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The House Ch. 01

By: phsssst



He had liked the house when he first saw it. Very old fashioned, it would need a lot of up grades, but he felt it had something. He didn’t know what, but there was something that attracted him. Far too big, for his current needs, but the price was unbelievably low. It had been sitting on the market for over a year with corresponding drops in price as the months went by. His recent divorce had left him low on cash, but the real-estate agent had assured him that the owners would allow the deal to go through with minimum down payment. He had asked the agent why such a sweet heart deal and after much hemming and hahing the agent finally admitted to the history of the house. 

Built in the late nineteen hundred’s as a bordello, it had served as such for over a hundred years while the neighborhood grew up around it. Finally, a developer had bought the land in the immediate vicinity and put row upon row of tract homes around it. Soon the people, taking up their new residencies, would not tolerate the business that was conducted inside it doors. The constant late night traffic went on to the wee hours of the morning. The women of the community, if the truth be known, feared that their men would fall prey to this community abomination. A petition circulated and finally due to the continuing pressure the house had closed its doors a little over a year and a half ago. Since then there had been no offers on the place. It seemed strange to John that no one had bought the place; he personally thought it would be a great conversation piece. 

John was intrigued and allowed the agent to show him through the old house. Far too many bedrooms of course but he realized he could easy amalgamate many of them to serve different functions. There was a strange smell about the place, not unpleasant, just unidentifiable. When he saw the third floor, he saw, in his minds eye, the perfect master bedroom with an adjoining bath. It would be easy to pull down the existing walls that formed the multi-bedroom complex. Its half walls and gabled windows appealed to his sense of charm. John was an architect by profession and although temporarily cash poor, he had a substantial income that would allow the changes to take place over the years as he envisioned. The agent told him that he had just received orders to have the house torn down if it didn’t sell in the next week, so if he low balled the price he would probably still get it. Continuing to look around, a feeling pervaded him that the house itself felt it had a right to continue to exist having served well for over a hundred years. He felt compelled to buy it and made an offer low balling as the agent had suggested. By the end of the evening, he owned the huge old house. It was almost as though the house wanted him to have it. 

John laughed rather bitterly at himself as he signed the papers of ownership. A few months ago, he was a married man with dreams of a future tract home with children playing in the back yard. A wife laying by the pool, scantly clad in her tiny thong bikini, waiting for him to come home so they could try to make more babies. Here he was at thirty his dreams shot by an ex-wife who didn’t love him, feeling a bit bitter about women in general. Now, he was a single owner of a whorehouse. A chill went up his spine as he thought whorehouse, almost as though the house took exception to his description. John didn’t know it then but he had bought far more than just a house. He had bought a new way of life. John returned to the small rooms he had temporarily rented. 

The house stood quiet and still. Empty of all movement, it waited for its new owners return. It didn’t know when it had become self aware or that it was unique. It didn’t know that the many acts of procreation by as many as twenty girls working in the house night after night, had finally given it some semblance of pseudo life. All that it knew was that if it concentrated hard enough it was able to influence the acts of the human beings within its walls and beyond. It understood its function. It was to provide the best environment possible for the act of procreation. As the humans that had frequented the house had once said, it was to provide the best environment possible for a good fuck. It also understood it had enemies, the women of the community around it who had brought about the closure of its doors. It had spent the last year looking for the right owner, one who could restore it to its former glory. Influencing all who entered not to buy until the handsome architect, with his newly acquired jaundiced attitude about woman had entered its rooms. The house was satisfied. Its plans could now go forward. 

John took a few days off from work and the following morning found him looking for a new bed. He had no furnishings for his new home, because he had given everything to his ex. The furniture had been in her taste anyways and he wanted a fresh start. At first, he thought he wanted just a simple bed, but as he looked, he felt unsatisfied with what he saw until in one shop he saw a magnificent king sized four-poster bed. It was way beyond his needs, but he felt compelled to buy it, providing himself with the excuse it was the perfect bed for the old house. He arranged for its delivery, and then went to the local home improvement store, pocketing a number of paint color swatches before buying the mops, brooms, buckets and cleaning products he would need immediately. 

The afternoon found him busily airing out the old place as he cleaned one of the many bathrooms and the kitchen, with which he was well pleased. He was surprised he had not looked over the place more carefully before he bought but so far, all the surprises were pleasant ones. It was an industrial kitchen, having served the needs of twenty hungry women as well as what cleaning and serving staff the house had required. It obviously had been upgraded in the last few years. Stainless steel appliances, that with a little hard work, shone pleasing him no end with their opulence. To top it off a small walk in freezer which he liked. When John returned to his small rooms that night he was well pleased with his new home. He looked forward to the delivery of the bed the following day and planned to stay in his new home that night. The following day saw him return to his cleaning interrupted only by a brief shop for groceries, which included a nice bottle of wine, and the delivery of the bed. He prepared his first meal, late in the evening, on the huge eight-burner gas stove. 

He took a final glass of wine to bed on the third floor, where he had located the four-poster bed in the further most back bedroom, and read the Architect Digest for a while, before settling in to sleep. John rested quietly for a while but then began to toss and turn as his dreams, slowly pervaded with the thoughts of women, set his mind in turmoil. They were sexy women, needy women, shapely woman with acquiescent quivering thighs, needing his attention, as they withered and thrust in his dreams. Pussy after pussy pulsed through his thoughts. Swollen pussies, large with need, pussies reddened by desire, moist pussies juicing in preparedness, dainty pussies, hairy pussies, pussies redolent with odor, filled his mind, until he awoke with a start with a raging hard-on. He masturbated furiously only partly satisfying his overwhelming need. Then he slept fitfully for the balance of the night. 

The house creaked in contentment having enjoyed the first spill of male seed in over a year. As John slept, it began to send out tentacles of influence searching for its enemies. While the night progressed, the house found who it was looking for and placed suggestions in sleeping minds that they should drop by the next day. The phone man arrived early to install the new line giving him a phone number easily remembered by the male mind, 888-6969. He considered himself lucky; it was a number he knew he’d never forget. But first, he had to give it to his mother. She would never forgive him if he did not phone her regularly and allow her to phone him. There was a pregnant pause after he recited the number to her but nothing was said. He again began work on the house but was soon interrupted by a knock at the door. A very well dressed older lady stood at the entrance. She presented him with some baking and welcomed him to the community, constantly peering around his shoulder trying to see inside the house, while she introduced herself as the local school principal. Finally, he told her he would invite her back to see the house once he had cleaned it up. After giving him her name and phone number, she reluctantly left, eliciting once again his promise to see the old house. John was unable to continue his work that day as a constant parade of women, one right after the other arrived on his doorstep. They welcomed him to the neighborhood and unvaryingly showed interest in his new home. Each would linger until he promised to show them through the place at some future time. They always left their name and phone number so that by late in the day he had a list of twenty some odd names that he had promised to invite over to see the house. 

Then just as he thought the parade had ended a Miss Phoebe Wesley, the local librarian arrived. Miss Wesley, the daughter of the Reverend Peter Wesley, now retired, had been brought up to believe that sex was sinful. Although a lovely woman in her youth, she had bittered with age, as male after male had rejected her because of her lack of interest in the more earthly pursuits. Now at forty-seven, she was an uptight miserable old maid, sharp of tongue, thin lipped, and always prepared to tsk at the least wrongdoing, bringing tears to many a young child’s eyes with her severity of manner. She arrived at the door curious to see the insides of the house she had campaigned against so vigorously. As the lead petitioner, she had spearheaded the movement against the house and now with stiff backed approval had come to see her success. 

John, taken aback by this formidable figure at his door, suddenly had a compulsion to invite her in to see the place, along with an eerie sense of sexual compatibility. He shook his head trying to ward off the sensation but it stayed with him as she crossed the threshold of the whorehouse for the first time. She still considered it a whorehouse even though this handsome young man owned it. The moment she entered, she felt a strange sensation in her loins, almost as thought the house had affected her in some strange way. “Poppycock” she said to herself as she marched further into the bowels of the house. Her nipples, unbidden hardened as further strange sensations permeated her body. John showed her the second floor, and her thingy flushed with sexual exudate wetting her panties as she climbed towards the third. John by this time was rock hard wondering why this prissy woman attracted him so. By the time she saw the big four poster, she was ready to fuck anything in sight, although she struggled with herself trying to regain some control over her now libidinous body. 

She was in heat as she turned to look at the handsome architect whose bulge in his pants portrayed his own needs. She licked her lips and her hand unconsciously strayed, to rub through her skirt, the hot wet cunt still hidden within its confines. Forty-seven years of sexual repression betrayed her. With sudden release, she threw herself into his arms driving her tongue, for the first time in her life, deep into his mouth, as her pelvis ground against the bulge in his pants. Phoebes tore at his clothes, inadvertently scratching his chest with her long fingernails, her unbridled passion consuming them both. He tore the blouse from her body, then grabbed the bra between her tits and yanked. She didn’t even feel the pain as the bra clasps released and the shoulder straps tore, exposing her tits to a man for the first time. She instinctively arched her back and presented as his mouth engulfed her smallish tit, taking it deep into his mouth. He then he eased back sucking on her nipple as she fumbled with his pants finally releasing them to the floor. One hand dove into his underwear, grasped his cock firmly, the other hand reached under her skirt and drew the crotch of her panties to one side exposing her hairy wetness. She tried to bend his cock to her pussy until finally, he grabbed her by the ass lifting her up and she inserted him into herself briefly noting the tearing sensation as he first entered her. She threw her arms around his neck mashing her naked tits against his chest, her mouth hard against his, moaning out her need. Her thighs grasped his hips, her arms pulled and she lifted then dropped. His hands, pulled her ass up, helping to provide the motion she required, trying to satisfy her needs. Her thighs and arms heaved and pulled allowing her cunt to slide up and down his shaft rubbing her clitoris until finally with one tremendous heave she allowed herself to drop so hard that his penis tip kissed her cervix as she screamed out the agony and ecstasy of her first climax. 

He threw her onto the bed and tore off his briefs. Her pussy already weeping from its loss, needed more as she lifted her ass allowing her panties, to be yanked by the crotch, from her body. Her fingers at her clit before the panties cleared her feet. Her cunt thrusting against the fingers sought further orgasmic release. He took her fingers from her. She saw the blood and wet as he put her fingers in his mouth. It was so disgustingly wonderfully dirty, sending more messages of need to her humping heaving twat. “Fuck me!” She cried “Oh God I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me. Hurry! Shove that dick in me. Oh God I need it so bad! Pleeeeeeeasse. Oh yes,” her voice quivered out, “ that’s wonderful!” 

His dick entered her once more, he now seeking his own climax. Thrusting hard and Phoebe returned each thrust. Suddenly with strength, she didn’t know she had, she flipped him onto his back and mounted him seeking control as she drove her pelvis down on his raging hard-on. Grinding, moaning, tears of joy in her eyes, she fucked for his cream, knowing instinctively it would satisfy her unnatural craving for a few moments. Her hairy pussy grinding, humping, heaving, cunt lips sucking on his shaft, sweat running down between her tits as she worked his cock for her first filling of male cum. With shudder after shudder, he sent load after load into her receptive, open body, bringing her own orgasmic quakes as she screamed her joy into the evening air. She cuddled him holding his face against her breasts as her sex now empty of his, rubbed against his abdomen spilling their commingled cum on his body. It was ridiculous but she knew she was in love, if not with him at least in love with the act itself. Her carefully guarded virginity, was now happily gone. As she lay on top of him, her tits pressed against his face, the lascivious nature she had suddenly acquired, began to stir in her loins once again. Looking down she noticed he was not yet prepared to help her with her needs. She was wrong. He noticed her starting to squirm on his body. “Would you like to be eaten?” he asked quietly. 

For a minute she did not understand what he was suggesting, not having heard that expression before, then realized he meant to give her head, and expression she had overheard several times. She worried for a moment that he might find it distasteful, but then understood if that were the case he wouldn’t have offered. The very thought of being eaten caused her pussy to weep and she replied, “Oh John if you would like to, I think I would. I’ve never been kissed down there but the very thought excites me.” 

She rolled off him, thankful for the huge bed, and spread her legs assuming a position she thought would be appropriate. He disabused her of that notion when he left the bed and taking her by the hips slid her bum to the edge. He then sat on the floor between her legs and began to kiss her inner thighs. It felt wonderfully sexy as his mouth worked from side to side slowly moving up her legs until finally he was licking the crease between leg and abdomen making her stomach shiver and clench with sensation. Just as she thought she could stand it no more his tongue penetrated her intimate folds. A man tasted her womanly syrups for the first time as she excreted more onto his tongue. He found her delicious, her creaminess somewhat mixed with his own, but nevertheless tasty. He ate with gusto. Her hips pressed her cunt against his lips until finally without movement on his part she was rubbing her clit against his tongue. He slid his hands under her soft round buttocks lifting her harder against his mouth. Her body thrust against the invading tongue. The muscles of her ass worked hard in his hands heaving her pussy upwards. Her elixir flowed. Her tensity built. She came. She moaned out her joy thrusting and heaving. He asked her to move up on the bed and roll over. He had noticed what a beautiful bum she had when he had held it and now wanted to explore it further. He lay down beside her allowing his hand to move over her sexy globes. He spread her legs a little and gently explored the base of her bum. His hand soothed her and soon both fell asleep.

She awoke at four in the morning. Startled by the fact she was in a strange bed with a warm body cuddled beside her. A strange odor filled the air, rather pleasant. Her first instinct was to run. Upon remembering the night’s events, she kissed him awake instead. Once he was awake she told him she wanted to go, not wanting to be seen leaving the house in the light of day. They inventoried her clothing, finding her skirt and panties to be fine, but her blouse was shredded and torn her bra unusable. He apologized. She accepted with a kiss explaining how much she had enjoyed her ravishment. They found her an old sweatshirt that at least covered her. It smelled strongly of him. She liked it. He kissed her at the door offering to walk her home but she declined not wanting yet to be seen in public with him. He asked her to come back whenever she wanted. Enigmatic, she did not reply as she left him, but knew in her heart she would want to see him again and again. 

The house creaked and groaned its contentment. It felt it had turned an enemy into, if not a friend, an accomplice. It had enjoyed the act of procreation within its walls making it feel useful. It felt it had unleashed within Phoebe, that which was beautiful, bringing the passion so long suppressed to the surface. It reviewed the women that had approached its owner that day recognizing each as a signatory to the petition that had closed it doors for a while. It hoped that his owner could bring the same kind of joy to them that he had brought Phoebe. The house was completely altruistic not realizing that each act of procreation within its walls brought a little more awareness, a little more ability to the old bordello.

The House Ch. 01



She bought the house on a whim. Minerva Hughes was driving through Tennessee on a much needed vacation when she spotted the house. It sat far back from the road looking as if it was begging for someone to stop and look at it. She looked at her watch and she was making good time; she would be in Memphis two hours early and decided that she had time for a quick look. Minerva drove down the gravel driveway taking note of the grounds which were surprisingly well kept. As a matter of fact, the house itself was in excellent shape. She stopped the car, got out and stretched as she looked around; it was a beautiful setting with the fruit trees and wild flowers adorning the grounds. Minerva loved the south, especially Tennessee and thought that she might retire there someday. She was already in her mid-forties and retirement was no closer than it was when she was twenty. By the time she could move here, she'd be too old to enjoy it if she continued with her goals. She had planned to have made her first million by the time she was thirty by selling real estate. It had started off well enough but then the economy went to hell and she couldn't sell a house if her life depended on it. She still hadn't given up and moved the age goal for her first million to fifty-five but it didn't look like it was going to happen then either.

Minerva walked around to the back of the house and hoped that she wasn't trespassing although she hadn't seen any signs saying that it was private property but then, that didn't necessarily mean anything. The back yard was beautifully landscaped with apple trees in bloom and various types of wildflowers. Minerva closed her eyes and envisioned herself sitting in the yard in the evenings with a glass of wine of iced tea. She could almost feel the warm evening breeze blowing across her face. She sighed and came back to reality; it was a nice daydream she thought.

She walked up to the back door and tried the handle and was surprised to find it open. "You're not in New York" she murmured to herself as she walked into the kitchen. It was every cook's dream, large with all of the modern appliances that looked like they had never been used. The house was for the most part fully furnished which made her nervous, maybe someone lived here but then she remembered the for sale sign laying on the ground in the front. She went through the house falling more in love with it with each passing moment. 

After seeing the master bedroom and bath, she was in love with the house and had to have it. She began to calculate what it would cost to move here but the big factor was going to be how much the owners were asking for the house. After taking one last look around, Minerva walked around the outside again. She stood in front of the house and imagined a couple of those rocking chairs from "cracker barrel" on the front porch. This house belonged to her she decided.

She looked at her watch surprised that she had been here for almost ninety minutes but it didn't feel like she had been there for that long. Just as she was getting back into her car a car pulled up blocking her in.

A man dressed in a suit got out and greeted her.

"Hello! I heard that there was somebody looking around the place, my name's Dwight Jackson, I'm the real estate agent handling the property." he said extending his hand.

"Hi, I'm Minerva Hughes. I was just passing through when I saw the house and decided to stop for a look. It's beautiful but it doesn't look like it's been lived in." she said.

"That's because it hasn't been at least not for long, some people from Connecticut bought it, had it all fixed up, bought all new furniture and everything and moved out after only being here for a weekend." He said, "Now they just want to be rid of it because they're paying for the upkeep and all of that."

"What happened?" she asked.

"They said that they heard things but I told them that this was an old house but they wanted out, went back to Connecticut I think.

Minerva looked around again, she wanted this house and she agreed with Dwight. Older houses did have sounds that could be unnerving to the unsuspecting but she wondered if there wasn't more to it.

"How much are they willing to sell it for?" she asked purposely not telling him that she used to sell real estate. She wanted to see if he would be honest with her although he didn't have to tell her why the real reason why the other people left.

"Well, they said that they would take forty-thousand and that includes everything that's in the house."

"Forty-thousand?" Minerva asked shocked, the house was easily worth double if not triple but she was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"How much down?" she asked already running calculations in her head. She had enough for a good down payment and had enough money to live on for a year if she was careful.

"Ten percent and they'll pay for any inspections and the closing costs." Dwight replied.

"And the furniture stays?" she asked.

"Everything stays." Dwight confirmed.

"I'll take it!" she said excitedly the rest of her vacation forgotten, Graceland would have to wait.

Dwight was taken aback by her sudden decision but quickly recovered.

"Really? Don't you need to check with your husband?" he asked.

"There is no husband and even if there were I would buy the house." Minerva replied.

There had never been a husband but she had come damned close as in the wedding was two days away close when she decided that she just couldn't do it. She didn't love him and couldn't see herself spending her life with someone that she didn't love. That had been twenty years ago and she never got that close again. She had plenty of lovers but as soon as they started talking commitment she ended it. She wanted to live her life on her terms and she supposed that if the right man turned her head she would rethink the commitment issue but so far it hadn't happened.

Minerva walked away to give Dwight some privacy while he talked to the owners. She walked around to the back again and saw a smaller house further in the back, she didn't know how she couldn't have seen it except that it was hidden behind some trees. She walked back toward it taking note of the pear and apple trees that were scattered throughout and imagined homemade apple and pear pies baking in the oven.

The little house was just as well kept as the big house and she began to wonder if at one time this wasn't a small plantation. She would ask Dwight after he was done with his phone call. Just like the big house, the door to the smaller house was unlocked. Minerva went in and looked around; it was tastefully done and would be great for company. She then had another thought; she was living with her sister and her family in New York and really didn't have much by way of furniture. There was no real reason for her to go all the way back there since the house was furnished. Any other business could be done by phone including her job. Minerva worked as an insurance claims adjuster and usually worked from home anyway and only went in for the mandatory meetings. Since it was a major company, they had to have field offices here somewhere; it was another thing to ask Dwight about.

Minerva started making a mental checklist of what she needed to do and wished that she had a sheet of paper. She could pay her niece Cynthia to pack up her things and to send them to her. That her sister would be shocked was an understatement since she had been living with her and her family for the past two years to help out with expenses and so that she Minerva could save some money, it was a very symbiotic relationship and had worked out quite well. Cynthia could help out with expenses that now since she graduated from college and managed to land a good job at a cosmetics firm and had no immediate plans to move away from home leaving Minerva free to move on. Calling her sister Diana was at the top of the list and it wasn't a call that she was looking forward to. What she was looking forward to was a house of her own and privacy.

Aaron Richards watched with interest as the woman got out of the car, another one looking to buy his house he thought grimly. The last ones had lasted only a weekend of actually living in the house, by Monday morning they were gone taking only their clothes and their brats with them. It was quite amusing watching them running out of the house as fast as they could dragging their despicable brats with them now here was another one.

Aaron followed her around the house as she went from room to room twice and knew that she was going to buy the house as soon as she saw the bathroom. The curious thing was that he wasn't objecting. There was something about her that he liked. Maybe it was because she was older, closer to his age of forty-seven, the age when he had died from a bullet wound that had become infected.

Aaron followed her around assessing her and found her attractive with her big ass and big breasts. The truth of it was that he had always found women of color attractive but it was unacceptable to admit to that during the time when he was alive and he wasn't sure about the present day. His suspicion was that things had to have changed to some degree judging from the way the white man greeted her, he watched in amazement as the white man actually shook hands with the black woman. That never would have occurred in his day at least not openly.

Aaron moved to the front of Minerva, he wanted to see her face and he wasn't disappointed. He liked the dark tone of her skin and the way her hair was fixed into all of those tiny little braids that fell just to her shoulders. She struck him as a woman who knew what she wanted and needed and wasn't afraid to try for it. Yes, this was a completely different era. In retrospect, he thought that he should have let the family with the brats stay a while longer so that he could learn something about the present day but the constant ringing of what they called cell phones drove him crazy and the sounds that they called music was horrible. The biggest shock was seeing how the woman was dressed and her husband allowed it! What man would allow his woman to go out dressed the way she was? 

The thing was he found it arousing as well as disturbing. It would be fine if she weren't going out and she dressed like that for the pleasure of her husband but she went out in public dressed like that! The tight jeans and top that barely covered her stomach made his jaw drop open and his ghostly cock jerk. In his day, there was a word for a woman like that and it wasn't complimentary.

He took stock of what Minerva was wearing; it was dress that covered most of her with the exception of her arms and legs. It was a golden yellow sundress that made her skin look delicious and he wanted to touch her to see how soft her skin was. He followed her outside and around the grounds taking in every inch of her. She was by no means small but that was of no consequence, he liked his women with some meat on them. Aaron found himself hoping that she bought the house; it would be nice to have someone else here even if she couldn't see him.

Dwight just happened to have the papers in the car with him. He would arrange for the inspections as soon as possible but Minerva was welcome to stay at the house if she wished. She seriously thought about it but her room in Memphis was already paid for and she didn't want to waste the money.

"I was on my way to Memphis for two to three days, do you think that the inspections can be done by then?" she asked.

"I don't see why not." Dwight replied, "Let's exchange phone numbers and keep in touch."

They exchanged phone numbers and went their separate ways. Aaron watched her drive off and wondered when she would be back.



Minerva sang happily with the song on the radio, she owned a home. The low asking price had her a little concerned and she wondered if there had been a murder in the home but she was fairly certain that Dwight would have said something. She popped in her blue tooth and called her sister to break the news, better to get it over with but if she was lucky, Cynthia would answer the phone. Cynthia was the polar opposite to her mother, she was calm, cool and collected whereas Diana was jittery and everything was a catastrophe. Luck was with her, Cynthia answered the phone.

"Cynthia, its me Aunt Minnie." she said, personally Minerva hated the nick name almost as much as she hated her middle name which was Alice, "I'm fine, how are things there? Good. Where's your mom? Ok I'll call her later but I wanted to talk to you first. I bought a house." she said.

There was a dead silence as Cynthia thought about what Minerva said and then a squeal of delight.

"Really? Where is it? When can we come to visit?" she asked.

"Whenever you want." she replied, "I found it in Tennessee about a two hours south of Memphis, it was a steal!" Minerva told her about the house and then what she needed to happen.

"I'm on my way out but I can have everything packed by the weekend is that soon enough?" Cynthia asked.

"That's fine." Minerva replied, "The house has a washer and dryer and I have more than enough toiletries to get by with so take your time. Oh and don't say anything to your mom, I'll tell her myself but I wanted to give you the heads up and let me know how much it's going to cost you to send my things."

Cynthia promised and set the phone down so that she could grab a pen and paper to write down the address. While she waited, Minerva tried to think if there was anything else that she might need. Her social security card and personal papers were in a safety box under the bed but she had the key. It wasn't critical that she have it now, she would have fly home sometime soon and get them and get the face to face with Diana over with.

Aaron roamed through the house. It looked so different than if did almost one hundred and fifty years ago. He looked at the appliances and wondered what they were all used for. He knew what the stove was and the refrigerator he figured out when the family was living here. The other gadgets like the blender, coffee maker and microwave were foreign to him. They sat on the counter unopened in the same places that they had been left in. He looked at the pictures on the boxes his interest piqued; maybe the woman who had bought the house would know how to use them. He was interested in seeing how they worked as well as the big pieces of equipment in the other room.

He made his way to what used to be his study. It was still a study of sorts, it had a big desk with some contraption that Frank, the man of the family called a laptop and then there were the televisions in the family room and in each bedroom. He watched with interest as men came the week before the family arrived and ran wires from the outside of the house and hooked cables to the televisions. He jumped when one of the men turned on one of the televisions and pictures appeared and then the sound. Fascinating, he thought as he watched what he heard the men say was a basketball game.

The family had been with in the house for one night when Aaron decided that they had to go. The brats played what they called music so loudly that he could hardly think and their parents allowed it. The parents weren't much better as they bickered back and forth about moving here. The woman it seemed didn't want to be here, she wanted to go back to wherever it was that they came from or move to a city like Memphis. Aaron didn't understand why the male allowed the woman to talk to him as she did. The male should have reminded the woman who was the boss but then this was a much different time. 

The house didn't quiet until well after midnight when they were all in their rooms. The next morning, the ruckus started all over. When the family left for the day to go shopping for groceries and other things, Aaron began moving things around. He went into the girls room first and looked at the CD's that she had been playing the night before. He frowned, what kind of parents would allow a child to listen to such trash? He wondered as he looked at the CD case. He dropped the CD on the floor and crushed it by squeezing his hand into a tight fist. He looked around her room which she had managed to unpack, at least she was neat he thought as he tore things out of her closet and threw them on the floor. The drawers were next and then he stripped the bed and tossed everything to the floor.

The boy's room was next and then the parent's room. In the bedside table, he found some interesting pieces of equipment. Three of them were fashioned after a man's cock each a different size; he raised his eyebrows and wondered why a woman would have such things if she had a real man with a cock unless he didn't know how to please her with it. He dumped the drawer onto the floor and saw a few more pieces of equipment that he couldn't identify and had no idea of how they would be used. The bottom drawer had more of the same things but these hadn't been opened and there was a stash of what he knew to be batteries next to them. He wondered if the woman moving in would know about these things.

Aaron spent the next hour going from room to room either moving things or ransacking it; the family came home just as he finished in what they called the living room.

The woman, Joan was the first to come in, she stood frozen as she took in the kitchen and then she screamed. Frank, her husband ran into the kitchen.

"What in the hell is the matter now?" he demanded and then he looked around the kitchen and swore softly. 

Aaron watched with amusement as the brats, Frankie and Amber came in next.

"Everyone outside! They might still be here." Frank yelled as he took out his cell phone and called the police.

It seemed to take forever until someone showed up. Frank told the officer about the break in and then waited while he went inside.

"Whoever did this is gone, you can come in and see what's missin but they sure left you a mess."

The kids each went to their rooms and reported nothing missing but that all of their CD's were broken and their rooms were trashed. Frank and Joan reported nothing missing from their room but like the kid's room their room was trashed but nothing was missing. Even Joan's expensive jewelry was all there but was scattered across the room. More embarrassing however, was some of her toys were tossed on the bed and on the floor. Joan's face turned beet red when she realized that the deputy had to have seen them.

"Anything missing?" he asked from behind her.

Joan didn't miss the knowing look in his eyes as he asked the question.

"No, nothing." she replied.

"Maybe it was some kids looking for somethin to do, if you see anything call me back." He handed Frank a card after having him sign the report.

The house was silent as the family went about cleaning up the mess. Aaron had thought that they would just pack up and go but Frank the husband refused.

"We're staying!" he said, "we've put a lot of money into this and we agreed..."

"I didn't agree to anything!" Joan said as she threw her toys back into the drawer, "you made the decision without asking any of us what we thought." 

Frank rolled his eyes and walked away. He wasn't in the mood to argue with her tonight, he was tired, hungry and thirsty and the kitchen was a disaster area. He started to clean up the mess figuring that Joan needed some time alone and cleaning up the kitchen might make her happy.

Aaron watched Frank clean up the mess and laughed to himself, the man was pussy whipped. What he needed to do was go back upstairs and throw his woman on the bed and fuck her into submission, that's what he would do, what he had done when he was alive and had a wife. She was mouthy just like this one and that was alright to a point but then she forgot who was the man and who the woman was expressing views that a woman shouldn't be discussing in public.




The House Ch. 01



He remembered that night vividly. They were getting ready to go a party that was celebrating the secession of the state of Tennessee; he even remembered the date, May 6, 1861. He and his wife Clara had discussed the ramifications of the secession between them, she was all for it telling him that the Negroes were meant to be enslaved, he disagreed but didn't say so.

"That's why the good lord put them here." she said as she dressed for the party. Aaron didn't reply because he didn't agree with her or the lunacy about leaving the union. Before they left, he warned her.

"I will thank you to keep your views to yourself, I have no desire to spend the evening defending or agreeing with your position."

Clara looked at him with her lovely green eyes and said, "Why Aaron, you sound a little like a traitor, I would be careful if I was you."

For some reason, the statement hit him wrong and he chose that moment to address who was the head of the household. He had never wanted to marry her, it was a marriage of convenience his because he needed a wife since his had died several years before but not hers, it was a match made in financial heaven, her father was a greedy bastard. Aaron didn't even like her, her voice was high pitched and she never shut up about anything but she was the best of all of the available choices.

"Clara, I'm not asking you but telling you to keep your mouth shut tonight." he said evenly.

Clara spun around her eyes filled with anger, "you can't tell me what I can and can't say!" she retorted.

"As your husband, I can but let's discuss my rights as your husband while we're at it. Just how stupid do you think I am? Do you think for one minute that I believe that you are having your time whenever I make advances? You forget that I have been married before and I am well aware of how a woman's body operates. We have been in this damned marriage for four months and we have yet to consummate it. Now why is that?" he asked.

Aaron noted with satisfaction that Clara had paled and that her mouth for once had failed her.

"Well?" he asked as he advanced on her. Aaron towered over her petite five foot frame with his six feet four inch frame and waited for an answer, "are you having your time now?" he asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." Clara replied finding her tongue, "and I find this conversation distasteful." she added and turned away.

"Here's the problem as I see it." Aaron said, "I haven't touched a woman since I agreed to marry you, by all rights I could just take you whether you liked it or not so I'm going to give you a choice; either you submit to me as my wife or I take it whether you are on your time or not. Choose."

Clara froze, she didn't want to be touched by him any more than she wanted to be married to him but she saw no way out. In all honesty she knew that he wasn't buying the excuses about it being her time but she continued to use the excuse but now it would work no longer.

"After the party..."

"Now." Aaron demanded.

"But, we're expected." Clara replied weakly.

Aaron laughed, "We'll just give them one of the many excuses that you give me when I try to get what I am entitled to. Now take off your dress, I wouldn't want it to be ruined."

Clara swallowed hard and silently cursed her father for making her marry this man. It wasn't that he wasn't attractive, he was. All of the other women swooned whenever they saw him but not her. It didn't matter that he was tall with dark brown hair and eyes or that when he smiled he had the most adorable dimples or that he and his family was wealthy, she didn't love him any more than he loved her but yet they were expected to live in marital bliss.

Clara slowly removed her gown with her back towards him but left on the underclothes.

"Take all of it off; I want to see what you look like without all of the trappings." Aaron said thoroughly enjoying the fact that she wasn't talking.

When she was naked as he wanted, he made her turn to face him and he was utterly disappointed. He wished that he had left well enough alone. Under all of those clothes was a woman who had decent sized breasts but the nipples were almost non existent. How was a child supposed to nurse from those? He wondered and then he wondered about himself, he loved sucking on the nipples of whatever woman he happened to be with, the bigger the better as far as he was concerned. His gaze wandered from her breast to her flat stomach taking note of her bony hips and he wondered if she would be able to carry a child. His manhood didn't react until his eyes rested on the mound between her legs.

"Tonight you will submit to me as a wife should, you will obey me and you will learn to control your tongue is that understood?" he asked.

Clara nodded her head in defeat and wished that she was anywhere except for where she was.

Aaron was gentle with her; he had no desire to hurt her. He only wanted what he was entitled to as her husband but after tonight he doubted that he would ever touch her again. Clara lay on the bed softly crying, she had never been with a man before and this wasn't the man that she wanted to be with. The man that she wanted was according to her father unacceptable simply because he didn't come from money but then neither did they, they were one of the new rich and when she pointed that out to her father, it earned her a slap across the face.

Aaron didn't bother trying to comfort her, she was determined to be miserable and not to enjoy at least the physical part of their marriage. He tried to kiss her but she turned her head exposing her neck to him. Aaron didn't know of any woman who didn't enjoy being kissed on the neck and Clara was no exception. He felt her react even though she didn't want to.

"Good, now relax." he murmured against her neck before he licked it and then sucked on it. Against her will, Clara moaned. He trailed his kisses to her breast and took a tiny nipple into his mouth and sucked on it once. When Clara arched her back toward him, he realized that although they were tiny they were quite sensitive. He took the other breast in his and teased the nipple until it was a tiny hard point while he continued to suck and tease the other with his mouth. 

Clara was still crying because of the way her body was betraying her and she was betraying the one that she loved but she couldn't help it, the things he was doing to her nipples with his mouth felt good but it couldn't happen again. She would learn to control her tongue if it meant that he would stay out of her bed and her but then an idea hit her, if she could make him spend himself then he wouldn't be able to take her in the way that he was planning to. Maybe she could preserve that part of her. She couldn't believe that any part of the disgusting conversations that she had listened to over the years would actually prove to be useful. 

While Aaron sucked on her nipples and stroked between her legs, Clara reached down and took his cock into her hand and began to rub it the way she remembered her friends describing. She felt Aaron tense with surprise and then relax as she wrapped a hand around him as far as it would go. Even though she had never actually seen him naked because she was always in bed before him and kept her eyes closed, she knew that he was large down there. She had seen him erect in the mornings when he first got up, the front of his sleeping gown was always tented out in the front. She could only hope that because he was so much older than she was that he would spend quickly and fall asleep.

Aaron moaned as Clara's strokes became faster and firmer. He thrust into her hand increasing the friction until he released into her hand but not before he lightly bit on her nipple sending shocks to her core as he pressed against her throbbing nub. Clara experienced her first orgasm with a mixture of emotions, shame because she cried out in pleasure, embarrassment because she liked it and anger because she experienced it with a man that she didn't love. Aaron came just after Clara did but continued to thrust in her hand.

What Clara didn't know was that he knew exactly what she was doing he just didn't stop her. To her absolute horror and surprise, Aaron stretched out on top of her and nudged her legs apart with his knees.

"Wh... What are you doing?" she asked.

"Consummating our marriage, after this you will remember who the head of this household is." he replied as he began to push into her virgin opening.

"Aaron please it hurts!" she objected.

"It won't for long." He said as he pushed until he met resistance. He gave one hard push and felt her maidenhead give way and stopped.

Clara was appalled as Aaron bent down and kissed her neck as he pumped in and out of her. She lay as stiff as a board not moving even when he was finished and left her lying naked on the bed. She said a silent prayer that there would be no child from this and she added the prayer that he would never touch her again.

After that night, Clara became the dutiful wife and Aaron never touched her again.

"Yes" Aaron whispered, "you need to go fuck her until she knows that you're the boss." 

Aaron left the kitchen and went upstairs to see what the brats were doing. The girl had most of her room cleaned up and the boy was making progress on his. The woman Joan had most of the mess in the bedroom cleaned up and was sitting on the bed wearing only her undergarments. He watched fascinated as she took one of the objects that was shaped like a cock and turned it on. 

Joan stood up and locked the door; she didn't want Frank interrupting her with his pleading to watch. This was just for her; she would feel so much better after she came. She turned on the television and upped the volume before returning to the bed and lying back on it.

Aaron stood in the corner watching as Joan took off her underwear and then her bra. His cock stood at attention straining against his pants as he watched her lick the end of the object and then run it across her large erect nipples with a soft moan. In all of his years he had never witnessed a woman pleasing herself and he liked what he was seeing so far. He wondered if the woman who bought the house pleasured herself as this one was doing. He took his cock out and began to slowly stroke it as he watched the show taking place in front of him. He didn't worry about leaving any evidence, there wouldn't be any. Even though he could still orgasm there wouldn't be any semen just the sensation of it leaving his body which in his opinion was even more pleasurable than the real thing.

His eyes widened as Joan pushed something that made the fake cock hum faster and then louder. He gave his cock a hard squeeze when she pushed the cock into her as far as it would go and began to pump it in and out going faster and faster until her hips were raised off of the bed and she was moaning and pumping her hips erratically.

She was coming Aaron realized as he stroked himself harder and faster until he released his non existent seed. He left Joan lying on the bed trying to catch her breath after her orgasm and went outside. As much as he had enjoyed what he had just witnessed, it was time for them to go. By the end of that weekend, the family was gone unable to deal with the sounds of the house and the missing personal objects showing up in strange places. That had been two months ago, no one else had come to the house until the woman two days ago.

The house was empty again except for the occasional inspector. Now all he could do was wait for the woman who bought his house to come back. As he did he reminisced about the past.

Soon after that night with Clara, Aaron joined the confederate army. Not that he agreed with the south but out of a sense of duty. Since he was wealthy and had his own horse he was a commissioned officer of the Calvary a fact that made Clara proud although she secretly wished that he wouldn't come back alive. Ever since that night, she hated him almost as much as she hated herself.

When he left, he gave Clara a perfunctory kiss on the cheek and rode off without a backwards glance. The slaves that he had owned and freed the evening before his departure got a far warmer goodbye than she did. She didn't care though, he was gone. She could stop walking around on eggs shells wondering when he would demand what he was entitled to as her husband.

Aaron like everyone else believed that the war would be short and that he would be home in a matter of weeks. When he returned he was going to send Clara back home to her parents, he would even say that her virtue was intact and that the issue had been his, he didn't want to spend the rest of his life with a woman that he never loved and who very obviously didn't love him. 

The days became weeks and the weeks became months before people on either side realized that this wasn't going to be a short war. 1862 was fast approaching and neither side was giving in. By this time, Aaron and his men were in back in Tennessee after spending the fall in Alabama. Thus far he hadn't lost too many men but it was still too many. The South didn't have the men or the resources of the north and that included transportation, medicine, food and ammunition. The winter was coming and many of his men didn't even have shoes let alone blankets. Using his own money, he outfitted his men. It cost a pretty penny since the price of everything had gone up but he did it and in return he had men who would be loyal to him until the bitter end. In his heart of hearts Aaron already knew how this war was going to end and mourned the loss of life that would occur. He hoped that his own life wasn't one of them. From time to time he wondered about Clara and hoped that she was safe with her family, just because he didn't like her didn't mean that he wanted any harm to come to her. He also knew that all of her problems would be solved if he died but that wasn't going to happen if he could help it.

Aaron was pulled from his memories when he heard a car pull up in front of the house. She was back.



The House Ch. 01



Chapter 1: Welcome Home

Author's note - this story series is a fantasy of non-consent, including rape and kidnapping of a woman by many men and in many orifices. Stay away if these are triggers for you, and enter joyously if these are your turnons. Luckily, a thorough embrace and enjoyment of these fantasies doesn't in any way endorse or imply approval of them in reality. If, after a wank to the happily crafted and entirely imaginary perversions below, you feel like doing some good in the world to alleviate such shitty realities, throw a couple bucks towards rainn.org and/or endhumantrafficking.org. Regardless, please enjoy!

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It doesn't matter where exactly the house is, or how it came to serve its current purpose. It only matters that it exists, and it serves. As does one of its seven inhabitants, at any given time, in just about any given way.

It's a beautiful old house, three stories tall, in a quiet neighborhood, surrounded completely by a tall, wrought iron fence that's lined by a nearly opaque, impeccably maintained boxwood hedge. The fence and hedge even line the driveway, with only a single gate penetrating the perimeter. Several graceful old trees - willow, birch, oak - loom their stately heads from the front and back yards, though their branches are kept carefully pruned well up the trunks. A practiced eye might infer that the owners are both energy and security conscience, as the windows have all been replaced with brand-new, double-pane affairs - most of which are kept covered with heavy blinds almost all the time. Signs for a state of the art security system are posted unobtrusively but obviously near the driveway and the gate, which itself has not one but two locks. Less visibly, all the exterior walls have been carefully, heavily insulated, and a set of cameras and motion sensors keep watch on the perimeter of the property.

The six nice young men who appear to be the houses' entire number of occupants come and go, on different but normal enough schedules - some clearly work weekdays, some work evenings, some weekends, and one occasionally works graveyard shifts, though all seem to be home on Tuesday and Friday evenings. All six are unfailingly friendly and polite to their neighbors - waving and exchanging amiable conversation when they encounter someone while retrieving mail (the locking mailbox is just outside the front gate), driving carefully and slowly for children and pets in the road, and generally following all the rules of propriety expected by their community. At least a couple of them are sure to attend the regular neighborhood barbeques, meetings, and so on. The town is not a large one, but it's not small enough to find the idea of a group of unrelated young people living together particularly odd; when any of the housemates are asked about their relation to one another, they simply smile and relate that they are good friends, and have been for years. Parties seem to be held in the house from time to time, in that additional cars will park nearby - always legally and carefully - and disgorge additional respectful, handsome young men who enter the house in the early evening and leave at some point after all the neighbors have gone to bed, but these affairs never give cause for complaint - no booming music or loud shouting, no drunken antics in the street, no revving engines in the middle of the night. The house and its grounds - what little can be seen of them - are kept in excellent condition. The only thing that could possibly be noted as odd - other than the utter lack of oddity from a house inhabited by half a dozen men in their mid to late twenties - is the fact that none of the neighbors, if asked, would ever be able to recall seeing a woman enter or leave the house at any time. 

Which is not to say that there are no such comings and goings. Only that they aren't visible.

About every six months, and always on a Tuesday, an unseen pick-up takes place, followed by a similarly unseen delivery. One of the two cars shared by the group of young men - eco-friendly, indeed! - will arrive home, at a perfectly normal time such as 5:30 in the evening. The car pulls into the garage. Fifteen minutes later, that car will depart - must run to the store for milk, perhaps? Another thirty minutes go by, and that car returns, followed shortly thereafter by the other vehicle. Both pull into the garage. The garage door closes.

Both drivers emerge from their cars. Almost inevitably, the driver of the second car is Evan - medium height, powerfully built - he lifts, probably?, with lovely, pale hair that speaks of Scandinavian ancestry. He likes to joke that his ancestors must have been Vikings. He's nicely dressed, clean jeans, a tastefully patterned button-up shirt - looks like he came straight from work, though today that isn't the case - he made a stop on the way home. He opens his trunk.

The driver of the other car - the first car home, which has returned twice now - is usually Eric, whose graceful frame and almost delicate features - half Japanese, it looks like? - bely a powerful set of muscles, built over years of playing soccer and basketball. He may still be sweaty from practice, still clad in jersey and shorts. He steps up to the other side of the open trunk, and with Evan, helps lift a long, heavily wrapped bundle from the trunk. Carefully, carefully, they carry the bundle together to the back door - which is opened from the inside. 

The bundle is carried into the living room and placed in the center of the floor. All the blinds are up. Some classic rock is playing a a moderate volume - not anywhere near enough to annoy the neighbors, or to make conversation in the room particularly difficult, but enough to cause any sounds made in the room to blend together with the music into an inaudible blur from the outside. Not that many sounds would make it past the insulation, extra thick windows and double-weight blinds, the yard, and the hedge. But there's always a little extra risk, right at this time.

The other inhabitants of the house are already here, waiting. Jacob, whose round, olive complected face and soft brown curls have regularly been called "adorable" by neighbor women in their thirties, is reclining on the couch, a beer in hand and a smile on his face. He's still a little sweaty from work, his jeans and his shirt a little dirty from the site he works at. Drew, on the other hand, has not sweated all day, having spent most of it in his office upstairs online, banging out code for a variety of freelance security projects. His ebony-dark face is expressionless, as it often is, but he's cleaning his glasses - the rest of the boys know he wants to see what happens next as clearly as possible. 

Leon is the picture of corporate culture, still in suit and tie, his dark hair only a little mussed - since he's gotten home and settled in the recliner with his own brew, he's allowed himself to indulge his eager/nervous habit of fussing with it. And it's brown-skinned, brown-haired Michael who pulls the knife out of the pocket of his khakis, grinning as he crouches down and slits through three layers of canvas to reveal their new prize.

"Oh, nice tits!" is the first thing out of his mouth. Evan nods and gestures for Michael to step back as he kneels down in front of the girl. Her breasts are, in fact, quite large - probably triple-D. The last girl was a B cup, and the girl before an A, so everyone had decided it was time to have something more substantial to play with.

Her face is twisted with panic - breath coming sharply through her nose. Shoulder length red hair - someone had requested red hair, too, and Drew had found a match - tumbles around her face, sweaty and tangled. She's no doubt been struggling inside the canvas, especially as the air got worse inside the layers of cloth, crammed in the trunk. But not one of the girls had passed out from the journey, yet, though everyone agreed that might present its own set of fun. Duct tape, of course, covered her mouth, and behind it a perforated ball was stuffed inside, forcing her jaw wide (while preventing her from choking on her own tongue - fainting was one thing, death would certainly spoil the game). Her hands are tied behind her back - which makes her boobs even more prominent - and her feet are tied together too. She's wearing a cute top - a green thing that shows some nice cleavage - and a knee length black skirt, with tights underneath. She struggles, manages to flip herself onto her stomach, and now her butt is up in the air, skirt slipping. Eric's staring at it, grinning. "Nice ass, too."

"Just hold the fuck on, asshole." Evan retorts, grabbing her shoulder and shoving her back over so she's face up. He gives her left cheek a hard slap, just to make sure she's looking at him. Time for the spiel.

"Welcome to our house. You're going to be our fucktoy for the next six months, as well as our housecleaner, cook, and whatever the fuck else we tell you to do. No one is going to look for you. Drew -" and Eric gestured to the slender black man, who makes no visible acknowledgement - "has done a lot of research on you and we know for sure not a soul is going to notice you're missing." The panic in her eyes jumps an order of magnitude - how can they know enough about her to know this?

"You belong to us until we let you go. I'd threaten to kill you if you fuck up too much, but instead I'm going to tell you that while Drew was doing research - he's really good with computer shit - he's also gotten every single piece of information about you and your living relatives - who you almost never talk to, but you might care about - or not, whatever. In any case, he's got enough that he can fuck up your life and theirs - you'll never get another job, they'll find themselves in crushing credit card debt - hell, he can make you into a convicted fucking felon if he feels like it. By some miracle of god you get out of here, you'll be in prison within 24 hours and you can get raped there for the next 20 years instead of here for the next six months. 

"You following me? Do you understand? Are you going to be a good little bitch for us?"

She looks around - surrounded. Eric's already stroking his cock through his exercise shorts - that started as soon as she flipped her ass in the air. Jacob's gone ahead and unzipped his jeans, though he's still sitting, sipping. While the rest of them aren't there yet, there's not a pair of pants in the room that isn't showing an erection, not a pair of eyes in the room with the barest ounce of sympathy. 

But she doesn't nod, and while she looks freaked out, she looks pissed off, too. She hasn't really taken it in - which, hey, that's okay for now. It's not fun if they give up too soon - the last girl was in tears by this point and it really took some of the joy out of this night, the first night. 

Michael stands up and heads briefly into the kitchen, returning with six straws.

"You can try to fight now - in fact, if you want to be a bitchy little bitch for the next couple of days, that just makes it funnier for us. We'll have you broken down by Saturday morning, I expect." Michael is pulling his knife back out, taking three of the straws and cutting them slightly short. Leaving the girl in the middle of the floor - her name is Kari, which they all know, given that they have everything from her social security number to her birth certificate on Drew's harddrive - all the boys stand up, circling around Michael, who has taken over talking with a clear sense of lewd joy.

"So here's how it's going to work tonight. Three short straws, three long straws. Three of us are gonna fuck you tonight, so you can start learning what it feels like to be our little whore, but not so much that we wear you out. We'll go one at a time, nice and easy, though the others might... help... a little, if they feel so inclined. First one to draw a short straw gets to pick which hole he wants, but he fucks last. Last short straw gets whatever's left, but fucks first. Drew, mister matchmaker, why don't you draw first?" 

Drew reaches in, draws a straw. Long. He steps back, sits down, still impassive.

"He works from home, you know, so he'll be helping keep an eye on you all day tomorrow. I don't feel too bad for him. Driver Eric? Your draw?"

Eric reaches in, his slanted eyes narrowing further as his hand hovers above the bunch. "Dropoff was a pain in the ass this time. I better get a fuckin' straw." He plucks - and draws a short straw.

"Ass." Eric states it immediately eagerly, at the same time the rest of the men echo it knowingly. Kari shifts, still pissed, but nervousness starting to take hold again. It's hard to keep her rage up with all of them standing there, acting like this is... normal, with her body being bartered up like a piece of meat.

"Driver Evan?"

"Why don't you all go ahead?" Evan smiles, stepping back. "I'll take the last straw."

"Leon?" Running one hand through his hair, he looks away and reaches in - a long straw.

"Jacob?" The curly-haired man squints - it would be cute in another situation - and pulls out a short straw. Grinning, he drains his beer and heads to the kitchen to grab another, straw in hand, dropping his empty bottle on the coffee table. "Cunt," he calls, from the other room.

"All right Evan, it's me or you." Michael holds up the final two straws, and draws one. Long. Sighs.

"Driver karma... sorry Michael, but I felt it coming on." Evan smiles knowingly. "Guess I get to fuck that pretty mouth, if we can get it open long enough."

The rest of the room settles in as Evan kneels down next to Kari, still smiling. "Kari... that's your name, right? Kari, there's a thing you should know about me. I really like making people hurt. It's fun for me. Michael, can I borrow your knife?" The instrument is passed over, flipped out. Evan watches her eyes get bigger and she tries to curl up into a ball, rolling onto her side. He pushes her onto her back - her hands trapped under her - and sits down on top of her, holding her down, his crotch on her belly. She holds still, obviously in pain, but watching the knife carefully.

"I also really like getting my cock sucked." Evan slips the knife into the v-neck of her shirt and cuts down, opening it up, exposing the bra beneath - a black, lacy thing with modest coverage, but ever so slightly see-through. He pokes at where one of her nipples is and pushes in, hard, with a twisting motion. 

"I could torture your tits a bit, and then once the nipples are nice and sore, I can hold them and fuck between your tits." He pinches her nipple, hard, through the fabric, and pulls up - loosening his grip just a little to let the nipple fall back down while keeping the fabric pulled up. Using the knife, he cuts off the bit of bra fabric he's holding, exposing her nipple - nice, pink, cute and small. He likes little nipples - they tend to be more sensitive. 

Repeating the pinch and trim trick on the other side, he continues. "Or I could just rip off that duct tape and shove my cock down your throat. That sounds nice too. It's kind of tough. I don't think you'd be such a dumb bitch as to bite, since then I'd just cut you somewhere that would really hurt." He touches the tip of the knife to her exposed areola, dragging the tip across her skin. Pauses - pokes it, slightly, enough to dimple the skin, not quite enough to puncture. Moves the tip to her nipple - directly above. Presses it down, depressing her nipple into her breast, threatening to cut - but pulling back just before her skin parts. His cock has been stiffening ever more as he does this.

"I think I've made my point - yes, very funny." He stands up, grabs her hair and pulls her to her knees. Folding the knife with an easy, practiced smoothness, he tosses it to Michael and reaches down, ripping off the duct tape on her mouth. Reaching between her teeth, he pulls out the ball - she is gasping, coughing, but he swiftly unzips his fly, pulls out his cock, and, still firmly gripping her hair, shoves his cock into her mouth. She chokes, but he keeps pushing - her throat is dry from the gag, but he likes it rough, and she's swallowing frantically. 

He pulls back out, looks down at her face as she gasps, and then pushes back in, the head of his cock banging against the back of her throat. "Don't worry, I won't make you suck if you don't want to. I'm just going to fuck your face." He pulls her head back, slightly, then slams it forward, pushing, feeling her gag. "I'm going down this time, though." He bends his knees slightly, pulling her hair, forcing his cock down, feeling her gagging massage his cock. He holds there for a minute, watching carefully as she struggles without air - she starts to wriggle, pulling against his grip, but he reaches down his other hand and grabs another fistful of her hair, holding her in place, nose right at his pubes. 

Just before she passes out, he pulls her back, lets her breathe, coughing again. Then he simply starts fucking her - holding her head in place, and thrusting his cock into her throat, deep strokes, gaining speed.

The rest of the group is watching, all bearing expressions of fascination, most with their cocks out, masturbating as they watch - except for Drew, who sits, staring intently but with no expression or motion.

Again, and again. Pulling his cock out, fucking it back in, feeling her choke, pulling it back, forcing it into her throat. Faster, each time bottoming out with her lips at the base of his cock.

His balls jump - he gives a final deep thrust, dumping his cum deep in her throat, leaving his cock in as she tries to swallow. Then withdrawing, watching as she coughs and slumps to her side.

"My turn!" Jacob jumps up. He's got his fresh beer in hand, cold from the fridge - but the lid's still on. As he stands up, he carries it over, grabbing his empty bottle as well. He kicks her shoulder, knocking her onto her back. Setting the two bottles - one cold, still capped, one empty - next to her, he squats down, grabs her knees, and forces them apart. Revealing a dark stain between her legs.

"This bitch pee herself?" He asks the room. 

"I bet she's horny! Like a good throat fuck, huh, you slut?" Michael crows from the couch. She says nothing, looking away. Jacob rubs his fingers over the spot, smells it.

"Got it in one. This ain't piss, that's for sure." He easily rips open her tights at the crotch, puling open a wide hole to expose a simple pair of black panties. Pushing them aside, he rakes his fingers through her pussy lips, pushing them around, squishing at her cunt. "She is soaked! This makes it all easy!"

Kari can see his erection straining to get free, and expects unzipping to come next. But instead, he reaches down - to the empty bottle.

"I have a favorite thing too, Kari. I really like putting stuff in girl's holes. I mean, penis is great, but seeing other stuff in there is almost better." He lifts the bottle, placing the base over the area of her cunt, pushing down, twisting it - not trying to push it in, not yet. Just rubbing it, sliding it around, using it to push her panties back aside as they try to slip back into place.

"Jesus, Jacob, don't fuckin' stretch her all out before any of the rest of us get to fuck her cunt." "Seriously, don't put the wide part in her. You'll ruin her for the next few days." Michael and Leon both complain.

Jacob keeps rubbing the bottle bottom around, pressing the edges on her pussy lips, nudging them open. His other hand goes to his fly, at last, unzipping, pulling his cock out, rubbing it. "I wasn't gonna fuck her with the bottom yet. I just like... looking at it, rubbing her. Thinking about it."

"I have something better for right now. It won't stretch her out so bad but it'll make her fuck better for the rest of you." Jacob pulls the empty bottle away, sets it on the ground. Then he picks up the other bottle - cold. Capped. He touches the bottle to the inside of her thigh and she jolts, trying to get away from the cold, fearing the edges of the cap.




The House Ch. 01



Evan laughs. "I can get behind that. If that's how you wanna do your cunt fucking, I won't complain - I'm just gonna make sure I fuck her first thing in the morning while she's still fresh off this."

Kari presses her legs shut, and Jacob frowns - one hand for the bottle, one hand on his cock. "Hands here, buddies?" Michael and Leon both hop off the couch, each grabbing one of her knees, forcing them back apart even as she tries to squirm away.

Jacob grabs the thick part of the bottle, points the capped end at her cunt. Her panties have slipped back into place, so he uses the end to push them just enough aside. He nuzzles the cap around, rubbing the sharp edges on her pussy lips, dragging it around. She cries out, then again as he lets go of his cock, reaches up, and finds her clit. He rubs it, back and forth, rhythmically, watching her pussy get wetter, and then holds the hood back. He drags a sharp point of the lid across her nub, watches her shudder.

He lets go of her clit hood, reaches down, and grinds his palm across her pussy, getting it wet. He peels back her pussy lips, opening her up, pausing, just looking inside, as Michael and Leon do the same from their up close vantage point.

Then he puts his wet hand back onto his cock, slick and shiny with her juice, and brings up the bottle. Aims the end into her dripping, open cunt. He just pushes it a little way in, at first - and turns the bottle, back and forth. She gasps and cries out again as the edges cut into the sensitve flesh just inside her cunt. He moves the bottle in circles, opening her hole up wider, staring raptly at the cap as it rubs her inner flesh. His hand is stroking faster on his cock now, the head leaking pre-cum mixed with the lubricant from her pussy.

Finally, he lines up the bottle in the center of her cunt, and pushes - fast, sharp, and cold. Buries the neck of the bottle in her, gripping his cock ever tighter. She's squirming, yelping, trying to get away, but he holds it in. It's obvious he wants to push farther, but Michael and Leon are right there, looking with a mix of horniness and warning. So he twists it around again - scratching more, deeper. Pushes down on it, forcing the sharp lip up into the top of her cunt - then pulls up, pushing the lid down, the back of her cunt, and she can feel the pressure in her ass, the thin wall of flesh separating the two channels being rubbed by the rough edges of the cap.

Then he pulls the bottle out, cap at the entrance, and slides it back in - starts fucking her with it. Pulling the cold neck all the way out, teasing her entrance with the cap, and then burying it up her cunt - starting with slow strokes, changing the angle slightly each time so as to scratch a slightly different part of her cunt. 

Leon keeps one hand on her knee, but releases the other, reaching down to fondle his cock through his pants. Michael, instead, reaches one hand up to grab an exposed nipple, pinching it, pulling her breast, digging his fingernails in it. "You dirty bitch," he mutters, staring back and forth from her tit to her pussy. "Fucking whore. We're gonna fuck you up. Fuck her. Fuck her fucking cunt. Scratch her fucking pussy so it bleeds when we rape her tomorrow. Fuck her up hard." His cock twitches as he talks. Evan, anticipating what comes next, stands up and turns up the stereo.

Jacob doesn't hear any of it. His focus is completely on the bottle and her cunt, the wet sounds coming from it as he fucks the bottle in and out, the way the come oozes around the neck. He's moving the bottle faster now, his hand moving on his cock in time to the thrusts. He pulls the bottle all the way out, holding a little bit away, watching the sticky strands dripping from it, then slams it back in. She lets out a full on scream, shuddering, and he does it again - pulling it out, then ramming it in. Then quick, sharp, thrusts, fucking the bottle hard, twisting it, aiming the sharp cap at different angles again, and she sobs and swears as she feels the inside of her cunt being torn. His hand is a blur on his cock as he rapes her with the cold, sharp-capped bottle.

Drew sits up, unzipping his pants sharply, pulls out his cock, and starts rubbing it with the rest of them. His eyes are fixed on her face as she screams.

Jacob lets out a guttural groan, slamming the bottle into her one last time as he starts to come. His first shot of cum splatters across the inside of her thighs, white splotches on her tights. He pulls the bottle out sharply - one last nasty twist, and drops it on the floor as his second shot goes up, onto her belly. He grabs quickly, yanking her pussy lips apart, holding her cunt open, and aims his third shot into her reddened hole, her soft skin marked with countless tiny scratches from the cap. She lets out another cry as his cum hits, feeling it hot, burning in her cuts. Just the site of his own cum spraying into her open cunt pulls a final shot out of him, falling across her lips and into the open, gaping hole of her abused cunt.

He releases her pussy lips and drops back, sitting on the floor, panting. Michael and Leon release her lega and she curls up, rolling onto her side and sobbing quietly.

"That was pretty fucking hot," Michael groans, his cock board straight. "You really fucked up her cunt, fuck man... what a fucking whore, she probably coulda come just getting raped by a fucking bottle... fuck... ah, aw, fuck - " He grabs his cock, and it only takes two strokes and he comes as well, shooting his load wide above her - one, two, three spurts, falling into her hair, across her side, dripping down across her back. She just curls up tighter, closing her eyes.

"That _was_ pretty fucking hot. I'll give it to you." Evan adds from his seat near the stereo. The others nod - even Drew, who has zipped his cock back up.

"And she's gonna fuck like a virgin tomorrow." Jacob said, his breathing back under control. "I made sure I got her just about everywhere I could get with that lid." He reaches down, picks up the bottle, holds it up "Yep, even got a bit of a blood on there. Thought I probably did on those last few." 

