all that I ever will be is yours, my love. I'm yours, cousin, for all of eternity! Please take me!" 

As she spoke, the moist heat of her wonderful, amazing pussy moved with frantic need against me as our unprotected sexual organs gave and received of one another in a blissfully primitive act as ancient as our species. With each motion of our bodies, I could feel her sweltering depths pulling my body and soul higher and higher into a heaven that I had never previously suspected could ever exist.

Our kisses grew even further in animalistic passion and intensity, love and lust in equal measure flooding over into an open-mouthed kiss of writhing tongues and feverish sighs. Our bodies desperately merged in a hot, slippery, wet, primal fulfillment of our unspeakable need for one another. 

Over and over again I could feel myself being sheathed within the seething depths of the beautiful, desirable woman that my cousin had grown up to become. I couldn't help but be amazed by the fact that this was happening with the girl that I had grown up with. Heather was my own flesh and blood, my oldest friend and my ever-present companion since our earliest childhood. I had never thought of her sexually until recently, and for most of my life I never could have dreamed that I would have one day been sharing this with her. Even after making love to a literal goddess the night before, I never would have believed that being with any woman could possibly feel so amazing on so many different levels.

My rough, calloused hands traveled down the smooth, gentle curves of her back to her wide, mature, feminine hips to caress the softness of her ample buttocks and draw her even closer to me as we made love. Heather kissed me even deeper, our teeth clicking together as we desperately expressed our love and devotion to one another through an act almost as ancient as life itself. 

I looked into Heather's eyes, seeing her love and trust reflected in them as our bodies and souls gave and received of one another. The thick, rich, viscous fluids of her sweet, fertile body were coating my manhood with the precious gift of her love. She looked happier than I had ever seen her before, her radiant face somehow caught between delighted laughter and beatific tears of rapturous joy.

Heather and I were surrounded by an aura of energy similar to that which had enveloped Eris and myself the previous night, but this one was much more beautiful and intimate. Neither Cherise, Rachelle, nor anyone else would ever have anything to fear from the pure, selfless, generous love that surrounded Heather and I. 

I could sense her pleasure as though it were my own, doubling the amount of bliss I felt. Based on the way her lips and her tongue behaved in my mouth and the way that her trembling arms crushed me to her hot, soft, undulating body, I had little doubt that Heather could feel it too. As our mouths passionately kissed, I could feel her sodden pussy engulfing my manhood in heat and tender slickness as her hips began to move faster, her sweaty body slapping greedily against my own. 

Breaking the kiss, she clutched me tightly, burying her face in my neck. "Oh, sweetheart! It's happening! Can you feel it, too? Please, roll me over and take me completely! Make me yours, and make yourself mine forever!"

The springs in the aging mattress creaked as I rolled Heather over, looking into the loving, trusting face of the beautiful woman my cousin had grown up to be. I needed her desperately; the seconds that I was spending outside of her body were intolerable. 

Heather smiled expectantly as she opened her soft white legs as widely as she could, giving me completely unrestricted access to her most delicate and intimate parts. I felt as though my heart would burst within my chest as I kissed her tenderly and looked into her sparkling blue eyes. I looked down at the pale, fleshy thighs that she had parted expectantly for me, and my gaze traveled across the soft, furry vulva of my true love. Her pussy was already wet and red from our lovemaking, her vaginal lips still slightly parted as if silently pleading for my cock's return as I placed the head of my penis between them. 

My unprotected cock slid effortlessly into Heather's sopping wet tunnel as I returned it to her hot, slick depths with a single thrust. My sweet cousin gasped with need as her legs opened even wider and her soft calves wrapped possessively around my thighs. Embedded deep within the moist depths of the woman I loved, I could feel her slippery cervix grind wetly against the tip of my cock. We fit together as perfectly as if our bodies had been made specifically for this very act. Perhaps they had been.

Heather and I craved one another's bodies with a primal, animalistic need, and our joyful, vigorous lovemaking felt like the fulfillment of everything I had ever desired physically or emotionally. Heather's blue eyes were wide with happiness, love, and desperate hunger as her soft, chubby body responded enthusiastically to my own. The room was filled with the glorious aroma of our lovemaking and the satisfying sounds of creaky bed-springs and wet copulation. Our bodies were streaming with sweat that lubricated our skin everywhere we touched, and her spread legs rocked in time with our motions.

Around us, a pure, clean, beautiful, pulsating energy seemed to be washing over our bodies like a river of tangible love. Heather and I were sharing much more than a tender moment or mere sexual nectar. As I buried myself to the hilt inside of the woman I loved, a blinding flash erupted behind my eyes as the borders between my soul and my cousin's began to blur and merge, our spirits mixing and welding themselves together in a sacred, eternal bond.

"Oh, God! Fuck me!" gasped Heather in a loud whisper. Her torrid words sounded far from obscene; under the circumstances they seemed nothing but beautiful and spiritual. She was breathing hard. "My legs are spread for you, cousin! Claim my pussy as yours! Make my body yours forever! Fuck me! Fuck me as often as you want for the rest of eternity! My body is yours; I am yours!" she said in a voice that cracked with overwhelming emotion. I somehow sensed that these were words that she had been dreaming of being able to speak to me for many years. For years before she knew of our compatibility as soulmates on a conscious level, she had imagined these words as she had fantasized about making love to me. This was a fulfillment of a fantasy that she had enjoyed for a very long time.

We kissed deeply, passionately, wetly, and with unbridled enthusiasm as our sweat-slick bodies thrust and ground desperately together. Heather's body was producing so much of her delicious moisture that her natural lubrication was literally running down her ass crack and making a wet spot on the sheets as we made love. We experienced our copulation as though we were a single organism, and I couldn't tell where my own body ended and hers began as I thrust deeply into the precious slit between her legs.  

Her soft tummy squished and slapped against my abdomen as my cock sawed back and forth between her legs. I kissed her tenderly and sat up, looking at Heather's face. I looked at the woman I loved as I dampened a finger inside of her wet vagina. Tenderly, with infinitely gentile pressure, I stroked my lubricated finger around the shiny pink flesh that surrounded my cousin's glistening clitoris. The tender nub had emerged from beneath her delicate pink hood, and I touched it with such little pressure that, although I knew I was making some contact, I could hardly detect any sensation through the rough callouses of my fingers.

Heather, however, most definitely detected the contact between my finger and her clitoris. I ran my finger delicately over the hood of her clit, and down the twin trails that led downward from her clitoris like scale models of my cousin's spread legs. As I slowly and lovingly caressed this tender and delicate part of her blossoming genitalia, she arched her back and sighed like a dove before closing her eyes. Her body undulated against my own, and my testicles were massaged by the soft surface of Heather's ass cheeks as she moved her soft ass against me as her movements became more rapid.

There was no rush. After several minutes, Heather's eyes seemed to flutter behind their closed eyelids as her movements became more vigorous. And then her eyes clenched shut hard. "Oh, God!" she breathed as her legs clenched about me and her body shuddered in the first of several orgasms that we would both get to experience on that blissful morning.

As we continued to make love, our movements were becoming increasingly perfect for one another. Verbal communication became entirely unnecessary as our souls merged more completely with every movement of our bodies and spirits. Each of us instinctively knew what the other needed and desired, and what one of us needed brought pleasure to us both.

Heather moved to speak, but she seemed hesitant to say what was on her mind, and she was having difficulty formulating the wording of her request. I knew what she wanted even before she asked.

She looked at me, her sparkling blue eyes pleading. "Cousin... I know that Acratophorus gave you the power to not get me pregnant, but..." She hesitated for a long moment, her face red with exertion and elation. Her excitement and sexual bliss made it almost impossible for her to find the words she wished to speak, and she never stopped moving her body against my own. 

Finally, Heather spoke again, her voice nervous, soft, and breathless. Through the link between us, I knew what she was going to ask, and she already knew my response. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she spoke. "Please, cousin, just let this bond between us get as deep as it possibly can! What our souls are doing is already miraculous; please let a second miracle happen inside of me now. Please give me a baby, cousin. Please! I want to make you the father of my child; make me the mother of yours! You know I'm fertile. Give yourself to me completely, and let me give myself entirely to you. Fully mate with me; breed with me, impregnate me now! We might not have a chance later."

"Of course, my beloved," I whispered. I kissed her and ground the throbbing head of my swollen cock against the slippery opening to her womb. I kissed her lips tenderly. "Sweetheart, some of my sperm is already inside of you." And she already knew that my words were true. I didn't know whether to classify the semen that was already beginning to trickle into her fertile depths as the tiny foothills of a tremendous mountain of an orgasm, or still as pre-cum.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 06



She let out an adorable squeal of joy as she crushed her arms and legs even tighter around me, and the final barriers between our very souls shattered in an almost orgasmically pleasurable event. I could feel her joy as though it were my own as she kissed me passionately. She was panting in shallow and rapid breaths as she ground her clitoris hard against my pubic bone, my testicles slapping against her butt crack, and our bodies making deliciously wet noises that were audible even over the creaking of the aged mattress as we vigorously mated. 

Heather's fair face had become mottled and red with exertion, beads of sweat sticking her soft blonde hair to her forehead. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide with emotion as they looked deeply into my own. "Fuck me, cousin! Fuck me! Pound into me, make my pussy yours! Make my pussy yours forever! You know I'm fertile! Pour yourself into me and make me pregnant! Give me part of yourself; make yourself mine and make me yours! Oh, cousin! Sweetheart! I am so yours! I will be your wife, your friend, your cousin, your soulmate! I am yours forever!" She whispered ecstatically. 

My hard, muscular body slapped against her softness and our sodden genitalia made satisfying wet sounds as they merged and parted over and over again. Deep inside of her moist depths, I slammed my penis hard against the slippery opening to her cervix. If I had been thinking more clearly at the moment, I would have been concerned at how much noise we were making. Heather was squealing loudly in sexual bliss as she approached orgasm. Then, her sweet round butt cheeks trembled as they clenched tightly together, her soft white legs shuddered and crushed powerfully around me. Her toes curled, and inside of her depths I could feel her vaginal walls spasm, ripple and flutter around my hardness as her body was overcome by an astounding, almost cataclysmic paroxysm of ecstasy. I could feel the power and intensity of her shuddering orgasm through my body as well as the bond between our spirits, and it pushed me over the edge into my own tremendous climax. 

I couldn't think, move, or hardly even breathe as I poured fare more of myself than a simple load of sperm into her. My hot jets of slippery semen were flooding against her cervix as her own tremendously powerful orgasm sucked my sperm deep into the depths her womb. For several long minutes, a vast quantity of my life-giving nectar gushed from my pulsing and throbbing member and spurted deep into the innermost depths of her fertile body, filling the sacred chamber within her with my offering until it flooded my beloved's pulsing insides. Soon, some of my cum was even being forced out around where her vaginal lips clenched around my hardness. 

Heather's body squirmed and writhed beneath me in uncontrollable ecstasy, as though she were trying to somehow take my body even deeper within her. It was as though she wanted me to penetrate into her very womb as our climaxes continued. Heather's trembling arms and legs were pulling hard against me and crushing me into her. Her lovely blue eyes were wild with passion, her mouth slightly open as she looked into my eyes. My cousin cried out in an wildly inarticulate expression of unspeakable happiness and love as she felt the torrent of my heat and wetness filling the most intimate parts of her depths. 

Deep within her body, Heather could feel my cock pulsing, throbbing, and jetting a flood of my seed within her, directly into the sacred opening into her womb. Together, we shared every delightful sensation as we procreated, the sweet sensory conflagration of our combined orgasms lasting for ages as her body demanded more and more of my semen, and my own body willingly obliged. 

We held each other tightly, clenching one another tightly for long minutes as my seed bathed her inner walls and her body continued to milk me of every drop of life-giving semen I could give her. She clung to me desperately, and her trembling arms wrapped tightly around my neck as her womb hungrily accepted my offering. 

As our orgasms slowly faded, we kissed sweetly before rubbing our noses together in a cute gesture of affection that we had seldom shared together since we were small children. Heather was smiling and crying at the same time. Her fair face was flushed red as her tears of joy trickled from her sparkling eyes as we kissed again, our bodies still moving rhythmically as though she was hoping that I would bathe her insides with even more of my seed.

"That was so beautiful," She whispered with soft reverence. Happy tears rolled down her face. "I love you so much!" she sobbed quietly. Heather had always cried when she was extremely happy, and I had never seen her this happy before. "I've always loved you, John. I never even thought I would get to tell you how I felt, let alone get to do this with you!" She chuckled almost nervously as she slid a soft hand down to where my penis was still embedded within her, as though she wanted further confirmation that what we had just done was entirely real.

"I love you, too," I whispered. We held each other tightly, our bodies still locked in the most intimate of lovers' embraces. My cock prevented the egress of the river of hot semen that had flooded the still-pulsing depths of Heather's tender insides.

She kissed me, the tenderness of her kisses reminding me of the girl that had grown up with me and been my beloved friend since infancy. I remembered playing in a creek near our house as a child, throwing skipping stones and catching minnows and crayfish to play with for a moment before releasing them. I remembered a million games of hide-and-go-seek, or playing cards or board games with her on rainy days. I remembered countless days waiting for the school bus with her as children. Now, here we were. As adults, sharing our bodies and making an adult decision to spend the rest of our lives together. And soon, if we and the rest of humanity survived, we would be raising children of our own and letting them build happy, innocent memories of their own.

Still elated but physically and emotionally spent, I slid out of her and we lay cuddled together on the sheets, our arms around one another and our legs intertwined. We kissed tenderly and looked lovingly at one another's face.

"I'm going to get pregnant from what we just did," she whispered matter-of-factly. We both already knew it, in the same way that a bride and groom both know that the other will say "I do" during a wedding ceremony. But hearing her say it was still magical in its own way.

I kissed her. "I know. That's kind of cool. It's kind of scary, too, in a way. But I think we're going to be great parents." I kissed her sweetly. "And you're going to be an amazing wife." After everything that the last few days had held, it seemed a bit odd to be referring to parenthood as scary. One thing that I have learned in my life is that fear has many different faces. At least charging down the muzzle of an enemy AK-47 would have been a more familiar challenge to me. Parenthood would be entirely new.

Heather held me tightly. "You're so sweet! I feel the same way. I'm excited, but a little frightened. There's no going back now." She smiled adorably. "You're stuck with me, cuz! Acratophorus said that you had the essence of two goddesses permeating you. What do you think that will do to our child?"

"I don't think that anyone really knows. Both Eris and Acratophorus seemed to think that it was a good idea, though. But neither offered me any details."

Heather became silent aside from her soft breathing, her face peacefully happy as we basked together in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I gently caressed her sweet face, brushing a sweat-dampened wisp of golden hair out of her eyes. I savored the feeling of her slightly chubby body as we lay in one another's arms, her soft breath bathing my face. I admired how the sunlight played on her delicate curves, and I imagined how beautiful she would soon look glowing from her pregnancy. If we managed to live that long. I took a deep breath, inhaling the heady aroma of sex as I placed a hand over her tummy, imagining the new life that would soon be growing there. Heather smiled and placed her warm, soft hand over mine.

My cousin and I shared a tender kiss. Her tears were dry now, and she had regained her composure. "I hope you know how precious you are to me. I really have always loved you," she whispered.

"I love you too, Heather. I've always loved you. I just never would have imagined that one day we would be lying in bed together naked telling each other that right after having sex." It was true, but my still-damp penis was already beginning to stiffen again for more of her.

She laughed and hugged me tighter. "Well, get used to it. If it had been entirely up to me, what we just did would have happened a decade ago, and it would have kept happening every chance we got together by ourselves since then. At least as far as I'm concerned, we have some serious lost time to make up for! And, if the world is going to end soon, I would at least like to get married to you first, and that means a honeymoon." She kissed me, her hand absently traveling down to my cock and gently stroking it back to full hardness. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "And a honeymoon means that we are going to be having sex. Lots of it." She winked at me seductively. 

She kissed me. "You know, John, I wanted what we just did to be special between the two of us and I'm glad it happened the way it did. But am I a pervert for wishing that our mothers could have been here for that? You know they've always joked about what a good couple we would make, but I also think they were serious in a way. Remember how they acted in that dream that we all shared, when my mother held your cock to put it inside of me? I think that being here for what we just did actually would have meant a lot to them. I propose that after we get home we see if we can have a four-way with you, me, and our mothers. If you can handle it, you could even get our sisters involved as well if you wanted."

"What sort of girl proposes that sort of thing on her honeymoon? You really want to watch me have sex with our entire family?" I asked with a laugh.

She looked at me with a cocky smile that told me to brace myself for a clever, smart-assed answer. I felt certain that some play on the word "motherfucker" would be involved, but before Heather could speak she stopped short as she looked at my arm.

"John!" Heather said with a sudden gasp that startled me into jerking to an upright position. She was staring at my arm where the imprint of the armband was, and reaching to feel the skin. "That armband you were talking about in the basement of the church! I can see it now!"

I had previously suspected that I had caught some of the snakes moving within the design on the armband, but as Heather stroked the skin, any doubt in my mind was removed. The snakes responded to her touch, entwining around the knotwork of ivy and grapevines beneath her finger.

"I thought that Acratophorus told you all about the armband last night."

"Yes, but I couldn't see it then, and now I can! This is so cool. Do you think I'm the only one that can see it?"

"I have no idea, sweetheart." I said softly as I wrapped my arm tenderly around her. For men at least, sex is the best sleep medication ever invented, and I was feeling drowsy in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

Our conversation was interrupted when I heard a knock on the door. "John! Are you in there? Breakfast is almost ready," said Sarah's voice.

My union with Heather was far too sacred to be disrupted for a stack of pancakes, no matter how delicious. I ignored Sarah. Heather and I smiled and held one another. My bond with Heather was different from what had happened with Eris. We seemed to share an intuitive knowledge of how the other was feeling, but I couldn't sense the presence of the egg within her that would develop into our firstborn, nor could I gauge the progress of my stalwart swimmers as they explored her depths. But that was just fine as we relaxed back into one another's comforting arms and basked in our love and physical intimacy. The handle jiggled and I smiled at Heather, happy that I had locked the door.

"John! Are you in there?" asked Sarah again.

"You were definitely definitely 'in there' just a second ago!" Heather whispered saucily into my ear, quietly enough that her sister wouldn't be able to hear her. She nibbled playfully on my ear and threw a leg over the top of me. I could feel her dampness and the softness of her pubic hair against my hip, and my penis quickly began to respond to Heather's implied offer.

"Yeah, I'm in here. I'll be coming down to breakfast in a minute." I answered.

"You'll definitely be cumming in a few minutes!" whispered Heather almost silently to me as she climbed stealthily on top of me and straddled my hips, her lips beginning to work on my neck.

"Open up, Cuz! I need to talk to you." Sarah said.

Heather gave me an annoyed look and shook her head in exasperation as a metallic clicking sound came from the door. The bedroom door was of the sort that can be easily unlocked with a small screwdriver, and Sarah had proven herself adept at opening such locks for as long as I could remember.

I spoke quickly, hoping to prevent Sarah from invading the room. "Just give me a few minutes, Sarah! I'm getting up for breakfast, and..." I quit speaking as I saw the doorknob turn and the door's antique hinges creaked slowly open. Sarah's smiling face popped around the side of the partly open door, her sparkling eyes full of gleeful mischief. Heather scrambled off of me and we both rushed to hide beneath the covers, but we both knew that it was far too late for us to conceal what had been going on from Sarah. The unmistakable scent of our lovemaking would have given us up even if Sarah hadn't seen our naked bodies scrambling beneath the crumpled sheets.

The pretty brunette looked at her sister and I, and she laughed out loud. Sarah shook her head as she closed and locked the door behind her. "I didn't disturb anything, did I?" she said in playful mock-contrition. "So, you two finally did it, did you? Well, it's about fucking time, and it's about time for fucking! Don't bother covering up, John. I woke up hornier than hell, and I was hoping for a quickie before breakfast. I was still upstairs to hear you two fucking like bunnies in here because I slept late, but I think that, fortunately, everyone else in the house was already dressed and downstairs. I'm pretty sure that nobody could hear you over the racket down there. There's some old African guy in the living room talking to Erin's dad." 

Sarah smiled at us as she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing a black bra. "You don't mind, do you, sis?" she asked Heather as she unbuttoned her jeans.

"You've got your nerve! John and I were just talking about getting married before the world ends, and here you are barging in wanting to screw him right in front of me! What sort of sister does that sort of thing?" Heather said, sitting up on the bed with her soft white breasts exposed.

I smiled, and refrained from mentioning that Heather had also just been suggesting an incestuous six-way orgy that would have included Sarah. Heather giggled and playfully elbowed me in the ribs. Through our new bond, I didn't have to say things out loud for us to both be amused.

Sarah slowly slid her jeans down her toned, shapely legs. Sarah's body was slim, toned, and athletic, as opposed to her sister's relatively rounded softness. "Relax, sis. End of the world prophesies are a dime a dozen these days; we've lived through the end of the world dozens of times already according to the quacks that hawk that bullshit," She stepped out of her jeans, walking towards us in matching black satin undergarments. "And, yes, I'm here to screw your man. If it really bothers you, I suppose that I can behave myself because I love you. But if you let me fuck him, I promise to make it up to you. How many times did Mom tell us to share with each other when we were kids?" she asked with a sassy wink.

Sarah climbed on top of me, the smooth, soft cloth over her warm vulva was rubbing against my already throbbing-hard cock as she kissed me full on the lips, her hot tongue invading my mouth and writhing against my own like a living thing. As we kissed, I reached around her and unfastened her bra to free her small, firm breasts.

"Heather, is this OK?" I asked, willing to shut Sarah's advances down if necessary. But I already intuitively knew that it was all right with her through the bond that our souls now shared. More importantly, through the link between our souls, Heather knew that I would have behaved myself if it had been something that she wanted.

Heather answered my question by climbing over and grabbing her sister's panties with both hands, sliding them down to expose the toned mounds of Sarah's athletic buttocks. I felt the soft hairs of Sarah's exposed pubic mound grind against my hardness. 

Heather smiled, running her hands down her naked sister's body. "Like I said, I knew that the armband you're wearing meant that I would have to share you. Acratophorus needs your help, the world needs his help, and I'm strangely cool with the idea of you fucking as many other girls as you want as long as you save some of that cock for me! I never would have believed that I would say such a thing, but it's true." She laughed. "And, honestly, I think it's kind of cool that my sister wants my boyfriend. She's always been more popular than me."

Sarah wasn't paying attention to her sister as she planted a lascivious kiss on my lips. Her small, cool hand gently encircled my cock, which was still moist from Heather's pussy. She looked me wickedly in the eye and kissed me. Then she climbed down and smiled up at me, placing a sultry kiss on the tip of my penis. In a sudden, shocking movement, she engulfed my manhood, taking it deep into her soft wet throat and caressing it with the rough surface of her dextrous tongue.

Pulling her mouth off of my cock she looked at me with her eyebrows raised. "You didn't use a condom with Heather, did you? I can totally taste my sister's girl-cum all over you." She licked my cock from the base to the tip, savoring the taste of her cousin and her own sister at the same time. "Dear God that's hot!" Sarah exclaimed. She returned her mouth to my cock, sucking the mixture of her sister's juices and my own from my manhood. Sarah's head bobbed up and down, her brown hair swishing in time with her movements as she sucked me. As good as both of these sisters were at giving head, I was eager to see how a blowjob from Aunt Cindy was going to be!

I was nearing orgasm when Sarah slowed, grinning sadistically at me as she pulled her mouth from my cock. 

"You won't be cumming in my mouth this morning," Sarah said with a wicked smile. "I've got a better place for you to put your load." She winked at me before turning her attention to Heather. Slowly, like a prowling cat, Sarah crawled on the bed towards her sister.

"What are you doing?" Heather asked apprehensively as Sarah pushed her back onto the bed..

"Congratulating you. You did say that you're getting engaged to John, right?" Sarah said innocently. And then she kissed Heather. It wasn't an innocent, sisterly kiss. Heather's eyes were wide as her sister's mouth pressed against hers. 

"What sort of sister would I be if I didn't rejoice with you?" Sarah whispered as her hands traveled down her sister's body, caressing Heather's soft breasts and traveling down to stroke the soft, chubby tummy that would soon be swollen with our child. "So, tell me, sis. Did he cum inside of you? Am I going to be an aunt?" Sarah clearly didn't know that I had the power to prevent pregnancy now, but that was irrelevant in Heather's case.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 06



"Yes," Heather whispered quietly. 

Heather's beatific smile disappeared, replaced by a shocked expression as her sister kissed her deeply. Heather couldn't pull her head back any further, her progress stopped by the pillow. She made a noise as though trying to talk, but it was entirely muffled by her Sarah's soft lips as the beautiful brunette plundered her soon-to-be pregnant sister's mouth with her writhing tongue. Sarah's hands traveled down Heather's soft, supple breasts, caressing their pink nipples. Despite Heather's initial resistance to Sarah's advances, she was soon moving her mouth slowly against her sister's as they consensually shared a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Then Sarah's hands traveled lower, her fingers pressing through the heart shaped patch of dark-blonde curls between Heather's legs.

"I can feel him leaking out of you, sis. Can I have a taste?" Sarah asked sweetly. "Please?"

"What do you mean?" Heather asked with nervous suspicion, her expressive eyebrows raised in concern.

Sarah flashed a predatory smile at her sister. "You know exactly what I mean."

Sarah's fingers moved skillfully over Heather's sopping sex, her hand making wet sounds on and inside of Heather's drenched, fecund, cum-laden vagina. Heather moaned as Sarah's mouth latched onto one of her large, soft breasts while rubbing her clitoris. 

"I can't believe that I'm enjoying this!" groaned Heather.

Sarah laughed. "I can't believe it, either. But we're just getting started."

Sarah moved between Heather's legs, gently spreading her sister's soft white thighs as she stuck her proud, athletic butt up in the air behind her. She smiled at me and wiggled her ass enticingly before returning her attention to her sister.

I watched as Sarah's pretty face moved within centimeters of Heather's musky sex. Sarah's full, pouting lips parted slightly as she reached forward, gently separating the engorged labia of Heather's wet sex as though they were the petals of a beautiful rose. As she spread Heather's vaginal lips apart, the glistening pink inner flesh marbled with almost invisibly tiny blue veins came into view. Where the vaginal lips parted, I watched as a gleaming white mass of my thick semen slid wetly out of my betrothed and began trickling slowly down the beautifully moist crevasse. Sarah placed her long, pink tongue low on Heather's pussy, down near her anus, and slowly licked her way up her sister's moist sex as though savoring an ice cream cone. Sarah let the white glob of my warm semen rest on her tongue for a moment and looked me in the eye to ensure that I saw what she was doing before she sucked it into her pretty mouth and swallowed it with relish. 

"Oh, God, sis!" moaned Heather as Sarah's talented tongue began working its magic on her newly-fertilized sex.

"Good heavens!" said Sarah as she looked up at Heather. "How many times did he cum inside of you? There's enough sperm inside of you to float a small watercraft!"

"Only once," Heather replied with a chuckle.

Sarah gave me an impressed smile. "Damn! Are you sure you're not secretly part horse or something?"

"If I am, then there's a 50% chance that so are you," I responded.

"Well, that would explain why we're able to satisfy one another so well," Sarah replied without missing a beat.. 

For a long moment, I watched the beautiful scene that unfolded before me. Sarah turned her attention back to her sister's soft vulva, her tongue and fingers gently but skillfully brushing through the fine hairs of Heather's pussy to stimulate her most intimate and secret parts. Sarah was doing a masterful job of building Heather back up for yet another tremendous orgasm.

"Enjoying the show?" Sarah asked in a quiet, sultry tone as she peered at me through her hooded eyes. "Why don't you fuck me from behind while I keep sucking your salty cum out of my sister's pussy? Give me that hard cock, cousin. Fill me with cum the way you did her. I need it! I'm on the pill, but don't let that stop you. Just do your damndest to put a baby in me, too." And with that, she buried her face between Heather's thighs. I watched, entranced, as Heather's eyes closed and her breathing became heavy. Beneath Sarah's skillful tongue and fingers, I could see Heather's wide, soft hips moving rhythmically as her sister noisily slurped my sperm from her sopping pussy. 

Sarah pulled away from her sister's pussy and gave Heather a wicked grin. "Looks like someone is enjoying her first time with a girl!" And then she returned her frenzied mouth to her sister's pussy. Sarah's lips, tongue, and fingers worked skillfully in concert as she pleasured her sister. Sarah had definitely done this before.

I couldn't take any more. I climbed behind Sarah and she moved her knees apart to accommodate me. I admired the toned white orbs of her slender, athletic ass, and the dark curls that marked my cousin's vulva around her cute pink vaginal folds. She moaned into Heather's mons as I spread her labia from behind and pressed my manhood into her glistening pink opening. She was already extremely wet, and I entered her easily and fully with a single stroke. Her tight, slippery pussy felt incredible as its heat and warmth enveloped my hardness.