"You gonna drink that beer?" Michael asks, wiping off his cock.

"Fuck yeah. That's why we have the cold beer steins in the freezer, right? I'm gonna keep this cap, though..." Jacob takes both the full and empty beer bottles and heads into the kitchen.

"Soooo, speaking of virginity..." Eric bounces up off the couch, eager. "Hey bitch! Bitch Kari!"

She doesn't respond, curled in on herself, angry and hurting.

"Bitch, you ever had anything up your ass before? Do I get to pop your anal cherry? Because I love doing that. Bitch? Bitch? You hear me?" Eric circles her, calling. Finally, he aims a kick square at her kidney - she screams again, twisting in her ropes.  

"No, you motherfucker. I've never had anything up my ass. I hope your cock falls off and you die." Comes the response, a few moments later, as she catches her breath.

"Cool. Let's do this." He reaches down, grabs her by the rope binding her hands, and drops her facedown on the floor. Kneeling down next to her, he slides a hand under her abdomen, pulls her so her ass is up in the air, her face on the floor. 

"Lube?" He calls over his shoulder, and someone throws a pump bottle over. He catches it easily, squirting some out into his palm, rubbing his fingers in it.

"So if you wanna make it hurt less, you can push back, that'll help. Your call though, feels good to me either way. Just gotta loosen you up a little..." And he slides a finger into her asshole, quickly. She gasps, feeling the cold lube, the intrusion. "Fuck!" she swears.

"Pretty much." He pulls the one finger out, and this time slides two in.

"Ahhhh! God damn it!"

"Oh, come on. This isn't as bad as what you just went through. I could let Jakob at you again! He likes putting crazy shit up assholes just as much as up pussies - maybe more. You want that? Want a nice bottle up your ass?"

She goes silent, shaking.

"That's what I thought. Ok, bitch, three fingers, here we go." And in they slide. He has to push pretty hard this time, and keeps them in, moving them around, wiggling them back and forth. 

"You know what I do think is amazingly hot? Other than asses in general, which I fuckin' love? How close the pussy and the ass are." He pulls his fingers mostly out, then adds a fourth, slowly pushing them back in. He reaches his other hand down, underneath, playing with her pussy lips, and then slides a single finger in - pressing up, in the direction of her ass. Then he adds a second finger, both pushing in the same direction, and turns the fingers in her ass so he's pressing downward - the fingers rubbing one another through the membrane between her holes, moving back and forth. He twists his middle finger on both hands to press the fingernails into the wall, scratching together. "Fuck, no!" she cries. "Aaaaahhh!"

He pulls the fingers in her asshole out, watching as it shrinks rapidly. Then he quirts lube onto his cock, and lines it up with her tiny entrance.

"See -" And with a quick thrust, he shoves the head of his cock into her ass, drawing a scream from her. "I've got my cock in your ass, and..." He wiggles the fingers in her cunt, pushing up where his cockhead is, rubbing at it, massaging it. "I could practically jack myself off in here, from inside your cunt. If that's not hot, I don't know what the fuck is." He pushes his cock harder, working it up her tight passage, feeling the walls of her rectum spread reluctantly for him. He pulls the fingers out of her cunt, grabbing her ass cheeks as he positions himself, bearing down as he continues to slide deeper, slow but relentless. She is sucking in sharp breaths, trying now to take his advice and push back, panting and shuddering. "That's half of it, bitch - four more inches." He continues pushing, his fingers prying her cheeks apart so he can watch his cock vanishing up her asshole. "Three.... two..." It feels as those he's hit a barrier, and he grunts, paushing briefly. "Ok - I know you can do this. Once we get this last two inches, then we can really start to have fun." He pulls out, just a couple inches, and then thrusts forward sharply, fingers digging into her ass as he buries the final half of his cock in a single brutal motion. She screams and he sighs with pleasure, his cock buried deep in her ass.

His fingers reach down to her cunt again, two slipping in, pushing up to caress his shaft through her inner walls. He leans down, whispering in her ear, just audible over the music. "The best is when I shove my whole hand up the girl's cunt... and my whole cock up her ass. Fucking amazing. They always scream like you're killing them but fuck, there's nothing better. I'll show you sometime, once Jacob has your cunt loosened up a little more. But some other people wanna fuck you tight first, so..." He leans back, teasing his own cock with the two fingers, and then pulls out, ever so slowly, almost all the way. "Here we go, bitch. Your first ever ass fucking."

And in he slams, burying his cock, all the way back in. She howls in pain. He puts both hands on her ass cheeks again, pulling them as wide as he can, fucking his cock out, in, out, in, getting as much distance on each thrust as possible, watching raptly as his cock rapes her asshole over and over. He pulls back all the way, his cock popping out of her asshole, and before it can close, he slides two fingers from each side in, holding it open, looking down into her gaping asshole, staring at her pink inner flesh, exposed and naked. He swallows, then spits, aiming carefully so the gob of spittle lands right inside her asshole, and he watches mesmerized as it slides down inside.

"Fucking hot," Michael mutters from the couch. "God, fuck her gaping sluthole of an ass. It's fucking begging for it."

Eric needs no encouraging - fingers still in place, he lines up his cock with her wide-stretched anus and shoves it back in, raping her open ass and forcing it wider still with his fingers still in it. 

"Fuck, you fucking... ahhhhhh. FUCK!" She screams into the floor, her ass spasming as he begins to fuck her again in earnest, drawing his cock out, forcing it in, her tender insides stretched and rubbed raw. He keeps two of his fingers wedged at the opening of her anus, tugging and pulling, but the other two he pulls out, moving down again to her pussy, shoving them up inside roughly. As he fucks her ass mercilessly, he digs his fingers up, rubbing rhythmically, and she cries again as he inflames her already tender skin, digging into the cuts inflicted earlier. He starts to scratch at the back of her pussy, clawing towards his raping cock, blood staining his fingernails as he further abuses her wounded cunt. 

And then, worse - as he fucks her asshole over and over, harder and harder, he moves his fingers from inside her cunt to her clit, rubbing at it, scratching at it. He pulls his fingers out of her ass with a final scratch and reaches around to grab one of her nipples, pulling it hard and pulling her back into him, grinding his nails into the nipple that Evan had scratched at with the knife tip. He fucks her harder, raping her as he rubs her clit, grinds her nipple between his fingernails, and she feels it, despite everything - like the tide coming in, can't fight it, the pain starting to blend and shift, her ass spreading like a traitor, welcoming his deep thrusts, feeling that she's coming apart right down the center of her body, her ass, her whole being. The orgasm is swelling in her belly and he's grabbing her clit like he's grabbing her nipple, it feels bigger than it's ever felt before, and she feels his cock swelling, fucking deep in her ass, about to explode, and she comes, _comes_, screaming louder than she's screamed so far through everything:

"FUCK you FUCKING mother FUCKER FUCK my ass oh fuck my tit my cunt you FUCKER FUCK FUCK..." She babbles and screams and writhes and he claws her clit, her breast, fucks a last thrust in her raped anus, and his come explodes into her, driving deep up into her bowels as they come together, slimy with sweat and cunt juice, her tears, her blood, Jacob's come and Michael's come, and he pulls out his cock while it's still shooting and sprays one shot, then another, onto her ass, dripping into her asshole, oozing down on her cunt, and both of them are spent, slumping, sliding, gasping.

The stereo blares over utter silence. Seconds pass - almost a minute. Every single one of the men in the room is clutching his wilting cock, having masturbated to orgasm at the spectacle that just finished. 

"Holy fucking shit," Michael says, breaking the silence.

Kari curls up again, gritting her teeth, feeling tears leak between her lids. Not at the pain this time - at her body's betrayal. In her whole life - and she'd had sex more than a few times - she had NEVER come that hard.

"Well, boys, I think we've got a live one," Evan cracked, grabbing a tissue, wiping his cock and putting it away.

"Fuck you all," was the furious, tiny response from the heap on the floor.

"Oh sweetie," he responded with a smile - and they all smiled, even Drew, just a little. "Don't worry. You will." 



The House Ch. 01



This is a continuation from Tim and Tina. I thought I'd give a little more of the story before they each started their own families that I mention at the end of Tim and Tina Ch. 07. If you want to get the whole story, Read Tim and Tina first, or even My Wife The Hero before reading The House. However, it's probably not necessary. Enjoy!

*****

I live in a house with three girls. What's so bad about that? To be perfectly honest with you; not a fucking thing. Sure, things get a little dicey when that time of month comes around, but, that's when I seclude myself to my room and stay out of their way for a day or two. I don't mind the break from them either; I don't think I've gone long without getting my dick wet the past two and a half years since we all moved in. Actually, when that time comes, it's the only time Jenny sleeps in her room.

My name is Tim and I just started my Junior year at USC. My twin sister/sort of girlfriend/lover on occasion and I were given this house by our parents to save them money on room and board at two major colleges. Tina is a Theater/Drama Major at UCLA along with my actual girlfriend, Jenny. They've been friends for most of their lives, though they lost touch freshman year of high school until Jenny joined the drama club her sophomore year and got reconnected with Tina. Melody is the third girl who lives with us. She's Tina's girlfriend, and every once in a while we fuck; usually just when she's craving the real thing instead of a strap-on, which she tends to wear more often anyway. 

Just in case you're just joining our story now for the first time let me give you a little backstory and a description of these fine ladies. Tina and I, like I briefly mentioned, are twins. She's a knockout, a carbon copy of our picture perfect mother, Amanda. Tina has dark, raven-colored hair, electric blue eyes that freeze you on the spot, amazingly fuckable D-cup tits, a tight waist, perfect bubble butt, and legs so smooth and sexy, you wouldn't believe she's real if she was staring you in the face. And, yes, we have a beautifully incestuous relationship. About two and a half years ago, we had a moment that changed our lives forever. We realized we loved each other, more than most siblings do or admit to. We fell in love. We still love each other even though we have separate relationships, but despite how we feel about each other, we each fell for very special girls. 

Jenny, and she'll kill me for saying this, is a blond bombshell in my opinion. Okay, that's a slight exaggeration; she's no porn star, but she's amazing. It may not have been love at first sight, but it was definitely love on the first date. We just clicked so much better than I ever expected; even more than I think Tina and I did when we decided to be together. Jenny is about the same height and build as Tina, both are around 5'6". But, she has golden blond hair, hypnotizing hazel eyes, breasts that are spectacular (just a little smaller than Tina's, but not much), a wonderful hourglass figure with beautiful round hips that create a beautiful heart-shaped ass, and amazing, shapely legs. 

Melody, she's completely different than the other two. She's about 6'2", fiery red, curly hair (like a tamer version of the chick from Brave); hazel eyes like Jenny's, though a little closer to a greener shade; tastefully freckled but otherwise pure white skin; cute, perky little tits; abs that are sexy as hell; and a gorgeous little bubble butt that is a wonderful result of her athleticism as a basketball and volleyball player. No, I didn't forget, I just saved them for last. Her legs go for days! When she and I have our occasional hookup, those things are so long and strong, she almost breaks bones as she uses those powerful pythons to slam her cunt into my pelvis. Melody may not be a sweet girl all the time like the other two, but she's a wild one in the sack. 

Me, I'd say I'm not much to look at, but the girls would tell me to stop pretending to be modest. Look, I know I'm a decent looking guy; hell, I'd have to be to have three women willing to fuck me at a moment's notice, right? Anyway, I play football and run track for USC, so I'm in great shape. In fact, I'm in the greatest shape of my life right now. Like I said, I'm going into my junior year and have risen to starting quarterback for the Trojans. We've had a rough decade or so, but I really feel like this year is our year. 

As I pull into the driveway after a long, hard afternoon of football practice, I see that only Tina's car is in the driveway. Normally all three girls are home from school about now, so, naturally, I wonder what's going on. Grabbing my laptop bag from the passenger's seat of my car, I head into the house. 

"Sis?" I call out as I open the door. 

"In my room!" she calls back.

I shut and lock the front door, as has become a habit living in L.A. rather than Orange County, where we could typically leave the front door unlocked while at home. 

"Where are Jenny and Melody?" I ask, walking down the hall towards the bedrooms. 

"Jenny was out and needed help with something, so Melody volunteered," Tina says, still in her room.

"Why didn't she call me?" I wonder out loud.

"Because she knew you were at practice, silly," she giggles as I walk into her room.

My jaw drops at the vision before me as I enter. The room is dimly lit with well-placed candles, soft, soothing music is playing from her stereo, and she's wearing nothing but a black lacey bra and matching thong; it's my favorite set she wears. But, I have to make sure that this surprise is for me and not Melody.

"So, I'm not walking in on someone else's surprise am I?" I ask with a hopeful grin.

Tina shakes her head. "No, it's just been a while since we've been alone, just the two of us," my gorgeous twin sister says. 

"Truer words have never been said," I say and then set my bag down by the dresser to my right and then pull off my T-shirt as I head for the bed. 

Tina's smile grows as I unbuckle my belt during my approach. She walks forward on her knees, unhooking her bra to release her beautiful, jiggling tits. My white cargo shorts fall to the floor as she drops her bra at the last moment before our lips meet again for the first time in a long time. Yeah, we've kissed here and there, and we've had threesomes and sessions of all four of us together, but the interaction between me and Tina has been minimal to non-existent the past few months. I think our girlfriends have been subconsciously keeping us away from each other. 

Our tongues dance the lovers' dance as our bodies become one. Her perfect tits mash into my chest as our arms wrap around each other tightly. I slide my hands down the smooth skin of her back down to her perfect bubble butt I have missed so much. I squeeze her ass cheeks as I pull her closer into me, pressing her sex against my belly. Her pussy is already on fire, exuding so much heat I'm surprised steam isn't escaping due to the moisture I'm also feeling. I push the thong over her ass and slide it down to her knees and then guider her onto her back before pulling the tiny fabric off of her beautiful body. I spread her legs wide and then pull her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide before dropping to my knees. 

I place my tongue flat against her pussy, soaking in her tangy juices. She lets out an audible gasp and moan at my touch as I slide my tongue up to her hiding clit. I flick the hood teasingly a few times before repeating my first motion. After that I press the tip of my tongue between her lips and sink in slowly. Hardening my tongue, I slide it in and out of her pussy, fucking her as if it were a small cock. I hold her sexy legs apart as she tries to close them around my head, but I can't stop her hands from gripping the back of my head. She bucks her cunt into my face fucking my tongue as I bob my head up and down. I pin her ass to the bed and pull my tongue out of her sopping pussy and then attack her clit, which sends her over the edge. She screams obscenities as I bring her closer to her orgasm. Her hips try to buck wildly as I minister to her sensitive clit, but she can't move much as I have her pinned down. Soon her entire body tenses up and she goes silent for a moment. I look up at her with my lips latched onto her pussy as I tongue her clit. Her eyes are closed tightly and her mouth is open in a silent scream. Her stomach is tensed up as she's half-way sitting up. And then she falls back, gasping for breath.

"Fuck," she says between heavy breaths. "You've gotten so good at that," she compliments me.

"I have some great teachers," I tell her. 

She smiles at me as I crawl up onto the bed next to her, laying on my side to look at her. She looks me up and down like it's the first time she's ever seen me almost naked. 

"Why are your boxers still on?" she asks.

I shrug. "I was going to let you take care of that," I tell her.

She looks down at my crotch as my half-hard cock has fallen through the trap door of my boxers. "Yeah, let's take care of that," she agrees and then slides off the bed onto her knees as I roll onto my back, propping myself up with my elbows. 

Tina pulls my boxers off of me, finally exposing my waiting cock fully. She grips it and kisses it like it's something she's missed for a long time. I know she has, or else she wouldn't have planned for me to come home to this wonderful surprise. When her lips wrap around the head of my cock and I feel her tongue slithering around it like she's licking a lollipop, I slip into another realm, it seems. I lose track of all space and time and all that exists is Tina giving me the greatest oral I've ever received. I close my eyes and all I feel is her mouth slowly gliding up and down my shaft as her tongue lubes me up with her saliva. I don't know when it happens, but her mouth leaves my cock and is quickly replaced with her vagina. I barely open my eyes to see her straddling me. The world is in slow motion as her tits jiggle and bounce with her up and down motions on my cock. I reach out and grab her hips and the feel of her soft skin sends off visions of lightning exploding in my brain. 

Where all this extra-sensitive feeling and visuals is coming from, I have no idea, but I don't want it to stop. But, we stop for a moment to reposition on the bed, so she's not so close to the edge. I lay in the middle of the bed with my head resting on one of her plush pillows and then she straddles me again, impaling her pussy with my spear again. I've barely noticed our stop to move to the middle of the bed as I slip back into that hypersensitive dream world again. I can feel every muscle of her pussy as it squeezes my throbbing cock. I slide my hands up her sides and then pull her down to lay on top of me. Her breasts mash into my chest again and our mouths reconnect as we make love. I roll us over so I'm on top and I slowly thrust in and out of her pussy. As sensitive as I feel throughout every inch of my body, I don't feel like I'm nearing the end of my drive, yet either. I'm harder than I've ever been, almost like my body is producing its own Viagra. I kiss her neck and all I can hear is her deep breaths and soft moans as I drill into her cunt with my rod. Her hands caress the back of my head and the skin of my back as I lovingly fill her hole over and over again. 

Since I have no sense of time, I don't know how long we've been fucking when my orgasm finally builds. But it's a slow build until we both start picking up the pace, desperate for me to cum. 

"Come on, baby, cum for your sister. Fill me up, baby," she encourages me as I continually speed up and fuck harder until I'm jackhammering her cunt as hard and as quickly as I can. When I finally do cum, lights explode in my mind. Tina screams as her second orgasm rakes her body until we both finally collapse, me on top of her, my cock still buried deep inside her pussy as we breathe heavily. "Holy shit, Tim, that was amazing. What has Jenny been teaching you?" she laughs.

I mumble something incoherent to even myself.

"What was that?" she asks, softly scratching my back with the tips of her fingernails.

"I was in another world," I say a little more clearly.

"I'll say," she laughs. "What are you on?" she asks, though I think I notice that she's hiding something. I ignore it for now and just bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking. 

"I love you," I tell her.

"And I love you," she says and then coaxes me to roll over onto my side. She does the same, facing me. She kisses the tip of my nose and a small smile spreads across my lips automatically. "Are you falling asleep?" she asks.

I shake my head. "I'm just enjoying this moment," I tell her. 

She kisses me on the lips this time. "Me too," she says and then rolls over and backs into me. I wrap my arms around her and we spoon together for a while, laying in post-orgasmic bliss. Suddenly, Brent Smith of Shinedown began singing from the floor as my ringtone blared in my shorts pocket. Reluctantly I pull myself away from my sexy sister and fish my phone from my pocket; I'm surprised at who's calling, though. 

"Hey, Courtney!" I say, answering the phone. Courtney is one of our cousins from the east coast from Mom's side of the family. 

"Hey, stud," she says; she's called me that since we were about junior high age and I started going out for sports and getting into decent shape. 

"What's up?" I ask with a big smile on my face. Courtney's always been my favorite cousin; we've been pretty close, despite the miles between us, for years. 

"I'm coming to visit you guys. I'm transferring schools in the Spring since I finished up at the community college last semester, so I wanted to come check out where you guys are," she announces.

"That's great!" I say a little too loudly, causing Tina to wake up and glare at me. I mouth a silent apology to her and then step out of the room, still completely naked. Jenny is standing just outside the door, about to knock as I exit. She sees that I'm the phone but also sees that I'm buck naked and grins without saying a word. She drops to her knees and takes my cock in her hand before dragging her tongue up the entire length of my shaft.

"Tim?" Courtney says in my ear.

"What? Sorry, I got distracted by something."

"What, is your new girlfriend blowing you or something?" she teases with a laugh. My silence answers her question. "Are you serious?"

"She kinda surprised me, cuz," I say and then sigh.

"I guess I can't blame her, stud," Courtney says flirtatiously, which helps my cock spring to life in Jenny's mouth as her head bobs up and down its length. "Anyway, I'll be landing on Saturday afternoon at LAX, think you guys can pick me up?" she asks.

"Fuck yeah," I whisper as Jenny takes my full length, bumping her nose against me, just below my belly; Courtney's laugh brings my attention back to her. "Huh? What? Saturday? Yeah, we'll be there," I say. 

"Sounds like she's doing a good job," Courtney says in a different tone than I've ever heard before from her. 

"This isn't turning you on is it, cuz?" I tease.

She lets out a soft moan into the phone. 

"Are you...?" I trail off.

"Shut up and let me listen," she says as if she's talking to someone other than her cousin.

Jenny stands up and leads me into our room by the cock. 

"Put me on speaker," Courtney requests.

I look at Jenny and she shrugs. "Do as she asks, stud," Jenny winks at me; she's apparently heard everything Courtney's said to me. I pull my phone from my ear and hit the speaker button before setting it down on the night stand next to my bed. Jenny pushes me onto the bed and then crawls between my legs and begins blowing me like the expert she is. She makes it extra wet and loud for Courtney's benefit, but I'm not complaining.

"Do you hear that, cuz?" I ask her as I grab the back of Jenny's head and force her down my cock harder and faster. Strange little noises escape her mouth as my cock bumps the back of her throat and then she gasps for air as she pulls back a little harder so I can let up on her head. 

"Ooooh," Courtney coos through the phone. Holy shit this is hot! Why aren't I giving this a second thought? Well, for one, Courtney is fucking hot and I've always harbored a small crush on her, but obviously never acted on it due to the whole incest thing; two, I figured since Tina and I are fucking now, what's so different between that and fucking my cousin? Not a fucking thing, right? In fact, it's almost more acceptable to fuck your cousin than your sister; at least people react worse to brother/sister incest than to first cousins. My hopes for fulfilling a fantasy have now sored through the roof as I listen to my cousin masturbate to me getting blown by Jenny. 

Jenny sits back and pulls off her tight T-shirt, revealing her marvelous breasts. Motion to my left catches my attention. I see a grinning Melody wink at me and then walk into the master bedroom; it's not long before I hear my sister moaning through the walls. 

Anyway, Jenny is now walking around to the side of the bed and motions for me to sit up as she drops to her knees. She then wraps her tits around my cock, jerking me with her beautiful fun bags. 

"What's she doing now, Tim?" Courtney's ragged voice asks since she can't hear anything anymore.

"She's got her big tits wrapped around my cock, cuz. I bet you'd like to see that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, god yes," she says lustfully as she continues with whatever she's doing.

"Tell me what you're doing, cuz," I say, amazed that things are already going as far as they are. 

"I'm fingering myself, stud. Two fingers," she clarifies before I can ask.

"Fuck," I gasp as Jenny adds her tongue into the mix, licking the tip of my cock as it pokes over the top of her gorgeous tits. After a minute I grab Jenny's chin with my index finger and thumb and lift her face to look at me. She stands up and I unfasten her tiny denim shorts as I suck on one of her tits.

Jenny moans as I bite gently on one of her nipples. I push her shorts over her perfect bubble butt, sliding them down her beautifully tanned legs along with her tiny black thong. I grab her ass and then pull her onto the bed as I lay back. She walks on her knees as I pull her pussy closer to my face. As I dive into her cunt, Jenny begins to moan, rocking her hips as she fucks my face. I twirl my tongue and eat Jenny out the way she likes and soon her moans grow louder, bordering screams. 

"Is that Jenny?" Courtney asks and we both stop momentarily. 

"Hey sweetie," Jenny says smiling down at me.

"How-?" I start to ask but Jenny plants her pussy back on me. 

"Tim, you didn't tell me you were dating Jenny!" she scolds.

"Sorry, hun, he's a little busy eating my pussy," Jenny giggles.

"That's hot," Courtney says and then moans as she continues to play with herself over the phone. 

"That's it, baby," Jenny says grinding her sex against my open mouth. I fuck her with my tongue, causing her breathing to grow ragged. "Oh, right fucking there!" she cries out as I begin to give more attention to her clit. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," she says and I grab onto her ass cheeks and increase my ministrations to her clit. I slip a finger into her ass and she yelps as she falls foreword, holding her hands out to catch herself on the mattress. I begin fingering her ass as I suck on her clit, also flicking it with my tongue sometimes, too. Suddenly, her body tenses up and her pussy grips my tongue as I plunge it into her hole. Her juices explode onto my face as her orgasm spreads throughout her body. When it finally subsides, she rolls over onto the bed next to me, but I'm not done yet. 

I reposition her body so we're lying lengthwise on the bed and then spread her legs. Grabbing my cock, I rub the head along her swollen and sopping wet pussy lips. Her eyes are half open but she reaches for my ass as I slip my dick into her pussy. She lets out a long, loud moan as I slowly impale her to the hilt. She squeezes my ass in her little hands, digging her nails in as I begin to slowly pump in and out of her. I begin to pick up the pace and soon I'm pounding her pussy, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing off the walls with her wails of ecstasy. 




The House Ch. 01



My cock slips out of her pussy and presses against her ass hole at one point. Her eyes grow wide as the tip presses inside but then she kisses me deeply and relaxes her puckered brown-eye and I slip in a little further. If I thought her pussy was tight, it's nothing compared to her amazing ass. 

"Wait," she says and then pushes me back. I sit back on my knees and then she gets on all fours. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. Now, slowly," she emphasizes, "slide that weapon of yours into my ass."

"Oh shit," I hear Courtney say. "I gotta go; Mom's home," she says and then hangs up.

Without a second thought, I press my cock against Jenny's perfect ass again and we slowly work me into her bowels. It takes a few minutes of working slowly into her but she finally takes my length, spreading her ass cheeks for me to do it. Once I'm sheathed in her amazingly tight, piping hot ass, I begin to piston in and out of her slowly until she begins to beg for more. She puts a hand on the wall as I fuck her relentlessly. As I pound her ass, I pull her back up against my chest and then she places both hands on the wall, arching her back as I fuck her mercilessly. She's screaming long, piercing notes and then I finally feel my seed rising in my cock. 

"Don't you dare pull out," she threatens, which makes me pick up my pace to achieve my orgasm. 

Ten seconds later I'm filling her ass with cum like a cream-filled pastry. When I'm done we fall back onto the bed together, panting heavily as if we both just ran a marathon.

"Holy shit," she gasps, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. 

"Yeah," I agree. 

"Well, that's happening again," she says and we laugh. "I can't believe I was so reluctant to try anal. That felt amazing!"

"You're telling me," I chuckle through my labored breathing. 

"Once we catch our breath, let's take a shower and go out. You have to tell me how your afternoon with Tina went," she says and then cuddles up in my arms to rest for a few minutes.

To Be Continued...



The House Ch. 01



Six months for $100,000 - the deal seemed too good to be true, was it? 

For six months I gave myself over to The House, an exclusive gentlemen's club. Each of the men contributed a certain amount every month in order to come to The House and have their wishes fulfilled. They would chose whom they wanted from a catalog which outlined what each of the girls was open, willing, interested in, or expert in; which also included reviews from previous partners. 

The application process was the first interesting and intimating experience. Not only was there an exhaustive list of things that I would or would not be willing to do, including check boxes for 'open to learning more'; but then there was the physical exam, as the Members required only the cleanest bill of health. Here I was worried, as I have other medical concerns that are non-communicable. I was sure that these would rule me out; but in the end they were considered manageable and the medical staff merely made a note of them all in my file to be sure to keep an eye out for warning signs of a bigger issue.

Once the medical and legal fine print was dealt with, I was called back for the first stage of the personal interview. I was shown into a rather sterile looking room, all white walls, with only a chair for me to leave my clothes on. Once I was undressed, I wrapped myself in the towel provided and waited. In only a few minutes two people entered the room, one woman, and one man. The man was holding a camera and the woman was holding a tablet to look at the pictures as they were taken. I was told to stand with my arms by my sides and very slowly turn in a complete circle. [Later I learned that those women who did anything more than they were strictly told to do were immediate disqualified.] After slowly completing my circle, the woman told me to lift my arms, then to turn with my arms out at shoulder height, the list went on and on, the whole process taking about an hour, as they made sure to get an image from every position possible while remaining very aloof and sterile. After we completed the pictures I was told to redress myself and wait for the next interviewer.

The next interviewer was another woman, Irene, she escorted me from the white room to a very feminine office, with couches and a small desk in the corner. The kind of office you would think of when visiting a very high priced shrink. And as it was, that's exactly what she was. The staff therapist. She screened candidates for their mental health and whether or not they would be suited for the sort of work and lifestyle I was applying for. She explained to me that there are all sorts of women who apply for the position and that it's her job to make sure that they are suited not only to the position, but to living in the house with the other girls, as the primary concern of all the staff was to make sure that when the Members came to The House they had as nearly worry free an experience as possible. I met with the therapist three times in total, the first two appointments were separated by a two week period, and the last two only by a few days. 

At the end of our last meeting I was deemed a good candidate for the house, and now it was time to move on to a more intimate interview. It is the privilege of each member to bid on the pleasure of being someone's first in The House. I equated this to something like the Geisha book where men bid to be the first to deflower a woman; but here there was no delusion that the woman might be a virgin, in fact virgins were not allowed to apply. Irene had told me to pack an overnight bag before I came to my last meeting with her. She said I should only pack comfortable clothes that I would like to wear afterwards, but that any specific wardrobe requests were handled by The House itself and that I needn't worry about looking appealing. 

After we finished talking, she lead me to a very nice bed room, nothing too fancy, and told me that this was the Interview room, and assured me that if I were offered a position that I would have a much nicer suite of rooms of my own in The House (which by the way was located elsewhere on a private estate). Irene told me that I was to change into the clothes left in the closet, put away my own bag, and then relax and wait for my Interviewer. 

Have you ever noticed, when someone tells you to 'just relax' that that is the absolute last thing that you can do? You're so nervous, waiting for some sort of decision or judgment or action that you simply cannot be nervous. So I changed, stowed my overnight bag, and tried distracting myself. I looked around the room. While it was as impersonal as any hotel room you might ever have stayed in, it also possessed a homier feel. As though this were not actually an impersonal space but more a guest room in a distant relatives house. You're worried that you might stain the carpet if you drop a glass of wine, but not that you'll be judged for leaving the bed a little messy and unmade in the morning. 

After taking in the colors, the wall paper, studiously avoiding looking at the bed, and taking in the windows without going to look out of them, I noticed a small bookshelf in the corner behind the door, with what looked to be a supremely comfortable reading chair beside it. Distraction! I can always loose myself in a book, and it is after all the best way to pass time without worrying. 

Reading through the titles I didn't know what I expected. Perhaps a part of me anticipated some kind of elegant series of "how to please your man" or something similar. Instead I found a mix of the classics, as well as contemporary novels of various genres, as if the books were chosen from some sort of top 50 books to pass the time without inducing much thought. I saw the latest Dan Brown novel and decided that a little thrilling art history would be as benign a distraction as anything else. 

I don't know how long I sat there, distracted from the passage of time by Langdon racing around DC to find some artifact and the nefarious plot in which it was being used, but I was startled when I looked up and realized I was no longer alone. I hadn't even heard the door open, much less whether or not the stranger had knocked first. 

"Is it a very good book?" The stranger asked. He had a sort of whiskey and honey voice, deep and numbly, yet clearly educated and cultured. 

"Oh, um, yes, I suppose. Have you read any of his books before?" I didn't know how I was supposed to act. I knew, and surly this man knew, that we were here to have sex, impersonal sex, as part of my job interview, to see if I would be comfortable having sex with a stranger without a lot of prompting or much effort on his part. After all, this is what I was signing up for, wasn't it? 

He smiled, obviously aware that I was off center, an indulgent sort of smile; "I don't know, which book are you reading?"

It only occurred to me then that the book was lying in my lap, there was no way he could tell which book I had selected, unless of course he had memorized all the books in the bookshelf and their location. I felt myself blushing with embarrassment. "Oh, of course, sorry." I picked up the book to put it away, "It's just the latest Dan Brown book." I couldn't even recall the title, I was so embarrassed. 

"Ah, yes. I have read it. Not as good as his first two novels, but then series are like that sometimes." He was so calm, but that only made sense. He was in control, he knew the script, what was going to happen next, I was still waiting for someone to hand me a copy so I could catch up; but then what would be the point of that. Wasn't part of this interview to see how much prompting I would, or would not, need? 

Returning the book to its home on the shelf I slowly turned to face this man who was my Interviewer. "I'm sorry, I don't know how we should begin, do we exchange names, or is there something in particular you would like me to do?"

Even as I asked the question I was becoming more red with my uncertainty. Irene and I hadn't spoken much about the protocol of my liaisons, merely that I would be given any extra prompting I may need beforehand, but that that would come in time. 

Again he smiled, an indulgent smile this time. "Well, why don't you come over here and we'll see if we can't figure things out as we go along?"

I nodded, took a breath and then walked over to him until I was standing about six inches away from him. Close enough that either of use could easily reach out to the other, but not so close that I felt like I was crowding him, or pushing myself on to him. I'd been focusing on the indent of his throat where his collar bones meet as I walked, and once I was in front of him, I took another breath and looked up to his face.

"Lovely." was all he said before he reached up to push my hair behind my ear, and then gently caressed the side of my face, down to my jaw. With two fingers he lifted my face to his and leaned down to kiss me softly, almost chastely on the lips. His lips were so soft, I simply closed my eyes and sighed. This was nice, very nice. 

He took that as his permission I suppose, because I felt his other arm reach around my waist and pull me into his chest, his hand on my chin moved up to gently but firmly bring my face closer, and then I felt his tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue swiftly take control. I couldn't stop myself, even if I had wanted to, from reaching up to hold his biceps, to hang on as he plundered my mouth. I groaned when I felt him rub his lower half against mine. I felt his erection even through his robe and the pants beneath them. He was more well endowed than any man I remembered having been with. I was so excited I arched into him, wanting to feel more of him, meeting his tongue and reaching up to pull his face closer, into an even deeper kiss. 

His hands were everywhere. Rubbing my back, then lifting the hem of my dressing gown, when he felt that I was wearing nothing beneath he groaned like I'd branded him. He pulled back, only slightly, to look down at me. I opened my eyes, and felt they were droopy with anticipation and endorphins. "Weren't you supposed to be wearing a night gown or something?" He asked, I wasn't sure if he was cross or excited. 

Blinking, trying to think, I licked my lower lip and then looked at him again, "It seemed redundant, I thought this would be more convenient for you." 

It was as if I'd let him off some kind of leash, he reached between us to undue the tie in my robe, and then pushed it back off my shoulders in the same motion. I dropped my hands from his shoulders to allow the robe to fall the floor as my Interviewer got his first full look at me. 

At first I wanted to cover myself with my arms, but just as quickly realized, what would be the point? I was here to be used by this man for sex, the hope was that I would enjoy it as well, but my enjoyment was secondary to this mans enjoyment. And the look in his eye told me that he was enjoying what he saw. 

As he watched me, he reached for his own robe, untying the knot, then simply letting it fall to the floor behind him, next he pulled the draw string on his pants, and they too fell to the floor. I'd kept my eyes on his face, until I heard the fabric pool on the floor. Only then did I allow myself to look at the rest of him. Oh, but what a sight he was. 

Lean, this man obviously worked out. He wasn't a six pack kind of guy, but it was obvious he wasn't letting himself go to seed. The grays hairs on his head had indicated that he might be older, the salt and pepper hair on his chest told me he was definitely no longer a young man. But the erection he was sporting told me that he was not a man who needed to pay for sex, he could get as much as he liked all by himself, and that lead me to wonder what had caused him to join this club. These, and so many other thoughts whrilled in my head in that moment, and just as quickly fled as I realized that I wanted nothing more than to take his erection into my mouth, not a sensation I usually felt, but this mans cock deserved that extra attention. 

Intent to act on this thought I moved toward him in order to reach out and feel him; but he stopped me. Instead he reached out, took me by the arms and duck walked me backward towards the bed. 

Once I felt the mattress against the back of my legs my Interviewer pushed me back farther, obviously intent on me lying down, so I obliged, my eyes still fixed on his crotch. I wanted so badly to feel him, to know if he was as hot to the touch as he looked; or as soft as I hoped. 

I leaned back against the bed, and tried again to reach for him, but again he stopped me. "I hope you're ready for me Alice, because I'm ready for you." was all he said, he reached down to my knees and spread them wide, gently but firmly, running his hands up the inside of my thighs to their apex. I looked up to his face, just as I felt his hand slightly run up the slit of my [there has to be a more delicate way to say what I'm trying to say]. He groaned, again, but louder this time; "Oh yes, you are ready for me, you're already so wet."

He hadn't finished his thought before he was climbing on to the bed and between my thighs, he leaned down to suckle my breast as he moved in one swift motion to thrust into my completely. I moaned, and arched, and wrapped my legs and arms around him all at once. "Oh, Yes!" This is what sex should be, and yet I had not hoped to find it here, not like this. But it was wonderful. 

He didn't wait for any sort of invitation from me, he simply commended fucking me, no concern for my benefit or enjoyment, just riding me hard, then slowing down to soft, intent, focused, thrusts, as if he were deliberately spearing me with force but precision, drawing out his own pleasure. 

It took me a few rounds to realize that each time he slowed down was just as I was climaxing, arching to pull him in deeper, he would slow down and his wild, jackhammer thrusts would become more intense, forceful even. It was after the third time I nearly climaxed that he stopped lavishing my breasts in order to sit up, pulling my hips off the mattress and holding them in place so he could thrust up, and in, deeper, and with more control. Each stroke bottoming out against my cervix, no man had ever been so deep inside me. He would slowly ride out the pressure of my muscles squeezing down on him until the pressure eased, and then he would piston into me again. My breasts were bouncing down towards my face as I realized that this was almost like a reverse doggy style, he had all the room for the leverage, but he could see everything, could watch himself as he entered and thrust inside of me. 

I don't know how long he held me in that position as I thought I was going out of my mind, I could feel his every thrust, controlled, then feral, then controlled again; finally I felt him swelling, he was 

about to cum and decided to take mercy on me. A few flicks of my bud and I flew over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced, as he rammed into me like an untamed beast simply rutting to finish. I felt him cum, buried to the hilt, the sweet sensation of warmth spreading through my whole body, as if he'd not only cum but somehow mixed his cum with a euphoria enduing drug. 

He held himself there inside of me as I continued to milk his amazing cock. Aftershocks rippled through my whole body, my arms and back and stomach and legs all clenching to pull every single drop of semen from his cock. Milking him dry, and panting form the force of my own orgasm. This, this is what sex was supposed to feel like, but I'd never experienced this with any of the men I had dated, or even any of the few one night stands I had tried. This was the animal side of sex. This was a man, taking a woman, and using her for his satisfaction, and this was me, finding my strongest, most soul searing release in being used. 

After a few moments my Interviewer allowed me to collapse fully onto the bed. I couldn't move. I felt as if I were still riding some kind of high and that my body was no longer my own, not at the moment anyway. 

"Thank you Alice, that was delightful. Just what I needed." And with that he stood, walked into the bathroom, and I imagine washed himself as I heard the water running for a moment. Then he was walking back into the bedroom, and picking up his clothes to redress himself. "You did very well. I must say, one of the most delightful encounters I've had with a Candidate. I'll send someone up with something for you to eat. Thank you again."

And with that, he left.



The House Ch. 02



Phoebe opened the library the following morning with a smile on her lips, which relaxed the muscles that held her lips so tight and thin. Small children, who didn’t know her, actually approached her with questions. Instead of receiving a tsk, their questions were answered. One small child, particularly cute, actually received a kiss on the forehead, before being told where something was. This new phenomena was duly noted by the community and finally Mrs. Cynthia Pearson, the grey haired principal that had been the first to greet the new owner of the house, approached her. 

Cynthia had been widowed young. Because as a teacher and then a principal, she considered herself a pillar of the community, she had never been able to find a second man that measured up to her expectations. Remembering her first man, she was constantly in need of a good fuck, but her only satisfaction came late at night, with a hand on her breast and a finger polishing her clit. She had even considered her best friend Phoebe, many times, during her late night forays into her pussy. The need of a good fucking and the constant harassment by teenage children had made her hard and knowing. “Phoebe,” she declared, “Just what has gotten into you. You seem to be so happy.” She said it as thought it was a condemnation suggesting that her friend had no more right to happiness than she had. Phoebe just smiled not about to tell her about her adventures of the previous evening. She didn’t quite understand herself what had gotten into her, or she knew what had gotten into her, she just wasn’t sure why she had wanted it. The end result was that she didn’t really care; she just knew it had been the most satisfying night of her life. She certainly wanted to be “gotten into” again.

The old friends compared notes about the goings on in the community and of course, the old house and its new young owner came up. Since both had been organizers of the campaign against the old house they had to admit to each other an ongoing interest. Cynthia told Phoebe about going over and introducing herself the previous morning, but having not been invited in. Phoebe, delighted to be one up on her friend, gleefully announced she had been shown through the old house, carefully censoring her story to avoid giving away the fact she had enjoyed the first fucking of her life. She knew it would make Cynthia green with envy, but she was unsure if she wanted to give up her virginal reputation. As it was Cynthia was already green with envy, having wanted to see the house herself. Phoebe commiserated with her and finally said, “You know I got quite friendly with the owner, John, I’m sure he’d allow me to show you through the place.” The next thing they knew they where knocking on the front door of the house. John answered the door and smiled when he saw Phoebe.

“Nice to see you again,” he said while looking over the grey haired lady that stood beside her. “Oh you’re the chocolate brownies,” he noted, “they were excellent. Thank you very much.”

“This is my good friend Cynthia Pearson,” Phoebe gushed. 

“Yes I know, I meet her yesterday, the high school principal.”

Cynthia was pleased that he had remembered her and although almost sixty and ready for early retirement, her pussy gushed as she entered the house on his invitation. Even a sixty year old can dream she thought to herself, as she looked over this fine young man.

“Look ladies I only have a few minutes, my mother just phoned and has invited herself to come and stay a few days. She’s going to be here the day after tomorrow and I need to go out and buy some more furniture, and then get back to cleaning this place before she gets here.”

“John, why don’t you just go run your errands and let me show Cynthia around. I’ll lock up when we leave.” Phoebe’s pussy gushed as well, but she just assumed it was because she was seeing her lover again. John accepted her suggestion and left explaining he would be gone for several hours. Phoebe led her friend deeper into the old house. Both women’s nipples became turgid and the gussets of their panties were soon stained with moisture as they looked about. Phoebe was surprised at how little she had seen yesterday as she led Cynthia into what had obviously been the parlor or waiting area. Cynthia whispered to her friend that this was probably where the women of the house had displayed their wares hoping to attract a buyer. Then with a licentiousness, she normally held in check she shook her shoulders setting her breasts to bounce and sway even in the confines of the bra she always wore, as though demonstrating her own not inconsiderable assets.

“You mean they showed themselves off in here?” Phoebe asked in a hushed voice too timid with her friend about sexual matters to voice her true opinion.

“Oh Phoebe, get a grip,” Cynthia quietly replied casually assuming a knowledge she didn’t have, “I bet they ran around in here with naked titties and tiny panties so the men could see their wares and pick out who they wanted. I bet they even spread their thighs so men were teased with quick glimpses of what they wanted to buy.” Cynthia, in an attempt to impress her friend, pretended to a worldliness she truly didn’t have. She lifted her dress and showed off her own thighs. “Men think thighs are sexy you know. What do you think?” 

Phoebe did think that Cynthia’s thighs were sexy, but only blushed her reply, keeping to herself the fact that she had also noticed the now rather large moisture stain on Cynthia’s panties, before she lowered her dress. She thought Cynthia would be mortified if she knew she had inadvertently shown off her panties, particularly when they were so wet with her emissions. Phoebe turned and said, “Let’s go upstairs and see the bedrooms.” As Phoebe followed her friend up the stairs to the second floor, she was forced to stop for a moment, reach under her dress and pull the crotch of her panties away from her sodden pussy. They were so wet they clung to her cunt making her feel strangely, interestingly, uncomfortable. Adjusted, she wiped her sticky fingers surreptitiously on her dress before continuing up behind her friend. On the second floor they found, a long hallway with twelve small bedrooms interspaced with a few tiny bathrooms, just a toilet and a sink. They looked in a few of the bedrooms and Phoebe asked her friend, “How many times, do you think a woman had been, you know, touched that way in here?” 

Cynthia, her body sending her signals of continuing arousal, became considerable freer with her words than she’d normally be and with a impatient snort, “You mean fucked don’t you Phoebe, how many times she spread her legs for money and got fucked?” 

Phoebe hung her head and timidly replied, “Yes I mean fucked.” Then with a boldness brought about by her own recent fucking and the arousal she was currently feeling asked, “When you were married did you like fucking, Cynthia?” 

“Yes I did very much,” Cynthia replied in a much softer tone of voice remembering those wonderful days when her husband serviced her needs regularly. Her one regret being that they hadn’t done it more often. While they talked, the two women moved to the end of the hall to a door marked private. The sign had been there for a long time so they were sure it wasn’t something that John had recently put up. Behind the door they found what looked more like a public washroom than a bathroom in a home. Six stalls lined one wall; six sinks another, while the back wall was a large shower space with six showerheads. “I’ll bet this is where they came to wash their pussies afterwards, getting ready for the next man,” declared Cynthia. They both wondered what it would be like to be screwed repeatedly by different men during the course of a night. They left the washroom and headed for the third floor. Cynthia stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. “What is that smell” she asked. Phoebe replied,

“I know, isn’t it strange? John and I were talking about it yesterday. He has tried to air it out but every time he opens the windows, it seems to disappear, only to come back later. It seems particularly strong right now.” 

“Well,” said Cynthia in a judgmental tone, “it’s not unpleasant, as a matter of fact I think I could grow to like it.” While Cynthia spoke, she noticed her panties were growing wetter by the second. Even her thighs were sticky from her secretions. She wondered if it was because her friend was so close to her. She knew she had the “hots” for Phoebe, but because of Phoebe’s religious upbringing and her virginal status, she had never allowed a hint of her true feelings. Right now, she needed Phoebes badly, but assumed the subject of their conversation and the environment they were in had brought about her arousal. Little did she know how right she was, how close to the truth she came. But because it was so bizarre, she never took her thoughts further.

The house groaned in contentment feeling the two women’s arousal. It knew they were almost ready to enact the plans it had for them. It pumped more scent into the air around the women that unbeknownst to them, further heightened their already lubricious state. It knew it wanted to bring them great pleasure, just as it had brought happiness to Phoebe the previous evening. It goaded them forward, herded them towards the new four-poster bed. It now understood that Cynthia wanted to drink from Phoebe’s hot wet sex, so it sent further feelings of arousal to Phoebe, causing more juices to be produced. Those juices now flowed down her thighs having long since overwhelmed the absorbent qualities of her panties.

Phoebe felt the new gush of lubricant between her legs assuming it was brought about by her proximity to the bed where she had been sexually ravaged for the first time in her life. Little did she know the old house was seeing to it that her second ravishment was but moments away. “Hurry up Cynthia,” she cried, “I want to show you the new bed John bought. I think it’s perfect for the house.” The house thought so too. Cynthia followed her friend down the hall to the back bedroom. Phoebe froze for a moment seeing her torn bra still lying on the floor, but then realized her friend could not possibly know whose bra it was and relaxed. Cynthia saw the bra the moment she entered the room.

“I guess that handsome young man has a sex life,” she commented, “I wonder if it’s some lucky local woman. I have to admit I wouldn’t mind a run at him myself.” Cynthia free admission of her own desires for a sexual liaison, and the knowledge that she was the lucky local woman put Phoebe over the edge. Once again she overcame her religious upbringing. She forgot that her father would be aghast at the thought of her in sexual congress with another woman. All she knew in her overheated state was she needed sex and Cynthia had just declared she needed sex too. She moved within Cynthia’s personal space and as she angled her head to kiss Cynthia, Cynthia kissed her. Cynthia’s hands were suddenly holding her bum, the bum that John had told her was so beautiful, and was grinding her pelvis against hers. Cynthia’s tongue was dancing in her mouth, her saliva sweet; Phoebe moaned her appreciation into her friend’s mouth, kissing back with a fervor she had not know she had until yesterday. 

Phoebe needed another fuck, but she didn’t know how to fuck a woman, and then she remembered how John had eaten her, and how fabulous it had felt. She bent a little and with the hem of Cynthia’s dress in hand, brought it up around her waist exposing her sticky emission stained panties. The panties were quite sexy surprising Phoebe that Cynthia would wear something that risqué. So unlike her own granny panties, she’d really have to go out and buy some new under ware. She roughly pushed Cynthia back onto the bed and knelt between her legs, her hands reaching for the waist band of her panties. Cynthia lifted her ass so her friend could pull the panties from her body exposing her wet, swollen with lust, pubes, completely hairless. She had lost a lot of pubic hair as she aged and finally in frustration shaved the few stray hair that were left. It shocked Phoebe, knowing her own pubes were covered in a luxuriate growth of silkiness. It was the scent that she found most incredible drawing her nose ever closer to the moisture covered thighs and pubes. As John had taught her she began by kissing the moisture laden inner thighs moving slowly towards the target of her desire. She licked her lips tasting her friend’s exudate, finding it sweet, flavorful and attractive. Her advance up Cynthia’s legs became more rapid as she looked forward to tasting the source of this tantalizing flavor. For the first time she noticed the sexual heat emanating from her friend’s body and then with shock noticed how her own body felt so hot, almost on fire. Phoebe’s nose filled with scent as her tongue slid over the bald peach, gathering the stickiness smeared there by the gusset of Cynthia’s panties. Her mouth sucked on the whole sweet peach almost attempting to swallow it whole, enjoying its sweet juice as her tongue wormed itself between the floppy raggedy folds of labia searching for more of the intoxicating flavor. 

She could wait no longer. Tearing her mouth away from that wonderful tasty, hot, softness, she stood, unzipped the back of her dress and shrugged it to the floor. Cynthia watched as her friend stripped, noticing how she had to pull at the gusset of her panties, they were so suck to her cunt. Lines of creamy exudate stretched and broke as she pulled them down her legs still leaving lots of delicious juice still entangle in her luxuriant pussy hair. She hoped Phoebe would return to what she had been doing. The bra and soaking wet panties were soon on the floor and Phoebe crawled into bed turned and straddled her friend’s head. ‘Eat my pussy,” she begged, “I need to feel your tongue in my cunt. Oh Cynthia, please hurry, I’m so hot and horny I could die. Her emissions covered twat hovered above Cynthia’s lips her beautiful round ass quivered with need. Her pussy lips fat, engorged with blood for greater sensitivity feeling the heat that engorgement produced. “Oh God fuck me Cynthia, I need it so bad. Finally, Cynthia took sympathy with her friend’s plight. Her hands pulled the soft quivering ass down burying her nose and tongue in her flavorful hot wet folds. The moment she did she felt Phoebe’s tongue return to her own needy gash slathering it with saliva as she burrowed deep. The two women slithered together on the bed each attempting to engulf more of the other’s flesh into their salacious juice seeking mouths. Cynthia caressed the beautiful mounds of ass, pulling them apart giving her mouth greater access to its hairy treat. Until finally, with pussy muffled moans, they came, their bodies racked with the shudders of orgasmic bliss. It was the first lesbian act of either woman but they knew immediately there would be many more.

Soon they were in each other’s arms, kissing their own taste from each other’s lips. Phoebe slowly unbuttoned the front of her lovers dress baring her bra clad lovelies. She undid the front clip and allowed them to fall from their retaining cups. They were large and pendulous, so unlike her small cute ones. Voluptuous in their opulence, with large fat nipples, that demanded a sucking. Phoebe latched on to one sucking strongly sending lovely messages to Cynthia’s pussy. After a while, two of Phoebe’s fingers were stroking in Cynthia’s pussy while she continued to suckle bringing another very satisfying orgasm. They lay quietly loving one another until a powerful realization over came them that John would soon be home. They jumped from the bed, carefully remaking it so that their use of it would go unnoticed. They redressed and Cynthia noticed that the mystery woman’s bra was the same size as her lovers. 

The house was happy having felt the two women satisfy each other. There had been powerful orgasms and the house had collected the pheromones the two woman had excreted adding them to its extensive collection. It felt its owner’s approach and began to formulate new plans. 

The two women just made it to the foyer when John walked in. “You’re still here!” He said, some what surprised they had spent such a long time in his home. 

“Cynthia and I were talking,” Phoebe, explained, “We noticed you’ll never get this place cleaned in time for your mother’s arrival. Cynthia thinks she can get about six former students from her school to help if you would like us to come tomorrow and help?”

“That would be great,” he said. “What time can you be here?” 

“We think about nine if that’s okay with you,” replied Phoebe. With the plans set Phoebe searched for and excuse to stay behind so she could talk to John, but nothing came to mind and she left the old house along with Cynthia. After all she thought tomorrow would be another day maybe an opportunity would present it self then. 

The house was sure it would.



The House Ch. 02



Thanks to everyone who read the first part of my story, The House. Special thanks to everyone who voted or commented. It was very much appreciated. Please enjoy the fantasy.

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I woke up slowly. I hate mornings anyway, but I'm usually jolted awake by my alarm clock. That thought actually woke me up faster than usual. One glance around me brought all the memories from the day before flooding back – Don showing up before I could leave, the impromptu tour of the house, waking up naked and tied to the bed...and I remembered being woken up at least once by Don fucking me after the first time. Each time he would cum inside me.

Not completely aware of what I was doing, I sat up and looked around the empty basement. 'Wait,' I thought, 'I'm alone? Okay, that could be good. At least I'm not waking up to Don on top of me. I'm also not tied to the bed any more. That's excellent.' I didn't think about trying to get up the stairs, I was still naked, and was in no hurry to run into Don again, or at least that's what I kept telling myself. I just wanted to get his sperm out of me.

I ran to the bathroom and didn't even bother with the toilet. I turned on the shower and grabbed the shower head. It's one of those hand held ones with the different settings. I turned it to the narrowest spray I could and pointed it at my pussy. I moaned as the spray hit my clit and the rest my pussy. It renewed the wonderful sensation of Don pounding into me, but I had to get his sperm out of me.

Before I could even hope to have washed even half of his sperm, the door to the shower swung open and what felt like an iron band clamped on my wrist. Startled into dropping the showerhead, I caught a blast of water in the face that blinded me.

I was pulled out of the bathroom. I could feel the difference in temperature immediately as I crossed the threshold. I was trying to blink water out of my eyes when the grip on my wrist changed. I stumbled into a padded something that caught me at near the top of my thighs. That didn't seem to matter to Don, because he pulled me forward until I was stretched across the top of it.

Before I could begin to pull back, something was wrapped around my wrist. It was snug, but not tight. And then I learned that single-mindedness in a situation like this is a bad thing. While I was trying to tug my wrist free, Don quickly got my other wrist secured.

I didn't even think to kick when he grabbed my ankles and secured them too.

Don came around so I could see him, and he looked more than a little angry. "What were you doing, Brianne?"

I craned my neck to glare at him. "Taking a shower. You know, washing? Getting rid of unwanted cells? That sort of thing."

He bent down very close to me. "Which unwanted cells were you trying to get rid of? Some hair perhaps?"

I snorted. "No. I was trying to wash you out of me. I told you, I don't want to get pregnant." 

Don suddenly grinned at me. "That's what I thought, you naughty girl. Now it's time for your punishment."

'Punishment?' I thought. 'What could be a bigger punishment than being forced to get pregnant?'

I yelped, loudly, when his hand came down on my bare, wet ass-cheek. The second blow was just as much of a surprise, and it stung! I tried to remember all the things that 'MasterDon' had said interested him, but the spanking I was receiving wasn't conducive to recalling vaguely remembered details.

At last, at long, painful, last I felt his hand caressing my ass. I imagined I could feel the ridges in his fingertips, but that couldn't have been. But it was better than the hard spanking that I had just received. I slumped over the bench and waited for him to release me. Instead, I felt his fingers probing my pussy.

"Well, you're still wet, in any case." My head came up at that, and I moaned as he slid smoothly into me. His rhythm was gentle as he began fucking me. "You will not wash your master's sperm out of your pussy." Hard thrust. The gentle rhythm was back. "You will not wash your master's sperm out of your pussy." Another hard thrust. It was almost worst than the spanking had been. His hard thighs would smack into my newly tenderized ass sending a vague pain radiating from it at the same time his hard thick cock would fill me with so much pleasure.

It didn't take much of that before I was moaning and trying to grind my clit into the bench beneath me. Still he kept repeating his mantra. "You will not," hard thrust, "wash your master's sperm," hard thrust, "out of your pussy." Hard thrust. 

I tried, I really did. I tried not to enjoy what he was doing to me, but it was too much. I screamed as I came hard. And he kept pounding into me, each word punctuated now by a hard thrust inside me. "You. Will. Not. Wash. Your. Master's. Sperm. Out. Of. Your. Pussy! You. Will. Not. Wash. Your. Master's. Sperm. Out. Of. Your. Pussy!"

I felt him slam into me one more time, pressing hard, holding himself tight against me. Can you feel a man cum inside you? I was so sensitive at that time I thought I could. I screamed again as I came for the second time that morning.

After a minute, Don laid his cheek against my back. "Don't think this is the end of your punishment. It's just the beginning."

A few minutes later, he stood up and stepped away from me. I felt more than a little wet as he caressed my ass and walked away. 

He was back in just a moment, carrying a TV tray and a covered serving tray. I raised my head as much as I could and watched him set up a little TV tray and put the covered tray on it. He left again only to return a moment later with a chair. I thought. "Oh, good. He's got to untie me so I can at least sit up a little to eat." 

Instead, he took the cover off the tray and the food looked so delicious. A nice looking scrambled egg, thin slices of tomato, a slice of toast, and a crispy-looking slice of bacon. In a small dish next to the plate was sliced strawberries. There was also a small glass of orange juice and a steaming cup of coffee.

"I was going to let you feed yourself, but you are being punished." He used a spoon to scoop up a little of the eggs. "Open wide, little one."

I shook my head. "I can feed myself. Please? I won't try to get away."

He put the spoon down and stood. A swat on my ass made me yell. "I am your Master, and I will feed you. Unless you want to add another spanking onto your current punishment?" I shook my head warily. That earned me another swat. "Answer your Master."


"No. No, I don't want to add another spanking to my punishment. AAAHH!" He swatted me again.

"Master. You will call me 'Master' or 'Master Don' at all times." 

Another swat landed before I could gasp out, "Master! No, I don't want to add another spanking to my punishment, Master!"

He stroked my ass soothingly. "Very nicely said, little one. Now it's time for breakfast. I know you're hungry, we didn't eat all evening yesterday." He sat down and picked up the spoon again. I quietly raised my head and accepted the offered food. I ate in silence, and I used the time to think about what was happening to me. Don hadn't hurt me at all, not even while he was spanking me.

It took a while, but I finally ate the last spoonful of the delicious breakfast. He fed me steadily, and helped me drink the orange juice through a straw. The coffee he drank himself.

Master Don stood and stroked my ass again. "What lessons did you learn today?"

I wanted to scream, but I told him what he wanted to hear. "Master, I learned never to wash your cum out of my pussy, and I learned that I must call you 'Master' or 'Master Don' at all times."

"Very good." I had thought I had gotten through the rest of the punishment, but a swat landed on my ass. My only consolation was the fact that it wasn't nearly as hard as the first set. Instead of hurting so much this time, it felt strangely...erotic. I found myself relishing the tingly pain each time, but eager for the spanking to be over.  Not that I admitted it to myself then.

I was ready to scream in frustration by the time Master Don finally, finally pushed into me. Again he started with the teasing thrust. "Who do you belong to?" Only this time, instead of thrusting hard inside me, he held himself perfectly still, waiting for my answer. I raised my head and shook it. I wanted him, sure, but belong to him? Never! 

I wasn't prepared for him to step back. I let out a frustrated groan, then yelped in surprise at the two sharp swats on my ass. Suddenly he was inside me again, thrusting teasingly. "Who do you belong to?" He stopped moving again. I'm not stupid, I know what he wanted me to say, but to say I belonged to him? Even to feel his wonderful cock inside me? I convinced myself I couldn't, and shook my head again.

This time I was ready for the next two swats. Then I moaned in relief as he slid into me. If he stopped this time... "Who do you belong to?"

"No-o-o!" I wailed when he stopped moving, and I couldn't get enough leverage to move enough to matter. I was lost in desire. I knew I'd have to answer if I wanted relief.

Another two swats landed. "Who do you belong to?" 

"You." It was a whisper, but I said it. 

I waited for the swats but they didn't come. Instead I was rewarded by a gentle thrust. "Who do you belong to?"

"You." It was a little louder, but not by much. My reward was a slightly harder thrust. 

Soon I was yelling in response to his question. "Who do you belong to?"

I screamed, "Master Don!" as I came hard. He continued to thrust hard inside me. I couldn't speak; only gasp harshly at each wonderful thrust. I heard him speaking, but I couldn't make sense of his words. I must have grayed out for a while, because I don't know how long it was before he finally came.

I closed my eyes as he stepped away from me.  I heard him gather up the tray and the pad of his footsteps for a moment as he moved away. I think I dozed off. Not that I had anywhere to go, but even had I been free, I couldn't have moved.

When I woke up, I was lying on the bed and Master Don was gently massaging me. I was surprised, and grudgingly thankful; my muscles and joints were starting to complain.