I fucked Sarah hard, grabbing her just above the flare of her hips and pounding into her from behind as she ate her own sister's pussy. Loud slapping noises reverberated within the room, and the scent of sex filled the air like a perfume. Looking down at Sarah's muscular butt cheeks, I could clearly see the cute dimples at the edges of her sacrum, and her puckered pink asshole directly above the opening where I pistoned in and out of her. Her labia clung to my penis like a delicate pink ring of soft, wet silk, stretching several millimeters out of her as I pulled out and then disappearing as I pressed back into her. Meanwhile, Heather was writhing on the bed as Sarah ate her out, her hands rhythmically opening and closing and her legs clenching hard around Sarah's head. Heather's hands clenched fistfulls of the fitted sheet, ripping it off of the mattress in a beautifully intense agony of pleasure, her back arching off of the sheets.

I reached down, delicately tracing a finger around Sarah's puckered asshole with one hand and reaching around her tummy to rub her moist pussy with the other. I fucked her with long, deep, powerful strokes. With each thrust, I could see her head being pushed rhythmically against Heather's vulva.

With a trembling, audible inhalation, Heather gasped. Her whole body shuddered, her knees flexed slightly, her soft white thighs clamped forcefully around Sarah's head, and her toes curled as another cataclysmic wave of pleasure washed over her body. She was cumming again, and through the bond between our souls her climax filled my own body with a sense of delicious sexual fulfillment. 

A moment later, both Sarah and I joined Heather in orgasm. Sarah's butt cheeks clenched powerfully together, and fortunately her screams were largely muffled by Heather's pussy. Powerful jets of sperm-rich semen flooded into Sarah's aching vagina, flooding her reproductive tract with my seed. She pressed her ass back against me hard as I pushed deeply into her. The head of my cock was bottoming out against her cervix as a deluge of my juices merged with her own.

As our orgasms gradually subsided, Sarah climbed on top of her sister and kissed her gently, collapsing on top of her. Beneath the beautiful mounds of Sarah's ass, I could see her pussy pressing gently against Heather's, their soft pubic hair merging together. A gentle trickle of our mingled fluids flowed from Sarah's opening onto her Heather's moist slit. The sight of their sexual nectar being shared and their recently fucked genitals being pressed so close together was beautiful and erotic.

Through the bond I could feel with Heather, I could tell that fucking her sister had gotten her so turned on that she could hardly stand it. Her insides felt empty without my penis, and she craved sex with a need that transcended words. Heather looked up expectantly at me from beneath her sister and spread her soft white legs. She smiled as I placed my hands on Sarah's buttocks and lined my cock up with the opening into Heather's pussy.

Sarah could feel what was happening, and looked up over her shoulder at me. "You're ready to go again?" she asked in surprise and admiration. "You two are the horniest bastards that ever lived!"

I nodded and smiled at the two sisters as I pressed forward, returning my steel-hard member to Heather's waiting depths. 

"Oh, God!" Heather breathed as she felt me returning to her body. She bucked her hips against me, stimulating Sarah's vulva as an unintended but not unwelcome consequence. 

I fucked Heather with long, slow, powerful thrusts as Sarah ground herself against her sister's abdomen in a gradually quickening rhythm.

I lay down across Sarah's back, and felt Sarah's face against the side of my own as I kissed Heather fully on the mouth. Sarah continued to grind against her sister, and I could feel her ass moving against my abdomen. Wet kisses pressed into the side of my face, and I turned to kiss Sarah. As I did so, I slid my slippery member out of Heather's pussy and began pressing it against Sarah from behind. She closed her eyes, her face a mask of ecstasy as she squirmed her hips back to allow my manhood to gain entry into her. It occurred to me that I was injecting each of the two sisters with the other's sexual nectar as well as my own, and the thought was a turn-on in its own right.

Moving so quickly from one girl to the next, I was aware of subtle differences between the way their pussies felt, and the differences between the movements that the two sisters made during lovemaking. I was in Heaven as I continued fucking both of my beautiful cousins.

I was driving myself hard into Sarah as she lay on top of her sister, the front of her sodden mound grinding wetly against Heather's soft abdomen. Grabbing Sarah's hips, I plowed into her, my flesh slapping against her own as her clitoris was stimulated by her sister's soon to be swollen tummy. Desperately, Sarah grabbed Heather's face and pulled her sister into a passionate lover's kiss. This time, their tongues and lips moved wetly and uninhibitedly together as my cock drove hard into Sarah's depths.

Sarah was already so worked up that it didn't take her long at all before he body was wracked by an orgasm even more powerful than the last. She shuddered as her Heather's wet, pink tongue worked against her neck, and Sarah gasped and whimpered quietly in pleasure. Her ass cheeks clenched powerfully and her vagina crushed around my manhood. Sarah's vocalizations grew in volume, as did the power of her body's contractions. Soon, Sarah was crushing Heather in her arms, and her pussy was clenching and spasming around my cock with such force that it was almost painful as her insides rippled against my manhood. If I hadn't already experienced three earth-shattering orgasms so far that morning, holding off on my own orgasm would have been utterly impossible. I fucked Sarah until her climax concluded. As Sarah collapsed on top of her sister, a stream of our mixed fluids trickled out of her pussy and onto Heather's tummy.

My cock was still damp with Sarah's fluids as I began rubbing the tip of my engorged manhood along Heather's slit. With a single smooth motion I began sliding my cock, which was still lubricated from being inside of her sister, into Heather's hot, sopping wet pussy. The contrast between the way that the insides of the two sisters felt was deliciously wicked and pleasurable. Heather gasped, her pelvis rocking against me as I made love to her. 

Wild with lust, Sarah pressed her mouth hard against Heather's and the two sisters shared a passionate open-mouthed kiss. My cock grew even harder as I watched their soft pink tongues move together wetly. Sarah was reaching down, rubbing her engorged, red pussy with her fingers as she ground it against Heather again. 

I began kneading Sarah's butt-cheeks like warm, fresh bread dough as I plowed into Heather's waiting depths. Heather's legs were spread wide and jerking with the movements of our bodies as I fucked her. I slowed the tempo with which I was fucking Heather, and I reached down and began to gently massage Heather's clit as my penis slid within her warm, slick depths. I barely made any contact at all with her slippery pink clitoris, but I could tell through the bond we shared that she was so sensitive that even this was too much. Gently squeezing the sides of her vulva together to massage her through the delicate, furry flesh worked much better.

Heather came before I did, her body shuddering and trembling, her legs and knees thrashing on the bed as I emptied myself once again into the body of the woman I loved. I continued to cum inside of Heather's unprotected pussy even as I collapsed onto Sarah's back. Sarah's smooth, soft ass-cheeks felt soft and warm against my chest. The pile of the three of us moved rhythmically with our breathing.

As my cock finally finished pulsing within her, Heather spoke. "OK. That was awesome, but you two are going to have to get off of me now. I can hardly breathe here underneath you two!"

Sarah and I chuckled as we climbed off of her, cuddling into a comfortable pile of naked flesh.

"I suppose that it's too much to ask for you to eat his cum out of me now?" Sarah said to her sister with a wicked chuckle. It was more of a taunt than a serious request.

"You haven't succeeded in turning me into that much of a lesbian," Heather retorted.

"Bullshit. You're addicted to my tongue now. Admit it."

"I'm addicted to our cousin's cock, but I'll remember that you offered me the use of your tongue if there's a point in my pregnancy when the doctors say that John and I have to take a break from sex," Heather retorted.

"Whether we can have sex or not in a few months, I need to get Sarah to give me a few pointers on how to eat pussy some time. That looked incredible!" I interjected.

"You're already amazing at that," Heather replied.

"There's always more left to learn, and who better to learn it from?" I said.

Sarah and Heather cuddled against me, their warm feminine softness encasing me from both sides. It felt heavenly to simply lie there against them and listen to their breathing.

About fifteen minutes later, another hesitant knock came from the door. "John? And, uh... anyone else that might be in there? Come on downstairs. Mom's got breakfast ready," Erin said. Her voice sounded sweet and slightly embarrassed. She didn't sound as though the armband was influencing her behavior at all. Did that mean that Heather and Sarah had been acting the way that they had even without any outside influence?

Heather kissed me sweetly before turning away and sliding her legs off of the bed. I watched the pretty orbs of her butt from behind as she slid on some comfortable-looking robin-egg blue panties. She fastened a beige, satin bra on backwards, sliding it around to her front and slipping her arms through the shoulder straps before turning to me.

"Get up, you two! They'll be waiting on us!" she said. Sex clearly affects women differently than it does men. I could have gone right back to sleep.

Sarah rolled over on top of me and gave me a slow, languid kiss. Her pussy was pressed neatly against my cock, and it took my body very little time to respond. Smiling, she ground her pussy against me. I began to move to put myself back inside of her, but she stopped me.

"Not right now, cuz. I would love to fuck you again, but there's not time right now. But, John? You do know that I love you, right, cuz? I'm not as sappy about it as Heather over there, but you really do mean an awful lot to me. And I think it's pretty special that we get to share ourselves with each other like this." With that, Sarah climbed out of bed, cleaned herself with the panties she had been wearing, and began searching for the other articles of clothing that she had left scattered about the room.

I yawned and stretched as I sat up on the edge of the bed while Heather began stepping into a pair of blue jeans. I retrieved my cargo pants from the floor and slipped them on, buckling the belt around my waist. I picked up the flattened musket-ball and looked at it. It had taken some serious guts to do what Rachelle had done the night before. I really didn't feel worthy of her, Heather, Cherise, or any of my friends or family members. I reflected on the changes that had been going on in my life lately. I have never cheated on a girlfriend before, and prior to extremely recently I had never slept with anyone outside of the context of a committed relationship. Trust me, I have had opportunities do do so, but that's just not how I had ever been wired. Until now. How strange that here I was, unofficially engaged to the woman I loved, and in a relationship where she not only didn't mind me cheating, she encouraged it! My thoughts were focused elsewhere as I absently slipped the musket-ball back into my pocket.



I headed downstairs, and the irresistible aroma of a delicious homemade breakfast lured me into the kitchen like a siren's song. I walked into the kitchen to find my friends and Erin's family already seated around a large table in the dining room. 

Both Diana and my sister greeted me with warmer hugs than usual as I walked into the room. I didn't need to be told that my best friend was feeling closer to me after we had shared our bodies, and one look into Diana's eyes told me without any doubt that she was thinking hungrily of what we had done together the night before, and what she hoped that we would be doing again together soon.

Kim's eyes, like my best friend's, were full of memories of the previous night. For Kim, however, her feelings about our lovemaking seemed less torrid and more sweet and sentimental. As Kim relaxed her embrace, she looked up almost shyly into my eyes. "Thanks," Kim whispered. I didn't need to be told what she was thanking me for, but I felt a bit guilty about accepting her gratitude. After all, she was the one that had given her virginity to me.

I planted a brotherly kiss on the top of her head. "No, sis, thank you."

Kim blushed sweetly before returning to her place at the table and focusing her attention on Naomi's home cooking. Still, she occasionally glanced up at me and smiled.

Lisa flashed a brilliant smile and embraced me, pressing a moist kiss into my cheek that seemed to be restrained from becoming more only by the presence of her parents. Still, Father David looked up and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Later," Lisa whispered quietly. Giving me a conspiratorial wink, she returned to her seat. It was still hard for me to believe how beautiful Lisa was. I tried not to be too obvious about admiring her retreating butt.

Naomi smiled warmly and offered to pour a cup of freshly brewed coffee for me, and I was more than happy to take her up on her offer. Any evidence of the misgivings that she had displayed the previous night seemed to have evaporated entirely. As she handed me the steaming mug of strong coffee, she met my gaze directly with a warm smile, but there was sex in her eyes. As I took the fragrant mug of steaming black liquid, she placed a warm hand briefly over my own before returning to her place at the table. Her manner seemed subtly flirtatious, and I felt guilty about being the object of a good, pious, happily married woman's adulterous lust. Unbidden, images of what she had looked like naked flashed before my mind's eye. It was a good thing that we would be leaving Vermont soon. 

As I approached the table myself, Father David stood and offered a hearty handshake and a friendly smile. His steel blue eyes spoke of deep exhaustion, but also a powerful inner strength. He was a sturdy middle-aged man of medium height, wearing an Episcopal priest's black dress shirt, dark slacks, a preaching collar, and a necklace with a silver crucifix. His strong jaw was hidden behind a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard, and his neat gray hair was cut in a manner that wouldn't have looked out of place if he had remained the Navy. 




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 06



Naomi had made homemade biscuits, buttermilk pancakes, locally produced sausage, and eggs from the neighbor's hens. Two jars of locally produced maple syrup sat on the table. A light-colored mason jar with a simple, homemade label indicating "Grade A syrup" in magic marker sat beside Naomi. Lisa was drenching her pancakes with darker Grade B maple syrup, which she insisted was far richer and more flavorful despite not looking as pretty. The merry breakfast-table conversation quickly evolved into a lively debate on the merits of various sources and types of syrup. I had to confess that it was an issue to which I had never previously devoted any real thought, and several of the occupants responded to my confession with gleefully feigned horror. Maple syrup was serious business in this family.

Erin seemed hesitant to meet my gaze during the conversation, which left me wondering if she was aware that I knew that she had been willing to give me her virginity in our dreams the night before. If she was aware of my knowledge, it was impossible to tell how she felt about it. Perhaps she felt embarrassed by how close she had come to surrendering her virginity the night before. Regardless, I cared enough about her as a friend that I felt confident that we would work through whatever was going on between us.

I noticed that Father David's place at the table was empty aside from a glass of water. Skagematuck had mentioned that he was in the midst of performing an exorcism, and it was likely that he was fasting. I didn't know what time he had gotten in the night before, but he had clearly showered and put on clean clothes. He couldn't have possibly gotten more than three hours of sleep. And the lack of food would make him physically even weaker. Here he was fasting while surrounded by the enticing aromas of Naomi's scrumptious home-cooked breakfast, and he was even weighing in on the debate regarding his favorite type of syrup! The man had to have some very significant spiritual discipline.

"So, how did you sleep, John?" he asked, his voice kind and friendly.

I had placed a pair of pancakes on my plate, and Lisa was helping me scoop some eggs onto it while attempting to win me over to her side of the great syrup debate.

"I slept pretty well," I responded blandly to Father David. I could sense his eyes on me as I poured a cup of coffee.

"I'm glad to hear it. Listen, I'm sorry to ask you to rush your breakfast because I know you're hungry, but I have to leave for work soon and I need to talk to you for a few minutes before I go. I wish that I didn't have to head off so quickly, and I hope that you don't think less of my manners for it, but my parishioners need me. Would you mind fixing a plate and bringing it with you while we talk for a moment in the living room?"

I walked with him through the living room, carrying a plate laden with food and a steaming cup of strong coffee. I was surprised to see a quiet and contemplative old man sitting in the couch, eating a biscuit and sipping a cup of black coffee. Looking at the couch brought back memories from the night before involving Lisa, Naomi, and my sister Kim. I pushed the memories from my mind as quickly as I could. The kind-looking, grandfatherly old man's dark, intelligent eyes seemed to miss nothing. I suspected that he was good enough at reading body language that it would not serve me well to dwell on the memories of deflowering my little sister.

The kind-looking old man was wearing the red-trimmed black garments of a Roman Catholic cardinal. Beneath his crimson skullcap were wiry white curls of hair that naturally complemented the dark, wrinkled and spotted skin of an old African that had spent many decades doing the Lord's work beneath a hot tropical sun. Behind his polished wire-rimmed glasses, his gentle old eyes were wise and mysterious. Laugh lines creased his elderly face as he smiled at me.

"So. Here is the monster killer, eh?" he said in a thick Kenyan accent. He stood and offered a bony hand that looked so frail that I made certain to be gentle as I shook it. I was surprised at how firm his grip was. He was clearly far more sturdy than he looked. 

The old African gentleman chuckled merrily, his entire demeanor warm and grandfatherly. He leaned on a beautifully carved and polished walking stick of some dark and exotic wood, but despite his obviously advanced age he didn't look like he really needed it for support..

Father David smiled and introduced the older man. "John, this is an old friend of mine. His name is Cardinal Imamu, and he is one of the finest human beings you are ever likely to meet. You could say that he and I share some common interests." 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," I said to the venerable old man before he returned to his seat.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well," the Cardinal said. "Here, sit down beside me and eat your breakfast before you starve. Naomi is quite the cook, isn't she?" His voice made me feel warm and at peace, his accent sounding like the sun of his homeland.

As I sat down, Cardinal Imamu spoke to Father David. "Dave, I know that this is your jurisdiction, and you have known me long enough to know that I will respect that. You did say that John was raised Lutheran, right? But these... occurrences, let us say, happen very rarely. And it's rarer still for the human involved to be a Christian man who is friendly and willing to cooperate with us. If you and John have no objections, I would like very much if I could sit in on the interview. Would either of you mind?"

Despite his obvious humility, as a Roman Catholic cardinal, Cardinal Imamu's position dictated that he was considered a prince in the Roman Catholic church. He was a very important man. There was something moving in his act of asking for permission to sit in on a meeting between Father David and I.

I shrugged. "I wouldn't mind you staying."

"I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I would be grateful," said Father David. He sounded relieved. "My supervisor, Bishop Frank, couldn't make it. Frankly, I'm very worried about him. Nobody seems to have been able to get in touch with him in almost a week, and that's just not like him. It is always good to have these things recorded by two people, and Bishop Frank and most of my colleagues have a lot of respect for you. What you say will have a lot of weight with most of the Episcopalian hierarchy, even though you are from outside of our church. I think that what happened yesterday was something that nobody could have predicted, and I doubt that my position is at stake, but it's always important to have someone else that knows what happened." 

Father David took out a small, expensive, and well-made audio recording device and set it on the coffee table beside my plate. Some top-notch ghost hunters used that model of recorder when looking for EVPs, but my little club couldn't afford to get that fancy. "Do you mind if we record this conversation?" he asked.

I didn't mind. For the next several minutes, Father David and Cardinal Imamu asked me to relate the story of what had happened over the course of the last few days. It was difficult for me to relate everything because I tried to avoid any mention of the sexual aspect of my adventures before the two holy men. I could sense that both of the ministers could detect my omissions, but neither said anything or interrupted me. Their eyes grew wide when I mentioned Acratophorus and the magical knife, and both of them were eager to inspect it. I showed the plain-looking tactical lock-blade knife to them, and was a bit unnerved by the ease and familiarity with which the men of God handled the blade before returning it to me.

"That explains a lot," said Father David as he handed the blade back to me. "We were wondering how on earth you managed to kill something like that."

Despite my omissions, I suspected that they still guessed much of what I was leaving out of the story. I told them about finding the armband and putting it on. I could still clearly see it on my arm, but I doubted that it could be visible to any normal mortal aside from Heather. I glossed over how Heather had gained that ability.

"Would you be surprised to know that I can see your armband?" asked Cardinal Imamu, his question catching me entirely by surprise. His voice was hesitant and pensive. Slowly he reached for me, and with a long dark finger he traced the lines of the armband. He looked up at me sadly. "You know that you are not the first person to wear it. The most recent person to wear it was an English nobleman. His name was John Wilmot, the second Earl of Rochester. He died of syphilis in 1680, while he was still in his early thirties. He couldn't control the armband's power, so it controlled him. We have rituals that could easily and painlessly remove the armband from unbelievers without harming them, but we cannot use our rituals on you. You are every bit as much of a Christian as I am, and therefore you are sacred. But make sure that you wear the armband and that it does not wear you. This should help." He reached into a pocket and handed me a well-worn antique silver rosary and a small vial of water. "I blessed this rosary just for you this morning when Father David told me what happened, and this bottle is holy water. If the armband is getting out of control, focus on these. It should help. Are there any other gods or goddesses aside from Bacchus that you are dealing with?"

I slipped the bottle of holy water and the rosary into a cargo pocket, and they clinked against the musket-ball. Father David and Cardinal Imamu were good people that seemed to know more about what was going on than I did, and so I told them the rest of the story. With Acratophorus drained of his power, I needed all the help I could get. I told them that my soul was bound to Rachelle, Cherise, and now my cousin Heather, although I omitted the sexual nature of how our souls had been combined. The two men of God nodded knowingly and without judgment.

I pulled the musket-ball from my pocket. My face was red with shame as I described how Eris had forced herself upon me the night before, and how I had been unable to protect brave Rachelle and sweet Cherise from being roughly mistreated by the goddess. I told them everything, staring sadly at my nearly full plate. Even in the presence of Naomi's mouth-watering homemade breakfast, I was no longer hungry. 

The two priests looked at me earnestly, the warm smile fading from Cardinal Imamu's face and Father David's face looking ashen. Father David was a brave man who had seen many terrible things in his life. As I told him of what Eris had said about deeming the extinction of the human race a necessary evil, he stared at me with a tight lipped frown and sad eyes. 

Father David took a deep breath before he spoke. "John, I am sorry that I put you in this position. I never intended for any of this to happen. I knew that the wendigo was keeping innocent human souls trapped under the church, and I have spent many years trying to convince my superiors that it needed to be destroyed so that the innocent souls could enter the afterlife. At the same time, the bishop in charge of me was hesitant to authorize the use of force against it and possibly risk exposing the armlet you're wearing. The last priest that worked at this parish betrayed his oath of protecting the armband, and was killed and eaten by the wendigo while trying to destroy it and claim the armband for himself. Bishop Frank didn't want to risk anything similar happening to me."

Father David continued. "All I really wanted was an impartial outside source to document the presence of innocent ghosts so that I could get permission to destroy the monster and have the armband encased in concrete and entombed beneath the Smithsonian Institution for protection. I was supposed to be here for everything, to make absolutely certain that you wouldn't disturb the wendigo's chamber! But then..." he shook his head. He was trying hard not to discuss the exorcism, which he clearly didn't know that I was aware of. "Something came up and I couldn't come home. And because of my failures, the entire world is now at stake."

Cardinal Imamu's dark, leathery face regarded both Father David and I with calm compassion and level-headed acceptance of our situation. After a long, thoughtful silence, he spoke. "None of this is either of your faults. Forces more powerful than either of you have created these circumstances, and those same forces will either fix them or they will not. All we can do is pray, and do our small part as human beings to make this world a better place."

An irrational anger welled up in my chest. "Pray to whom?" I asked. "You just called me a Christian, but the only gods I've seen lately are Acratophorus, who you just called Bacchus, and some crazy goddess that raped me, Rachelle, and Cherise! Your God is the only one I haven't been seeing around here lately! Everyone keeps talking about him, even the other gods! But he doesn't seem to be doing much, now does he?"

The old African cardinal looked at me with a sad smile. He clearly wasn't offended by my outburst. "The world hasn't ended, and we are all still here. That means that our God hasn't given up on us, and we shouldn't give up on Him. In your heart, you still believe in God. You just know that there is more to this universe than you were taught in Sunday School as a child."

I suspected that the old man was simply trying to bring me some peace of mind and calm me down. Surprisingly, it worked. He was very sincere, and an inner peace and spirituality seemed to radiate from the wise old man.

Cardinal Imamu reached over and patted the back of my hand. "In the meanwhile, John, what would you say if, after Father David and I got back from our work today, we performed a quick little marriage ceremony for you and Heather?"

I was shocked by his suggestion, but pleasantly so. He read the surprise in my eyes, and chuckled.

"I haven't always been a priest. My soulmate was my wife. She got sick and died nearly 40 years ago, but I can still feel her spirit near me every day, and in my dreams I still see her. His Holiness the Pope knows of this. If what you say is true, and your soul is already bonded to Heather, then you should go ahead and marry her. It's a sacred commitment, but still a relatively small one compared to what you already have," the old man said. "For now, wait here. The holy water and rosary should help you control the armband until we return. We have some important business to attend to that you can't come along on."

"Is this about exorcising a demon? I've been told that it is very important for me to come along today, and that I'm supposed to tell you about the... oh, what was it called? Knights of Canterbury or something? Something about the Spear of Lugh, the Apple of Eris, The Fist of Hiawatha, and the Necklace of something unpronounceable that started with the letter T?" I struggled to remember what Skagematuck had told me.

Father David's face grew pale. He closed his tired, bloodshot eyes and tipped his head back towards the ceiling while taking a deep breath. He was clearly exhausted, and his fast was making him physically even weaker. He took another deep breath, burying his ashen face in his hands for a moment. He looked like he was either silently praying or trying hard to keep his composure. Perhaps he was doing both. "I have a feeling that this is going to be a very rough day," he eventually breathed.

Cardinal Imamu smiled, but the look in his eyes left me suspecting that I had spoken of things more terrible than I could imagine. Somehow I knew that I had unwittingly referenced some ancient horrors that were best kept nameless; things which I had no business knowing about or discussing, and things best kept secret for my own good. 

"I can see that we need no secrets among friends." The Cardnial said. It was intended as a lighthearted statement, but his voice sounded grave and strained.

Father David sighed and straightened himself. "John, it is of more importance than I am capable of expressing that you never discuss anything you are about to hear outside of this room. Never! Not with anyone! Not with your friends, not with your family. Nobody! Not even my own wife knows what I really am doing here, and we need to keep it that way. Do you understand that?"

He looked sternly at me for a long moment until I nodded. "Good. Objects like your armband are powerful sacred relics that have existed for a very long time. We don't need to concern ourselves with their complicated ancient histories. Suffice it to say that, throughout the Christian world for most of the time since Christ, there has been a small group of elite Papal Guards entrusted with protecting them, keeping them safe and secret from the rest of the world. Not even His Holiness the Pope could know of these objects' existence and risk the temptations that they might pose. Rumors about our sacred relics have persisted, of course, and eventually the stories of the powerful objects we protected evolved into what we now know as the veneration of relics and icons in some religious traditions. Some stories about monsters guarding treasure might have had their roots in our common practice of using pre-existing beasts, like the wendigo you met, to help protect the sacred relics in case the human priests failed at their job. Similar organizations to ours, with identical purposes to our own, are known to have existed in the Islamic world and throughout Asia, Africa, and the Americas. Even in Australia, there is an ancient Aboriginal group with a mission that has always been roughly parallel to our own."

"When the Church of England split off of the Roman Catholic church in 1534, there were relics in the British Isles that were endangered when the Catholic monks, priests, and nuns were killed or driven from the country. I'm assuming that you know enough history to guess what King Henry VIII would have been like if he had discovered powerful magical relics like your armband. He couldn't behave himself under even the best of circumstances, and by now I am certain that you know of the temptations your armband presents."

"The Holy Order of the Knights of Canterbury was formed as a secret society of former knights and soldiers turned clergymen. They worked secretly, risking their reputations and their lives to work as double-agents with both the newly formed Church of England and the ancient Roman Catholic Papal Guard to ensure that these powerful relics remained secret and safe, and were never discovered or abused. It was a dangerous time in England, with neither Catholics nor Protestants being safe from persecution in a violent and rapidly changing political climate. Today, both the Holy order of the Knights of Canterbury and our Roman Catholic equivalent remain as secret societies. We are all former military men that have become clergy, and we still work closely with holy men from other faiths with similar missions to our own."

"The objects you just tried to describe- and it is of the utmost importance that you must never under any circumstances mention any of them again! -are some of the most powerful relics we guard, and they are far too dangerous to be safely kept on display or in the back rooms of well-guarded museums. The Spear of Lugh was perhaps the world's first weapon of mass destruction. Once removed from its opiate-filled container and thrown, it simply flies from person to person entirely under its own power, indiscriminately killing the people that had been targeted by its user. It has even been recorded as smashing through thick stone walls when it needs to do so to reach its target, and it always emerges undamaged. It can't be destroyed. Trust me, our Order has tried many times over the ages. That is the only item in the British Isles that my Order is not storing in the most secret and secure location in the Tower of London, although there are rumors that the Roman Catholic church has several hidden in Ireland."




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 07



I am classifying this chapter as Group Sex, but there are also elements resembling mind-control, and there is incestuous lesbian sex involved as well. This is part of a series that is largely built around incestuous themes. 

All persons, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved. 

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As Cardinal Imamu turned the key in the ignition of the glossy black rental car, the radio came on.

A serious-sounding newscaster was speaking in a grave tone and doing a valiant job of trying to keep her composure despite clearly being overwhelmed by the subject matter on which she was reporting. "...the president's speech this morning, in which he condemned the attack as an unprovoked act of war and promised a swift response, vowing that all persons or nations involved will be made to pay dearly for their actions. Excuse me. We will be back to that story in just a minute, we are receiving reports of yet another deadly attack on a separate American military base in the region occurring even as we speak, with intense fighting being reported as ongoing at this time. We are receiving reports of substantial loss of life on on both sides. Our analysts now believe that this is very clearly a large-scale and well-planned conventional military assault against American and allied troops in the region. Reports are coming in of the attackers using both fighter and bomber planes, tanks, and artillery. Sources have confirmed that both American and British warships have already been dispatched to the region. The United Nations has convened an Emergency Special Session of the General Assembly, and Congress is expected to vote on a formal declaration of war as soon-"

Cardinal Imamu abruptly turned off the radio. His face was troubled. "Wars and rumors of wars. With the Apple of Eris missing, it is probably best if we don't listen to the news for now. We have enough to deal with on our own without worrying about what is going on elsewhere in the world. We need to stay focused on our own mission."

I glared at the elderly African, but said nothing. I knew that Cardinal Imamu was correct, but the soldier in me still felt duty-bound to know as much as I could about what was obviously a dire situation that was developing somewhere in the world. I still had plenty of family and friends in the military, and there was a war breaking out? With whom were we going to war? None of this had been going on only a day ago! A million questions rushed through my mind. The last several days seemed entirely surreal.