Master Don saw I was awake and gave me a stern look. "You can go back to sleep for a few hours, and when you wake up, you will be allowed to take a shower under my supervision."

I wasn't about to argue. I was completely exhausted from my punishment, and was in no hurry to repeat it. I let my eyes drift closed once more and let his large, warm hands soothe me back to sleep.

***

I woke up to the strange sensation of being cuddled in strong, masculine arms, against a strong masculine body. I kept my eyes closed and tried to keep my breathing even. But he knew I was awake. 

Master Don chuckled in my ear. "I know you're awake. So you might as well open your eyes." I opened my eyes and looked up at him, wondering what was in store for me next. "Very good, Brianne. This will go so much easier on you if you follow directions." He began stroking my side.

"Now I want you to tell me, what do you want me to do with you?"

I thought, 'Is he serious?' "I want you to let me go. Master Don." I nearly forgot.

Instead of releasing me or getting angry, Master Don moved his hand to my breast and began a slow, light stroking there. 'How did he learn so fast what turns me on?' I bit back a moan and shook my head. I tried to ignore the delicious sensations he was creating with his fingertips.

Master Don plucked at my nipple which was already hard and straining. "Are you sure? Tell your Master what you need, little one."

'Okay,' I thought, 'ignoring him isn't going to work, but I'm not going to say anything.' Instead I shook my head again. I couldn't imagine him getting me all worked up and leaving me hanging, so to speak. He would be denying himself as well.

Unfortunately he did just that. I felt his hard cock pressing against my hip as he stroked me and sucked my nipples into his hot mouth. His fingers played my clit like a master musician would an instrument. Just a little more and I would have cum. Then he just stopped. He looked into my eyes with a grin on his face. "Tell me what you want or it stops now."

I know my eyes widened at that. "That's right, little one. No more until you tell me what you want."

I wanted, needed Master Don to fuck me hard and fast, but he continued to tease and arouse me. Each time I was sure I was about to come, he moved his attentions elsewhere, leaving me more frustrated each time

Master Don stroked my clit couple more times before I felt his fingers on my pussy lips again. "Tell your Master what you want, little one." I could only moan. Master Don's fingers were magic. Somehow he learned very quickly what drove me mad.

He trailed his hand up my slit and toyed with my clit some more. "Tell me, little one." He dropped his head to my breast and sucked the nipple hard.

I couldn't. I couldn't speak.  I sobbed as I was denied yet another orgasm. "Please! Oh, lord, please!"

"Please what, little one?"

"Please!" I squirmed frantically, futilely. Master Don pinned me to the bed. I felt the hard length of him just tantalizingly out of reach. "Please!"

"Tell me."

My voice was a strangled whisper. "Please fuck me. Please, Master Don, please fuck me."

"Tell me more. Tell me what I want to hear." 

I choked back another sob. "Please fuck me, Master Don! Give me your baby."

The suddenness of his invasion into me made me first gasp in surprise, then scream as I came hard. I heard him speaking as he continued to fuck me, but I couldn't make out the words over my own voice as I came again. The blood was pounding in my ears by the time he came. It felt so good when he let his weight press down on me for a few minutes before he rolled us to our sides. 

I was starting to drift when I heard him say quietly, "I'm never going to let you go, my sweet little one. I will take care of you always," before I passed out completely.



The House Ch. 02



Dinner was uneventful. Adam kept quite threw the whole meal and so did every one else. He was thinking about what he saw and they were all thinking about there afternoon fuck session with their daughter. Adam watched his sister. She kept shifting in her seat and had her hand in her lap the whole evening. Adam excused himself before dessert. He wanted to go back up stairs and see if anything else was going to happen.

As soon as he got to his room the talking started, his dad made the first move. He moved over to his daughter and planted a big kiss on her lips. She did not object she openly kissed him back. Then they did something that he screamed out at. They stopped and his dad went to his office. Adam watched his dad walk down the hallway shaking his head. His sister and mom were just left sitting at the table. Kim his mom got up and went to the kitchen to clean up. Rachel was just sitting there he saw that she was still trying to process everything that happened. She finally got up and went to her room. 

Adam decided he wanted to have some fun with his dad. Adam got on yahoo and got a new email account he made it so nobody would realize it was him especially his dad. He added his dads' addy to his address book then went through his favorite nude pictures. He picked a whole bunch of girl and guy action then about two times the male/male pictures. Guys fucking guys and giving them blowjobs and then he found two pictures with the guys that looked close to him and his dad and sent them to him. 

He watched his dad at his desk waiting for him to check his email. When he did, he checked all the emails from the people he knew and then he checked the one he did not know.

He smiled at the first couple of pictures. Adam could see that his dad's cock started to harden inside of his pants. He liked that his dad was getting excited looking at the pictures. When his dad looked at the rest of the pictures, his smile turned into a frown. When he came across the last picture that mostly resembled them, he smiled. 

Adam was shocked that he smiled. He sent the pictures just to jar something inside of him. Adam sat back from the computer and pondered this realization. Did this mean that his dad wanted to have sex with him? Adam did not know what to think about that. 

Later that night Adam watched his sister masturbate. He noticed that she played with a dildo that was bright red it looked so weird against her tan flesh. Adam turned up the    volume to her room and listened to her moaning. 

She was moaning someone name. He turned up the volume even more and got another shock for the day. His sister screamed out, "Oh Adam, yes harder oh my god fuck me with your big long dick oh yeah. Yessssssssssss..." Rachel laid there shivering from the aftermath of her big orgasm. 

Adam watched while she ran her hands up and down over her body. Whenever she neared her tits she smiled, grabbed, and pinched them until the nipples were a bright red. 

Adam could not stand it any more. He pulled out his nine-inch cock and started to beat it. He started slowly at first. He took the precum from his slit and some lube and he rubbed it into his cock. With his other hand, he pulled and squeezed at his balls. He watched his sister playing with her tits some more. His hand was on fire from pumping his cock and then he heard her sister say, "Oh god Adam I wish you were in here doing this to me." Adam came all over his hand and chest.

He sat there panting. He pondered going to his sister room and just talking. He slipped on a pair of boxers over his still semi hard cock, grabbed his robe, and went to his sister's room.

Meanwhile Bill and Kim were in there room talking about what happened. Kim was leaning against the window looking out into the yard just thinking when Bill came up behind her and then the computer went off.

The computer was telling her that she got a new message from her friend Stacey. The email attachment was a story a sexy story. About a young woman talking to her brother about there lovers about how they were not getting enough affection from them. When the brother accidentally brushed his sister's chest Kim always liked the whole incest stories but she never acted on those feelings. Until know she cautiously went to her favorite site Literotica and to her favorite stories which of course is the incest category. 

Bill saw that she went to the incest category one of his favorites. Bill and Kim leaned over the screen and started to read the story both feeling more turned on then ever.

"Come in," yelled Rachel she watched Adam come in with just boxers on. She wondered if he actually heard her. Adam went over and sat at her computer chair. She was barely dressed she had on a very skimpy tube top that covered her tits but nothing else. He could not tell if she was wearing any pants or not because she was covered up with a blanket.

"So Adam what's up?"

"Um nothing really I just got bored watching my computer,"

"Porn right," Rachel said not meaning to actually say it.

Well she was right there was no point to lying to her, "Yeah I was watching some porn but it just let me hanging."

Rachel just smiled while her hand trailed down to cunt it was still brimming with juices from earlier. She pulled her finger out and brought it to her lips the whole time Adam was watching her.

Adam asked already knowing the answer, "what are you eating?"

"Something sweet would you like to taste it?" Asked Rachel hoping he would say yes.

Adam just nodded his head and walked closer to the bed she pulled off the blanket showing off her assets to her brother. He slowing licked his lips because he could actually see the juices running out of her pussy. He leaned down and kissed his sister lightly on the lips. He just meant it to be a quick kiss but she drew him in for a long slow kiss. Adam raised his hand to her tube top and gently pulled it down letting her tits hang free. Rachel pulled him down on the bed deepening the kiss while his hands roamed her body. 

When his hands found her sweet essence, he dove right in pleasuring her. Rachel moaned a deep long moan while his fingers found her hole and started to finger fuck her nice and slow. Slowly turning his finger in and out until eventually, he had three fingers in there. He moved his mouth down to her tits and sucked in one of her beautiful nipples it was like a little pebble. That's when she started to come he moved his fingers faster in her to make it more pleasurable for her and him. 

When she came down from her sexual high, she pulled off his boxers and admired his cock. She guided his cock to her entrance. He went in slowly but when he was all the way in, he started to pump in and out of her making her moans louder and louder. 

She couldn't believe the sensations he was giving her. Adam was in heaven he new he had a while before he came and that was fine with him.

While the siblings were busy, the parents were getting hornier then ever. Just when they couldn't stand it anymore, they heard noises like sexual moans that were getting louder. They got up and went to the hallway the noises were coming from there daughters room. They slowly opened the door just expecting Rachel masturbating or something but it was both of there kids fucking like animals. Bill's cock immediately jumped to attention and Kim's cunt started flowing with juices.  

Adam was the first to notice his parents. He did not know what to do his sister was still madly fucking him and he did not have the power to stop her. Adam noticed that his parents where just watching them and not stopping him. He looked his parents up and down and noticed that his father's cock was out and that he was pumping it like crazy. His mom was just licking her fingers clean. 

Adam started to cum right when his dad did all over his sister.



The House Ch. 02



In the days following her first visit to the House, her frustration and desire had increased and multiplied in magnitude with each passing moment. Each second was an agony; years of unfulfilled desire and need had built up into a tidal wave of unrequited passion. She had lasted for a whole week, until, unable to stand it any more, she found herself, standing here, at the bottom of the drive looking up at the house. He was there, standing in the window silhouetted against a soft glow from within. She shivered and heart felt like it would burst through chest. A heady mix of fear and excitement was rippling through her body. She tried desperately to control the panic like feelings that was pushing up from the pit of her stomach. For a moment, she nearly turned and ran, but God, she needed it so badly. 

She stepped forward, and then stopped, her fear rose up, so strong, for a second she thought she vomit. She closed her eyes, and took several slow deep breaths in a bid to get a grip. Steeling herself, she stepped forward again and this time, she continued walking slowly up the driveway, towards the House. He continued to stand in the window for a few seconds and then he turned and disappeared into the House. 

Soon she was standing before the front door, which was wide open this time and she paused for a second. Well last chance to turn back, she told herself. She stepped over the doorstep and into the house, and walked down the passageway towards glow, which was coming from the same room as before. There were changes, there seemed to be less rubbish and debris on the floor this time. She reached its end of the passage, and turned to face into the room. Christ, she was going to faint, but the dizziness passed quickly when saw that the room was empty, well not quite empty.

Puzzled she stood in doorway looking into it. Well, where is he? The big high back chair was pushed into the corner, and the table, now clear of clutter, was in the centre of the room. As before, the room was lit with a large number of candles, and there was a fire burning in the grate of the fireplace. But of her mysterous stranger there as no sign, at least not yet. She stepped into the room, and waited. 

Suddenly she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and a tingle race down her spine. She froze as she sensed the movement behind her and Jill forced herself not to turn, to stand still and wait. She desperately held down the instinct to urge to panic and run, to get out of there before it was too late.

Now she could hear his breathing and then, she felt it, like a soft breeze on the back of her neck. He was close now, the sound of his deep steady breathing loud, as her adrenaline senses amplified the sound in her mind. 

Slowly, and still not turning, Jill shrugged off her coat and allowed it to fall to the floor. She hoped he liked the way she had dressed, gone was the long thick woollen and sensible skirt, to be replaced with a short tight black skirt, and a white cotton blouse to match. She still wore her knee length boots, but this time had added fishnet hold-ups to complete the look. She had hope briefly that her husband would have noticed, even made a comment, she had almost screamed at him, the dear stupid man. If only he had reacted, she would be here, now, with this stranger.

Despite the heat of the room, Jill found herself shivering, as she stood there and waited. For a while, it seemed like ages, nothing happened, just the sound of his breathing behind her and the gentle sensation of his breath on the back of her neck. But just when she felt she couldn't stand it any longer, and was about to turn on him, she felt a touch. One of his hands had touched her, and she jumped and nearly let out a scream, she was so tightly wound up. His hand stroked down her arm, and then down and around her waist, before resting on her bum. 

She felt his breath on the nape of her neck closer now, and then a kiss, followed by more kisses, and then a lick. Jill breathed deeply and closed her eyes as she tried to relax. His touch, while light, sent little shocks of excitement up and down her spin and between her legs, she almost orgasm there and then. With both his hands, He caressed and stroking her waist, and moved down to her thighs and back around to her bum, squeezing and caressing each cheek. She felt a moist warm feeling between her legs burst into a ragging fire, which began to spread upwards as he kissed the side of her neck and then nibbled one of her ear lobes. She felt something hard pressing into her bum cheeks, and instinctively pushed back against it. 

This continued for a few more minutes, and then gently but firmly, he began to push Jill further into the room. She allowed herself to be pushed up against the table, and then, as he applied pressure to the back of her neck, to be bent down across the table. His hands ran down her back, and caressed her bum once more, before he steped away. Again, she resisted the desire to look around, and instead, closed her eyes, and waited. She could hear him moving, and then coming closer again. 

She felt him take hold of one of her hands, and then pull across to the edge of the table, and then something, a thick cord, was wrapped around her wrist. He's tying me down, she realised. A burst of panicky excitement rose up, and whilst she fought hard to control it, the sane sensible side of her was screaming at her to get out while she could. As he repeated the process with the other hand, she pushed the panic down and tried to make her breathing slow and steady. 

Now both of her arms stretched out in front of her, tied down, with her head between her outstretched arms. She sense he was standing in front of her and she opened her eyes. They widened in surprise as she saw that he was already naked. Was he wearing that ski mask again, she asked herself? She glanced up, yes he was. In a way, she was little disappointed, because she wanted to see what her dark attacker looked like, but also excited, it made him appear mysterious and dangerous. She glanced back down and gasped silently. He was so big; perhaps it was just her imagination, but then she had only ever experienced her husbands cock before. 

He moved, running his hand down her back, paused to stroke and caress her bum again, before he moved away and then came back. Standing behind her, he dropped down to his knees and ran one of his hands down Jill's thigh, and on down her leg, sending more shivering waves of fear and excitement tingling through her. When he reached her ankle, he gripped it and moved her foot up against the table leg. She could feel him tying her ankle to the leg of the table. Then he ran his hand back up her leg, pushing her skirt up a little higher. Jill heard a sharp intake of breathe, as he realised that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. His hand lingered for a second at the top of her thigh, before moving over to the other side.

Jill was disappointed and desperate; she wanted him to touch her, to end her suffering and frustration. Couldn't see how wet she was? She wanted to scream at him, tell him. Instead she remained silent as his hand slid down her other leg, which while not unpleasant, simply served to fan the smouldering heat between her legs. Again, he gripped her ankle and moved it to the table leg, and secured it there. Jill could still move a little, but there was no possibility of escape now, he could do what ever he liked to her now and this thought almost pushed over the edge again, before he'd even done anything to her. He took his hands away, and she could just feel his breath on her bare thighs. 

Oh please, please do something, pleaded Jill inside her head, but the minutes ticked into what seemed to be an eternity. He just knelt there looking at the vision in front of him, he wanted savoure the feelings raging inside of him, part of him screamed at him to fuck her, to force his cock in, to rape her. But he wanted it to last; he wanted to feel her, to taste her and to feel her climax. He lent forward and kissed her thigh, and felt her shiver at his touch. Then he kissed the other fishnet clad thigh, and then moved slowly upwards, kissing each side alternately and pushing Jill skirt up and over her arse cheeks.

Finally he reached Jill's cheeks, he kissed the left and then right, ran his hands up and down her legs, and then began to kiss and lick his way inward. The air was full of the scent of her arousal; the atmosphere was so laden with it, they could both taste it. She wanted to beg him, to plead with him, call him all the names under the sun, to make him touch her properly. 

He breathed deeply, savouring the sweet aroma that was emanating from Jill's glistening wet pussy. Pulling back slightly, he examined it for a second. He'd never seen one so beautiful, the lips parted slightly, then there at the bottom, the little rosebud of her clitoris peeking, dark pink and swollen. He lent forward and blew gently across her wet petals, and he saw a slight shaking, and heard a little whimper of frustration. Again he blew, a little bit harder this time, and again, her pussy lips quivered.

Jill couldn't stand it anymore, "please....no more...please, oh god, fuck me, anything, just do something" she pleaded. While not unpleasant or painful, the gentle blowing was, for her, in her current state sexual tension, the worst possible torture she could imagine. Suddenly Jill let out a loud groan, followed by "yesssssss....oh God yesssssss."

He had lent forward, just when she felt she was going to die of frustration, and kissed her wet pussy. As his lips touched hers, he pushed his tongue out and licked it over her clit. Jill pushed her hips back, and although she couldn't move far, it was enough to force her wet pussy against his face, forcing his noise into her wet cunt, while his tongue continued to tease her clit. He pulled back slightly, and licked his tongue up between her love petals, and then pushed it into her, snaking and licking his tongue around inside of her cunt. She was shocked and excited thinking of that word, dirty and forbidden. "CUNT CUNT" she shouted out loud, "lick my cunt....Oh god yesssssssssss, Oh yes, thank you, yes, stick it in.........oooooooooohhhhhhh Gooooddddd yessss" cried Jill, as he continued to tongue fuck her. 

Then he slid his tongue back along her pussy lips and licked around her clit, and then shifting his position slightly, he began to suck on her clit, pulling it into teeth, and teasing it with tip of his tongue. He felt her begin to convulse and shake, and her juices flood from between her legs. Her moans grew louder and more frantic and so powerful were her convulsions as her orgasm hit her, that the table was moving and the legs were banging on the floor. Her groans built up into one continuous keening wail, and suddenly juices began to squirt out of her cunt, like a bursting pipe, as she ejaculated over his face.

Despite this flood of fluid pouring over his face, he continued to suck and lick, drinking down some of the bitter sweet juices. He had never seen a woman cum like this, and it was driving him wild with his own unfulfilled desire. Suddenly he stood up and positioned himself behind Jill and he thrust his large thick cock in one long motion deep into her cunt. 

"Ohhh my God, yes, yes fuck me...ooooooooooohhhhhhh, fuck my cunt" cried out Jill.

He stood still for a few seconds, his balls touching her thighs, and then he slowly pulled back, until just his cock head was between her pussy lips. After a few seconds pause, he thrust hard into her again. She let out a loud grunt, followed by a drawn out groan as he pulled back. Again he paused for a few seconds, and then made another hard thrust with his hips, pushing his cock back into Jill, with one slow, but firm movement. Despite all the juices, she still felt amazingly tight as he slid his thick cock into her. 

He continued to fuck her slowly for a while, and she quietly whimpered and gasped at each thrust. Then he change the pace, so that he now made hard, fast inward thrusts, and slow withdrawals, making Jill gasp even louder with the inward fuck, and causing her to exclaim "yes, yes, fuck, oh God, please fuck me harder, faster...in my cunt, MY CUNT!"

He ignored her pleas, and maintained the steady pace for a while, fast and hard in, slow and smooth out, before picking up the pace slightly each time, but still making the inward thrust hard and deep. As she neared her second orgasm, she cried out in pain, as he, without warning, pushed his finger between her arse cheeks, and entered her virgin anus. The pain she felt from this unexpected intrusion combined with the mounting pleasure from her pussy, as he continued to fuck her cunt. As her second orgasm burst upon her, he fucked his finger deep into her tight arse, combining the motion with his inward thrust his cock. Jill was wailing loudly as she convulsed and pulled at her bounds.

Her second orgasm wasn't as intense of her first, and the warm glowing after feeling was abruptly terminated, by a sudden increase in the pain between her bum cheeks. Suddenly she realised that his cock was no longer in her pussy, but pushing into her arsehole. Until he had slipped his finger in, she had never even considered being touched there, let alone having that huge cock put them. She tried to twist around, to look at him, the fear and pain in clear her face. 

"Please, I don't want you to do that, I...I've never...never been fucked there, NO PLEASE...." begged Jill, as she felt his cock pushing harder between her cheeks and pressing firmly against her anus. She felt the pressure build up, and the pain, as the cock head force her anal ring to open.

"No...Please, no not there please.....Oh arrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" screamed Jill, as the searing pain torn between her cheeks. Oh god he's killing me, he's tearing me apart. She screamed again, as the cock continued its slow agonising invasion of her back passage. With a popping sensation he forced his cock head in to about half an inch into her and he stopped and waited, savouring the feeling to tight ring around his shaft. 

For Jill, the pain was intense and yet, once he was in, it had begun to fade. Already she felt the pain begin to lessen, albeit only slightly at first, but it was soon an intense burning which was beginning to combine with the sensations from her pussy. Oh my God, she thought, am I starting to enjoy the pain? 

She felt him move as he began to rock slightly back and forth. Barely moving at first, he slowly began to pump his cock into her tight back passage. He was desperately trying maintaining control, to not just ram it in and out, but he was close, so very close. He was now moving in and out an inch, and she hissed and gasped as he pumped her a bit harder, going in and out a bit further each time. Soon he was making noise to match hers, and he began to fuck her faster, deeper, not that he needed to go too fast. 

His groans and cries combined with Jill's and with a final drawn out cry, he began to pump his spunk into Jill. Shaking, he found his sperm provided additional lubrication, and started to fuck Jill frantically, ramming his cock into her, causing Jill to cry out loudly between her sobs. With a final grunt, he pulled back and rammed in again, then stopped, savouring the feeling before slowly withdrawing his softening cock from her violated anus. 

Jill let out a final gasp, this time of relief that her ordeal was over; she closed her eyes and sobbed quietly. She was aware of the sound of his movements, but for the moment, she didn't care what he was doing. The pain from between her cheeks was now a just a warm burning sensation, and was, in an odd way not entirely unpleasant.

He stood looking down on her, her tear streaked face just partially visible under her dishevelled hair. As his breathing slowed down he felt a mix of emotions flowing through him. Guilt was one feeling, guilt at what he had just done to the women, and yet fulfilment and satisfaction. Ever since he had first seen Jill, fucking her up the arse had been his ultimate goal, and with certainty, he knew it wouldn't be the last time either. 

Exhausted by her ordeal Jill slipped into a fitful sleep, and it was only the coldness of the room that slowly brought her awake. She groaned as she moved, and then finding that she was no longer bound to the table, and able to move both her hand and feet, she pushed herself up. God, she was aching all over, but especially between her bum cheeks. She looked around the room and, like before, she found herself alone. The fire had died out, and there were only a few candles left burning. She shivered, and stood, steadying herself against the table. Once she was certain she was able to stand without her head swimming, she pushed her skirt down her thighs and stepped forward to pick her coat up. God I am sore, she thought, I am not sure I going to be able to sit for month, she thought. Pulling her coat on, she left the room. As she walked down the driveway, perhaps a few days, just to let the soreness die down, before...

THE END.



The House Ch. 02



Aaron watched as Minerva got out of her car and stretched before grabbing her purse from the front seat of the car. Too late, he hoped that there were no brats and that she was a quiet person, he had heard more than enough noise on the battlefields. As she took her suitcase from the car Aaron wondered about her husband. What kind of man would allow his woman to go traipsing around alone? Then he thought that maybe she didn't have a husband, maybe he was dead, killed in a war or something. But, either way, she was here and she had no brats.

Minerva looked around and smiled, this was really her house! She could walk around as naked as the day she was born if she wanted to and no one would care. Minerva drug her luggage into the house and carried it upstairs to the master bedroom. She wasn't thrilled with the colors peach and cream, but she'd get over it, the house was a steal. In the back of her mind she wondered why the owners had sold it so cheaply. She knew what Dwight had said but there had to be more to it.

Minerva went into the bathroom wondering if the last owners had left any towels. She had almost gone shopping at a 'Bed, Bath and Beyond' that she'd seen signs for but had decided to wait until later. She was actually glad that she had. The linen closet was filled with everything that she could possibly need as far as linens were concerned. As she began to undress, she realized that she still hadn't talked to her sister, Diana and wondered if Cynthia had said anything to her since she didn't call Diana when she'd said that she would. 

The truth of it was that Minerva wanted to enjoy Graceland without hearing Diana's hysterics. She thought about calling her now but changed her mind; she wanted to enjoy her first night in her new home without drama. She would call Diana first thing in the morning, after she had a cup of coffee, sitting on the front porch of her new house.

Minerva stripped, enjoying the knowledge that no one could see her. She did a little dance around the bedroom stark naked, her breasts jumping and her ass jiggling. She changed her mind about the shower and decided to take a long, hot soak in the bathtub that came complete with jets. Minerva turned on the water and returned to the bedroom to grab her toiletry case, her CD player and her CD case. All that was missing, she decided, was a nice glass of wine.

She looked through her music collection and decided on light classical. Of all the types of music that she listened to, and she listened to almost everything, classical music and opera were her favorites. When she was a child her dream was to be an opera singer like Marion Anderson but, unfortunately, she couldn't carry a tune if her life depended on it, so she enjoyed hearing others do what she couldn't.

Minerva put the CD in and checked the water level of the tub. She added a few drops of bath oil, climbed in and turned on the jets. She cursed when she realized that she turned the sound of the CD player down too low, she couldn't hear the music over the sound of the jets. She had two options, get out of the tub or stay put and turn the jets off. She didn't like either option but decided to stay put and turn the jets off. She leaned back, closed her eyes and let the hot water cover her shoulders. She was home.

Aaron followed Minerva through the house and up the stairs. He watched with interest as she walked around the bedroom with a slight frown on her dark round face. She was such a contrast to Clara, whose face had been long and thin with her green eyes being her best feature. He wondered what she was frowning about and then realized that she didn't like the color of the room. He couldn't say that he blamed her, he didn't like it either. What kind of man would allow his woman to choose these colors? At least that's what he had wondered when he'd seen the painters painting the room.

He got another shock when Minerva stripped and danced around the room naked. His cock jumped to attention as he watched her large, dark tipped breasts bounce around unhindered and her ass jiggle to music that he couldn't hear. Yes, she was very different from Clara and his deceased wife, Martha in every conceivable way, none of them would have danced around stark naked. It was all that he could do to even get them naked in front of him, Clara he had to demand to strip. 

As he watched Minerva dance around the room, he got the feeling that she was an extremely passionate woman and wondered why she was alone. He cringed when he saw her take several CD's out of a case and hoped that it wasn't the same type of music that the brats had listened to. Aaron braced himself for loud, abrasive music and then relaxed as the soft music of Vivaldi's 'Four Seasons' filled the bathroom and bedroom. 

This, he decided, he could live with as he watched Minerva get into the tub. He had never seen a woman bathe before, both of his wives refused to let him watch them bathe, saying that they needed privacy. They even made love in the dark, much to Aaron's displeasure. He was a very visual man and, although he was dead, that hadn't changed

Aaron marveled at how Minerva's dark skin glistened from the rose oil scented water and wondered what she would feel like. He had never wondered about touching a live person, that is, until now. He had been alone in the house since his death and didn't think to try it with the woman who had pleasured herself in this room two months ago. After what seemed to be an eternity, Aaron watched Minerva get out of the tub and dry herself off; he wanted her.

Minerva applied the same rose scented oil to her skin that she used in her bath. She examined her image in the mirror and decided that she liked what she saw. She liked her big breasts and ass and, if others didn't, that was their issue. She knew that she wasn't beautiful in the classical sense but she was attractive enough that she had never hurt for lovers and a few serious suitors. She put on her house robe and decided to explore the house, starting with the bedroom. 

Within the closets she found extra pillows and blankets, as well as an excess of clothes hangers. She took the time to hang up her clothes while examining the drawers that were built into one end of the closet. Inside one of the drawers she found a collection of adult movies, some of which looked very interesting. She took them out and threw them on the bed to look at later. 

Aaron's mouth dropped open when he saw the images on the cases. The world most definitely had changed, he realized.

From there she went to the bedside tables. One was empty but the others held a treasure trove of toys. The toys in the top drawer she threw out, she had no idea of whether they had been used or where they'd been. She was thrilled to find the second drawer filled with toys that had never been opened, along with a supply of batteries. Minerva picked up one of the packages and ran her hand over it, another reason to be glad that she was living alone again. At Diana's house she had to be careful when she played, she was a screamer when she came and she had been almost caught more than once. Now she could scream as loud as she wanted and no one would hear her. She put the toy back into the drawer for later, although she was already moist with anticipation.

She wandered through the spare bedrooms, not finding much of interest. It was obvious as to which room was a boy's room and which room was a girl's. Of all of the bedrooms that would have been occupied, Minerva liked the color of the boy's room the best; it was a light green with the baseboard being a slightly darker green, whereas the girl's room was a girly pink and white. Minerva liked those colors even less than she did the colors in the master bedroom but figured that she had plenty of time to change things.

The spare bathroom was just as well supplied as the master bath, but was sparsely decorated. Minerva figured that the parents were planning to let the kids decorate it however they wanted. The linen closet in the hall had been built in and wasn't a part of the house but it was filled with linens too. Once again Minerva was thankful that she hadn't spent any money on linens.

Aaron followed Minerva as she took her time going through the house. His erection had calmed down considerably as he became more interested in what Minerva was doing. Finally she was downstairs in the living room and, apparently, she liked what she saw because she smiled as she touched the leather of the sofa and chairs. He heard her murmur the word: "beautiful," in appreciation, as she walked around the room and stopped in front of the fire place. He assumed that she was imagining a fire crackling there in the winter. The fire place was one of the few things that changed very little; the builders had actually used the original brick to rebuild it. Aaron recalled many pleasant evenings of reading while sitting in front of the fireplace.

Minerva left the living room and went into the dining room, the place where Aaron took his last breath as a living being. The table that he'd died on was long gone and was now replaced by a cherry wood dining room set. 

Even now, Aaron could feel the pain of his death as he lay on the table with only his ex-slaves tending to him. Clara, he found out, didn't waste any time in leaving right after he'd left for the war.

It was the end of the war. Lee had surrendered to Grant at the Appomattox Courthouse. That would have been on April 7, 1865, if he remembered correctly. He had already disbanded the rest of what was left of his men and was headed back home. He was making good time, spreading the word of the surrender as he went. When he'd been no more than ten miles away from home, he'd heard a shot and then felt pain as the bullet went into the left side of his chest. 

Aaron slumped forward on his horse, just barely staying on; the horse took off in full gallop. Aaron held on for as long as he could before falling off of the horse. When he came to, he was at home and burning up with fever. Addie, his cook, and her husband, Joseph, were tending to his wounds and keeping him clean. Addie's face was the last face that he saw before he died. It was only because of her and her husband that he didn't die alone.

After he died, he felt himself floating and wondered if he was on his way to heaven. He never considered that he was going to hell for he had always been a god fearing man and went to church every Sunday. He watched as Addie bathed his body and heard her singing softly as she did it; she was singing one of his favorite hymns, 'Amazing Grace.' He even hummed along with her. It didn't dawn on him that he was never leaving the house until he was dead and buried. After the service, when the house was filled with people, he went from room to room listening to the comments that were being made. Most of them were complimentary, which made him feel good, it was good to know that he wasn't a complete bastard.

Clara was there, dressed in black from head to toe, pretending to be the grief stricken widow. Aaron wasn't fooled but everyone else was. As he circulated among the mourners, Aaron noticed the well-dressed man who was never far away from Clara. He realized that this was the man that Clara had wanted to marry but had been forced to marry him instead. The man looked like new money, making Aaron wonder how he had come by it. When they thought that no one was looking, Clara and the man exchanged several lust filled glances. It took Aaron several minutes to realize that Clara had been fucking the man while he had been gone. The knowledge should have angered him but it didn't, there would have been no point to it anyway. He wished her luck and happiness and moved on to the next group of people.

The sound of kitchen cabinets opening and closing brought Aaron back to the present. He went to the kitchen to see what was happening and found Minerva going through the cabinets, putting cans of food on the counter and muttering to herself.

"Smoked Oysters? I don't think so," she muttered with disgust.

By the time she was done, there wasn't much left. Minerva took the coffee maker out of the box and filled it with the cans of food that she didn't want; she figured that there had to be a homeless shelter or someplace that could use it.

The refrigerator was no better, she emptied it of all of the perishables, most of which she couldn't identify. The freezer however was much better, there were several gourmet frozen dinners in which the expiration date hadn't come yet. Minerva popped one into the microwave and looked in the pantry while it heated. It wasn't well stocked but then, if the family hadn't been there for long, that wasn't a big surprise. There were several cases of bottled water stacked on top of each other. Minerva opened a case and took several bottles out to put in the fridge. 

Minerva looked through the cabinets until she found one that contained the glasses and dishes. She found the silverware a few minutes later. She filled a glass with ice and poured a bottle of water into it, by this time the dinner was done. A few minutes later, Minerva was sitting on her porch enjoying her dinner and listening to the silence of the still night. 

Aaron sat on the steps watching Minerva eat and wondered about her, where she had come from and where she was going when she stopped here four days ago. Did she have a family? If so, then where were they? He had so many questions and no way of finding out the answers from her directly. Aaron took the time to examine Minerva closely; she was beautiful, he thought and then he wondered how long it took to get all of those tiny braids done. 

His gaze traveled from her face down to her chest and lingered there; she had the kind of nipples that he liked, large and they would grow even larger when they were sucked on. It had been so long since he felt a woman's nipples in his mouth that he had forgotten what it felt like. He forced his gaze down to her panty-less crotch and wanted to lay his head in her lap just so he could smell the scent that would be unique only to her. He shifted his form to accommodate his erection and continued his inspection.

Minerva finally stood up and stretched with her back toward Aaron. He was as much an ass man as he was a breast man, and both of his wives had lacked in one area or the other, but here was a woman that had it all—beauty, breasts and ass, and as far as he could tell, great intelligence. Aaron rose from his sitting position and stood directly behind Minerva and inhaled. The scent of roses mixed with her natural scent filled his nostrils. Just as he was about to touch her, she turned round and would have been face to chest with him had he been alive.

Minerva was going to go back into the house, she was tired of sitting on the porch swing but after her stretch she decided that she wanted to sit a little longer. She sat back down, closed her eyes and actually dozed off.

Aaron sat on the swing with her and studied her profile, his opinion hadn't changed, he was more than pleased with his new housemate.

Minerva roused herself from her nap and carried the dirty dishes into the house. She rinsed them off and put them into the dishwasher. Aaron smiled in understanding at what the machine did; the women of his time would have loved a contraption like that. He followed Minerva as she checked the windows and doors, liking the fact that she was safety minded.

Eventually Minerva was satisfied that the house was secured and went upstairs. She glanced at the bed and then at the flat screen television hanging from the wall. Her gaze went from the television to the drawer where the stash of toys were and made up her mind, a good old fashioned orgasm would help her sleep like a baby, especially since she wouldn't have to hold back.

Aaron watched Minerva as she chose a movie and put it into a small machine and then turned on the television. 

Minerva went to the side of the bed and looked through the drawer trying to decide what toy she wanted to use and then decided on a couple, the vibrating nipple clamps and the clit sucker.

Aaron watched with growing excitement as Minerva opened the packages and inserted the batteries. She was going to pleasure herself using the items that he had no idea of what they were used for, but he was about to find out. He wasn't so sure that he liked all of the modern conveniences, but he did like the fact that the women of this time seemed more aware of their sexuality.

Minerva turned the clamps on to be sure that they were working and then the clit sucker. Satisfied that they were in good order, she took off her robe and lay on the bed with Aaron watching her like a hawk. Minerva started the movie and actually watched it for a few minutes before attaching the nipple clamps and turning them on low. She bit her lip to keep in a moan before remembering that she didn't have to keep silent anymore. She turned the vibration up a notch and moaned softly and then louder as she scratched across the tip of her nipples with her short fingernails.

Aaron found Minerva even more exciting than he did the other woman. Maybe it was the fact that she was so vocal in her pleasure, he didn't know and didn't care, he just wanted her to continue. 

Just as Minerva was going to apply the clit sucker, her cell phone rang, prompting a curse to fly from her mouth. "Damn it!" she cursed as she stopped the movie and looked at the phone. Diana.

"Hello, yes I'm fine. Yes, I'll call you in the morning," Minerva said and hung up before Diana could say anything else. A few seconds later the phone rang again, but she ignored it and restarted the movie. She turned the nipple clamps off and turned them on again a few minutes later when the woman on the screen was having her nipples licked, sucked and bitten. She moaned and reached between her legs and began to rub through the hairs on her mound.

Aaron was almost beside himself with lust as he watched Minerva making love to herself; he had lost interest in the images on the television, his full attention focused on her. He wanted to put his mouth on the tips of her nipples and suck while the contraptions attached to her did whatever it was they did, and he wondered if it was possible for him to do just that. He had destroyed the music of the brats by visualizing it; maybe it would work for this too.

Minerva's fingers spread her inner and outer lips and applied the clit sucker. "Oh God!" she moaned when she turned the control to low. Her hips bucked off the bed when she upped the speed.

Unable to resist any longer, Aaron approached the bed and bent over her writhing form. He closed his eyes and imagined the tip of her nipple in his mouth and sucked. He was surprised at the vibration against his lips but he continued anyway, gently tugging at the nipple with his teeth and then sucking it again.

Minerva's eyes flew open just as the orgasm hit her. She screamed at the top of her lungs, the sucking at her nipple and her clit sending her over the edge. When the orgasm was over, she lay on the bed shaking. Just what in the hell had just happened? she asked herself. The clamps didn't have suction but she felt her nipple being sucked on. 

She removed the clamps and examined them closely and then looked at her still hard nipple. There was no way that she should have felt what she did unless it was just her imagination. The clit sucker had dislodged itself and hummed quietly between her legs. Reaching to retrieve it so that she could turn it off, Minerva touched her still slightly throbbing clit and wondered if she could come one more time before going to sleep. She reapplied the toy and turned it on, this time she played with her nipples instead of using the clamps. The second orgasm was no less satisfying than the first, she fell asleep barely remembering to turn the toy off.




The House Ch. 02



Aaron stroked himself as he suckled from Minerva's nipple. It didn't feel quite real but real enough that he fully remembered how good a nipple in his mouth felt and, after almost one hundred and fifty years, hers felt like heaven. What pleased him even more was the knowledge that she felt it too and that he had contributed to her pleasure. Life at the house had just improved, he thought as he climaxed into his hand.

The next morning, Minerva woke up refreshed, the nipple sucking episode forgotten. She checked her cell phone and saw that Diana had called her several times already, starting at six. She groaned and called her back.

"Diana, its Minerva. Yes, Yes, I'm fine!" she said and grimaced.

"Yes, I bought a house and, no, I'm not moving back. Cynthia can help you with your bills, she's not moving out anytime soon. Diana...Diana! Shut up for a minute! I'm not moving back to New York ever, if I can help it. Of course you can visit, but listen to the word 'visit,' I want to live alone..."

The conversation went on for several minutes before Minerva became too frustrated to talk anymore. She would call Cynthia later to see how things were. She gathered up the toys and cleaned them before putting them away. She took a quick shower and dressed for a morning of grocery shopping and errands.

Aaron sat on the bed watching her as she woke up, his ears perking up when she talked on the phone to someone named Diana but her name was Minerva. Finally, he had a name to go with the body that he had helped to pleasure.

Minerva made a cup of coffee in the coffee maker and drank it black. It wasn't her preference but it had to do until she got supplies. She grabbed the box of canned goods on her way out and locked the door behind her. 

Aaron inhaled the scent of the rich coffee. He couldn't remember the last time he had tasted real coffee; it had become a rare commodity during the war. He ended up giving it up after trying some of the substitutes such as chicory. Now it seemed that coffee was no longer rare.

Aaron went back to the master bedroom and lay on the bed; he would spend his nights here in bed with her from now on he decided. As he lay on the bed, he let his mind wander back to his previous life. He thought about the first time that he had ever been with a female.

He was sixteen years old at the time; his mother had been making a basket for the family that lived a couple of miles down the road. The husband had been quite ill and she was sending some homemade jam and bread.

"And don't dawdle; we have company coming for dinner tonight."

Aaron groaned; he hated these dinners with a passion. He was considered a young man and was no longer excused from the table with the younger children. The talk, of course, was about slavery, whether it was right or wrong. And at sixteen, he could have cared less.

He took the basket and headed to the home of the Walters. They weren't rich by any stretch of the imagination but they were good, hardworking people. His mother, Virginia often sent baskets of food to them and clothes that they had grown out of. On the plus side, they did have a daughter about his age whom Aaron considered quite pretty. He had heard rumors about her but didn't believe them, she just didn't seem the type to do the kinds of things that he had been told that she did.

"You mean that Belinda hasn't sucked you off yet?" his friend Burt asked. "It's a real treat! If she offers, you'd be a fool to say no," he added.

Aaron admitted to himself that the idea intrigued and aroused him, but he had no real reason to go to her house without it seeming improper. Thanks to his mother, he now had a reason. No one, other than himself, had ever touched his cock and he wanted to know what it felt like.

No one was outside when he pulled up to the small house.

"Hello!" he shouted, looking around. "Anybody home?"

"Quiet! My daddy's restin'," Belinda said as she came from around the back.

"Oh, sorry. My mother sent me over with a basket for you and your family," Aaron said as he hopped down from the wagon.

Belinda took the offered basket and looked around. "Mama went into town for some supplies, ain't no one here but me and daddy and he's sleepin'," she said slyly. "Want to see the new colt?"

Aaron recognized the invitation for what it was and followed Belinda into the barn after looking around. Belinda wasted no time in pushing her dress down and showing Aaron her bare breasts.

"You never saw titties before?" Belinda asked when she saw that he was staring at her open mouthed. "You wanna pop one in your mouth?" 

Aaron could only nod his head at her but didn't move.

"Well get over here, times a wastin'," Belinda demanded as she held her breast out to him.

The moment that Aaron took one of her large, hard nipples into his mouth he was lost. Sucking on a woman's nipples would forever be one of his favorite parts of making love. He became even harder when Belinda began to moan as he sucked her nipples harder and flicked his tongue across the tip of one nipple and then the other. She took his hand and put it up her skirt and showed him, by example, what he was supposed to do. 

Within minutes he had given his first female an orgasm but she wasn't finished. Still breathing hard, she struggled with his britches until his fully engorged cock was free and took him into her mouth. The pleasure was exquisite as she sucked and licked until he felt himself empty into her waiting mouth.

After that afternoon, he made sure to see Belinda as often as he could. The only problem was that Belinda came to believe that he was in love with her. Soon after that, he stopped going to see her. A month after that, her father died and her mother took the children, Belinda included, and moved away.

Aaron felt badly that Belinda had thought that he could and would love her but it taught him a valuable lesson. From that point forward, he made sure that his partners understood that it was only sex. It didn't always work but he tried.

Aaron got up from the bed and decided to see what else he could do, he started with something simple. He saw a Kleenex on the floor and tried to pick it up. It took him several minutes but he was able to grasp it between his fingers and lift it. He marveled at the feel of the thin material between his fingers, it meant that he would be able to feel Minerva when he touched her. Whether it would feel any more real to him than her nipple in his mouth had felt, he didn't know but this was enough.

Minerva got back home a few hours later, the cart loaded down with groceries. On her way to the store, she had stopped by an antique store. She wanted something old in the house to counter the feeling of newness; she'd walked around the small shop, not knowing what it was that she was looking for. She had stopped at a wall that had several pictures hanging from it. One of the pictures had been of a tall, handsome man with dark hair and a killer smile, complete with dimples. In the picture, he was standing next to a petite woman who would have been pretty if she had smiled and was about twenty pounds heavier. Minerva had looked at the price tag and started to walk away when a woman had spoken to her.

"Handsome, isn't he?"

Minerva turned to face the speaker. "Very, who are they?" she asked.

"That is Aaron Richards and his second wife, Clara. His first wife, Martha died after they had been married for a few years; it was said that she wasn't the healthiest of women to begin with. After her, he was single for several years before he married his second wife, Clara. That would have been just before the War Between the States. That marriage ended when the war started and he volunteered. The word was that, as soon as he was gone, Clara went back home and had an illicit affair with the man that she was really in love with. The man, Oliver Norton, was deemed too poor by her father and therefore unworthy, so he forced Clara to marry Aaron. The thing was, Clara's father himself was one of the new rich and really had no cause to look down on poor Oliver. Anyway, as the story goes, Oliver became quite wealthy during the war by profiteering. He took care of Clara—acted like her husband, if you know what I mean, and hoped that Aaron wouldn't make it back alive. He did make it back, only to die in the house with only his cook and her husband to care for him."

"What happened to him?" Minerva asked.

"He was on his way home after disbanding his remaining troops. As he traveled back, he spread the word of the surrender, wanting the needless killing to stop. But, at any rate, he was less than ten miles from home when he was shot. By who, no one knows. There is some speculation that Clara got word of his return and put Oliver up to shooting him, but most believe that he got shot by a lone Yankee who didn't know the war was over," the woman said. "Personally, I think Clara was behind it," she added.

Minerva looked at the picture and debated on whether she really wanted to spend fifty dollars for it. 

The woman saw Minerva's interest in the picture and made her an offer. "Tell you what, that picture has been hanging there for months, I'll sell it to you for twenty-five percent off."

Minerva did the calculations in her head. "Deal," she said as she pulled out her wallet.

She took the wrapped photograph to the car and continued on to the grocery store. Now she was home, faced with the task of unloading the car and figuring out where she wanted to put things.

Aaron stood by watching, wishing that he could help her somehow. As she carried the bags in, he peeked inside, amazed at the variety of foods that were available. 

Finally, the last bag was in and Minerva was about to kick off her shoes when she remembered the photograph. She ran back out to the car, grabbed the photo and ran back in.

Aaron saw the wrapped package and wondered what it was. He quickly dismissed it when he saw Minerva head up the stairs. Whatever she was going to do, he didn't want to miss it.

He was disappointed to see that she was only changing her clothes and followed her back downstairs to watch her put her purchases away. Like the night before, Minerva heated one of the frozen gourmet dinners and sat on the porch to eat it, along with a glass of iced tea. Aaron sat beside her and watched her eat; he noticed how she picked over the food, pushing items that she didn't like to the side. 

She finished her dinner but didn't sit outside for as long as she had the previous night. Like the night before, she rinsed off her dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Aaron wondered when she was going to turn the contraption on, he wanted to see how it worked and she had yet to use the big machines, in what used to be the outer kitchen as the previous owners had had it attached to the house. 

After loading the dishwasher, Minerva picked up the wrapped photograph and went to the living room. She sat on the sofa and ripped the paper away. Aaron stood behind her, curious to see what was inside. When he saw the photograph, he was filled with a cold rage.

Minerva sat the picture on the end table and went up to bed, several of her favorite television shows would be on tonight and she planned to watch them, lounging in bed. 

Aaron stayed in the living room instead of following her. He stared at the picture of Clara with a hatred that he thought he'd forgotten. With a swipe of his hand, the picture turned so that it was face down.



The House Ch. 02



Roberta smiled inwardly with self satisfaction. Mister Johansson's roughness had bordered on "rude" by House Standards, but it was allowable by the fact that the only other guest that could have been disturbed has been similarly occupied. And yet she had still performed properly and diligently. She had not even audibly gagged.

Gathering the silver serving tray, Roberta made a quiet escape back down the hallway and through the concealed panel back to the kitchen area. Placing the tray on a counter top, she used a nearby towel to tamp her lips and chin dry of what little saliva and cum had leaked from her mouth.

She examined herself in the wall mirror by the panel door and saw no traces on her uniform. She quickly ran a brush through her short red hair, understanding now why it would be kept short. If her hair had been longer it would have been mussed and she would have needed to take the time to fix it before returning to the floor.

Roberta felt the cuff on her right arm pulse alternatively tight and loose. She walked to the nearest wall screen and placed her finger into the activation cup. The screen came to life revealing Miss Spangler in her office. Miss Spangler had been assigned to mentor her through her first day as a full pupil.

"Ah, Miss Davis. Just wanted to remind you to take care of yourself and use the appropriate kit between services," Miss Spangler smiled. "You're likely to be particularly busy these first few weeks. The members have been waiting for you to take the apron off."

"Yes, Miss Spangler," Roberta returned the smile. "Thank you for reminding me."

The screen faded. One corner of the room had three small open stalls. Each stall had a small touchscreen. Roberta entered a code onto one and stepped forward, placing her feet on the circles that lit up on the stall's floor. There was a quiet hum as the stall scanned her. A panel slid open and a device slid forward at head level. The device looked like a very thin, flexible dildo on the end of an adjustable arm. The device stopped three to four inches from her mouth.

Roberta reached out and held the oral kit by the handle grip projecting from the the side. She pulled the device forward, guiding the last few inches into her mouth. She adjusted the arm slightly tipping her chin up. Roberta took a deep, calm breath and guided the thin phallus into her throat until her chin touched the base. The motion was smooth, but fairly quick.

Pressing the button on the grip, she felt the oral kit's phallus swell. Roberta felt a small volume of lukewarm liquid in her mouth and she knew that it was permeating out through the walls of the kit's phallus to coat her mouth and throat with a healing and lubricating fluid to a depth of ten inches. She knew from her training that the fluid would naturally follow gravity down to coat the rest of her esophagus as well.

She released the button and the phallus shrunk. She pulled it back out with a smooth motion and took a breath. There was a slightly sweet taste left in her mouth and she felt warm inside.

The House's alchemists had quickly formulated the correct elixirs for her body's chemistry and taken the few days necessary to properly adjust them to insure that she would always he in optimal health, optimally lubricated and slightly aroused. It was subtle. The arousal was not enough to be stressful, but enough - particularly when combined with the hypnotic conditioning - that she would enjoy just about any of the services requested of her.

As Roberta stepped from the stall, the kit retracted and disappeared behind a sliding panel.

For the next while she brought guests various morning beverages and snacks as they passed through on their way out. Several smiled at her on their way past. A few paused long enough to reach up under the hem of her uniform and appreciatively feel the supple flesh it concealed. A few made quiet, suggestively flattering comments.

"Thank you, Sir," she would reply with a warm smile.

"Miss Davis, would you come here please?" one guest finally requested.

He was a middle aged gentleman, perhaps late in his first century, with salt and pepper hair. He was standing by two other gentlemen about the same age, she estimated, in a small alcove secluded by tall plants. All three wore long casual robes.

Roberta approached them and curtsied.

"Yes, Sir?" She asked.

"If you would be so kind," he instructed, "as to bend over the arm of that lounger?"

"Of course, Sir," Roberta replied with an obedient, but warm, smile.

She approached the dark green velveted lounger from the side and bent forward, placing her hands on the arm for support. As she leaned forward, she felt the hem of her uniform rise past the top of her boots. She could feel the warm sunlight on her upper thighs.

Roberta kept her eyes forward. Through the plants she could see Miss Jefferson in another alcove waiting for her services to be requested.

A hand pulled her dress up the last few inches and threw it up over her back. The sunlight coming through the glass felt good on her exposed bottom.

The men behind her commented on the shape and quality of her bottom. Hands stroked and lightly grabbed the curves of her cheeks and thighs. She felt a finger part the moist lips of her pussy. Another hand pulled lightly at one her cheeks, spreading it just enough to expose her back gate. Then, for a moment, the hands were gone.

She heard fabric being adjusted and a gentleman's hand wrapped around the outside of her thigh. The head of rigid cock rubbed into the groove of her pussy.

"Miss Jefferson," She heard another of them summon, "would you be so kind as to bring us some black tea?"

Roberta's eyes were still straight ahead, as was appropriate unless instructed otherwise. He took his time sliding the full length of his cock into her, which was not in the least an unwelcome sensation. Roberta let her eyes shut half way and allowed herself to enjoy the thick cock slowly thrusting into her.

Her conditioning was having the designed effects. Roberta felt her pussy grow hot and wet almost immediately. She tried to focus on her breathing and control. She knew that was allowed to orgasm, she just wasn't allowed to lose control or make more than a minimum amount of noise.

Roberta felt his groin pressed against her cheeks as he bottomed out. The gentleman entering her commented in an unfamiliar language, she assumed to his companions, and began to fuck her with a torturously slow sensuality that Roberta had never experienced.

One of the other men sat in a nearby chair while the third sat down on the lounger in front of Roberta. With one hand, he reached out and cupped her chin gently. He locked her eyes with hers and smiled. Roberta's face was flush and she felt hot. The third gentleman kept smiling as his eyes wandered over her face. He brushed his hands up the side of her face and into her short, red hair.

Roberta bit her lip lightly, trying to control her breathing. The hand brushed back down the side of her face to her cheek and traced halfway to her lips. Roberta's lips parted invitingly. The third gentleman slid two fingers past her lips and onto her tongue. She wrapped her lips around his fingers and suckled.

The gentleman behind her began to pick up the pace. Every time he bottomed out in her now inflamed pussy, her body would lurch forward just an inch or two and the fingers in her mouth would be thrust in and out. Roberta quickly found herself wishing the third gentleman would use her mouth as the gentleman behind her used her pussy.

But it was not to be. Miss Jefferson returned with the requested tea and the third gentleman removed his fingers and turned his attention to the tea that was brought for them.

Roberta became aware that the gentleman thrusting into her from behind was approaching his finish. She would be left hanging. But, she reminded herself, her role here was simply to serve.

The two gentlemen sitting sipped their tea and watched her with brief comments back and forth in whatever language it was that they were using when she heard the gentleman behind her begin to gasp quietly. She bit her lip and took deep breaths as pumped cum into her. His orgasm stretched out for what seemed like forever. She felt his cum leaking down her thighs.

When he pulled out Roberta was only the briefest touch from her own orgasm. She heard him adjust his robes.

She heard his voice from behind her, "Thank you, Miss Davis. That was delightful."

Roberta attempted to control her voice as she replied, "Thank you, Sir."

But she had not been dismissed, so she held her position. Her body trembled in defiance of her will. She saw him sit down and pick up his tea, smiling with a satisfied sigh. Not another look or thought spent was on her. She had served his wishes and now his pleasure was slicking her thighs and dripping toward the top of her boots.

"Miss Jefferson," the third gentleman summoned.

"Yes, Sir," Miss Jefferson responded quickly.

"Clean Miss Davis," the third gentleman instructed, "so that I might take a ride myself."

"Yes, Sir," Miss Jefferson replied.

Roberta's eyes were still straight ahead, unavoidably looking at the third gentleman. The three gentlemen sipped their tea and ignored her. Roberta's body was aflame.

Miss Jefferson moved quickly to the kitchen and in only the briefest, most frustrating of eternities returned with a small steam tray. Out of the corner of her eye, Roberta saw her take a small hot towel from the tray. She felt the heat and moisture as Miss Jefferson slowly cleaned her thighs, careful to avoid touching her pussy with the towel. It felt wonderful and also helped ground Roberta, calming her lust to a small degree.

Miss Jefferson placed the used towel to the steam tray and knelt behind Roberta. She could feel her hands run up the inside of either thigh and Roberta prepared herself. She would be allowed to orgasm, but she had to maintain propriety and control.

Miss Jefferson used her mouth to gently cover Roberta's tender pussy. Roberta felt her lust peaking quickly. The three gentlemen looked on in amusement. She felt Miss Jefferson suck lightly and her head began to swim. Miss Jefferson sent her tongue into Roberta to seek out any of the first man's ejaculate - to clean her for reuse - and Roberta felt herself explode.

Her vision blurred and doubled as she tried to maintain composure. Her knees wanted to buckle. A cry of wanton joy desperately wanted to escape. Roberta dropped her head onto the velveted arm of the lounger so that it might aid her in stifling the sobbing explosion that sought to burst forth.

Miss Jefferson was quick about it. When she was satisfied that Roberta's pussy was clean enough for the third gentleman to use, she used a second hot towel to press gently against Roberta's inflamed cunt. As Roberta regained control, Miss Jefferson stood and used the same towel to tamp her own face clean and returned it to the steam tray.

The third gentleman stood and opened his robe so that this cock sprung out pointing at Roberta's head. He took the side of her head gently and encouraged to angle toward him. Roberta had never wanted a cock in her mouth as much as she wanted this cock in her mouth right now.

Her lips parted in a silent plea for him to use her mouth, and he placed the head of his cock just inside her bottom lip.

"Suck," was all said and all that he need to say.

Roberta slid herself forward enough to take him into her mouth. She played her lips and tongue around the head of his cock and let her mouth fill with saliva. She pushed herself forward slowly, quietly slurping and sucking. She pushed forward more still. She urged the head of his cock past the back of her mouth and into her well lubricated throat. Her face disappeared under his parted robes and her nose was pressed against his abdomen.

Roberta used her training to spasm her throat. It made her gag quietly, but she also knew from her training that it caused every muscle in her mouth and throat to undulate and stroke against his cock.

The third gentleman let a breath out. She felt his hands on her head as he withdrew. When her mouth was empty she almost whimpered. He moved around behind her. She kept her eyes straight ahead and could see Miss Jefferson bringing the steam tray back to the kitchen.

She felt his cock part the swollen lips of her pussy and slide in. Roberta felt him lean forward and reach around her. One hand was on the lounger arm next to her head and the other grabbed at one her breasts through the skintight uniform.

Roberta's lust was rising again.

He rode her like this for just a few minutes before standing and withdrawing. He grabbed her shoulder. She followed his lead up, around and down to her knees.

She needed no encouragement. Roberta reached up and used her hands and mouth together. His fingertips rested on her shoulders. She took her hand away and fucked her own throat with his cock until she felt him reaching his peak.

She pulled back and used one hand and her mouth to jack his cock until she heard him stifle a cry. Cum flooded into her mouth quickly. Roberta swallowed it all as she slowed her motions. When she felt that he had finished his orgasm, she buried his cock in her face and again caused her throat to undulate. He shook and gripped her head gently.

And then he withdrew and fixed his robes.

"Thank you, Sir," she said obediently.

As he returned to his tea, she knelt there. They had still not dismissed her.

"Miss Davis, back up on the arm please," the second gentleman said without looking at her.

"Yes, Sir", she answered and quickly assumed the desired position.

The second gentleman walked around behind her. She felt him pull one her cheeks aside and felt the nozzle of a lubricating gun against her back door. Roberta's ass had been prepared with a light lubricant earlier in the day, but she was glad to feel him push the nozzle in and release the contents.

She felt him place the head of his cock against her third hole and press slowly in.

During training, Roberta had not been sure if she would enjoy anal sex or not but she quickly discovered that she enjoyed it immensely if the cock was not too large.

The second gentleman was just the right size. Even so, she bit her lip in discomfort. Roberta had found that while she liked that initial discomfort and pain, it would disappear quickly and be replaced with a strange and pleasurable sensation.

But she would not enjoy this as she had thought she might. While the other two gentlemen had at least treated her as an object of desire, there was no gentleness with this one. He asked for no use of her training or skill. He did not waste any time and he thrust in to please himself. Her ass was just something to jerk himself off with.

Roberta had never felt so dirty. It was one thing to be trained for this. That had been almost like a masturbation fantasy. But the second gentleman was simply fucking her ass while she had to remain quiet, still and obedient.

He sped up and slowed down. She had hoped that he would at least be quick, but he was taking his time. The discomfort never went away. It never transformed into the wonderful sensation of having her ass fucked adoringly. She was just a set of holes to thrust a cock into.

Roberta tried to hide her discomfort, but she knew she was grimacing and wincing. She took long, deep breaths and tried to use the techniques she had begun to learn to transform this experience, but to no avail.

A fourth gentleman appeared. Roberta heard the second gentleman say something and the fourth respond. The fourth gentleman walked to Roberta's head and began to undo his trousers. Once his cock was free, and growing before her eyes, he placed his hands on either side of Roberta's head. She opened her mouth obediently.

Out of the corner of her eye, Roberta became aware of Miss Grey.

The second gentleman paused his assault while the fourth slid himself into Roberta's mouth. They hung there for a moment. Roberta felt someone moving under her and a small hand on her cunt. She was surprised to find that even now she was physically aroused. She felt who she assumed was Miss Grey easily slip one finger into her surprisingly wet cunt while a thumb began to massage her clitoris.

The fourth gentleman spoke, "The room is empty but for us. Feel free to whimper and moan. He hurts you, I know. That is what turns me on."

Roberta felt both gentlemen slowly thrust themselves in at the same time.

"I love the sound," the fourth and continued, "of a beautiful woman suffering. And even more when my cock is in her obedient mouth."

Emotions were beginning to overwhelm Roberta's training.

"A month is not nearly enough time to train for this," she thought to herself. "I am not ready for this."

Both gentlemen bottomed out at same time. Roberta's hands came up as she gagged on the fourth gentleman's cock. The fourth and second gentleman worked together to put both of her hands behind her back where the second gentleman held them. Now he was using her own arms to pull himself in and out of her ass.

Roberta felt her uniform open from her navel to the bottom of her collar and separate just an inch or so. Miss Grey had triggered the intelligent fabric of her uniform to open where only she could see it. She felt Miss Grey's lips on her belly. Roberta remembered how kind Miss Grey was during her training. She felt her clit being stimulated inside and out by Miss Grey's skillful administrations.