"I can't believe that I'm in charge of the Order now," said Father David, shaking his head. His eyes were sad, far away. He looked exhausted and shell-shocked.

"I know that this is hard on you, old friend. You should pray, meditate, and center yourself. Perhaps you can pray for peace in the world and for your own inner peace. If you are worried about the Marines, then pray for them so that you can have peace on the issue knowing that you have done all you can do for now. It won't do for you to appear at an exorcism as rattled as you are now, but God wouldn't have put you here if you couldn't handle it." Cardinal Imamu admonished softly.

"God didn't put me here. A crazy pagan goddess did. And I've seen lots of people put in situations they couldn't handle before. I've seen them crack under pressure, and I've seen good people die as a result. I've seen lots of people die over the years," mused Father David, his voice grim and as bitter as burnt cordite. As a fellow veteran, the news about a potential war would probably be hitting Father David pretty hard, just as it did me. Wars bring back bad memories to those of us that have lived them. But Father David was trying to stay focused and faithful to his current mission. Everything not directly related to his immediate mission of the exorcism had to be put from his mind, and he understood that, but I doubt that he was being any more successful at his efforts than I would have been.

Cardinal Imamu was silent for a long time, his dark eyes remaining serene. "You need to have faith, my friend. You are a priest, and a man of God. You must trust that God called you to be here, even at moments when it is hard not to doubt your calling. You must trust that God has prepared you for this. Trust that Christ goes before us and walks beside us. We are going to an exorcism now. Your faith will need to shield you there. Demons will try to twist or pervert your kind heart and your faith, and they will play upon your fear and anger. Put on the full armor of God. You must be strong and trust that God is strong."

"I pray to God that this goes smoothly with the two of us," said Father David, but his voice sounded more tense than prayerful. Something horrible was clearly eating at the faithful man of God from the inside. I could see his face reflected in the rear view mirror.

I wanted to reassure him. "It will go smoothly for you. Ishtar herself promised me that the demons would be trapped during the exorcism. She has a plan for dealing with them later in a manner that won't endanger either of you."

Father David gave me an exasperated look in the rear-view mirror, and when he spoke his tone sounded cold. "I hope you're right. But, just so you know, demons frequently disguise themselves as angels or other beings that you're likely to trust. Would you do something that was suggested to you by some hideous beast that looked like a monster out of a comic-book? No. Neither would any other sane human being, and demons are more than clever enough to know that. They're far older, more experienced, and far, far more intelligent than any mortal you've ever met. Maybe you're right, John. Maybe an ancient pagan goddess really is going to help a couple of Christian priests out here, and maybe she really visited you to tell you all about it. But maybe a demon pretending to be a goddess is trying to get us to go in with our guard down so that she can suck our souls out, kill us, torment our disembodied consciousnesses until we reveal the information they need to steal every goddamn relic our Orders are protecting, plunge the whole goddamned world into chaos for the rest of eternity, and then for good measure continue tormenting a family of good people that we would have been able to save from them if we had kept or focus."

Cardinal Imamu gave his friend a worried glance before returning his eyes to the road, and he appeared to be carefully pondering a response to Father David's outburst. 

Instinctively, I felt a strong impulse to defend Ishtar from what the priest was saying, but I knew that he was correct. I held my peace, and the car was silent for several minutes. It was all far too much to take in. From Father David's perspective, what he had been told wasn't enough of the story to make sense. My plans to fuck at least two succubi into oblivion, and perhaps rescue two more from eternal slavery, were probably not wise to share with two priests. I suspected that Cardinal Imamu knew more of what I was thinking than he had been willing to admit, but I still felt uncomfortable with sharing my plans with him. In particular, I didn't wish to mention the fact that I was probably also going to have sex with the four women in the family that we were planning to help.

Finally, Cardinal Imamu spoke. His naturally peaceful, soothing voice with its soft African accent seemed to almost magically drain tension from the inside of the car. "David, perhaps you should spend a few minutes centering yourself and praying quietly?"

Father David took a deep breath. When he spoke again, his voice was soft and penitent. "John, I'm sorry to have taken that tone with you. We're all under a lot of pressure here. I know that includes you. You've been a good friend to Erin over the years, and I don't mean any disrespect to you."

I accepted his gracious apology. "Don't worry about it. I understand that you've got a lot on your plate, and I probably did sound a bit silly."

For several minutes, Father David sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, breathing deeply. His lips moved silently, as if in prayer. Reading his lips, I could almost make out the words of the 23rd Psalm.

Cardinal Imamu glanced in the rear view mirror, his eyes meeting mine. "We should let Father David pray and meditate upon God's word for now. But I do have a favor to ask of you. When you return to college, would you mind helping Father David's sister, Glenda, look after Bishop Frank? The Bishop is likely to not be doing well, and he will need someone to help him around for a bit."

"Who is Glenda?" I asked.

Father David opened his eyes and regarded at me with surprise. When he spoke, his voice sounded calm and focused. "My sister, Glenda Morrison. Your English professor and the lady in charge of your Paranormal Research Club. I'm sorry, I would have expected that Erin would have told you that Professor Morrison was her aunt. Glenda's last name is different from ours because she kept her second husband's last name after he died." 

"I had no idea she was Erin's aunt," I said. I suddenly knew how such a devoutly religious young lady had gotten mixed up in our little club. Yes, Professor Morrison had always seemed to like Erin, but I couldn't think of anyone that didn't like Erin. "Yes, I'll help Professor Morrison with anything she needs. I've always really liked her."

Father David raised an eyebrow at me, but said nothing. The look implied that I might not have a complete understanding of what I had just volunteered for. Perhaps he had some unspoken reservations about a man wearing the magical Armlet of Acratophorus helping his sister with "anything she needs". He smiled as though amused by some inward joke before closing his eyes serenely and beginning to pray again.

We crested a hill and descended into a low valley, and from a quarter mile away I could see that there was only one more house on the road. The white wooden farmhouse with its rusted tin roof sat alone in a large lawn that was overgrown with weeds. Across the driveway from the house, yellow police tape cordoned off the skeletal ruins of an ancient wooden barn. The walls of the rotting structure were in such poor repair that they would have afforded little privacy for the unhappy man's final act. It was little wonder that he had been discovered by his family so soon after killing himself.

I sadly shook my head as I looked at the grim-looking little white farmhouse. Something unspeakable was lurking behind those walls, and I was going to have to face these demons alone after the priests left. Maybe some residual part of their blessing would help me, I thought. But then I pushed the idea from my mind. Ishtar knew that the demons would have to be at the peak of their power to give Dionysus enough energy to revive him. I was overcome with sympathy for the family that lived here, and felt disgusted by the monsters that had driven the hapless man to kill himself in hopes that his family would be spared. What manner of pitiless beast would continue to torment a grieving family like this?

We parked our black rental car beside three other cars and a battered old pickup truck that had probably once belonged to the late man of the house. Father David regarded the vehicles for a long moment before speaking. "Two of those cars aren't usually here. They've got visitors."

Cardinal Imamu looked at the vehicles for a long moment. "Perhaps the visitors should wait outside while we do the blessing. By the way, David, are any people from your church going to be coming out to help the family maintain the house and cut the grass?" he asked as he dismounted the car. He took his walking stick with him, and a small, heavy-looking satchel of cracked and tattered black leather.

Father David shook his head. "I've got about five guys in our church Care Committee that I think would be happy to help, but I'm waiting until the demon or demons are gone before I schedule anything. They're good people that don't need to risk being attacked by succubi." He paused and took a deep breath as though trying to steel himself against the ordeal to come, both exhaustion and grim determination evident in his weary, courageous eyes.

"You look worried," Cardinal Imamu said to Father David as he reached into his satchel and retrieved a small bottle of dark, blood-red liquid and a round communion wafer. "Here. We should take a moment to pray together. Did you bring your own communion? Good. I'm sorry, I truly do wish that we could share. Taking communion by myself has always felt a bit silly to me. John, could you please wait by the car? You'll be safer there, and we need a bit of privacy to pray."

I nodded and began returning to the vehicle as Cardinal Imamu began reciting First Peter 5:8. "Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour." The talk of roaring lions sounded somehow different coming from an elderly African. His lilting voice faded into indistinct consonants as I approached the car to afford the men their privacy.

The two ministers knealt beside a low wall of crumbling stone that was probably a relic of some previous century. I stood and watched them as they offered up their quiet, fervent prayers. Cardinal Imamu's calm, dark, wrinkled face bobbed silently as he prayed. Beside him, Father David's face looked bloodless and exhausted but filled with dogged strength and determination that seemed to grow stronger as the pair of holy men beseeched God for help and protection. I wondered if an Episcopalian and a Roman Catholic had ever collaborated on an exorcism before today. Finishing their prayers, the two holy men embraced as dear friends before striding boldly toward the door of the house together. Father David knocked, and the door was opened to him.

The old wooden barn where the father of the family had committed suicide was across the driveway from the house. A bit further down the gravel road that served as the driveway, there was a large prefabricated green and off-white sheet metal storage building that still looked like it was in reasonably good repair.

I walked slowly towards the old wooden barn. I would probably have plenty of time to kill while waiting on the priests to leave. An unseasonably cool wind cut through the otherwise hot air and I shuddered as I looked through a large hole in the barn's rotten wooden walls. The dark old wood was cracked and crumbling, and even where the metal sheets still clung to the roof there were numerous holes rusted through the antique metal. On the far end, the remains of a broken wooden door were swinging slowly with the breeze, occasionally banging shut with a dry, rattling sound. The place spoke of pain and hopelessness.

Behind me, I heard a door open and two female voices talking together quietly and indistinctly as they approached me from behind. I turned to see two girls in their late teens or early twenties.

"Hey, there," said a pretty redhead in her early twenties. Her attractive face was framed by auburn hair that had been pulled back into a neat ponytail. She was nicely dressed in a skirt and blouse. With her was a slender girl of similar age, or perhaps a bit younger, with Asian features and thick glasses. The second girl was kind of cute in an innocent and sort of nerdy way. She was wearing flip-flop sandals, loose, comfortable pants, and a purple t-shirt that advertized a local high-school's marching band in bold, blue letters.

"I'm Amy, and this is Wendy," the redhead said as she introduced herself and her friend. "Since we don't live here, the priests told us that we didn't need to be inside for the exorcism and we would be safer outside. We were just heading over to play a game of pool in the storage building, if you want to join us."

"I would love to," I replied without hesitation. I've always enjoyed playing pool, and having some people to talk to would make time pass more quickly while I waited for the priests to finish their work.

As we walked towards the prefabricated metal building, the pretty redhead talked. "I came home from college to be with my family after... after we lost Dad. Mom and my sisters have had a rough time of it in recent years. Wendy here goes to high-school with my younger sisters, Cassandra and Tina. They've been friends with her since they were kids. Ever since all this stuff started happening, hardly anyone but Wendy will talk with anyone that lives here. Especially guys. Mom, Tina, and Cassie are all still inside so that the priests can say blessings over them. Again." She sighed and shook her head. "If you're here with the priests, then you know about the exorcism, right? God, I can't believe this is happening to my own family! It's like something out of a bad horror movie. I still can't believe that Dad is..." Her voice cracked and trailed off and she shook her head and fought to keep her composure. This was an old New England family that clearly believed in stoicism in the face of adversity. Wendy moved to put an arm around Amy, but Amy gently refused. "Anyhow, the priests told us that we're supposed to wait outside until the exorcism is over. Based on what I've heard about Father David's previous attempts, that's probably a good idea. How long do you think it will take?"

"I have no idea," I said truthfully. "I'm just a friend of the younger priest's daughter, and I'm along for the ride."

"Cool," said Wendy shyly. She was cute, especially her innocent-looking brown eyes and her pretty round face. Still, she was probably too reserved to get much attention from guys. "I didn't think that priests were allowed to have families."

"Episcopalians allow our priests to get married and have kids. That's what Father David and my family are," said Amy to her friend. She turned to me. "Do they think that our family is going to be OK? Mom is starting to think that maybe the priests won't be able to help us."

"I have a feeling that your family will be just fine," I said. Clearly, it wouldn't do to discuss my plans for the succubi with two strangers. "Neither of the priests have told me anything much on the case, but Father David mentioned that it's been pretty rough. Even so, I've got a feeling that your problems will probably be gone for good after today."

"I don't even know what to believe," Amy said. She stopped outside of the metal building as she reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She laughed humorlessly. "I had quit smoking before all of this shit happened. None of this was going on back before I left for college. Mom has been talking about some crazy stuff going on in that house lately. She told me that last night she actually saw something literally pick up Father David, fucking throw him against the wall, and he actually looked like there were invisible fingers choking him! Like, she actually said that she could see the imprint of a fucking hand with claws squeezing his throat, but there was nothing there doing it! Scary stuff." She gave me an appraising look as she raised the cigarette to her lips and lit it. "The other priest, the old African guy with the red hat, told us to stay away from you. What's up with that? You're not dangerous, are you?" she asked with a forced smile that indicated that she was teasing. Wendy chuckled.

I shrugged. "If you're here to visit your family in a house with a demon that throws people against walls and strangles them, then I suppose that I'm relatively safe by comparison."

Amy chuckled sadly. She had a naturally bubbly personality, but I could tell that it was taking effort for her to keep up her spirited facade. She was worried about her family, and the suicide of a parent is a terrible thing for anyone to experience. "I didn't think that you looked like an axe murderer or anything. After some of the boys I've dated, I'm pretty good at picking those guys out. Now I just need to learn how to stop letting them take me out for drinks." She smiled at her own joke.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 07



Amy opened the garage-style door into the large metal building, which was filled with stacks of dusty cardboard boxes and the flotsam and jetsam that a family had accumulated over the decades. Faded and long-neglected toys lay abandoned and unloved as they gathered dust and cobwebs inside of the plastic storage containers. Other boxes held piles of neglected paperback books and faded posters of dead musicians from bands that the world had forgotten a decade ago. I removed a deflated and dry-rotted old basketball from the dusty vinyl cover to the pool table, and assisted Amy in pulling it back to reveal the green felt surface. I helped her gather the balls from the pockets.

As I racked the balls, I glanced at Wendy. She was dusting off a battered folding metal chair and taking a seat beside the pool table. She clearly intended to sit the game out and watch, but I offered to let her play against Amy anyway in order to be polite.

"What, you don't want to play me?" Amy teased.

I smiled as I selected a cue stick that had managed to remain more-or-less straight despite being stored in the shed for far too long, and I began rubbing the tip with the crumbling remains of an old block of blue chalk.

"So here's how we do this. Mom and Dad never let us play for money, but we always bet on the games anyway. Usually it works kind of like truth or dare, but heavy on the dares unless there's just something that the winner really wants to know. So, you look like a strong guy. How many push-ups can you do?" I felt an empathetic pang of loss as I heard the pretty young redhead refer to her father as though he was still alive. Adjustment to such changes takes time.

"Well, when I took the Army's physical fitness test right before Ranger school, I did 112 push-ups in two minutes," I answered truthfully.

She whistled and squeezed my biceps with a playful smile. "How about this: if I win, you have to get on the pool table and do a hundred push-ups. What do you want me to do if you win?"

I chuckled. I had some thoughts, but none of them were ones that it would be polite to voice to a girl that I just met. "I have no idea what to ask you to do if I win. How many push-ups can you do?"

Before Amy could answer, Wendy piped up. "Make her get on the pool table and do her cheer routine!"

I gave Wendy a quizzical look.

Amy glared at her friend. "I can't do any of my routines in these shoes or this skirt!" She sighed and looked at me. "I was a cheerleader in high-school, and now I'm one in college as well. It helps give me an excuse to take a break from studying and do something physical once in a while."

"Then take the shoes and skirt off. The whole point is that it's supposed to be embarrassing!" Wendy taunted her friend.

I shrugged. "So what would you like your bet to be?" Asking her probably wasn't in the spirit of the game, but I didn't feel like embarrassing anyone. I just wanted to kill some time and enjoy the girls' company.

Amy ignored me and spoke to Wendy. "Fine. I'll do my cheer routine and let him see my underwear if I loose. But I'm not doing it on the pool table again. I damned near broke my neck the last time we tried that." Amy had caved to the idea of letting a stranger see her panties awfully quickly. I was wondering how much the armband had to do with it as Amy gave Wendy a wicked smile. "And if he looses, he has to make out with you for five minutes, and he can touch you under your shirt."

Wendy gave her friend a shocked look. "Wait a minute here! How did I get involved in this? You were going to make him do push-ups, and until a few months ago, I hadn't ever let anyone touch me under my shirt! Besides, we just met this guy!"

Amy looked at her with a smile. "You involved yourself a minute ago by making me have to do a cheer routine in my panties in front of a stranger. Fair is fair. If you get to embarrass me, I get to embarrass you." She turned to look at me. "So, John, how good are you at playing pool?"

I let Amy break. When I had been stationed in Germany, my barracks had an old pool table in the basement that my buddies and I had used for cheap entertainment when the weather was cold and miserable outside. During the time that I stayed there, I had become a pretty decent pool player. Amy had been playing pool for a while herself, and she wasn't a shabby player either. It didn't take long, however, for my better coordination and experience in playing the game to give me just enough of an edge to beat Amy. Wendy laughed out loud as Amy moved to a more or less open area a few feet away from the pool table.

"I'm going to get you for this," Amy said to Wendy with a playful grin. Amy kicked off her shoes and slid out of her white ankle-high socks so that her feet wouldn't slide on the concrete. Then, unzipping the side of her skirt, she shucked it down her long, shapely legs to reveal rainbow-striped bikini panties.

Taking a deep breath, Amy began her cute, silly routine with all of the enthusiasm that a college cheerleader could be expected to muster for such a small audience. The mechanics of her routine were similar in most regards to a million other cheerleader routines that I had seen before, minus the movements that would require multiple people to execute them. The familiar chanting and movements seemed to cheer her up.

When Amy displayed her remarkable flexibility on the high kicks, the narrow line of her slit was clearly visible as the crotch of her panties was pulled tightly against her vulva. Her mind was focused on her routine, and she didn't seem to even see us. About halfway through the routine, for a few moments I was fairly certain that I could see a few red hairs peeking out from beneath Amy's panties. Wendy responded with catcalls and gleeful laughter. When Amy's routine finished with her landing in a splits position on the floor, she gave Wendy a playful but merciless grin. "I'm so going to get you for that," she said to her friend again.

Amy seemed to debate whether or not to bother putting her skirt back on for a moment before retrieving it from the floor and sliding it onto herself. She spoke to me as she was picking up her pool stick, but she was looking at Wendy. "This time, if you win, I have to do the routine again. But if I win, you have to make out with Wendy for five minutes, and she has to strip down to her bra and panties first, and you can touch her any way you like. Above, or beneath the undergarments!"

"Hey!" responded Wendy. "That's no fair! You got to keep your shirt on, and he didn't get to touch you!"

Amy challenged her with a glance, determined to embarrass her friend. "I can't let him touch me while I'm doing my routine. If he got close enough to touch me I might accidentally kick him in the nuts or something."

Wendy looked hard at Amy. "Fine. If he gets to touch me under my panties, then if you loose, you have to do a striptease for him. All the way. Naked! And he can touch you however he likes."

"Hey! You'll at least have your bra and panties on! Cut me some slack!" Amy exclaimed.

"No way. Before I met my current boyfriend, I was a virgin that hadn't even let anyone get to second base. I was still a virgin until last week! This is fair." Wendy replied. 

Amy thought about that for a long moment as though weighing her odds. She began putting the pool balls in the triangular rack and gave me a cocky grin. "Your break," she said.

As I thought of the pretty teenager stripping naked in front of me, I began to feel my manhood stir within my pants. My arm felt warm around the area where I wore the armband, and I noticed Wendy beginning to squirm a bit in her chair. Amy's playing became erratic and her face was becoming flushed. More than once, as she walked around the pool table, she deliberately ground her butt against my crotch while pretending to try to squeeze past me. This was despite the fact that there was more than enough room for her to have easily avoided doing so. My own excitement distracted me enough that I missed several easy shots. Amy had two striped balls left on the table, and I had only a single solid left before gunning for the Eight ball. 

Suddenly, I saw two long shadows appear in the doorway. A pair of pretty girls with shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair stood just outside the metal shed watching us. The well-proportioned teenagers were obviously identical twins. One of them was wearing a pretty light green cotton sun dress, the other was wearing a loose skirt, a yellow blouse, and tall white stockings. They both had respectably sized breasts, broad hips, and a stomach that displayed only the tiniest bit of teenaged baby fat.

Wendy stood and embraced the one in the green sun dress. "Hey, Cassandra!" Releasing her, she turned to the girl in the skirt and blouse and gave her a similar hug. "Hey, Tina. How did it go?"

Cassandra smiled thinly, showing a gleaming row of braces. "It seems to be going a lot better than it ever has before. So far they've sprinkled us with holy water and said the usual list of blessings over Mom and us, and the new guy said a few blessings that I haven't heard before. I think they were in Latin. Even though nothing weird has happened so far, I don't want to be there for the rest of this in case the exorcism starts getting crazy like it did last night. I suppose that we'll find out if they've finally gotten rid of that thing tonight." She looked at me. "Hey, are you John?" she asked. She held out a beige envelope to me. "This came to our house in the mail this morning. There's no return address, but Father David looked at the name and told us that it's addressed to you."

I gave her a confused glance as I politely took the envelope. Why would I be getting mail here? Not even I knew that I would be coming here until last night, and even then I hadn't known the address! The paper was thick and smooth, clearly of very high quality. I opened the envelope, and removed a rectangular sheet of thick, buttery soft archival-quality paper. The paper was elegantly lettered and tastefully but beautifully decorated. It reminded me of a very old marriage certificate, complete with gold leaf. But it was a modern gift certificate to a restaurant back at my hometown, promising a specially prepared dinner for two. 

I knew the restaurant from which the gift certificate had originated, but I had never eaten there. Few people ever had. It looked like a nondescript, run-down little hole-in-the-wall from the street, but inside it was actually an elegantly appointed five-star restaurant run by a reclusive French master chef that never allowed more than a few people into the place at a time. The prices were apparently exorbitant, but the food was reported to be beyond exceptional, even by the standards that one could normally expect from a French master chef. It was rumored that the restaurant's wine cellar contained one of the most impressive collections of rare wine anywhere in the world outside of Europe.

Rare wines. I immediately thought of Acratophorus, who was a god of wine and revelry. But wasn't he dead, at least temporarily? Could this have been the "wedding present" that Ishtar had mentioned to me? Either way, I had never seen a gift certificate to any restaurant that was embellished with gold leaf, nor had I ever seen one that failed to mention prices.

Cassandra glanced at her friends. "Hey, the old African dude told us not to hang out with this guy. He's dangerous or something."

"Probably," I said with my most disarming smile. I hated to leave, but I also wasn't here to do anything that might cause trouble. I offered my pool cue to Cassandra and Tina. "If you girls would prefer to have me wait for the priests somewhere else, I can go wait outside and you can play pool with your sister and Wendy.".

Tina gave her sister a glance that seemed to be a silent plea for her sister to shut up. No man had been willing to talk to her for any length of time during the last two years due to the demon's curse, and Tina was in no hurry to get rid of me.

"Hey!" Amy interjected. "I think I've got a chance of beating you this time, and you're going to just pussy out and hand off the game to someone else? I don't think so! If I have to let a stranger see my panties, then so does Wendy!"

Cassandra and Tina both smiled, and they pulled up two more folding metal chairs beside Wendy's. 

Tina grinned at Wendy. "So how did he end up seeing her panties? You didn't make her try to do a cheerleader routine for him in that skirt, did you? Don't even try to pretend that was his idea! Oh, my God, you're terrible!"

Wendy smiled. "No, no. She had to take the skirt off to do the routine! And, if she looses this time, she has to do a full striptease for him. All the way. Naked. And he can touch her any way he wants!"

Cassandra grinned and raised her eyebrows in shock as she glanced at Amy, who nodded.

"I don't want to see my sister naked!" Tina exclaimed in playful mock-mortification as she sat down and watched Amy and I with interest. "Mister, I hope you can play some serious pool! What happens if he looses?"

Amy lined up a shot and sank one of her two remaining balls into a corner pocket. She and I were now tied. With her second shot she knocked her last ball to within an inch of a corner pocket, but it didn't go in. "WHEN I beat him, Wendy has to strip down to her bra and panties and make out with him for five minutes, and he can touch her any way he wants, above or below her clothes. I hope he fingers her until she cums in front of everyone after she made me do a cheer routine in my panties. He totally saw my pussy."

"You two are crazy!" said Cassandra with a smile.

It was my shot, and my last ball easily disappeared into a side pocket. The game was all but mine. I began lining up to sink the Eight ball.

"Let me see what sort of shot you've got," said Amy as she squeezed between me and the table. There was very little pretense of innocence as she very deliberately ground her ass against me for several seconds. She clearly intended to distract me.

"You know, the shot looks easy," she said, turning around. Her face was an inch from my own. She whispered to me, her breath hot against my ear as her hand massaged my rapidly hardening manhood through my pants. "But I think it's going to be very, very hard."

"Hey, no fair!" Wendy exclaimed. "No touching him!"

"Why not?" Amy asked. "You and he are both going to be doing a lot of touching in just a minute after I beat him. Admit it. You're hoping I win."

"I don't think you're trying all that hard to win, Amy," Cassandra noted.

"What can I say?" Amy asked. "It's hard for me to focus when it's so hot in here." And with that, she began unbuttoning her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the cheerleader's small pink nipples jutted enticingly from her firm little breasts as they came into view. Casually, she let the garment fall to the floor.

Her sisters and Wendy all let out gasps and shocked laughter at the sudden display of nudity, and both of the twins immediately focused on my reaction to see what I would do. I stayed calm and smiled at them.

Amy walked around the table, standing directly behind the 8 ball where it would be impossible for me not to see her while I began lining up my shot, and she began running her hands over her chest, teasing her nipples. She looked at me wickedly as she slowly slid her skirt back down her shapely legs, exposing her striped panties. She ran her hands over herself, caressing her nipples and the crotch of her underwear. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. "Don't let me distract you, John. Just focus on where you would like to put your balls. Remember that this pool table has more than one hole. And I'm not here to stop you from slipping something inside of whichever hole you feel like shooting into." She winked. "Take your time. I hate it when a man ruins things by finishing too soon." Her hand rubbed up, pulling her underwear tight against her pussy. I could clearly see the outline of her slit, and around it I could see a few enticing red curls of her pubic hair. She picked up her pool stick and slid it between her legs. I watched as she began slowly and rhythmically rubbing her panty-clad mound against it.

My breathing was becoming more rapid, and my cock was rock-hard in my pants. I aimed carefully, trying to focus on the pool balls. The armband was throbbing hotly on my left bicep as Amy ground her pussy against the pool-stick, slowly masturbating herself through her panties. Slowly, she turned around, her legs spread and her ass barely covered by the panties as she continued to rub herself against the pool stick. A wild tribal-looking tramp-stamp depicting stylized flames was tattooed on the pale flesh above her shapely ass. Behind me, I could hear Cassandra, Tina, and Wendy all breathing hard. The armband was clearly at work again.

As I made the move to shoot, a warm pressure met me from the side. Wendy was pressing hard against me, her lips seeking my own as she pulled her purple t-shirt over her head. As she pressed me back against the table, my pool stick bumped the cue ball.

"I think that was your shot. You missed," she whispered hotly as she pressed me hard against the table and her lips locked against mine. "I think you should just give Amy the game," she whispered in between feverish kisses to my mouth. I looked into her eyes, and could see the madness of the armband at work within them. The shy, nerdy, self-conscious girl I had met a few minutes ago was being transformed by a tidal wave of uncontrollable lust.

"Oops," Amy said saucily as she batted the 8-ball into a pocket with her hand. "It looks like I just lost. Sit your ass back in your chair while I give this guy a lap dance."

Wendy's kisses did not lessen in intensity. "Take off my bra!" she breathed hotly before returning her tongue to probing my mouth with desperate intensity. She trembled with nervous urgency as she kicked off her flip-flops and unbuttoned her pants. In a series of quick, jerking shoves, Wendy pushed both her pants and her underwear down her smooth tan legs. My hands moved around her back to unhook her bra, and the 18-year old high-school girl's perky breasts with their cute brown nipples sprang into view. "Ignore her," Wendy whispered as she licked my ear. "Amy will tease you with a lapdance and leave you horny and miserable. But I'm going to fuck you. Do you want real sex from a hot girl that was a virgin just a week ago, or just a lapdance?"

Amy approached us. Her bikini panties were the last thing she had covering herself. With a single, smooth movement, the cheerleader slid them off of her legs and kicked them across the room with a long, shapely leg. I looked over at the neatly trimmed red hair that adorned her vulva and the long, pink vaginal lips that hung enticingly from her nether region. Amy smiled at Wendy, then looked at me. "You're really going to fuck him? I was going to, too, but if you're really wanting to fuck him and let us watch, go right ahead." Amy looked at me. "She finally let her boyfriend take her cherry last week. He's the only guy she's ever done anything at all with. She said it was terrible, but apparently she's hoping that you can do better!" Amy reached down, her nimble fingers joining with Wendy's trembling brown hands in removing my pants.