The second and fourth gentlemen worked together, thrusting in and out of Roberta mercilessly in time. Roberta let herself whimper around the fourth gentleman's cock, hoping that her suffering would bring him to release sooner.

All the while the gentlemen roughly used Roberta's ass and throat, drinking in her painful obedience, Miss Grey was below. Roberta put her attention there, on Miss Grey's loving attention. Her cunt grew hot again and her lust returned in full. The pain and discomfort turned to pleasure and even though Roberta could hear herself through a disassociated fog whimpering and felt tears running down her face to mingle with the drool being plunged out of her mouth and throat by the fourth gentleman's rude cock she felt an orgasm building.

Miss Grey traced a finger and seams opened and closed on her uniform. Her lips found a nipple, firm. Her breast free to hang from the uniform.

There was commotion and Roberta was suddenly empty. The second gentleman pulled out of her ass so abruptly she could barely stifle a scream of pain. But none of that was real. Only Miss Grey was real. There was noise somewhere off in the distance, but all Roberta knew was that Miss Grey had gently pulled her down to the floor.

Miss Grey's lips pressed her own. Somewhere in her mind she was aware that reality had turned somewhere but she did not care. Her own hands were on Miss Grey. Their tongues tangled wetly.

Miss Grey said something and both of their uniforms came apart and fell to the floor. Roberta pressed her thigh up between Miss Grey's thighs and she felt Miss Grey respond in kind. Miss Grey's face was as flush as her own.

Together, they spun until they were spooning inverted. Roberta rested her cheek on Miss Grey's thigh and ran her hands across her pussy. Miss Grey moaned. Roberta couldn't believe how good she smelled and felt. Instinctively, without thought, they each lowered their mouths to each others steaming cunts.

Roberta had never even kissed a woman before and here she was with her mouth passionately buried in Miss Grey's pussy while Miss Grey ate Roberta's pussy in return. Both were lost to each other, mindless to the world.

Miss Grey began to shudder and buck against Roberta's mouth. Roberta tasted Miss Grey begin to cum and went over the top herself. Her senses were full of Miss Grey's divinity. The taste of her, the smell of her, the sounds of her orgasm muffled by her own cunt and drowned out by her own screaming orgasm.




The House Ch. 02



Roberta Davis blacked out.



The House Ch. 02



Author's note - Thanks to all who enjoyed the first chapter! For new folks or anyone who missed it the first time, this story series is a fantasy of non-consent, including kidnapping, torment, and rape of a woman by various men in many orifices (this particular one also has some knife play, as well as a use of fruit that's quite inappropriate). Things are done that shouldn't ever be done in the real world, for many reasons. Please do us both a favor and stay away if this kind of story upsets you; this is not written for the faint of heart. Luckily, a thorough embrace and enjoyment of these fantasies doesn't in any way endorse or imply approval of them in reality. If, after a wank to the happily crafted and entirely imaginary perversions below, you feel like doing some good to alleviate real suffering in the real world, throw a couple bucks towards rainn.org and/or endhumantrafficking.org. Regardless, please enjoy! 

Chapter 02: Life and Lemons

The first night always leaves everyone exhausted, and the boys of the house stagger up to their respective bedrooms, even the spectators spent. But chatty Michael - now relatively quiet - stays behind and awkwardly but gently gets Kari cleaned up and put to bed. She's still bound hand and foot, but he brings warm, wet washcloths from the kitchen and wipes her down with something resembling tenderness, his brown skin looking even darker against the white towels. Rolling her onto a clean sheet, he pulls her across the hardwood floors into the first floor bedroom, and manages to get her up onto the low bed - clad in fresh sheets and a soft comforter. The room smells faintly of lavender, the first concession to femininity that Kari has encountered since she was unceremoniously abducted, and the scent nearly moves her to tears, even though she thought she was cried out by now. 

Gently lifting her head and placing a plump pillow beneath, then pulling the comforter up to her shoulders, Michael speaks again, for the first time since Eric shot on her ass. "We picked you because we think you're really sexy, you know," he whispers, brushing her hair softly. "It's really fucked up, I know." And with that, leaving her speechless with exhaustion, outrage, and a vague twinge of something else, he steps back, turns off the light, and leaves her, still bound, tucked neatly into bed. Her cunt and ass both throb - she can feel the cuts from the bottle cap, deep inside her, and the muscles in her anus feel terribly strained. Her bound limbs ache. But she finds herself falling asleep despite herself, slipping into a dreamless darkness within minutes.

Eight hours later, Evan pulls the door open quietly. Time to go to work, soon - but not before he takes advantage of that tender cunt. She'll be healed too much by the time he gets home.

He presses his hand firmly on her mouth, and her eyelids fly open in terror. His pale hair shines softly in the faint light filtering through the window blind, and his blue eyes look down with cold amusement. "Shhhhh," he whispers. "Everyone's asleep. I have to go to work soon, but I'm going to take the memory of your cunt with me."

He's wearing only boxers, showing off his well-formed torso - in the half morning light, she can see the muscles rippling in his arms, his abs, his chest. He's holding a pocket knife in one hand and a roll of duct tape in the other. Putting the tape down on the bedside table, he flicks the blade open. After a brief, threatening waggle towards her tits - drawing a stifled moan - he chuckles quietly. "Nah, not for your tits this time." He places it on a table by the bed and reaches into the bag again, pulling out two sets of leather cuffs. Releasing her mouth with another hushing sound, he quickly fastens a single cuff to each of the upper bedposts. He picks up the knife again and pulls her over, quickly slicing the rope binding her hands, then pulling each wrist up and fastening them into their respective cuffs.

"Bet that feels nice right now, doesn't it? Just wait till the blood flows into your hands. Can you even feel them?" He's not wrong - her fingers and parts of her hands have gone almost entirely numb overnight, and while they stay numb during the cuffing, the blood starts to flow back shortly thereafter. It feels as those her hands are being stabbed by an array of needles, and she barely holds back a cry.

Flinging the comforter off her completely, he pulls out two more sets of cuffs, repeating the same procedure with her legs. This leaves her cuffed in a spread-eagle position on the bed.

He draws his cock from his boxers, looking at her in the half-light from the windows. She's still wearing the ripped bra, molding her big tits, exposing her nipples. Her skirt has been bunched around her waist, and her torn tights show her panties clearly. her hair is a mess, but the coppery color shines even in the faint light. He releases his cock, picking up the knife again, and neatly cuts her panties, once the crotch and twice on the sides, then pulls them roughly off through the hole in her tights. Bunching them up onto a ball, he reaches up and grabs hold of her nose. Her eyes widen again, and the second her mouth opens he shoves the wadded up underwear into her mouth. Reaching over, he grabs the duct tape, rips off a length, and slaps it over her mouth, holding the panties in. "Like I said - don't wake anyone. It's just you and me this morning."

She's bound, gagged, and pretty much immobilized, and Evan gives a satisfied sigh and smile, the knife still in one hand. He looks her over, top to bottom, reaching his other hand back out towards her tits.

"I was just going to fuck you, you know," he murmurs. "But you have such _nice_ tits. I have so many things I want to do to them... bite them, twist them, pull them, tie them up, beat them, clamp them, tease them... do you know how many different ways you can hurt a woman's breasts? I've probably come up with hundreds, and it's been ages since I've had tits as big as yours to play with. I'm going to have to ask Drew to rig up the eyehooks so I can pull your tits up by the nipples and do more things to them..."

He pauses, then stands up. "Just a minute." He pads out of the room, leaving her bound, sweating at his words, her mouth stuffed full of cotton and dried cum.

Evan returns just a moment later, still holding the knife. In his other hand is half a lemon.

"I was making myself some lemon tea to take with me to work. I have a such a nice idea, though." He places the lemon on the bedside table, and then uses his free hand to grab her left nipple, rubbing it, massaging it, coaxing it into stiffness. She feels it harden despite herself, and he smiles, bringing up the knife. 

"I know I said I wasn't going to cut your tits this time, but... it turns out I lied."

He pulls her nipple up, drawing her breast into a cone. Then he takes the knife blade and carefully, carefully, draws it along one side of her areola. She feels her skin part - just barely, a shallow, stinging, long cut that draws just the smallest amount of blood, and she squeals into the gag of her panties despite herself, terrified he might do worse. But he just does the same on the other side of her areola, then carefully pinches her nipple, holding it still, and draws the blade right across the very tip, leaving a shallow cut that stings like hell, drawing more muffled cries from her. With almost surgical care and speed, he repeats the same three cuts - right of the nipple, left of it, then right across the very tip - on her other breast. 

He places the knife on the bedside table, then, and pulls his boxers off, kicking them towards the door. His cock is already standing tall - he reaches and dabs a few small beads of blood from one of the cuts, rubbing it over the head of his cock, and it jumps slightly. He crawls up on the bed, straddling her - then reaches over and picks up the lemon.

"It doesn't take very much acid to sting in a wound - but citric acid is pretty strong, really," he murmurs, squeezing a trickle of lemon juice into the palm of one hand. Her sleepy, panicked brain suddenly catches up, and she starts to try and wriggle away, but her limbs are cuffed and there's nothing she can do but moan in fearful anticipation. He puts the partially squeezed lemon down, rubbing the juice over both his hands. Then he reaches down, starting to rub at her pussy lips.

The tiny cuts left by the bottle cap the night before seem to ignite at the touch of the lemon juice, and she can't help but scream into the fabric in her mouth. But he just smiles, rubbing harder, grasping and pulling at her pussy lips, massaging them, pulling them apart, opening her up. He picks up the lemon again, and squeezes it directly over her cunt, watching her face with delight as the burning drops impact her inner lips, sliding down into her depths, working the liquid into every little tear and nick that was left on her pussy by the rape of the bottle. He moves the lemon down slightly and drips a little right on her asshole, and tiny tears left by her anal violation suddenly flare to life. He reaches down, taking a single wet finger and sliding it into her asshole, forcing the juice deeper inside, bringing fresh pain inside her aching ass.

He picks the lemon up again and digs the fingers of the hand holding the lemon deep into its flesh, coating them with juice. Placing it back onto the table, he reaches up with his dripping hand and strokes delicately at one breast - rubbing the acidic juices into the fresh cuts on either side of one abused nipple. She screams again, this time easily audible through the gag, but he doesn't care anymore. 

His naked cock is ready, and with one finger up her asshole and his other hand rubbing around her aching breast, her cunt burning, he lines up his cock at the entrance to her pussy and shoves it in with a single thrust. "Fuck, you're hot," He murmurs, bringing his fingers up to pinch her nipple, working the juice into the cut on its tip. His cock twitches, deep inside her pussy, and he begins to fuck her quickly. The finger up her asshole curls, scratching in slow, deliberate strokes even as his cock pounds into her. The hand on her tit releases, moves to her other breast, nails scratching at the open cuts, fingers rubbing the juice in, stinging fiercely as his cock fucks her burning pussy. "Oh, I think you're bleeding inside, just a little bit," he notes, and his fingers tighten on her nipple, grinding it back and forth. "Almost makes up for you not being a virgin. Your cunt's swelling up, I can feel it. Is your pussy just irritated or am I turning you on? Are you getting wet at being tortured like this? Because hurting you sure makes me hard." His cock seems to hit a new depth and he angles his pelvis to push at new places in her cunt, twisting the finger inside her asshole. He switches his upper hand back to the other nipple, juice stinging sharply in the shallow cuts, and she can feel his cock twitch inside her as her muffled cry escapes from the cloth in her mouth. 

He lifts his hand from her tit and swats his palm down sharply, slapping sharply onto the nipple of her breast, then moving to the other, then back - alternating, the slaps seeming to grow harder each time. He times his thrusts into her cunt with the slaps, grunting each time, his finger digging into the walls of her rectum in its own, separate rhythm. With her cum-soaked panties in her mouth, the cock in her pussy, the hand beating her tits, and the finger abusing her anus, she feels that her whole body is being taken, used.

He gasps, groans, and she feels a sudden, burning heat, deep in her pussy. He gives his cock a final shove, burying it deep as cum jets out into her, filling her pussy, adding to the noxious sensations inside her. After a moment, he pulls out - his finger remains in her ass, making small circles, and the hand that was slapping her tits moves down, three fingers easily sliding into her cunt, rubbing around as if trying to rub the cum into the walls of her damaged cunt like massage cream. It burns her fiercely, and she can't stop from moaning around the cotton gag. 

After a few minutes of this, he sighs contentedly. Pulling his finger from her butt at last, he reaches up and pulls the panties from her mouth. He extends the fingers of his other hand - feeling as though he is scooping, swiping around her pussy, gathering up the mix of juice and come - and he lifts that hand to her mouth, forcing his fingers between and over her lips, rubbing the mixture of lemon juice and come into her mouth, over her tongue and face. Then he draws his hand back and gives her a slap - left cheek, then right. 

"All right - off to work for me! See you later tonight - oh, and have fun with the others today, Drew should be in next!" His voice is frighteningly jovial as he gathers his boxers from the floor, striding out and closing the door behind him.



The House Ch. 02



"Fuck," I gasp as the front door of our shitty apartment unlocks. Mom's home early from work; way too early. I really hope she hasn't gotten fired again. 

I straighten out my plaid skirt and try to play it off as if I hadn't just been masturbating to hearing my cousin get blown by his girlfriend. Fuckin' Jenny, too; how the hell did that happen? I remember when we used to live in California, I'd hang out with Tina, Jenny and Melody sometimes when we were in town. While Aunt Amanda and Uncle Jeff lived down in South Orange County, we lived out in fucking L.A. I hated it there; especially since where we lived was so ghetto. Imagine being one of twenty white girls in your school; then imagine being a sophomore with a D cup and an ass that even some of the black chicks pointed out. Yeah, that was my life until Mom met Dan, my step dad. He's an alright douche. One good thing about him is, he's in the military, so as soon as they got married, we got the fuck out of Dodge, so to speak. It was actually Compton, but you get my point. 

Now we live in Arlington, Virginia and I graduated from an all-girls Catholic school. My mom stuck me there because she wouldn't believe me that Dan tried to seduce me on my eighteenth birthday. Honestly, I was better off there than I am now that I'm back at home with Mom and Dan. I've got a year of community college under my belt, and, no, I'm not graduating like I told Tim on the phone. I'm not even transferring to a college out there; I just need the fuck out of this place. I don't know why I lied to him; knowing him and Tina they would open their home to me just to save me from the living situation I'm in.

My mom an abusive bitch and borderline alcoholic, my step dad is a drunken pervert and has only gotten worse since finishing his time in the Army. Now he's a mechanic who spends most of his money on alcohol rather than rent or other bills. If it weren't for the fact that my mom likes to hit me when she thinks I look at her the wrong way or thinks I'm popping an attitude when I tell her there's another message from a creditor on the answering machine, I'd take her with me back to California. 

You see, I saved up for a one-way ticket and packed as much of my shit as I can fit into two suitcases and a carry-on; I'm taking off. I'm nineteen now; I can do what I want and I'm doing what's best for me. I'm removing myself from a shitty situation and hoping my cousins will take me in. Knowing Aunt Amanda and Uncle Jeff, and the amazing people they are, Tim and Tina will help me out until I get on my feet. 

"Hi, Mom," I say as sweetly as I can as she enters the tiny living room of our third story apartment. 

She grunts at me and then eyes me suspiciously. "What are you wearing?"

I look down at my plaid skirt and white button up top from my old school uniform and shrug. "It's all I had clean; I'm doing laundry right now," I tell her, which is a lie since all my shit is packed up. I have just another set of clothes to wear for tomorrow. I plan to stay at my friend Rebecca's place until the next day when she takes me to the airport.

"As soon as you have some clean clothes, change. I don't want you looking like a little tramp when your father gets home," she says and then heads for the kitchen, mumbling something about me being a dumb slut.

I sigh and then head to my room, but she stops me as I pass by the kitchen, grabbing my left wrist. Suddenly my hand is in her face and she's sniffing my fingers. 

"You dirty slut!" she says and then slaps me across the face. "Masturbating in my home, in my fucking living room! Let's see what you were watching before I came in!"

Shit, Dan's probably left one of his pornos in the DVD player. "Mom, I wasn't watching anything! I was on the phone before you came in!" I argue. 

"Oh yeah, talking to who? One of those asshole boyfriends of yours, huh?"

"I've never had a boyfriend, Mom," I tell her, which is true. Ever since Dan started hitting on me when he left the Army and was still looking for work, I'd all but sworn off men. Rebecca's a little more than just a friend. 

"Right, my little lesbian slut of a daughter," she says and then picks up my cell phone, which I stupidly left on the coffee table. She goes to my recent calls and sees Tim's name at the top of the list. "Crying to your cousins about your shitty life?"

"Mom, stop," I plead, my emotions getting the better of me. 

"I bet you'd like to go live with them, wouldn't you? My perfect, rich sister and her perfect husband and perfect twins! Go ahead! Go live with them! See what I care! Maybe they'll teach you to respect your mother for once!" she barrages me with her typical guilt trip, but it doesn't work this time. 

"Maybe I will!" I shout back at her and then rip my phone from her hand, which shocks her; I usually melt into a crying heap of tears when she gets like this, but a girl can only take so much. I storm to my room, slam the door and call Rebecca, putting her on speaker as I gather my already packed bags.

"Hey girl," her angelic voice sings as she answers after a single ring. "What's up?"

"I need out of here now, Becca," I tell her. 

"Sweetie, what happened?"

I tell her about my mom slapping me and the things she called me as I pull my suitcases from my closet and throw them onto my bed. 

"I'm on my way and I'm bringing Trevor with me," she says.

"Thank you," I practically whisper to her.

"We'll be there in ten minutes," she says and then hangs up.

I grab my phone and put it into my purse just as I hear the front door open and close; Dan's home. Now I'm really in trouble. Mom's going to bitch at him and then he's going to come punish me. I remove my phone from my purse again and sit in front of my door. If he wants in here, he's going to have to push me out of the way. It won't be too difficult since I weigh maybe 120lbs, mostly in my boobs, as Becca would say. 

Dan pounds on my door and I let out a small scream in fear. I just need to hang on for ten minutes. He starts to push the door open, but I put my foot against my bed to hold me in place. I quickly dial 9-1-1. 

"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?" a woman answers.

"My step dad is trying to hurt me!" I cry. 

"Did you call the fuckin' cops?" he shouts from behind my door.

"You're calling from a cell phone, can you tell me your address?"

"Thirteen-Twelve, seventh street, apartment three-A," I rattle off quickly. 

"Stay on the line with me; I've dispatched officers to your address. Just don't hang up, okay, sweetie?" the woman says. "Do you have a lock on your door?"

"No!" I cry, tears flowing down my cheeks now. My heart is racing, pounding wildly in my head as he tries to push his way into the room. 

"Do you have anything to defend yourself with?" she asks.

"What? No, I have nothing."

"Not even a baseball bat or a heavy book?" she presses.

I scan my room for anything, but it's all packed in my suitcase. "No, everything is packed in my suitcase. I'm supposed to be leaving for California in two days."

"Officers are on their way, sweetheart, just do whatever you can to keep him out of your room. What's your name, sweetie?" she asks, trying to keep me calm.

"Courtney," I tell her.

"What's in California, Courtney? Family? Friends?"

"Yes. I'm trying to get away from here; I need a fresh start," I tell her, shockingly beginning to calm down, though my leg is still holding up as I keep Dan out of my room. 

"That's great, honey. Does anyone else know you're in danger?"

"Yes, my friend Rebecca and her brother, Trevor, are on their way. They should be here in about five minutes," I tell her. 

"Good. Is Trevor a big guy?" she asks.

Suddenly I picture Trevor and nod. "Yes. He's a hockey player in Richmond."

"Good, I'm glad someone will help keep you safe until the officers arrive. They should be there in about fifteen minutes. Just stay with me, okay?"

"Okay," I cry into the phone; my leg is starting to burn and my back is sore from Dan's attempts to get in. He must be really drunk because normally he'd be in by now. 

Somehow my foot slips off of my bed and I lose my leverage to keep the door shut. I scream and drop my phone as I'm shoved aside. I roll onto my back as Dan pounces on me, pinning my wrists together painfully above my head. I scream out uncontrollably, even as he backhands me across the face. He hits me again, this time with a closed fist and I taste blood in my mouth. Down the short hallway I hear a commotion at the front door; I recognize Rebecca's voice as she shouts with my mom, but it's the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards my room that bring relief. 

Without a word, Trevor barges into my room, sees Dan pinning me to the floor and then he tackles him off of me. Trevor pins him down and hits him once across the face and Dan lies still, his eyes closed. Trevor then turns to me and helps me up. He grabs my hoodie from a hook on the wall and wraps it around me since buttons from my blouse have ripped off, exposing my braless chest. Trevor's always been such a gentleman to me. 

"Come on, let's get you out of here," he says after assuring the emergency lady that I'm okay. 

I nod and he escorts me down the hall. "Oh my God, Courtney; are you okay?" Becca asks as soon as she sees me, ignoring my furious mother. 

"What'd you do to my husband?" she shouts at Trevor with her shrill, annoying voice.

Trevor hands me off to Becca and then turns towards my mother. "I knocked his punk ass out, bitch! Did you even see what he did to your daughter?" 

One of my eyes feels swollen and I know my lip is bleeding, but my mother barely shows a sign of remorse as she looks at me.

"She brought it on herself," she says indignantly. 

Trevor shakes his head and then walks back down the hall to my room. He returns thirty seconds later with my bags and purse. Suddenly there's a knock at the front door. When we turn, two uniformed police officers are standing there; they arrived a lot quicker than the lady had said. 

"Officer, arrest this man for assaulting my husband!" she demands and the two officers look at each other skeptically. 

"Son, why don't you step out into the hall with me," one of the officers suggests as the other steps into the room. 

Trevor nods and then sets my suitcases down by the front door as he follows the officer. The second one looks from me to my mother and then back to me and Becca again. He jerks his head to the front door and then turns towards my mother as she begins to scream at him. We wait in the hall as the other officer asks Trevor what he saw and what happened. When they're finished, he steps up to me for my statement. 

"I'm sorry, miss, but I just need to hear your side. You're the one who placed the call, right?" he asks me.

I nod. "Yes. As soon as I heard him come home, I knew my mom would sick him on me. She and I had gotten into an argument earlier and I was planning to stay at my friend, Becca's place, until my flight the day after tomorrow."

"You're leaving town?" he asks.

I nod. "I have a one way ticket to California," I tell him. "I have cousins out there I was going to stay with for a while until I can get on my feet."

He nods. "I don't blame you. Paramedics are on their way to check you out. I'd feel better if you waited for them outside," he says. "But, first, finish your story."

I tell him everything that happened from the moment my mom came home to when they showed up. When I finish he nods and then goes to grip my shoulder. I flinch so he pulls his hand away.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you," he says.

I shake my head. "It's okay. I don't mean to be jumpy," I tell him.

"Do you want to press charges against your father?"

"Step father," I correct him.

He nods. "Of course," he says apologetically.

"Will I have to stick around if I do?" I ask him.

"You may have to cancel your trip until this is resolved, yes. However, if you don't press charges, I'm required by law to arrest him for assault and he will be charged by the state. All we'll need is a statement from you, but if you can give me your contact information of where you'll be staying in California, then that may be enough to get things going," he says.

I nod and then text Tim for his address. A minute or so later he texts it back and I show it to the officer so he can write it down.

"Thank you very much, miss. Now if you'll please wait for the paramedics to arrive before leaving tonight, I'd appreciate that," he says.

I nod and thank him again before Becca leads me out of the building. Some of the doors in the hall are open as people are peaking out to see what's going on. They murmur together as we walk past, but I don't care; it's mostly about my parents anyway.

When we get outside, the paramedics are just pulling up and when they see me, they automatically know who they're here for. After running their test to make sure I don't have a concussion, they give me an icepack for my eye and clean up the minor cut on my lip. I don't need any stitches, thankfully. 

"You got lucky this time, kid," the older woman says. "You're blessed to have friends like this," she says pointing at Becca and Trevor. 

"Yeah, I am," I agree with her, smiling at the siblings. I almost don't want to leave them here, but I need to get as far away from my mom and Dan as possible and they understand that. In fact, they helped me come to the decision I needed to leave. 

An hour later, I'm curled up on the couch at Becca's, staring at the TV blankly with my head in her lap and my feet in Trevor's. Becca's fingers comb through my blond locks gently while Trevor lightly strokes my shin. The television is on, but I'm really not watching it and I know they've only got it on as a distraction while they wait for me to start speaking. 

"You knocked Dan out with one punch," I blurt out to Trevor. 

He snorts but doesn't say anything, which makes me chuckle, which in turn draws some giggles from Becca. I laugh again and Trevor joins me; soon all three of us are laughing together uncontrollably. 

"I love you guys," I say as we finally wind down from our fit of laughter. "And I'm so glad you showed up when you did," I say sitting up. "A minute later, and who knows what Dan could have done to me."

I turn to Trevor and fall on him for a hug. He pats my shoulder reassuringly as I start to cry again. I kiss him on the cheek, which is something I've never done before. As much as I've wanted to over the past couple of years, I've never shown him any more affection than a hug in greeting. His head turns and our eyes meet; his eyes are so, so...pretty! They're soft, dark brown and they sparkle when he smiles. We stare at each other for what seems an eternity until he presses his lips against mine. I melt into his kiss, falling into his lap as I slither my arms around the back of his neck. I open my mouth and invite his tongue in and he responds by doing so. As our mouths begin to wrestle as we make out, his big, strong hands roam all over my back, which is only covered by my white blouse and the purple hoodie he'd put over my shoulders when he'd rescued me from Dan.

It's not long before I feel his cock press against my butt and when it does, he doesn't try and hide it; instead he subtly grinds into me and it drives me wild. Then I feel sucking on my toes. I break my kiss with Trevor and see Becca taking my right, big toe into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the digit. My pussy begins to tingle as these two siblings show me their affection and love; not to mention lust as Trevor slowly bucks his hips up against my ass again. I turn back to him and clamp my mouth on his again, sucking his tongue into my mouth. 

Trevor unzips my hoodie and then slowly begins to unbutton my blouse, and one by one, the buttons release the strain my breasts put on the tight fabric. As the shirt opens up, the cool air from the apartment creates goose pimples on my tanned flesh. Then, when the last button finally releases, I shrug out of the blouse and drop it somewhere behind me on the floor along with my hoodie as Trevor's big, meaty hand finds and squeezes one of my breasts. I'm so distracted by what Trevor's doing, that I hardly notice that Becca has made her way up to my knees already. I'm wishing at this point she'd just hurry and get to my pussy already. It's tingling so bad from both of their ministrations to my body, that I'm almost on system overload and need some kind of release. 

Becca must have read my mind, because she's now removing my white, cotton panties. I don't know where my underwear lands, but I know where her tongue lands: just inside my thighs, teasing its way to my pussy, which is beyond dripping wet by now. I have no other thoughts of the events of the night aside from what these two amazing siblings are doing to me right now. Trevor pinches one of my hardened nipples and I gasp into his mouth, which makes him smile. I like the feeling of someone smiling while they're kissing me; it's like assurance that I'm doing something right. As he begins to twist that nipple, Becca finally licks my slit from bottom to top, teasing the clit with little flicks of her tongue. 

Unable to control my actions anymore, I break the kiss with Trevor and let my head fall back; but he doesn't seem to mind since this now gives him full access to my tits. He continues to massage one breast while sucking on the other as Becca presses her tongue deeper into me. My mind is in complete bliss as I start to lose track of what they're doing. All I can see is the back of my eyelids and warmth floods my body and I can no longer tell what's going on. 

Every inch of my is in sexual heaven that I can't tell how much time has passed when I finally come back to reality and find myself with my face now pressed against Becca's cunt and Trevor is fucking me from behind; his huge cock filling me more than I've ever felt before. I wish I knew the details of how I got into this position, but I push that thought away as I eat my best friend and lover out. I look up at her as I shove my tongue deep into her pussy and see her pulling on her smallish breasts. Her perfectly tanned skin (we like to go tanning together) glistens with sweat as if we've been fucking for hours already. 

Then Trevor changes things up. He pulls out of my pussy and teases my ass hole with the tip of his cock. I stop eating Becca out for a moment to look back at him. His eyes seem to be asking permission, so I reach back and grab one of my butt cheeks and pull it to the side, opening my puckered hole for him some more. That's when I see just how huge he is. Holy shit, that thing is a lethal weapon! At least eight inches long and so thick, I wonder if he's part donkey! I relax my anus for him as he presses his engorged meat against my ass again, pushing the head in as he helps me spread my cheeks. If I thought I felt full before, it's nothing compared to his dick in my ass. It's not my first time trying anal, but it is with a live cock. Becca's taken me in the ass with her strap-on a few times.

When he's finally sheathed in my ass, he slowly begins to fuck me again. After another minute, I return to my girlfriend and eat her pussy out some more. When I finally bring her to an orgasm, she seems way too excited with an idea. She kisses me and then promises to return very soon. I don't mind because Trevor is doing a number on my ass. Then, a couple minutes later, Becca returns with her strap-on; it's like she'd been reading my mind or something. 

"How about some double penetration?" she whispers in my ear.

We'd talked about bringing a guy into our lovemaking in the past to try this, but never had the guts to go pick a guy up. But, now that her brother has fallen into our laps, so to speak, how can we pass up the opportunity to fulfill our fantasy? So, I nod and she then sticks her big, black, fake cock in my face so I can lube it up with my saliva. I begin to give her fake cock a blow job, licking it up and down and coating it with as much spit as I can. Then, she helps me into more of a standing position on my knees, and Trevor helps by holding my shoulders. He's stopped his pumping into my ass for the time being so we can get into a better position for them to fuck me. Becca gets on her knees as well and with her tall, leggy body, she's at the perfect height to shove that thing way up into my cunt. 




The House Ch. 02



She gets it wet with my juices and then begins to work it into my pussy, which has already been stretched a little by Trevor's larger cock. To feel his cock and her dildo in both holes sets fireworks off inside my mind as they begin to pump into me like pistons of an engine. I plant my mouth on Becca's, finally kissing her again. Soon, this position becomes too much work, so we change it up and I straddle Becca as she sits on the couch with her feet on the floor and then Trevor, after moving the coffee table away, takes my ass again and together they fuck me into oblivion. 

It's not long before I start to lose all sense of time and space again, but I have faint memories of multiple orgasms raking through my body. I come to at one point to switch with Becca. She takes off the strap-on, which has a small protrusion that goes into the pussy of the one wearing it as well, and then she rides my fake cock while her brother pounds her in the ass. I had no idea they were that close, but they definitely look like they've been this intimate before; and I don't blame her. With a brother that hot, I would have fucked him too!

I start to see colors again as we continue to fuck. The next thing I know, I'm waking up the next morning between them in Becca's bed. My two heroes, keeping me safe from the world.



The House Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Measure Twice - in which Drew collects additional data about Kari. 

Author's note - this story series is a fantasy of non-consent, including rape and kidnapping of a woman by many men and in many orifices. This chapter has a particular focus on incredibly inappropriate uses of various objects. Stay away if these are triggers for you, and enter joyously if these are your turnons. Luckily, a thorough embrace and enjoyment of these fantasies doesn't in any way endorse or imply approval of such actions in reality. If, after a wank to the happily crafted and entirely imaginary perversions below, you feel like doing some good in the world to alleviate such shitty realities, throw a couple bucks towards rainn.org and/or endhumantrafficking.org. Regardless, please enjoy! 

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After Evan leaves, the stinging slowly, slowly abates, and she somehow drifts back into sleep again even as the light behind the window blinds grows brighter.

Drew, unlike Evan, knocks sharply on the door, though he doesn't wait for a response before he opens it. Looks like that was enough though, because she's awake, blinking blurrily. She's still cuffed to the bed, her mouth still covered with duct tape.

She takes a glance at the light behind the blinds, and the change tells her some time has gone by.

He notices her glance even as he's putting down his bag of equipment, setting up his laptop on the small desk that sits perpendicular to the bed, near her feet. "Eleven thirty," He says, voice inflectionless. "Time to take your measurements."

She can see his screen from her position on the bed, though not clearly - it's just a little too far away. A spreadsheet?

He's opened the usual datasheet, where he's kept the measurements of every girl that's been in the house. This will be the dozenth row.

He looks at the bedside table, sees the mostly-squeezed lemon half. His nose wrinkles slightly and he picks it up carefully, as if it might be dirty, knowing Evan's habits. 

He leaves the room - she heards a cabinet door open and close, then the sound of a running faucet. When he returns, she can see his hands are still slighty damp. He unzips the bag and reaches in. 

First, a towel, which he lays over the bedside table. Then Drew carefully pulls out his tools, one by one. A spray bottle of disinfectant - rubbing alcohol, for its purity and its... bracing effects. Then a pair of vernier calipers (which looked to her like a ruler with a metal jaw on one side, with another that could slide back and forth, along with a small but telescoping metal spike - almost like an antenna, with tiny measurement markings - on the other end). A standard metal measuring tape, more typical to a construction site but useful for this purpose as well. A headlamp. A tiny bag containing two metal eyebooks and two clamps. A ball of string and a small pair of scissors. Several small, long spoons, and a set of stoppered vials. And then, a speculum, followed by a second one. Having neatly arranged the items on the towel, he takes a final survey and then gives a small nod. This will do.

He leaves the room a last time and returns with a stepstool. Grabbing the small bag, he tucks the ball of string under his arm and the small scissors into a pocket. He steps up to the top step, leaning slightly out over the bed. Her eyes go up and see two small metal holes in the ceiling, above her. He reaches into the small bag and then up, now holding a metal circle with what looked like a long screw sticking out of it. He begins screwing the straight part up into one of the holes, then does the same with the other. Now two metal loops stick down from the ceiling, right above her chest. He then takes the ball of string, unwinding a section that's long enough to reach from the ceiling down the mattress - he then doubles that and cuts, and feeds half of the length of string through the metal loop so it tickles on her chest, releasing the other end so it hangs down alongside. 

As he does all this, she finds her eyes wandering over the profile of his body - slender, tall, his black skin faintly reflecting the sunlight, the wireframe glasses suiting his serious face. His hair is cropped close, dark like the rest of him. He's dressed casually, just a t-shirt and jeans, but he looks... she catches herself. Is she seriously checking out one of her kidnapper rapists? What the hell is wrong with her?

The string measuring and cutting routine is repeated for the other metal eye, leaving her with four ends of string resting on her tits from the ceiling, and he steps down the ladder, heedless of her discomfort or its potential reasons. 

He sets the small bag down - she hears it clinking, so something must be left inside - and reaches over for the calipers. Opening them up, and brushing the dangling string ends aside, he places the stationary jaw so it just touches the outside edge of her breast. Then he slowly closes the moving jaw until it just starts to dig into the inner edge of her breast, then takes note of the number of the ruler. He goes to make a note in the spreadsheet, and returns.

This time, he moves the jaws much closer together, and moves it up towards her nipple. She watches nervously as he places the jaws on either side and then moves them together, slowly, until they just touch either side of her nipple. He pauses there, takes a reading - and then gradually pushes the outer jaw tighter, compressing her nipple between the two hard, metal edges. She watches in growing horror as her nipple is compressed - is he going to cut it off? Finally, the pain grows too much and she lets out a soft cry, audible through the muffling cotton and tape - immediately he stops, takes a second reading, and removes the calipers. Two numbers are added to the spreadsheet this time. As he goes back over to the side of the bed, she notices, despite the neutral expression on his face, that his cock is hard inside his jeans, pressing out against the denim.

He repeats the same three measurements - the width of her breast, the width of her nipple, and how narrow it can be squeezed before she cries out - on the other side. Then, placing the calipers back down, he picks back up the small bag and upends it into his hand. Two metal clips settle into his palm. They are long, and look almost like flat, metal clothespins with small teeth on the inside edges, with some kind of black, rubbery substance coating them. There's a metal loop at the very top.

He presses one open, reaching out and taking hold of one of her nipples. He holds the clip so that it points down towards her breast, carefully releasing it so the entire length of her nipple is captured, compressed, lengthened. The small teeth and rubbery coating grip on firmly. She groans through the gag. Then he grabs one of the dangling lengths of string, running it through the loop at the top of the clip and tying a quick knot. Finally, he takes the other end of the same string in one hand, and slowly begins to pull.

She watches in horrified fascination as her breast is pulled up by her nipple. It hurts fiercly, the cuts from this morning not really healed. But he keeps pulling, this time not stopping when she begins to moan in pain. He keeps pulling, very slowly, his eyes taking in every detail as her breast is stretched, her nipple crushed and held between the rubbery coated teeth.

He keeps going until it truly feels like the string cannot be pulled any farther. She's screaming now, behind the panties and duct tape. Her breast has been pulled into a long cone, her nipple distended in the clamp, the tiny veins beneath her tender flesh standing out pale blue on her taunt skin.

Holding the string still, now, he threads the end of it through the circle on the clamp and ties it off, leaving her breast stretched. Picking up the metal measuring tape, he places the cold metal tip at the base of her breast and carefully measures the height to which her tit has been stretched. Then, he squints carefully as he checks the length of her compressed nipple inside the long clamp. Those numbers go in the spreadsheet as tears gather and spill from her eyes, sobs of pain coming from deep in her chest.

He pauses for a moment, unzipping his pants and pulling out his erect cock. Standing next to her, looking down at her, the wet tracks on her face. He fists his cock once, twice, three times - then carefully puts it back away. He picks the last knot he tied loose, and lets a little slack into the string. Her breast still hangs painfully, but comparatively, it feels bearable, and her crying slows.

Of course, the next thing he does is repeat the whole affair on her other tit. The clamp, the string, the so-gradual pulling, the tie off, the measurement. She can't help herself, crying again, more tears, and once again he stops briefly while her breast is pulled unbearably tight, the other one dangling beside it, and unzips. One, two, three strokes, as he drinks in the sight of her abused tits, the sounds coming from behind her gag, and then back to business, loosening the string, so her breasts both hang, clamped and pulled high, with just enough slack to make it the pain manageable.

Drew pauses briefly to grab, don, and switch on the headlamp. Then he pulls the pillow from under her head abruptly, and manhandles it underneath her lower back and buttocks. Each time he moves her body while doing this it pulls on her nipples and she lets on a muffled shriek. Once the pillow is in place - lifting up her pelvis so both her cunt and ass are readily accessible - he briefly examines her cunt, swiping with his fingers to part her lips. Thick fluid oozes out, clinging to his fingers. He turns back to the bedside table, wiping his wet fingertips briefly on the edge of the towel and picking up the spray bottle and a speculum. Giving it a thorough spritzing, he moves it down and inserts it into her pussy in a long, smooth thrust. She grunts as the rounded metal edges bump up against her cervix, and flinches as the still-damp alcohol seeps into the tiny cuts inside her pussy, stinging deep in her cunt.

Now he begins to open the speculum, larger and larger. One inch, two, and then past it... she can feel her cunt aching more and more with each turn of the screw, sucking in breath sharply through her nose as she tries to cope with the pain building in her belly. Finally, he is satisfied that the speculum is open to its farthest reasonable extent. She feels as though her skin is about to tear.

He checks the diameter to which the speculum is open, records that. Then he picks up the measuring tape, and begins to extend it into her open cunt. She shudders at the scraping metallic sound.

He watches the tape go in, the thin metal unrolling bright yellow as it extends back into her open hole. He sees her jerk as the square metal tip brushes her insides, as a sharp edge bumps against the sensitive flesh. Leaning down, he looks up inside her, the light from his headlamp illuminating her wet, quivering cunt, reflecting off the tape. The straight edges stand out as completely unnatural against the curves of her inner walls, a foreign object that seems to rape her cunt while barely touching it. He shivers a little despite himself - and intentionally lets the end of the tape drop as he continues extending, ever so slowly, watching the shiny metal tip drag against her pussy flesh. He can see the tiny scratches, still red against the pink, and as the edge of the metal tape head catches, he wonders if its on her natural folds or on the still raw edges of those wounds.

The end of the tape bumps against something, and she jerks. He knows it's hit her cervix, that sensitive, tight gateway - but he pushes the tape a little farther anyway, depressing that inner flesh and bringing forth a long, deep groan of pain. He checks the final measure - eight inches and five sixteenths.

He contemplates letting the tape snap itself closed, but knows the chances are good that the resulting slice in her cunt would damage her permanently. So he gradually lets it slide back out, covered in shiny moisture, folding back into the roll. Her cunt is practically pouring with wetness - drops oozing out from inside and around the metal speculum, spilling down all the way to her asshole. He sets the tape measure aside, and picks up the shorter of the spoons.

He sprays it down briefly, and then picks up and unstoppers one of the vials, holding it in his other hand. He inserts the spoon up into her cunt, about an inch past the entrance, and digs it into her slick wall. In a slow, dragging motion, he scoops it down, the edge dragging against her inner flesh. Then he withdraws it - the spoon full of translucent liquid - and drops it into the vial, which he stoppers. He reaches out and picks up the second, longer spoon, the delicate handle about eight inches long.

He slides this spoon in - all the way in. Back up to the very end of her cunt, to her already abused cervix. And this one he digs in hard - pressing back and down, scratching, turning the spoon this way and that. He pulls it out a little and jams it back in, stabbing at her deepest flesh, using the curved metal instrument to scrape deeply inside her raw, stretched-open cunt. She moans, anguished and muffled. For a brief moment, his aloof manner slips and raw lust shows on his face. He fucks her wide open cunt with the spoon, out, then back in, banging her cervical opening with the metal tip over and over again, each time drawing a muffled scream from her. He puts the handle between his palms and spins it rapidly, the spoon slapping in circles deep inside her gaping pussy. 

He swallows, and stops. A single, final swipe of the spoon deep in her cunt and he pulls it out, brimming full as well, but this come is slightly pinkish. He drops that into another vial, stoppers it. And reaches for the spray bottle - and the second speculum, slightly narrower than the first but just as long.

After cleaning it, he actually slides the closed anal speculum inside her still wide open pussy, rubbing it around to coat it with her flowing juices. Then he touches it to her asshole - already drenched on the outside from her gushing cunt - and begins to press it in. 

She groans as he slides it up, up, the metal invading her tight anus. He pushes it all the way up and in, eight inches of cold metal sliding into her ass. 

And then he starts to open it. One inch. Two inches. And past. He wants to open it as far as the one in her cunt, to stretch and force her asshole into a kind of twisted symmetry with her cunt. Her screams reverberate past the tape on her mouth but he keeps cranking, each eighth of an inch a new hell on her abused ass - but he gets what he wants. Two holes stretched over two and a half inches wide each.

For this one, though, he doesn't use the measuring tape. Instead he picks up the calipers, and extends the telescoping metal spike on the far end. A depth probe, with tiny, precise measurement markings. He slides it up into her open asshole, once again bending to get a clear view of her taut, stretched insides. Her tight anal passage gleams, as does the metal probe, and he presses it deep within her, past even the end of the speculum, pushing it past where her flesh puckers back together. He looks up and watches as her stomach tightens, cramp hitting her, and he wiggles the probe slightly, watching her twitch in response. Then his eyes go up farther, to dangling breasts - nipples pinched and horribly red in the clamps, hanging from the long strings. Then back to her inner ass. It seems the probe won't go any farther - at least without risk of tearing something - so he takes the measurement - ten inches and three eighths, not too bad - and withdraws the probe.

He stands up, walks to her head, and rips the duct tape off - muffled scream - then pulls out the wadded remains of her panties. She spits and coughs, moaning, trying to hold still so she doesn't pull on her breasts.

"You can ask one question." He says, flatly.

"Wha...." she can barely make words, her mind completely jumbled. Finally, she manages, softly, "Why are you doing this?"

"The measurements will let us make things that fit you. Or don't just barely fit you. Evan particularly prefers that, actually."

"That's not what I..." 

"You've had your one question. Now shut up." His voice is cold, and she finds herself obeying. He unzips his pants again, pulls his cock back out. It stands up, dark and slender and long, like him. Maybe nine inches total. He reaches down, unscrews the anal speculum, slides it out, places it aside. Then he gets up on the bed.

She watches, dumbfounded, as he does the same thing to his cock as he did to the anal speculum - slips it inside her gaping cunt, rubs it around, coating it with liquid from inside her gaping pussy. His eyes burn into hers, and she can almost hear him saying it: _Slut. Filthy wet whore._

Then, leaving the speculum in her cunt, he places his cockhead against her anus and begins to push.

"Oh no, god, you can't..." 

He buries his cockhead inside her roughly, then shoves again, burning another two inches. The sharp thrusts cause her breasts to move and bounce, and he reaches one hand up and slaps her right tit, pulling more, the strung up clamp digging cruelly into her nipple. She screams in anguish.

He pulls his cock back out, and starts again, this time agonizingly slow. With the speculum still stretching her pussy, her ass feels impossibly tight, even having just held the wide speculum. Each slow inch seems to hurt more than the last. He reaches up suddenly, grabs the clamps on her nipples, and releases them. 

"OH FUCK -" Far worse than anything that's been done to them so far, she feels the blood rushing back into her abused nipples and she howls, her arms pulling sharply and ineffectually against the cuffs.

And then he seizes her throbbing, burning nipples tightly, one in each hand, and it feels like he uses them to pull himself the rest of the way up into her ass.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh - " Her scream becomes wordless. Pain. Her cunt is stretched wider than it's ever been, nine inches of cock are raping her ass, and as he starts to fuck her in earnest she can feel his grip tightening on her nipples. Everything hurts. 

He lets go of one nipple and reaches down. She jolts, as if electrocuted, as his fingers find her clit, above her wide stretched pussy. Swiping the juice dripping from her pussy, he begins to rub it, watching her face.

"You're going to come with an eight inch speculum in your cunt and a nine inch cock fucking your ass, after having your tits hung from the ceiling for over twenty minutes." He says matter of factly, even as sweat beads on his brow. Then he pauses in fucking her ass, in rubbing her clit, and she shakes beneath him as he reaches over to the table - grabs another long spoon, like the one he'd shoved deep in her cunt before. And for the first time, he smiles, as he slides the spoon up inside her wide-open cunt. It's just long enough that a bit of the handle pokes out. He reaches down and starts rubbing her clit again.

"Correction. You're going to come with an eight inch speculum spreading your gaping cunt - open over two and a half inches wide - with a nine inch cock raping your fucking ass, after having your tits tortured and hung up for almost half an hour -" and here he slams his cock into her ass all the way, and his pelvis rams into the end of the spoon, driving it up and slamming its metal end deep inside her pussy, crushing against her most tender inner flesh - "while a metal spoon is pounded up into your fucking cervix and one of your nipples is being crushed." And the fingers of his left hand make good on that last promise, grabbing the tender tip of her breast, and squeezing it, rubbing it. And as he pulls his cock halfway out and drives it back in - slamming the spoon, digging it in deep again - his right hand moves back to her clit, flicking it sharply. "Oh, and while I abuse your fucking clit." He flicks it again, hard. Fucks her ass. Slams the spoon. Grinds her nipple. Flick. Fuck. Slam. Grind.




The House Ch. 03



She can feel it coming, and it hurts so bad with her pussy stretched so wide - the walls of her cunt feel like their almost tearing themselves on the stretching speculum as the impending orgasm builds. The spoon crushes deep into her, and the growing ripple of cramps seems to collide with the other sensations, and she screams, her anus clenching and unclenching around his raping cock as he fucks her asshole over and over, as he flicks her clit faster and faster.

"Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" They're both shouting together and she's thrashing in her cuffs, and he lets out a deep grunt, she feels an eruption of heat deep in her ass as he slams in a final time, coming hard, and the tip of the spoon stabs her cervix dead on, triggering another wave of horrible cramps. And then he grabs her clit, pinching it, pulling it, even as he grinds his pelvis, moving the spoon, jetting hot cum deep in her gut, and she goes off the edge, screaming, howling, swearing, coming so hard she feels like her cunt will crush the speculum inside it. 

And then they are both still, breathing hard, their sweat and fluids mixing, something old and timeless permeating the twisted ritual that preceded it.

He sits up, pulling his cock out. Pulls out the spoon - and drops it, carefully, into another vial. Closes and removes the speculum. Stands up - stands back - looks her over. Strolls to his laptop, peers at the numbers, looks back at her again.

"Not bad," He grants, nodding slightly. "Not bad."

She lies there, completely unable to process what has just happened, as he packs his items back into his bag, folds up his laptop. He walks as if to leave, and then pauses and looks back at her.

"I'll bring you some soup," he says, turning and walking out the door.



The House Ch. 03



Cynthia spent the evening on the phone. She didn’t realize she was doing it, but she only phoned those girls who had dressed sexually to attract when they were going to her school. They had been the girls most promiscuous, libidinous of nature. Their ages ranged between eighteen and twenty. She was surprised that not one had turned her down, all willing to help if they could see inside the house. If she had looked at an old petition against the house, she would have found all their names on it. They had signed it as a lark, not believing for a moment that an old whorehouse could possibly be competition for their voluptuous charms. With minor variations, these girls were similar in build. Although hair color varied from blonde, to dark brown, to red, and height from 5 foot 2 to 6 foot. All were large of boob, wide of hip, sexily big and round of ass, and all wet and hairy of pussy. Each had one of more tattoos in various places and each had one or more piercings. They all thought they were the answer to modern sexuality. Unbeknownst to Phoebe all had various levels of contempt for the virginal librarian, thinking her a fool. Their own virginity long since lost to some casual sex in the back seat of a car or some equally mundane place.

While Cynthia phoned, Phoebe shopped. She went to one of those lingerie places, you know the kind, the kind that Phoebe had never entered before. They sold sexy under garments, garments designed to entice. Garments like the ones those girls probably wore when they where showing off their wares in the old house. Whorish garments that her father would have railed against, pronouncing them unfit, spawn of the devil’s making. She felt deliciously wicked as her fingers traced the lace of the tiny thongs she was admiring. She remembered both Cynthia’s and John’s interest in her derrière as she bought several pair. She knew her breasts were small, but by the way John behaved she felt enticing. She bought several demi- bras that lifted her small breasts, displaying them prettily, allowing a little areola to show above their cup. Phoebe saw several other garments that she liked, but as of yet they were beyond her sexual level of acceptance.

The house creaked in disappointment hoping she would buy the corset that many of its former inhabitants had worn to show off their wares. Unfortunately, the shop she had chosen to shop in was just a little too far away for it to influence her strongly. Well maybe after tomorrow it thought.

The women went to bed that night happily satisfied with their evening endeavors and slept extremely well. John on the other hand slept fitfully, besieged by thoughts of Phoebe’s succulent hairy pussy and other erotic activities. In consequence, he awoke late, so horny that he thought of masturbating until he realized the time and jumped from his bed. He just had time for a quick shower and a glass of orange juice before the two women and their helpers would be at his door. The orange juice glass was still in his hand when the doorbell rang announcing their arrival. There they stood, not two but eight females, some with mops, brooms, and pails in their hands, ready to clean. 

Each, as they entered the old house, felt their vaginal walls begin to sweat fresh exudate that leaked from between their labia, wetting their panties although Cynthia had not worn panties hoping she would find a few moments of privacy with Phoebe. Consequently, she could feel her thighs smeared with her juices slide back and forth as she walked further heightening her arousal. Strangely, each of the women in some way or another had dressed to entice. Cynthia had worn a sweater that clung to her ample bosom, a deep v in its neck. With a bra that squeezed her breasts together, she showed off a cleavage that had never before been seen in public. Phoebe looked as virginal as ever but beneath that strait-laced exterior, her father described, whorish garments clung to her body, the thong already wet with her arousal. The bra allowed the tops of her areolas to be exposed her nipples struggling to be free. Little did she know that six more thong revealed asses followed her into the house. Oh, they were clad in hip hugging short shorts or skintight jeans far too small for the voluptuous hips and magnificent asses they were supposedly meant to conceal. In reality, they were so tight that the seam, which ran through their labia, further enhanced the swell of their sex. If one looked closely at a couple of them, tiny stains of moisture already demonstrated their states of arousal. Soon all would be in the same condition. All six were bare of midriff some with navel piercings, which attracted the eye to their sexy navels. Each wore a top that although legally covered the magnificent curves of their rather large assets, was designed to show off, rather than conceal. The house upped the ante a bit and soon each was showing her erect nipples through the thin materials

Phoebe thought her state of arousal was because she was so anxious to feel that wonderful hardness of John’s inside her again. Cynthia thought it was because she wanted to taste Phoebe’s succulent peach once more. The girls, each in their own way, had noticed the handsome young architect, and thought of sexual play with him as the main object. John excused himself for a moment, supposedly to put his juice glass in the kitchen, but in reality, once he was in private, to quickly reach into his pants to adjust his hardening member. He couldn’t believe his attraction to the now not so prissy librarian, wanting to rush her to his bed and fuck her brains out again. God, he was so horny he thought he could fuck a knothole in a plank. The long and short of it was they were all in an advanced state of arousal as they set to work. For a while, all of them worked diligently and it was surprising how fast the work went. John had assigned the second floor to the six girls and with sweat running down their chests between their pendulous tits they scrubbed, mopped, dusted, and cleaned. He, himself worked on the third, while Phoebe and Cynthia worked on the first.

When it came to cleaning toilets you would have thought it would curb the girls growing sense of licentiousness, but no, visualizing instead the countless number of pussies that had hung over these same toilets dripping sperm and semen as they were wiped clean. The girls worked their way down the hall saving the room marked private to the end. Once they were interrupted when a moving van arrived delivering six mattresses and boxed spring sets with bed frames to put them on. Four large boxes of linens, pillows, and bedspreads came with them and John set them to work making the six beds. Phoebe and Cynthia helped them heave the mattresses around into the rooms that had already been cleaned, before they once again disappeared. In the kitchen stood a new kitchen table and chairs along with a number of small appliances such as toaster, drip coffee pot, and microwave. Cynthia returned to her work in the dinning room not noticing that Phoebe was missing assuming she was working in another part of the main floor. The girls retuned to their work after putting away extra sheets and pillowcases along with the towel and wash cloths they had found at the bottom of one box.

Finally, they got to the room marked private and began scrubbing toilets and sinks until they shone. Because they were now together they were able to discuss the tall handsome architect that attracted them so as they had walked in the door. Mia, the six footer, who had always been the most forward of the six stood and said, “I wish I had the courage to tell him in here buddy,” as she blatantly rubbed her pussy through the material of her short shorts bringing the other girl’s attention to the wet stain of arousal on her crotch. 

Wendy, the shortest of the six, turned and wiggled her ass at them and said “I bet he’s like to try a little of this. Wendy, although just eighteen had a fondness for being penetrated in the ass and had trained her asshole to be most flexible. 

Sue, the red head, loved her own tits and lifted them. “I’m sure he’d suck on these she said.” She licked one nipple through the thin material of her blouse. 

Julie, the darkest haired of them all, looked at them all and said, “He won’t touch any of us like this.” They all looked around at each other noticing that they were not only sweaty from the vigorous work but much of the grime had managed to transfer itself to their bodies. All of them suddenly remembered they had been cleaning toilets. God knows what had gone on around them. 

Jean, the quietest of them all suddenly announced, “My pussy’s gooey!” Each of the others knew theirs was too but didn’t admit it. Jean was always succinct, never using a word more than necessary.

Each suddenly felt icky and Mary the blonde said, “Look, I’ll run and get some of those towels and we can all have a shower. I’m sure John won’t mind, we’ve got this place neat and tidy. As long as we clean up after ourselves, I am sure a shower will just help clean the shower area.” 

Mia told them she had found a bar of soap she was sure John had left in one of the small bathrooms because the soap wrapper had been on the floor. Mia and Mary left the bathroom on their respective errands while the other girls began to strip, each hanging their clothes on the hooks they found on the back of the stall doors. When the two girls returned they found the four others already in various stages of nudity with Wendy, the littlest one in terms of height already under a shower. Soon all were under the six showerheads bodies slick and slippery. Jean announced, “It smells!”  Then all the girls noticed the strange smell that now pervaded the room seemingly growing stronger by the second. As it strength increased their pussies wept. Their loins on fire, needy, wanting, empty. Wendy’s little brown wrinkle opening slightly on its own accord. 

Meanwhile Cynthia was suddenly overwhelmed by an urge to bury her tongue in Phoebe’s sweet pussy, to feel her orgasm on her mouth. She went looking for her lover but couldn’t find her on the main floor. When she climbed to the second she heard the laughter and giggles as well as the sound of the showers. She was sure that Phoebe wouldn’t be in with the young girls she searched some of the bedrooms calling softly for her friend. Still searching she made her way to the third floor quietly walking down the hall to the back bedroom. As she approached, she noticed the strange smell that Phoebe and she had noticed yesterday. Just remembering the joy that Phoebe had brought to her needy cunt caused her to excrete more mucilaginous exudate onto her already sticky thighs. Her nipples began to ache with and ache that only a good sucking would alleviate. 

Strangely, she wasn’t surprised when she entered the bedroom to find Phoebe’s succulent ass firmly griped by John’s hands. Naked as the day she was born, Phoebe had mounted on top of John, sliding her horny pussy back and forth over John’s prick, using it like a swizzle stick, stirring the embers of passion deep in her loins. Occasionally she’d dip her shoulders allowing her smallish tits to come in range of John’s mouth. Sometimes one of her tits would disappear entirely into his mouth, proving that a mouth full was more than good enough. Normally, in these circumstances Cynthia would have run from the room deeply embarrassed by her accidental viewing of such an intimate act. In this instance her own oppressive horniness held her in the room, hand cupped beneath her skirt to stop her drippings from reaching the newly cleaned floor. Inexorably it was not enough and she licked her palm clean before sliding two fingers over her clit and deep into her pussy forgetting all about her drippings. Her cunt was now on fire, craving the very cock that had buried itself deep in her friend’s cunt. By the sounds of their moans and Phoebe’s mewing cries John would soon make his creamy deposit deep in Phoebe’s humping genitalia. It was such an arousing sight, John’s powerful staff, shiny and slick with Phoebe’s bountiful emissions. They began to power fuck, humping, heaving, thrusting, until John with a series of grunts that combined with Phoebe’s cries, sent deposit after deposit into Phoebe’s receptive body. Phoebe collapsed onto his chest gasping for air. His softening phallus squeezed from her by her cunt’s contractions, followed by a dribble of semi-transparent whiteness. 

To Cynthia’s over the top lust, it was a delicious sight, demanding her tongue to follow where his cock had been. To suck his male seed from her female center, to satiate momentarily the fire that coursed through her being. Before Phoebe could react, she found herself yanked from John’s body and rolled onto her back, her leaking gash vulnerable as Cynthia’s mouth stole from her receptive cunt. Phoebe’s only reaction was to grab the grey haired head and pull it harder against her pussy bruising her friends lips with her need while she sought a second orgasm almost as satisfying as the first. Phoebe felt the orgasm was sufficient payment for the theft of John’s potent seed from her cunt. John, however, watching this demonstration of self-gratification, hardened once more. Cynthia might be an elderly woman, but damn that hot receptive pussy looked young enough. Phoebe eyed John’s hardening and realized if she lay low and bided her time, she would be able to steal some of her man’s cream back. 

Down stairs, while Cynthia had passed them on her way to the third floor, things were heating up. Although they didn’t know it the strange scent had made them so libidinous they were unselfconsciously rubbing lubricous pussies and pulling on nipples in front of each other. They passed the soap back and forth lathering twelve tits and six pussies well beyond the point of cleanliness, until Mia the bold soaped her fingers, stepped over to where Wendy was showering, and slid one then two fingers into her ass. The raunchy chatter about John’s potential for a sexual encounter came to an abrupt halt as Mia with her other hand cupped Wendy’s pussy, her index finger splitting her raggedy floppy labia, penetrating into her well-lubricated sheath. Wendy, double penetrated like she enjoyed, moaned out her appreciation into the suddenly quiet bathroom. Mia bent over as Wendy looked up at her and kissed her on the lips maintaining her sexual grip on her friend. Mia’s tongue reached as far as it could into Wendy’s mouth so that she was now triple penetrated. The other silently watched until Mia broke the kiss and said, “Don’t just stare, come here and help me with her. The girls gathered around Wendy adding fingers to asshole and cunt stretching Wendy’s holes like she enjoyed. Sometimes Mia would break the kiss allowing someone else’s cunt drenched fingers to bring flavor to Wendy’s mouth. Finally, Mary went to her knees and slipped her tongue deep into Mia’s gash before standing and replacing Mia’s tongue in Wendy’s mouth. This act initiated a general melee of fingers and tongues buried in each other’s cunts and mouths. 

The house wanted more. It realized that the floor would be hard and cold even with the warm water that still cascaded from the showerheads onto the floor. It began to pump heat off its sun-drenched roof into the concrete of the shower floor. It knew that once seriously warmed, the concrete would hold the heat for as long as it needed. It planted a few suggestions in the girls minds and soon the showers where turned off and the girls began lying down on the floor on their sides. After awhile they became attached to each other, mouth to pussy, pussy to mouth, until they formed a circle of female flesh each with a head between their legs, a tongue deep in juicy cunt. Mia maintained a finger deep in Wendy’s ass. The house began to play them like a fine instrument. It was the most difficult thing it had attempted to date. It adjusted their sexual tensity allowing each to search for orgasm but arranging it so their orgasms would be simultaneous. Upstairs while this was occurring John was bringing Cynthia to orgasm as Phoebe was enjoy her masturbatory fingers for the first time. The house was on a roll everybody was coming alone nicely, their tensity peaking. The house released it hold and orgasmic heaven rolled through the house amidst the moans and screams of pleasure. Quivering bodies racked by orgasmic shudders, throats raw, cunts and lips bruised and swollen by the intensity of humping bodies. The house actually moved a thirty-second of and inch on its foundation in its own semblance of ecstasy.

The girls disengaged, it was getting late and they all had dates that evening, they were no longer sure they wanted to go on. The boys were going to be disappointed that night. Upstairs John withdrew from Cynthia’s pussy and Phoebe took the opportunity to steal some of John’s delicious cream back savoring it in her mouth. Soon they were all dressed and trickled down to the foyer, the girls profusely thanked by John. The girls all told him they wanted to come back and help again. Their motivation not quite as altruistic as it appeared. Each really wanted to fuck his brains out. None of them realized that the despised supposedly virginal Phoebe was the key to his cock. The girls left with the mops and pails they had brought and John invited the woman to drop by tomorrow afternoon to meet his mother. Then they left, their pussies bruised and swollen, pleasantly sore, from the strong pounding John’s manhood had imparted to them. 

The house wondered what John’s mother was like. She lived too far away for it to know. It knew John had three sisters and a twin brother. It was how it had convinced him to buy so many beds. 



The House Ch. 03



Minerva fell asleep watching television as Aaron watched her. When she was sound asleep, he lay on the bed next to her and wondered what it would be like to hold her as she slept. His hunch was that she would like it unlike both of his late wives. After performing what both of them called their marital duties, Martha would immediately leave the bed and wash his seed from her skin. As far as she was concerned, her job was complete but Aaron wanted to hold her and be held and it never happened even when he asked.

Aaron had a thought, what if he could touch her? Then what? He might scare her away and he certainly didn't want her to leave; he liked having her here. Aaron watched as she in her sleep moved one of the tiny braids from her face, and settled back into sleep. Aaron sighed in frustration; he wanted to touch Minerva so badly that he could almost taste it. 

Taste. 

It had been a long time since he had tasted a woman and the woman hadn't been either of his wives. It had been a widow who was kind enough to offer him a place to sleep when he was on his way home, she came to his room that night seeking comfort and he obliged by bringing her pleasure with his mouth and she reciprocated. Before her, it had been years since he had experienced the pleasure of a warm mouth on his cock as his wives thought both acts disgusting and only things that women of ill repute did.

Aaron came to a decision; he was going to try to touch Minerva. He took a breath, closed his eyes and slowly began to move his hand toward her arm. The closer he got the more excited he became, closer he moved until his fingers were just above the surface of her skin, just a little closer....

Minerva moaned and turned over facing him. Aaron pulled his hand back in surprise at the sudden movement. When Minerva settled down, Aaron looked at her; she was totally nude beneath the sheet. When she turned over, the sheet slid down exposing a large breast making Aaron's mouth water and his cock jump. 

Aaron made a decision; somehow he was going to make love to this woman. He didn't know how he was going to make it happen but he was going to do it. He watched as Minerva in her sleep reached under the sheet and rubbed herself, it was too much. Aaron reached between his own legs and began to stroke himself matching his strokes to hers. Suddenly, Minerva was awake. She looked over at what she thought was the empty side of the bed and frowned.

Aaron stopped stroking himself and wondered why she had stopped and willed her to continue. To his pleasure and relief, Minerva began stroking herself with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other. As she began to moan softly and then louder, Aaron stroked himself faster. He murmured her name as he pumped into his fist coming just before she did.

Minerva lay still catching her breath and wondered what in the hell was happening, she had just had the most erotic dream of her life and it involved the man in the picture. She rarely woke up with the need to make love to herself but then she had started when she was asleep. After a few minutes of thinking about what had just happened, Minerva decided that it was just because she was relaxed, at Diana's house she always had to be so careful.

Aaron looked down at his nude body; he had never thought to wander the house nude, after all; who would see him? He took hold of his semi-erect cock and wondered what it would feel like to be inside of Minerva. He stiffened at the thought and began to stroke himself again. He had the feeling that he would be doing that quite a bit until he figured out how to be with her.

Minerva got out of bed and headed to the shower. Her plan for the day included walking around the grounds and seeing what fruit trees had blossoms on them. After that, she would do laundry, she was almost out of underclothes and it would be several more days before her things arrived from New York. After her shower, she made her way to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee and fixed a bowl of cereal. Aaron watched her eat and wondered why she was eating so little. In his day breakfast was a hell of a lot more than whatever it was she was eating and coffee. He looked at the cereal box and read the title 'Special K' "What in the fuck is a Special K?" he muttered and continued reading, 'lose a jeans size in 2 weeks'. He looked at the thin white woman on the box and then looked at Minerva and understood, or thought he did. His Minerva wanted to be thin like the woman on the box! The fact that he thought of her as his didn't escape him; he knew exactly what he was thinking. With a flick of his wrist, the open box of cereal was on the floor.

What Aaron didn't know was that Minerva simply liked the taste of the cereal, she wasn't interested in looking like the woman on the box and the way in which she was comfortable with her body should have told him that but he came from a time when it was fashionable to be thin.

Minerva jumped when the cereal box hit the floor and the contents spread all over. The box hadn't been close to the edge and she wasn't standing near it so how had it fallen? Aaron felt guilty afterwards, he had created work for her when he made the box fall but he liked the view when she bent over to pick the box up. He imagined his hands on her ass as he took her from behind.

Aaron left the kitchen; he had to get himself under control. Desires that he had not felt in almost one-hundred and fifty years were overwhelming him and if he wasn't careful, he would manifest in front of her before he was ready and he would lose her.

Aaron stayed away from the kitchen until he was under control, he put his clothes back on thinking that it might help and was surprised that it actually did. The cereal was cleaned up and Minerva was sipping from a mug that was filled almost to the rim with coffee. Aaron peeked into the cup and frowned, why was the coffee so light? He wondered and then saw the container of creamer. As far as he was concerned, coffee was meant to be enjoyed black and without sugar but he smiled when he saw how much Minerva was enjoying her coffee.

He followed her to the living room and saw her frown, what was she looking at? The picture.

Minerva stared at the picture, she was certain that she hadn't left it lying face down but how else could it have gotten that way? She turned it over and looked at it. There was the man that had been in her dream but damn he's good looking for a white man she thought as she took in Aaron's strong features. She remembered the story about how he died and wondered if his wife was the one who set him up. She began to wonder about the history of the house and decided to postpone her walk around the property and do the laundry. After that, she would go back to the antique shop that she had bought the picture at, maybe the woman would be working today and could tell her something.

He would have to be more careful Aaron realized. He had turned the picture over in anger when he thought about Clara and her betrayal of him. Minerva laid the picture down face up and left the living room taking her coffee with her. Aaron followed her to the room where the washing machine and dryer was excited that he was finally going to see how they worked. Minerva threw in her underclothes with the exception of her thong underwear, added the soap and fabric softener and started the washer. Aaron quickly lost interest in the washer when he saw the small bit of material in Minerva's hands.

Minerva ran some cool water into the sink and washed the thongs by hand. She knew that most people would think that a woman of her age and size shouldn't be wearing thongs but the hell with them; she liked them and thought that they were comfortable as well as sexy. Aaron's eyes bugged out when she draped the thin material over some clothes hangars to dry. She wore those? He wondered as his cock hardened once again, oh yes, he had to have this woman.

While the laundry ran, Minerva booted up her laptop and typed in Aaron's name. Why go into town when she had the internet? She asked herself. After a few second's, there were several hits under Aaron's name. He stood behind her looking over her shoulder fascinated as pictures of him came up. There was even a picture of the house as it had been and another picture showing the renovations in progress several months ago. He watched Minerva as she realized that the house that she had just moved into had once belonged to him.

"Fuck me." she murmured softly.

"I would love to." Aaron murmured in response.

Minerva kept reading. The account of Aaron's death matched what the woman at the antique shop told her. Even then there was speculation that Aaron's wife Clara had arranged for his death when she found out that he was coming home. While he was gone, she had taken up with an Oliver Norton who was made his money by profiteering even moving into a house close to his. The popular thought was that Clara put Oliver up to shooting Aaron as he made his way home but there were still those who believed that Aaron was shot by a lone Yankee not aware that the war was over. Minerva put her money on the bitchy unfaithful wife, after all, he was on his way home and that would put an end to her playtime.

From there Minerva looked up Aaron's wife Clara Richardson nee Williams. Clara, the article said was the only daughter of a wealthy farmer who was new to money. He happened to come into it by marrying a wealthy widow who met her demise just four months after the wedding leaving him and Clara as the only beneficiaries. There was speculation surrounding her death with the most popular opinion that Hiram, Clara's father killed her. It was never proven and Hiram never remarried. The article went on to say that Clara was in love with Oliver but because he had no money, her father forbid the marriage and forced her to marry Aaron who was from a wealthy family and was wealthy himself. 

"Geez, it's like a soap opera." Minerva muttered as she kept reading forgetting about the clothes in the washer.

She found an article about Aaron's first wife Martha Richardson nee Lamb. According to this article, the marriage was a relatively happy one with the exception that Martha wasn't a healthy woman. Her father was a wealthy slave owner who was known for treating his slaves well.

"Whatever that means." Minerva commented and kept reading.

Martha like Clara was a small woman and Aaron towered over her but unlike Clara, Martha had a smile on her face, she loved her husband, Minerva could see it in her smile and he apparently was fond of her. Minerva didn't get the sense that he loved her and didn't know what it was about the picture that made her think that but she was sure that it was true.

Three hours later, she was still reading about Aaron and the history of the area in general. Her cell phone rang making her jump. She checked the caller ID and moaned. Diana.

"Hey, yes I'm fine. No. Diana I'm not moving back to New York, I like it here. Look, I gotta go...bye."

Minerva turned the ringer off; Diana would be calling her back in less than five minutes. She turned her attention back to the laptop and continued reading. There were quite a few historical sites around, maybe she would go sight seeing one day. She closed the laptop and remembered the clothes in the washer. Aaron followed her once again interested in the machines. It wasn't long before he understood that one washed the clothes while the other dried them. The people of this time were spoiled he decided as he watched Minerva put the clothes into the dryer and turned it on.

Minerva picked up the picture of Aaron and his wife Clara and looked at it for several minutes. 

"Who killed you baby?" she murmured as she ran her fingers over the face in the picture. Suddenly she wanted to know where he was buried. It had to be somewhere on the grounds but where? 

Minerva looked at the clock and thrummed her fingers on the table. It was just after two in the afternoon, still early enough to do some exploring. Having made up her mind to go, Minerva went back to the bedroom to change clothes. She pulled her shoulder length braids into a ponytail, grabbed her 'Yankees' baseball cap and headed back to the kitchen where she took a plastic sack from under the sink and tossed in a bottle of water.

Aaron watched as Minerva got ready to go out wondering where she was going. He followed her out of the house and to the small house in the back that at one time had been a cabin that a slave family had lived in. He thought that was where she was going and relaxed. He didn't want her going into the woods alone, especially this late in the day. When she walked past the house he began to panic what if she got lost? And he wasn't the only spirit that lived here, some of them were quite dangerous. Even though he/she owned the land far beyond the house, the only place she was totally safe was inside the invisible line that ended about one-hundred yards beyond the back door of the small house and with him. 

"Fuck!" he swore as he tried to think of a way to get her to turn back. She had no sooner passed the safety zone when Aaron saw the spirit of a fellow confederate soldier eyeing Minerva. Aaron moved to the front of her and mouthed a single word- "mine" The soldier looked at Aaron and then at Minerva before disappearing.

Minerva stopped and looked around. She could still see the small house and the bigger house beyond it and wondered if she shouldn't go back and come into the woods when it was earlier in the day. After debating for several minutes, Minerva, much to Aaron's relief turned around and headed back.

Aaron stayed outdoors while Minerva went inside; she would go out again of that he was certain. He wouldn't be able to stop her so the question became how to keep her safe. He would go with her and protect her against the other spirits that coexisted with him but if she got lost or hurt he wouldn't be of much help to her. There was also the possibility that she would go into the woods without his knowledge. Visions of the things that could happen to her passed through his mind. 

The confederate soldier would no doubt spread the word that she was here and that she belonged to him which would give her some degree of protection but there were those that it wouldn't matter to. They would try to make her lose her way in the woods and do horrible things to her with the least being driving her insane, the worst being leading her to her death.

The only thing that he could do to protect her if she went alone was to roam the woods warning everything away from her. Of all the spirits on his property he was by far the most powerful since this was his land and he had died here still owning it. He had the power to exile spirits to other places although he had never done so. For the most part, he left the spirits outside of the safety zone alone. Maybe if he made an appearance to the others they would see that he meant it when he said that Minerva was off limits. He also had a few spirits who he had been friends with in life, he would enlist their help in protecting her. It was all that he could do and he hoped that it would be enough.

Minerva finished the laundry and put it away before making her dinner for the evening. She decided to watch television in the living room instead of in bed because there was a program that she really wanted to watch and if she watched it in bed, she would fall asleep. She put the last of the gourmet frozen dinners in the microwave and made herself a cold drink. As she waited her mind went back to Aaron.

What woman in her right mind would throw away someone who looked like that for someone who looked like a weasel? She wondered as she thought about the internet picture of Oliver Norton. She picked up the picture of Aaron and Martha and then set it down when the microwave went off. She put the dinner on a plate, grabbed her drink and went to the living room. She had just turned on the television when her cell phone rang.

"Please don't be Diana." she whispered as she picked up the phone. "Thank you god." she whispered when she saw that the call was from a local number.

"Hello?" she answered curious as to who would be calling her.

"Dwight! Hello! I'm fine, how about yourself?" she said pleasantly surprised.

"I was just calling to check on you, how are things?" Dwight asked.

"Great, I love the house and I especially love the quiet." Minerva replied.

"Good. I actually called for another reason as well, I know that you're new to the area and I was wondering if you would like a guided tour. We could leave early in the morning and grab some lunch and dinner along the way."

Minerva hesitated and then agreed.

"I would like that, when were you thinking of going?" she asked.

"I'm free tomorrow, will that work for you?"

She was still on vacation, why not? She asked herself.

"Sounds good, what time?"

"I'll pick you up around eight and Minerva? Wear comfortable shoes. I'll see you in the morning."

Minerva hung up and smiled, it would be nice to have someone show her around.

Aaron got back to the house long after Minerva had gone to bed. He took his time in roaming the grounds making sure that everyone knew of Minerva and that she was off limits. He met up with some of his friends who agreed to protect her anytime they knew that she was in the woods. He also found the confederate soldier who agreed to stand guard by the safety zone and to alert the others if Minerva should decide to enter the woods. The last person that he spoke with wasn't a friend in death anymore than he was in life, Oliver Norton.

"I don't owe you a damned thing!" Oliver told him when Aaron talked to him about Minerva, "as a matter of fact, maybe I should take her just as you did my Clara." he added.

Aaron saw red but made himself calm down.

"Oliver, at the time Clara was my wife and I was well within my rights to take her. However, let me warn you, if you make a move toward Minerva, I will exile you to the worst place that I can think of. Have I made myself clear?" Aaron asked.

Oliver became even paler than he was, as in life he was still basically a coward. In response to Aaron's question, he vanished into the night.

***

Aaron stood by the bed watching Minerva sleep for several minutes before lying down beside her. He took in her profile and thought that she could be royalty. He wanted to touch her face; he wanted to run a finger along her high cheekbones and her full lips. He still wondered about the tiny braids and wondered what they would feel like in his hands. He took a deep breath and smelled the lotion that she had applied before getting into bed, vanilla this time he noted. He moved until only inches separated them only moving back when she turned over to face him, he watched as Minerva kicked the sheet off and turned toward the opposite way again. God she was beautiful he thought as he watched her settle back into sleep.

The alarm went off at six-thirty. Instead of lounging as she usually did, Minerva was up and out of bed and in the shower in no time flat. Aaron wondered what was happening that she was in such a hurry especially since it was so early. He followed her to the kitchen as she made a pot of coffee and fixed a bowl of cereal, this time he refrained from making it spill not wanting to create more work for her. 

Minerva made sure that her cell phone was charged and that she had plenty of cash before making a last check around the house making sure that it was secure. Where was she going so early? Aaron wondered. His question was answered a few minutes later when Dwight knocked on the kitchen door.

"What in the hell is he doing here?" Aaron murmured.

"Morning Minerva! Ready to go?" Dwight asked.

Go? Aaron thought, go where?

"I sure am! I'm really looking forward to this! Thank you for showing me around." Minerva replied.




The House Ch. 03



At first, Aaron thought that they were talking about the woods but he realized that he was wrong when he watched them get into Dwight's car. He bristled when he saw Dwight touch Minerva's back as he helped her into the car, jealousy raged when he saw Minerva smile at Dwight in thanks.

"She is mine!" he hissed as he watched them drive away.

The day passed quickly for Minerva, Dwight was quite the tour guide taking her to the Shiloh National Park and then to 'Hagy's for lunch.

"This is the best catfish you'll find anywhere. He told her as he pulled up. "See that little cabin over there? That's where this place started and it's still family owned."

As they waited for their food, Minerva examined Dwight. He was tall, good looking in a rugged kind of way, his hair was dark with streaks of gray mixed in that didn't make him look old but GQ handsome and he had a pleasant smile. Minerva wondered why he wasn't married or if he had a girlfriend.

"So Dwight, what's the scoop? How come you're not married?" she asked deciding to be forthright.

"I was at one time, we divorced five years ago, call it irreconcilable differences. We have two kids but they live with her in Jackson. What about you?"

"I was almost married once; I backed out two days before the wedding. I couldn't see myself living with him for the rest of my days and I've never gotten that close to being married again." she replied. "Do you get to see your kids?"

"Once a month and every other holiday, I usually go to Jackson and stay in a hotel during that time. It gives me more time to do things with them instead of going back and forth."

Their food was brought out and looked absolutely wonderful. Minerva moaned with delight when she took the first bite of her catfish. Dwight was right, it was the best catfish that she had ever tasted, and she was going to have to come back here again.

After lunch they stopped at several antiques stores and went to the 'dam'. Minerva was quite impressed with it and spent several minutes with her eyes closed listening to the sound of the water. Dwight watched her and decided that he liked her. Not only was she attractive, but she was assertive and wouldn't take shit from anyone. He wondered how she would feel about dating a white man. By the end of the day, he decided to ask her.

"Minerva, I really enjoyed myself today."

"So did I, thank you for everything." Minerva replied already knowing what was coming next.

"You're welcome, I was wondering if maybe we could go out for dinner sometime." Dwight said and then waited for her answer.

"I would like that." Minerva said meaning it. She really liked Dwight with his quiet but strong mannerisms.

"Great! Is tomorrow night too soon?" he asked.

"No, it's perfect just so it isn't any place dressy. My clothes haven't arrived from New York yet." she replied.

Dwight walked her to the door and gave Minerva a peck on the cheek, "I'll see you tomorrow night." he told her.

****

The day had passed agonizingly slow for Aaron. He wondered where Dwight had taken Minerva and what they were doing. He hadn't expected her to be gone all day. With each passing hour his anger and jealousy grew until he had to leave the house. If he stayed he would have torn it apart and she would have left for sure, he roamed the woods reinforcing his warnings that Minerva was off limits. When he got back, she still wasn't home. He tried to convince himself that he was being irrational, she didn't know about him and what rights did he have to claim her? He was after all a damned ghost.

"She is mine damn it!" he swore as he paced the property outside and then paced through the house. 

It was almost nine when Aaron heard the car pull up. He watched as Dwight helped Minerva from the car and walked her to the door. He almost exploded when Dwight kissed Minerva on the cheek and she actually seemed to like it. "What in the fuck is she doing?" he ranted as Minerva and Dwight talked for another few minutes before she came into the house.

Minerva walked into the house and felt a distinct chill that quickly passed. She checked the thermostat, shrugged and went into the kitchen for a drink of water. Aaron watched her as she drank the water, his anger at her had cooled but the jealousy toward Dwight hadn't diminished. He wanted to be able to touch her as Dwight had and right now it just wasn't possible but there was something else, he now had a competitor. One that she could see and touch, how could he compete with that?

Minerva took a quick shower, oiled her body from head to toe and thought about the day. It had been a good day and she found that she was looking forward to dinner the next night. She turned on the television, closed her eyes and went to sleep much to Aaron's disappointment. He was hoping that she would take out one of the gadgets and pleasure herself so that he could help. She hadn't used any of the gadgets since the night that she had moved in with him. When it became clear that it wasn't going to happen, Aaron lay on the bed and began to plan how he was going to be able to make love to her.

The next morning, Minerva woke up, channel surfed and watched television. She tried to think about what to wear to dinner and liked none of her choices. It was time for a visit into town she decided as she stretched and turned onto her side. She looked at the clock, it was barely eight but her cell phone showed that she had a text message. She touched the icon and saw that it was from Dwight.

"Minerva, I really did have a good time yesterday and I'm looking forward to tonight."

Minerva smiled at the message and sent a text back.

"I had fun too; I'll see you at six."

She finally got up and went downstairs. The picture of Aaron and his wife were where she left it, today would be a good day to go exploring she decided. Aaron watched as Minerva put on some old clothes, grabbed a bottle of water and headed out toward the woods. He stayed close to her as she walked not paying much attention to where she was going. He saw the confederate soldier, nodded at him and kept moving actually surprised at how fast Minerva could walk. Along the way he saw some of his friends and some of those who would have no problems with hurting Minerva. To those he mouthed the word "mine" as he stared at them. Minerva for her part was totally oblivious to the going ons of the spirit world.

After two hours, she decided that it was time to go back; she still had to go shopping for an outfit for her date with Dwight. When she turned around, she realized that she hadn't a clue as to which way was home, the very thing that Aaron had been afraid of. Keeping her safe from the others wasn't a problem, getting her home was. Minerva pulled out her cell phone hoping to use one of the apps when she realized that there was no signal. Not knowing what else to do, she started walking but in the wrong direction. After awhile, Minerva realized that she was walking in circles. She pulled out her cell phone hoping that it would pick up a signal and cursed when there were no bars. She took a swallow of water and tried to decide what to do; no one knew that she was out here.

She closed her eyes and said a prayer for guidance and started walking, once again in the wrong direction. Aaron in his frustration closed his eyes and sent a thought to her having no idea whether she would hear it or not.

"Turn around."

Minerva stopped walking and turned around although she wasn't sure why and began to walk. Ninety minutes later, she saw the roof of her house. Breathing a sigh of relief, Minerva went into the house and straight to the shower, she would have to wear whatever she had, there wasn't enough time to go shopping.

Aaron sat on the toilet and watched her shower, so he could communicate with her on some level he thought encouraged. He moved from the toilet when Minerva got out of the shower, he loved watching her dry off, especially when she dried her back. Her ass jiggled much like it had when she had danced around naked. He frowned when he saw her taking clean clothes out of the dresser and closet, where was she going? He wondered. He had really thought that after her ordeal in the woods that she would stay in and pleasure herself.

Six o'clock Dwight rang the doorbell. Minerva gave herself a once over and let him in. But damn he looked good in his button down white shirt and tight jeans Minerva thought as she looked him up and down. It dawned on her that it had been months since she'd been with a man and Dwight was looking good. Apparently he was thinking the same about her. His gaze started at her face and worked its way down to her feet and back up to her face.

"You look fantastic." Dwight said when his gaze was back to her face."

Aaron was furious, how dare this man look at his Minerva like that! It was obvious to Aaron that this man wanted Minerva and to add insult to injury, she wanted him too. He almost flung the picture of him and Clara at Dwight's head but stopped himself. He had to control himself and hope that Minerva wouldn't give herself to Dwight but what if she did?

Dwight took Minerva to one of his favorite rib places where there was also dancing. Minerva noticed some unhappy glances and most of those were from women. From time to time one of them would go up to their table and ask Dwight to dance even though it was quite obvious that he was with someone. It made Minerva realize that women were women no matter which part of the country they were in. To his credit, Dwight politely declined each dance before deciding to put an end to the invitations.

"Come on." he said when a slow song began to play.

He led Minerva to the dance floor and pulled her close. Minerva took a deep breath and smelled his cologne, she had forgotten how good a man could smell and feel. She relaxed into Dwight's arms as he tightened his hold on her leaving no question that they were together. After the dance, the number of women seeking his attention dropped to nil and they could enjoy their evening.

Back at the house, Aaron raged. The windows shook whenever he stomped past them.

"Here I am with all of this power and what good does it do me?" he asked himself. "I can't even touch Minerva!" he added as he stomped through the house. The more he thought about Dwight with Minerva, the angrier he became and he didn't understand it. If all that he wanted to do was fuck her why was he so angry? Why was he insisting that she was his when she wasn't? It was within her rights to fuck whoever she wanted. Aaron made himself calm down before he destroyed something. He went to Minerva's room and lay on the bed to wait for her to come home.

Dwight didn't want the night to end, he found Minerva to be like a breath of fresh air. She was brutally honest, funny and one of the most intelligent people that he knew and he wanted to know her better. Minerva didn't want the evening to end either so she offered to make coffee when they got back to her place. Even though he had an early morning appointment, Dwight didn't turn her down telling himself "that's why they have red bull."

It was one am when they walked in and Aaron was livid.

Minerva made the coffee and sat down at the table with Dwight to wait for it to finish brewing. As they waited, Dwight reached over and much to Aaron's fury took Minerva's hand in his and began to stroke her knuckles. 

"Slap his goddamned face!" Aaron hissed.

Instead, Minerva offered her other hand to Dwight and let him stroke the knuckles of that one too. The brewing coffee was forgotten as Dwight brought Minerva's hands to his lips and kissed them. Minerva closed her eyes enjoying the feel of Dwight's warm lips against her skin; it really had been too long.

The sound of a crash from the living room made both Dwight and Minerva jump. Dwight went into the living room to see what had fallen and came back.

"One of the pictures fell, the nail must have been loose or something." he said sitting back down.

"Oh, I'll fix it later." Minerva said remembering the coffee.

As she poured the coffee, she had two sets of eyes on her ass and two hard cocks wanting to be inside of her. Dwight shifted in his chair trying to make room in his jeans to accommodate his cock. Aaron on the other hand just watched her, the front of his slacks tented out. 

Dwight was beside himself, he had to leave before he did something embarrassing like coming in his pants at her kitchen table.

"Minerva, I've got to go." he said still sitting, he hadn't figured out how he was going leave with an erection.

Minerva being true to herself didn't want him to go and admitted it. She figured that they were both well over twenty-one, she couldn't get pregnant and maybe he had a condom tucked into his wallet and even if he didn't, they could pleasure each other manually. Bottom line: she was as horny as hell and wanted the touch of a man.

"Dwight, I don't want you to go and judging by the front of your jeans you don't want to go. We're both adults and I promise that I'm not a stalker so will you stay?"

Aaron screamed in rage, what was she thinking? He willed Dwight to say no and when it didn't happen, he stormed out of the house.

Minerva held out her hand to Dwight, when he took it, she led him to her bedroom, shut the door and then opened it. This was her house and there was no need to close the door she reminded herself. Dwight walked over to her and kissed her gently at first and then with more insistence. He hadn't been with a woman in over two years and that last time was with his ex-wife. Minerva returned the kiss with equal insistence as she pulled Dwight's shirt out of his jeans and fumbled with his belt buckle. Dwight pulled away from her to help her with his belt and then helped her undress. To his delight, Minerva was wearing thong panties, his favorite kind of panties for women. He looked down at her and grabbed her breasts, gently squeezing and pinching the nipples until Minerva was moaning in pleasure. 

Minerva pulled Dwight's jeans down over his hips taking his underwear down with them and grabbed his cock. Dwight moaned at the contact and allowed himself to be led to the bed by his cock, this is what he liked. A woman who wasn't afraid to take charge in bed and who wasn't afraid to take directions from her lover. Dwight knew that this was the kind of woman Minerva was when he pulled his cock from her hand and told her what he wanted.

"Lie on your back and open wide." he said firmly but not unkindly.

"Woo hoo!" Minerva thought, "A man who knows what he wants."

Minerva lay on the bed as Dwight had requested and watched as he knelt between her legs, moved the panties aside and began to devour her like a man possessed. Dwight held on to her hips as she ground herself against his mouth, screaming when the orgasm hit. 

While Minerva recovered, Dwight found his jeans, pulled out his wallet and took out two foil packages-condoms. While he was fairly sure that Minerva had no diseases, he was taking no chances. Minerva watched as Dwight put one of the condoms on and came back to bed throwing the other one on the bedside table. 

Instead of sliding into her as she thought he might, Dwight took on large dark nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it while pinching and rolling the other between his fingers. Minerva twisted his hair in her hands as she held his head tight against her breast as he sucked and rolled the nipple in his mouth. She cried out when she felt one finger and then a second slide into her and began to pump in and out. When she was about to come, Dwight stopped, lay on top of her and replaced his fingers with his cock. Within minutes it was over, Dwight held Minerva close as they caught their breath.

Aaron sat outside and listened to the sound of Minerva making love to and with Dwight. He wanted to kill Dwight for being able to pleasure Minerva in a way that he couldn't at least not yet. The one thing that tonight did was this; his resolve to make love to her grew. By the time he was through she wouldn't want anyone or anything else including her gadgets. She would be completely his and she was never leaving this house.



The House Ch. 03



"I created the sound of madness; wrote the book on pain, somehow I'm still here to explain..." Brent Smith of Shinedown sings in my ear as my cell phone wakes me. I grab the singing cell phone and see that Mom is calling. 

"Hello?" I say groggily.

"I'm sorry to wake you, Tim, but have you heard from your cousin?" she asks quickly.

"Yeah, she called me last night and then texted me again for our address," I tell her.

"Did you know she was planning to come out here?" she asks.

"That's what she said last night. She told me she's transferring schools in the spring," I say, getting out of bed to talk to her privately in the bathroom so I don't wake Jenny. I don't bother putting any clothes on; I'm too tired to do that, besides, I'm trying to hold a phone to my ear.

"Well, she's just taken off from her mom's house and is holed up with her girlfriend and her brother at the moment," she says.

"Okay," I say as if it doesn't surprise me, which it doesn't.

"She's running away from home, Tim," she adds.

This doesn't surprise me at all. I always had a bad feeling about Dan, but what could I have done about it? They'd moved during our junior year of high school so it's not like I could protect her like I could if they'd stayed in California. But, she texts me often and occasionally calls me to catch up every so often.

"Why don't you sound concerned?" Mom asks me suspiciously.

"Because, no offense, Mom, I know Courtney better than anybody and she wouldn't do something like this without a good reason," I tell her.

Mom is silent for a moment before responding. "So, why would she take off from home like this?"

"Mom, before I answer that, can you tell me your fully honest opinion of Dan?" I challenge her.

She sighs. "He's an asshole," she admits. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that," she corrects herself.

"No, Mom, that pretty much sums it up. But, after I tell you what I've heard from Courtney about him and Aunt Andrea, you'll understand why she's doing what she's doing," I set up my story of what Courtney's told me over the past couple years.

"Okay, go ahead, don't hold anything back," she says, a hint of anger in her voice that scares me a little.

"Well, from what Courtney told me, the real reason they sent her to that Catholic school was because Dan used to try and seduce her all the time. She was able to keep him off of her for a while, but the one time she wasn't able to fight back as successfully, Aunt Andrea walked in on them. Courtney was relieved, thinking that her mom would rescue her, but instead, she accused Courtney of seducing Dan. The next thing she knows, they're shipping her off to that Catholic school. She hated it at first, but then she met Becca, and they hit it off," I say and then Mom interrupts.

"Which is about when she came out of the closet," she says.

"Actually, she did that about six months after she and Becca started seeing each other, but yeah. Anyway, because of what Dan did to her, she told me she's done with men and when she met Becca, Mom, she sounded so happy, I couldn't help but be happy for her," I tell her.

Mom sighs. "I guess I can't disagree with you there," she says. "Your sister seems so happy with Melody."

"She is, Mom," I tell her but leave out the fact that I join them from time to time and actually just fucked Tina yesterday.

"So, you think things just came to a point that Courtney couldn't bear to live there anymore?"

"It's the only thing that makes sense, Mom," I tell her. "She wouldn't leave unless there was a really good reason. She wasn't making enough money to help pay rent with Becca at her place, so she couldn't move out, but if she was able to save up a little for a flight out here, then things were pretty bad. I mean, Dan's an alcoholic and I think he's made Aunt Andrea one, too," I tell her, though I'm scared she'd defend her sister.

"You're probably right, she sounded drunk on the phone last night," she confesses.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"No, it's okay, Tim; I had a feeling something was wrong and I knew if I could get the truth from anyone it would be you. I know how close you and your cousin are."

"I'm still sorry that Aunt Andrea has become the way she is," I tell her. "She used to be cool. Now Aunt Dana is more of a real aunt to me than Aunt Andrea."

"Well, Dana would definitely appreciate hearing that," she chuckles.

"How are you guys doing? We haven't come to see you in a while. Maybe we should when Courtney gets here."

"Yes, but only when she's ready. Take care of your cousin and make sure she's okay before bringing her by. I need you to assure her we love her and want what's best for her no matter what that is," she urges me.

"Of course, Mom. We'll take care of her," I promise and just then the bathroom door opens and Melody enters, stark naked. She looks me up and down and then raises her eyebrows at me and cocks her head to the side. "I gotta go, Mom, I'll let you know when Courtney gets here," I say.

"Okay, I love you!"

"Love you, too, Mom," I say and then hang up my cell and set in on the counter in time for Melody to drop down to her knees and take hold of my cock.

"Good morning," she says.

"Good morning, beautiful," I say and then sigh as she swallows my half-hard cock into her mouth. 

She has me hard in no time and bobs her head up and down on my cock. I haven't fucked Melody in a while; she and Tina have been so exclusive lately. I'm not complaining, I'm head over heels in love with Jenny and our sex-life is still pretty amazing. But, it's been a while since the four of us have played together. I almost forgot how good she really is at this. She sucks as she pulls back on my cock, while breathing in through her nose as she takes me back into her mouth again. But, as quickly as she starts, she stops and faces her back to me, leaning on the counter. She was only sucking me off to get me hard enough to fuck her. Sometimes I love how straightforward and to the point she is.

"Make it quick, stud," she says, using her favorite nickname for me. It used to only mean that I was a good-looking guy with a great body, but shortly after we were all living here together, she'd said I was like a stallion set to mate with all the mares in the herd. 

I'm not one to argue with Melody, though we've had moments we fought over Tina's attention, so I drag the tip of my cock along her tight, hairless slit to gather some of her juices onto my cock before sliding it deep inside. She sighs as if my cock is exactly what she needs this morning.

"Sometimes the real thing is so much better than a dildo," she says, leaning back against me briefly to kiss me, which she doesn't do very often, which makes this situation even weirder. I don't complain, though. 

She leans on the counter again and I begin to pump in and out of her pussy, holding her by the hips. I even reach up and grab her red, curly locks and pull back on her hair. She laughs lustily as I fuck her roughly from behind, my pelvis slapping hard against her cute little ass as I slam into her tight, lesbian cunt. I let go of her hair and hold onto both of her hips as I hammer away at her sex, soaking in the heat and moisture of her pussy. Just then Jenny walks in on us. We stop and look at her but she smiles as she walks past us to the toilet to pee.

"Don't stop on my account," she giggles and then begins to urinate. 

I return to banging Melody's cunt quickly. She gasps "yes" over and over again as I ram into her. I feel my balls tighten as my orgasm approaches, and then suddenly her cunt grips my cock so tight, I'm surprised I can still slide it up and down her fuck hole at all. But it triggers my cock to blast her insides with my hot, stick spunk. We shudder together; I hold her up so she doesn't collapse as I sense her legs begin to give out on her.

"Thanks, stud," she says and then kisses me again before heading back into the hall and into her room. I hear their shower turn on and that's when I remember that she and Tina have their own bathroom; she'd really just come in here for a quickie. Fuck, I love living here.

"So, that looked fun," Jenny says after wiping herself and then flushing the toilet.

"Yeah, I've got it rough, don't I?" I joke as she steps up to me in just her oversized T-shirt, or my T-shirt I should say, and her cute little pink cotton panties. 

"It must be hard living here," she says with innuendo. 

"It usually is," I agree. 

Her hazel eyes drop down to my cock which is at half-mast after my quickie with Melody. "Think I can get it hard again?"

"For you, I don't think it'll be a problem," I tell her and then pull her against me for a deep kiss. 

I reach down and grab her beautiful ass, squeeze her cheeks and then lift her off of her feet. She helps by jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I turn and set her on the counter and continue to make out with her as I slip my hands up into her T-shirt. Her skin is hot to the touch as I fondle her full breasts; god I love those tits. She pulls on the hem of the shirt and then quickly lifts it up over her head, breaking our kiss to do so. As soon as the plain, gray shirt is tossed away I dive in and suck on her amazing tits, switching from one to the other and back again. I fondle, squeeze and pretty much maul whichever one I'm not sucking, licking and nibbling. After a good couple minutes of giving her tits attention, I begin to kiss down the rest of her body until I reach her tiny little panties.

Hooking my fingers around the thin strips of material curving around her hips, I pull them towards me; she raises her hips off the counter, pushing herself up with her hands, to allow me to remove them from her body. I discard them to the floor and spread her legs wide, but before I can do anything, she grabs my face and pulls me back up to hers. She places a gentle kiss on my lips and then pulls away so she can look me in the eye.

"Not in here," she says softly and the look on her face tells me she wants to take it slow and not where I just had a quickie with Melody.

I smile at her and then lift her off the counter. Her legs curl around my right arm as I support her back with my left; she wraps her arms around my neck and I carry her beautiful, naked form back to our room. As we enter the hall, Tina steps out of her room in a flurry. 

"Tina," I say as she storms by.

She stops and turns towards us looking flustered.

"What's wrong?" Jenny asks. 

"Ask your boyfriend," she says and storms off, completely killing our mood.

I set Jenny down and race after her. I'm completely aware that I'm naked still, but I don't have time to put clothes on before she reaches the door.

"Tina," I say, grabbing her hand, which she wrenches away angrily.

"Fuck you, Tim!" she shouts at me and I stumble back a step.

"Tina, what's going on?"

"What's our one rule, Tim?" she demands.

I shake my head confused. "Communication?"

"Yes! So, why would you fuck my girlfriend without communicating that to me?"

I raise my hands in defense. "Tina, I was on the phone with Mom when Melody came into the bathroom, eyeing my cock. I had to hang up with Mom before I gave away that I was getting blown. I didn't seek her out," I explain.

Tina's arms are crossed in front of her with her hip jutted out to the side. She bites one of her fingernails as she avoids my gaze. I step up and reach for her. With a single finger hooked, I gently lift her head by her chin and direct her to look me in the eye.

"Tina, you know I love you and would never cross any line. I shouldn't have assumed she said anything to you about wanting to fuck me this morning; and maybe she was planning to but you were still sleeping," I suggest. 

Tina sighs. "You're right. I'm just upset with her right now; it's our anniversary and she hasn't said a word," she explains.

I hug her, painfully aware of my cock pressing against her yoga pants. It begins to stiffen as I hold her against me. 

"I'm sorry, sis, but I'm sure she has something special planned for you. Melody has a great memory; she's probably just trying to surprise you by acting like there's nothing special about today," I reason with her.

She sighs heavily as she hugs me back. "You're probably right. I don't know why I got so emotional."

I pull back and look at her. "It's not that time...?" I trail off.

Tina laughs. "No, I just feel like there's something wrong or something really bad is about to happen or already has and nobody's told me."

"I told you about Courtney coming tomorrow, right?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. "NO! Why would you keep that from me?"

I think back to last night and it all comes rushing back. "Well, you and Melody were, uh, preoccupied and then Jenny began to suck me off while I was on the phone with Courtney. She called while we were sleeping in your bed after your little surprise for me yesterday."

"Oh, I guess after your night with Jenny last night, I can't hold it against you," she giggles softly. We did have a good fuck last night; I won't deny that.

"So, maybe that's what's going on. I know things aren't great with Courtney right now. Mom called saying she took off last night. I'm sure Dan did something to make her want to leave, and since she was already packed for her trip, she probably just took off and stayed with her girlfriend last night," I tell her.

She sighs again. "I hope she's okay. Maybe I'll give her a call and check up on her."

"I think she'll like that," I agree.

"Thanks, Tim. You always know how to calm me down," she says and then kisses me sweetly on the lips. "Now, get back to your girlfriend. I'm sorry for interrupting you guys."

I shrug. "Don't worry about it," I tell her. "Why don't you go talk to Melody before it creates a bigger problem?" I suggest.

She looks at her phone to check the time. "Yeah, I still have an hour and a half before my first class."

"What time is it?" I ask her.

"Nine-thirty," she replies. "Why, when is your first class?"

"An hour ago. Fuck," I chuckle. "Oh well, it was just Psych, attendance isn't important in that one. As long as I pass the final I'm fine."

Tina rolls her eyes and shakes her head as she heads back towards her room. I follow, staring at my sister's beautiful ass inside her tight black yoga pants. With a smirk, I slap her ass before she enters her room, shocking a small scream out of her. She turns back towards me wide-eyed and blushing. 

"You're a brat," she says and I shrug as I enter my room to find Jenny getting dressed.

"What's going on?" I ask her.

"My lab partner reminded me I'm supposed to be helping her finish our report before class at noon and we still have some more data to collect from the lab. Sorry, baby," she says, kissing me on her way out. "I'll make it up to you later, okay? I promise," she says, giving my cock a squeeze before rushing out of our room and then out of the house. 

"Well, shit," I say and then decide to take a shower and head to school so I don't miss my class after lunch. 

To Be Continued...



The House Ch. 04



John was up early the next morning. He carefully hid the torn bra that had covered his girlfriend’s small but sexually sensitive tits. Strange that he accepted the forty seven year old Phoebe as his girl, but by god she was an unbelievable firecracker in bed. He still didn’t know she had come to his bed a virgin. He gave the house the once over finding the towels the girls had used. They smelled strongly of young pussy. The thought hardened him but he was confident Phoebe would look after his needs. He suddenly realized he didn’t know whether he had a washer and dryer or not. He searched for a doorway to the basement stairs, shocked at how little he still knew about the house. He finally found it beside the door to the pantry in the kitchen, close to the back door. Again, he was to be pleasantly surprised for he found several washing machines in good order and two large industrial sized dryers. Not only were there machines, but also a large roller iron that would make it easy to iron his linens. Once again he thanked his good fortune that he had bought the old place, especially when he found it so well equipped. The house purred in its contentment rattling a pipe, the only way it could purr. John wondered if the plumbing problems were going to be the problem, but although he was to hear the pipes many more times particularly at night, he never did have to call a plumber for that particular problem. After he threw the towels in a washing machine he raced upstairs to continue his once around. He was extremely pleased at how clean the old place was, the ladies had done a wonderful job.

It was a shame that it would soon be dirty again, because as soon as his mother saw how good a housekeeper he was, he planned to start tearing down the multiple bedroom walls on the third floor. It always struck him strange how as a grown man he still felt he had to measure up to her standards of excellence. He shrugged his shoulders, realizing it didn’t really matter, he simply catered to her wishes because he loved her so. Although he often grumbled to himself that she was an interfering, nosy, female, in truth he was looking forward to seeing her again as always. Finally, she arrived, and as he let her in the door, he noticed the new black Mercedes parked out front. Grandpa had been looking after her again. His father had been an only child and after his death in one of the inevitable wars the country seemed to embroil itself in, his parents had doted on their grandchildren. Extremely wealthy they saw to it that their son’s family lacked nothing sending him and his siblings to the finest schools in the country. Grandpa had a way of demanding excellence and did not tolerate less than the best endeavors scholastically. 

He noticed his mother was as beautiful as ever, the musky scent of expensive perfume in his nostrils as he bent to kiss her check. He suddenly had the urge to grab her by her succulent ass and grind her pelvis against his own. He resisted the almost overpowering urge but the kiss slide along her check to the corner of her mouth, lasting far longer than propriety allowed. She let out a little embarrassed laugh and said, “You must have really missed me, John.” He saw a look in her eye that belied the laugh, a look he had never seen before. He stepped back from her hoping she would not notice the bulge in his trousers. God it was embarrassing. He wanted to mate with his own mother, now, on the floor if necessary. Tear the expensive pantsuit she wore off her body and mate. He controlled himself and led her deeper into the house assuming that it was the state of arousal that Phoebe seemed to be able to keep him in that had transferred itself to the first good looking female who walked in the door. God he needed Phoebe! 

His mother on the other hand had no such excuse. The moment she had stepped through the door into his arms her pussy creamed, signaling its preparedness to mate. She had almost thrust her loins against his, seeking his response. Surely, it wasn’t because he was single again. Maybe the divorce, which she had felt so badly about, had matured him in such away that it had made him sexually attractive. She knew that both he and his brother Brian looked a lot like their dad, but it had never elicited such a primal reaction from her body before. This was her son for god sakes and here she wanted to spread her legs like some common strumpet. Her nipples erected at her thoughts, she shook her head, unnerved by the almost overwhelming compulsion to screw, to fuck. Normally she wouldn’t even think in those terms, but now her body was in totally sexual rebellion. “Son, will you get my bags out of the car please?” She needed a moment away from him to compose herself, regain control of her emotions. She really wanted to see the old house that her son was talking so excitedly about, so when he returned with bags in hand, she told him to set them in the foyer maintaining self-control over her libidinous body. 

They began to go through the house together; both needed to constantly exercise self-control. A woman of taste she saw in the main floor the potential of the home that her architect son had seen. When it was built, it had been trimmed as a showpiece with beautiful wood oak trim throughout. The row of oak balusters topped by the curving hand-carved rail as it wound its way to the second floor incredible. The cost to replace the oak alone would be hundred’s of thousands and when she heard the price he had paid for it her sense of pride in him almost overcame her self-control. She really needed to get a grip she felt. She thought the kitchen was beautiful, although a bit opulent for everyday needs. The dinning room was magnificent, just waiting for the dinning room suite that she would help him pick out. He grabbed her bags and led her to the second floor. Here it was more austere, almost business like, with the many doors leading off the hall to bedrooms and bathrooms. He showed her the little washrooms and a few of the bedrooms with his newly purchased beds and asked which one she would like. She chose one that was beside a bathroom, where he set her bags. She couldn’t help but wonder how many women had plied their profession in it, causing her great sexual stress as her mind unbidden thought of multiple pussies, open wide, filled with thrusting male shafts. She sat on the bed, testing its softness, when she noticed a strange, not unpleasant smell, which seemed to pervade the room. She felt her sex demand attention, ache with need, as it oozed more exudate into her panties. She looked up at her son and asked, “What is that smell?” 

“I don’t know. I’ve opened all the windows, cleaned like crazy, used strong smelling cleaners, all for naught,” he replied. “It’s unique to the house and to be honest I’ve grown to like it.” 

She noticed the bulge in his pants as he spoke and wanted to reach out, grab it, pull it from the restraining trousers, and force it to service her in the urgency of her need. Suddenly he whirled and left the room, separating himself from her, before the stimulus of seeing her on the bed, compelled him to an act that he was sure she would condemn him for, for the rest of his life. The separation helped them both and with renewed determination of self-control, they continued to examine the house together. She was surprised by the size of the bathroom hidden behind the door marked private, but was happy to see the showers having wondered where she would bathe. “There’s an old cast iron clawed tub on the third floor if you’d prefer. Come on I’ll show it to you.” He grabbed her hand; her pussy tingled, sending erotic sensation through her belly and thighs. He dropped her hand as though it had burned him and in a sexual sense it had. Sexually frustrated, he led her up to the third floor and showed her the beautiful old tub with the lions feet, so large she was sure two lovers could easily find room to bathe within it confines. Uncontrollable thoughts of her son’s naked body holding her own nakedness spun wickedly through her mind; as she felt in her mind, the warmth of bath water, his soapy hands, and the heat of her arousal. John left her abruptly once again, his own imagination working overtime, causing his balls to ache as they produced sperm in massive amounts, sure that they would soon be called on to fertilize. He called from the hallway as he adjusted his pole like cock to a more comfortable position, “Come and see the new bed I bought the other day.” 

She followed him down the hall to the back bedroom noticing once again the pleasantly strange scent that filled the air around her. It truly was a magnificent four-poster and she wanted to drag her son into it and taste his flesh. He looked at his mother with lust-filled eyes. He wanted her to monkey fuck him like Phoebe had, climb his body and monkey fuck. He could almost feel his mother’s cunt sliding up and down his cock as his mind mentally transposed the memory of Phoebe’s hairy wetness to the current situation. In a moment of lucidness, he managed to glance at his watch remembering he had invited Phoebe and Cynthia to meet his mom. Using them as and excuse to separate himself, the only thing that seemed to work, he almost shouted at his mother as he left the room, “Look around mom, I’m going downstairs to make some sandwiches and put the coffee on. I’m expecting some company in about an hour, two ladies I would like you to meet.” With that he was gone leaving behind a woman so aroused she looked for something to rub herself against. 

Taking a bedpost in her hands she began to slide her pant clad pussy up and down it like a stripper did to a pole she had seen in a movie once. Her hands grasping the post above her head, her twat humped hard against it sliding up and down. Her knees spread wide to accommodate the corner of the bed. Her clitoris straining to be stimulated now pressed hard against the unyielding post. Her mouth also pressed hard against it, as though she were kissing her son. Her straining ass, heaving and humping, as she partially squatted, tore the seat out of her pants exposing her bare buttocks and the thin string of her thong. Nothing stopped her and her moans filled the air. Perspiration formed on her forehead and between her pretty tits. She felt her orgasm build in her womb as she tried to satiate the overwhelming need she felt for her son. Oh god if only there wasn’t a strong taboo not to touch her son, she’d fuck his brains out. Although she didn’t realize it, with that admission she took one step closer to overcoming her inhibitions. Finally, the inanimate post brought on her pleasure and she fell to the floor withering in ecstasy moaning out her exaltation. 

The house creaked in frustration. It couldn’t understand. It could feel the vibes of deep love these two held for each other. Why didn’t they conjoin in procreation, the finest symbol of life giving love? Why did its owner not pay homage to the sheath that had given him life. Why did he not bring pleasure to his place of birth with his mouth and tongue? Why didn’t he reward her with his tool of love? Why didn’t she accept his body returned to hers, after all he was conceived in a similar act? The house felt he would just be returning the favor. Well, with a little more effort it felt it would bring about a wondrous conjoining.

She gathered herself and ran down to the second floor bedroom where her son had place her suitcases to find a new outfit to wear. Only partially satiated she steeled herself, while she straightened her hair and reapplied her lipstick, to behave properly in front of him. She had never experienced such deep desire before, for anyone, much less her son. Her intense behavior, in his bedroom, was well beyond anything in her sexual experience. She did have sexual experience. 

She remembered a time when her children were young and she had grown restless. Her father had noticed and asked if she wanted another husband. With tears in her eyes she had vehemently denied that any such thing had crossed her mind. He had believed her, and being a man of the world, recognized her problem. She was simply sexually frustrated, so with his tact approval he sent her on a sea voyage, literally a love boat, for a month while he and her mother-in-law looked after her five children. To be blunt she had fucked her way around the boat enjoying the physical contact without all the emotions that came with commitment. She had finally ended up in the bed of a newly married couple enjoying their ministrations for the balance of the voyage. She had developed a taste for his cock after he had fucked his bride and the bride had returned the favor by draining her pussy of the groom’s cum with her tongue. She had worried at the time that she might be responsible for future problems in their marriage but it was not the case. They had kept in touch after the voyage, often inviting her across the country to their home. It was just a year ago, she remembered with fondness chuckling to herself, that she had heard Martha’s words. 

“Fuck her good you wimp,” Martha had cajoled, “she didn’t come all this way for you to do a poor job.” 

It had fired her husband to even greater efforts and he had pounded her pussy sore. She didn’t mind however, because Martha’s tender mouth had been so soothing she had wanted it pounded again, just to feel that mouth and tongue once more. But enough of reminiscing she had to face her son. 

Checking her face in the mirror and smoothing the dress over her hips and thighs with soft hands she went downstairs to help him. He was busy cutting off the crusts of a pile of sandwiches sitting on the butcher block. He asked her to set the small table, which she did, happy to be kept busy. Setting out cups and saucers, bread and butter plates and a large bowl of pickles that she had found waiting in the large double door stainless steel frig. He watched his mother’s beautiful ass move beneath her dress, wondering why she had changed. He wanted to lift the hem of the dress and fondle what he knew to be beneath it. Had he known how hot and wet it was he probably would have. He hoped Phoebe would get there soon. Just then the doorbell rang bringing a momentary sense of relief to his horny soul. While his mother scurried about the kitchen putting out serviettes, he went to the door to find Cynthia and Phoebe dressed to the nines. Cynthia, for an almost sixty year old was just plain looking sexy, dressed with taste revealing little, but oh the way it concealed. Phoebe wore a lovely dress, but looked as virginal as ever. Her uplift demi-bra made her breasts poke against the front of her dress. But other than that nothing revealed that she stood there without panties on, a trick that she noticed Cynthia had pulled yesterday. 

He invited them in and as they crossed the threshold, their pussies ached with need. They were already wet having anticipated the possible need as they saw their lover of yesterday once again. He led them into the kitchen as further licentious thoughts of his body filled their minds. John introduced them to his mother. “Mother these are my good friends Phoebe and Cynthia, girls my mother Jane.” At least now, he was distracted and able to get his mind of his mother focusing instead on the two women he had enjoyed yesterday. His mother on the other hand had no such distraction and she watched her son as they all made light conversation. She had been surprised that the women where in her age group. Phoebe somewhat younger, Cynthia slightly older. She didn’t know it but she fell exactly in the middle, six years junior of the one, six years senior of the other. She soon noticed how they behaved around one another and worried as to whether these two women were her son’s lovers. Then she admitted to herself it wasn’t worry that consumed her, but jealousy. Two women her own age loved him. Maybe she had instinctively realized her son needed a mature woman, after the fiasco with the young hussy that had divorced him. He remained her son, untouchable in the eyes of many. 

She decided she would make sure these two women were never alone with her son, realizing how mean spirited she was being. Her plans fell apart, when Cynthia engaged her in conversation. Phoebe and John disappeared and Cynthia talked and talked literally holding her to the table with her words. Once she got up to follow, but Cynthia put her hand on her arm and brought her attention back to her, so that politeness required her to sit back down. 

John took Phoebe upstairs and into one of the small bathrooms so that he could lock the door. As soon as the door was locked Phoebe was kissing him passionately, her arms around his neck her legs lifting to grip his hips between them. 

“Oh god one minute.” he said, fumbling at his belt. “Wait till I get my pants off.” 

He allowed his pants to drop then shoved his underwear to his knees. She could wait no longer and brought her legs up around him slathering his abdomen with her excretions searching with her cunt for his cock. He grabbed her ass lifting her higher and she reached between them and centered him glad she had left her panties at home. Her hairy pussy surrounded his dick and she pumped up and down all she could. It wasn’t enough and he pushed her back against the door steadying her for his onslaught. As soon as she was supported, he began pistoning into her striving for deeper and deeper penetration with each heave of his body. The lust his mother had inspired in him pounding into Phoebe’s cunt. Her ass banged against the door. She began to cry out her joy, then realizing her noise may be heard, bite into his shoulder bringing the taste of blood. She thought she should tell him she was sorry, but she wasn’t, she just didn’t want him to stop. He wouldn’t have known what she was talking about anyways, having not felt a thing, his cock the centre of his existence. Suddenly he spewed the load that he had been building all day bringing her orgasm on with the rush of creamy warmth that seemed to fill her more than ever before. She screamed, her voice resonating amongst the walls of the small bathroom. Pipes rattled in the basement.

Cynthia blushed hearing the commotion, knowing what they had gone to do. His mother unsure, hearing a faint scream, but at the same time a rattle of pipes in the basement distracted her and she was unsure of what she had heard. A few minutes later, her son and Phoebe reappeared. Phoebe announced it was time to go, now satiated a little disconcerted that she was standing in front of his mom with his cum running down her legs. John and his mom walked them to the door and with polite goodbyes ushered them out. As soon as the door closed Phoebe turned to her friend and said, “Thank you for helping me Cynthia, I won’t forget it.” 

“You certainly won’t,” Cynthia replied. “As soon as I get you home I’m going to taste that well fucked pussy of yours.” 

The house was pleased with the joy it had brought its owner collecting their pheromones once again. Now it turned it attention to mother and son, it felt sure it could develop one of the finest acts of procreation it had ever enjoyed. The strength of the love between the two precluded nothing else. The house was determined!



The House Ch. 04



Much to Aaron's ire, Dwight cancelled his early morning appointment and spent the morning in bed with Minerva. Aaron paced through the house fighting his growing rage, finally unable to control his rage a glass flew off of the counter and crashed against the wall shattering into a hundred pieces. It felt good to release some of his anger so he shattered another glass to angry to care if Minerva saw him or not.

Minerva woke up with a start when the first glass shattered. She looked over at Dwight who was still sleeping and then freezing in place when she heard the second glass shatter. What in the hell was going on down there? She wondered as she put on a house robe. The second glass woke Dwight up and he stopped her before she made it to the door.

"Wait here." he whispered as he slipped on his jeans.

"But..."

"Wait here!" he repeated as he put on his shirt.

Minerva reluctantly agreed and grabbed her cell phone punching in 911. Her finger was poised over the send button as Dwight crept down the stairs.

It seemed like an eternity before he came back up the steps.

"A couple of glasses are shattered but nothing else." he said.

"How?" Minerva asked. "We were both in bed."

"I don't know but I checked out the rest of the house. The windows and doors are all locked and there's nothing obviously missing. You might want to check your purse and call the police if anything is missing." he advised.

Minerva followed Dwight down the stairs taking stock of the broken glass on the floor. She didn't understand how it could have happened; she didn't think that there were earthquakes in this part of the country. Dwight watched as she looked through her purse.

"Everything is here." Minerva said perplexed as she looked at Dwight who was as confused as she was.

Aaron stood watching, his anger cooled but not gone. He listened to them talking about the possible explanations for the broken glass semi relieved when the word 'ghost' hadn't come up. He had to keep himself under control if he had any hope of figuring out how to be able to touch Minerva. He would just have to accept the fact that Dwight was in the picture for now, or did he?

Minerva offered to make breakfast but Dwight declined.

"I've got to get home, I have an afternoon appointment that I really can't miss as much as I'd like to. Can I see you tonight?" Dwight asked.

"Say no." Aaron willed to her, "fucking say no!" he hissed forgetting that not more than a few minutes ago he was going to accept the fact that Dwight was in the picture.

To his relief, Minerva said no, he didn't know why nor did he care.

"It's just as well anyway, I have some things to do to get ready for a showing but it you change your mind, call me." Dwight said.

After Dwight left Minerva wondered why she said no when she wanted to say yes. She liked Dwight and he was good in bed. She almost called him back but didn't when she remembered that he had things to do and so did she for that matter. She wanted to take another walk in the woods for one, she still wanted to find Aaron's grave and she still had laundry to finish. 

Aaron followed her as she went back up the stairs to gather the rest of her laundry; it looked like she would be spending the morning in.

"Good" he murmured as Minerva put the laundry by the bedroom door and headed to the shower another thing which pleased him. He wanted her to scrub the stink of Dwight off of her and to replace it with the scent of vanilla, his favorite scent for her.

Aaron sat on the toilet seat and watched as Minerva showered and wondered if he could get in with her. It was worth a try he thought as he stood and stripped. He closed his eyes and opened them to find himself standing behind her with a full view of her ass that glistened as the water ran over it.

Aaron moaned as he imagined his cock between her ass cheeks, he could almost feel himself sliding back and forth between her ass cheeks as he reached around and played with her nipples. He was tormenting himself and he knew it but he couldn't stop himself. He reached out and willed his hand to become more substantial than the mist that it was and to his shock and pleasure it obeyed but only for a second but it was there. 

Minerva turned around fully expecting someone to be there, laughed at herself and muttered something about ghosts. Aaron was beginning to wonder if Minerva could sense him; this wasn't the first time that she turned in his direction expecting to see someone. It was definitely food for thought.

As Minerva dressed for the day she thought about the house and Aaron. It was sad that he died the way that he did but at least he hadn't been alone. That got her to thinking about the slaves who stayed with Aaron and her husband, were they buried here too or did they move away? She wondered if the small house in the back of the property had been theirs. On her way to the woods she planned to stop in at the small house, it was the one place other than the cellar of the main house that she hadn't thoroughly checked out.

She looked at the calendar and hoped that the rest of her things would arrive soon, she was tired of recycling the same clothes and she missed her dress clothes and sexy night gowns. That thought led to thoughts of Dwight, he had loved her thong underwear and if he liked those, she had a few other things that he would like as well.

Just as she was about to head out, the truck delivering the rest of her things pulled up.