A warm wind blew through the building, and I felt something move in the air around us. I could sense something nearby that I couldn't explain, but that somehow felt familiar. There was a god or a goddess here, and I could sense that the god or goddess wanted me to be aware of their presence. I couldn't see the deity, but I knew with absolute certainty that we mortals weren't alone. Was it Ishtar, or someone else? The presence didn't feel like Eris, but somehow it reminded me of her.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 07



Beside us, both Tina and Cassandra gasped as my cock slid into view, their eyes wide, their mouths slightly open. Cassandra was rubbing her crotch through the front of her dress.

Soon, my pants were around my ankles as both Amy and Wendy pushed me back onto the pool-table. Perhaps because they were virgins, or maybe because they had so recently been blessed by multiple priests, both Cassandra and Tina seemed a bit more in control of themselves than Wendy and Amy were. Even so, after a few minutes, a third figure approached us as Tina climbed onto the pool table beside Amy and Wendy. She was still fully-clothed in her skirt, blouse, and long white stockings. She pressed her pretty young face against mine, her soft lips merging with my own as I felt Wendy's mouth encircle my cock with wet heat. I kissed Tina, her pretty teenaged face pressing hard against mine. Up close, I noticed a few tiny dots of acne on her otherwise perfect face. I felt hot kisses against the other side of my face, and didn't need to look to know that her twin sister was on the other side kissing me.

As I made out with Tina, I ran my hands over her body. She felt exquisite through the thin, soft fabric of her skirt and blouse, her body a nearly perfect example of feminine curves and enticing softness. She gasped as I reached low, feeling up her smooth legs and pressing up her skirt until I could feel her ass through her panties.

"What's gotten into you two?" asked Amy with genuine shock in her voice as she looked at the twins.

Tina broke the kiss with me long enough to gasp to her friends. "This is the first guy that's been willing to talk to me in the last two years, and I'm not missing this opportunity! I totally can't believe that Wendy isn't a virgin anymore and I still am! That's about to change."

Amy looked concerned. "Tina, Wendy's boyfriend is a jerk that pressured her into sex, and I've been telling her to dump him ever since! Do you really want to just give your virginity away like this?"

Before Tina could reply, Cassandra spoke. "This is happening, Amy. I don't care if I have to get the rest of you to help me hold this guy down, and I can tell that Tina feels the same way. Tina and I are both giving up our cherries today, and nothing our older sister says is going to change that. You haven't been living here. We've been hornier than I ever thought it was possible to be. All the time, every day for the last two years. And nothing helps. Guys won't even talk to us because the demon makes them scared of us, and we can't even cum when we masturbate! You don't know what we've been going through!" 

As she spoke, Cassandra shed her light green dress in a single movement, revealing her clean, white bra and panties and lots of beautiful, creamy skin. Her legs were long and shapely, her breasts enticing and soft-looking, her stomach delightfully smooth with just a hint of youthful pudginess to it.

Amy shrugged and smiled. "I can't believe that I'm about to watch Wendy fuck some guy and both of my sisters loose their virginity! What is up with this week? Wendy, look, you're doing it wrong. Here, move your mouth. Relax, I'll let you have him back! I just want to show you! Cup your hand around his balls like this... And then come at him from an angle more like..." Amy's words trailed off as she engulfed my long, thick manhood deep into her throat, taking much more of my member into her mouth than Wendy had succeeded in doing.

I tried to focus on the incredible sensations of Amy's masterful blowjob as Tina's feverish kisses pressed hard into my mouth. We broke the kiss as Tina fumbled impatiently to remove her yellow blouse and wriggle out of her skirt. As her lips returned to mine, I unhooked her bra, releasing her teenaged breasts. I groped the soft flesh of her large, tender young orbs with my strong, calloused hands, and then felt my way down to the smooth curves of her teenaged ass. The soft roundness of her firm butt cheeks felt incredible. She gasped sweetly as I slid my hands beneath her panties, caressing the smooth flesh.

"Give me a chance!" Cassandra exclaimed as she pulled my face away from her sister and began kissing me while Wendy's face bobbed on my cock under Amy's guidance.

Cassandra made a contented groan into my mouth as my hand found its way down the front of her white satin panties, feeling the warmth and moisture that flooded from her virgin sex. Her mouth was pressed hotly against my own as my finger entered the moist split between her legs. My digit entered her up to the first knuckle and then encountered her hymen. 

Wendy pulled her mouth off of my cock and moved to mount me, the teenaged girl's nude body looking beautiful as she climbed on top of me. My eyes roamed her pretty Asian face, then traveled down to her small, tan breasts with their dark brown nipples, and the tuft of soft black hair that covered her adorable pussy. Both of her feet were flat on the pool-table as she slowly squatted on my cock. I felt her pubic hair tickle my glans before her fingers reached down to spread the lips of her soft vulva. She squatted lower, and heat and moisture encased the tip of my penis as her sweet vaginal lips wrapped around me. She gently applied pressure, her eyes closed, her hips rocking back and forth as she slowly worked to stretch her impenetrably tight pussy around the girth of my manhood.

"Wendy, I've got a condom in my purse if you want," Amy offered seriously as Wendy slowly moved to engulf my cock.

Wendy didn't respond. Each time she rocked her hips, a tiny bit more of me was granted entry into the warmth of her body's most intimate parts. Her eyes were closed, her back and her graceful neck arched backwards as she slowly worked more and more of me into her deliciously tight hole. Her chest was thrust out, her proud nipples standing erect. She was very tight, but her body was producing as much moisture for the occasion as it possibly could. Wendy gasped as my hands reached up to caress her small, sensitive breasts. 

"I'll be fine," Wendy finally gasped to Amy, absently refusing the condom. She wiggled her hips slowly, rocking them back and forth as she gradually applied more of her weight. Soon, I was encased in her body to the hilt, her heat and moisture surrounding my cock with her body's natural gifts and our pubic hair softly pressed together. I looked at her flat tummy, almost surprised that the girth of my cock didn't make a visible difference in her abdomen from the outside. She sighed sweetly as I reached up and caressed her breasts with fingers that were still moist from her friend Tina's pussy.

I was fucking her while surrounded by heavenly young female flesh on all sides. The feeling was beyond amazing.

A warm breeze caressed me like gentle, invisible hands as Wendy rode my cock with increasing passion, her body clenching tightly and possessively around my manhood as her juices coated my cock with thick, glistening moisture. She was so wet that, despite her tightness and sexual inexperience, we were soon fucking as hard as we could, our bodies desperate to merge as completely as possible as I thrust myself deeply into her. Her cervix pressed hard against the tip of my cock head, and the slippery ridges of her vaginal walls rubbed and crushed wetly around my shaft as we fucked.

Our bodies built in passion and intensity until it approached a summit of almost unbearable pleasure. "I'm going to cum," I warned her.

"Finish inside of me!" Wendy demanded breathlessly. "I don't care what happens. I need to feel your cum inside of me like I've never needed anything before! Just give it to me!"

And with that, Wendy shoved her friends aside, catching my head in her hands and pulling my mouth to hers in a passionate, desperate, open-mouthed kiss while her hips slapped hard against mine. Her brown, almond-shaped eyes locked on my own, her dark pupils dilated with need and adrenaline. Her jaw was trembling, her brow wrinkling as every muscle inside of her body began to contract. "Oh, my God!" she shrieked in a high-pitched voice that was amplified by the metal walls inside of the shed. 

Wendy's pussy clenched around my cock with the force of a steel vise while she ground her hips against me, desperate to get me as deep inside of her as I could get. I wrapped my hands around her soft ass cheeks, pulling her even closer to me. I was pressed so hard against her cervix that I was literally wondering if it would be possible for me to enter it and actually feel the insides of womb wrapped around me. I was so deep inside of the pretty teenager that I was almost inside of her sweet young uterus when my semen erupted inside of her, the long white jets coating her insides and spurting deeply into her reproductive tract. Our bodies were pulsing and throbbing together in a shared orgasm as her mouth crushed tightly against my own, her tongue writing with desperate passion against my own. We kissed for ages as I gushed and spurted deep inside of her. Slowly, my rough hands relaxed their crushing grip on her soft ass cheeks.

I could sense the presence that was in the room with us surrounding and flowing through Wendy and I like an invisible aura. A flash of sudden knowledge hit me, as though an inaudible whisper had kissed my ear. I instantly knew that my daughter, the goddess Enyo, was here with us, and I knew that she was enjoying the feeling of me cumming inside of Wendy. Enyo was feeling every sensation that Wendy and I were experiencing as though she were experiencing it directly, and Enyo wanted me to know that.

I didn't know whether Wendy was on the pill or not, but I focused on sending as much energy to Acratophorus as I could so as to avoid any potential consequences for the pretty young girl.

Wendy sighed as she collapsed onto my chest, her breath washing over my cheek. Her body felt hot and sweaty against my own. "Oh, my God that was incredible!" she whispered almost inaudibly. "I could totally feel it when you came inside of me."

"So, do you think you can get it up again for a second go-round?" asked Amy seductively as she moved close to Wendy and I.

Slowly and hesitantly, the slender Asian girl slid her sodden pussy from my cock. She looked as though the act saddened her. A narrow steam of our combined fluids slowly dripped from her pussy as she climbed off of me and walked naked to the chair where she had left her purse. I admired Wendy's delicate backside as she began rummaging through it.

Amy climbed on top of me and began rubbing her wet slit along the tip of my penis. As her sisters ground themselves against me from either side, Amy began lowering herself, the tip of my penis slowly splitting her pussy open.

"Hey!" exclaimed Cassandra. "What if you tire him out before we get a chance!"

Wendy returned with a crumpled receipt, upon which she had scrawled her name and phone number in a rounded, flowing, girlish script using a pink ball point pen. "I'm putting my number in your pants pocket. Call me! Please. I want to see you again, and I swear I'm not a slut!"

"Well, I've known you your whole life and I certainly don't think you're a slut. But you do need to get some clothes on, young lady!" came a voice from the door.

Suddenly, the entire group froze. My cock was halfway inside of Amy, and suddenly I could feel her vagina clench around me with the force of a bear trap.

"Mom?" gasped Cassandra in horror.

At the doorway stood a tall, slender woman that resembled an older version of Amy. She had short auburn hair and a line of cute freckles across her cheeks and nose. She was pretty, but looked sad and tired. As she looked at us, though, the ghost of a smile played on her thin lips and a warm glow entered her eyes.

She walked towards the writhing pile of flesh on the pool-table and regarded us with a wry smile. "It's a good thing that the priests didn't come looking for you in here before they had to leave. I can only imagine what they would think of my family if they saw this! The old black priest had to run back to Father David's house for an emergency of some sort. They wouldn't talk to me about it, but I thought I heard one of them say something about terrorists! They seemed to be in a hurry, and so I told them that I would drop you off at Father David's house later today since you weren't waiting for them by the car like they had asked you to do."

How had she found us so easily when both of the priests had missed us? I suspected that Ishtar and her plan to get Acratophorus back on his feet had something to do with it. I was worried about the priests, though.

The newcomer walked towards me, laughing and reaching past her naked daughters to offer me a friendly handshake. "Hi, I'm Sandra. I take it that you've met Wendy and my daughters? Thanks for letting me watch you and Wendy. Forgive me for being so bold, but with everything going on in that house I haven't been able to get any sexual satisfaction in ages, and watching you two was good for me. Get your clothes on, kids. It's hot in this shed! How do you stand it in here?"

"There isn't anything wrong with a bit of sweat," I offered.

"Later!" whispered Amy in an urgent apology as she slid her wet pussy off of my cock and sprinted towards her skirt and blouse.

Sandra laughed as she watched the girls comical scrambling to put their clothes back on. The laughter looked pretty on Sandra's face, erasing the wrinkles that a horrific set of events had etched into her tired features. Wendy was clearly mortified that her friends' mother had caught her engaged in the throes of sexual ecstasy, and she quickly made excuses to leave.

Wendy chuckled and blushed as she looked at the floor. "I can't believe this happened! Miss Sandra, I am so sorry..."

"Don't apologize to me!" Sandra replied. "I really didn't mind watching that at all, and if you stick around for a little while longer I'll be happy to watch you go with him again if you two are up for it."

Wendy hesitated, torn between her embarrassment and the temptation to take Sandra up on her offer. "I've got to go," she finally said. Despite Sandra and I imploring her to stay for a few more minutes, the embarrassed teenager headed for her car. "Tina! Cassandra! I'll see you in school on Monday! If you tell anyone about this I will totally kill you. Bye! John, you've got my number. Seriously, call me. Do you live locally?"

"No, I'm visiting friends from out of state," I replied with some regret. "It's literally a 13-hour drive for me to get here."

Wendy's shoulders slumped with disappointment, but then she perked up. "Well, give me a call the next time you're in town. We should do dinner or something!"

"Or something," echoed Amy with a wicked smile.

Wendy blushed and blew me a kiss before driving off.

I followed Sandra into the house, accompanied by her daughters. The place certainly didn't feel like anywhere I had ever been before where there had been trouble with demons. The sunlight flooded in from the large bay windows, and the home felt comfortable and lived-in. The brooding, oppressive tension and the atmosphere of fear, sadness, and anger that typically permeate a demon-infested household were entirely absent. Ishtar must have meant what she had said to me about imprisoning the succubi inside of a glass bottle until I was ready to face them. Still, I would have felt much better if Father David and Cardinal Imamu had stayed.

After entering the house, Sandra offered us lemonade and we sat around the table for a bit. Conversation seemed a bit awkward in light of the circumstances, but it was pleasant enough. I took a seat beside a sliding glass door and sipped the pleasant lemon-flavored beverage.

"So, Amy," Sandra said glancing at her eldest daughter, "do you think that Cassandra and Tina are old enough to start learning a bit about sex?"

Amy almost choked on her drink. Conversation in the room was slow to begin with, but it immediately ground to a complete halt as Sandra dropped that bomb.

Amy looked at her mother with wide, mortified eyes. "Uh, well..."

"They both just turned eighteen, which is several years older than you were when you started. You did know that I knew about that, right?" Sandra said. Shimmering droplets of sparkling condensation were dripping down her glass of lemonade as the older woman wrapped her moist lips around the rim of the glass and drained the cool liquid down her long, shapely throat.

"Mom!" gasped Amy. Clearly she hadn't been aware of her mother's knowledge.

Sandra placed the empty glass down on the granite counter top. "With that... that horrible THING in the house, I haven't been able to get any sexual satisfaction for two years now! I'm tired of hiding how frustrated I am, and this is the first guy that the monster hasn't chased off in two years." She looked at her daughters. "You didn't seem particularly interested in hiding how much you needed sex either back in the storage building, so spare me any hypocritical nonsense!" Sandra looked at me, her piercing green eyes locked on mine. "Tell me the truth. Your name is John, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," I answered politely.

"I saw you having sex with Wendy and starting to put yourself inside of my daughter, Amy. Were you about to have sex with my other two daughters as well?" She was very matter-of-fact, her eyes hardly even blinking as she gave me a hard look.

"That would have been entirely up to them, ma'am."

My cock was straining against my pants so hard that it was almost painful. The supernatural sexual drive the armband gave me could certainly be uncomfortable sometimes. The armlet throbbed around my left bicep. I noticed the twins' faces were both flushed. Cassandra was breathing through her opened mouth, and beneath the table I could see that Amy was distractedly rubbing her thighs together.

Sandra glanced down at the bulge in my pants and took a deep breath before looking me directly in the eye. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Helen Keller could have seen how worked up you had those girls in there. But I'm not going to have my babies loose their virginity on a pool table to God-only-knows-who. Wendy looked like she was having a good time, but if she wasn't a virgin before she had sex with you today, it had to have been pretty recently when she lost it. She's nobody to judge whether or not you're worthy to introduce my daughters to sex. They won't get another chance at a first time." Sandra gave me an appraising look before turning to Amy. "Amy, do you still want to fuck him?"

"Oh, my God! Mom!" Amy said with a shocked, dumbstricken look on her face.

The older redhead gave her daughter a tight smile. "If that's a yes, then I want you to follow me back into my bedroom. And you, too, mister! If you can handle Amy and me to our satisfaction, then you can deflower Cassandra and Tina if they want it. I'm warning you, mister. I haven't had any cock or even been able to get any satisfaction from masturbation in close to two years, and I fully intend to wear your dick down to a nub. My husband was fucked by a succubus until he couldn't stand the thought of sex, while I was prevented from even getting satisfaction by masturbating! It's a shame that Father David is so devoted to his wife. If he weren't a married priest I would fuck that man until he couldn't walk the next day, even if I had to tie him up first! Amy, follow me to the bedroom." She glanced at the twins. "Girls, you can either wait out here or you can come back and watch."

I rose to my feet and followed closely behind Amy. Amy turned to look at me, the college cheerleader wearing a confused smile on her face. "Mom has never acted anything like this. Ever. I don't even know what to expect, but I'm glad that we're going to get to finish what we started!" She winked at me. "I hope you're ready for this so soon after fucking Wendy!"




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 07



I gave her a confident smile as her mother opened the door into the master bedroom. It was comfortable-looking but elegant, with a large king-sized sleigh-style bed with multiple pillows and covered by a smooth crimson duvet. On a dresser at the front of the room I could see a small glass perfume bottle that reminded me of the ones that I had seen for sale to tourists in Middle Eastern bazaars. Something dark, like the foul black smoke from burning tires, churned and writhed furiously behind the colorful red glass.

Before Cassandra and Tina had even filed into the room and closed the door, Sandra had wordlessly stripped off her shirt and tossed it to the floor. She was thin, with milky white skin and small perky breasts concealed by a tan satin bra. Her trim, flat abdomen had a few tiny, barely perceptible stretch-marks and a thin scar from a c-section which marked her as a mother. Sandra unzipped the side of her skirt and began shimmying out of the garment, revealing a pair of black cotton panties that contrasted sharply with her pale skin.

Sandra stalked over towards me. "Why am I seeing so much clothing?" she asked with an arched eyebrow and a predatory smile. "Get naked, mister! And you, too, Amy! God, what is taking you two so long? Are we doing this or not?"

I stripped off my shirt in a single motion and kicked off my shoes to remove my pants. But before I could do more than unbuckle my belt, Sandra shoved me back onto the cool bedspread and climbed on top of me, her face close to mine as she dry-humped her crotch against mine. 

Sandra looked me in the eye, her gaze so intense as to be a bit disturbing. "You have no idea how badly I need this! I have had to live with sexual frustration that you wouldn't even believe possible! I'm always horny; I have to masturbate five times a day just to keep my fucking sanity, and even then I never get to cum! But the fact that you haven't already taken off like a bat out of hell tells me that the damned monster is finally gone, and I plan on making the most of it. We are going to fuck. Hard. I need it like I have never needed anything before."

Sandra was convinced that the demons were gone, but I could sense a supernatural presence in the room with us. I could sense the invisible presence of my daughter Enyo watching us with intense interest and excitement.

I reached around Sandra, unclasping her bra, and she shrugged it off. Her firm breasts were small and beautiful with their rosy pink nipples. I matched her hunger with my own, rolling over on top of her and pushing her back onto the blankets.

"Yesss!" she whispered hungrily in response to my action. She breathed in a deep and ragged breath, her back and neck arched as I clamped my mouth around one of her tits, her hands crushing my face against her chest as my tongue circled a firm pink nipple.

Both Tina and Cassandra stood gawking as I made out with their mother. Beside them, Amy was making a neat pile of her clothing beside her parents' bed.

My cock was as hard as a rock as I fumbled to shed my pants and toss them onto the floor, and I kicked my socks off as Sandra grabbed my face and pulled me into a scalding-hot lover's kiss. Our tongues explored each other's mouths as I reached for the last garment that either of the two of us was wearing. Sandra gasped into my mouth as my fingers moved over the crotch of her panties. Her own hand responded by wrapping around my cock, masturbating me with quick motions of her smooth, warm fingers. I noticed with shock that the young widow was still wearing her wedding ring, but there was no time to dwell on it as she kissed me hotly and her body writhed against mine. She took my cock in her hand and began rubbing it up and down the crotch of her panties as her tongue thrashed within my mouth. Her carnal needs were a palpable force that demanded expression, her lust burning within her body like a searing flame.

Sandra raised her hips, her movements quick and jerky with excitement as she tore her panties from herself and flung her body at me. Her pussy was shaved and remarkably beautiful, with the tender flesh of her engorged, unusually large but very attractive pussy lips surrounded by only a few days' growth of soft auburn hair, and I reached down to run my fingers across her soft mound and across the enticing folds of her labia. Her body's natural moisture felt hot, wet, and slippery as I effortlessly inserted a finger into her moist slit and she reached around my body, pulling me closer to her as she gasped into my mouth. She kissed me, fire burning in her eyes for a long moment.

"You have no fucking idea how badly I have needed this! God, I need that cock!" she said loudly. With that, Sandra dove towards my manhood, taking it into her mouth and sucking it deeply into her throat with obvious relish. She closed her eyes, running her mouth and hands almost worshipfully over my turgid manhood. "It's been so long!" she almost sobbed before sucking my throbbing member deep into her throat and briefly gagging herself. Undeterred, she took my manhood as deeply into her mouth as she could time and time again.

"Sandra! Bring your pussy around and let me taste you, too!" I pleaded. I love eating pussy, and a sixty-nine has always been one of my favorite positions. I love the smell of a clean, healthy pussy, the taste of it, and everything about the way it feels against my face. Despite having given birth to three beautiful daughters, Sandra's sexual organs were particularly lovely. She briefly removed her mouth from my cock to turn around rapidly to lower her nether region onto my face. I could see the roundness of her butt above my face and the soft, pale skin of her thighs beside her shaven sex. I reached up, grabbing her ass and pulling her pussy to my face. Her distended vaginal lips hung down, feeling warm, soft and feminine against my lips as I teased them apart with my tongue. This woman needed sexual pleasure, and I intended to give it to her. As my tongue and nose brushed against her already soaked pussy, I felt the moist heat of her throat encase my engorged cock again as she masterfully deep-throated me. She was even better at this than her daughter.

I held her firm ass cheeks, delighting in the aroma of her pussy and the slippery, viscous fluids that were already trickling out of her fertile, maternal womanhood as my tongue explored as deeply inside of her pussy as it could reach. She was delicious; the subtle spice of her musky fluids was every bit as pleasant as the finest wine I have ever sampled as I licked and sucked at the sweet juncture between her legs. She rocked her hips back, and I began making circular motions around her clitoris with the broad, textured top of my tongue. She moved faster, her head bobbing rapidly on my cock as she ground her womanhood against my face with increased passion. She was getting close. I sucked hard on her clit, drawing it and and her labia into my mouth as I caressed them with my tongue. I felt Sandra pull her head off of my cock to shriek loudly in ecstasy.

"God yes! At last! I haven't been able to cum in... Oh my Goooood!" she shrieked as she rocked back and forth on my face and I greedily sucked her sweet fluids. Every muscle in her body seemed to clench and tremble, her thighs threatening to crush my skull. I enjoyed the experience of her orgasm almost as much as she did, and frankly having my skull crushed between a MILF's thighs during cunnilingus would be worth it, if only for the sake of giving me one of the most awesome obituaries in human history. Her daughters, even Amy, were staring at their mother with wide-eyed shock and amazement. But their eyes also reflected hunger. They were every bit as horny as their mother was. Our need was fueling the armband's powers, and it was responding by inspiring all of us with even stronger sexual urges by the minute.

As Sandra's orgasm gradually subsided, her body sagged and she took a moment to catch her breath. I felt Amy reach around and begin stroking my steel-hard penis. Glancing over, I could see that Cassandra and Tina were already disrobing.

Sandra spun in a quick, cat-like maneuver that caught me off-guard. She grinned delightedly at me as she kissed my slippery mouth. She laughed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Ick! You taste like my pussy!" she exclaimed gleefully. She had probably not been this happy in years. Sandra grabbed a handful of blanket and began roughly wiping my face with it.

"If I taste like your pussy, then you really should give it another try. Your pussy is fucking delicious!" I said jokingly, although my words were muffled by the blankets.

"I just did try it," Sandra said with a laugh as she lowered her mouth to mine. "But when I kiss you, I want to taste a man's mouth, not my own pussy!" And with that she planted a wild, open-mouthed kiss on my lips, her tongue probing my mouth as she reached down to take my cock in her hand and guide it into herself. I smelled the unfamiliar odor of either her perfume or perhaps her deodorant, and felt her short red hair brushing softly against my face. She reached down, parting her particularly long pussy lips around the head of my cock. I hadn't even penetrated her yet, but it felt good as her long, rubbery labia caressed the head of my cock. 

Sandra's insides felt feverishly hot as she lowered herself, and her sodden pussy easily swallowed my cock whole. She looked down at me with a grin like someone enjoying a ride at an amusement park. Her slippery juices felt so hot that they almost burned. She took me deep inside of her body until her narrow, bony hips ground hard against my own and her firm breasts lewdly teased against my chest.

For a brief moment, she lay on top of mine, watching my face for a reaction as I suddenly felt movement between her legs. I moaned in pleasure as I felt her already tight pussy begin rhythmically and deliberately squeezing tightly around my cock. She smiled wickedly as I felt her hot wet insides clenching and gripping around my manhood.

"I do kegels every day. I haven't been able to cum, but exercising my pussy is one way that I've been able to keep my sanity. Enjoy!" she whispered hotly before kissing me passionately and then sitting up, exposing the entirety of her glorious body to me as she began moving herself on top of me. At first, she slowly ground her hips against mine in a circular motion, and then began undulating back and forth.

Sandra rode me like a woman possessed, her short red hair flopping about wildly and her small breasts bouncing enticingly with each of her body's jarring movements. I looked up at her pretty face as her body slapped against mine. She was breathing hard through her slightly parted lips, her face an image of unspeakable rapture as I skewered into her vagina, plundering the woman's gloriously wet insides with my rigid member. I reached between her legs, moistening my finger with her body's natural lubrication and rubbing her engorged clitoris and the area just beneath it as she rode me. She made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a gasp, and her eyes scrunched shut.

"Oh, God, yes! Just down a little bit to my... right there!" she hissed.

Soon, she was in the midst of another screaming orgasm, her trim body shuddering and convulsing in a powerful seizure-like climax as her three naked daughters watched with wide-eyed shock. Sandra collapsed on top of me like a rag-doll, her chest heaving, her breath hard against my ear, her heart pounding so hard that I could feel it against my chest, her mouth graced with an almost stupefied smile and her eyes brimming over.

"I haven't been able to orgasm in so long!" she sobbed. "I can't believe that I'm fucking another man so soon after... oh, my God!" Her eyes clenched shut and she lowered her head, her lips pursed tightly together. Inside of her, I felt her pussy clench to grip me possessively. She sighed. "Words really can't express how badly I needed this!" 

Sandra wrapped her slender, freckled arms around me as she began rocking her hips back and forth, her slippery insides slowly beginning once again to rhythmically caress my manhood inside of her hot, moist birth canal. Here was the sacred opening that had given life to her three beautiful daughters, and I was amazed at how wondrously tight she still was. She pressed her mouth against my cheek, and I could feel her lips slowly and gently moving in what might have been a string of soft kisses. 

Abruptly she climbed off of me and turned to mount me in a reverse-cowgirl position, facing away from me. Perhaps it was hard for the young widow to look at another man in her marriage bed. I reflected on the fact that I didn't even know his name. Sandra's pale buttocks, with their adorably dimpled butt-cheeks, were lovely as they bounced on me and her vaginal lips looked amazing as they slid up and down around my cock. I watched a shiny, wet ring of her flesh slide out of her body as she moved up, and the flesh disappear as she lowered herself onto the thick ridges of my cock. 

Seeing her chance, Amy climbed on top of my face, the soft red fur of her vulva tickling my lips and nose as the delicious musky scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. The pubic hair felt cool and slightly damp where her moisture had been exposed to the air. 

I reached around Amy's ass, feeling the young cheerleader's most intimate parts being offered to me as my tongue began moving between her legs. I delicately delicately licked her inner thighs before making my way to her vulva. She was every bit as delicious as her mother, but her taste was slightly more subtle and less musky, and her fluids were slightly thicker and creamier. I breathed in a deep lungful of her intimate scent, her pubic hair tickling my nose as I licked and sucked between her legs. Soon, Amy was pressing hard against my mouth, grinding herself against me as I licked her pussy with the broad, textured upper surface of my tongue.

I took a brief break to turn my head to the side and remove an errant curly red hair that was tickling the insides of my mouth, and Amy briefly raised her hips so that I could do so. We shared a wordless chuckle over that before I pulled her pussy back to my mouth and returned to my delightful task. I was grateful for the distraction from the amazing pleasure between my legs. Eating Amy's pussy would give me something to concentrate on that would make me last longer inside of Sandra.

I could feel Sandra angling her pussy backwards slightly to make the head of my cock stimulate the front wall of her vagina. I could feel a slightly rough surface rubbing against my urethral opening, and could feel her hands moving over her pussy as she rubbed her clitoris while she fucked her G-spot against my cock. It had to feel good to her, and it was absolutely heavenly for me. 