"Thank God!" Minerva breathed. She had already planned to store her things in one of the empty bedrooms so that they would be out of the way. The first things that she would unpack would be her clothes and her shoes, the rest could wait. 

When Aaron first saw the man get out of the truck jealousy rose until he realized that the man was delivering something. He watched as the man carried in several boxes and took them into what would have been the girl's room. He also didn't like the way the man was looking at Minerva, if she noticed she didn't give any indication of it. He became concerned when the man asked Minerva if she lived alone. 

Minerva knew that the man was watching her but ignored it; he got her attention when he asked her if she lived alone.

"No, I have a housemate, he's out but he'll be back soon." Minerva said.

"Too bad, you're a beautiful woman." the man said as he carried another box in.

Minerva didn't respond but moved away from the door.

"Any of these need to go to your room?" the man asked.

"No but thanks." Minerva replied.

When the man went out for another box, Minerva dialed 911 ready to push send if the man became aggressive. When the last box was finally unloaded, Minerva tipped the man and signed the papers anxious to have him out of the house. When he was gone, she went around the house making sure that all of the windows were locked; the man had given her the willies.

She glanced at the clock; it was getting too late to go into the woods. She had no desire to get lost out there in the dark, the daytime had been bad enough but it wasn't too late to go to the little house. 

Aaron followed her outside and for a moment thought that she was headed for the woods. When he saw her head for the back door of the cabin he breathed easier. He acknowledged the confederate soldier keeping guard at the safety line with a nod. When Minerva was inside the cabin, he went to the guard.

"How are things?" he asked.

"Fine sir, I've been spreading the word about your woman and most are going to leave her be." the soldier replied.

"Most?" Aaron asked.

"Yes sir, there are a few who are saying that you can't tell them what to do and they want your woman." the soldier replied.

"Who are they?" Aaron asked his voice tinged with anger.

"There's that Norton fella, I think he's the leader and there's Colonel Wilcox. There's a few more but those two are the main ones."

"They are aware that I could exile them from these grounds?" Aaron asked.

"Yes sir but they don't believe that you can do it." The soldier replied.

"Thank you Corporal." Aaron said with a salute.

Tonight after Minerva went to bed, he was going to be making a visit to the woods, it looked as though he was going to have to prove that he could and would do what he threatened.

Minerva was already walking back to the house by the time Aaron finished talking to the soldier. When she was indoors, Aaron walked into the woods looking for Oliver. He found him thirty minutes later sitting by a tree looking out toward the deepest parts of the woods.

"Oliver." Aaron said.

Oliver jumped and then stood to face Aaron.

"Another visit from the great Aaron Richards? My my my, to what do I owe the honor?" Oliver asked sarcastically.

Aaron laughed at Oliver's attempt to be nonchalant; the man was scared silly even as a ghost.

"I heard that you and the Colonel are planning to harm my woman." Aaron said softly. "I just came to reiterate that if you or anyone helping you touches her, I can and will exile you. How does Antietam sound?" Aaron asked, "Or would you prefer Gettysburg? I'm sure that you will run into soldiers that wore your inferior products in either place."

Oliver swallowed hard, "You don't have that kind of power, the Colonel says..."

"Keep listening to him and I promise you that I will send you to one of those two places unless I can think of someplace worse. If you like, I can give you a demonstration." Aaron said with a smile.

"N... no." Oliver said as he backed away.

"I didn't think so." Aaron said. "Give a message to any of your friends who are thinking of harming my woman; tell them exactly what I told you."

Aaron watched as Oliver vanished knowing exactly where he was going. Since he was in the woods, he continued his rounds. It could only help to make his presence known, he was becoming what he was, the lord of these woods. It wasn't what he wanted, he had been perfectly content to leave the spirits of the woods alone but Minerva's arrival gave him no choice, if he hadn't wanted her, he wouldn't have cared. If it had been the people before Minerva, he wouldn't have cared but....

"Aaron!" A voice behind him said.

He turned around to face the Colonel.

"I just got your message!" he said with false politeness. "She must be some woman to bring you out here, what did you say her name was?" 

"I didn't." Aaron replied. If he would have told them her name, it would give them power over her when she was in the woods. "I am assuming that you understood the message?" he asked.

"Perfectly, but why such horrid places when there are so many pleasant ones?" the colonel asked.

Aaron knew when he was being baited and refused to rise to it but he did approach the Colonel.

"You do anything to harm her; I will send you to your own private hell. I happen to know where the burial site of the men that you led into that ambush is. I'm sure that they would love to have you in their midst." Aaron said.

"I don't believe you." The colonel said but his voice held less bravado.

"I'll make you the same offer I made to your lapdog, would you care to find out?"

The colonel's eyes glittered with hatred as he vanished.

Aaron knew that he hadn't seen the last of Oliver and the Colonel. As much as he wanted to exile them before they did anything, he couldn't but as soon as they made a move, they were gone. He walked around for another hour before vanishing back to the house. He frowned when he heard voices coming from the kitchen.

"I'm glad that you changed your mind." Dwight said as Minerva set a plate of food in front of him.

"Yes well, I hate eating alone and this steak is big enough for two." Minerva replied.

Aaron saw red, she told him no! What the fuck was he doing back here? He wondered. He stomped off slamming a door behind him.

Minerva and Dwight looked at each other and then in the direction that the sound of the slamming door came from. Dwight stood up and walked in the direction of the door and fell flat on his face. Minerva jumped up to see if he was hurt and to see what he had tripped on. 

"Dwight? Are you alright?" she asked concerned.

"I'm fine, I must have tripped over a rug or something." he replied looking around.

"I don't have a rug here." Minerva said as she looked around to see what else he could have possibly tripped over.

Aaron watched from the doorway and chuckled, he in no way felt guilty, he had come to the conclusion that he wasn't going to accept Dwight sniffing around his woman any longer. This was war.

Minerva and Dwight finished dinner and settled in to watch television. Dwight put his arm around Minerva and pulled her closer kissing her head. This was one of his favorite ways to watch television when he had time to watch anyway. He handed the remote to Minerva not really caring what they watched, he was enjoying being with her. Much to his delight she liked the reality television shows, not the silly ones but the ones like 'Investigative Reports' and others. He planned on going home tonight but if she asked him to stay he wasn't going to say no especially since he had done everything and was ready for the house showing.

Dwight moved so that he could kiss Minerva and felt a hard slap against the back of his head.

"What in the hell?" he asked as he rubbed his head. "Why'd you do that?" he asked a shocked Minerva.

As soon as Aaron did it, he regretted it; he had to be more subtle if he was going to win the war against the human male. He had to stop reacting in anger and then he realized something, he could physically make things happen when he was angry. When he slapped Dwight, he hadn't thought about it, he just reacted, he wasn't sure of what it meant but he knew that it was important.

When Dwight decided to go home Aaron smiled, maybe Minerva would put in one of those movies and take out some of her gadgets tonight. It had been a while since she had pleasured herself, if she did; he planned on adding to her pleasure as he did before.

Dwight kissed Minerva good night and told her that he would call her after the showing and they could make plans then. Minerva hated to see him go but wanted a night in her bed alone. She loaded up the dishwasher, stopped in the spare bedroom and picked up a large suitcase.

Once again Aaron wished that he could help her but was surprised at how strong she was. She would have given him strong sons he thought as Minerva swung the heavy suitcase onto the bed. He stood behind her watching as she opened it. He chuckled; it seemed that the women of this time liked clothes as much as the women of his time. He sat on the bed and watched Minerva as she hung up several dresses and tops. His attention was wavering until he noticed what looked like thin, filmy material. What was this? He wondered as Minerva began to take out her nighties and put them in a drawer. His cock stood erect when she took out more thong underwear and panties that were missing their crotches. His imagination ran wild as he watched Minerva hold a red pair of the panties up and looked at them as if she was deciding something.

He saw her look at her cell phone and knew what she was thinking; she was going to call Dwight.

"NO!" he shouted taking a chance that she might hear him. He did not want that interloper in their bed again. Aaron realized that with each passing day he was becoming more and more possessive of Minerva but he didn't care, she belonged to him and not as a master owned a slave, she was his woman as Martha and then Clara had been with one major difference, he truly cared for her.

Minerva looked at the phone, bit her lip and changed her mind. She had a drawer full of toys that she could use and besides, Dwight was going to have a long day. 

Aaron sighed with relief as he saw her change her mind about Dwight. He took off his clothes and let them lie on the floor in an invisible heap. He waited impatiently for her to finish unpacking the suitcase and then put it away. As she undressed, he began to stroke himself in anticipation of what he hoped would happen. 

Minerva bit her lip again, went to the dresser that contained her panties and took out the red crotchless ones as well as the matching red bra with holes for the nipples. She felt like dressing sexy tonight even though it was for herself. She ran the bathtub and added a small amount of bath oil and put a CD in the player. She was in the mood for Barry White tonight and was rethinking whether she should call Dwight back as Barry was best enjoyed with a partner. She glanced at the clock, it was almost eleven and it would take him a good thirty minutes to get here. No, it would be just her, Barry and some toys tonight.

Aaron didn't know who Barry White was but he rather enjoyed him especially when Minerva started slow dancing with herself. Aaron also realized something about Minerva; she was perfectly comfortable with and loved her body as it was. It was something that he should have thought about the morning that he knocked her box of cereal over. He wondered if all women of this time were as comfortable with their bodies as she was but he suspected not which was really too bad.

While Aaron watched Minerva dancing, his house was being watched. The beings watching it were careful not to cross the line that would trigger an alarm signaling their presence. The confederate guard didn't see them because they were on the opposite side of the property.

"We have to find out what her name is." Oliver said.

"I know that you fool!" the Colonel barked as he watched the house.

"He'll never tell us and he'll never let her come here alone." Oliver said.

"Will you shut the fuck up? I can't think with all your jabbering!" The colonel said still staring at the house.

"Do you think that he could send us to those places?" Oliver asked nervously.

"I don't know but if I had to guess, I would say no now shut up!" The colonel hissed.

There had to be a way to find out what the woman's name was just as there had to be to lure her into the woods without Aaron's knowledge. Both entities looked at the house for a few more minutes before vanishing back into the woods.

Minerva soaked in the tub letting the churning water from the jets run over her shoulders as the deep, resonant voice of Barry filled the bathroom and bedroom. After soaking for fifteen minutes, she climbed out, oiled her skin and then brushed her teeth. The Bra and panties lay on the bed waiting to be put on. Before she did that, she sat on the bed and opened up the drawer with the toys. She took out the rubber coated nipple clamps and then picked out an anatomically correct dildo that also vibrated. She looked at the bottle of lube but decided that she didn't need it, she was already wet and her nipples were already hard. 

She laid the toys on the bed, put on the undergarments and laid down. She didn't move for several minutes as she listened to the music and thought about the coming orgasms that she would give herself. She ran her hands over her breasts but avoided her nipples and down her stomach and thighs using only her fingertips to skim her skin. She closed her eyes and pretended that there were dozens of fingertips stroking her and let out a soft moan.

Aaron sat on the bed watching her, on a whim, he closed his eyes and imagined that his fingers were with hers softly stroking. He opened his eyes and placed a hand over hers but not touching. Inch by inch he lowered his hand until it was less than an inch above hers. Aaron stopped moving suddenly nervous; he took a deep breath and continued moving his hand until it was lying on top of hers. She felt... wonderful he thought as he moved his hand until it was next to hers and stroked her skin in slow, lazy movements.

Damn! Minerva thought as she felt a slight difference in touch. She kept her eyes closed as she believed that she had a very vivid imagination. She could actually feel other fingers touching her and it added to her enjoyment, she opened her eyes long enough to put the nipple clamps on, turned them on low and continued stroking her skin this time skimming her nipples. 




The House Ch. 04



"Nice." she murmured as she forced herself to keep her movements slow and not to rush to the inevitable orgasm that was very slowly building.

Aaron had become bolder in his movements but tried to keep pace with Minerva. His mouth watered when his lips were so close to her nipples that all he had to do was stick out his tongue to touch them. He stuck his tongue out and touched the vibrating tip of the nipple closest to him. Minerva's eyes flew open at the touch and she pinched the tip of the other nipple as Aaron flicked his tongue back and forth across the other nipple.

"Oh my God!" Minerva moaned as she closed her eyes when Aaron took the tip of her nipple into his mouth and sucked as he moaned at the sensation of having Minerva's hard nipple in his mouth. Minerva arched her back pushing more of her clamped nipple into the unseen mouth while her free hand went between her legs and rubbed her throbbing clit furiously, all thoughts of going slowly gone. She pinched and rubbed her clit until she came with a scream that over powered even Barry's powerful voice. As her breathing slowed, she wondered about the sensation of her nipple being sucked on, she also remembered that this wasn't the first time that it had happened.

Aaron laid back watching her recover and trying to figure out what had just happened. She finally gave up and picked up the vibrator and slowly inserted it inside of her before turning it on. She pumped it in and out while she pinched a nipple to the point of pain, moments later she had her second orgasm of the night. Aaron stroked and squeezed his cock as he watched her, his goal was to come when she did. He could tell that she was close by the way she arched her back and by the speed in which she fucked herself with the fake cock. He came just as her orgasm began; his moans joined hers although she didn't hear him.

Minerva removed the dildo, turned it off and fell asleep without covering up. Aaron knew that she would wake up and get under the covers but he was going to enjoy the view for as long as it lasted. To him there was nothing as beautiful as a woman sleeping after making love. The only things missing were that he hadn't tasted her, hadn't been inside of her and that he wanted to hold her after making love. Those things would come just as being able to feel her moving against him had. There was an issue that he hadn't decided what to do about yet, should he reveal himself to her fully or should he be content that he could to some degree make love to her?

The question of what to do about Dwight came up, if he-Aaron left things as they were, she might actually grow to love Dwight, marry him and... oh hell no! Another man was not going to move into his house and make love to his woman! Decision made. Dwight had to go and somehow he had to communicate with Minerva in a more reliable way but without scaring her off. How he was going to do that was added to his rapidly growing list of questions and there was one more, how to keep Minerva out of the woods when he wasn't with her.

Minerva woke up to the sound of her cell phone ringing; she looked at the caller ID and groaned. It was Diana. She contemplated ignoring the call but she answered it.

"Hey, what's up?" Minerva asked. She listened as her sister frantically told her about her headaches and dizziness.

"Diana, did you call your doctor? Yes, do that. No don't do that! I'm not ready for company. Maybe next summer." she said.

Minerva talked with her sister for a few more minutes and then hung up feeling guilty that she didn't want her sister to visit. She almost called her back but changed her mind, she wasn't stupid, Diana would come for a visit and never leave. Her quiet life would be totally disrupted, no, Diana wasn't coming here but Minerva resolved to go to New York for a visit before winter.

Minerva got up, took a shower and decided that she was going to go exploring in the woods this morning in the hopes that she would stumble across Aaron's grave. It couldn't have been far from the house; Aaron was a big man and would have been too heavy to carry far. Of course they could have put him in a wagon but Minerva didn't think so.

She put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt grabbing a sweatshirt on her way out of the room. She ate a light breakfast as she packed a lunch and snacks for the day not bothering with her cell phone since there was no reception anyway. The last thing she did before setting out was going to the spare bedroom and looking through the boxes until she found what she was looking for, the spool of bright pink yarn that she had never used. Why she had bought it she didn't know, she hated the color pink.

Aaron knew where she was going and wanted to stop her; he had been out to the woods already and found evidence that the house had been watched during the night and he even knew by whom. They had gotten as close to the house as they could without alerting him and that concerned him. After Minerva was safe in the house he would have to walk the perimeter of the safety zone and look for breaches and areas that needed to be reinforced.

He couldn't believe that Oliver and the Colonel would be so stupid as to continue planning whatever it was that he had in mind. That told him that they still didn't believe that he could exile them, maybe it was time for a little proof. Just as he could exile, he could also readmit, it was time for that coward Oliver Norton to take a trip to Antietam.

Minerva bypassed the small house and crossed the line of safety and entered the woods. The confederate soldier immediately vanished to warn the others which unfortunately included Oliver and the Colonel. As she walked, she would periodically stop and tie a small piece of pink yarn to a tree or plant. Minerva laughed remembering the story about Hansel and Gretel and their trail of breadcrumbs. She checked the pedometer that she wore attached to the belt of her jeans and saw that she had only gone a thousand steps away from the house, when she turned around, she could still see the house.

Aaron walked behind her thinking that she was smart to mark her way back and relaxed just a little but not much, they were being followed.

The soldier appeared beside him and saluted.

"What is it Corporal?" Aaron asked returning the salute.

"You are being followed sir."

"Yes I know, by whom?" Aaron asked.

"Oliver Norton, he is hoping that you will say the name of your woman." the soldier replied.

"Thank you corporal, take point."

The soldier saluted again and vanished to the front of Minerva.

Minerva continued her walk and tying pieces of string to mark her path oblivious to what was happening around her. She checked the pedometer again to find that she had gone another four thousand steps and still no sight of Aaron's burial place. She did find the sites of other burials and wondered if any of them were the ones that had helped Aaron. For the most part, the sites were marked only with rocks but no names so there was no way to take names and to look them up. She did have a thought; the woman at the antique shop might know the names of the slaves that helped Aaron. Tomorrow she would stop at the antique shop after going to the grocery store hoping that the woman would be there.

After walking for another hour, Minerva decided to turn back. She had had enough exercise for one day and she wanted to call Dwight. As she turned around, a rabbit or what looked like a rabbit scurried in front of her making her lose her balance. Minerva fell backwards twisting her ankle in the process, she heard and felt her wrist snap as she tried to break her fall.

Aaron watched horrified as Minerva went down. There was nothing that he could do to stop her fall and there was nothing that he could do to help her and he couldn't leave her. He watched helplessly as she struggled to get up and then cried out in pain as she tried to use the hand with the broken wrist. He looked around him and then sat down next her trying to figure out what to do.

****

Dwight was getting worried; he had called Minerva's cell phone several times and kept getting her voice mail. Granted that he didn't know her very well but he knew her well enough to know that she would have returned his calls. He decided to keep trying and if he hadn't reached her by two, he was going to drive over to her house. Once he made that decision, time seemed to slow down. 

Two came and Dwight was on his way out of the door and headed to Minerva's, by two-thirty, he was pulling into her driveway. The fact that her car was there should have reassured him but it had the opposite effect, if she was home, why wasn't she answering the phone?

He peeked through the kitchen window and saw her phone on the counter but saw no sign of her. He tried the door on the off chance that it would be unlocked and then the windows. Dwight remembered that he still had keys to the house in his car and ran to get them hoping that Minerva was alright, that she hadn't fallen in the shower and couldn't call for help. He grabbed the keys from the glove box, ran back to the house and let himself in.

"Minerva! It's me Dwight, where are you?"

No response.

Dwight ran up the stairs and into Minerva's room calling her name as he went. Where could she have gone? He wondered. The woods, he realized.

Oh shit, he thought to himself. He hadn't thought to warn her about the woods, she hadn't seemed the woodsy, hiking type and he had never really believed the stories had he? If not, then why was he so worried about what could be happening to her? Maybe she was on her way back right now but what if she was hurt?

Dwight looked through her closet and found a duffle bag filled with odds and ends. He dumped the contents out onto the floor and stuffed in a blanket and anything that could be used for first aide. In her medicine cabinet he found Tylenol, ace bandages and disposable ice packs. He grabbed several washcloths from her linen closet and stuffed those in the bag along with everything else.

He ran down the stairs with the bag and started looking through her cabinets for snacks. He found a box of granola bars and threw it into the bag as well as a jar of peanut butter and then added several bottles of water. At the last minute he grabbed the large bottle of orange juice and threw it in the bag. Anything else that they might need he could jimmy out of what was in the woods. He knew that he was probably overreacting but overreacting had saved his life and the lives of his men many times.

Dwight ran outside, stood still and tried to decide which way she would have gone. The cabin he decided and took off running. He had just run past it when he decided to check inside, maybe she was in there and had fallen asleep. A moment later he was back outside and running through the woods calling her name.

****

"Minerva." The Colonel murmured and vanished.



The House Ch. 04



"Have a safe flight," Becca says, kissing me one last time before I enter the airport. "I'm really going to miss you," she adds as more tears spill out of her pretty blue eyes. 

I hug her tightly once again. "I'm going to miss you too. I wish I could bring you with me."

"We'll come visit, but not until you're settled. You have to somehow let them know it's a one-way ticket still," she chuckles. 

"As soon as I tell them the whole story, Tim will be glad I don't have a return flight; he won't want me anywhere near Dan or my mom," I assure her.

"Good, so tell him right away, okay?" she makes me promise.

"Okay," I say and then pull away from her. 

Trevor steps up and pulls me into his big, strong arms. He smells so good this morning. 

"Be safe," he says, keeping it simple. He doesn't kiss me; that night was a one-time thing based purely on gratitude and a moment of passion between the three of us. 

"I will," I promise him. "Thank you both for helping me out."

"You're welcome, now get going before you miss your flight," Becca says; her tears betray her laughter. She hugs and then kisses me one last time before shoving me towards the doors. 

I enter the airport, and then turn one last time at the doors and wave before joining the queue to check in for my flight. Two hours later, the plane is taxiing out to the runway and soon, Virginia is shrinking away as a bad dream. If only the good had been enough to outweigh the shit I'd stay, but that isn't the case; I need a fresh start and what better place than my old home?

Unwilling to talk to the passenger in the neighboring seat, I put my headphones on and listen to my hard rock mix. "Just Can't Win" by 10 Years plays first and I swear the song sounds like the band stalked me to write it. Seriously, go read the lyrics and you'll understand. However, after that song ends, Shinedown's "Unity" encourages me that I'm not alone in this world. Halfway through the song I let out a sigh and close my eyes to sleep. No other genre of music touches my soul like this brand of alternative hard rock. The sometimes wailing sometimes lulling guitars; the sometimes haunting sometimes angry and sometimes happy but always beautiful melodies; the wonderful stories and/or lessons they teach all stir me deep inside. 

Before I know it, the old lady next to me nudges me gently. I open my eyes and turn my head towards her to see her kind, smiling face. 

"We're about to land," she informs me when I pull my noise-cancelling headphones away from my ears as Theory of a Deadman's "Hurricane" blares from the small speakers.

"Thanks," I tell her and then shut off my iPod and stow it and my headphones in my carryon at my feet. 

"What brings you to California?" the old lady asks.

I sigh; I'm still not looking to give my life's story to a stranger, that's why I was wearing the headphones. "Family," I answer simply.

"Oh, that's nice, dear," she says in such a gentle way that I almost wish she really was my grandmother. "Has it been a while since you last saw them?"

I nod and smile at her; she's harmless enough, so I indulge her with some conversation. "It's been a few years, yeah. But, my cousin, Tim, and I keep in touch pretty regularly," I tell her.

She smiles at a fond memory, looking at something unseen above my head as she tilts her head back. "I had a cousin I was close to. He was so handsome and kind to me," she says and then lowers her voice so only I can hear. "And did he know how to treat a woman, if you know what I mean."

My eyes grow wide as I realize that this little old lady was admitting to fucking her cousin when they were younger. I stammer, unsure of how to respond.

"Oh, it's nothing to be embarrassed by," she says sweetly. "That's what cousins are for, right? They're your first best friends, sometimes ones you experiment with if you're close enough. I mean, in Bible times, they married each other!"

I'm shocked beyond words at this lady's admission of incest; but I can't deny I've had thoughts of my cousins in the past. I mean, they're both so fucking hot. Not to mention I'll be staying in their house with them and their equally hot girlfriends. I feel a familiar tingle in my vagina as I think about them, so I push the thoughts away until the old lady asks to see a picture of them.

I pull out my smartphone, which is set to airplane mode, and go into my pictures. I'd saved a few of their pictures from Facebook onto it while I showed them off to Becca yesterday. 

"Oh my, he sure has a beautiful girlfriend," she says. 

"Actually, that's his twin sister," I correct her with a giggle.

"Ah, yes, I see the resemblance now. I sensed a closeness between them in this picture. I wouldn't doubt if they're closer than most siblings are," she says in that same knowing tone as earlier when she mentioned her cousin. 

"You seem to have some kind of a fetish, lady," I whisper accusingly through quiet laughter.

"Maybe I do," she admits. 

We obviously weren't as close to landing as the lady had told me when she woke me earlier because we end up chatting for another hour and I end up spilling my story to her, though I leave out the sex with Becca and her brother the other night; I don't need to give those kinds of details away to strangers. But when I get caught up to where I am now, talking to her, she squeezes my hand affectionately. 

"You need this fresh start for sure, young lady. You are so blessed to have cousins who love you so much to take you in like this. I guarantee it won't matter to them when you tell them you only got a one-way ticket and don't want to go back home to your mother until something changes with your step dad. What an animal!" she cries almost too loudly, but she realizes her volume and brings it back down with an apologetic look to our immediate neighbors. 

"I know, you're right. I'm just nervous about the future, I guess. I also really miss Becca," I confess. 

"Well, with a girlfriend as beautiful as her, I don't blame you. But, she did promise to come see you as soon as she can afford to, right?" Beatrice, the old lady, asks. 

"Yes, she did," I confirm. 

"Then, for now, focus on you and healing your heart, sweetheart," she says and then fishes a pen and post-it notes from her large purse. She scribbles her name and phone number onto a sticky-note and hands it to me. "If you ever need anything, anything at all, sweetie, you call me, okay?" she makes me promise.

I nod as I stare at the phone number. "Thank you," I tell her. "For everything," I add. "I got on this flight wanting to block out the world and you made me talk to you and I feel so much better than I did before."

"We old ladies have a way of doing that," she says with a wink and squeezes my hand lovingly again.

A few minutes later we actually make our final descent into LAX. The old lady keeps me company while we wait for our bags at the baggage claim carousel. Once I have my two large suitcases full of all of the clothes I own, I turn to exit the airport and wait for Tim on the curb but to my surprise he's already here, grinning at me with the most charming smile I've ever seen. I look him up and down; football has been good to him.

Without a word, I let go of my suitcases and take the few steps between us at a run until I slam into his solid body. He hugs me tightly and then without warning, my emotions explode all over his soft, gray T-shirt that clings to every muscle of his upper body, soaking his left pectoral with tears. I thought I'd gotten it all out on the plane with the old lady, but there's obviously more to let go of. Tim strokes my hair gently and lets me cry it out until I get better control of myself.

"I'm sorry," I apologize to him.

"What are you sorry for? Not coming to visit sooner?" he teases kindly as we gather my luggage. 

I snort at his ribbing and shake my head. "For soaking your shirt with my silly tears," I tell him. 

He shrugs and then picks up both suitcases. "Holy shit, what did you pack in here, your entire wardrobe?"

I look at him nervously and realization dawns on his face immediately.

"You only got a one-way ticket didn't you?" he asks.

I nod sadly but can't say anything.

"Okay, we'll talk about that later. For now, let's get you home and fed," he says warmly and then leads me to his car in the parking structure. Once the luggage is tossed into the back of the car, we make the short trek to his and Tina's house. I'm blown away at how nice it is compared to what I left back in Virginia. 

Leading me into the house, I'm greeted by Tina as soon as I walk through the door. She hugs me tightly and then kisses me on the cheek. 

"It's so good to see you, cousin," she says happily and then takes my laptop bag from me as she escorts me to the couch. Melody, the fiery redhead I haven't seen in years is lounging in the plush recliner just beyond the couch. I don't see Jenny anywhere, though.

"Jenny's in class right now," Tim says, noticing me looking for her.

"Right, it's Friday," I say. "Why aren't you at football practice?" I ask him.

"I told coach I had family coming in and had to pick them up at the airport and would make it up to him at practice tomorrow. He said not to worry about it, though, and is taking the opportunity to groom one of the freshman quarterbacks as my backup," he explains.

"Must be nice being the star of the school," I tease him sarcastically.

He shrugs with a wink. "It has its perks."

"So, what happened?" Tina asks, practically pulling me onto the couch.

"Gees, sis, don't bombard her for details, let her get settled first," Tim scolds her.

I agree with Tim at the moment and look at her apologetically. "Sorry, Tina, I'm just not up to talking about it right now."

"Right, I'm sorry," she says regretfully. "Whenever you're ready to talk, I'm here for you, okay?" she offers.

"Thanks," I say and then look to Tim. He'd set my luggage next to the hallway towards the bedrooms to get a bottle of water from the fridge. 

"I'll show you to your room," he says, picking up on my look immediately.

He sets the bottle back in the fridge and then leads me down the hall with both of my suitcases in hand. Halfway down the hall he stops and then opens the door to an empty room, save for an already made queen-sized bed with a solid red bedspread. The walls are simply decorated with picture frames with paintings of flowers and beautiful landscapes.

"This was originally Jenny's room, but she shares my room now," he tells me. "So, that's her bed that goes almost completely unused unless she needs to escape to study for finals or work on a big paper for one of her classes," he adds. "But, while you're here, it's yours and for as long as you need it."

Setting my bag down by the bed I turn and examine the spacious room. "It's huge," I say out loud without meaning to.

"This is the smaller of the rooms," Tim chuckles.

I shake my head at him. "Must be nice," I mumble.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asks defensively.

"No, I, I'm sorry. I've always been jealous of you guys. You always seem to have everything," I tell him and immediately feel ashamed for it; Tim and his whole family have always been kind to me but I've always been jealous of them. 

Finally setting my luggage down, he turns and shuts the door before sitting with me on the edge of my new bed that still technically belongs to his girlfriend.

"You ready to talk yet?" he asks me and my stomach suddenly fills with butterflies; not so much from sharing everything with him, but from him stroking my knee gently. 

My left leg is tucked under me as my other hangs over the edge of the bed and it's the bent one he's caressing so lovingly. There's no hidden agenda behind his gesture; he's merely showing me concern, but I can't help the way his touch unexpectedly makes me feel. My mind goes back to my night with Trevor and Becca and the fact that they'd fucked during our little threesome as well. If they could do that, who's to say me and Tim couldn't do anything? I shake the thought out of my head and Tim takes it as me saying I'm not ready to talk, so he goes to stand up and leave but I reach before him before he can stand.

"Sorry, my mind was elsewhere for a second," I tell him.

He looks at me curiously. "And where was that?" he asks.

I look down at my knee where his hand has already returned and is stroking me gently again.

"Oh, sorry," he says pulling his hand away.

I shake my head hastily. "No, it's okay. It felt nice," I tell him and actually pull his hand back to my knee. "You doing that makes me feel safe and loved."

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way because you are. If anyone ever tries to hurt you and I'm around to do something about it..." he trails off to imply how far he'll go for me.

"Thanks. It feels great being with at least one person who truly loves me," I say and then Becca's face flashes in my mind and I begin to cry again. Since when did I become a water faucet of tears?

Tim pulls me into a tight hug again and helps me calm down again. Once I'm calm, I tell him my story of all that happened back home. Sensing it's going to be a long story, Tim moves to the headboard and sits with his back against it and then pats the empty space next to him. I sit close to him and tell him everything. Everything from the moment I'd hung up with him the other night until Trevor saved me from Dan's attack; and I briefly mention spending the rest of my time with Trevor and Becca.

As soon as I finish the story Tim is quiet. I look up at him and see the mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes. He looks torn between comforting me and wanting to rip Dan's head off; I'd be okay with either one. Tim lifts his arm to wrap it around my shoulders, so I sit forward slightly to allow him to and then rest my head on his thick, muscular shoulder. 

Tim sighs. "I'm so sorry you've had to go through all that, Courtney," he tells me as he caresses my shoulder with his thumb while his fingertips reach halfway down my upper arm.

"Me too," I say in such a small voice, I almost don't believe it's me saying it.

"God, I wish I could just beat the shit out of him. I've never liked Dan. He's such an asshole," he vents, which makes me smile. 

"Just knowing you would is enough, Tim," I tell him. 

"He better not show his face here," he adds.

"I don't think he's going anywhere for a while. I'm sure he's been arrested. The officers told me if I didn't press charges that they would do it themselves seeing as there was evidence of physical abuse on me. I just still can't believe Mom took his side once again," I say with a sigh.

Tim hugs me to his side a little tighter. "We'll figure this shit out, cuz," he promises. "I'm sure you'd like a shower or something after traveling, huh?" he asks to change the subject.

"That sounds awesome, actually."

"Go right ahead and use the one in the hall. Only Jenny and I use it, and it's got a huge fucking counter. You can take up the empty side, I barely have anything in there," he tells me and then nudges me to slip off the bed.

Once we're standing up again he pulls me into a tight hug, so I wrap my arms around him just as tightly. 

"Get cleaned up, I'll find you a towel to use; after your shower and as soon as you're ready, we'll all go out to dinner," he says laying out a plan.

"Sounds good," I agree and then I retrieve a change of clothes from one of my suitcases and then join him in the bathroom where he is waiting with a fluffy, pink towel. "Is this your own personal towel?" I tease him.

"Ha-ha," he winks at me as he tosses the towel at me as well. I catch it and then set it on the counter. "Just holler if you need anything," he says and then walks past me, but I grab his hand before he can get too far and then pull him close again.

"Thanks for everything," I say and then kiss him on the cheek; or at least, that's what I try to do until he turns his head towards me to do the same thing and the corners of our mouths meet. 

We both pull back and look at each other startled. He then reaches for my face and pushes my hair behind my left ear before cupping the back of my head in his big, powerful hand. He lowers his face towards mine and I let him, anticipating his kiss. But, he suddenly changes his mind with a look as if he'd been under a trance for a moment. 

"Um," he stammers. "I'm sorry," he says quickly and then rushes out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

I lean against the counter for a moment, blown away by the kiss we almost shared. I wish he'd have kissed me, not even thinking about the fact that he's my cousin or that he'd be cheating on his girlfriend if he had. With a sigh I turn the water on and strip out of my traveling clothes. The water warms surprisingly quickly, but not quicker than Tim's return to the bathroom with a towel for me, he must have forgotten about the one he already brought me. 

"Oh shit!" he cries and then shuts the door. "Sorry, Courtney; I didn't mean to walk in on you. I thought you were already in the shower."

"It's okay, Tim. I'm getting in now," I tell him and then step into the tub/shower combo and draw the curtain shut. As much as I enjoyed him seeing me, I don't want to make him any more uncomfortable than he already is. "Okay, it's all safe now, cousin!" I giggle.

The door opens and then closes. "I set the towel on the counter right across from the tub," he informs me. "Right next to the one I already brought you," he says and then laughs nervously. "Fuck."

"Thanks, Tim," I laugh and then butterflies flutter in my stomach as I feel tempted to invite him into the shower. "You don't have to be embarrassed by anything, Tim," I say quietly so no one outside the door can hear me. 

"I'm not embarrassed," he lies.

I chuckle a little. "You never could lie to me, you know," I remind him.

He sighs. "Okay, so I was a little embarrassed. But, that's not why I ran out of the room like I did."

I turn my head in his direction curiously as the hot water flows over my naked body. "Oh?" I say, unsure of what else to say.

"Yeah," he says as if confessing his sins to me. "There must be something in the genetics of the women in our family," he starts. 

I wasn't expecting to hear that from him, but I'm curious as to where he's going, so I wait.

"I mean, look at Tina, my mom, hell, even your mom is attractive," he rattles off.

"Are you saying you're attracted to my mom?" I tease.

He laughs. "Hell no; she's a fucked up bitch who treats her amazing daughter like shit," he spits out, trying to hold back his anger.

I smile at his words. He said I'm amazing; no guy has ever called me that.

"What I was saying is, the women in our family are all fucking hot," he finally blurts out. "I had to leave before I did something I'd regret."

"Like kiss me?" I ask quietly and then take up the bottle of shampoo from the rack hanging from the showerhead; it smells like strawberries. 

"Jenny's shampoo," he says fondly. "Yes, like kiss you," he answers my question.

"Would that be so bad?" I question him, my feelings definitely hurt.

"Shit, Courtney, that's not what I meant. I meant, I didn't want to do something behind Jenny's back," he clarifies.

"You don't think it'd be weird to kiss me?" I ask him hopefully.

He sighs. "I think we have some catching up to do, Cuz. How about I take you out and show you around town after you get cleaned up? We could use some time to really talk about everything."

"I already told you all that happened, Tim," I say as I lather up my hair.

"I know, but I sensed there was more you weren't telling me, but I figured if we were somewhere more private then you'd feel more comfortable."

I shrug. "I told you everything, really. There's nothing more about Mom or Dan I want to talk about."




The House Ch. 04



He pauses for a minute. "Okay, then I guess it's just me who has some things to tell you about. Finish your shower and dress comfortably, okay? We'll head to the beach or something."

"Okay, sounds good," I say and then he leaves.

"What the hell was that about?" I wonder to myself. 

After my shower, I dry off and get dressed into my favorite, form-fitting jeans and a black Nirvana T-shirt with yellow writing, a smiley face with X's for eyes and a squiggly mouth with the tongue sticking out. After drying my dark hair with Jenny's blow-dryer, I step out of the bathroom with my dirty clothes and head into my new room. Waiting for me on the bed is a pair of flip-flops. I haven't had a pair for a couple years seeing as I rarely visited the beach on the east coast. 

"I have plenty," Tina surprises me from the bedroom door.

I turn towards her startled. "Thanks," I say breathlessly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she chuckles. 

"It's okay," I tell her. "Thanks for the flip-flops."

"You're welcome," she says and then tucks a thick strand of her raven hair behind her ear. 

Her dark hair makes her bright blue eyes pop. Tim was right, though, we come from good genetics. Mom and Aunt Amanda look similar with their amazingly perfect bodies; the only difference is their hair. While Aunt Amanda has raven-colored hair like Tina, which they got from Grandpa, Mom has Grandma's blonde hair. They both got Grandma's blue eyes, though. But, like me, Tina has the family trait of a sexy hourglass figure; big, firm tits, a slender stomach and beautifully wide hips. I'm not trying to brag, but we really are a teenage guy's wet dream. 

I think back to my dad; he died of cancer when I was a little girl. I still miss him. He was the perfect dad from what I remember. He was always there when I needed him; he came to school plays and took me to gymnastics, attending all the competitions. He was the one who would take me to visit Tim and Tina when we were younger, too. Mom and Aunt Amanda don't really get along; they never really have. I'm not sure why, but I gave up asking when I was about ten years old. All dad would tell me is that Mom was jealous of Aunt Amanda. I'm not sure of what, though. But, aside from all that, my dad was a very handsome man. I think it's the mixture of his brown hair and Mom's blonde hair that gives me my honey-brown colored hair Becca's always jealous of.

"So, what are you and Tim up to tonight?" she asks, snapping me out of my memories of Dad.

"He said we were going to get something to eat and talk about some things. I'm not sure what he wants to talk to me about; I've already told him everything that's been going on with me. But, he did say he has something to tell me, so, I really don't know what's going on," I finish with a laugh.

Tina smiles at me. "He has a way of being mysterious sometimes. Just keep an open mind when talking to him," she warns me before turning to leave.

"Tina," I stop her. 

She returns to the doorway looking curious so I walk up and hug her. "Thank you for taking me in," I tell her.

Finally her arms wrap around me to hug me back; I'm not unaware of our full breasts mashed together, mind you. 

"You can stay as long as you need to," she assures me after pulling away from our hug. Her eyes are so kind and loving; it's a relief to see since she'd seemed a little standoffish a moment ago. 

I smile at her and then without thinking, I kiss her quickly on the lips. What's wrong with me? Why am I kissing my cousins?

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

Tina hooks my chin with a finger and gently raises my face to look her in the eye. "Relax, Courtney," she says and then kisses me again; but this time the kiss lingers a little more.

I breathe in deeply as if I'd been holding my breath when she pulls away. "I think tonight will be an interesting night for you," she says before leaving me to finish getting ready.

Shaking my head, I turn back to Jenny's old bed and drop the flip-flops to the floor to step into them. As soon as I'm ready, grabbing a light purple hoodie from my travel bag, I meet Tim in the living room where he's just hanging up his phone. 

"Jenny says hi," he says with a smile. 

"Oh, hi, Jenny," I say matching his smile. 

"Are you ready to go?" he asks and I nod. "Good," he says and then we say goodbye to Tina and Melody before heading out the door. 

"So, where are we going?" I ask Tim as we get into his beautiful muscle car. It roars to life and I'm instantly as turned on as the engine; I've always had a thing for fast cars like this. 

He must have noticed my reaction to the sound of his car and the way the vibrations from the loud, powerful engine energized me. "I think I have a better idea now," he says and then pulls out of the driveway carefully before peeling out down the street. 

My heart races with excitement as the force of acceleration pins me to the bucket seat. I hold onto the center compartment between the seats and the door handle on my right as I breathe quickly with excitement. I glance at Tim; he's not watching me, but he has this badass grin on his face like he's in a street race in Fast and the Furious. I'm tempted to call him Brian. 

He whips his car through the streets and before I know it, we're pulling into a local burger joint. It's not a chain like Burger King or Carl's Jr, but a hole in the wall type of place that smells amazing. The scent of deep fryers searing strips of potatoes invades my nostrils joined with the delicious aroma of beef patties sizzling away. 

"Fancy," I say sarcastically, though I'm glad be brought me somewhere simple like this. 

I don't really like fancy restaurants with their dress codes and quiet, boring, top 40 bullshit pop music. Here, the wonderful sound of Green Day's "Brain Stew" is wrapping up. 

"Come on, you didn't really want me to take you to some high class steakhouse did you?" he asks me sarcastically. 

I laugh. "Hell no, this place is perfect," I say just as "Down in a Hole" by Alice in Chains starts. 

"That's what I thought," he chuckles and then orders us each a cheeseburger meal, complete with fries and a soda. 

"So, where's Jenny?" I ask as we sit down at one of the rubber-coated picnic tables in front of the establishment. 

"Fridays are her long days at school; she doesn't usually get home until later at night. After class, she has rehearsal for the musical they're working on. In fact," he stops to check his phone. "Melody and Tina are probably on their way to the school now."

"Tina's still acting, huh?"

Tim nods. "She's amazing. She's been working on a screenplay with the dean of the drama department. Well, by working with, I mean she's writing it and the dean is proofreading and editing it to get it perfect for submission to some big time producers she knows in Hollywood."

"Wow, that's crazy!" I chime. 

He nods and then we're briefly interrupted as our burgers are set down in front of us and our number card is taken away by a cute, high school boy. I wink at him as he walks away, making him blush. He may be a little young, but that doesn't mean I can't flirt, right?

"I think you just made his night," Tim laughs and then squeezes a huge glop of ketchup into his red, wax-paper-lined basket next to his fries. 

I take the ketchup with a shrug and squeeze some of its contents over my fries. "He's cute, but seems like a shy guy with low self-esteem. Why not make him feel good about himself by flirting with him a little?"

"Oh, so that was a good Samaritan situation?" Tim teases before popping a smaller fry into his mouth. 

I laugh. "I guess. But, come on, what's more encouraging to a guy than a girl you've never seen before flirting with you?"

"Fair enough," he concedes and we continue with our banter throughout our meal. It's the first thing I've eaten since leaving Virginia late this morning. I hadn't realized how hungry I really was until that first bite of my burger, and holy shit it was one of the best things I've ever eaten. Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration, but in that moment it sure seems like it. Hunger is the best seasoning, right? 

After we finish our meal, we dispose of our trash, leaving the baskets on the shelf above the barrel of a trashcan, refill our sodas and get back into his sexy car. He doesn't drive as fast as he did an hour ago, but the rumble of the engine still has a small effect on my pussy. We get on the freeway and listen to the music he blares through the aftermarket stereo he has installed. Tim and I have always had similar tastes in music and stuff. So, it was no problem listening to the blaring guitars and heavy drum beats as we traveled to our next destination. Granted, it makes it difficult to talk, but right now we're content on just being with each other. 

Soon we pull into the parking lot of probably the coolest place I've ever been: The California Speed Zone. It's a place full of go-kart tracks for all ages and even a drag racing track with those crazy long race cars. They're on a controlled track so no one can hurt themselves, but they're still hella fast. Tim pays for me to get in and we spend the afternoon racing each other. We start with the slick track, drifting around the short, oval track. Being a Friday afternoon before people are off work, the place isn't super crowded, so the lines aren't too long. We do a lot of driving that afternoon and it gets me really excited. After each race, regardless of who wins between us, I'd almost tackle Tim with a tight hug. 

"Let's do the fast one," I say excitedly after a quick break to refill on caffeine. 

"The drag races?" he asks and I nod enthusiastically. "Sure, why not?"

I squeal excitedly and we both chug down our sodas, giving ourselves minor brain freezes before laughing them away. We get in line and my mouth runs like the motors of the cars we've been driving all day. Tim is gracious and lets me ramble on and on with an amused grin on his face. Not everybody is unaffected by my running mouth, though, as we stand in the line for the drag race track. 

"Will you shut your bitch up?" a meaty looking guy in front of us barks at Tim.

This guy looks like he could be a wrestler in the WWE. His face is ugly and pig-like with a military haircut, broad shoulders and huge muscles everywhere. But, looking Tim over again, he's smaller than the guy, but looks like he can hold his own against him. 

"Excuse me?" Tim demands, pushing off from the railing he's been leaning against. 

"I said to shut your bitch up," the guy repeats. 

Tim glares back at him, keeping his mouth shut. 

"What? Got nothin' to say?" Meathead asks threateningly. 

"Tell you what," Tim says calmly. "We'll settle this on the track. She'll keep it down but before this turns into something ugly, let's make a deal: I win, you leave the park for the rest of the day; you win, we'll leave. How does that sound?" Tim challenges him.

Meathead glares at him and then nods. "Alright, yeah, it's a deal."

Just a few minutes later we're strapped into the long, high-powered dragsters; the engines roaring loudly sending chills up and down my spine and increases the tingle in my pussy. I love being an adrenaline junky. 

After the park employee gives us the safety instructions we rev our engines and wait for the lights to change to send us down the straight track to the finish line. I stare at the red light, gently revving the engine until it changes to green. I slam my foot down and I'm immediately pinned the back of my seat by the G-forces as the car surges forward faster than I've ever gone in my life. I don't notice anything else around me until the car next to me zooms past with a second one dead even with it. Tim and Meathead are neck and neck until they reach the end where we see the result showing that Tim beat Meathead by .03 seconds. 

Once the cars are returned to the starting line and the employees help us out, I wait for Tim at the exit, my body still vibrating from the drag race. I don't even care that I got last place, it was the most thrilling thing I've done in my life. Tim meets me at the exit and I jump up into his arms, planting my mouth on his without thinking. When I realize what I'm doing, I pull away and drop back down to the ground.

"I'm sorry," I whisper as Meathead walks up angrily. 

"So, you can beat me on a track in a controlled environment, big fucking deal," he barks as Tim turns to face him.

"Look, I won, but you've kinda fucked up the rest of my day here, so, tell you what, you go ahead and stay and enjoy your day here and we'll leave. We have better things to do with our time," Tim tries reasoning with the thug.

"Fuck you! How about a real race?" he challenges.

Tim sighs. "Seriously? This wasn't enough?"

Meathead gets in his face and Tim holds his arm out to keep distance between the two of us as the asshole towers over him. Tim can probably take the guy, but he was still a few inches shorter than him. 

"Scared?" Meathead growls. 

Tim sighs. "No, but I just don't see the point. I already beat you once."

"See if you can do it again, tough guy! Unless you don't think your car can take me," he challenges Tim. 

"Tim," I say quietly. "Just race him and shut him up."

"For once I agree with your bitch," he say which flares Tim's anger back up again. 

Tim shoves Meathead into the railing behind him, holding him by his too-tight shirt to keep him from falling into the bushes. 

"Call her a bitch one more time and there won't be a need for a race," Tim threatens. 

Meathead glares at him but I sense some fear behind his eyes. Tim pulls him back and lets him go, storming off with me in tow; I have to trot just to keep up.

"Tim!" I cry out to him; he's starting to hurt my arm. "Tim!" I say louder and he stops to look at me, anger fuming on his red face. "You're hurting me," I tell him and then look down at our hands.

He looks down too and then lets go of my hand. "I'm sorry, Courtney," he says, his entire demeanor changes before my eyes. He takes my hand again, gently this time, and raises it to his lips to kiss it. 

I blush at the gesture and then step up to him. "It's okay," I whisper and then plant my lips on his, kissing him softly at first. My tongue parts his lips and he opens his mouth to accept it, meeting me with his own halfway. I sigh through my nose, enjoying a kiss that probably shouldn't be happening. 

We break our kiss and Tim smiles at me. "Let's go take care of this asshole and then head home. We'll have the house to ourselves for a while," he says which sends a thrilling chill down my spine fairly close to the ones I've felt all afternoon racing him on the various tracks. But this one is followed by warmth I'm not expecting. I lace my fingers with his and hold onto his arm as we leave the park and head into the parking lot. 

Meathead storms past us with a tough-looking, though not unattractive woman, hot on his heels. She flashes a look back at me like she'd like to fight me right then and there. I'm no fighter, so I know she'd kick my ass up and down the parking lot. So, I recoil slightly and look away briefly. When I look up again out of curiosity, her expression unexpectedly changes. Her eyes look apologetic and she flashes a sideways grin while shrugging her shoulders slightly. I nod my head subtly while it's resting on Tim's shoulder, but he barely notices. 

"Follow me," Meathead barks at us but Tim doesn't react. The guy slams the door of his copper muscle car; I'm not sure what kind it is.

"Nice GTO," Tim says, answering my pondering. He means what he says, too. Of course, he can't hate a car because the driver's an asshole, right? "'78," he clarifies, proving his knowledge of muscle cars. He's been into them since I can remember. 

"Jealous?" I ask him.

"Only a little bit, but I love my Camaro," he says.

The engine of the GTO fires up and then Meathead revs it a few times, setting off car alarms around him. Tim chuckles and swears again under his breath. 

"This'll be fun," he says and then skips a little to urge me to run with him to his car, so I follow suit and we run hand-in-hand to his car. 

He fires up the engine and revs it up a few times like Meathead did, but no car alarms go off for him. He doesn't seem to care or notice. We follow the sexy GTO to an aqueduct where he parks in front of a locked, chain link gate, retrieves bolt cutters from his trunk and then proceeds to break in in broad daylight. Okay, fine, the sun is starting to set, but it's still brighter than it should be for such an illegal act. 

Now, I mentioned that we're in an aqueduct, right? Well, you know all those old movies that had car chases or drag races in them? Well, it's that same famous aqueduct used in all those movies. We follow him down the long ramp to the bottom where it's nice, wide and flat. We stop underneath one of the bridges and then get out. Shortly after, dozens more engines roar behind us as Harleys and other cars join us. 

"What's going on here?" Tim shouts to Meathead. 

"I called some friends to help regulate the race. We need officials, right?" Meathead says with a mischievous grin.

Tim just glares back at him in response. 

"Plus, I need to make sure you don't cheat or try to run when you lose."

"Why would I run?" Tim demands.

"Because I only race for pinks," Meathead says, flashing an evil grin.

"Hold on!" Tim shouts, stepping towards him, but two biker guys step up to him. Tim holds out his hand and shakes his head. "I'm not going to hurt him, this was just never discussed beforehand."

"That true, Gill?" one of the bikers asks without taking his eyes off of Tim.

"Does it matter if it is?" Meathead, or Gill I guess, replies.

The biker sighs and shakes his head. "You dumbass," he says to Gill, turning his back on Tim. "How many times do we have to tell you? You have to state these rules before agreeing to race. We may want to take people's cars, but I'm not into stealing them, per say."

"But, Boss," Meathead suddenly sounds pitiful. 

Boss turns around. "Look, kid, it's up to you at this point. We won't take your car if you lose, but you know what?" he says raising his voice. "To teach fucktard a lesson, if you win, the GTO is yours; if you lose, you have my permission to leave. This idiot can't get my rules through his thick-ass skull, it seems."

Tim looks from Boss to Gill and then shakes his head. "As much as I appreciate that, sir, I couldn't take his car unless mine was at risk of being lost as well. A win-win situation is tempting, but it's not how I am. Besides, if things go south and the police get involved, I'd rather only face a trespassing charge than an illegal gambling charge."

Boss frowns at Tim, impressed. "I like you, kid. So, no bet, this is for the W and that's it."

"That and the terms we settled on at the Speed Zone," Tim adds.

"Which were what?" Boss asks.

"He leaves the Speed Zone for the remainder of the day and doesn't return while we're there. Also, I'd like him to apologize to my girlfriend here," Tim lies about our relationship to keep the fact we're related hidden. I admit I enjoy being called his girlfriend. 

Boss nods his head. "Seems fair enough to me. You got balls, though, kid."

Tim nods. "Thanks, I guess," he suppresses a chuckle. 

Boss sets the race up, sending some of his men to a bridge a half a mile away; there's only one other bridge between us. Each of the vehicles is set beneath the arches supporting the cement and steel bridges. A sexy biker chick in black leather pants and a tiny, red tank top stands out in front of us with a red bandana. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail and her big lips are painted bright red. Her deep tan makes the red of her tank top stand out like a beacon of light. She points at Tim and me and Tim revs his engine loudly; she points at Meathead's, or Gill's, car and he does the same. Then she takes a few steps back, raises the bandana for a few seconds and then drops it. Tim pops the clutch as the bandana flutters to the ground like a bright, red leaf and then suddenly the sexy biker chick is no longer in sight. 




The House Ch. 04



The G-forces of Tim's quick acceleration suck me into the leather seat I'm safely strapped into. I turn my head and see the set determination on his face as he blows through the gears, taking the RPMs to the red line before changing. I watch as the first bridge quickly approaches; and that's when I notice there's only one opening for both cars to pass through. 

Tim glances over to see that the GTO is slightly ahead. As we run out of room, he lets Gill blow past to go through the sole arch available to us. Gill takes the pass a little close to his right, knocking his side mirror off. Sparks fly as the steel of the car scrapes along the cement wall. Tim passes through, inches behind Gill, with ease. As soon as we break out of the shadow of the bridge, Tim downshifts and slams on the accelerator, forcing the car to push Gill's. Tim still has more power under the hood that he hasn't tapped into yet. 

He drafts off of Gill for a few more seconds, tapping the jerk's back bumper a few times before deciding he was done playing with him. Tim whips his car to the side and shoves his foot back down to the floor. The Camaro lurches forward faster than I thought it could at our already high speeds. The end is drawing nearer and we're suddenly blowing past him like an old man in the slow lane of the freeway. This time all of the arches are left open for us to pass through, but, to emphasize his win, Tim whips his car in front of Gill's, cutting him off before the finish line. Tim drifts in a tight circle to return to the race operators in good faith to show he trusts them to keep their word and let us go. 

Boss pulls up on his Harley with the sexy tank top girl on the back. Tim gets out but tells me to stay in the car. They talk briefly and then shake hands before Tim gets back in and heads back to where we entered the aqueduct. In the excitement of the race, I hadn't noticed just how wet I was until we were finally safe and on our way home. Something about these fast cars and the adrenaline rush obviously excites me more than I ever thought; I guess you learn something new every day, right? Even if that something is about yourself. 

Without thinking, I reach over and just place my hand on Tim's right thigh. He barely reacts as he drives us home.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

He looks at me like he forgot I was there and then relaxes finally, slowing his car down to the actual speed limit. "Yeah, sorry about that, Courtney. I don't race often and when I do, I get a little tense afterwards."

"Is there anything I can do to help you relax?" I ask, sliding my hand up closer to his crotch, I'm stopped short by his hard cock growing down his pant leg.

I look down and see that I'm stopped a little short of halfway down his thigh. My eyes shoot back up to meet his and he returns my gaze with a sheepish one of his own. 

"Holy shit," I mumble.

Tim doesn't say anything to stop or encourage me, so I take a chance and wrap my fingers as far around the denim clad cock as I can. 

"Fuck," he whispers. 

"Wanna pull over?" I ask and he looks at me again to shake his head. 

"No, we're going home if we're going to do this," he says.

I look at him confused. "Wait, what?"

"What?" he asks.

"But... What?"

Tim pulls down a residential street and parks so we can talk. "What's wrong?" he asks me.

"Tim, we're fucking cousins; shouldn't we keep something like that on the DL?" I ask him.

He grins, finally understanding what I was freaking out about. "Court," he says, using a rare nickname he calls me on occasion. "There's a lot you don't know. You see, being the only guy in that house has a lot of perks. Especially when two of the girls are bi-sexuals who lean towards girls more than guys."

"Tina and Melody," I state.

Tim nods. "Sometimes Jenny gets a little girl-girl action too when the mood strikes her. But, sometimes those two, mostly lesbian girls, need a real cock. Who do you think is there to provide that?"

"But, Tina's your sister," I protest, mostly to test the waters to see if I'm making a correct assumption; I obviously don't have a problem with incest since I witnessed Becca and her brother fuck each other in our little threesome the other night.

"Tina and I were together before she and Melody fell in love and before Jenny and I fell for each other," he admits to me. 

My chin drops. I expected to hear that they may have hooked up from time to time, but to say that they were actually together is something I wasn't expecting.

"Seriously?" I ask him.

He nods and then looks down ashamed. "It's not something we advertise to everyone, but we still love each other deeply, and on different levels. The other day when you called, we'd just fucked-" I interrupt him by planting my mouth on his. 

I break our kiss and then sit back in my seat again. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself," I confess.

Tim smiles and then leans across to kiss me gently on the lips again. "I'm not complaining, cuz," he says and then kisses me again, slipping his tongue in my mouth again. "Let's go home," he whispers and then drives quickly back to the house.



The House Ch. 05



John and his mom turned from the door after saying good-bye to the ladies. Even though both had managed sexual gratification, each remained needy, wanting, unfulfilled. Each wanted the other to make the first move, unsure that their sexual desires were reciprocated. Yes, John had noted the look in his mother's eyes when he had kissed her that morning. Yes, his mother had noticed the bulge in his pants on more than one occasion, but was unsure if it was for her or for that prissy Phoebe. Something had definitely changed; however, each was now freely admitting to themselves that they wanted the other. Each was examining the possibility of taking the love they had for the other to another level and finding that possibility acceptable. However, how was the question? Neither wanted to destroy what they already had. Each feared that the other would consider them a pervert if they even suggested the possibility to the other. So unconsciously, both began to give hints, with body language, that they wanted the other. The age-old art of seduction had begun. 

They went back to the kitchen to clean up. John made sure that each time his mom brought dishes to the sink they touched. Sometimes it would just be a hand, other times their hips would rub together as they worked side by side. She would accidentally brush a breast against his arm as she turned beside him to put away a dish. He moved around her accidentally brushing his pelvis against her derrière as he moved by her. This "accidental" dance continued each moving freely into each other personal space as more and more body parts came in contact for longer and longer periods of time. Gentle smiles of love passed between them almost coy in nature, wanting to attract yet fearful of the consequences. They were so unlike the usual relaxed loving smiles, which had flashed between them all his life. Now uncertain, yet searching, inquiring smiles, tentative, hesitant, beseeching smiles, that brought the growing lust between them to new heights as their newfound playfulness manifested itself. 

He suddenly splashed her with water from the running tap wetting the top of her dress and face. She retaliated with giggles and laughter, scooping her hands beneath the water and flinging it at him, and then turned to run not waiting for his watery reply. He reached out to grab an arm, but this time truly accidentally garbed the sleeve of her dress instead. Her forward momentum tore it from her shoulder. Buttons rained on the kitchen floor as the shoulder of the dress slid down her arm pulled apart at the front. It totally exposed one bra covered breast as the sleeve gave way leaving a piece of fabric in his hand. She turned to find part of her dress dangling from his hand, her chest heaving, partly from exertion, but partly from the passion that had coursed through her body all day. She made no move to cover up. 

"Mother, I'm so sorry," he exclaimed, "I meant to grab you by the arm so I could splash you again, but inadvertently caught your sleeve. He tentatively held it out, and then laughed ruefully realizing it was no longer of any use. He dropped it on the kitchen counter never taking his eyes off the beautiful lacy bra that heaved up and down in front of him with each breath she took. It was a beautiful bra, designed to show off rather than conceal. Through the lace her could see her dark areola crowned by a very aroused and swollen nipple, was it for him he thought, or was it simply the cold of its exposure. She saw the concern on his face and laughed it away.

"It's okay son, its just a dress, but I'll have to find something else to wear." Not revealing it had been one of her favorites realizing she had worn it to entice. 

"Come upstairs mother, I'll find you something to put on." She knew she still had lots to wear even though it had been a hard day on her wardrobe, but followed her son, after he had turned off the water, not sure what she had in mind. When they got to his bedroom, he rifled through his closet and pulled a sweater out. "Here, try this on," he said. She noticed the strange scent fill the air as with sudden impulse she thought of a subterfuge that would suffice. With artful deception, she pretended that he meant her to wear the sweater not over her torn dress but as a piece of clothing on its own. She turned sideways to him as if to conceal her body from him but in reality to present a profile of breast and naked buttock. The scent of the old house grew stronger as she slipped the dress from her shoulders and slid it down over her flaring hips to fall crumpled to the floor. For the first time he saw his mother almost naked, wearing the lacy bra and the tiny thong. He was rock hard as he hesitantly moved towards her entering her personal space, now not caring that his cock signaled his intent. She turned into him one hand coming up to stroke his cheek her eyes looking deeply into his as though searching for her absolution within his. Her mouth upturned, red, inviting, her lips slightly parted, shiny where she had licked them. Their lips touched lightly, feather like, almost like a mother son kiss, then it became a man woman kiss, full of tongue and saliva, heat and passion, lips bruising against teeth. Their bodies shivered with lust. Her arms over his shoulders one going down his back the other around his head her hand in his hair using the leverage it gave her to rub her bra covered tits against his chest and mash her mouth against his, frantically sucking on his tongue. His hands running over her body bringing heat wherever they touched. 