I reached up, spreading Amy's pussy lips and greedily lapping the shiny pink wetness that was exposed there, delighting in the savory smell and taste. I was relishing the way that the soft folds of flesh felt smooth, warm, and slippery against my tongue and lips. Her smooth pink nub rubbed against my upper lip, and I sucked on it as I drove my tongue as deep inside of her as it could reach. She ground faster on my face as I ate her out. My tongue caressed her clitoris as I lovingly licked and sucked at her most intimate parts. Her breathing was coming faster.

"Oh, Mom! He's going to make me cum!" Amy yelled before her voice trailed off into a high-pitched wail of sheer delight and her pussy suddenly became much, much wetter. There were more of her fluids lubricating her womanhood and my own face, but they weren't as thick and viscous as they had been and the taste was even more subtle.

Sandra ground hard on my cock, her daughter's orgasm exciting her even further as she changed her angle and drove my manhood hard against the entrance to her womb. Amy pulled her over-stimulated pussy off of my face. I sat up, gently guiding Sandra onto her hands and knees before I knelt behind her. 

I looked down over the soft white curves of Sandra's back and the gentle roundness of her ass as I plowed into her from behind. My hands were on the bony protuberances of her hips as I slapped my body hard against her ass again and again, her white flesh reddening from the repeated impact. I could see her labia majora parted on either side of where I entered her, and the soft pink ring of her labia minora gliding wetly into view as I pulled back and then disappearing back into her as I returned my manhood back to her depths. With every thrust, she made a loud sound that was too feminine and high-pitched to be a grunt, but I could not describe it with any other word. Her exclamations became louder as, together, we approached orgasm.

"God yes! Fuck me hard! God, I need you to fuck me! Oh, shit! Oh, God, yes, fuck the shit out of me!" Sandra said in a voice that was almost a snarl.

I slammed hard into her time and time again, savoring the feeling as my cock bottomed out inside of her body. She met me, thrust for thrust, her body making wet slurping sounds around my manhood as I pounded into her. Her legs trembled weakly.

"Fuck me, fuck me." she breathed like a mantra over and over again as I rammed into her from behind. Her legs were slowly spreading, being pushed towards the bed. I kept on pumping into her as she lay face-down onto the bed, her legs spread wide. I could no longer reach her cervix, but the feeling of the front wall of her pussy was every bit as good. She reached under herself, frantically rubbing her clitoris. I grabbed her hips, kneading her ass cheeks in my hands as I pounded into her from behind.

Amy, Tina, and Cassandra were all completely naked, watching closely as I fucked their mother. Their faces looked as though it was the most beautiful and erotic thing that any of the three girls had ever seen.

I shoved my cock deeply into Sandra, feeling her soft ass cheeks press warmly against my lower abdomen as I plundered her pussy. She suddenly grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and pulled it hard over her face as she screamed out in pleasure, her body trembling and clenching around me as her drenched pussy quivered and vibrated around my cock. She was cumming so hard that her orgasm could have been measured on the Richter scale, and that was one amazing sensation too many.

"Can I cum inside of you?" I asked. My voice was tight, and my self-control was slipping.

Sandra couldn't reply, but she kept bucking her delicate ass against me, her pussy contracting with tremendous force around my cock as she screamed into the pillow. Already more pre-cum was leaking into her as I thrust inside of her body.

"I'm going to cum. Should I cum inside of you?" I asked again, louder and more urgently. I hated to interrupt her orgasm, but I really needed an answer soon.

"No, No! you'll... oh, God!..." she gasped, pulling her face away from the pillow that had muffled her screams. She was having a difficult time talking, but I got the general idea. There wouldn't be time to explain that cumming inside of her would be perfectly safe as long as we wanted it to be. I pulled my cock out of her and placed it in her ass cheeks like a hotdog in a bun, and she continued moving and rubbing her ass against me. I was still drenched with her glistening natural lubrication, and it didn't take more than a few moments of this stimulation before I was prepared to shoot hot streams of my white semen up along her back.

It came as a total surprise, then, when she suddenly rolled over and pushed me onto my back, her mouth engulfing my manhood as she sucked it deep inside of her. Her tongue, lips and hand worked expertly in concert for the next few moments before my world exploded into a mind-numbing orgasm. I could feel her throat rhythmically massage the end of my cock as she swallowed over and over again, consuming every drop of my semen as I ejaculated.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 07



I came for ages as Sandra swallowed it before she looked up at me with a smiling, flushed face and sparkling eyes. "I couldn't let any of that go to waste! I haven't gotten to taste cum in so long!" she whispered emphatically before wrapping her hand around the base of my shaft and squeezing upwards, milking out a tiny droplet of semen that had remained in my urethra. With a wicked grin, she licked the last drop of cum from the head of my cock with her wet, pink tongue. The smile didn't fade as she climbed up and kissed me full on the lips before cuddling against me.

"Well, damn, Mom! That's going to be a tough act for the rest of us to follow!" exclaimed Amy as she rolled over on top of me, her body brushing against her mother's.

"Who said that I'm done?" breathed Sandra with a grin. The older woman winked at me as Amy grabbed my cock and began guiding it between her legs. Sandra's eyes and my own were fixed between Amy's legs at the soft pink folds of her vaginal lips and the neatly trimmed red hair that covered her luscious vulva. Sandra watched with interest as Amy lowered herself onto me, and my cock parted Amy's pink vaginal lips as though entering the enchanted gateway to a magical kingdom. Sandra moaned and ran a slender white hand over her drenched sex. She sighed and looked at me with a smile. "Well, young man, you are certainly going to have your work cut out for you today!"

It certainly didn't feel like work to me. Amy was even tighter than her mother, her healthy young pussy denying my thick, rigid manhood entry for a few brief moments despite our combined efforts and the glistening moisture that still clung to my cock from her mother. I could feel the soft, warm flesh of Amy's vulva as her auburn pubic hairs tickled my glans, and I felt discomfort as our efforts to penetrate her were at first successful only in compressing my cock. Amy's mouth was pressed into a tight frown as she looked down at her uncooperative vaginal opening, but her face suddenly relaxed as we felt our efforts rewarded. It felt almost as though her body suddenly split open as I pressed into her vagina, her moist walls stretching wetly around me as I entered her.

Tired of waiting, both Tina and Cassandra joined us on the bed, squeezing between Sandra and the writhing mass composed of Amy and me. There was one of them on each side of me, their virginal breasts exposed with their pink, puffy nipples. Despite having almost their entire bodies to search for a distinguishing characteristic between them, I could see no apparent features to tell Tina and Cassandra apart aside from Tina's long white stockings. Between their legs, I could see the strawberry-blonde pubic hair that covered their unexplored pussies. One of the twins reached in to grab my face as she kissed me, and I soon found myself in the midst of a gloriously warm, soft tangle of writhing feminine flesh. From both sides, I could feel the twins pressing their bodies close to me. With Amy riding my cock, they couldn't get too close to my hips, but their chests, breasts, arms, legs, and faces were all tools that they seemed to be using to explore my body. The air was thick with the heady scent of femininity and the sounds of copulation, soft moans of pleasure, and heavy breathing. 

Amy was vigorously fucking me as her sisters ran their hands across my body, enjoying their introduction to sexuality and exploring the first naked man that either of them had ever seen. My hands traveled their ripe young bodies as well, but my efforts were still focused heavily on Amy for the moment.

Cassandra reached down to where Amy and I were joined, feeling the ridges of my hard cock where it was sliding in and out of her sister's sopping wet pussy. Dampening her finger with the moisture she found there, she lifted it to her mouth and tasted it, showing her braces as she smiled.

"God, Cassandra! What the fuck? You know that none of that is from him, right? That's just stuff from Amy's pussy!" exclaimed Tina.

"I don't care," Cassandra replied. "It doesn't taste bad, and if we're going to have to wait to get fucked anyway then I may as well have something to play with! Plus, think about it. We're going to have some of each other's girl-stuff up inside of us in a few minutes anyway, along with his cum."

Sandra regarded her daughter. "So, Cassie. You're horny enough that you just want to experience something sexual while you wait on him to finish with Amy, and you don't care what it is? Even if it's your own sister's pussy juice?"

"Yes!" replied Cassandra with far less hesitation than I would have expected from anyone in her situation.

"Come get up here by me on the bed. Yes, you can put your head on the pillow. Just let me take care of everything else," Sandra said. "As hard as I got to cum from having my pussy eaten earlier, I should pass the favor on to someone else!"

Amy briefly stopped moving on my cock. "Mom? Are you... Oh, my God. Mom!" Amy exclaimed as she saw Sandra's head disappear between Cassandra's legs. Amy looked down at me and smiled as she shook her head in disbelief. "Man, John. I leave for college, and the whole place goes to hell!"

I reached up and grabbed her hips. "I'm getting close, Amy!" I warned her as I pounded the length of my throbbing shaft deep into the sweltering depths of her healthy young body.

"You can cum in me," Amy breathed hotly as she undulated on top of me. "I'm on the pill, and I love the feeling of cum inside of me."

"God, I wish I had said that!" Sandra said longingly as she pulled her face from between Cassandra's pale thighs. She fixed me with her piercing green eyes as I fucked her daughter, watching my cock disappear between Amy's legs as her hands worked between Cassandra's. Pulling one of her hands away from Cassandra's pussy, she lowered it between her legs until her virginal daughter's nectar was being blended with her own. She was lying sideways on the bed, masturbating herself with one hand and her daughter with the other. Her hungry eyes were upon me as I fucked Amy.

Amy was rocking her clitoris against my pubic bone as she humped me. "Don't cum yet. Hold it... Hold it! I'm so close..." she whispered hotly, her breath coming in heated gasps, her eyes squinted shut. "Oh my God! Oh, my... oh... OH!" she wailed as her body trembled and shook and her thighs clamped hard around my hips. My own orgasm arrived at the best possible moment, my ejaculations timed in concert with her pussy's fantastic climax in a glorious synergistic phenomenon of giving and receiving pleasure. I cried out as well, joining my voice with Amy's as my hot sperm shot deep into her receptive young body, flooding her pussy and the hollows of her uterus with my seed.

"Yes! Cum inside of her!" Sandra exclaimed as my cum flooded her daughter's wet insides. "God, yes! Give it to her! Give my daughter all of your cum! Oh, Amy! I wish I were getting to feel that squirting inside of me right now! I need to feel a man's cum in my pussy again!"

Beside Amy and I, I could feel Tina lying close to my body, her face tight with frustration and her breath soft against my face as her hands worked feverishly but unsuccessfully between her legs.

"Tina, come up here! It's your turn to let me eat your pussy," Sandra said to her daughter before turning to me. "I've got Cassandra all ready for you. Amy, want to supervise?"

Amy smiled and shook her head incredulously. "How the fuck do I supervise my sister loosing her cherry?"

"Use your imagination," Sandra replied. Tina spread her stockinged legs for her mother without being asked, and Sandra's face disappeared between them. I watched as Sandra's wet tongue traveled the virginal pink folds that peeked up from Tina's blonde pubic hair. Like most of the girls in her family, Tina seemed to have larger vaginal lips than most women, and it was incredibly sexy to see how they moved beneath the languid motions of Sandra's tongue. The teenaged girl's head relaxed back onto a pillow, her eyes closed. She was breathing through her mouth as her mother's tongue explored the tight crevasse of her innocent pussy.

I was distracted from my reverie by Cassandra clearing her throat. I looked over to see Tina's mirror image lying on the other side of the bed. The beautiful strawberry-blonde teenager was looking at me with wide, expectant eyes. She grinned widely and spread her long white legs enticingly. "I'm ready to loose my virginity if you're ready to take it," she said mildly.

I wasn't in any mood to disappoint her. I climbed over between her legs and lined my cock up with her entrance, looking at her adorable young face as the head of my penis pressed gently into the soft, yielding flesh of her vulva. Her pubic hairs tickled against my cockhead, and the flesh felt warm and soft where I touched her. I reached down and spread her lips with my hand, pressing myself into the heat and wetness inside of the teenager. Cassandra was a pretty girl. Up close, I could see that she wasn't wearing much makeup, and her scrubbed pink skin had a few small red pimples. She had beautiful, emerald green eyes which were wide with nervous excitement, and her moist red lips were pursed together as she felt me beginning to penetrate her.

Cassandra was very wet from her own juices as well as her mother's saliva, and my cock was still glistening with her sister's natural lubrication. After I parted her lips and penetrated an inch or so I could feel myself meet her hymen. I wanted to watch her face as her virginity was lost. Cassandra was nervously looking down at my cock. As she saw me watching her face, her eyes rolled up to meet mine and she smiled self-consciously. I returned her smile as I gradually applied more pressure, my cock straining against her thin membrane. Her face registered discomfort, and her smile quickly faded as she winced in pain.

"Should I..." I began to ask if she wanted me to stop, but I was immediately interrupted.

"Keep going!" she gasped.

I pressed harder. There are disadvantages to having a penis that is larger than average, and I felt a mixture of sympathy and elation that mirrored the pain and pleasure that the teenaged girl beneath me was experiencing. Cassandra's warm breath was washing against the skin of my neck, her beautiful green eyes wide. I felt the thin flesh inside of the girl beginning to tear. Her eyes closed and her breathing was heavy as her fingernails dug into the flesh of my back. As I pressed into her hot, yielding young flesh she uttered a sound that I could best describe as a high-pitched squeaking exhalation that somehow conveyed a sense of delicious surrender as I pressed into her and felt her body stretch around me.

I got perhaps two-thirds or three-quarters of my penis into her before she held up her trembling hands in a wordless gesture that indicated that I was deep enough for now. Every muscle in her body seemed to be tightly clenched, including those inside of her. Her pussy was grasping and seizing my cock inside of her with a grip that made moving myself within her depths difficult despite her copious lubrication.

"That feels amazing, but don't go any deeper," she whispered in a strained voice. Her breathing was slow, deep, and tightly controlled. Her entire body was trembling, every muscle in her straining as her entire body seemed to be contracting around me. She clutched me to her warm, soft body. I smelled her fragrant shampoo as her silken hair brushed against my face.

I stayed immobile in that position for minutes, my rock-hard cock firmly embedded within the heat and tightness of her tense young body. Cassandra let out a long, slow breath that felt warm and sweet against the skin of my neck, and I felt the muscles of her body begin to relax.

A warm, gentle breeze seemed to flow through the room, and I could feel something like soft, gentle, angelic hands caressing my sides, despite the fact that nothing visible was touching me. Suddenly, it was my turn to tense up inside of Cassandra. If this presence was Enyo, the daughter to whom Eris had given birth this morning, then what would she be doing here?

"Keep touching me like that," Cassandra whispered dreamily, "That feels amazing." Her muscles relaxed as my invisible daughter ran her hands over Cassandra's body and mine. Slowly, Cassandra began moving against me, rocking her hips against my own. The warm softness of her abdomen pressed against mine, and I became aware that I was fully sheathed inside of her tightness.

The teenager's lips sought and found my own, our kisses slow, wet, and sensual. Her moist tongue rolled wetly over my own, the surface feeling at once smooth and rough against my lips and tongue. I kissed her back, tasting her sweet mouth and feeling her braces against my lips and tongue. I pumped my manhood in and out of her, and with each thrust she uttered an adorable, squeaking cry of delighted pleasure.

I caressed her pink nipples, stroking my hands along her body in an effort to focus on anything but the immense pleasure that was building in my loins and delay my inevitable climax. I reached down to caress her clitoris as her body squirmed and undulated beneath mine. Each of her muscles seemed to be guided more by instinct, pleasure, and primitive need than by conscious effort. Her high-pitched cries of pleasure were becoming louder, longer, and closer together as she approached orgasm. My own mind was swimming in bliss, and the room seemed to be spinning around me.

As our pleasure built to a glorious crescendo, we both cried out. Her pussy clamped firmly around my cock as her back arched and her eyes fluttered shut. Deep within the tight, slippery depths of the teenager's body, I knew that it was time to let go and stop fighting the orgasm that was building within me. With a groan of sheer pleasure, I erupted within her depths. Her trembling arms crushed me against the warmth of her chest as her body milked me of spurt after spurt of sperm-rich semen that poured deep into the teenager's fertile, unprotected depths. 

I was grateful for the armband's magical power to avoid impregnating the pretty young lady as our arms held each other tightly.

"Thank you," Cassandra whispered softly in a voice that sounded almost like she was about to start crying. "Thank you so very much for what you just did! You don't know how much I've suffered in recent years. I feel like you've broken the curse, and I won't have to spend my nights writhing in an unfulfillable need to achieve something that will never happen! I wish that I could tell you how grateful I am!"

Sandra smiled and brushed the hair out of Cassandra's face. "I'm so glad that the curse of that terrible thing is over, Sweetheart. I hope that monster is gone for good. It's been hard on everyone. But now it's your sister's turn. Can you share with her?"

Cassandra smiled at her mother and nodded, and she sighed softly as I slid my cock out of her. Looking down, I could see a mixture of her cum and my own combined with smears of her virginal blood dribbling out of her freshly deflowered pussy. The sight was beautiful in a strange sort of way. She bled a lot more than my sister had the previous night, and looking down I could see that she had covered the inside of her thighs and stained the sheets beneath her.

Sandra looked at her daughter sweetly. "Don't worry about that, baby. Just lie there and enjoy the afterglow. But for now, I think we need to get him cleaned up for your sister. I won't have any of my daughters loose their virginity to a cock that looks like it's been used as a murder weapon!"

I began to get up to go to the bathroom to rinse off, but Sandra stopped me and pressed me back onto the sheets.

"Don't wash what's left of my daughter's first time down the drain!" Sandra admonished. And with that, she began kissing me and pressing me back into the bed. "There are far better ways to clean you up. And this time, I want you to cum inside of me. There's a good chance that I'm going to get pregnant, but fuck it. You look enough like my husband that, if I get pregnant, everyone will think the kid was his. I need this. And you need the blood washed off of your cock, so this is a win-win situation for both of us."

I looked down as Sandra's pussy once again spread to swallow my member into her heavenly birth canal. Her daughter's virginal blood was being returned to the womb from which she had originated. It was a strange thing to witness, but it felt incredible and was strangely sweet and touching in a perverse sort of way. After a few passes into Sandra's soaking wet pussy, there was no more blood visible on my cock. Sandra was, indeed, cleaning my penis. I smiled, wondering how many years it had been since virginal blood had been inside of that pussy. 

Sandra bounced on me, her firm tits jiggling with her movement and her long, graceful neck arched as she threw back her head in ecstatic pleasure. It was as though there were nothing in her entire universe but the infinite pleasure that she felt pulsing and throbbing between her legs. She bucked and thrashed above me until her lithe body was glistening with sweat, her auburn hair bouncing around her ecstatic face and her small breasts moving in time to her motions.

I reached up, grabbing Sandra's soft white thighs as I thrust back into her. She reached down roughly, pulling me into an upright sitting position. We were facing each other, my legs beneath her so that her ass bounced against my thighs, and her legs were wrapped around my torso as she continued riding me as she sat facing me in my lap. Her eyes were wild with passion, lust, and desperate need as she grabbed my face and pulled me into a lascivious, blistering-hot kiss. Her pelvis ground against my lap as I plumbed the depths of her glorious birth canal.

"I might never get a chance to be a mother again. Finish inside of me and try to give my daughters another sibling!" Sandra pleaded with me.

"God, Mom! What the fuck?" gasped Amy in shock. The pretty college girl was lying on the bed near her twin sisters, both of her hands moving over her vulva in a motion similar to kneading bread dough. Amy was breathing hard, masturbating while watching me engaging in the act that would likely impregnate her mother.

Sandra ground herself against me, her slippery cervix lovingly caressing the tip of my penis as she smiled and kissed me again, her soft hands traveling my back. I reached down, grabbing her ass as she bounced on me. She pushed me back onto the bed, looking into my eyes. Her sparkling green eyes were beautiful but insane with need as her sexual organs strove to coax an orgasm from her own body and life-giving sperm from mine.

She sat on me, grinding her pubic bone against my own as she rode me, her cervix crushing against my cock.

"Do it! Cum inside of her! Give me a sister!" urged Tina, who was watching from beside us. "Get Mommy pregnant, and then fuck me and take my cherry with the juices that made my sister still all over your dick!"

The teenager's unexpected outburst was more than Sandra could take. With a wild shriek that reverberated from the walls, Sandra's body clenched around mine with incredible force as she began cumming, the walls of her pussy contracting hard against my cock.

I was torn between whether to do as Sandra had asked and risk impregnating her, or to use the armband's power to not do so. I still hadn't entirely decided when the first streams of scalding-hot semen gushed from my manhood into her depths, but I decided that if Sandra wanted another child then it wasn't my place to deny her. The thought of getting her pregnant excited me even more as I continued to cum deep inside of Sandra's hot, wet, slippery pussy. Spurt after spurt of my cum poured into her body in long waves of orgasmic bliss, and she shuddered as her fertile, unprotected depths were filled with my offering. I could feel the spirit of my goddess daughter watching intently as her half-sibling was conceived, and a warm wave traveled over my body. I knew that, through some deep mystery that only a goddess could truly understand, my daughter Enyo was feeling it as I came deep inside of Sandra.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 07



"It feels good to have cum inside of you again, doesn't it?" Amy asked her mother as she moved to kiss Sandra full on the lips, even as Sandra's pussy continued to contract around my cock. Looking up, I could see my cum trickling from Amy's beautiful pussy as I continued to spurt my seed deep into her mother. Amy held Sandra's face, kissing her mother's mouth, cheek, and neck.

Sandra responded to her daughter's inquiry by crying out with sheer joy, grinding her hips against my own as her birth canal lovingly massaged my member, dragging out my orgasm for far longer than usual as she kissed me tenderly. She placed a longing, wistful kiss on my cheek as she rolled off of me. "Tina has waited for far too long already. Give her what she needs. But first, let's make certain that I've gotten you nice and clean." Giving me a wink and a wicked smile, Sandra lowered her face to my cock.

"Dear God!" I groaned as Sandra's moist red lips encircled my cock again, licking and sucking her juices from my penis. I had lost track of the number of orgasms I had enjoyed so far that day, but my penis was still unbearably hard as Sandra took it deep into her throat. Her tongue gently caressed my member as her saliva bathed my cock inside of her throat.

"Honey..." Sandra began to speak to her daughter, but Tina had already begun nudging her mother aside and climbing on top of me.

"Those juices you're trying to suck into your mouth belong in my pussy, not your throat. You owe me some of the second-hand cum that is making a baby inside of you right now." Tina said to her mother. Sandra's eyes were wide as Tina reached a hand towards the juncture of her mother's thighs. There was a wet sound as Tina inserted two fingers into the sodden depths of her Sandra's pussy and extracted some of the wet, viscous mixture of her mother's fluids and my own with a scooping motion of her fingers. Sandra and I watched in shock as, with a wicked smile, Tina inserted her moist fingers into her own pussy, finger-fucking herself until the majority of the fluids she had recovered from her mother were now inside of her. Tina leaned close to my ear. "Now I'm going to ride this big hard cock like there's no tomorrow. I've already got the juices that are going to give me a sibling inside of me as well as a tiny amount of my sister's virginal blood. Now I'm going to fuck you until you fill my insides with even more sperm," the cocky virgin whispered saucily as she slid her pussy along the length of my cock. "I popped my cherry with the handle of my hairbrush months ago while dreaming of a nice hard dick like yours. Just don't be too rough, OK?"

"Dear God, Sis!" Cassandra gasped. "We share that hairbrush!"

"I'll be gentle," I assured Tina quietly as my hands traveled over the gorgeous teenager's innocent body to caress her breasts. She moaned appreciatively as my hands cupped her tits, and then she reached down to take my cock in her hand. Her eyes met mine as she guided my throbbing member into the warm, soft, yielding folds between her legs.

I had wondered if sex with virginal twin sisters would be essentially the same as deflowering the same person twice, but Tina absolutely proved that hypothesis incorrect for me. Not only did she act differently, the inside of her body felt different as well, and I didn't think that it was entirely because of her missing hymen. As Tina rode my hard cock, my hands traveled up to the soft hair between her legs. She sighed sweetly as I moistened a finger and gently caressed her clit. Usually it's a terrible mistake to go for the clitoris so quickly, but she was already so powerfully aroused that she needed to cum, and soon.

Despite being a virgin, Tina was more like her mother in bed than she was like her twin sister. She took a few minutes to build up the confidence to begin riding my cock with wild abandon, and several times she moved too much and caused my cock to slip out of herself due to inexperience, but she fucked like a woman possessed. Her eyes were wild, and her face was reddening with exertion as beads of sweat formed on her brow. As I continued to stimulate her most sensitive parts, Tina closed her eyes and raised her face to the ceiling, stretching out her long, graceful neck as she ground her pelvis against mine.

"Oh my gosh! Oh, you have no idea how good this... oh, dear God!" she shrieked as she experienced her first climax with a man. Her muscular vaginal walls constricted wetly around my hard member in a series of delicious rhythmic contractions as she sang a rapturous high-pitched wail of victory to the ceiling.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, she looked at me with wild eyes, slapping her abdomen against mine as she slammed her pelvis into me. I had never heard of a virgin that had wanted to be fucked so hard before. "Fuck me like you mean it. Split me open with my first cock. Let me know damned well my virginity is gone!" she growled. 

Beside us, Amy was pushing Sandra back onto the bed. "I like that idea of Tina getting cum from your pussy inside of her. I think we should share, too." Sandra responded by pulling Amy into a deep kiss, their tongues writhing as Amy moved on top of her mother. Their hands traveled with tender passion along each other's bodies as they ground their sodden pussies together, the fluids from each of them mingling wetly.

"That hot cum flowing out of you feels so good!" Sandra whispered to her daughter. "Scissor me, Amy! Turn away and..."

Before Sandra could finish, Amy planted a last wet kiss on her mother's mouth before turning away to grind her cum-filled pussy against her mother's recently-inseminated vulva in a classic scissoring position. Their long vaginal lips lent a sexy, almost penetrative aspect to the act. Their semen-filled pussies made deliciously wet noises as the two beautiful women bucked and writhed together in unspeakable bliss. 

I pushed Tina off of me, and she gave me an angry look until she realized that I was maneuvering her into position to be fucked doggy-style. As I began pressing myself back into her heat and wetness from behind, she turned to give me a satisfied smile.

Cassandra moved to caress Tina's pussy as I fucked the teenager. "How does it feel to not be a virgin anymore?" Cassandra asked with a smile as her fingers moved over her sister's pussy.

"God! It feels fucking amazing!" Tina sighed as her identical twin sister's hand began lovingly stimulating her pussy. I slapped into the teenager's tender ass cheeks from behind, my cock driving deep into Tina's tight depths and the head of my penis bumping against her cervix.

"Mom, this feels amazing," gasped Amy as she bucked against Sandra's pussy. Their nether regions were slick and wet as they rubbed them vigorously together. "But what I really need is to get my pussy eaten."

Rather than respond, Sandra sat up and pushed Amy back onto the bed and then turned around to position herself for a 69. "I'll eat the cum out of your pussy if you eat the cum out of mine."

"Oh, fuck yes!" Amy responded enthusiastically.

Sandra held her own pussy over her daughter's face, giving Amy a beautiful view. A tendril of cum dripped from Sandra, and Amy smiled as she caught it in her mouth.

"You see that pussy, sweetheart?" Sandra asked her daughter tenderly. "That's where you came from. While you're eating me out, remember that this is the hole from which you were born. You're returning to your mother in a way that few daughters ever do," she mused before lowering her mouth to the juncture of Amy's legs.

Amy moaned in pleasure as Sandra's tongue invaded her tight pussy. She reached up, spreading her mother's vulva to reveal the beautiful pink tunnel behind Sandra's labia. She breathed in deeply, inhaling her mother's scent appreciatively and rubbing her face lovingly against her mother's shaven, sopping-wet pussy. Sandra moaned into Amy's wet mound as Amy inserted her tongue into her mother's sweet birth canal.

Meanwhile, Cassandra rubbed her twin sister Tina's vulva as I fucked the teenager from behind. Tina was meeting my thrusts with her own movements, our genitals merging in a frantic union of thrusting, slapping, wet flesh.

"Keep fucking me! Oh, God, I'm close! Oh, keep it up!" moaned Tina as I speared into her and Cassandra's fingers worked their magic on her sister. We were both very close to climax. Tina's pussy was gradually becoming wetter and wetter as I fucked her, the the slippery sounds of our fucking filling the room as I filled the teen with my hard cock.

I pulled hard against the bony protuberances of Tina's hips as I speared vigorously into her depths, the tip of my cock grinding against the opening into the girl's virginal womb as I erupted inside of her. As, for the first time, Tina felt her insides filled with a man's sperm, her pussy clenched hard around my cock and she let out a moan of indescribably ecstasy. The pulsing of my cock within her as I bathed her womb with my semen coincided with her pussy's convulsive efforts to milk me of every drop of cum I could produce.

Beside us, Amy and Sandra were moaning into each other's muffs, each of them licking and sucking my sperm from their own next-of-kin. Amy was the first to cum, her moan rising into a sound that was somewhere between a high-pitched hum and an ecstatic shriek that was muffled by Sandra's pussy. Sandra followed suit almost immediately after her daughter's orgasm began to fade, raising her head from Amy's red, engorged pussy and crying out in pleasure.