He gripped her ass, pulling her buttocks hard apart in his urgency to pick her up. She brought her legs up trying to grip him, but before she could, he whirled, throwing her onto the bed. He pulled the shirt he was wearing over his head and tossed it somewhere. He fumbled at the clip that held his pants together and when it did not separated immediately yanked it apart destroying the zipper at the same time. The pants were gone. He actually had to struggle for a moment to get the waistband of his underwear over his rampant cock. He stumbled towards the bed his ankles still entangled in his shorts. With one final kick they shot across the room. Then he stood before her. Her son naked as the day he was born, with one exception, a big fat hard cock, red and engorged with desire, want , need. Roughly, he reached between her tender thighs and yanked at the crotch of her thong tearing the thong where the string that ran through her ass met the crotch. Its wetness slapped her abdomen as he flipped it up exposing how wet she was. Her hairy lips oozed her preparedness onto the bed. They were also red and engorged succulent in their need. He didn't even bother with her bra, just simply shoved it up around her neck. He grabbed her by her tits and kneaded them for a moment as he positioned himself for her ravishment. Her tits sent wonderful messages to her twat as she reached for his dick. 

Suddenly he hesitated, as she centered him, almost as if he was trying to regain some control over his unbridled lust. It was almost anger in her voice when she spoke,

"You fuck me now, she yelled in her excitement, "use me, do me, cream me, but you damn well make sure I cum."

'I'm going to get it now' she thought to herself as he penetrated her forcefully. They behaved almost like it were a fight, a love match at best, each too aggressive to be tender, each so needy they barely considered the others needs as they writhed and rutted on the bed. They both could feel the wet crotch of her thong riding between their bellies smearing their bodies with her juice. Her hands pulled on his buttocks as she brought her legs up to allow even deeper penetration. Her nails dug in forcing him deeper. Droplets of blood formed on his buttocks, a trail following the line of her dragging nails. One of her lips split as she mashed them harder against his own. He tasted her blood and then finding it not enough sucked on her lower lip taking more blood. Her thighs griped his ribs and bent at the knees her lower legs flopped in time to his thrusting rhythm. Her hairy cunt thrust upwards surrounding his shaft with her warmth and wet. Then it started deep in her womb, the phantoms of orgasm swirling deep in her belly. "'Fuck me harder, screw me deep," she screamed into the heavy scent, redolent in the air around them. He frenzied by her urgency pounded her hard feeling the skin on his cock pull as he went deep. The phantoms swirled faster and faster, tighter and tighter, until they coalesced into a red-hot ball deep in her innards, bursting into an explosive orgasm spreading outward like liquid fire, down her thighs, up to her tits burning her nipples with ecstasy. A pipe rattled. Her vocal noise added to the din. She held his shuddering spewing body tight against her with arms and legs tightened by orgasmic seizure until her clit cried for mercy now far too sensitive to touch. She wept, as he withdrew from her in the agony of loss. It was the fucking of her life, no man had ever moved her so before. 

He went to his knees between her legs dragging her hips across the bed so her ass was but inches from his nose. He saw how red and sensitive her raggedy lips looked still gapping from the shafting he had given them, how swollen her hairy lips looked, puffy and abused. A little trickle of semi-transparent whiteness ran over her perineum and down to her ass. Her thighs still trembled slightly, he wasn't sure why, was it because he had stretched them wide with his pounding hips or her physical reaction to her orgasm? It didn't really matter, he loved his mother deeply and he intended to soothe away any pain she may have felt. First, he took a hold of the waistband of her thong and gently eased it from her body. She lifted her bum helping him. He started just above her knee, kissing licking sucking on her fleshiness. He soothed her succulent white skin with mouth and tongue. Occasionally, he tasted her sweet juice as her slowly moved up her legs moving his mouth from side to side trying not to miss any of her inner flesh. 

As he moved higher, her skin became softer more pliant more succulent, tastier as he found more and more of her juice to savor. Her scent stronger, compelling, intoxicating, now his taste was sometimes intermingled with hers. He brought his mouth to the crease that joined leg to groin. She spread her legs wider giving further access to her beauty. His mouth searched for and found the line of ligament and muscle that caused a ridge in her crease sucking on it to relax her. He moved to the other side taking a deep breath in passing to repeat his ministration on her other crease. His nostrils filled with her powerful heady scent causing his cock to twitch and begin to rise. Ever so gently, he slid his hands under her soft lovely buttocks and lifted her hairy pussy towards his lips. His mouth surrounded one swollen hairy labia licking and sucking oh so carefully soothing before transferring his mouth to its twin once again taking a deep inhalation of her feminine stink. 

He knew he was arousing her again by the strength of her scent, finally he took her pinky brown inner lips between his own tasting both his and her flavors as he sucked the soft petals that guarded the entrance of her warm moist cunt. He had planned to fuck his mother again but this was too beautiful almost ethereal and he didn't want to stop. Her hands had come to hold his head sometime ago, he hadn't really noticed when, but now they applied gentle pressure suggesting she had further use for his mouth. He slid his tongue between the petals that guarded her and tasted their commingled mix. He then withdrew and slid his tongue from perineum to clitoral hood tasting everything in its path. Her pussy hunched upwards, her ass muscles flexed in his hands, demonstrating her need. He allowed his head to be manipulated so that his tongue was in constant contact with the little soldier of love that hid in the folds that formed the apogee of her sex. It stood tall and proud as her humping hips rubbed it all over his now still and flattened tongue. Quivers of need chased one after the other as her orgasm built until it crashed over his face smearing delicious cum over his tongue and her cries of passion sounded in the evening air. He waited until her body settled and then announced 

"That was delicious mom, but I'm still hungry and there are two steaks in the fridge with our names on them. I should've saved that tasty treat for desert." 

She laughed and replied, "You've certainly helped me work up an appetite son, I could use a steak. As for dessert, I'm sure we can work something out by the time we need to." John put on a pair of boxer shorts while his mother removed the bra that was still above her breasts. Nude, she slipped into the sweater he had intended for her to wear over her torn dress. Its wait band circled her thighs just below the checks of her ass. If she lifted an arm or bent over in any way, he knew she would moon him. Unperturbed, she lead the way down the stairs to the kitchen, opened the fridge and bent over slightly looking for the steaks. Sure enough her beautiful ass peeked out from under the sweater. Turning her head, she winked at him and giggled. "Where are the steaks, John?" She asked. He bent over her cupping one check of her butt firmly in his hand, and pointed to the steaks she couldn't have failed to see. With much goosing, laughter, and sexual innuendo, they managed to throw steaks on the grill, potatoes in the microwave, and toss a salad. John got out a bottle of red wine and they sat down to a steak dinner with enough trimmings to make it worthwhile. After eating their fill, John opened a second bottle of wine filling her glass once more before he replaced the cork and put it in the fridge.

"Are you glad I came today?" she asked, nervously glancing at her son. 

He understood what she was really asking and answered, "Yes, I am mother and I hope you are too, I've had a wonderful time and I will never regret a minute of it." 

She smiled, the nervousness gone and reached out to hold his hand on the table. "I think I need a shower," she said tossing back the wine rather quickly, not the way his mother usually drank, "do you think you could help me scrub my back?" Her smile was now playful, loving, and she stood to lead him up the stairs. He followed her, watching the muscles of her beautiful ass flex as she took each stair. She knew her ass was one of her better assets and took care to give him and excellent show. Swinging it from side to side wanting to entice, wanting her son's hands to fondle her bum once more. As they walked down the hall he put an arm around her waist and said,

"You really do have a beautiful ass mother." He reached down and fondled it as she had hoped before goosing her. They threw his clothes over the wall of one of the stalls and he adjusted two showerheads so they could stand between them. He fondled her body until they were both slick and wet then reached for what was left of the bar of soap the girls had used the day before. Moving them out of the direct spray of the shower he began to lather her, paying close attention to tits and pussy until she laughed and said,

"Those aren't my back honey, but you just keep on doing what you're doing." Which he did until he returned them to the spray, holding her like all men hold their women in the shower. Left hand crossing her chest to hold the right boob, while his right hand cupped her succulent hairy pussy fingering gently to arouse her. He never did scrub her back. The house took a moment to send further urges of desire and she turned her head and lifted her face begging the kiss that she immediately received. With thoughts of leaving the shower suddenly he exclaimed, 

"Damn, I've left all the towels in the washing machine." He left the bathroom, dripping wet, to return in a moment with two pillowcases in his hands. "I'm afraid these will have to do." They easily made do helping each other dry. She grabbed their clothes and led him to the third floor her ass a wonder in motion, undulating in anticipation. As soon as they made it to the bedroom, she turned and kissed him passionately loving her son deeply. She pushed him back until they fell into the bed she lying on top of him.

"It's time for dessert," she said, turning above him and presented her gash, redolent with scent, awaiting his talented tongue. With an "I need some dessert too," she took his cock in hand and engulfed the rest in her warm wet mouth. Soon her head was bobbing vigorously checks hollowed as she sucked. 

The house groaned out its pleasure, it had turned out to be a most successful day as it gathered their pheromones to add to its extensive collection. The house looked forward to another day with them in it. It did not know that it should be worrying about Phoebe. John wasn't thinking of Phoebe either he was having too much fun with his mother.



The House Ch. 05



Minerva lay on the ground unable to move without pain, fortunately she was able to hold on to her bag when she fell. She opened it with her uninjured hand and took out a bottle of water crying out when she instinctively tried to use her injured hand to open the bottle. Tears flowed as she waited for the pain to ebb, when it finally did she opened the bottle with her teeth, spit out the lid and drank half of the water. She looked around from her lying position and decided that she had to try to sit up. It took her several minutes but she finally managed. What was she going to do? She wondered, she couldn't stay here all night and no one knew that she was out here. One thing was for sure, she was never coming out here again at least not alone.

Aaron sat next to Minerva not sure of what to do except keep her safe from the others that wanted to hurt her. For the first time since her arrival he was forced to think about some things. As much as he wanted to keep her safe, he had failed. If he were a human male he could have helped her but as it was, he was almost useless.

"Are you certain of that?" a soft voice asked him.

Aaron turned toward the voice and saw Sadie one of his ex-slaves who was reputed to be a witch. Whether she was or wasn't Aaron didn't know and had never tried to find out because he didn't believe in such things.

"Sadie?" Aaron asked thankful to see a friendly face.

"Yes Mr. Aaron." she replied as she looked down at Minerva. "So this is the one that everybody talkin about" she said.

"This is her, she fell and broke her wrist and I think she sprained her ankle." Aaron said.

"So help her." Sadie said.

Aaron looked at her incredulous. 

"Just how in the fuck do you propose I do that? I'm a damned ghost!" Aaron roared causing the leaves on the trees to rain down on them.

"Humph." Sadie said, "Look like you got plenty of power if you knows how to use it."

"For god's sake woman! Stop talking in riddles!" Aaron demanded.

"Mr. Aaron, the answer is right in front of you if you think about it." Sadie said smiling at him.

"Sadie..."

"Sir!" the confederate soldier sad as he appeared in front of Aaron. They know her name."

"Who knows her name?" Aaron asked.

"The Colonel sir, he heard a human male say it."

It had to be Dwight, it could be no one else Aaron realized and reluctantly admitted that he was grateful that the man had thought to come to the woods looking for Minerva. He also wished that he hadn't used her name but it couldn't be helped but now she was susceptible to the others for as long as she was in the woods.

"Where is the male?" Aaron asked.

"About a mile away." The soldier replied.

"Is he headed in this direction?" Aaron asked.

"No sir, he started this way and changed his mind."

Fuck! Aaron thought to himself. How could he get the man to turn around without leaving Minerva? Then it occurred to him, he knew the man's name and that made him susceptible to him. Aaron closed his eyes and thought about Dwight, he didn't dare say his name out loud, he didn't know who was listening.

Minerva closed her eyes and opened them when she heard the snapping of twigs. She looked around and saw nothing but she was nervous. It was getting late and she would soon be in the dark alone with whatever wild animals were native to the woods. She felt tears threaten and fought them back telling herself to buck up and that crying wasn't going to help anything. Her wrist was starting to hurt like a bitch, she was tired, hungry and although she didn't want to admit it, scared.

**** Dwight readjusted the duffle bag on his shoulder as he tried to decide which way to go. He started in one direction and changed his mind, the terrain was rough and he didn't think that Minerva would have gone that way. He hadn't gone very far when he thought that he heard his name. He stopped, looked around and shrugged his shoulders thinking that he had imagined it.

"Dwight, turn around." he heard in his head as clear as day.

A little spooked, Dwight turned around and headed back in the direction that he had earlier discounted without understanding why.

****

Colonel Wilcox and Oliver stood watching as Aaron stood guard over Minerva. They could see that she was hurt and wondered what Aaron was going to do about it.

"How badly do you think she's hurt?" Oliver asked.

"How in the hell should I know?" the Colonel snapped. "But she must have hurt one of her legs or else she'd be standing and headed back to the house." He added. On whim he decided to try to call Minerva's name to see what would happen.

"Minerva." he said softly and waited watching carefully for a reaction.

When there was none, he tried again.

"Minerva!" he called.

This time, Minerva reacted. She looked around for the owner of the voice.

The Colonel smiled at Oliver, "she heard me."

**** Minerva wasn't the only one. Aaron heard every word that the two of them exchanged but didn't react. He wanted them to hang themselves, he didn't know what they were planning to do with her and it really didn't matter. Minerva was his and his alone. If he had to banish every malevolent being in the woods to keep her safe, he would and there would be no feelings of guilt afterwards. They had all been warned not once but several times but yet here The Colonel and his lapdog where plotting their abduction of Minerva.

As soon as Aaron heard the Colonel call Minerva's name, he looked in the direction where the colonel and Oliver were standing and sent a blast of frigid air in their direction startling both of them into silence.

"He heard us." Oliver whispered.

"Don't be stupid! Of course he didn't." Colonel Wilcox said impatiently.

"But.."

"Shut up or leave and I don't care which." The Colonel said cutting Oliver off.

He wanted to ask Oliver if he had always been such a pussy but thought that he already knew the answer. Oliver was exactly what Aaron had called him, a lapdog to do his bidding.

Minerva looked in the direction that she thought she heard her name come from. Just wishful thinking she thought ruefully. 

"I have to get out of here" she mumbled under her breath.

She started looking around for a branch that she could use as a walking stick but saw none. Once again she swore that she was never stepping foot in these woods again. It was now darker and the sounds of the woods seemed louder and more ominous. To distract herself, Minerva started singing whatever song came to mind as she tried to think of what to do, If she could just get to her feet she could limp home.

"Minerva." a voice said softly, this was another voice, a woman whereas the other was a man.

"Whose there?" she called out.

No answer.

Minerva felt a distinct chill. She took the sweatshirt out of her bag and put it on starting with her injured side first. It took her several minutes but she managed and then took a sip of water.

"Minerva!" several voices called softly.

*****

Aaron stood up prepared to banish anyone who came near Minerva, it was the one thing that he could do until Dwight got there.

"Who do we have here?" a familiar voice said.

Aaron turned toward the voice. Clara. When had she gotten here? Or had she always here and he just didn't know it? That was very possible as he had only started coming into the woods since Minerva's arrival.

"This is who the fuss is all about?" she taunted as she looked down at Minerva.

"Leave Clara." Aaron said his voice cold.

"And go where?" she asked still looking at Minerva as if she was an interesting bug.

"I don't give a fuck, just go." Aaron replied.

"Are you still angry with me?" Clara cooed.

"You had that pussy whipped traitor kill me so tell me, what do you think?" Aaron replied coldly.

"Well, you did take what wasn't yours." Clara said moving closer to Minerva.

Aaron decided that he wasn't going to argue the point. It was time to start cleaning house beginning with the bitch standing in front of him.

"Clara, I hear that they need volunteers in Gettysburg." Aaron said softly.

Clara stopped looking at Minerva and looked at Aaron.

"Whatever are you talking about?" she asked as she looked back down at Minerva.

"There are many restless spirits who need comforting." Aaron replied with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Clara hesitated, there had been rumors among the beings of the woods that Aaron possessed the power to banish spirits from the woods to any place of his choosing and that he could even bring them back if he so chose. For the most part no one believed the stories mostly because he had never done it and he rarely had come into the woods until the woman appeared. There were also rumors that he was the lord of the woods because he died here while owning them. Again it was just conjecture. But there was something in Aaron's eyes and voice that gave Clara pause, Aaron had always been a strong man and one that few people cared to cross but this was different. Even so, Clara decided to push her luck.

"Minerva!" she called softly. "Stand up."

Minerva looked in the direction of the voice and unable to help herself tried to stand.

Aaron looked at Clara with eyes filled with anger and hatred and spoke the words that banished her to Gettysburg never to return to his woods.

As he said the words, Clara's hold over Minerva weakened. As she disappeared, Clara had a look of utter shock, horror and amazement on her face.

Where in the hell was Dwight? Aaron wondered. He summoned the soldier and sent him to look for Dwight.

"Impressive." The colonel said to Aaron.

Aaron stared at him and then spoke, "call her name again and you're next. Remember that I know where your men are or would you prefer Shiloh?" Aaron asked.

"You're bluffing!" Wilcox said.

"Am I? tell me then, what happened to my bitch of a wife?" Aaron asked.

Wilcox had no answer to the question and wasn't sure that he wanted to know. The one thing that he did know was that if Minerva got out of the woods she probably wouldn't come back unless...

Wilcox vanished leaving Aaron alone with Minerva. Aaron got a funny feeling in his gut, the ghost was up to no good.

Sadie sat watching but not saying anything. To her the answer was as plain as day but then Aaron was a man and men sometimes missed what was right in front of them. But to be fair, he had more pressing matters to attend to but she couldn't actively help him. She could drop hints, give little nudges and hope that he caught on but that was all that she could do. To do more was a violation of the rules and she had no desire to be punished for breaking the rules no matter who it was for.

****

Dwight kept walking, he almost changed directions several times finding it hard to believe that Minerva had come this way. He stopped long enough to pull out a flashlight and to take a sip of water. As he was putting the water back in the bag, he saw the first piece of bright pink yarn. He took off at a brisk walk, stopping every few yards to check for another piece of yarn. He found a second piece of yarn a few minutes later and began to call Minerva's name again.

"Minerva!" he called. It no longer mattered that he used her name, every spirit and being in the woods now knew it.

"Minerva!" Dwight called again.

*****

Minerva didn't answer at first, she thought that she was hearing voices again but this one sounded familiar. Dwight.

Minerva started screaming as loud as she could and didn't stop until Dwight found her. She was so relieved to see him that she forgot about her wrist and tried to use it to get up.

"Whoa, let me see what the damage is." Dwight said after kissing her much to Aaron's displeasure.

"It looks like you sprained your ankle and broke your wrist. Did you hit your head or anything? Do you hurt anywhere else?" Dwight asked as he felt her uninjured arm and leg.

"No, and I am so glad to see you!" Minerva said now close to tears.

"Ditto but I'm afraid that we're going to be camping here tonight" Dwight said as he took the medical supplies from the bag. He gave her four Tylenol and a sip of water to wash them down with.

"How did you know to look for me?" she asked.

"I kept calling you and when you didn't call me back by two I got worried and drove to your house. Your car was there but you weren't and I could see your phone on the counter." Dwight said as he wrapped her ankle. "I still had the keys to your house and let myself in thinking that maybe you had fallen in the shower or something. The only option left was the woods. How long have you been out here?" he asked.

"I left before lunch, so for a long time." Minerva replied.

"I grabbed some snacks from your kitchen so we won't starve and I grabbed a blanket too so we won't freeze. Let me splint your wrist and I'll make a fire." Dwight said.

"Oooh, did you happen to bring marshmallows" Minerva teased.

Dwight laughed, "oops didn't think about that. Sorry." He liked that she was able to laugh even though she had spent the day hurt in the woods, had it been Beth, he would have had to knock her out to stop her crying and caterwauling.

"Ok love, this is going to hurt but I have to splint your wrist." Dwight said.

Minerva nodded and took a deep breath and nodded. She bit back a scream as Dwight splinted and wrapped her wrist.

"It's done." Dwight said as he hugged her, "you're one tough cookie." he added as he kissed her.

As grateful as he was for Dwight's appearance, Aaron was angry. He was angry that he couldn't physically help her as Dwight had just done and his jealousy at Dwight's being able to touch Minerva so effortlessly rose. Along with the anger, there was a feeling of immense pride, he didn't know exactly what the phrase "one tough cookie" meant but he got the gist of it. Dwight was right, Minerva was some kind of woman. 

It didn't escape Aaron that Dwight seemed to be very knowledgeable about field medicine and that he had good survival skills. He watched as Dwight built a fire with ease and found himself quite impressed with him in spite of being angry. Minerva was just as impressed.

"Where'd you learn all of this stuff?" she asked.

"I grew up around these woods, we used to camp out and hunt here." Dwight replied.

"Were you military?" Minerva asked.

"A lifetime ago I was. " Dwight replied as he tucked the blanket around Minerva. "You should get some sleep, I'm not going anywhere." 

" I will soon, so what branch of the military were you in?" she asked.

"Special forces, now sleep." Dwight urged.

Minerva sensed that Dwight didn't really want to talk about his military career and changed the subject.

Aaron wondered what the special forces was and found that he wasn't surprised that Dwight had been in some branch of the military, it explained his ease in the woods and his skills.

Soon Minerva could barely keep her eyes open but she wanted Dwight closer to her.

"Dwight, will you hold me?" she asked.

Dwight didn't hesitate in complying with her request. He got under the blanket with her and carefully pulled her into his arms. Minerva was asleep and snoring softly in minutes. Dwight tried to stay awake but couldn't, he had been up since six and he had been wandering the woods looking for Minerva for hours. He assumed that it was all of those things combined that made him so sleepy plus the fact that Minerva felt so good in his arms.

When Aaron left, Dwight had been awake and talking with Minerva. Aaron figured that Dwight might fall asleep but he thought that he would have at least an hour to make himself known in the woods. The fact was, Dwight was asleep within ten minutes of Aaron's departure. As soon as he was asleep, a female spirit approached Dwight and Minerva but it was Minerva that she was interested in.

"Minerva." she whispered. "You won't be able to stay away from us, when you are better come back but don't let Aaron or the man with you know. We will see you soon." and then she was gone.

Sadie appeared just as the female spirit vanished and kicked herself, she should have stayed put. The spirit was named Millicent and at one time had been a friend and ally. Now she roamed the woods and stirred up trouble wherever and whenever she could. Sadie looked at the sleeping couple and frowned, the man's sleep wasn't a natural one but the woman's was which meant at least to Sadie that the woman was the target.

Sadie looked around and then back at Minerva, it was taboo to interfere with another witch but Millicent had just interfered with the order of things giving the Colonel an unfair advantage. Sadie wondered where Aaron had gone that the couple was left unguarded but then he hadn't planned on the appearance of Millicent and he had never really believed in witches and other things of the supernatural world.

"Sadie?" Aaron called from behind her.

"Mr. Aaron, Millicent was here and made the man sleep, what she did to your woman I don't know." Sadie said giving Aaron an anxious look.

"Millicent? Who in the hell is Millicent?" Aaron asked as he looked down at Minerva.

"A very bad witch." Sadie replied.

"Oh fuck!" Aaron exclaimed, "There really are witches?" he asked.

"Yes sir, I'm a witch as well. I'll try to see what Millie did but even if I do, I may not be able to undo it." Sadie replied.

"The male, is he alright?" Aaron asked.

"He is fine, he wasn't the target." Sadie said as she closed her eyes and held her hands over Minerva. Several minutes later, she gave up. "I don't know what she did or said to her, it's blocked." Sadie said regretfully.

"Is she harmed in anyway? Can you tell that much?" 

"She isn't harmed that much I know but I wonder why she didn't touch the male?" 

It was a good question and one that Aaron was asking himself.

****

Millicent, Oliver and Colonel Wilcox watched from a distance.

"So why didn't you take him?" Oliver asked. He was angry that Clara had been banished but not so angry that he wanted to be banished with her.

"I can wait." Millicent replied. "I prefer to play with my prey and besides, when she comes back he'll come looking for her." she added.

Both ghosts shuddered, they had heard the stories about Millicent and in many ways were more afraid of her than they were of Aaron. Aaron for the most part could be reasoned with, even now if they were to swear to leave the woman alone, he would give them a reprieve after making sure that they understood that the next time there would be no reprieve.

The three of them vanished from where they stood and went to another part of the woods to talk. The confederate soldier stood behind them listening and then vanished when he thought that he had heard enough.

Millicent laughed, "Idiot! He'll go right to Aaron and tell him what he heard."

****

"Sir, I heard them talking. They say that they're going to leave the woman alone and that Millicent is going to release the spell." The soldier reported after giving Aaron a hasty salute.

"She's lying." Sadie said. "She knew that you were there and that you would come back and tell what you heard."

"I agree." Aaron said.

"Mr. Aaron, you cannot allow her to come into these woods again." Sadie said.

Aaron had already thought of that and he had to figure out a way to make that happen but his priority at the moment was keeping her and now the male safe so that they could get Minerva back to the house.

Dwight woke up close to dawn and shook his head. He rarely if ever slept so deeply especially when he was camping out in the woods. The fire had burned out and the morning was chilly, he thought about getting up and rebuilding it and changed his mind. He was very comfortable where he was and Minerva was still sleeping pressed tightly into his body.

"I could get used to this." he thought to himself. There would be issues of course with the biggest one being Beth and the kids. The kids would more than likely be alright with Minerva being black but Beth definitely wouldn't be, Dwight could hear her now.




The House Ch. 05



"What are you thinking? A black woman?"

Dwight sighed realizing that he and Minerva were no where near having that conversation about where they wanted their relationship to go if anywhere. He knew what he would like to see happen but he had some hard questions to ask himself. It had taken months to finally come up with a less than civil but working agreement with Beth as far as visiting the kids went, was he willing to jeopardize that? Again, it was much too early to be thinking about that but maybe not. If he wasn't willing to risk not seeing his kids then he needed to end things with Minerva before they went any further.

Aaron watched Dwight and wondered what he was thinking so hard about. He was positive that whatever it was, Minerva was in the middle of it. For the first time, Aaron wondered about Dwight's personal life, had he been married? If so what happened to her? Were there children? He swallowed his jealousy when Dwight pulled Minerva closer and kissed her awake. He turned away not wanting to see Minerva return the kiss as he knew that she would, damn it! Those lips were his!

"So do something about it." Sadie said knowing that he would be angry.

"What the hell? Stop talking in riddles and say what you mean or shut the fuck up!" Aaron retorted.

Sadie smiled at him and shrugged, his anger meant nothing to her but was a stumbling block for him.

"You have to control your anger." she told him offering him a clue.

Aaron glared at her and walked away partly in anger and partly because he knew that she was right.

****

Minerva woke up badly needing to empty her bladder. Before Dwight found her, she would scoot over to a spot and wiggle around until she got her jeans down, urinate and wiggle around until they were up again. There was no help for it, she couldn't wait.

"Dwight, could I ask you to take a short walk?" Minerva asked hoping that he would catch the hint.

Dwight understood. He got up and walked a short distance away. While he waited for Minerva to finish, he looked around the woods. There were things here, he could feel them watching him and not all of them were friendly. He had never liked these woods and only came here with his friends to avoid being called a coward. He could now admit that he had and did believe the stories about this place and he couldn't wait to get out of here. He wasn't afraid but nervous but the nervousness was more for Minerva than himself. He had to get her out of these woods and soon. The problem was that she wouldn't be able to walk that far and even if she could it would take too long which left him only one option, he had to leave her there.

"Ok!" Minerva called out to him.

Dwight sat down next to her and took her uninjured hand in his.

"Minerva, I have to leave you here so that I can go for help." Dwight said and watched her reaction.

"I kind of figured that." Minerva replied in a matter of fact tone of voice.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." Dwight promised.

"I know, I'll be fine just be careful."

"You know," Dwight said. "You're one hell of a woman."

"Ok sweet talker." Minerva laughed.

"Seriously, most women would be begging not to be left alone." Dwight said as he took a drink of water before setting out.

"I didn't say that I wasn't scared." Minerva clarified. "I just know what has to happen if I'm going to get out of here so get going!" she said with mock severity.

Dwight kissed her, stood up and did a few stretches and took off in the direction of the house.

*****

"We should stop him!" The Colonel said as he, Millicent and Oliver watched Dwight run off.

"He'll be back for her and besides, don't you want her well for whatever you have planned for her?" Millicent asked.

Reluctantly, the Colonel agreed as he watched Dwight disappear into the distance.

****

Aaron sat on the ground next to Minerva watching her as she snuggled under the blanket. He liked that she wasn't afraid to admit that she was afraid but she was also facing facts, she would have done well in his time. Once she was out of the woods and safe at home, he was going to spend more time here and find out who the major players were. If they couldn't swear to leave Minerva alone, they would be banished immediately, Oliver, Wilcox and the witch were going to be among the first to go when he found them. As far as he was concerned, they had given him reason enough for banishment.

****

Minerva had just dozed off again when she heard voices approaching. 

"Minerva! I'm back!" Dwight called.

Minerva closed her eyes in relief as Dwight led a group of men carrying a stretcher over to her.

"Miss me?" he teased as Minerva hugged him.

"Not at all." she teased back kissing him.

Aaron stood by as the men helped Minerva onto the stretcher, lifted it and started back toward the house. He summoned the soldier and ordered him to take the rear.

"Alert me if anyone or anything impedes their progress." he said as he moved to the front of the group.

Dwight walked along side of the stretcher holding Minerva's good hand. The closer he got to the house, the better he felt. When Minerva was taken care of and feeling better, he was going to talk to her about not going back into the woods, whether she would listen to him or not he didn't know but he was going to try.

An ambulance was waiting for them when they made it out of the woods. Minerva didn't want to go to the hospital but really had no choice, her wrist had to be examined and set.

"I'll meet you there." Dwight said as he kissed her. As he drove to the hospital, he realized that he had kissed her a number of times in front of the rescue team. He experienced a brief moment of anxiety but that was because a couple of the guys' wives were friends with Beth. He sighed and braced himself for the phone call that he knew that he would be receiving in the next few days.

"Spent the night in the Richard's woods did ya?" The doctor asked as he examined Minerva.

Minerva winced as he prodded her ankle.

"Yes and I have no plans for a repeat stay." Minerva replied meaning it.

"Don't blame you, they say that the woods are haunted." He said as he rewrapped her ankle. "Dwight did a good job of splinting and wrapping." he said changing the subject. "The ankle is sprained so stay off of it for a few days, the wrist as you know is fractured but you won't need surgery. You'll need to wear a cast for several weeks but you'll be fine."

Dwight held Minerva's hand as the doctor removed the splint after giving her morphine for pain. As the morphine took effect, Minerva heard a voice.

"Don't forget to come back when you're better."

Two hours later, Dwight was driving Minerva home to pack a bag. He had managed to convince her to stay with him at least until she was able to walk. Since she couldn't do the stairs, Minerva was at Dwight's mercy as to what he packed.

To her surprise, he did well choosing sweats and tops with sleeves big enough to go over her cast. It was with the underclothes that he went crazy. He packed several pair of the crotch less panties with the matching bras, he did have the presence of mind to pack "normal" under things as well. After he packed the clothes, he went into the bathroom to gather the list of things that Minerva told him that she needed. 

He couldn't find one item and decided to look inside of the bedside table. His eyes widened when he saw the variety of toys in the drawer.

"Hot damn!" he whispered as he picked out a few of the toys that looked like her favorites and tossed them into the bag. He had tried to get Beth interested in trying different things including toys to spice up their boring sex life but she had always refused going so far as to call him a pervert. After that, their sex life went from boring to almost nil, if they had sex once a month, Dwight considered himself lucky. He prided himself on the fact that he never stepped out on his wife and it wasn't because there wasn't plenty of opportunity, he took his marriage vows seriously.

Dwight looked in the bathroom one more time for the missing item, a bottle of cream and found it in the shower. When he made it back downstairs, Minerva was fast asleep on the couch.

****

Aaron watched Dwight pack for Minerva, he was doing fairly well until Dwight began to pack her under things. He barely controlled his anger when Dwight found the toys in the drawer and packed a few of them. The bastard was going to use them on her he realized. Aaron stomped out of the room to collect himself. The fact of the matter was that as much as he hated the fact that Minerva was going to be staying with Dwight, it was for the best. It would give him a few days to deal with Wilcox, Oliver and the witch. He forced the thought of Dwight and Minerva in bed together out of his mind, it only served to anger him and he couldn't focus on the problem at hand if he was angry.

Aaron stayed in the bedroom not wanting to see Dwight and Minerva leaving, had he watched, he would have seen three apparitions standing along the line separating the safety zone from the woods.

****

"She's leaving!!" Oliver exclaimed.

"I told you that we should have taken her!" Colonel Wilcox said angrily.

Millicent looked at him in disgust.

"You are such a fool." she said quietly. "It's no wonder that your men were slaughtered." she said effectively shutting him up. "He was ready for us, we wouldn't have stood a chance had we tried to take her then. Now all we have to do it wait, she'll be back because she won't be able to stay away."

The three apparitions vanished just before Aaron decided to look out of the window leaving no evidence that they had been there.



The House Ch. 05



When we pull into the driveway, the only vehicle around still is Melody's. But, I know she left with Tina to her rehearsal tonight and I also know that Jenny is at rehearsal as well. The sun is just setting and the sky is full of brilliant orange and pink hues. As I shut the car off, I look over at Courtney; I had no idea fast cars and loud engines got her as excited as they do. I'm glad for it, though; Jenny's always telling me to slow down so Courtney may be my small outlet for fast driving and loud music. Sure, I do that on my own, but it's nice to have someone to share it with. 

With a grin, I open my door and Courtney does the same. She gets out first, so I watch her beautiful ass as she's bent slightly before standing up. Fuck, she's got a beautiful ass; just like the rest of the women in our family. She shuts her door and I lock it from the inside and then get out. Once I'm out of the car I find Courtney walking towards the front door of the house slowly; she looks over her shoulder at me invitingly so I quickly shut and lock the driver's side door and chase her to the door. 

She beats me there and turns to face me, leaning against the white, painted door, her breasts heaving up and down and she breathes deeply with a playful smile on her face. Her tight Nirvana shirt lifts, exposing her belly with each excited breath she takes. I step up, lace my fingers in hers and then pin both of her hands above her head, against the door. Planting my mouth against hers, our tongues meet in a hungry dance, wrestling for the upper hand. I attack her neck with my lips and tongue, licking, kissing and sucking on her soft skin. She gasps and giggles at the attention. Letting go of her hands I maul her T-shirt-covered-tits and she moans loudly. Then she wraps her arms around the back of my neck and jumps up to wrap her legs around my waist. My keys are hooked on my finger, resting against the back of my hand while I squeeze and massage her full breasts. With her ass in my left hand I fumble with my keys until I find the one for the front door. As soon as I find it, I shove it into the keyhole and return my attention to her soft lips as I unlock the door. 

Once we finally stumble through the door, I kick the door shut and carry her to her new room. It's the one rule Jenny has; she doesn't want me fucking Courtney in our bed, not without her involved at least. God, I love my girlfriend; I better marry her before she gets away. 

When I feel my knees connect with the side of the bed, I drop her onto the soft, springy mattress and marvel at the way her tits bounce before resting in place, jutting out from her chest, trying to escape. I hold up a finger to her and then retreat to the door and shut it. I don't want to be interrupted in case rehearsal lets out early and the girls come home. We have a rule not to enter a room when the door is shut; not without prior invitation or knocking first. Living in a house full of girls comes with rules, but they're not unreasonable. 

Returning to the bed, the hungry look is still in her eyes. She sits up and attacks my pants before I can react; they fall to the floor, pooling at my feet. I step out and kick them away and then she removes my boxers, revealing my half-hard cock. She looks up at me wide-eyed and then grins happily before taking it in her dainty hand. She lifts my rod up and licks me from base, just above my balls, to tip. When she reaches the crown, she swirls her tongue around it a few times before wrapping it up in her lips. She then sinks her mouth slowly down my rod, swallowing me inch by inch. My head falls back as her hot mouth continues down my length while her tongue slides back and forth along the bottom of my shaft. I had no idea she could suck cock so well considering I've mostly known her to be a lesbian.

She cups my balls in her hand and then pulls her head back towards the tip of my cock just as slow as when she impaled her mouth with my spear. She lightly drags the back of her fingernails across the skin of my sack; I have to concentrate to keep from blowing my load in her face right then. Despite the fact I'm used to fucking on a daily basis, we've been building up the sexual tension between us for the past few hours that I'm sure I'll lose it sooner rather than later. 

"Fuck," I whisper as I look back down at her again; her brilliant blue eyes staring up at mine as she slowly begins to bob her head up and down my schlong. "So good," I add and she pulls off my cock, jerking me slowly with her free hand to catch her breath.

"You're not close are you?" she asks. 

"Closer than I thought I'd be," I confess.

She grins. "That's fine; just tell me when you're going to cum. After you blow your first load, I'll find a way to keep you hard so you can fuck my brains out. How does that sound?"

I gawk at her for a moment and then nod. "That sounds fucking amazing," I reply.

"Good," she says and then attacks my cock with her mouth again, but a little more aggressively. 

When the tip of my cock touches the back of her throat, my hand instinctively grabs the back of her head and I begin to slowly fuck her mouth. She moans as she bobs her head in time with my thrusts. It's not long before I'm announcing my impending explosion, and it's not a small one. After all the teasing, playing and random moments of minor foreplay we've been doing all afternoon, a lot has built up in my balls. She swallows hard and fast as I fill her mouth with my spunk. When I'm finally spent, she licks me clean after swallowing every drop.

I stare down at her amazed and she grins back at me bashfully. "What?"

"I never expected this from you," I tell her.

"Why, because I'm a total dyke or something?" she asks.

"I...uh...no...I mean..."

She giggles. "I'm teasing you. I haven't experienced a lot of cocks; in fact, Trevor was the first one I'd had in years."

I pull her up to her feet and kiss her passionately, tasting some residue of my cum on her tongue. The taste of it reminds me of what she'd just done for me, therefore making it a major turn-on. I attack her Nirvana shirt and pull it off of her, only breaking our kiss enough to toss it away somewhere behind me. I reach behind her back and unclasp her simple, black bra and discard that as well. Her breasts, so similar in size and shape to Tina's, now free, I maul them, sucking one as if trying to procure juices from it while squeezing the other tightly in my hand. Her hands press my face tighter against the breast I'm sucking on, so I know she's enjoying it. I switch to the other tit and continue to drive her wild as her fingernails dig into the back of my head. 

Coming up for air, I drop to my knees and unbutton her jeans, pealing the skin-tight fabric from her hips and legs. When I finally get them off of her, I remove her black panties and then go to eat her out. 

"Just fuck me, Tim," she requests. "I'm sopping wet from all the racing around this afternoon; I just need you inside me now."

I'm not one to argue with a horny girl, so I grab my still hard cock and make to plunge deep inside her, but she crawls away playfully, so, I chase her further up onto the bed. I tackle her at the head of the bed and then turn her over onto her back. She spreads her legs wide and I lay on top of her, locking my mouth onto hers; our tongues dance and wrestle relentlessly. She reaches down and grabs my rigid cock and then pulls it to her fuck hole. Together we slowly work me into her tight cunt. Her pussy expands to allow my thickness into her; she's so fucking hot, I swear I'm getting third degree burns. But she's oh so wet; she wasn't kidding about the cars and racing around turning her on. She's so slick it's only her tightness slowing me down. 

It's not long before I'm sheathed inside her to the hilt. I pull back about halfway and then plunge back into her slowly. The look in her eyes encourages me to pick up the pace, so I work my way into a faster, stronger ramming. She wraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles together to give herself leverage enough to slam her pelvis against mine. All that can be heard is the sound of skin slapping against skin and the combined sounds of our grunts and moans. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum," Courtney says after a few short minutes. "Faster, Tim, faster," she encourages me like we're back in my car again; she really does like things fast. 

I jackhammer my cock into her pussy until I feel her body stiffen as she holds her body tight into mine. She shudders and shakes as I lay on top of her, holding my cock deep inside her as she rides out her orgasm. After a minute she exhales as if she'd been holding her breath for hours and then kisses my neck. 

"That was amazing, Tim," she thanks me in a whisper.

"There's more where that came from. I'm not done with you yet," I promise her.

"Good," she says and then kisses me deeply. "Take me from behind?" she asks with a little pout.

"I thought you'd never ask," I grin at her and then slowly pull out of her. 

"Fuck, I feel so empty without you inside me," she giggles. "Hurry and fill me up again."

"Ask and you shall receive," I say and back away so she can get on all fours in front of me. 

She arches her back, spreading her ass cheeks for me. Before I re-enter her, though, I lower my mouth to her pussy and begin to eat her out from behind, nudging her ass hole with my nose as I do. In a matter of seconds she's rocking her body back into my face. She's still dripping wet, but I simply wanted a taste and I have to say... she's delicious. It's a flavor hard to describe but something I can only compare to ambrosia, the nectar of the gods. 

After getting my fill of her juices, I sidle in behind her, take hold of my shaft and line it up with her hole. I slide in quickly, slipping in through her folds as if it's where I belong; and right now it is. I slide in and out of her, pushing on her hips as I pull my hips back and pulling back on them as I thrust forward. Soon we build up a nice, strong rhythm and my cock has her howling away. She announces she's going to cum again and suddenly my rod is dripping with her overflowing juices. I pull back a little farther and slip out of her pussy, and as I thrust forward my cock presses against her puckered ass and the head slips inside.

I freeze for a second but she looks back at me and growls, "Shove it in there!"

I push forward and slowly slide into her hot, tight ass. If I thought her pussy was hot and tight, it's nothing compared to her beautiful ass. As I begin to build a rhythm again, she reaches back and rubs her clit with her own hand. I notice beads of sweat appear on her back as I pound her ass mercilessly. I can feel myself begin to perspire as well as we work ourselves into a frenzy. Then it finally happens; my balls tighten up and my seed spews out of my cock, blasting her bowels with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum. She screams out as a second orgasm rakes through her body. I keep pounding into her ass until she collapses and I fall on top of her, my dick popping out on the way. 

I roll off of her, gasping for air and she rolls towards me, cuddling up to me with her head on my shoulder. 

"Damn, that was good," she says.

I nod, still unable to speak. 

"I think I'm going to take a shower," she says and then rolls out of the bed. "Care to join me?" she asks, looking over her shoulder at the bedroom door.

"I'll be right there," I tell her. "Let me recover," I chuckle.

"Don't take too long," she says with a wink and then leaves the room stark naked. 

My ringtone begins to play from within the pocket of the pants I left on the floor. I drag myself out of the bed and retrieve it to find Jenny is calling.

"Hey, babe," I answer.

"You sound tired and satisfied. How was it?" she teases.

"Incredible. I think you'll like her, too," I answer her honestly.

"Hopefully not better than me," she voices concern.

"Never, love. As much as I love my cousin and enjoyed fucking her, I still love you most. I can't wait for you to enjoy her as well," I tell her.

"Good. So, some of us, including Melody and Tina, are going out to dinner and then maybe drinks. So, you and Courtney have the house to yourselves for most of the night," she informs me.

"Really? I was hoping to see you soon," I express my disappointment, though I'm also looking forward to more privacy with just Courtney as well.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I'll try to get home as soon as possible, but I already agreed to drinks later," she says. "You guys could join us!"

I think about it for a minute. "That could be fun. I'll run it past Courtney and see what she says. Text me where you plan on going and I'll let you know if we're up to getting out of the house."

"Sounds good," she says. "I love you," she emphasizes. 

"I love you too, babe," I say and then she hangs up. 

Feeling a bit more revitalized after being forced to my feet again, I join Courtney in the bathroom where she's already soaking under the hot water of the shower. I pull the curtain aside and step into the steaming hot shower. When I see the water cascading down her perfect, naked body, my cock surprisingly begins to stir again. This lovely cousin of mine must have magical powers that send Viagra straight into my cock without having to take the little blue pill. 

I step up behind her as she lathers up her body with Jenny's lavender scented body wash. That really begins to mess with my head. I love the smell of Jenny's body wash, mostly just because it's the scent I associate with her now, but to smell it while seeing my sex goddess of a cousin is really throwing me for a loop. That doesn't mean it's not a turn-on, though. I run my hands over her slick body, paying special attention to her large breasts as I kiss her neck. She groans appreciatively and grinds her ass into my hardening cock. 

She turns around and lathers up her tits with the slick body wash again. "Since I'm nice and slippery, let's try something else," she suggests and then drops to her knees and wraps my cock up in her perfect tits. 

Courtney rises up and down my steely cock, the head poking out of the top as she lowers herself down. She tips her head forward and sucks the head into her mouth as it pokes out from the top of her tits. 

"I want you to cum for me this way, Tim," she tells me. "We have all night to fuck in any position we want. We'll even bring Jenny in later," she says and her suggestions of later sessions are driving me wild. "You like how my tits feel on your big, hard cock? Yeah you do. Fuck my tits, cousin," she begs and I join in the effort to bring about my climax. "That's it, Tim, fuck my pretty tits. They're so big and soft, aren't they, Tim? And they're all slippery with your girlfriend's body wash. Are you picturing me and her together later?" 

I wasn't but I am now, and the sight of them making out naked on my bed is enough to bring about my next climax. But, I will myself to hold back and then pull her to stand up. She looks at me confused until I grab her ass and lift her off of her feet. As she wraps her legs around my waist, she grabs my cock and guides it back into her cunt, sliding down its length until I can't get any deeper inside of her. I then turn and pin her against the tile wall and she laughs excitedly as I allow my lust for her to take over. I begin to piston my cock in and out of her tight pussy roughly, grunting with each thrust. 

"That's it, cousin. Fuck me, fuck my pussy!" her dirty talk pushes me over the edge and I pick up the pace, feeling that all too familiar sensation in my cock announcing its climax. "Cum for me, baby!" she begins to scream. "Fill me up with your cum!"

I can't hold back any longer. I explode deep into her womb, cumming harder than I had earlier in her bedroom. My legs shake and nearly give out from the powerful explosion from my cock. Sensing my weak legs, Courtney lowers her own incase I lose my grip. But I lean into her, breathing deeply into the crook of her neck. She strokes the back of my hair lovingly, kissing my ear and cheek as she does. 

"That was so good, Tim," she whispers. "Kiss me?" she requests; who am I to deny her.

The kiss is soft and sweet; a perfect ending to our afternoon tryst. After I finally pull out of her, she does what she can to empty her pussy of my seed and wash it down the drain and then she turns to wash my body and I return the favor a couple minutes later. After, we finish up in the shower and dry off, we get dressed and I order us a pizza while we relax, cuddled up on the couch in the living room. 

"Thanks for a wonderful date today, Tim," she says with her head resting on my shoulder. 

"I should be thanking you," I chuckle.

She giggles and says, "Let's just consider each other grateful for a wonderful time together," she says and then gets unusually quiet for a moment. "Are you sure Jenny was okay with this?" she asks concerned.

"Court," I say, cutting her name short. "If she wasn't, it wouldn't have happened. I don't cheat. Our relationship is pretty solid, even if open to other possibilities. We always communicate about it, though."

"Does she fuck other guys?" she asks.

I shake my head. "Actually, the only times she's ever mentioned interest in another sexual partner has been with another girl. And, really, it's only been amongst the four of us. She lets me know that she and Tina or she and Melody were hoping for a night or day together, and if I have any objections, like because I had plans for us already, then she reschedules with them for another time. It doesn't happen often, and usually if she's going to be with one of them, I'm with the other. It's kind of a working relationship the four of us have."

"But you're definitely paired off in actual relationships?" she asks.

"Yes, Tina and Melody are dating while me and Jenny are dating."

"So, how did it all happen with you and Jenny? Hell, how did you and Tina happen?" she asks me.

"I guess it's time for the full story," I say and then give her every detail she wants of how Tina and I discovered our deeper love for each other and then how Jenny coerced me into a date with her after catching me, Tina and Melody in the theater. Of course, the actual date, when it finally happened, was anything but coerced and Jenny and I fell pretty hard for each other. When it all finally came out with Tina and Melody, it was pretty emotional, but it made things easier when Tina and Melody confessed that they were in love with each other as well. 

"Wow," Courtney says. "That's a crazy, but awesome and pretty sexy story," she says. "It's almost got me wet again," she adds.

I chuckle. "I think I'm still pretty sensitive, Courtney. I think he needs a little break," I tell her.

"I'm pretty sensitive, too, but in a different way," she says, almost begging me for something.

Just then my cell phone chirps with a text message. "Oh yeah," I say when I read the text. "I forgot that Jenny said that she and the girls were going out with their theater friends for drinks after dinner, but we're welcome to join them if we're up to going out," I tell her. "What do you think?"

She shrugs. "It might be fun to hang out and get drinks."

"Wait, are you twenty-one yet?" I ask stupidly, knowing she's only nineteen. "Shit, you're not."

She shrugs again. "I can still hang out, and maybe you guys can slip me something in secret," she says.

I laugh. "Yeah, I'm probably not going to do that."

"Then I'll be the DD for you or something," she suggests.

I think about her suggestion and then agree. "Okay, let's go then," I say and then check the text message to see where they're going.

They chose a club that's eighteen and over; I guess not everyone on the drama team is twenty-one either. We go to our rooms and change into something more suited for the club. I put on a pair of nicer jeans and a tighter, black T-shirt from my band shirt collection. This particular one is a Theory of a Deadman T-shirt. With a pair of black Chuck Taylor Converse All-Stars, my ensemble is complete. 




The House Ch. 05



I wait in the living room for a few more minutes while Courtney gets ready when suddenly the three girls burst through the doorway, laughing and chattering excitedly.

"Oh, hey there!" Jenny says and then jumps into my arms, greeting me with a big, sloppy kiss.

I laugh as I set her back down. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We wanted to get dressed for the club. We didn't feel like our plain, old, theater clothes would be appropriate," she explains. "Where's Courtney?" she asks.

"Finishing getting ready for the club. She should be out any second," I tell her.

"Oh okay," she smiles and then kisses me again. "Did you have a fun afternoon?" she asks with a wink.

I nod with a pleased grin. "A very good afternoon that I hope carries into the night with the rest of you ladies," I tell her; Melody and Tina are already back in their room getting dressed.

"Good," she says and kisses me again.

"Oh, hey, Jenny!" Courtney says, finally joining us in the living room.

"Wow," we both say as Jenny turns to face my cousin.

Courtney is dressed in what looks like an old school uniform. She almost like she stepped out of the old Brittany Spears video for "Hit Me Baby..." Only, Courtney's skirt is shorter, and she's not wearing anything under her tied off white blouse. She does have the knee-high socks and a pair of black flats on, though. 

"Wow," Jenny says again. "You sure have grown up," she adds, stepping up to Courtney. "I think we were little kids the last time I saw you."

Courtney nods. "Yeah, we were. Not anymore, though!" she says cheerily.

"Fuck the club. Tim, you take Melody and Tina out, I'm staying home with this sexy thing," Jenny says half-jokingly.

I chuckle. "Go get dressed, love. We'll all have a good time tonight, okay?"

Jenny tears herself away and disappears down the hall, walking backwards to get as much of a look at Courtney as she can.

"I wasn't expecting that reaction," Courtney admits with a giggle.

"We weren't expecting to see you like this," I tell her.

Courtney blushes as she smiles back at me, half-embarrassed and half-flirtatious. "Do you think it'll end in a fun night for the three of us?" she asks.

"I think it'll end in a fun night for the five of us. Just you wait until Tina and Melody see you," I say, shaking my head.



The House Ch. 06



Phoebe was crying in her bed, self-doubt assailed her. She loved her newfound sexuality but her father interfered with her joy. Alone and without the house’s support, she feared the God her father had taught her about. She knew from his teachings that she had fallen from grace, that only the Virgin Mary and true virgins were received in heaven as vestal angels. A condition her father had taught her to strive for so that she would be one of the chosen in God’s eyes. Now she was a fallen woman a sinner soiled by a man’s seed that had been spilled deep inside her. Not only that but in her depravity she had accepted a woman’s lips were no one should ever touch her. To complete her anguish she knew in her heart she would return to John and Cynthia time and time again. The one saving grace was the God that her Sunday school teacher had taught her about a God so unlike her father’s vision, that they would be diametrically opposed. While her father’s god was filled with anger and vengeance her teacher’s God was one of love and acceptance of the frailties of the human spirit. These Gods warred in her mind and she prayed for guidance. Were her prayer’s answered is hard to say, but Phoebe suffered a revelation so powerful that it changed her life forever. Was the house responsible, who would know?

The revelation centered on the orgasmic bliss she enjoyed in the arms of her lovers. That human beings could have such joy could only been brought about by God’s design. This basic fact led to a completely new pathway in her understanding of life. If one accepted that God wanted the species he had created to continue then he would reward those who tried to make it happen. It wasn’t a sin to conceive but a blessing. That is why God had chosen the Virgin Mary, a human being, to be his vessel. To Phoebe this reward was now obvious and she cursed her father deeply for she was sure her biological clock had recently ticked to a stop. Children she realized were the ultimate reward, the very children she had tsked at in her ignorance. She thanked her new God and fell asleep, to sleep the sleep of the truly blessed. One who knew she had found her mission in life. 

When John awoke the following morning, it was to find his beautiful mom sleeping peacefully beside him. He watched her for a while with deep love in his heart for the woman who had given him life. He watched the rise and fall of her bosom that came with each gentle breath. He marveled at the voluptuous curve of her mouth. Her mouth that had gave him so much pleasure last night before they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. And yet his mind turned to his Phoebe, his prissy librarian, who had locked him forever to her with her passion. One was his life giving love; the other he now recognized his soul mate. Each an interlocking part of his life, he hoped they would become good friends. His mother’s luscious lips drew him to her and gently he kissed the softness that opened under his attention slowly becoming more passionate as she greeted the morning. 

With a sleep induced husky voice she said, “Good morning, my son, my lover,” immediately acknowledging their change in status and yet maintaining his importance to her; son first, lover second. He fondled a breast causing an immediate reaction in both of them. The nipple in its erectness called for his mouth and he suckled as he had so many years before. Her pussy began to run and the house noticing their awaking arousal placed sexy urges in their minds. The house didn’t bother with the scent, it knew it was unnecessary. Soon his mother rolled on top of him, her genitalia seeking his. As he thrust himself home, she moaned her pleasure and reared up so she could control their movement. With bouncing breasts, she fucked searching for climatic release enjoying the friction of skin on skin as his love tool brought her closer and closer. She slowed waiting for the warm spurt that would announce his love before taking herself over the edge, kissing him passionately as she came down off her endorphin laden high. 

Phoebe, on the other hand was walking towards the library dressed as usual in a conservative cotton dress. However, nothing could conceal that morning the sexy dome over her womb, the breadth of her pelvic girdle, the roll of her hips, the movement of her bottom and her swelling thighs as she strolled towards the library. She was the epitome of Mother Earth, proud of her loins, and although she thought she was no longer fertile, any one who looked at her would know her to be wrong. No one would mistake this woman and think her a virgin. For anyone who knew her the realization would come that their virginal librarian had metamorphosed over night into a gorgeous, sexual, sensuous woman, beauty personified. She personally thought that she had been given a second chance at life and she intended to live it to the fullest, no one especially her father, would ever again influence her except maybe John. Her mission at the library was a simple one she intended to retrieve a book she had hidden several years before thinking it unfit to be on one of her library’s shelves. 

When she entered the library, even children who knew her, flocked to her side instinctively recognizing her change. She was now a mother who would love and protect. She took time talking to each child before going to search for the book. Her lips that had so long been held thin and tight, were now full and lush as she smiled at her young friends. Finally, she found it and signed it out. In her previous life she found it disgusting, but now it would satisfy her need to know, its title simple, How to Love Your Man. She dropped it off at her home, she was having Cynthia over in the evening, well if the truth be know it was for the night and she wanted to discuss the book’s explanations with her friend. But now she wanted to see her lover. She picked up the phone and dialed 888-6969 creaming her panties when she heard her lover’s voice. After the hellos were said, she asked if it was all right if she came over. When he replied in the affirmative, she asked if there was anything he needed. He asked if she might pick up a few bars of soap. Normally she would have walked, but she was in such a hurry to see him that she hopped in her little Honda Civic and off she went in search of soap. Soap in hand she parked behind the big black Mercedes and rang the doorbell. Then not waiting for an answer with her new self-confidence she walked in.

The house recognized a new confederate. In just a few days Phoebe had changed so dramatically that now she was a fellow believer in procreation. That she had come to her beliefs following a radically different path didn’t matter. What did matter was that she now was a confederate. With a feeling of wanting to celebrate, the old house pumped massive amounts of scent into the air. Threw sexual urge around as if there was no tomorrow. Phoebe was hornier than she had ever been. Through a fog of lust, she saw her man come down the stairs closely followed by his mother. It didn’t matter, throwing caution to the wind she ran towards him dropping the bag of soap as she went. Her arms flew around his neck holding him tight. Her mouth sought his, her loins grinding against him. His hands came around her pulling her ass forward as her pelvis ground against his hard-on. His hands played with her beautiful ass in front of his mother, he didn’t care, his passionate Phoebe was in his arms. Everywhere he touched her she was on fire, her cunt hot, burning her with its need to fuck, to procreate. Through a corner of her eye she saw his mother watching them. 

Jane, also was on fire, her pussy weeping in need as she saw this epitome of womanhood sexually ravishing her son right before her eyes. She now understood what her son saw in Phoebe. Unconsciously, one hand lifted her skirt, the other grasped her naked hairy pubes, squeezing them hard, as though with the effort she could squeeze the overwhelming lust she felt right out of them. Some of her son’s cum oozed from her pussy into her squeezing hand  Part of her mind wanted to push Phoebe away so instead, she could take his big fat cock and ram it into her twat. Another part wanted to take the same fat cock and ram it into Phoebe’s cunt so she could watch this hot woman screw him, take his seed. Her body was on fire as Phoebe tore herself from her son’s embrace. All Phoebe saw was the beautiful hairy pubes covered by a squeezing hand, the cunt that had given her lover life. 

She ran to his mother and took Jane’s hand away from her pubes, replacing it with her own two fingers deeply penetrating the now humping pussy. She licked the hand that had held the pussy needing to taste the juice that had help create him. Instead, she tasted the same semen that she had stolen so carefully from Cynthia’s throbbing cunt the other day. They were fucking! It was wonderful! She wanted to watch them fuck. She could see in her imagination his pillaging cock pistoning into his mother’s juicing pussy. Phoebe pulled her fingers from her hot wet gash and tasted them before she dropped to her knees, took Jane’s naked buttocks into her hands, and with questing tongue took juice and semen from the cunt that had given her lover birth. Jane felt the ghosts of orgasm begin to build as Phoebe searched her pussy for more of her son’s and her commingled mix. As the misty ghosts of orgasm began to coalesce, Phoebe suddenly pulled her mouth away, looking up Jane’s body she gasped. “Not yet, the bed, hurry! As Jane whirled to run up the stairs, Phoebe regained her feet, turned to her lover and once again kissed him strongly, giving him his own taste back freshly taken from his mother’s cunt. “You too, the bed!” she managed to groan out before turning and running up the stairs, John right behind her. They passed his mother’s skirt that she had torn from her body and then her bra. Phoebe had a quick glimpse of her naked ass as Jane turned down the third floor hallway. She too was fumbling at the buttons in the front of her dress so that it fell from her shoulders, leaving a pool of color on the hallway floor, as she followed Jane into the bedroom, clad in thong and demi-bra. The only reason she had worn panties that morning was because she had been leaking juice from her pussy all morning and hadn’t wanted to go to the library with juice running down her legs. 

Jane was waiting for her on the edge of the bed. Phoebe wiggled her ass as she pulled the thong down her thighs and away from her cunt. Long strings of her mucilaginous juices stretched from her panties, clinging to her matted wet pussy hair, not breaking until her panties where almost to her knees. Jane had carefully positioned her ass, so when Phoebe went to her knees she had full access to her lusting pussy. She was wet, hot, wanting, as Phoebe’s tongue penetrated her sending the specter of orgasm racing through her womb. The womb Phoebe now worshiped, because it had produced her lover along with four others. Phoebe believed that the ultimate sexuality for a woman was to make babies. She suckled on Jane’s sticky juices, feeding her lust on the nectar taken from Jane’s flower of love. Pre orgasmic quakes shivered through Jane’s body signaling her approaching orgasm. Phoebe’s mouth released its hold on her genitalia and she turned her face contorted with passion. “ Fuck her!” she screamed at her now naked lover, “Fuck her! 