Exhausted, Tina allowed her body to slip forward, but she kept me inside of her. Cassandra laughed as she wiggled her hand out from under her sister. I lay on top of Tina, her soft butt-cheeks pressing against my lower abdomen as my softening penis still prevented the egress of my cum from her newly deflowered pussy.

We looked like a group of people had simply collapsed while playing a game of naked Twister, our arms and legs intertwined and our bodies tangled together comfortably. Sandra's hand was resting on her tummy, directly over her newly fertilized womb. She was clearly already thinking of the implications of what we had done, and she was smiling. The gentle breathing of everyone in the room and the lazy, sleep-inducing smell of sex lulled me into a half-sleep.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced," Sandra finally breathed quietly.

The ladies cuddled into a pile around me and began drifting off to sleep. It was delightful to be on the comfortable bed surrounded by four beautiful naked women, but I had work to do. I stood and stretched. Two of the girls glanced at me, but nobody objected when I stood and donned my clothing. I attempted to subtly palm the perfume bottle as I walked out of the room.

Picking up the perfume bottle, I immediately noticed that it was far heavier than it should have been, and to my horror, it slipped out of my hand as I tried to pick it up. Anyone that has ever picked up a jar full of mercury knows the feeling of judging an object's approximate weight based upon it's size and appearance, and vastly misjudging the weight. Despite being scarcely larger than a golf-ball with a stem, it had to weigh several pounds, and I tried desperately but ineffectively to catch the bottle before it hit the floor.

My heart stopped as the bottle bounced once, twice, and then rolled for a moment. The perfume bottles that I was familiar with from Middle Eastern bazaars were made of delicate, eggshell-thin glass. They would have most certainly shattered. This one wasn't even chipped, and the stopper was still firmly in place. 

As I picked up the bottle, I felt it vibrating furiously beneath my hand. Whatever was inside there burned with rage, and a nauseating, foul aura of pure evil seemed to emanate from the bottle. Fully dressed and ready for battle, I strode purposefully from the house. I knew where I wanted to deal with these demons. They would be dealt with in the same barn where they had driven the man of the house to kill himself.



Paranormal Research Club Ch. 08



This chapter is largely devoted to the protagonist having sex with multiple female demons. Please remember that this chapter is Erotic Horror, and not intended for the squeamish or faint-of-heart. While there isn't actual incest occurring in this chapter, don't be shocked if you see references to it. There is some graphic violence towards the end, and there is a demon that threatens to violently assault a woman. You have been duly warned. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved, and thank you for reading my work. You, dear reader, are the reason why I write. 

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I walked out to the barn, carefully clutching the heavy glass perfume bottle in both hands. I was grateful that it hadn't broken inside the house near the ladies, and I didn't want to risk allowing it to break before I was ready to properly deal with the succubi that it contained. I ducked beneath the flapping strand of plastic yellow police tape and pushed the rotting wooden barn door open. The hinges were rusted and stiff, and they groaned ominously as the door slowly creaked open. I had the odd feeling that the sad old barn itself wished to deny me entry and be left alone with its tragic memories. 

I entered into the large, dimly-lit space within the barn. There should have been plenty of ventilation blowing through the gaps in the decaying walls, but the air felt heavy, musty, and unwholesome. Everything about this decrepit old barn made me feel unwelcome. I peered into the dark corners where the light faded to reveal nothing but shadows and vague, indistinct shapes. A chill ran down my spine as I carefully scanned my surroundings.

I didn't sense Enyo's presence, which was good. I looked forward to getting to know the daughter that I had been forced to father the previous night, but her companionship here at this moment would serve to do nothing but complicate an already very dangerous situation. If I already had to single-handedly deal with four succubi in order to revive Dionysus, then it wouldn't be difficult at all for a goddess who wished to thwart my plans to do any number of things that could cause me trouble. And if Enyo did not know what my plans were, then I didn't want her getting involved and getting hurt. I chalked the absence of Enyo's presence to some enchantment or scheme on the part of Ishtar, and hoped that I could deal with the demons before Enyo found me and figured out what was occurring.

I moved a pile of rusted antique tools from a section of a stained, splintered workbench, and began removing my clothes. I folded them neatly into a pile on the battered antique wood, ensuring that my pants were on top in case I needed to access anything in the pockets. I felt increasingly vulnerable as I removed layer after layer of my clothing. I stood naked in the center of the room and began stretching my muscles out of old habit, as though expecting an exercise session or a martial-arts match.

I looked down at the bottle in my hand. The polished glass reflected the dusty beams of light that filtered through the cracks in the rotten walls. Beneath the glass, the dark contents writhed and swirled angrily. Something flesh-colored pressed against the glass from within. The succubi wanted out. I took a deep breath, and wondered if it was appropriate for me to pray for my safety. I remembered what Skagematuck had told me about the prayers of Erin, Rachelle, and Cherise, and I hoped that they were remembering me now. I decided that a brief prayer wouldn't hurt, and dedicated a moment to the task. If nothing else, it would help to clear and focus my mind on the task at hand.

I hefted the bottle, still surprised at how heavy it was. I tossed it into the air, and caught it. I smiled, watching the seething inky vapors swirl furiously against the glass. The demons didn't appear to enjoy having the bottle that contained them tossed about. Considering what they had done to the family that lived at this house, it was difficult for me to feel too sorry for them. I raised the bottle over my head, and then slammed it down hard against the dirt floor.

The bottle did not simply break. It literally exploded with a sound like a firecracker, releasing a churning cloud of noxious-looking black smoke that quickly filled the large barn with an impenetrable, swirling darkness. The vapors resembled the smoke from a pile of burning tires in appearance, but the smell was something different entirely. My cock was rock-hard even before I consciously recognized the delightful smell of sex that filled the air. I breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of glorious, enticing, fertile feminine sexuality as the dark clouds rubbed against my nude body in an increasingly physical manner. The air was slowly clearing as I felt lips against my chest and hot breath against my penis. My hand brushed soft feminine buttocks. 

The air was now clear enough for me to see around myself, and my breath caught in my chest as I saw the four impossibly beautiful figures that surrounded me. I knew that demons have no bodies in a truly physical sense of the term, and that what seemed to be physical bodies could only be a mockery of matter and mass. Even so, what manifested in front of me seemed every bit as real as anything that I had ever beheld in my life. 

The succubi looked like obscene primeval archetypes of ancient, powerful, and unrestrained raw female sexuality that was frightening in its intensity, but which irresistibly attracted me to them. I now understood why the Aztecs had mistaken one of these creatures for a goddess. The bodies of the succubi appeared to have been perfectly designed for the purposes of seduction and the raw, carnal act of sex. Their shapely legs led up to broad hips and glorious asses, flat tummies and large breasts with prominent nipples. Every curve of their bodies was constructed perfectly for the purpose of luring and ensnaring their prey, driving any man insane with uncontrollable lust.

My eyes traveled their bodies, which were disturbing in their sheer perfection. Any normal, live woman will have some sort of imperfection in her body, and it's part of what makes her human. Somewhere, she will have a pimple, a mole, or a birthmark, a scar, or some cellulite. These women -or hellish mockeries of women, I reminded myself- did not even have a single wrinkle or goosebump on their flesh between the four of them. It was as though I were beholding living images that some demonic artist had airbrushed for the cover of a magazine. Their legs were exquisitely long and shapely, their eyes and breasts too sublimely shaped and flawless to be credible. I have heard that demons frequently display some sort of physical deformity to reflect their spiritual depravity. In these women, their impossibly exaggerated beauty could almost have qualified.

Two women were standing on either side of me, their soft hands holding me in place with the gentleness of a predator that has no fear that her prey will resist or flee. One of the two women was a sublimely curvaceous beauty with dusky skin, luxurious black hair, and beautiful dark eyes that spoke of Latin American ancestry. To her side was an adorable, petite, fresh-faced young blonde girl in her teens. She was short, slender, and athletic-looking. Her flawless skin and youthful green eyes made her look deceptively pure and innocent in spite of what I knew her to be. Although it was less visible on the Hispanic woman to my left, both of the girls had skin that was hot and slightly pinkish, as though they had just finished a very long, extremely hot bath. I deduced that these two women were the mortals that had been enslaved by Tlazlteotl and Queen Eisheth.

Before me stood a regal model of female perfection that could only have been Eisheth Zenunim, one of the beautiful and terrible Queens of Hell. Her ethereal grace and comeliness were breathtaking, and her image will forever be burned into my mind to fill my fantasies with wicked, sinful lust. She embodied the very concept of the sexy older woman, whose experienced and maternal body's raw sexuality and deceptively soft curves could overwhelm the common sense of any man. 

"Relax, mortal," spoke Queen Eisheth Zenunim with a lewd smile, her voice hypnotic and soothing. Her dazzling, crystalline blue eyes fixed upon mine, drawing me into them. I felt as though I were staring into an immeasurably deep pool of cold, sapphire-blue water. "I won't do anything to you that you don't want me to do. I promise." 

I doubted that Queen Eisheth had ever encountered any man who had not willingly given her anything that she had asked of him. Her long, glistening, platinum-colored hair flowed from beneath a gleaming golden diadem set with brilliantly sparkling fire-opals. Her face was splendidly ageless, neither young nor old, but endowed with a cold beauty that drew me helplessly to her like a moth to a flame. Her long, amber-colored robe was so sheer that it did nothing to hide her flawlessly voluptuous body as it flowed down over the fleshy mounds of her elegant breasts with their clearly visible nipples, and downward over her wide hips and round ass. She smiled sweetly, her wicked eyes gleaming with delight and anticipation. She stepped towards me and paused, looking into my eyes. A chill ran down my spine. 

"Tlazlteotl?" Queen Eisheth said in a quizzical tone to a figure that was standing behind me.

"I can't read his mind either, your highness," the Aztec goddess of sexual sin replied. 

I glanced over my shoulder at the Aztec goddess. Tlazlteotl had the beautiful dusky skin and long, glossy black hair of her warm homeland, dark eyes that glittered with seductive malevolence, and a wickedly alluring smile. She was nude aside from gleaming, intricately wrought golden ornaments, some of which pierced her dark nipples and her engorged clitoris. Her wide, womanly hips and the swells of her gorgeous ass swayed as she walked over to stand close to me, just within my personal space.

"Interesting," mused the platinum-haired succubus. "My name is Eisheth Zenunim, Queen of Whoredom, eldest and mightiest of the succubi, and one of the four glorious Queens of Hell. I must confess that I haven't met a mortal whose mind I couldn't read since the days when King Solomon himself was my plaything. He was one of the very few mortals that have ever indulged in the pleasures of my body and lived to tell the tale. Night after night I drank of his great soul until I was satisfied. He was a man with seven-hundred royal wives and three hundred concubines- a thousand women standing ready to pleasure him in any way he wished at any moment of the day or night! Still, he neglected them all as night after night he welcomed me back to his royal bedchamber, his body burning with dreadful need even as he grew more feeble by the day. He forced his greatest craftsmen to create golden idols in my honor, works of perfect craftsmanship such as the world had never seen previously or since. I remember the horror of the old priests when Solomon commanded his subjects to burn incense before my idols and hold glorious royal orgies in my name." Queen Eisheth chucked softly and smiled at her fond memories of corrupting the long-dead monarch.

"Like King Solomon, your mind is very much a closed book to me and I can sense a great deal of spiritual energy within you, but can tell very little about it. I cannot even say for certain whether I am sensing four souls within you, or perhaps five and maybe even vestiges of a sixth! I could almost swear that I can detect traces of at least one deity's essence flowing in your blood. You brought holy water and a blessed rosary with you, but you aren't ready to use them, and you are most certainly not a priest of the Abrahamic God. Trust me, I would be able to tell. The fact that you have removed your clothing before we arrived tells me that you know who we are, and have already agreed to give us what we want. That's actually a bit of a pity; seducing my prey is my favorite part of the hunt. I love watching faithful husbands struggle to be true to their beloved wives and their wedding vows, and holy priests begging their God for the strength to resist me. It makes the inevitable moment when they surrender to their lust and give themselves to me for eternity all the sweeter." 

The succubus looked at me, smiling and tilting her head with a proud gesture that displayed the graceful curves of her slender neck. "Would you mind telling me who you are?" Her voice was friendly, natural, and conversational. But her sparkling blue eyes were as cold as distant stars. She smiled as she walked towards me, her shapely legs carrying her lovely body closer. "I won't take anything from you that you don't give me freely. But by the time we are done with you, you will be ready to give me anything I ask. You will beg me for the privilege of forever being my slave. I can promise you that." She smiled arrogantly, but there was a fearful frankness to her words, and I knew with terrible certainty that she was basing them upon many centuries of experience.

"My name is John," I answered, accepting the goddess' friendly handshake. Eisheth's hand felt warm and soft as it pressed against my own, and it was difficult to believe that this was not real flesh. It was a mockery of flesh, an illusion. I was feeling an illusion of skin, stretched over counterfeit flesh that was nothing but the deceptive projection of a soulless, incorporeal abomination that lacked any true physical form. Even knowing what I did about the succubus, I fought a strong urge to tell her more about myself as her cold blue eyes met mine. I smiled and closed my lips, hoping that I was giving nothing away in my eyes. She stared at me for a long moment. Her efforts to read my mind and her frustration at not being able to do so were clearly evident. Ishtar had done her job well.

Eisheth smiled at me. "Thank you, John. I have always felt that there is great power in a name. The ladies beside you are Kaitlyn, who was a mortal such as yourself up until two decades ago, and Maria, who has been Tlazlteotl's servant for about a century. Thank you for freeing us from the bottle. A meddling goddess put us there as a childish prank intended to interfere with a fun little project that these ladies and I were working on. As a result, there are two priests that missed out on the most amazing sexual experience they would have ever gotten to enjoy. Well, young man, the priests' loss is your gain. I would like to thank you for your help in the way that I know best." 

The lovely succubus reached for her throat, where a beautiful, intricately crafted golden pin set with a brilliant fire-opal cabochon held her sheer amber-colored robe in place. I watched, spellbound, as she unclasped the golden pin. With a sultry smile, Eisheth opened her robe and let it slide softly to the dusty barn floor. The sheer silken fabric made a whispering noise as it slid gracefully from her body to pool at her feet, and my heart pounded in my chest as I saw her ample breasts revealed, and then the folds of her exquisite vulva. Her creamy breasts were magnificent, with proud, perfectly sized nipples. Her flawless stomach that was flat enough to be attractive, and yet soft enough to look feminine and sensual. Her hips were wide, leading down to long, flawlessly shaped legs. Between Eisheth's beautiful thighs, her vulva was adorned with tasteful, neatly-trimmed wisps of soft, platinum-colored pubic hair that did nothing to hide the alluring charms of her womanly cleft. Queen Eisheth was not merely desirable. She was irresistible.

The demon-queen smiled at my obvious appreciation of her body as she bent over, perhaps as much to show off her unspeakably perfect ass as to adjust the robe on the floor. "Begin your work, servants," she casually ordered the other three, "but remember that I shall feed first." I watched her perfect butt as she turned to walk a few steps away. She surprised me by turning and looking over her shoulder. "Do you like my ass?" she asked. "If you're good and don't try to resist us, I can let you have me in whatever orifices you want. It's all the same to me. Every part of my body was designed with but one purpose in mind. And that one purpose is something that you will, no doubt, enjoy immensely."

Tlazlteotl and the two young succubi moved gracefully towards me. Both of the pretty young slaves regarded me with hunger, but also eyes that reflected pity and remorse. They believed that they were about to participate in an act that would doom me forever, even as it had doomed countless men before me. They had no way of knowing how differently things would go from the way that the elder demonesses had planned, and that sympathy in their eyes told me with absolute certainty that not only had they both once been human, but at least some of their humanity remained within them. 

Tlazlteotl's dark eyes locked onto mine, and she moved her beautiful face close to my own. "Eisheth is going to let us get you prepared for her," Tlazlteotl whispered in my ear. She gently trailed a knife-like point of a fingernail down my neck and across my chest. With a cold smile that revealed rows of perfect, white teeth, she wordlessly gestured to two other succubi that were holding me.

The two girls to my side stared at me with wide, frightened eyes, as though silently pleading with me to run. The look of despair in pretty young Kaitlyn's face quickly disappeared beneath a stern glare from Eisheth. Maria's fear for my safety and perhaps even horror at her own existence were clearly written on her features, and Tlazlteotl gloated over her as though she delighted in her slave's fear and loathing over what she had become. Glistening moisture was already appearing at the juncture of Tlazlteotl's thighs in anticipation of the wicked act that was to come. 

"Prepare him, but don't you dare to feed before we do," the wicked Aztec demon-goddess said to the two younger succubi. Her voice was sweet, resonant, and mesmerizing. "You two can do the work of getting him properly aroused, and then wait to see if Eisheth and I feel like sharing him with you later."

Tlazlteotl's beautiful young slave regarded me with dark, soulful eyes as though wordlessly begging my forgiveness for what she was about to do. Maria pressed her soft lips gently against my neck, her tongue tracing delicately against my skin. Her beautiful brown eyes silently pleaded with me to run and save myself. She didn't want to be part of killing and condemning me, no matter how pleasurable I might find the experience. She didn't know what I knew about my magical armband.

"It will be fine," I whispered as I cupped her dainty chin in my hand and kissed her softly on the lips. It had been years since I had regularly practiced my Spanish with anyone, and I hoped that I made sense when I whispered, "Todo va a estar bien," in the most soothing tone that I could muster. I hoped that hearing words spoken in her own tongue would bring her some semblance of peace. As my saliva met and mingled with hers, an almost electrical jolt of raw lust pulsed through my veins. Something within her saliva was drowning out my ability to reason and think rationally, overwhelming my higher brain with the sheer force of some impossibly potent magical aphrodisiac.

As I kissed the beautiful young woman, she pressed me backwards into a dusty old chair that had apparently been gathering cobwebs in the barn for many years. Maria slid in front of me and moved to sit in my lap, facing away from me but looking back over her shoulder. Her long, glossy, black hair felt soft as it caressed my pectoral muscles and stomach. She reached downward and beneath herself until her delicate hand gently circled my cock, stroking my already rigid member into impossible hardness as she lowered her pelvis towards my lap. She stoked my cock with her hand, while rubbing my glans against her dripping-wet pussy. I could almost enter her, but she didn't let me. She had superhuman control over her body, moving rhythmically and smoothly as she ground her pussy and ass against my manhood.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 08



The beautiful, dusky-skinned succubus smiled over her shoulder at my arousal. Her smoky eyes melted my heart with their beauty, drawing me into them and filling me with the irresistible need to give myself to her. She was watching me, enjoying my reaction as she ground the delicious folds of her vulva and the warm, smooth mounds of her gorgeous ass against my cock. It felt amazing. She raised her hips to rub the length of her warm, moist slit against my penis, driving me wild with desire. Her fluids began to seep from her perfect body, coating my cock with wetness. As the enchanted aphrodisiac of the succubus' fluids began to soak into the taut skin of my engorged manhood, I felt a burning lust flood through my veins so powerfully that I feared it would drive me mad if I did not find relief soon. 

Maria smiled mockingly at me, her own lust overcoming her regret in being part of the act that she was certain would cause my death and eternal damnation. She teased me, placing the head of my cock against the pliable, dripping-wet flesh of her pussy. I was right against the opening into her depths. I had little difficulty understanding how a man could give himself to one of these demons, even knowing that he would be forced to pay for the act forever.

Tlazlteotl and Eisheth stared with lust-filled approval at the slave and I as the beautiful young woman skillfully used the head of my cock to masturbate herself while denying me entry into her warm tunnel. The air was thick with the sweet aroma of aroused feminine sex. I suspected that the succubi were enjoying my sexual frustration immensely. I amused myself with the thought that they might have considered this to be their equivalent to dinner and a show.

"Your highness," Tlazlteotl breathed huskily to Eisheth, "May the slaves and I feed, and then give you the rest of him?"

Eisheth considered the subordinate demon's request for a long moment, and then smiled. "It is written, 'Gird thyself and serve me, till I have eaten and drunken, and afterward thou shalt eat and drink.'" I recognized her words as a perversely out-of-context quote from Luke 17:8. It was at once blasphemous, obscene, and erotic to see the demonic queen's full lips moving as she quoted an English translation of words that had once been uttered by Jesus Christ himself.

"But your highness," the Aztec goddess pleaded, "there is never anything left of a mortal when you are done feeding."

"It is written, 'Servants, obey your masters in all things according to the flesh, not with eyeservice, as menpleasers, but in singleness of heart,'" Eisheth said with sadistic pleasure to her subordinate. I noticed that her quote of Colossians 3:22 left out any reference to God. The demon queen smiled coldly at Tlazlteotl before offering a reassuring, "I have a feeling that this one will be very different than most. I haven't met a mortal in thousands of years whose mind I could not read, but I can tell that there is sufficient spiritual energy within him for all of us to feast, and perhaps even have some left over for later. But I still want to feed first. I love the look on a mortal's face when his cock is first bathed within the depths of a Queen of Hell, and they feel all the pleasure that I have to offer them even while damning their souls for eternity. Few mortals have ever experienced anything to prepare them for such pleasure as I have to offer, and it is even more exquisite if he or she has had not already fully experienced lesser succubi."

The Demon Queen Eisheth turned her attention away from the other succubi and smiled cruelly at me. "Are you enjoying what the slave is doing to you, or is the frustration too much? Don't worry, you will have me soon," she said with mock-compassion. She moved closer to me as the exotic, dusky-skinned young woman in my lap moaned with sexual need, rubbing my cock-head frantically across her delicate pink clitoris.

My eyes wandered over Eisheth's breasts with their luscious, full nipples, and wandered down her abdomen. For a few moments, I almost laughed as I wondered why a demon would have a belly-button. But then my gaze traveled downward to the juncture of her smooth thighs, and my heart caught in my throat as I realized that I would soon get to be inside of that unspeakably beautiful pussy. She gave me a cruel grin. "We will do nothing to you that you don't want. I've always fancied that a mortal's life force tastes better if he or she offers themselves willingly. At least, I enjoy it more," she whispered.

Tlazlteotl moved towards us, lifting her slave from my lap and then lowering her mouth to my cock. Being careful not to allow my penis to penetrate her mouth, the cruel Aztec goddess of sexual sin ran her moist pink tongue around the tip of my manhood and along the sides of it, letting her warm lips caress my length. I groaned with pleasure.

"I can taste you on him," Tlazlteotl said to the dusky young woman beside her. "A few more seconds, and you would have taken him inside of your pussy, wouldn't you? Even knowing what it would have cost you, you would have fucked him. I can taste your desire smeared along his cock. You will be punished later," she said to her slave. 

Tlazlteotl extended a hand to me and helped me out of the chair before leading me to her master's robe, which lay spread upon the floor. She pulled me close to her, kissing me gently along the neck as her arms enveloped me with their warmth and softness. With an effortless ease that hinted at a terrible strength within the demon-goddess' arms, she lifted me from my feet and gently lay me down upon the shimmering cloth of the robe. She pressed me into the soft, silken robe as she climbed on top of me. The gold ornaments that pierced her nipples and clitoris brushed against me as she kissed me hotly on the mouth. As my senses were flooded with the potent sexual energy of the succubus' kiss, I could hear Tlazlteotl's voice like an echo within my own mind.

"Don't give yourself completely to Eisheth. Take care to ensure that you save some of yourself to spend inside of me! Give me your cum, and ownership of your soul, and I will give you an eternity of sexual pleasure too wicked and depraved for your mortal mind to comprehend it! The girl you were kissing? She is only one of many beautiful slaves that I will share with you for the rest of eternity, and I will let you use them all in ways that your mind could not currently imagine! Join them, and join me!" The telepathic whisper at once attracted and sickened me, and I was horrified that there was part of me that could find her offer attractive. Tlazlteotl was awakening parts of myself that I did not even know that I possessed, and it frightened and repulsed me.

"What are you doing?" asked Eisheth's cold voice.

"Preparing him for you, your highness," came Tlazlteotl's uncharacteristically mild reply.

"Lies," hissed Eisheth. I did not know whether Eisheth could somehow sense Tlazlteotl's telepathic communication to me, or if she merely guessed that it was occurring. "Move away from him. My own slave would not dare betray me. Kaitlyn! Finish preparing him for me. Drive him mad with lust! I want this one to be special. Tlazlteotl and Maria, I want you to watch. Play with yourselves, but know that you will only be satisfied if he survives both me and my slave." The succubus-queen smiled sadistically at her underlings as her pretty blonde slave moved towards me.

The delicate, innocent-looking blonde teenager moved hesitantly towards me. Her sparkling green eyes drew me in and mesmerized me with irresistible allure, her petite, fair young body all sweetness and innocent beauty. Slowly and languidly, she lay her beautiful young body down beside me, her hand lazily stroking my member as she moved to kiss me. Her tongue brushed my lips, and the pink nipples of her pale, soft breasts pressed warmly against me. She reached between her legs, her hand caressing her delicate slit as she gasped sweetly in pleasure. She slowly inserted two fingers into herself, pulling them out slick with her juices. She spread her fingers, and I looked longingly at the clear tendril of her glorious vaginal lubrication that spread between her fingers. I lowered my mouth to her fingers, and she smiled as I tasted her ambrosial juices. The taste of her pussy was like a jolt of pure lust to my brain.

She kissed me sweetly as she returned her hand between her legs, moistening her fingers with her natural lubrication as she slowly masturbated, so close that I could feel the movements of her slender arm and hand against me. She sighed and kissed me gently as she pulled her moist hand from between her soft thighs. I gasped in pleasure as I felt her circle her warm, soft hand, which was now moist with the sweet juices from her pussy, wrap around my manhood. Her lubricated hand stroked my thick cock with remarkable skill, bringing me close to cumming. She knew how to arouse me with barely even a touch, bringing me higher and higher, and the knowledge that the pussy juices of this beautiful creature were mingling with my own pre-cum somehow brought me even more pleasure. She smiled, knowing that she was doing her job well as she threw a light, slender leg across my hips. 

She moved lower, letting the opening of her pussy delicately kiss the tip of my cock, but refusing me entry. I was almost inside of her, and even this merest of contact flooded my senses with electrical bliss that radiated throughout my entire body. Her lithe, soft young body seemed to weigh nothing, and her skin felt incredible against me. She pushed my cock against my abdomen, and then began deliberately sliding her slippery pussy up and down against the underside of my member. I could see the delicate pink petals of her labia parting smoothly and wetly to kiss the sides of my cock, her warm vulva massaging the length of my manhood and pausing to almost catch the tip of my cock inside of her. Each time she almost, but never quite, granted me the penetration I needed. Even so, I was practically fucking the beautiful teenager. Her slippery fluids seeped out to coat my manhood, but she wouldn't let me cum. She could instinctively tell when I was getting close, and she would stop moving until the blissful release of orgasm slipped from my grasp. Each time that I approached the peak of ecstasy, she brought me closer.

"Do you like how my sweet little pussy feels up against you?" she asked in a hot, husky whisper. The question was purely rhetorical. Her sweet, melodious voice filled my mind with wanton thoughts as her soft breath brushed my ear. "I can't tell you how badly I want to let you fuck me right now. I want you to take me, pound yourself into me, and make me yours even while you give yourself to me entirely. I want you to be rough with me. I want to suck your dick and swallow your cum. I want to let you pound into my pussy, claiming me over and over again and filling me with your seed. I want you to take my tender little asshole. Hard." Her dazzling green eyes met mine, and a wanton smile crossed her lips as she rubbed her sodden pussy against my cock, massaging her clitoris with my glans. "I want you to fuck my ass hard and make me scream. I want you to pound into me, make me yours and fill my guts with your cum. I want you to take me in every way that a man could possibly take a woman." Her green eyes gleamed mischievously as she spoke, her innocent young face making her words seem even more obscene. She was offering herself to me, but it was mutually understood that I would ultimately be the one that would be claimed by her should I take her up on her lewd offer. I smiled back at her, knowing something that she didn't.

The angelic young succubus took my face between her delicate hands, and planted a chaste kiss on my lips before smiling at me sadly. "But if you want me, you're going to have to wait until my master is done with you, and that means that you're going to have to survive something that few men can endure," she breathed, her large green eyes meeting my own as she rubbed her warm, slick pussy along the length of my manhood, almost catching the tip of my penis inside of herself, but not quite. She rubbed the delicate, slippery pink lips of her sweet pussy up along the length of my cock until I could hardly stand it, pausing to catch the tip of my penis directly against her tight, moist opening. Her sweet green eyes sparkled mischievously. "I would hate to miss the chance to fuck you. You know, I could slide you inside of myself right now..." she breathed. I was so close to her opening that, if the tip of my cock wasn't actually inside of her pussy, then it was only through the merest of technicalities. It felt as though the head of my penis was encased in heat and moisture. She giggled as she moved her hips, so that she popped my painfully hard penis out against her slit. "Or not," she said brightly as I trembled and groaned in frustration. 

Eisheth moved towards her young servant, peering down into my eyes. "I don't have to be able to read your mind to know what you're thinking, and I believe that I'm going to enjoy this," she said with obvious relish. She patted Kaitlyn gently on the shoulder. 

They young blonde kissed me lightly on the lips as she slid her soft, slender body from off of me, ensuring that I felt all of the best parts as she climbed off of me. "Later," she whispered seductively.

I looked up at Eisheth. The demon queen stood above me, her legs slightly parted, proud and confident in her beauty to the point of arrogance as she looked down at me. Her cold blue eyes were fixed upon my own. I looked between her legs, my eyes seeking out the luxurious, enticing folds of her comely pussy. She lowered herself above me, kissing me on the lips. As her moist tongue caressed my lips, I was overwhelmed by the aphrodisiac qualities of her kiss as her arms enveloped me. I kissed her in a frenzy of lust, my hands traveling her smooth back and the soft mounds of the ass that I was certain that I would be fucking soon. I thrust my hips upward, and was rewarded as my cock brushed her soft pubic hair.

"Not yet," she whispered with a bewitching smile. She kissed my neck in a manner that I had never been kissed before, her lips moving with slow seduction as her magical kiss boiled my blood within my veins with lust and desperate need. She kissed lower, teasing me wickedly as she sucked and nipped at my nipples, her hand reaching downward and stroking my hardness. I could have cum immediately, but I suffered painfully as I fought to contain my orgasm. I had to cum inside of her. She knew precisely how strong my willpower was, and she smiled sadistically as she kissed further down my body, the fleshy mounds of her large, round breasts stroking my cock between them. I groaned with pleasure as she squeezed her breasts together to encase my manhood within their warmth and softness. I was so close to cumming that I thought that I could get no closer to the edge of that cliff without plummeting into an abyss of pleasure. I was wrong.

She smiled seductively, her clear blue eyes locked on my own as her tongue swirled around my painfully erect penis. I was taken entirely by surprise when, without warning, she slid her mouth down over my manhood, effortlessly taking my full length deep into her throat in a manner that no mortal woman had ever done for me before or since. Frankly, one of the drawbacks of having a larger than average penis is the fact that it is difficult for the average woman to provide a satisfactory blowjob, but the succubus-queen was certainly not the average woman. I felt certain that I would find release within the warm depths of her throat as she licked and sucked my length, moaning as she slid her moist tongue over the head of my cock to taste my pre-cum before impaling her face upon my manhood again and again. I climbed higher and higher towards the ecstatic point of no return as the demon-queen deep throated me, sucking my cock with pulsing wet undulations of her tongue and throat that were entirely beyond the capacity of any human being to replicate.

Just before I was certain to erupt deep within her throat, she abruptly stopped, sliding my member out of her mouth. I almost came anyway, and delaying my release required effort that strained at my sanity. I needed to cum. "Please," I whispered, "Quit teasing me and let me fuck you!"

She smiled triumphantly as she moved above me and kissed my lips. "I can't read your mind, mortal, but I can taste your dick. You've been deflowering virgins with that cock. And I can taste incest on you, too. You have been fucking your own family, and not even using a condom, you filthy young man. And, you've been getting someone- no, more than one woman, pregnant just within the last few hours! You're going to fit in just fine with my servants, a real prize for me to add to my collection! I'm going to have fun with you, mortal. I actually don't think that you'll mind spending an eternity with me, even if it is in Hell." Her eyes sparkled with something approaching wicked, lewd joy as her vaginal lips kissed the tip of my cock. She lowered her pelvis just enough to envelop the tip of my manhood in warm, moist bliss inside of her.

Eisheth's cold blue eyes gazed hungrily into my own. "So you agree to fuck me, of your own free will? No matter what the consequences might be of what we are about to do, we both agree to them?" Her triumphant tone revealed that she had little doubt of what my answer would be.

"Yes!" I said emphatically. I couldn't take much more of this, but it amused me that she had agreed to whatever consequences might come of our coupling. She certainly wasn't counting on having her spiritual energy stolen to revive Acratophorus, but as far as I was concerned she had just agreed to it. 

I reached up to grab Eisheth's ample hips, even as she impaled herself upon me in a single movement. She was very tight, but extremely wet. Everything about her was designed for this very act. My mind went blank, the electrical pleasure that radiated from my groin overriding any capacity for conscious thought as my cock was sheathed in impossibly blissful heat and moisture.

Eisheth rode me, her body smoothly rocking and undulating above mine like a belly-dancer's as her large breasts swayed enticingly. She kissed me wickedly as her pelvis gyrated and ground against me. Inside of her, she was moving muscles within her vaginal canal that rippled and pulsed along my manhood, the slick walls of her muscular tunnel stroking and caressing me as though her vagina were a living thing with a mind of its own. My hands reached up, caressing the soft orbs of her breasts and the stroking sweet flesh of her abdomen and chest. I grinned at her as I reached for her clitoris. I gently squeezed the flesh of her vulva over her clitoral hood, indirectly stimulating her glistening nub as she rode me. She moaned sweetly as she looked possessively down at me, her wide feminine hips moving faster as we approached a glorious climax.

With a shriek of rapturous ecstasy, Eisheth allowed her orgasm to wrack her beautiful body in an implosive series of shuddering, convulsive contractions of every muscle she possessed. Deep inside of her, I could feel her sweet reproductive fluids drenching my manhood in a glorious liquid celebration of raw, wicked, bestial carnal bliss as she thrashed passionately above me.

It was more than I could take. My ass cheeks clenched tightly and I cried out in glorious release, my eyes rolling back in my head. My overstimulated penis erupted deep within Eisheth, spending my seed deep within her moist, receptive womb. Her insides pulsed around my manhood, sucking and milking me of every drop of my seed even as she thrashed above me. For long minutes I spent my semen deep inside of her. Maybe it was one orgasm, perhaps it was several orgasms so close together that I could no longer tell them apart.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 08



Eisheth collapsed on top of me, aftershocks of her own potent orgasm still caressing my manhood as she fell on top of my chest. Her soft breasts were pressed into me, and her shining platinum hair caressed my face softly. For the first time, I noticed small, shiny white horns that had been hidden beneath her luxurious hair. The demon-queen was breathing heavily, and glistening drops of sweat beaded her forehead. When she spoke, she sounded almost vulnerable. "What are you doing to me?" she whispered.

I looked into the deep blue pools of Eisheth's eyes, and it took every ounce of my self control to not tell her everything, confess to her about the armband and about my plan to drain her of her spiritual energy to revive Acratophorus. Instead, I kissed her. "Were you serious that you would let me fuck you in the ass?" I asked.

Eisheth had been weakened until she was scarcely stronger than I was, and the other three succubi looked on with amazement as I rolled Eisheth over. She grinned weakly as I positioned my cock behind her. It was still slippery from her pussy as I spread the perfect mounds of Eisheth's butt with my hands, and pressed the tip of my cock against the puckered starburst that marked her anus.

"Do it!" she snarled lustily over her shoulder, her lovely blue eyes again sparkling with desire. "Yessss! I can't believe that you're still alive, let alone still hard! If you can please me again, then you have earned the right to fuck my servants and I as many times as you would like for eternity! Go ahead, if you can mortal. Tear my asshole apart, fill my intestines with your cum! Your new master commands you!"

I pressed forward, my slippery cock crowning into her puckered hole as she gasped. Her ass was tight, even as I felt her relaxing her anal sphincter so as to grant me entrance into her filthy and forbidden hole. I pressed hard, feeling the ring of her anal sphincters clenching and stretching around my girth as I speared my manhood deeply into her guts. I could feel her heartbeat from within her, her pulse caressing my cock as I bottomed out with the entire length of my shaft buried between her glorious butt-cheeks.

I grabbed her hips, thrusting my cock hard into her rectum as she grunted and squealed while meeting my thrusts with her own as her glorious butt cheeks slapped backwards into me. I pounded into her, the slapping sound of my abdomen against her ass filling the room. I reached forward with my right hand, grabbing one of her stubby horns and a handful of the demon-queen's beautiful platinum hair near her scalp as I thrust my cock deep within the depths of her bowels.

With one hand I pulled her hair. With the other hand, I reached down across her soft abdomen, my hand finding the soft flesh of her vulva as I fucked her ass. She was already dripping wet from the combined fluids of our previous coupling as I began caressing the clitoral area of her womanly opening.

Deep within her depths, I could feel the softness of her rectum wrapped hot and tight around my cock, providing delicious friction as I pounded into her from behind. With each thrust, I watched her perfect, pale ass cheeks jiggle from the impact even as she ground herself back into me. I knew that she was getting close as I thrust within her while reaching around and skillfully massaging her clitoris, and I was at a place where I could cum whenever I wanted. I chose to hold off, enjoying anal sex with the succubus-queen. After all, such rare opportunities deserve to be savored.

With a wild, animalistic cry, Eisheth arched her back and let out an unearthly shriek as her butt cheeks clenched hard around my manhood. She was cumming, and her earth-shattering orgasm was overwhelming in its sheer intensity.

I continued pounding into her as she came, her ass gripping and clenching my cock as I continued driving her into the floor in a prone position. She lay on the ground, gasping and moaning as I plundered her delicate ass while it pulsed and spasmed around my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust deeply into her rectum and cried out with overwhelming pleasure as I unleashed my load into the depths of her guts. The demon queen moaned softly as she felt my cock buck and spurt within the deepest parts of her beautiful ass, my hot cum splashing into her bowels.

I collapsed on top of her, my chest across her back and my dick still lodged deep inside of her anus. She felt warm, soft, and peaceful against me. She turned her head to look at me, her elegant blue eyes satisfied and happy. I was surprised to see that she was translucent. She raised her ethereal, beautiful face to kiss me. I pressed my lips against hers as she grew transparent and I could literally feel myself beginning to sink through her body. It felt strange to actually be inside of her with more than my penis. As we kissed, her body disappeared entirely. I collapsed on top of Eisheth's robe as her diadem fell heavily to the dirt floor with a dull metallic thud. 

It was a very dangerous point in the plan. Surely the succubi would realize something was terribly wrong when their queen suddenly disappeared, leaving her robe and diadem behind. I collapsed, feigning weakness and great exhaustion as though Eisheth had sapped much of my vitality. Meanwhile, I focused all of my effort on the armband. Acratophorus had told me once that I would typically be able to control it voluntarily, and I needed to do so now. I focused on wanting to fuck the succubi, wanting them to fuck me. I channeled every ounce of my energy into filling them with lust, until the armband burned like hot iron on my arm. I ignored the pain, pouring my energy into driving the succubi mad with sexual need, pushing the magical artifact on my arm to the maximum extent of its powers. It did not take long at all before my efforts were rewarded.

Tlazlteotl flipped me over physically, moaning with desire as she sucked my cock deep into her hot, wet mouth. Only seconds earlier, that penis had been buried in the ass of one of her kin. She didn't seem to mind as she greedily and noisily slurped and sucked along the length of my stiffening shaft. She was incredibly good at providing oral sex, and I groaned with pleasure even as the other two succubi pressed in hard against my sides, their warm breasts hot against my skin, their moist lips kissing me with a need that made me wonder if perhaps I had put too much effort into making them desire me.

The beautiful Aztec goddess pulled her mouth from my cock and looked at me with dark, smoldering eyes. "My pussy or ass. Choose now," she said in a desperate whisper. Maria tried to throw her leg over the top of my hips to mount me, but was shoved away by Tlazlteotl. Before I could answer, Kaitlyn had straddled my face in hopes of getting some form of release, and was grinding her beautiful slit against my mouth. As my tongue brushed the teenager's beautiful, delicate pussy, my body was inflamed with wild, primal lust that burned and boiled in my veins like a madness. I reached up, cupping Kaitlyn's beautiful ass in my hands as I pulled her succulent mound closer to my mouth, licking and sucking at her tender slit as I greedily lapped up her delicious, slippery fluids.

Tlazlteotl was clearly not in the mood to delay the satisfaction of her needs while awaiting an answer from me. I felt her take my cock firmly in her hand, and then my entire universe became slick wet heat as she impaled her cunt upon my rigid manhood. There was no tenderness in the act as she fucked me, her motions uninhibited and unrestrained as her slippery tunnel wetly stroked and caressed the length of my manhood, her slick cervix grinding hard against the tip of my cock. Deliciously wet slurping noises came from our coupling as she rode me, bucking madly on top of my pelvis. She used me with wild abandon, crying out in savage, unrestrained joy as she approached her climax.

Kaitlyn was whimpering sweetly, uttering angelic exclamations of pleasure as I tongued her fresh young slit. Her long, shapely legs trembled as she held herself above me, and I greedily licked and sucked at her pussy. I felt Maria delicately kissing my thighs, her face mere inches from Tlazlteotl's ass as the Aztec goddess rode me.

Tlazlteotl uttered a roar of wild triumph, her pussy clamping down forcefully and spasmodically upon my cock as her tremendous orgasm ripped through her beautiful body. My hands clenched upon Kaitlyn's delicate ass cheeks, and I nearly smothered myself in the teenager's pussy as my own orgasm exploded deep within the Aztec goddess' reproductive tract. Over and over again, my body sent powerful jets of potent sperm deep into Tlazlteotl's ready womb. I felt her becoming lighter, her body becoming more incorporeal as my seed spurted within her depths.

My orgasm continued as Tlazlteotl slowly faded from my own reality. She was not even completely gone when I felt Maria's lips and tongue begin caressing my manhood. For a long moment, I could actually feel Tlazlteotl's pussy and Maria's mouth at the same time. The combined sensation of moist vaginal walls grinding wetly against my member while Maria's succulent mouth engulfed me was better than I could ever hope to express in words. I wondered what was happening to the sperm that I was apparently spurting into two bodies at once. The ancient Aztec goddess flickered like the flame of a candle, and with a last haunting, ghostly cry of sexual rapture, she vanished completely from my world.

As Tlazlteotl disappeared, Maria's blowjob intensified, her mouth and throat engulfing my manhood. Kaitlyn cried out like a wounded songbird, her pretty, delicate young body trembling and shuddering as she collapsed on top of me. As I continued licking her sensitive pink clitoris, I could feel her nether regions rhythmically pulse and shudder as her insides clenched in her own powerful climax.

Maria's head bobbed on my cock, the exquisite ringlets of her glossy black hair bobbing and swaying with the motions of her head. Behind them, I could see the twin mounds of her perfect butt thrust proudly into the air. Her tongue swirled around my manhood as she looked up at me with a predatory smile and eyes that sparkled wickedly. She looked at Kaitlyn. "I want to cum again before we finish with this guy. Scissor with me, with his cock between us. We can rub our clits against his cock until we both cum."

Maria positioned the glorious cushions of her ass on my thighs, her soft pussy brushing against my manhood, and she pulled Kaitlyn closer to her until Kaitlyn's thighs crossed over Maria's. Their contrasting light and dark skin was exceptionally beautiful as the two succubi began rubbing their engorged vulvae against my throbbing penis. Their muscular control was superhuman, and I will never know how they managed to keep their combined actions so well coordinated. Sometimes, they rubbed themselves in slow, languid movements, and at other times they furiously ground themselves against each other and my cock. My penis felt as though it were completely encased within their flesh as the two beautiful succubi sandwiched my cock between their pussies. Kaitlyn's delicate young ass rocked and swayed enticingly against my abdomen, and I reached out to stroke the pale, tender flesh. She responded with a quiet gasp, and she pulled Maria into a passionate kiss as the two began bouncing in unison, my cock being caressed between their heavenly pussies. I was almost ready to ejaculate when the two suddenly stopped.

Maria broke the kiss and guided Kaitlyn off of me with her hands. "Let me show you how this is done," Maria condescended to her young peer. Maria raised her hips as she lowered her upper body over me, her mouth devouring my own as her soaking pussy gently kissed the tip of my cock.

"You know that I'm a succubus. I am a sex-demon," Maria whispered into my ear. Her hot, pink tongue caressed my neck. She moved her pussy to encase the tip of my penis. I was amazed by the heat, moisture, and pleasure radiating from the mere inch or so of my cock that she slowly began fucking even as she denied me full penetration. 

"Everything about me is a beautiful lie. My body is an evil trap, created for the sole purpose of ensnaring and devouring you, body and soul. If you ask me to leave, I will kiss you good bye and leave now. That is the only way that you can save yourself from destruction. You have already beaten the odds by copulating with Queen Eisheth and Tlazlteotl and surviving. No man could endure sex with four succubi in a single day and live." 

Maria looked at me, her soulful brown eyes tinged with a hint of sadness even as her beautiful pussy sank a tiny bit lower. She rocked her hips, and again I was amazed by her muscular control. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have even a tiny bit of my penis inside of this beautiful woman.

I looked into her eyes. A wicked smile played upon her lips, and I couldn't tell whether she was sincerely trying to warn me away, or simply amusing herself by offering me a chance at safety that no man would be able to accept. In my own case, it didn't matter. I reached forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her downward. Her eyes were locked on mine, searching within my eyes as I pulled her downward. 

As I bottomed out within her, encased within her heat and moisture, her eyes closed and her graceful neck arched back as she looked upward. Her body was beautiful, almost angelic, as she began slowly undulating her hips back and forth, grinding her cervix against the head of my cock.

"So this is your choice. We fuck now, and live with the consequences," she sighed.

I smiled at the demon. "Damned straight."

She began riding me faster, her breasts swaying and bouncing on her chest as she rode me, fucking me with wild abandon as her dark hair swung about her face and shoulders. She looked at me with a wicked grin. "I know little about you, mortal, but I can assure you that you do not yet know the meaning of the word 'damned'." She clenched her pussy around my cock, and I gasped as waves of pleasure washed over me. Her eyes were locked on mine. "Soon enough, I feel certain that you will know more about being damned than you ever could have wished."

I sat up, embracing Maria as she rode in my lap. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, her tongue caressing my own. "I doubt that," I whispered in her ear as I pushed her back onto the robe. "I intend to very literally fuck the Hell out of you."

She smiled as I lay her back onto the robe, clearly amused by my confidence. The beautiful woman lay beneath me, her legs spread wide as I hammered into her pussy. With each thrust, her outstretched legs rocked gently and she let out a gentle cry of pleasure. I looked down at the beautiful juncture of her smooth thighs, seeing the pink flesh of her glistening labia parted around my cock as my manhood sawed in and out of her beautiful cunt. She closed her eyes, wrapping her shapely legs around my hips and pulling me deeper as I fucked her.

I kissed her again, reaching down to caress her clitoris as we fucked. Her legs tightened around me, and the armband felt hot on my arm. "Oh, God! What are you doing to me?" the succubus moaned. Her voice sounded different, less artificially beautiful and resonant. I doubted that she had spoken about God, even in a profane context such as this one, in close to a century. 

Maria clenched her arms and legs around me tightly as her insides began trembling and gripping my cock. Her voice rose into a high-pitched cry of pleasure and joy as she arched her back and her body shuddered beneath me. Still I pounded into her. She became tighter and wetter by the second as her body gripped me within her pussy. I thrust into her hot, slick depths to where my cock was resting at the entrance to her womb. There, her slippery cervix provided the stimulation that sent me tumbling over the edge and into an abyss of pure pleasure.

Through the energy that pulsed between us, I knew that it was not a demon that received my seed when my orgasm erupted deep within her. The succubus had become mortal again. Maria gasped as my semen splashed inside of her womb, her insides greedily drinking the life that I poured into her. She raised her arms to pull my face to hers, and she planted a scalding hot kiss on my lips as she opened her receptive depths to receive my gushing jets of potent sperm. Her breasts rose and fell passionately as we kissed, our shared orgasm washing over us in waves of sweet pleasure.

Maria closed her eyes peacefully, breathing slowly and deeply as I lay on top of her. Our bodies still pulsed in shared orgasm, my own continuing to trickle semen into her even as her own body lazily drank my offering into her sweet depths. I kissed her on her lips again. It felt almost painful as I pulled my spent, slippery cock from her beautiful body. She looked as though she had fallen asleep.

"It's about fucking time you finished with her!" Kaitlyn exclaimed before I had even had time to roll off of Maria. The pretty young teen pounced on me and shoved me back into the floor, kissing me full on the lips. Maria glanced over at us, her eyes half-closed, and her face looking vaguely hung-over. It could have been my imagination, but she looked almost translucent.

"You're going to fuck me now!" Kaitlyn declared bluntly and enthusiastically as she climbed on top of me, her beautiful green eyes sparkling with delight as she kissed me. "Forgive me if we skip the foreplay; I need this and I'm not waiting any longer." She kissed me deeply, her sweet young body pressing hard against mine as she ground her sodden pussy against my abdomen. She was shorter than I was, and her pussy wouldn't quite reach my cock in this position.

Kaitlyn moaned softly as I reached down to caress her delicate mound. She was sopping wet. "My mouth, my pussy, or my ass? It's all the same to me, but choose quickly. I just need your cock inside of me. Now!"

I didn't answer verbally. The pretty blonde teen squealed playfully as I rolled her off of me, and she crouched on all fours facing away from me on the dusty dirt floor. She looked over her shoulder expectantly, and seductively jiggled her butt cheeks as I moved behind her. 

I looked down at her pussy and asshole, and was amazed at how beautiful she was. I kissed her butt cheek, licking it gently and feeling the smooth, soft skin of her ass with the side of my face. The feeling was exquisite, but it wasn't what either she or I needed. I straightened myself and positioned myself behind her, rubbing my cock-head against the opening into the teenager's sweet young pussy. She uttered a sweet, high-pitched moan of unadulterated pleasure and relief as my cock began parting her vaginal lips and pressing into the heat and moisture behind them. Wiggling her pretty little butt, she pressed herself back into me. Her pussy was unbelievably tight.

Most women seem to move relatively little when having sex in the doggy position, preferring for their partners to take a more active role. This makes sense, as it can be difficult for both partners to get their timing correct and keep the man from slipping out. Most women, however, are not succubi. Like Eisheth, Kaitlyn seemed to sense my movements instinctively, and there were no such problems as she met me thrust for thrust, her pale young butt-cheeks slapping noisily against my pelvis and lower abdomen as I thrust into her. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me harder!" she pleaded as I speared deep into her sweltering vagina with powerful thrusts.

She turned her head to look back at me, her blonde hair swinging softly over her shoulders. Her lovely, dazzling green eyes drove me wild with desire as I fucked her. I playfully swatted her magnificent ass with the palm of my hand, and was rewarded with a smile.





Paranormal Research Club Ch. 08



"If you're going to spank me, spank me like you mean it!" the petite little teenager said with an effervescent grin. "Be rough with me! Pull my hair and slap my ass like you're not afraid of breaking it!"

I smiled back at her, slapping her on the ass hard enough that the palm of my hand was stinging as I reached forward to grab a handful of her hair. I grabbed close to the scalp, ensuring that I had enough hair in my hand that it wouldn't actually hurt her or pull her hair out, but enough to give me a firm grip.

"Hell yeah!" the deceptively innocent-looking little teenager exclaimed with delight as I smacked her ass again, leaving a red mark. She looked at me as my cock pistoned in and out of her gorgeous cunt. Something between a smile and a snarl was on the adorable teenaged girl's face. "That's what I'm talking about! Now fuck me like you mean it!"

Kaitlyn's pussy was so amazingly tight that there was tremendous friction around my cock, despite her copious natural lubrication, as I pounded my cock into her wonderful young pussy. I speared deeply into her reproductive tract, savoring the feeling of the soft, slick walls of her vagina squeezing and stretching to accommodate my thick cock. I was battering against the back of her pussy with such vigor that I was beginning to wonder if it would be possible for me to actually penetrate her cervix. 

Kaitlyn's petite young body rocked in time to my pounding. She was breathing hard, excitedly shouting encouragement as I fucked her. Her eyes were wild and excited, she was clearly enjoying herself every bit as much as I was.

"Can I fuck you in your ass?" I asked. Call me old-fashioned, but I believe that a gentleman always asks about such things. Even when bedding a succubus.

"You don't have to be so damned nice. Just fucking take whatever you want from me. Tear me up and spit me out; use me as hard as you want and make me scream!" she growled with sex-crazed enthusiasm.

I didn't need to be told twice. She moaned as I slapped her ass again, and I spread her glorious butt-cheeks apart. I was already so lubricated from her pussy that there was no need to spit on her butt, and I doubt that she would have wanted lube anyway.

I have never met a woman that wouldn't prefer for her lover to be reasonably gentle during anal sex, but I doubted that the pretty young succubus was like any woman that I had ever known before. Even as slippery as my cock was, it wasn't a quick or easy process to penetrate the small teenager's delicate, impenetrably tight anus. She sucked in her breath through her teeth and her eyes squinted shut as the tip of my cock began to wedge into the tight entrance to her dainty young ass. Her sphincters would barely stretch to accommodate me. I needed more lube.

I reached around and put my hand under her mouth. I could feel her trying to relax to allow me into her as I pressed forward. "Spit in my hand," I asked. She rewarded me with a warm glob of spit in my palm.

I pulled my cock away from her butt, and smeared her spit onto my swollen purple glans. I pressed again, and she gasped then whimpered softly as she pressed back into me. She let out a sharp squeal of surprise as her butthole opened up to admit my manhood. I watched, mesmerized, as the length of my shaft gradually disappeared into the tightly-stretched opening between the pale orbs of the teenager's butt.

"God, yes!" she grunted through strained teeth. "Now fuck me hard! Fuck me like you're trying to split me in half!"

I slapped her ass hard, and she cried out in pleasure as I began rasping my cock back and forth deep inside of her asshole. Her sphincters were tight, and I had no difficulty feeling her rapid, rabbit-like pulse hammering through her arteries as I invaded one of her most private and intimate of orifices. I grabbed the bony ridges of her hips, thrusting as though attempting to tear the delicate young teenager's slender body apart with my manhood. With each thrust I seemed to penetrate deeper into her, and with each jarring motion I saw her hair shake around her head as she uttered a sweet, plaintive cry of pleasure.

I pounded into her forcefully as I felt delicate fingers caressing my testicles. I looked down to see that she was playing with herself, masturbating while I tore into her butt. Her whimpering was increasing in pitch and frequency and her breath was coming in ragged gasps. Her upper body collapsed onto the floor until she was almost prone beneath me, her ass kept only slightly elevated by her knees and the hand with which she was masturbating as I ravaged her delicate pink anus. 

I continued to fuck the beautiful teen, relentlessly pummeling her butt as she began to squeal in delight, and I felt her already tight ass beginning to clench around me as the muscles of her pelvic floor began rhythmically contracting.

Her squeal rose to a shriek as I wrapped my fingers around the bony protuberances of her pelvis and slammed my cock deep into her bowels, and I felt her insides grip my cock as though struggling to gain possession of it forever. 

It felt too amazing for me to hold back any longer. With a groan, I thrust deeply into her guts, my cock buried in her sweet ass up to the roots as my semen gushed deeply into her intestines. Our cries mixed together in a harmony that would have brought pleasure to any professional musician as I poured myself into the sweet young girl. For long minutes, I could feel myself pulsing deep inside of her as she collapsed onto the floor, and her insides fluttered against my manhood.

I collapsed on top of her, my cock still buried deeply in her now sperm-filled ass. I had done my job. Both of the two young succubi were given a second chance at humanity, and Acratophorus had been given more than enough spiritual energy to revive him. And I had gotten a whole bunch of amazing sex thrown into the bargain.

It was amazing how much stamina the armband had given me. It was also amazing how it had changed my attitude towards sex. Until a few days ago, I had honestly never had sex outside of the context of a committed relationship.

Kaitlyn's body was trembling beneath me. I climbed off of her. 

"Are you OK?" I asked. She was crying. I looked at her face. She was still pretty, but certainly not the succubus that had seduced me earlier. She was clearly human. She looked young, vulnerable, and frightened. My heart sank, and I put an arm around her.

"What did you do to me, you bastard?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around me and sobbed into my shoulder. It was as though years of restrained emotions flooded from her eyes at once.

"You're human again. You've got another chance to not spend eternity suffering or causing suffering for others."

Her small fist struck me on the arm, but it didn't hurt. "I tried being alive once, and it fucking sucked; you have no idea what I went through! How the fuck can I be human again? I died twenty years ago! I sold myself to Eisheth years ago, and she's going to come for me. I fucking know it. You can't protect me from her! She's more powerful than you could possibly imagine. I shudder to think of what she'll do to you for this, and I don't want to think of what she'll do to me for escaping from her, even for a moment and even though it wasn't my fault!"

I tried to calm her, wrapping my arms around her. She had grown transparent, and I strongly suspected that the only reason that I could see her now was due to my own unusual circumstances. Whatever approximation of a physical body she had possessed as a succubus no longer existed. She was purely human now, but a ghost without a body.

"Eisheth can't hurt you. She won't be able to return here for a century or more. I drained her of her power."

"Well, there sure are plenty of other demons that can do lots of to hurt both of us, and after some of the things I did while I was alive there's no way in Hell that I'm ever going to get into Heaven. What the fuck have you done to me? At least as a succubus, I could have had a chance at a reasonable existence in Hell! God, I just know that I'm going to end up burning in some pit of brimstone!"

A slender, transparent figure approached us from where Maria had been resting. I barely recognized her. She was skinny with sagging breasts, and her dark hair was streaked with grey and hung in tangles from a face that was still pretty, but certainly starting to age. Her stomach bore stretch-marks that identified her as a mother. She was still reasonably attractive, but most definitely not the vision of perfection that had seduced me moments earlier. She said something to me in rapid Spanish. I couldn't understand her, but she didn't sound happy.

I wished that Acratophorus would hurry up and show himself. I had tried to do a good deed, and, as Ishtar had warned, it had not turned out well. Kaitlyn had a good point. These girls couldn't go back to Hell, and they would be hunted relentlessly by demons if they tried to stay on Earth. If Heaven wouldn't take them, then I probably hadn't done them much of a favor. I was beginning to wish that I had listened to Ishtar.

A deep, gravely, heavily-accented voice crept from the shadows of the barn. "Eternity is a long time to spend as a monster, my child. He did you a favor," Skagematuck said as he stepped from the shadows. I wished that he would quit calling people his child.

He stepped towards us, his wizened old face looking at her with kind, dark eyes. "I was a monster bound to a demon for many thousands of years, and the demon who was once my own master is even now searching for me. He will exact terrible vengeance if he captures me. But it is better to walk the clear and well-lit path of a good life than it is to stumble in darkness, and I would rather die as a free man than live as a slave to a demon."

"I don't know who the fuck you are, but I wish you would shut the hell up. I don't give a fuck about living a good life. But I would rather have some standing in Hell than be roasted in a pit of brimstone while hideous monsters take turns pleasuring themselves with me, which is probably what's going to end up happening now." Kaitlyn sobbed. 

Skagematuck regarded her sadly, and she returned his glance with defiant ferocity.

A dust-devil swirled on the dry floor, emitting a dull, barely-visible blue light. Azure sparks began to swirl in the cloud, and the dust consolidated into a human-shaped mass that was glowing a bright blue. I dove for my pants, snatching the knife out of the pocket.

"Hey, Daddy. Did I come at a bad time?" asked the radiantly beautiful figure that materialized from the sparkling dust. She was addressing me.

"Enyo?" I asked.

She was strikingly beautiful, even for a goddess, and clad in a flowing blue dress of some scintillating, iridescent, silk-like material. My daughter was an image of perfection that far surpassed even her mother in the breathtaking exquisiteness of her form. Her hair was long and black like her mother's, but her skin had a healthy tone in contrast to her mother's snowy complexion. Her eyes were blue and sparkled with life, and she fixed me with a warm smile as she walked towards me.

I felt horribly embarrassed, and fumbled to quickly throw my pants on. I slipped my knife back into the pocket.

"No need to be embarrassed," Enyo said with a smile. "I've seen it all, anyway. My mother tasked me with watching you, but I had no idea that my job would be so entertaining! And I even got to feel everything in the room when you conceived my half-brother about an hour ago inside the house. In other words, I have not only seen you naked, I know what it feels like to be fucked by you, and it feels amazing. So how is that for an awkward way to meet your daughter?" She laughed musically, and the tension seemed to drain from the air.

"It's great to meet you, too, Enyo. So, if you knew what I was doing, why didn't you stop me? Your mother couldn't have wanted Acratophorus to be revived so soon."

"Mom isn't worried about Uncle Dionysus anymore. One of my uncles has decided to help Mom out with her plan. Personally, I just think Uncle Ares likes blowing things up and is happy to have someone in the family that's nice to him for a change. And neither Mom nor I are really interested in having an adversarial relationship with you, or Uncle Dionysus for that matter. Your world is going to end no matter what you do at this point, and both Mom and I would rather be friends," Enyo said pleasantly. "You know, Mom really does like you."

Enyo was interrupted as, again, wind blew through the barn, swirling up dust. Despite the gaps in the walls, the wind seemed unnatural and out of place. A dust-devil kicked up debris and began to consolidate in the center of the room. Something fearful and nauseating seemed to emanate from the swirling dust. Light was distorted around it in unnatural ways, twisting and consolidating into a large rectangular shape. I didn't know what was coming, but I didn't like it at all.

"John, I don't know what that is, but something about it feels very evil and very powerful," Skagematuck warned gravely. "Trust me, I have spent far too much time in the darkness." He could clearly feel the same thing I could. A moment later, I realized that I had instinctively put myself between the dust-devil and Enyo, despite the fact that the goddess would be better able to protect herself than I would. Remembering the holy water and rosary that Cardinal Imamu had given me, I fumbled for them in my cargo pocket.

The air around the dust-devil grew dark, as though daylight were unwilling to touch whatever it was that was appearing before us. Waves of shimmering dark energy seemed to reach out from the swirling dust as an ornately carved doorway of some glossy black material appeared in the center of the barn. The air around the doorway shimmered as though from immense heat, and light and even space itself seemed to twist and curve around the doorway, as though the mere existence of this object was an affront to the very concept of reality. The ostentatiously decorated door swung smoothly open. Behind it was nothing but a black, empty void. I could not even see a floor or walls behind the doorway, but only a measureless expanse of impenetrable darkness. Waves of arid heat radiated from the open doorway as though a blast furnace were operating just out of sight, and a nauseating stench of sulfur and burnt, decomposing flesh filled the air.

A handsome, clean-shaven man with glossy black hair emerged from the doorway. He was wearing an expensive, custom-tailored business suit and smiling affably. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," he said in a polite, cultured voice.

"Asmodaeus!" hissed Maria in terror as she cowered behind me. In other circumstances, her response to an inoffensive-looking man in a business suit would have been either cause for amusement, or cause for concern about her sanity. I never would have expected a demon to look so normal, and that surprise is part of the reason that I instinctively suspected that her fear was justified. Evil at it's most effective seldom looks the part.

I was amazed by Skagematuck's speed. He uttered something in his own indecipherable tongue, and with a blur of motion sent his flint-tipped spear hurtling towards the demon. Despite the fact that he looked anything but athletic, Asmodaeus responded to the threat with superhuman speed and agility. His hand caught the spear, stopping it instantly before the primitive stone spear-point had gotten within a foot of damaging the demon's expensive suit. Asmodaeus gave the shaman a disapproving glance before snapping the shaft of the spear like a twig between his fingers.

"I'm not here to fight," he said smoothly. His voice sounded as though he could have made a very comfortable living by coaching politicians, lawyers, and televangelists in the art of persuasive speaking. "I'm here to discuss business."

I have done enough reading on classical Judeo-Christian demonology to know that Asmodaeus was typically regarded as one of the Kings of Hell. Certainly he is a powerful spirit by all accounts. Traditionally he is associated with twisting and perverting lust, but most of that is likely conjecture on the part of 16th and 17th century demonologists who seemed determined to assign one specific Deadly Sin to each of the seven Kings of Hell. The more ancient tales speak of Asmodaeus' terrible thirst for horrific bloodshed, showing that his repertoire is not limited to any one sin in particular. The Zoroastrian name for him is "Aeshma of the Bloody Mace", a reference to the sickening violence that the demon enjoys inspiring among mortals. Gods and demons, like rivers and mountains, live long enough to have many names.

The ancient devil looked at me directly. His dark, intelligent eyes were disturbingly likable. Remembering Erin's success in staving off unholy influences with holy water, I uncapped the bottle that Cardinal Imamu had given me and sprinkled a bit on myself. I wasn't overly concerned about how silly I might look. I tried to be subtle as I allowed a bit to drip onto the knife that was clipped inside my pocket.

Asmodaeus backed away with a foul look on his face until I re-capped the bottle. He looked as though it were a flask of excrement instead of water that I was pouring upon myself. I chuckled as I remembered the microbiological study of holy water that had been conducted by Vienna University. Perhaps the demon was justified by his response.

He gave me a glance as though he could stare into the hidden recesses of my very soul for a long moment before he snickered condescendingly. "Not to be impolite, but as much sex as you have been having since your last shower, I would highly recommend that you use more water than that to cleanse yourself." He looked past me at my daughter and smiled. "Ah, Enyo! I'm pleased to see that you are very bit as lovely of a young goddess as I had hoped you would be. I feel quite certain that I will get to know you quite well in the near future." His words sounded pleasant, but there was a lecherous undertone to them that repulsed and disgusted me.

He turned towards me, his face charming. "Ah, John. It's a great pleasure to meet you, but please forgive me if I skip many of the usual pleasantries. I'm on a bit of a tight schedule, and there is need for us to conduct our business here quickly. As you know, a mentally ill goddess named Eris has determined to destroy your world and every living creature on it. While I confess that there have been some misunderstandings between humanity and the dark realms before, we don't wish for the destruction of your species any more than you would. As such, we are more than happy to help you stop Eris' plans to destroy your world, and even to forgive your unprovoked theft of energy from Queen Eisheth and her companions, all in return for but a very minor favor that you will be able to do quickly and easily right here. All we want to do is to keep Eris from destroying your world, and I would like your cooperation and assistance in that matter."

I knew that demons have been manipulating lesser beings for countless aeons, and I could easily see how. I instinctively wanted Asmodaeus to like me, and I wanted to give him whatever he might ask for. He sounded reasonable, likable and persuasive. No matter what he said, any person's first instinct would have been to simply agree with him. I was grateful for the holy water and blessed rosary to help keep me grounded. 

I stared into his dark eyes, feeling as though I were being drawn into the irresistible black hole of the demon's terrible will. It took tremendous effort to pull away from the demon's power and think for myself. "I'm already actively involved in preventing Eris from destroying the world. What sort of 'cooperation and assistance' are you hoping to get from me?" I asked.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 08



He began to walk around me, towards where Enyo, Maria, and Kaitlyn were standing. I stepped in front of him and he reacted with mild surprise, as though not expecting my action. Enyo faced Asmodaeus defiantly. Maria and Kaitlyn cowered, frozen in horror.

"I'm certain that what you are already doing is of the utmost importance, but are you really sure that you're doing all that you can for your world? To protect your family? Lots of irresponsible sex might be fun, but please don't try to pretend that it's heroic. All we need in order to resolve this entire situation quickly, effectively, and peacefully is for you to provide us with something to trade to Eris for the Apple. Just tell your daughter to come with me peacefully. She trusts you, but I'm certain that she has had her poor little head filled full of all manner of stories told by her insane mother. Tell your daughter to trust me. She will listen to you." He stopped and smiled, raising his eyebrows pleadingly as he steepled his fingers before himself.

Something didn't feel right, and it wasn't just that I didn't like the way that he was talking about Eris. Certainly she wasn't the most stable goddess, but I didn't like his dismissive statements regarding her sanity. I didn't trust Asmodaeus, and I remembered hearing about what the world had been like when the legions of Hell had controlled the Apple of Eris in the past. These days, Hercules wasn't around to go rescue the Apple from the infernal pits, and the world world would be in big trouble if demons got their hands on the Apple.

Asmodaeus looked at me pleadingly, encouraged by my lack of an immediate refusal. "We're only asking to borrow her for a few days. Now, don't worry. We will return her to her mother soon in exchange for the golden Apple, and once Eris no longer has the Apple your world will be safe from total obliteration by universal warfare. Everyone wins. All I need you to do is avoid doing anything stupid and helping me out for the good of your entire world." His voice sounded calm, but pleading and persuasive.

Where the hell was Acratophorus? Or Ishtar? I certainly hoped that Erin, Rachelle, and Cherise were praying for me. My heart was pounding in my chest. While Asmodaeus did not look particularly intimidating, there was something about him that terrified me. It was as though there were some sixth sense warning me of the demon's awesome, terrible, hidden power.

Asmodaeus apparently grew tired of waiting for me to respond, and so he stepped forward, effortlessly pushing me out of his way. I stumbled and landed on the dusty dirt floor, and my head bumped hard against a rotten wooden wall. I cursed as I staggered to my feet in time to be knocked back by the concussive blast of a deafening explosion. By the time I was back on my feet and able to see clearly through the dust, Maria and Kaitlyn were gone from sight. 

The businessman or politician that had stood before me moments ago had disappeared, and in his place was a hideous, obese aberration so horrible that the memory of the sight would haunt me for the rest of my life. Asmodaeus had transformed into a blasphemous horror whose hideous, blob-like body seemed to be composed entirely of a writhing mass of slimy, eel-like tentacles covered with vile-looking hooks and wickedly barbed spines that pierced through his rubbery, mucus-smeared skin like the teeth of a saw. From a hundred sightless faces that terminated the tentacles, circular lamprey-like mouths lined with multiple rows of jagged shark-like teeth slithered and grasped blindly around them.

Wrapped in the filthy embrace of a dozen of the slimy tentacles that crushed and squeezed about her, Enyo seemed to be fighting for her very life. With wild, horrified eyes she raised her fist and brought it down hard as another massive blast shook the frail walls of the barn, and a half-dozen of the squirming tentacles were reduced to mutilated stumps. From the severed ends of the tentacles, a mass of slithering blood-red worms were dropping to the floor and crawling sightlessly in all directions. But Asmodaeus had many tentacles at his disposal, and soon Enyo was struggling helplessly against literally dozens of impossibly strong appendages that seized her from all directions. The beautiful young goddess cried out in pain and horror as the vile barbs ripped through her dress and cut deep into her tender flesh.

I heard the hideous beast taunting his captive. "Your mother will give us anything we ask of her when she hears your terrified and pain-filled screams echoing up from the bowels of Hell! Perhaps I will wait a few days to tell her that you're with me, until I have satisfied my lust and, in the process, torn and ruined your body so grotesquely that the ragged flesh of your shredded orifices is incapable of pleasuring me. When I am finished, the filthiest of our demons will enjoy taking turns ravaging whatever is left of your tattered and mutilated cunt day and night while your cry out for mercy. All the while, the infernal flames of Hell will burn your pretty skin but be unable to kill you no matter how much you might wish to die. Sometimes, it just doesn't pay to be a goddess that lives forever!" 

His words sickened me, but not half as badly as his voice did. Human language was never intended to describe how sickeningly, impossibly horrible the sound of the demon's voice was. Human beings have no business knowing that such blasphemous, nauseating horror can exist in the form of mere sound. If the mass-graves of the most horrifying of genocides could open their mouths and speak, their voice would have resembled that of Asmodaeus. If a million bloated corpses were disemboweled at once, and that sound ripped from their rotting guts were given the power to speak words, then it would perhaps resemble what fell upon my ears at that moment. Such sounds as the demon's voice should not be allowed to exist in this world, and there are good reasons that they are usually confined to the darkest pits of Hell. I had previously only imagined that I knew what true horror was. Now, I truly knew that there were things in the universe that were too horrible for any human being to face, and I prayed to whatever benevolent deities might listen for the strength to survive this ordeal.

My daughter struggled bravely against the hideous beast, but was outmatched and overwhelmed. Asmodaeus was dragging her slowly and inexorably towards the gaping portal that led to his lair in Hell. 

It was pure instinct and years of hard training, combined with a healthy dose of good fortune, that allowed me to save her. I had trained with a throwing knife for many years, as the scarred wooden targets in my yard can attest. Judging the distance to the beast happened naturally and automatically without any conscious thought being necessary. The trusty old knife that had been my faithful companion for so many years seemed to flash open almost of its own accord, spinning in my hand as I deftly caught it harmlessly by the blade. I felt the wet holy water that had trickled down the enchanted blade from the locking mechanism where it had been dripped. 

My hand choked up close to the handle, to slow the rotation of the knife after it was thrown and to ensure that, at this particular range, the blade would be certain to strike point first. My arm snapped downward towards the beast in a powerful overhand throw. 

Distracted by his squirming prey, Asmodaeus did not see the whistling blade until it was far too late for him to save himself. He moved his massive bulk impossibly fast for his size, but it was too little, too late. The razored edge of the enchanted, holy-water covered blade ripped a terrific gash through what might have passed for the monster's abdomen. A steaming pile of tangled entrails made a sloppy sound as they slipped wetly and through the wound, making a grisly pile upon the floor as the demon uttered a horrific shriek of agony and rage.

Enyo's eyes were wide with terror as she struggled from the slithering appendages that had grasped her, crawling desperately away from the wounded beast towards safety.

Asmodaeus growled, a hideous gurgling noise as he pulled his corpulent, mutilated bulk along the floor towards me, snarling as his hideous barbed tentacles grasped for my face. I uncorked the holy water again, throwing the entire bottle at him. In his wounded state, he could not move quickly enough to dodge it, and it hissed and sizzled against his flesh like acid, dripping into his empty abdominal cavity and dissolving him alive from the inside out. Evil white vapors rose from the blistering, corrupted flesh as the holy water ate deep into the demon's skin. Still, the beast moved towards me as I backed away, holding the blessed rosary in front of myself like a shield as I circled towards the pile of tools, on the workbench. As I snatched a rusted ball-peen hammer from the table, a tentacle lined with wicked fang-like barbs snatched me from my feet. I struck the appendage a powerful blow with the hammer, even as many others moved to join it. Asmodaeus' tentacles were crushing my chest, driving wickedly long thorn-like spines deep into my flesh. I fought ineffectually against them, but was pleased to see them blistering and sizzling where they contacted the holy water that I had poured upon myself. A deep ache flowed from my leg where the lamprey-like mouth of a tentacle was feasting upon the muscles of my calf. Perhaps soon, the rest of me would be similarly devoured. I snarled and struck the tentacles again with the hammer, determined not to let the beast hear me scream before I died. 

With a primal battle cry, Skagematuck lunged from behind the vile creature, clutching a rawhide pouch. "Set this on fire!" he yelled at Enyo.

The dazed goddess gave him a confused look before she gestured towards the pouch, and it immediately exploded into a ball of vigorous flame. The shaman cursed as he momentarily dropped the burning pouch before catching it in mid-air. He hurriedly extinguished the fire, allowing a thick, dark, aromatic smoke to drift from the smoldering contents of rawhide pouch and fill the air.

The tentacles immediately recoiled from the smoke as Skagematuck advanced bravely towards the creature, the pouch of burning material in one hand, the distal end of his shattered spear in the other. His hawk-like eyes were brave, fierce, and relentless. The ancient shaman was chanting strange words in a low voice, his voice rhythmic and enchanting in its own right. The air in the barn was filled with a woody, natural scent that streamed from the leather pouch, and the scent of his aromatic smoke sent my mind back to happy memories of cooking outside while camping on a clear, beautiful sunny day.

Asmodaeus tried to slither towards the enchanted doorway from which he had entered, but he was badly wounded and moving slowly. Skagematuck struck like a rattlesnake, impaling the beast with the broken spear. The demon was going nowhere. 

Asmodaeus uttered a despairing wail as Enyo advanced, raising her hands high over her head. Blue light flickered like ball-lightning between Enyo's outstretched fingers, and the look on the goddess' face spoke of fearful wrath and terrible vengeance.

"You were going to take me down to Hell against my will, rape me, mutilate me and torture me until my mother traded the Apple to get me back?" She uttered the words slowly and with great menace, her voice trembling with fear and rage. "My mother would never have given you the Apple to save me." The words were a cold accusation through clenched teeth.

Asmodaeus knew what was coming. He shrank back, cowering before the enraged goddess and begging for mercy as Enyo's hands slammed downward. A torrent of purifying blue fire streamed from Enyo's outstretched hands and fell upon the beast like judgment from heaven. The fire fell from Enyo's hands, streaming outward towards the beast as she sobbed from fear, pain, and exhaustion until the flames licked nothing but a bare spot on the floor. One of the Kings of Hell had been utterly destroyed, an act that had perhaps never happened before in the history of the universe. With an angry gesture of pure contempt, she shattered the portal through which the demon had entered with a massive blue fireball.

Drained of the rage that had supported and sustained her, Enyo collapsed sobbing onto the floor, still crying. Her shimmering blue robe had been shredded by the claws and teeth on Asomdaeus' tentacles, and the flesh beneath them bled from numerous deep lacerations. I began walking towards her, but my leg felt funny. I looked down at the ragged, blood-soaked meat that had recently been my left leg, and was amazed that I could stand at all. I was loosing a lot of blood, but I felt as though I had to get to Enyo.

"Lie down," said Skagematuck as he guided me towards Eisheth's rumpled and discarded robe. "Enyo will be fine. She's a goddess, and there should be plenty of spiritual energy around here for her to absorb after killing Asmodaeus."

"She needs me," I responded. "Even if she's fine physically."

"Yes, and she needs you alive. You are losing far too much blood very quickly. Lie down," the ancient shaman ordered.

"You saved my life, Skagematuck, and if it weren't for you, that demon would be raping my daughter in Hell right now," I said. "Thanks."

"You saved me once, too," the old shaman said, as though the words tasted bad in his mouth. This conversation was perhaps getting too emotional for the grumpy old man's taste. "Now relax. You're losing a lot of blood. I would put a tourniquet on your leg for you, but I am weakened from manifesting to destroy Asmodaeus."

I hated the idea of using a tourniquet on my leg, but Skagematuck was right. I was already feeling faint, and I would be going into shock soon if I didn't get the blood loss under control. It really was a miracle that I wasn't already unconscious.

I reached into my hip pocket to retrieve my handkerchief. Using my ruined pants for padding beneath the tourniquet, I folded and knotted the handkerchief about two inches above the worst of the injury, ignoring some smaller lacerations. I felt queasy as I saw the toothmarks that had scarred deeply into my tibia, exposing glistening white bone and even some deep red marrow. I suddenly understood why the injury hurt so badly, especially when I jarred it. The muscle around the injury looked like bloody rags made of hamburger meat, and blood was flowing freely like water running from a faucet. I still had the ball-peen hammer in my hand. I grimaced as I inserted the splintered old wooden handle under the handkerchief, and prepared to begin twisting when strong hands took me by the shoulders.

"That's not necessary, John. You did great, and revived me just in time to calm people down and prevent your country from launching the nuclear missiles that would have doomed the world," came Acratophorus' deep voice.

I turned to see that Acratophorus and Ishtar had appeared without my noting it. I was fortunate that they weren't demons; I would have been dead even before I had known to defend myself. A third figure was there as well, a tall, beautiful woman in gleaming bronze armor. If she was Athena then I was surprised at how accurately classical sculptors had depicted her.

The god of wine and revelry gently untied my handkerchief and looked at my mangled leg, before blowing soothingly on the injury. Power like static electricity seemed to crackle in the air as my leg was bathed by the kindly god's sacred breath of life. I watched in amazement as the bone re-formed, clean and gleaming white. Torn and shredded muscle painlessly knit itself together before my astonished eyes, and severed tendons, veins, and arteries were mended while a cool, refreshing feeling flowed through my entire body. Skin and hair replaced what Asmodaeus had destroyed. My pants were still reduced to blood-stained rags, but my leg was as good as it ever had been without even a new scar to show for my trouble.

"There's an incredible amount of spiritual energy here." Acratophorus said. "Athena is over there teaching Enyo how to heal herself using that energy as we speak. Your daughter is going to be a powerful goddess one day, but she still has an awful lot to learn. I only hope that she lives long enough to learn what she will need to know in order to survive. Word is already spreading that you, Skagematuck, and Enyo killed one of the seven great Kings of Hell. I'm glad that you saved Enyo from what they would have done to her, but I really wish that you hadn't killed Asmodaeus. That's sure to cause a great deal of trouble for us very soon, my young friend. And we already had far more than our share of trouble to handle. Not even the mighty Abrahamic God chose to kill such creatures, even when they were openly making war against the great throne of Heaven! Tread lightly, my young friend. I fear for you."

Acratophorus glanced at the ghostly human outline that stood nearby. "Skagematuck, you've more than repaid John for what he did to help you. Demons were already hunting you to punish you for escaping their control even before today. Now that you've helped to kill Asmodaeus, it is probably best if you go on to your afterlife immediately. Even the gods don't dare to do what you have just done. If I were you, I would go somewhere safe, and stay there forever."

"I am not going to my rest until the world is safe again. I will not enter the afterlife until I have earned an honorable seat among my ancestors," replied the shaman.

"You've already earned it," came Ishtar's voice from nearby. She looked concerned for the old man. "Go somewhere safe now, before the demons come for vengeance!"

"I am a great warrior, and my fathers were great warriors before me. But I will not enter the presence of my ancestors until I am a great hero as well. My tribe cannot hate me for failing to protect them from destruction if I have saved the whole world," Skagematuck retorted in a tone that did not invite further conversation.

"Your ancestors don't blame you for what happened, and your loved ones have been missing you for thousands of years. You have no idea how happy it would make your family if you simply went home to them," Acratophorus said gently. Skagematuck looked away, his eyes sad and distant. "They would certainly view you as a hero for what you have done today. By the way, how did you manage to repel a demon as powerful as Asmodaeus long enough to kill him?" the god asked conversationally. Perhaps he already knew and simply wanted to give Skagematuck a chance to talk about something more pleasant, but the question certainly sounded genuine.

Skagematuck smiled, and I was impressed at Acratophorus' skill at cheering up the old man. "Tobacco, sweet grass, cedar leaves, sage, and the dried and powdered heart and liver of a river catfish. I have done much praying over this mixture for many years, and it is very good for warding off evil spirits."

"Impressive," said Acratophorus. "It sounds like the gods haven't abandoned you after all if they blessed your incense with the power to repel a mighty demon like Asmodaeus. Welcome back to your status as a holy man! And the addition of the catfish liver and heart to your sacred incense was a nice touch. Most people wouldn't have thought of that."

"Then they need to read the Apocryphal book of Tobit," I quipped with a smile. I stood up, still feeling a bit faint. My restored leg was as good as new beneath the shredded and blood-soaked pants, and it easily supported my weight. Maybe it was my imagination or the power of adrenaline, but an ache in my knees that had been my constant companion for many years seemed to have disappeared. 

I went looking for my knife near the blackened earth where the demon king had been killed.




Paranormal Research Club Ch. 08



"Is this what you're looking for?" Ishtar offered, holding up the smoldering nub of my knife's handle. My heart sank. I had really liked that knife even before Acratophorus had enchanted it, but now it was destroyed. Ishtar smiled at me. "I took the spell off of you, so we can read your mind again. The combination of the demon's blood and your daughter's fire was probably enough to destroy your knife."

Enyo approached me, her beautiful face radiant. "Thanks for saving me, Daddy," she said as she pulled me into a warm, sweet embrace. I hugged her back, feeling happy and protective of my new daughter. She gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I returned it, and she smiled at me. "If I have to have a mortal as a father, I'm glad that it's you."

"Thanks, I think." I replied with a smile. "Be careful, Sweetheart. Things are likely to be dangerous for a while."

She returned my smile and embraced me again. "I'll go home to Mother for now. I think I'll be safe there." She placed a gentle kiss on my cheek before she disappeared in a delicate cloud of shimmering blue sparks and iridescent indigo smoke.

For the fist time, Athena addressed me. Her voice was resonant and melodic, but her words sounded regal and commanding. "We need to get going. Have your lady friends inside the house give you a ride to Father David's parsonage. Ares is siding with Eris in this affair, and doing his part to stir up even more old hatreds and ancient rivalries in an attempt to spark universal warfare. Eris was doing fine with bringing about a war capable of destroying your world even without his help. Ishtar, Dionysus and I will go and attempt to get Ares under control. And the legions of Hell are absolutely certain to use the fact that you killed one of the Kings of Hell to their advantage. I don't know what they're going to be doing, but it won't be good. The Abrahamic God is very protective of his people against demons and other deities, and it's good that you have several very holy people on your side. He is one of the few deities that has the sort of power you will need to protect you in the near future. I'll talk to my father and see if I can get his advice. Now that one of the seven Kings of Hell has been killed, I don't know if even Zeus will be able to remain neutral."

Athena gestured at the relics that Eisheth had left behind her. "Take Eisheth's robe and diadem to Father David and Cardinal Imamu; their Orders are used to dealing with items like that. We're fortunate that there were not similar objects left by Asmodaeus after his death. Things that have been owned by demons are typically not the sort of thing that it's wise to leave lying about. The robe might have some magical properties, but the diadem of one of the four Queens of Hell is certain to be filled with all manner of unwholesome sorcery."

Acratophorus pointed at Skagematuck, and I watched the ghostly shaman's outline become clearer and more distinct. "Here's some of the demon's residual spiritual energy so that you'll be a bit stronger, if you're still determined to stay here with John."

"I am determined to behave honorably towards you and towards my friend," replied Skagematuck. It felt good to hear the old man refer to me as his friend.

"Where are Maria and Kaitlyn?" I asked.

"They're going to serve Ishtar in the afterlife. In other words, they live rent-free in Ishtar's heavenly palace for as long as they would like. I think they'll like that far better than being slaves to demons, once they get used to the idea," Acratophorus replied with a smile. "They'll probably come around and realize how much of a service you've done them soon. Neither one of them is really a bad person, although they both did some pretty rough things when they were alive, and some absolutely horrendous ones after becoming demons. Hang onto the silver rosary that Cardinal Imamu gave you, and be careful. I'll talk to Hephaestus about getting you something to replace your pocket-knife."

Acratophorus looked at me sadly, as one might regard a friend that had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer. He was obviously concerned for my safety. "I wish that I could stay here with you, but if I don't leave to attend to my half-brother Ares, then there will soon be nowhere safe remaining in your world." The god clapped me on the arm with a tired smile, and then vanished.

"Thanks again," I said to the empty spot where Skagematuck had been standing. It felt odd to suddenly be alone in the barn. But now that the man who had hung himself here had been properly avenged, the atmosphere in the place didn't seem nearly as dreary as it once had. I walked over to the workbench and slipped on my shirt, socks and shoes before making my way back towards the house. I wondered what I would tell the ladies if they asked how my pants had become so badly torn.