Phoebe moved quickly out of his way, and she watched his wonderful big fat cock slam into his mother’s hairy gash, tearing her bra from her body as she did. All it took was three heaves of her son’s body, slamming his prick deep into her gapping gash. The ball of fire, so enlarged by Phoebe’s tongue, exploded in her belly, burning her tits with its intensity, while she screamed her throat raw, her hips thrashing under him, just as Phoebe had planned. Phoebe, so impassioned by the sight of her lover’s cock bringing his mother orgasmic bliss that she grabbed him by his shoulders, before he could reach completion and yanked him from his mother’s orgasmic grip. Throwing him to the floor she pushed Jane’s shivering body to one side taking its place with her own. With legs held wide, cunt gapping swollen and ready with her juices she yelled, “Now me, hurry, fuck me.” He regained his feet, his cock swollen and red, shiny wet, coated with his mother’s cum. He threw himself at her, his cunt seeking cock, like a heat- seeking missile penetrated her heat spreading her cunt lips wide, bottoming against her cervix. Her abdomen and ass threw her hairy slit at him. She realized his mom’s cum was now deep in her own cunt helping grease his cock’s way. It was so deliciously wicked thinking his mother was helping her fuck him. Tits forgotten as cunt and cock furiously fucked. Suddenly she exploded into orgasmic bliss her strong thighs quivering in reaction as another orgasmic quake exploded in her belly radiating outward as a third explosion racked her already storm tossed body sending bolts of lighting to her tits. She felt his cream splash her cervix while she kissed him passionately thanking him with her mouth for her first multi-orgasmic climax. 

No one knew that deep in her uterus a tiny single cell structure waited for a missile of its own as her cervix dipped and drank from his pool of cum. Millions of tiny swimmers raced into her uterus each determined to win the prize. One strong swimmer particularly adept butted its head against the cell and gained entry only to be almost instantly torn in two. Whether it was an answer to prayer, a quirk of fate, or the old house, would never be known, but Phoebe had been granted her wish, twins. John’s mother recovered from her own orgasmic pleasure began to kiss them both while the three of them intertwined seeking comfort and love in the mesh of their warm bodies. The lethargic interlude of post coital bliss sent them to sleep in each other’s arms. 

Late in the afternoon, John awoke still in the soft embrace of the two women he loves most in the world. Once again he watched his sleeping beauties, the rise and fall of chests, the sensuous curve of lips, the flutter of eye lids, the way their hair caressed their faces. He wondered whose soft lips he wanted to kiss awake first and while he tried to make up his mind they awoke and kissed him first. Then they kissed each other in a long slow exploratory kiss, touching each other’s bodies. The touches partially to make sure that each was accepting of the other and partially to bring each other pleasure. Their continued kisses led to the fondling of each other’s breasts and buttocks. As the kisses went on, hands delved between acquiescent thighs, checking for moisture and the level of each other’s arousal. As they played, Phoebe whispered in Jane’s ear, “Do you want to do him first?” 

Jane squirmed around until she could whisper in Phoebe’s ear, “No, I think we should be a team and do him together. You take his cock, I’ll take his mouth.” They rolled John onto his back and straddled him facing each other. First they simply rubbed their wet hairy pussies over his body, bringing him pleasure with their warmth and wetness. Their sexual scent strong and musky arousing him, his cock standing tall and proud. But as their own arousal grew, they mounted him, Phoebe, with his cock deep inside of her, his mother on his mouth, his tongue playing with her labia and clit. It was a slow sensual loving and John remembered, it was only this morning that he had been worried as to whether they would get along or not. Their hips rolled their cunts over his tongue and cock, each enjoying the appropriate part, while their juices flowed over balls and tongue. Their movements more assertive as tentacles of orgasm gripped their loins, more frantic as the grip tightened into the familiar ball of growing fire. Each now searched for the trigger that would send them into orgasmic seizure. Each watched the others’ face grimace in passion until in unison they cried out their passionate release. Phoebe once more took his hot seed onto her body. 

Satiated they got up and dressed searching for miscellaneous pieces of clothing that were scattered throughout the house. Jane asked Phoebe to stay for dinner and the night but Phoebe declined explaining her prior commitment to her friend Cynthia. John ruefully remembered that he had not accomplished a thing all day, the walls still stood on the third floor. He asked Phoebe if she would ask Cynthia to round up the team of six once more. He explained his demolition project and Phoebe assured him the team would be at his doorstep by nine O’clock the next morning. After he and his mom closed the door on Phoebe’s retreating back his mom went to the kitchen to begin supper while he got on the phone and ordered one of those big garbage bins so often seen behind large stores. Assured that it would arrive tomorrow morning he finally went down stairs and moved the towels to the dryer. He knew he and his mom would want a shower before going to bed. Then he went to the kitchen to help his mom prepare their meal. While they worked his mom praised him for finding such a passionate woman and didn’t say one word about their age differences. Taking about Phoebe aroused them once more and with a little bit of help from the house, they had a nice fuck on the kitchen table before setting it for the evening meal. 

When Cynthia arrived at Phoebe’s she immediately phoned the girl’s and arranged for tomorrow’s demolition brigade not knowing the girls were going to demolish more than just walls. Then Phoebe and Cynthia read the book long into the night, often taking time out to pleasure each others pussies. Phoebe didn’t tell Cynthia that John and his mother were fucking, figuring it they wanted Cynthia to know they’d soon tell her. She knew John had enjoyed Cynthia’s pussy and was sure he would like a repeat performance. 

The house groaned in happiness liking how events where shaping up for tomorrow, sure they had the potential for procreation.



The House Ch. 06



Dwight helped Minerva into the house and into the bedroom before getting her things from the car. He glanced at the answering machine and saw it blinking furiously. He knew who it was even before he looked at the caller ID. Beth.

The guys from the rescue team had wasted no time in telling their wives about Minerva who in turn wasted no time in calling Beth. He gave very brief thought to calling her back and decided against it, talking to Beth when he was tired, dirty and hungry was never a good idea as it would escalate into a screaming match. Dwight pushed the volume button until there would be no sound if the phone rang and he was certain that it would ring several times before the night was over. By morning there would be several messages from Beth asking and then demanding that he call her back.

Dwight carried Minerva's bag into the bedroom and found her sound asleep but restless. His first thought was that she was dreaming about what happened, but then, he wasn't so sure but he didn't know why. Dwight was tempted to wake her up but decided not to. He covered her up and went to take a shower, as he stripped out of his dirty, sweaty clothes and found himself glad that he had stayed in shape otherwise he couldn't have gotten help for her as quickly as he did. He was equally as glad that they were out of the woods, it wasn't a safe place for either of them, again he didn't know why he thought that.

Minerva was still asleep when Dwight came out of the shower; he dimmed the lights and put on a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt before going to the kitchen to make sandwiches for them. He glanced at the answering machine and then at the caller ID. Beth had called three more times while he was in the shower, he could only imagine her tone. With a sigh, he called her back.

"Dwight? Why didn't you answer the phone?" Beth asked clearly irate.

"I was in the shower." Dwight replied as he put ice in two glasses.

"All this time?" Beth asked her tone making it clear that she didn't believe him.

"Look Beth." Dwight said irritably, "I don't owe you any explanations. I called you back so that you would stop calling. Good night." he said and hung up.

He shouldn't have called her and he should have known better. A moment later, the answering machine kicked on.

He forgot about Beth when he heard Minerva moan and then call out.

******

Minerva tried to wake up but couldn't. She tried to shut the voices out without success, there was one voice in particular that she found it particularly hard to ignore, it was the voice of a woman.

"Don't forget us." The voice said in a soft voice. After that voice spoke, there were several more all calling her name and telling her to come back to them.

The voices felt wrong to her, Minerva knew that they meant to harm her and that she shouldn't go back to the woods, but she wanted to, no, she needed to. She belonged in the woods.

*****

Dwight ran to the bedroom and called Minerva's name several times before getting into bed with her, his hunger forgotten. He hugged her tight and whispered into her ear, "Wake up!" He did this several times until Minerva slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.

"What's the matter?" she asked sleepily.

"You were dreaming." Dwight said relieved that she was awake but worried about the dream for reasons that he couldn't explain. He knew that she had to be exhausted and the morphine still had her a little groggy but something....

"Are you alright?" Minerva asked as she stretched her legs.

"I'm fine; I made us some sandwiches if you're hungry." Dwight said temporarily forgetting about his concern about the dream.

"That sounds good but I really need a shower, I must smell horrible and here I am in your nice clean bed." Minerva said as she crinkled her nose at her body odor.

"You don't smell bad, you smell like the outdoors." Dwight said kissing her cheek.

"Whatever you say but I say that I stink." Minerva replied. "So how do we do this?"

Dwight thought for a few minutes. They could take the ace wrap off of her ankle and he had an old folding chair that would work as a shower chair, the hand with the cast was going to be the problem.

"Be right back." He said as he got out of bed.

He came back a few minutes later with the folding chair, a plastic shopping bag and duct tape.

When Minerva saw the items, her eyes widened.

"Just what do you think you're going to do with those?" Minerva asked in mock seriousness.

"Oh, I don't know... I thought maybe I'd tape you the chair and have my way with you." Dwight teased.

"I see." Minerva said, "And where does the plastic bag come in?"

Dwight grinned at her, "actually, as interesting as taping you to the chair sounds, the bag is to cover your hand so that the cast doesn't get wet and the tape... well you get the idea. The chair is for you to sit in while you shower."

Minerva sat up excited by the possibility of a hot shower.

"You did bring me a nightgown didn't you?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, the red one with the crotchless panties and the black one...."

"I get it." Minerva said laughing. "Now help me up so that I can get clean."

*****

Aaron tried hard not to think about what might be happening at Dwight's house. He told himself that the main thing was that Minerva was safe at least for the time being and he couldn't let thoughts of her distract him from what needed to be done. His hope was that Minerva would be gone for several days so that he could deal with the beings that threatened her safety.

Aaron left the house and headed toward the woods. The confederate soldier was at his post and saluted when Aaron passed by. It occurred to Aaron that he didn't know the soldier's name so he turned back to ask him.

"Henry Sir." the soldier replied.

"How old were you when you died Henry?" Aaron asked.

"Nineteen, almost twenty." Henry replied.

"So young" Aaron thought as he took in Henry's appearance.

"How did you die?" Aaron asked.

"Dysentery." Henry said clearly embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed." Aaron said. "Dead is dead no matter how it happens."

Henry gave Aaron a grateful look and then a salute. Aaron returned the salute and continued on his way. Starting now he would learn to know the inhabitants of his woods, it was necessary if he was going to keep Minerva safe until she passed on.

He hadn't gone very far when he was stopped by Sadie.

"Hello Mr. Aaron." she said politely as she began to walk beside him.

"Hello Sadie." Aaron replied slowing his stride so that she could keep up.

"Is your woman alright?" she asked.

"Yes she is safe." Aaron replied.

"Good." Sadie replied and then hesitated. "Mr. Aaron it ain't that I don't want to help you but I can't, at least not in the way that you want me to. I could get into trouble for it."

Aaron didn't respond for several minutes. 

"Sadie, tell me about this Millicent. Who is she and where does she come from?"

Sadie was relieved that Aaron didn't seem to be angry anymore. She hoped that he would see the connection between his emotions and what he could and couldn't do.

"Millicent is a witch who used to be like me, a good witch that is. No one really knows when Millie started to go bad or why but it was a real slow change if you knows what I mean." Sadie said. She come from a rich family who moved to Tennessee from Louisiana before the war started and from whats I understands they didn't know what she was at first but when they found out they sent her away to some school. Whenever she was home, she would talk to me about what was happening to her and her and me got to be good friends and that be why I don't gets why I didn't see her changing." Sadie said sadly.

"What does she want with my woman?" Aaron asked and then wondered why he kept referring to Minerva in that way. He could use her name now, every ghost and being in the woods knew her name now.

"Millie? Nothin. She just likes to cause trouble, the others are another story." Sadie said.

Aaron stopped walking. 

"Sadie, if you know what they're planning or what it is that they want with Minerva, now would be a good time to tell me." Aaron said patiently.

"I...I can't." Sadie said softly.

Aaron tamped down his natural impatience and tried again.

"Is it that you can't or that you won't?" he asked as he resumed walking.

"Can't." Sadie said. "I would if I could." she assured him.

"Sadie, Wilcox and Oliver have a witch helping them plan whatever it is that they want to do with Minerva. I have you but you say that you can't help me so why are you here?" Aaron asked.

"What I said was that I can't help you the way that you want me to." Sadie said with a smile.

She noted with satisfaction that Aaron had just taken first step in being able to be with Minerva in the way that he wanted to be. He had referred to her by name and not as just "my woman" she could now give him a little more assistance.

"I can help you as I said before but I just can't tell you what you need to do. But I can tell you when you've made a step in the right direction." Sadie said.

"Damn it Sadie! If it were possible for ghosts to have a headache, I'd have one! Will you please stop with the fucking riddles?" Aaron asked.

Sadie was silent. She was trying to decide how much she could say without actually breaking the rules.

"Alright Mr. Aaron." she said finally. "There is a way that you can be with Minerva but I can't tell you the steps until after you did one. You jus did the first step, you said her name in the woods, in other words, you jus claimed her."

Aaron threw up his hands and stomped off, he abhorred games and to him that's what Sadie was doing, she was playing games.

Sadie let out a sigh and vanished, she hoped that Aaron would figure everything out before it was too late.

Aaron continued his walk stopping every ghost and being that he saw.

"My name is Aaron Richards; I am the lord of these woods and demand to know your intentions toward my woman Minerva."

If the being stated that they had no ill feelings toward Minerva, Aaron made them swear that she would never be harmed by them. If she was harmed, they would be banished to parts unknown and he wouldn't have to be present for it to happen. Everyone he met had already heard of Clara's fate and had no desire to be banished. As he talked with them, Aaron was able to find out the worst fears of whoever it was he was talking to and stored it away for future reference. He was quickly learning that he had an excellent memory and wondered what else he was capable of. 

Most of the spirits and beings that he met had no interest in Minerva other than to know that she was Aaron's and off limits to them. Those that he had spoken to previously were spreading word of his arrival and of the questions that he was asking. Another gift he found that he had was the ability to tell whether he was being lied to. 

Aaron came across a spirit who had been a nemesis in life. They had never liked each other although neither man knew why. Aaron found Carlton Wagner sitting by a tree as if he was waiting for his arrival.

"So you found yourself a human woman." Carlton said snidely.

"My name is Aaron Richards, I am lord of these woods and I demand to know your intentions toward my woman Minerva." Aaron said for what had to be the hundredth time that day.

"I don't give a fuck who or what you are!" Carlton exclaimed "But as far as your bitch goes, I won't touch her." he added.

"You lie." Aaron said firmly.

Carlton looked Aaron in the face and repeated what he said, "I said that I won't touch your bitch!"

"Maybe not you but you have someone who will do it for you." Aaron said as he decided where he was going to send the smug son of a bitch. "I hear that Vicksburg is quite the place." Aaron said smoothly.

"Vicksburg?" Carlton asked and then realization set in. The first thing was that he should have given a fuck as to whom and what Aaron was. The second thing was that the stories that had been flying around the woods about Aaron were true, he could feel the power as it radiated from him and three, he was going to Vicksburg. He knew no one there and he would become just one of thousands of spirits roaming restlessly for eternity.

Seconds later, Aaron was on his way. Sadie had reappeared beside him not speaking until he spoke first.

"What is it Sadie?" he asked impatiently.

"If you was to ask me a question, I would have to answer." she said slyly looking up at Aaron.

It took Aaron a few minutes to catch on, Sadie couldn't volunteer information but as Lord of his woods, she had to answer him.

"Do you know what they want with Minerva?" he asked.

"Yessir" Sadie replied pleased that she was able to find a way to help without technically breaking the rules.

"Who is in on this plan besides the three that we know about?" Aaron asked.

Sadie went mute.

"Did you not hear the question?" Aaron asked.

"Yessir"

Aaron finally understood, she would only answer yes or no questions.

"Are there more than the three that we know about involved?" he asked.

"Yessir" Sadie replied.

"More than ten?"

"No sir."

"Less than ten?"

"No sir."

"Do they plan to kill her?"

"No sir."

Aaron was confused, then what in the hell did they want with her?

"Do they plan to use her?"

"Y...Yessir" Sadie stammered.

"How? I mean do you know how they're going to use her?"

"Yessir." 

"Fuck it! If I demand that you tell me what you know will you?" Aaron asked angrily.

"N...no sir." Sadie replied.

"Are they planning to use her body?"

"Yes and No" Sadie replied and waited for the outburst.

"Damn it!" Aaron swore.

"Do you know where they plan to do this thing?"

"No sir."

"Do you know who the others are?"

"No sir"

"Do you know where Oliver Norton is right now?" 

"Yessir."

"Take me to him." Aaron said.

*****

Minerva thought that the shower was the best she'd ever had even though her hand was securely encased in plastic and wrapped with duct tape. The best part was that Dwight washed her hair and massaged her scalp until she was practically purring with contentment.

"You are so hired!" Minerva said as Dwight's hands went from her head to her neck and then her shoulders massaging them gently. "Your ex-wife is such a fool." Minerva murmured as she let her head fall forward.

"Yeah well, I kind of think that I was the fool in that relationship." Dwight said. I stayed way too long but there were the kids to think about." Dwight said as he helped Minerva out of the shower and dried her off.

"Was it that bad?" Minerva asked.

"Bad enough but I don't want to talk about it." Dwight said as he helped Minerva to the bed. "I found some oils at your place and brought those along too." 

"You thought of everything didn't you?" Minerva asked as Dwight poured some rose scented oil in his hands and rubbed them together to warm it before rubbing it into her skin. By the time he was finished, Minerva was completely relaxed and hungry.

Dwight rewrapped her ankle and went to get the sandwiches. While she waited, Minerva had the feeling that she was supposed to be somewhere-the woods. She could hear the voices calling to her, telling her not to forget them and to come as soon as she could because they needed her. Minerva felt light headed and lay back on the bed, she covered her ears to quiet the voices and that was how Dwight found her.

"Minerva?" he called setting down the tray.

Minerva didn't seem to hear him so he called her again.

"Minerva?" he called this time shaking her.

When she opened her eyes to look at him for just a moment they seemed dazed and unfocused. Dwight watched as her eyes cleared and she focused on his face.

"No more morphine for me." she quipped.

"You had that hours ago, you still shouldn't be affected by it." Dwight said.

Something was happening to Minerva, he could sense it and it wasn't the morphine. He would bet his life on it just as he would bet that whatever was happening to her was connected with the woods.

Minerva actually felt better after she ate but still not quite right. The urge to go to the woods was still there but diminished for the time being. She wondered why she felt the need to go to the woods and almost said something to Dwight but remembered being cautioned not to. She almost felt as if she was going crazy but not quite, it had to be the morphine she told herself and felt better.

Dwight stripped and climbed into bed next to Minerva and pulled her tight against him. She felt good against him he thought as she snuggled back against him. Once again he thought about where he wanted this to go and what it would mean as far as seeing his kids. Judging by Beth's reaction on the phone, she would try to keep the kids away from him even though he had court ordered visits. 

Whatever he was going to do, he would have to do it soon. He was falling in love with Minerva and had the feeling that she might be falling in love with him too. Minerva moaned in her sleep and then cried out "shut up!" and went silent. Dwight pulled her closer and tried to stay awake, for some reason that he didn't understand, he felt that it was important that he guard her.

*****

Aaron followed Sadie to where Oliver sat watching the water as it flowed past him. He was so deep in thought that he never heard Sadie and Aaron approach.

"My name is Aaron Richards and I am lord of these woods. I demand to know your intentions toward my woman Minerva." 

Oliver jumped up and backed away while he looked around to see if any other spirits were nearby.

"I know who you are." Oliver said with false bravado.

"What are your intentions regarding Minerva?" Aaron asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Oliver exclaimed.

"I know that you don't plan to kill her so what do you and your friends want with her?" Aaron asked taking a step toward Oliver.

Oliver got ready to vanish but Aaron stopped him with a word.

"Stay."

Oliver panicked when he literally couldn't vanish. Aaron, it appeared was much stronger than any of them had realized. Oliver wasn't the only one that noticed, Sadie and Aaron both noticed that he seemed to be getting stronger by the minute. Aaron was almost to the point where Sadie could give him another clue. Without realizing it he was gaining control over himself but he still wasn't making the connection between his emotions, his wants and his power.

Aaron circled around Oliver several times without speaking making him more nervous each time Aaron passed in front of him. Aaron looked different somehow to Oliver, it was a subtle difference but it was there, he looked more....substantial was the only word that Oliver could come up with.

"What are your intentions toward my woman Minerva?" Aaron asked for the third time.

"I don't know what they're planning, they didn't tell me." Oliver squeaked out.

"I don't believe you" Aaron said as he circled around Oliver again. "You hate me for fucking Clara even though it was well within my rights as her husband and you expect me to believe that you don't know what's happening?" Aaron asked patiently.

It was his patience that frightened Oliver more than Aaron's yelling at him. Oliver tried to vanish again but failed, he knew that he was done and tried to make a deal.

"I'll tell you what I know but you have to banish me to someplace relatively nice." Oliver said.

'You'll tell me whatever I want to know without bartering with me." Aaron said softly. "As lord of these woods, I command you to speak." Aaron said firmly.

Oliver tried to clamp his mouth closed but failed.

"Wilcox wants her to... so he can experiment with her." Oliver said.

"What kind of experiments?" Aaron asked.

"I don't know, he didn't tell me." Oliver insisted his voice quivering with fear.




The House Ch. 06



"What were you going to get out of this experiment?" Aaron asked.

"I was going to try to fuck her like you fucked my Clara." Oliver said.

"Fuck her? Just how were you going to do that? You're a damned ghost!" Aaron said incredulous.

"I don't know." Oliver admitted. "Millicent said something about a spell. I swear that's all I know!"

"Who else is in on this plan of yours?" Aaron asked as he prepared to send Oliver to Antietam.

"If I tell you, will you show me mercy?" Oliver asked.

"I'll show you as much mercy as you showed me when you shot me and left me to die, now tell me what I want to know!" Aaron demanded.

As soon as he had the names and as much information as he could get from him, Aaron banished Oliver Norton. He had joined the souls wandering around the battlefield at Antietam, many of whom he had sold inferior products to.

"Mr. Aaron? Do you understand what's happening?" Sadie asked.

"What?" Aaron asked distractedly, his mind was focused on eradicating the threat to Minerva. 

"Men." Sadie muttered as she followed Aaron through the woods.

*****

Minerva woke up disoriented. It took her a minute to realize where she was and the dull throb in her wrist reminded her of her adventure in the woods. 

"Are you alright?" Dwight asked waking up when he felt her move.

"I have to go to the bathroom and my wrist hurts but otherwise I'm fine." Minerva replied.

Dwight helped Minerva to the bathroom and gave her two of the pain pills that the doctor had prescribed. She was reluctant to take them but the pain in her wrist was beginning to escalate from a dull throb to a more insistent pain. Dwight made her eat a piece of bread before she took the pills and helped her back into bed.

Minerva was anxious and tried not to show it but Dwight could feel her trembling when he held her.

"Minerva, talk to me." he urged.

"I don't know why I'm so anxious." she replied. "I feel like I need to go somewhere." she added.

"Don't tell..." a voice whispered in her head.

Minerva shook her head and moved closer to Dwight. She had never been one that was easily frightened but she was scared. What made it worse was that she didn't know why she was so scared and she couldn't rationalize why she was hearing the voices except for the narcotics but she had taken narcotics before and had never reacted to them like this. In the past, no matter what happened as long as she could explain it, she was good but this fear was inexplicable.

"Dwight? Make love to me." Minerva said hating the shakiness in her voice.

"Minerva, what's scaring you?" Dwight asked. "You're safe here; I won't let anything happen to you." He added.

"I'm not safe here." Minerva thought and then she realized that Dwight wasn't safe here either; the only safe place for them was the house. If asked, she couldn't have explained how she knew that but she did and she didn't know how to tell Dwight that they needed to go to the house without sounding like a lunatic. There was nothing to do but to stay here for the night at least. In the morning, she would try to convince him to take her home and he could stay there with her.

Minerva pressed against Dwight; she could hear the voices whispering to her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to grind against him. Dwight responded by kissing her until she moaned into his mouth, he broke the kiss and stopped her. 

"Minerva...."

"Make love to me." she said interrupting him and kissed him, offering him her tongue which Dwight accepted without hesitation. Minerva was the one to break the kiss this time. She moved slowly down Dwight's body stopping at his chest to suck and nip at his nipples along the way. Dwight murmured something that Minerva didn't catch as she continued her journey down his body not stopping until she reached his cock.

Dwight couldn't remember the last time he had felt a woman's mouth on his cock; it was another one of those things that Beth refused to even consider doing saying that it was filthy and unhealthy. Actually, there wasn't much about sex that Beth didn't think of as being disgusting or unhealthy. She saw it as a duty and not a want, sex was just for procreation and not enjoyment and an expression of love. They hadn't been married for very long when Dwight realized that Beth was puritanical about sex, but here was Minerva about to take him into her mouth as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Minerva stopped for before just a second and then kept going. She licked the head of Dwight's cock as if it were an ice cream cone before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it gently.

"Minerva... that feels so good!" Dwight said as he toyed with her braids. He realized that if he let himself, he could fall completely in love with her but there were two things stopping him; Joseph and Becky. He found himself wishing that Minerva had come along just two years later, Joe would be nineteen and Becky eighteen, they would be adults and could make their own decisions as to whether they wanted to see him or not without any interference from Beth.

Minerva stroked Dwight's cock as she sucked and licked on the head. Dwight rubbed Minerva's back with one hand and held the back of her head with the other.

"Minerva, I'm going to come!" Dwight said, his voice hoarse. But Minerva didn't stop until Dwight came in her mouth, crying out and then shuddering. "Minerva, come up here." Dwight said pulling her up to him. When she reached him, he kissed her, thanking her profusely as he hugged her, before he could take care of her, she was fast asleep. The voices for the moment were quiet.

******

Aaron continued walking through the woods with Sadie by his side. They hadn't spoken for quite some time each of them lost in their own thoughts. What experiments could they want to perform on Minerva? Aaron wondered. That fool Oliver had mentioned something about wanting to see if he could fuck her, were they trying to figure out how to be able to live in the human world in the body of a human? No, that was crazy or was it? And why Minerva? Was it only because he claimed her or was there more to her than met the eye? That Minerva was an exceptional woman there was no doubt but there had to be more to it. Aaron had a thought, and decided to ask Sadie.

"Sadie, can I talk to Minerva?"

"Yessir."

"Even from here?"

"Yessir."

"Can the others talk to her as well?"

"Yessir."

"Have they been talking to her?"

"Yessir."

"All of them?"

"Yessir" Sadie replied.

The realization the Minerva wasn't safe even at Dwight's dawned on him and if she wasn't safe then neither was Dwight. They were already talking to her; Sadie confirmed that but what about Dwight? What if they were telling them to come back to the woods? Was she strong enough to resist the voices? And what about the spell Oliver mentioned? So many questions Aaron mused. He decided to talk to her as well hoping that his voice would override those of the others.

"Minerva, I am Aaron Richards, lord of the house and of the woods. You are to ignore all voices with the exception of mine, Dwight's and Sadie's. Go to sleep now." 

Satisfied that Minerva was safe at least for the moment, Aaron went in search of Wilcox and Millicent. It was time to cut the head off from the snake so he could concentrate on how to be with Minerva. Sadie waited for Aaron to ask her about the spell. When he didn't ask she tried to push him into asking her.

"Mr. Aaron, aint there somethin else you wants to ask me about?"

When he didn't answer her, she tried again.

"Mr. Aaron?"

"What!?" Aaron snapped.

"I was wonderin if you had any other questions for me." Sadie replied.

"No, not at the moment." Aaron replied his mind on other things.

Aaron and Sadie continued walking stopping every spirit and being that they saw, by morning the only ones not dealt with were Millicent, the Colonel and the remaining seven of their group. What Aaron really wanted was to capture another one of the group in the hopes that he knew more than Oliver did. As he walked he mentally ran down the names of the spirits that wanted to hurt Minerva to see if he knew them and if he did how. Wilcox was in the confederate army but Aaron had never met him personally. He knew of the ambush that Wilcox had led his men into but that was all he really knew about the man. Millicent, he just heard about tonight and he didn't know her family so he was inclined to agree with Sadie, she was an opportunistic trouble maker. Of the remaining seven, he only knew one and he had only met him once or twice at a social gathering and even then the contact had been brief.

Eventually Aaron and Sadie came to the spot where Minerva and Dwight had spent the night. Aaron walked around the site several times as he thought about Minerva. He remembered the day she came to the house and how she just seemed to belong there and he wanted her there. He thought about how he lusted after her as she danced around the bedroom naked totally at ease with her body. Jealousy flared when he remembered hearing her and Dwight making love when it should have been him that she was making love.... 

Sadie sat on the ground watching Aaron trying to put the puzzle together. She jumped when she heard Aaron yell at the top of his lungs.

"WILCOX, MILLICENT AND ALL WHO ALIGN THEMSELVES WITH THEM, SHOW YOURSELVES NOW!"

For several minutes nothing happened then one by one they began to appear around Aaron with Millicent appearing last.

Aaron made a complete circle taking the time to look at each spirit before coming the one he really wanted to speak to. Wilcox.

Aaron stopped in front of Wilcox and stepped up so that there was barely an inch between them. Wilcox fought the urge to step back and met Aaron's gaze.

"What do you want with Minerva?" Aaron asked.



The House Ch. 07



The community had taken note of Phoebe’s changes and gossip flew throughout the neighborhood. Jealousy of course reared its head and nasty untrue rumors abounded. While Phoebe had been enjoying John and Jane’s attentions, these rumors were eventually whispered into the receptive ear of that pinnacle of enlightenment, the Reverend Peter Wesley now retired, Phoebe’s father. This man abhorred anything to do with sex. He was sure that it was the work of the devil sending urges to the body to commit sin. Why he knew this, was because every time some young thing walked by him, for as long as he could remember, he would have the urge to copulate. When he married, he married such a dowdy woman, that no such urges assailed him Feeling it was his duty to beget his wife with child, he had carefully waited until the books he read on the subject told him she would be fertile. Unfortunately, for the poor woman, he managed to accomplish the sinful deed with one insertion of his body cumming far too quickly to even begin to pleasure her. She had passed on a few years latter leaving behind, much to his surprise and everybody else’s, a beautiful young daughter, to be the victim of his training and religious upbringing. He felt her beauty was God’s curse for his own thoughts of moral depravity and had tried to, with some success; hide her beauty behind a veil of frumpy clothes and a trained aura of frigidity. Deep in his soul, hidden behind the severe religious beliefs, unbeknownst even to him, he had wanted to fuck her.

Naturally being the kind of man he was he believed every word of what was being whispered about her. One of the things he had heard was that she had been seen entering the old whorehouse. Since he had railed against that abomination for years he assumed that fault could be laid at the doorstep of the house, not that he wasn’t oiling his bull whip for his daughter should he be able to prove any of the accusations. He decided he would pay a visit to the house the following day. He hoped that he would catch her there in some wrong so he could beat her bare ass red and peek at her pussy, like he use to do when she was young.

John had set his alarm for seven. His mom and he had gone to bed early, after a rather long and drawn out shower, to enjoy the sensations they could bring to each other’s bodies. They had kissed and caressed for hours before passion demanded a quick fuck and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. He had purposely set the alarm early wanting to have some time with his mother before his demolition crew arrived. They both awoke to the alarm’s strident call. His mother put her arms over her head and began stretching luxuriously from the tip of her fingers to the tip of her toes, presenting a vision of nakedness that provoked another ravishment of her body, followed by the tender kisses and caresses that sealed their love. Time flew quickly and soon they had reluctantly left the warmth and comfort of their bed to face the world. John looked forward to his project, but even more to seeing his Phoebe and her friend Cynthia, who he knew to be a horny minx. His mother and he were just finishing breakfast when the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of his wrecking crew.  He greeted them at the door, thanked them for coming again, and invited them in. Each, as they crossed the threshold, felt their bodies prepare for copulation, with warm moist flow and hard aching nipples. Each felt the stirrings in their loins that soon would necessitate fulfillment. The three older women simply assumed it was because they were needy of their man although his mother was surprised how soon her body again demanded his return.

The six girls knew why their pussies juiced, each, unbeknownst to the other had spent some time in the privacy of their beds with their legs spread wide teasing their pussies. With thoughts of John dancing in their heads, they drained their batteries dry. Each upon seeing him knew they had to have him and each in their own way was determined to somehow, seduce him. Mary, the blonde had even worn her own special jewelry that pierced her inner folds and dangled between her legs sending the occasional additional erotic thought to her mind. A dainty gold chain hung around her neck dangling the key to her charms between her fat, fleshy, sexy, tits. Julie had spent sometime the previous evening grooming her luxuriant pubic hair allowing the beautiful tattoo to show through her thatch. John led them upstairs and explained how he wanted to tear down all the walls on the third floor leaving the ones around his bed to last. They went at it with a will, all concentrating on the job at hand to avoid thinking about the tremors of lust that pervaded them. 

Soon clouds of dust filled the air as plaster and lathe fell from the old two by fours. The doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the garbage bin. John excused himself to look after the placement of the bin and to run some errands. Soon he was back with dust masks, pails and a lightweight snow shovel along with a sledgehammer. Work continued, wall after wall came down and John reassigned the six to carrying buckets of plaster and bundles of lathe down the stairs to the bin. It was hot sweaty work and all of them soon showed the stains of moisture on their clothes. Mia, who had not worn a bra that day, noticed that John was sending surreptitious glances her way. She looked down and saw her halter had become so soaked with perspiration one side had become semi-transparent and a nipple, swollen and hard, was showing through. She was thrilled he was taking notice and flaunted it when he was near. As the lunch hour approached a steady stream of girls with the garbage of demolition left and reentered the house. 

It was at this time that the Reverend Peter Wesley chose to make his appearance. Dressed all in black, including hat and long raincoat against the hint of inclement weather, which cloud and wind suggested, he stood before the old house, Old Testament wrath of God personified. If one looked closely one could see a hint of white wrapped around his scrawny neck. The black raincoat taken by the wind swirled around his tall gaunt frame and skinny limbs. He stood there, hurling prayers of damnation at the not so uncaring walls of the house. It was then that Mia lifted a bundle of lathe into the bin exposing the bottom curve of her breasts as she stretched to get the bundle in. The angry Reverend noticed and it hardened him, further enraging him as he watched the harlots work. Their fleshy bodies a simmering temptation to the pure of heart. Was his Phoebe amongst these children of the devil he asked himself? The girls had noticed him. He had been a thorn in their sides for many years. He had embarrassed each of then more than once with public tirades against the clothes and makeup they wore. He had made clear his thoughts on their tattoos and body piercings calling them the devils decorations. He had railed against them from his pulpit condemning their ilk out of hand. They all hated the old bastard. 

As they returned to the house, they gathered in the foyer talking about him, wondering how they might get even while the house swirled sensations of need through their young complacent bodies. Julie was sent upstairs to advise John they were gong for lunch. Many suggestions where tossed back and forth until finally Jean the succinct, said, “Fuck him.” For a moment, the quiet Jean with so few words was misunderstood. It was assumed she was dismissing him until it dawned on them what a diabolical, clever idea she had introduced. They put their heads together and began to plan his degradation. With pussies dripping, their plans of humiliation came to fruition. 

Just then, a pounding came on the door, not the doorbell but a fist demanding entry. His plans were to search the house for his daughter, allowing no interference. Mia, first loosening her halter-top so her pendulant tits were ready to fall out, answered the door to a face, a face florid with rage and religious fervor.

“Stand aside harlots,” he cried, “I’ve come to take my daughter from this wicked place.” The house filled him with the urge to copulate the moment he crossed the threshold. 

With coquettish insolence, the self-made temptresses made way while Wendy ran upstairs to initiate their plan. “Okay come with us,” said Mia expressing an interest in helping him she did not have. Leading him to the second floor they opened doors first to empty rooms and then to the one with Wendy in it laying on the bed fully dressed but rubbing her pussy through the thin material of her shorts. She turned and looked at him through lust-hooded eyes bringing him to a momentary halt. Her red painted mouth opened and she asked, “I’m so horny, will you help me?” 

With now swollen cock, he managed to tear himself away, cursing the strumpet, and was led to the next room. Here Sue lay with one pink nipple exposed between thumb and forefinger as she rolled it back and forth. Sue loved her own tits and while he watched her long, wet, tongue came out and licked the hand-raised tit. Then two hands lifted the tempting orb with its nipple swollen and firm. Her smutty mouth demanded, “Suck me, honey.” 

Frozen for a moment at the sight, he prayed to his God to protect him, and then he whirled pushing his way through the crowd of girls with their big fat tits, almost knocking over Wendy who had just come from the bed to watch the show. He went on to the next room where Jean waited for his intrusion in her bra and panties. When she heard him approach, she slipped her hand beneath the panties making it obvious as to what she was doing. He stood stock-still and watched as her body sensually withered on the bed responding to her teasing fingers. With a coquettish voice low and husky she moaned “Help me please, I need to fuck.”

This time the girls had to remind him of his mission and he went on to the fourth girl filled room. Here the blonde Mary lay her pierced labia still covered by her thong, but both of her huge tits exposed to his gaze. Both her hands where held between her legs teasing the flesh of her inner thighs, her arms squeezing her boobs together. “Have you come to unlock my passion?” she queried her voice deep and sultry.

This time the girls had to take him by the arm to lead him further. He knew it had reached to the point where discretion would be the better part of valor and he should beat a hasty retreat, but his cock, throbbing and aching spoke to him of its need. His mouth was far too dry for curse or prayer. He entered the fifth room, there lay Julie on the bed, totally naked. She spread her legs for him as he watched showing off her beautiful hairy pussy with the tattoo of a tiny red rose just above the apex of her gash. The dark pubic hair had been carefully plucked from over the rose allowing it to show through. The stem pointed downward almost as if it was talking its moisture from the dew that formed on her own sweet flower. “Come taste my flower’s nectar,” she tempted with voice low and seductive. 

They had to drag him from the room as the house pumped its scent into the air around him. On to the last room, they led, each of them in the state of dress that they had greeted him in their respective beds. There lay Mia, thighs wide, pussy wet, her fingers playing with her genitalia. The scent of pussy redolent assailed his nostrils as Mia stroked. It was almost as great an aphrodisiac as the scent of the old house. He stood like a deer caught in headlights, his attention frozen to the stroking fingers. Sue was the only one of them who knew how to deep throat a cock. She went to her knees in front of him undoing the belt of his raincoat. Mary took it from him and threw it into the hallway along with his hat and suit jacket. Down went the zipper of his fly and Sue reached in with her hand and pulled out his long thin hard tool. To his way of thinking he had been cursed with a longer than average member. To Sue’s way of thinking, he could soothe her cock-sucking throat. She licked it a few times, to lubricate, then slid it deep, well down into her throat, while the other girls continued to strip him. There he stood, naked to the world for the first time in broad daylight, his eyes fixed on the pussy full of fingers in front of him, his cock deeply imbedded in Sue’s mouth as she knelt in front of him. His pallid lily-white skin was a sharp contrast to the well-tanned naked women surrounding him. 

Mia stood making room for him on the bed. She slid her cum soaked fingers over his dry lips and instinctively he licked tasting the ambrosia of a woman in heat. The way his mouth worked, she guessed he wanted more and allowed her fingers to be suckled. “So you like my passion juice,” she purred

Somewhere deep in his mind he knew he should pull his penis from the warm sucking mouth, spit the juices of the Jezebel on the floor. Tears formed in his eyes and he recognized the insidiousness of his desecration as the realization slowly stole upon him that he was a weak vessel of God’s word. Try as he might he could not pull his prick from her mouth. Mia brought fresh juice to his mouth, his shame absolute as he slobbered over her fingers seeking every vestige of the incredible taste. If anything their pussies throbbed even harder, when the girls took notice of the tears falling from his eyes filled with shame. “NO” he groaned. He was finally able to speak his mouth moistened with Mia’s flavor, but his cock said yes. 

It was in this condition that Phoebe saw him, naked and pale; Sue’s nose buried in his pubic hair her hands clutching his boney ass, holding him to her. His knees trembling as he sucked on Mia’s fingers. The other naked girls, who seemed to be standing waiting for their turn, surrounded him. She saw the tears in his eyes and knew what this must be costing her father. She did nothing to interfere, remembering the many times her own eyes had filled with tears as he had spanked her bare ass raw, trying for glimpses of her pussy, as he supposedly trained her to the path of righteousness. She hoped they’d fuck him into the ground, served him right for all the years of anguish he had dished out to her. She turned and made her way back up the stairs to report to John that the girls were still having lunch and that it appeared they’d be at it for quite awhile yet. Then she wrapped her arms around her lover and kissed him passionately enjoying his loving embrace, so unlike the cold fucking she knew her dad would get, until she felt his hard-on against her belly. She ground against him, hardening him even further as her cunt lubricated for him, Cynthia was shocked at her behavior in front of his mother, but then noticed that the mother just watched and smiled. 

Meanwhile the girls downstairs had the old fart laid out on the bed and two were mounting him facing each other. He rolled his head to one side, in a last attempt to avoid the harlot’s smelly pubes. But when the other hot wet cunt descended on his hand held cock; his head rolled back accepting the hairy swamp of juice. Sue with their roles reversed now smeared his nose and tongue with her creamy exudate polishing his face with her hairy pubes. He drank deeply of her juices, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, bathing himself with her dirty sinful cunt. Mia had his long thin dick deep in her enjoying the depth that he was able to penetrate her. His skinny dick hardened with sinful lust, pistoning in and out of the floozy’s reddened gash, until he spewed his seed deep in her loins not caring that his youthful partner hadn’t cum. Here the house took a more active part sending its special scent directly up his nostrils maintaining his now aching penis in a permanent state of arousal. Sue slid her cunt harder and harder over his now questing tongue until she began to feel her labia swell with the force of her thrusting. There was no question she was raping his mouth, while her confederate, Mia raped his cock for her own orgasm. 

Jean and Julie now mounted him taking gleeful advantage of what appeared to be a state of permanent erection. Jean slammed her body down hard sending his penetrating cock deep enjoying the fact that he was doubled creamed with both hers and Mia’s emissions using the extra grease to her advantage. Julie smeared more of her corrupting juices over his face her cream gurgling deep in his throat as he tried to drink this second onslaught of slut emissions, wondering how many cocks had dumped their load where his tongue now was. Taking perverted satisfaction in the thought, that he was licking her clean. She would have been happy to tell him that two of her boy friends had dumped their loads just last night had she known what he was thinking. In truth, she had stayed at home dreaming of John and for once playing with her own pussy. Julie tried to think of ways to make this cold mating nastier. She smiled when she felt a familiar urge and blew a long hissing fart straight into his nostrils, showing her contempt for his needs, concentrating on satisfying her own.

Jean could not understand how horny she felt while she screwed the old goat. Maybe it was because all her friends were watching. It certainly was not because he turned her on. She finally decided it was the delicious thought that they were molesting him as with renewed vigor she screwed the long skinny tool, bringing on another of his orgasms well before she was ready for her own. She expected him to deflate in a matter of seconds, but to her surprise, he did not. So there was something useful about the old bugger after all, then laughed and wondered if Wendy planned to get buggered by the old bugger. She wondered if he’d try to resist if Wendy did. Boy she wanted to watch that. She began to feel an impending orgasm, looked into Julies eyes, and saw that Julie was also close. “Let’s cum together.” She said leaning forward to kiss her friend. The two girls humped and heaved on dick, nose and tongue bringing on their climaxes as they kissed. Jean always did like a little loving with a fuck. They made way for the new team of Wendy and Mary. 

Mary straddled him with her back to her partner, facing the head of the bed. Her inner sex flaps pulled from the balance of her genitalia by a small padlock whose arm pierced both flaps. She had always enjoyed having her lovers unlock her lips of love, but suddenly she wished she hadn’t worn it. Although she felt extremely horny she didn’t trust the man below her to have the hands of love to handle her delicately. Consequently she unlocked herself and retuned the key to around her neck with the lock dangling from it, then brought her cunt hard against his mouth seeking her orgasm caring nothing about his needs. Wendy mounted him with her back also to her partner, her asshole well oiled from the little bottle she always had with her. She slipped his long skinny cock into her bowels bringing the sensations she always enjoyed. Up and down, she rode while one hand pleasured her clit. Both she and Mary raped him quickly seeking orgasmic release. Mary came immediately and stepped away from him allowing him to see where his cock had been planted. He was devastated to find he loved the tight sensation of her anus wrapped around him and finally a lifetime of religious upbringing wilted his dick. 

Wendy left him on the bed. She was unsatisfied still hot with need but somehow the game of revenge had lost its flavor. She would turn to another source to satisfy her continuing need. With the laughter and giggles they had had when they started gone, they picked up their clothes and silently went to the shower room. Inside they found six freshly laundered towels that they knew John in his kindness had left specifically for them, sitting on an old wooden chair. Several bars of soap were now scattered about. They spent a long time washing saliva and semen from themselves, strangely feeling that they were the ones that had been defiled. Mia finally turned to her friend and gripping her as she had the other day in the shower, kissed her as she satisfied Wendy’s unfulfilled needs. The girls had learned a valuable lesson.




The House Ch. 07



Minerva's eyes flew open, the feeling of anxiety that she had experienced was back and was much worse. The voices were now demanding that she come to the woods now and leave "the man" where he was because he would know where she went and that was just fine. All of the voices were clamoring in her head at the same time but there was a new one and this one identified himself.

"My name is Aaron Richards; I am lord of the house and woods."

Even with the racket going on in her head, Minerva recognized the name and began to think that she had really gone crazy but there was more to what he said.

"You are to ignore all voices with the exception of mine, Dwight's and Sadie's. Go to sleep now."

She did fall asleep in Dwight's arms before he had the chance to return the favor of making love to her. Minerva realized right before she fell asleep, that the voices were gone and while she slept she didn't hear them either but now they were back with the addition of one.

"How am I supposed ignore all of the voices except for one?" she murmured to herself.

"Minerva? Are you in pain again?" Dwight asked sleepily.

"No but...."

"Don't tell..." A voice, the woman's said softly but firmly.

"But what?" Dwight asked.

Minerva hesitated and tried to speak again.

"Dwight, I...."

"Do not tell him!" Another voice demanded. This time it was a male who spoke.

Dwight sat up when he saw how anxious Minerva was.

"Minerva, sweetheart, look at me." Dwight said.

Minerva looked at him helplessly and then whispered, "The voices, they won't stop."

"What voices?" Dwight asked concerned.

"Say no more!" the woman's voice demanded.

Minerva put her hands over her ears and closed her eyes, "Shut the hell up!" she moaned.

Dwight took her into his arms, held her and began talking to her about everything and anything; she wouldn't be able to tell him anything until she had calmed down so there was no point in asking her about the voices.

Minerva drifted back into an uneasy sleep to the sound of Dwight's voice.

******

Aaron stood in front of Wilcox who had finally backed up a step only to be pursued by Aaron. Wilcox looked around frantically for some support but got none. Aaron saw that he was about to disappear but stopped him.

"You will stay where you are as will the rest of you." 

The remaining spirits tried to vanish after Aaron gave his order and became panicked when they couldn't. Millicent looked over a Sadie, her eyes filled with regret and pity but mostly anger.

"You are supposed to be my friend." she hissed at Sadie.

"I am your friend but you've turned your back on all that is good. Look at what you did and what you doing now, what did Mr. Aaron's woman do to you that you want to help these men? Millie, what happened to you?" Sadie asked.

"He loves her and she is in our way."

"I don understand." Sadie said but was beginning to.

"You could help us you know." Millicent said, "Just imagine being able to.... Never mind, you're too goody-two shoes for that. You've always been too afraid to break the rules even if it's for the good, look at you, even now you could tell him what he needs to know but you won't and do you know why? It's because you're too afraid of what the higher ups will think of you. You like knowing that they think that you are so perfect because you swallow whatever they tell you without question and you follow the rules and obey like the good little soldier."

"Be able to do what?" Sadie asked ignoring the obvious jibes for the time being.

"Never you mind but if I were you, I'd start looking for another place to live." Millicent replied.

Sadie stared at her, "Millie, what are you doing?"

*******

Minerva stirred in Dwight's arms, the voices for the moment quiet. Now was her chance.

"Dwight, we have to leave, we have to go back to the house! Don't ask me why because I don't know but we have to go now!"

"Minerva...."

"Now! Please we have to go." Minerva insisted as she sat up and tried to get out of bed.

Dwight held her in place even though she struggled to get away.

"Let me go!" Minerva said as she fought against him.

"Minerva, calm down and talk to me." Dwight said not letting her go.

He was alarmed, the woman that he was holding wasn't the calm assured woman who had spent the day alone and hurt in the woods, and she mentioned something about hearing voices. Maybe she wasn't as strong as he thought she was but he really didn't believe that. Something had her frightened and they weren't going anywhere until she told him what it was.

Minerva forced herself to take a deep breath and to calm down. The voices were still quiet so Minerva spoke quickly.

"We're not safe here, there's something in the woods that wants me, us to come back. I know that I'm not making sense but the house, we have to go there."

"But that's close to the woods." Dwight said and then hesitated; sometimes the safest place to be was close to the enemy. "These voices, what are they telling you?" he asked.

"You believe me?" Minerva asked relieved not answering the question.

"I believe you." Dwight said, "But can't we wait until morning?"

"NO! Now, I don't know or understand why but we have to get to the house before it's too late." Minerva said once again trying to get away from Dwight.

"What are the voices saying to you?" Dwight asked again.

"What difference does it make? They want me to go back to the fucking woods! Now take me to the house or I'll walk!" Minerva replied.

Reluctantly, Dwight helped Minerva dress and then helped her to the car. As he helped her into the car, he heard a soft, seductive voice in his head.

"Bring her here to us."

Dwight shook his head as if he was trying to clear it and closed the car door. As he walked to the driver's side, he heard the voice again.

"Bring her now even if you have to drag her here." the voice said.

******

Aaron stood in front of Wilcox who had finally figured out that he wasn't going to get away. He stopped moving and stood at his full five foot eleven inch height, puffed out his chest and waited for Aaron to speak. Instead, Aaron went to the next spirit in line doing this until he came face to face with Millicent.

"What do you want with my Minerva?" he asked placing the emphasis on the word 'my'.

"Me? Nothing." she replied coquettishly.

"I don't believe you." Aaron said. "I will ask you once again, what do you want with my Minerva?"

As he waited for an answer, Aaron realized that Wilcox wasn't the force behind this, someone else was and that being or spirit wasn't here. That they hadn't responded to his demand that they show themselves told him that whoever or whatever it was had to be quite powerful and that it was he or it that wanted Minerva. He also believed that Sadie had no knowledge of this entity, if she did, she would have found a way to tell him just as she had found a way to answer his questions without compromising herself. He also believed that Millicent was a key player and not just a trouble maker as he and Sadie had assumed. 

"Fuck!" he murmured under his breath as he remembered Sadie trying to get him to ask her some questions.

"Isn't there anything else you want to ask me?" she had asked and he had impatiently dismissed her. He looked around at the group surrounding him and commanded them to stay.

Sadie watched Aaron anxiously as he approached her.

"Sadie, you were trying to get me to ask you something, was it about their plan?"

"Yessir."

"Does it have something to do with their spell?" Aaron asked.

"Yessir." Sadie replied relieved.

"Do you know what the spell is?" 

"Yessir."

Now Aaron was at a loss, he didn't know what questions to ask. He knew nothing about witchcraft and he sensed that valuable time was being lost.

"This spell, will it hurt Minerva?"

"Y...Yessir and maybe not, I'm not sure." Sadie stammered.

"Just what in the hell does that mean?" Aaron roared his patience at an end and his temper flared. The moment that happened, the spirits under his command vanished.

Aaron turned around in time to see the last of the spirits vanish. 

"What the fuck?" he asked as he watched Millicent vanish.

"Sadie, what in the fuck just happened?" he yelled as he looked at the place where the spirits had just been.

Sadie didn't answer him but gave him a sympathetic look.

"Can I still talk to Minerva?" he asked.

"Yessir but so can they." Sadie replied. "They can talk to the man too." she added.

Aaron walked around the sight trying to think of what he needed to do. Sadie hadn't missed the look of triumph on Millicent's face as she vanished, she knew that Sadie wouldn't tell Aaron what he needed to know and knew that as long as Aaron was out of control, they were safe.

Sadie began to reconsider her decision to follow the rules realizing that to some degree, Millicent was right about her, she did like the feeling of being thought of as being perfect but she also hated breaking the rules. She was also realizing that if she didn't tell Aaron at least some of what he needed to know and if he didn't put everything together, life for everyone in the woods would be a living hell but more importantly, Minerva would have to live a life of abuse mental and physical while Aaron would be....

She made a decision and only hoped that those above her would understand and not be too harsh with her.

"Mr. Aaron..."

"If you're going to tell me again how you can't help me but you want to, then I don't want to hear it. Leave me alone and let me think." Aaron said shortly.

"Mr. Aaron, think about somethin, think bout what just happened. When you was calm and all, you had control but then you got mad and...."

"I lost control of everything." Aaron finished for her. "I have to learn how to control my emotions don't I?" he asked.

"Yessir." Sadie said.

"There's more but you've already put yourself at risk by telling me what you just did." Aaron said.

"I didn't tell you anything." Sadie said happily as she realized that she really hadn't. All she did was point him in the right direction.

"Thank you." Aaron said with a slight incline of his head.

******

The voices in Dwight's head had gone silent for a few minutes giving him time to recollect himself. Whatever happened, he couldn't and wouldn't take Minerva back to the woods. As he drove as fast as he safely could, he stole glances at Minerva and wondered why she couldn't have come into his life either much earlier or much later than she did. He finally admitted to himself that he had fallen in love with her. The fact that they hadn't known each other for very long was immaterial as far as he was concerned, the fact that he had two children and a bitch of an ex-wife was the only issue as far as he was concerned.

Dwight had just turned onto Minerva's road when the female voice spoke again.

"Dwight, bring her here to us. We can help you keep her safe."

"No." Dwight whispered.

"Dwight? Are you alright?" Minerva asked becoming alarmed when he didn't answer her. "Dwight!" Minerva called.

"Bring her to us; you know that we can help you." The voice soothed. "Aaron means to harm her." the voice added.

Dwight frowned, Aaron? 

"Aaron Richards, the one who owned the house and the woods." The voice said in response to Dwight's unspoken question. "He wants Minerva and plans to harm her. Bring her to us and we will keep both of you safe."

Although he knew that the voice was lying, Dwight couldn't help himself; he drove past Minerva's driveway and headed to the little used access road to the woods.

"Dwight? Where are we going?" Minerva asked.

"Somewhere safe where Aaron can't hurt you." Dwight replied.

"Dwight, listen to me." Minerva said urgently missing the mention of Aaron's name. "The voices, they're lying to you. They want to hurt us, turn around and go back to the house; they can't get us once we're inside."

Dwight kept driving and then stopped the car. He covered his ears with his hands in an attempt to quiet the voices that had now joined the woman's.

"Bring her to us, let us help you." They repeated over and over.

*****

Aaron digested the piece of information that Sadie had found a way to give him. He was already beginning to understand a few things but hadn't been sure of what they meant. Everything was dependent on his emotions and his ability to control them; he had to take total control of these woods as he should have decades ago. If he had, Minerva and now Dwight wouldn't be in danger but now wasn't the time for berating himself Aaron realized. The priority right now was Minerva and Dwight's safety, Just as he was about to call the spirits back to him, the confederate soldier Henry appeared in front of him.

"Sir, they're back!" Henry said excitedly.

"Whose back?" Aaron asked.

"The man and the woman, they're in one of those car things." Henry replied.

"Shit!" Aaron swore. "What are they doing?" he asked.

"Talkin', it seems like the woman is tryin' to get him to leave."

Aaron cursed again as he thought about his options; they couldn't come into these woods.

"Henry, go back and keep track of them and do whatever you can to keep them out of the woods, do you understand?" Aaron asked.

"Yessir!" Henry replied with a salute.

When he was gone, Aaron went back to pacing. If he was going to call the spirits back to him, he needed a plan. They had to be banished at the same time but to different places, he wondered if there was a place specifically for witches where their powers would be useless; Sadie would know the answer to that.

"Sadie, where does one of your kind go when they are punished?" Aaron asked.

"There are several places but you can't send her there, only the witch elders can." Sadie replied.

"Is there any place that I can send her where she can't escape?" Aaron asked.

"You can banish her like you can any other spirit but she will still maintain her powers."

"So the best choice is to go through your elders." Aaron said.

"Yessir, they can send her to a place where she can't cause trouble." Sadie replied.

"How does that happen?" 

"Sir?" Sadie asked not quite understanding the question.

"What do your elders need in order for them to send her away?" Aaron asked.

"Proof, it would be best if they saw her but the word of another witch might do." Sadie replied already knowing what Aaron's next command was. 

"Go talk to them, tell them what's happening, tell them that Aaron Richards lord of the woods wants to speak with them and that no is not an option."

Sadie smiled as she gave a curtsy, "finally." she thought as she vanished.

******

The voices were back in both Minerva's and Dwight's head. In Dwight's head they were becoming more insistent in telling him to bring Minerva to them; in Minerva's head they were telling her that Dwight was going to hurt her.

"Get out and run to us, we can keep you safe from him and Aaron." the woman's voice said. "Come Minerva, let us help you."

Minerva tried to fight the voices in her head, she looked over at Dwight who was fighting just as hard as she was and like her failing miserably. 

"Dwight, we've got to get to the house!" Minerva screamed.

"The house isn't safe." The female voice said to both of them. "Aaron is there and will hurt you, the woods is the only safe place for you."

Dwight took Minerva by the hands and gave them a hard almost painful squeeze which Minerva returned with a squeeze of her own.

"Minerva, listen to me." Dwight said. "I'm going to get out of the car and start running, I want you to move over and drive the car to the house and get inside. I'll meet you there."

"Dwight, that's craziness! Just drive the fucking car to the house and we'll both be safe!" Minerva said.

"I'm going to draw them away from you...."

"It won't work; they can talk to both of us at the same time, DRIVE! Minerva screamed as the voices strengthened their attack on her.

"Becky and Joe." a soft voice whispered in Dwight's head.

Dwight froze at the unspoken threat contained in the mentioning of the names of his children.

"Dwight!" Minerva called to him, "Drive damn it!"

"Minerva, I'm sorry." Dwight said as he put the car in gear and drove into the woods.

Henry stood by watching helplessly, he had done everything he could think of to attract their attention but they were so intent on talking that they paid him no attention. Not knowing what else to do, Henry vanished and then appeared on the roof of the car, at least he would be able to report their whereabouts.

Dwight drove deeper into the woods still trying to figure a way out but the bottom line was he realized, his children. It also told him something else, no matter how he felt about Minerva, the kids would always come first, he couldn't and wouldn't take the chance that Beth would stop him from seeing them. He and Minerva would talk about that later but now the issue was how to get the both of them out of this mess in one piece and mentally intact.

Minerva realized with mounting horror that Dwight was taking her to whomever it was that was talking to them, she also realized that if she didn't do something that the both of them would never leave the woods. There would be search parties of that she was certain but she was just as certain that they would never be found.

"Dwight, please find a place to turn around and let's go to the house." she said as calmly as she could.

Dwight acted as though he didn't hear her and kept driving. Minerva toyed with the idea of jumping out of the car but quickly changed her mind. It was dark and she could easily break another bone and then she'd be really stuck. No, she had to stay in the car and try to figure something else out, she could only hope that there were no plans to kill her right away.

******

While Sadie was gone, Aaron turned his attention to Dwight.

"Dwight, I am Aaron Richards lord of the house and these woods. I command you to obey me and no one else!" He waited a moment and then repeated the command. He felt Dwight's confusion but didn't sense fear making Aaron respect him even more than he already did.

"Stop the vehicle now!" Aaron commanded and then realized that he had no way of knowing whether Dwight had complied with his order or not. 

"Dwight, did you hear me?" Aaron asked out loud and waited for a response.

******

Dwight stopped the car and looked at Minerva. The voices had been screaming at him but then there was a new voice, Aaron's. For reasons that he didn't understand, Dwight trusted Aaron's voice, maybe because he heard and understood the command and that it was one commander recognizing another but whatever the reason he was grateful for it. The other voices continued to scream at him to bring Minerva to them but he found it easier to resist. 

Minerva breathed a sigh of relief, they were still in trouble but at least Dwight had stopped the car.

"Minerva! Come to us now!" all of the voices said at one time.

Before she could stop herself and before Dwight realized what was happening, Minerva was out of the car and hobbling away as fast as she could.

"Minerva!" Dwight called as he got out of the car to go after her. He took off in the direction in which she had gone calling her name as he ran. He could hear her just in front of him but it was so dark that he couldn't go as fast as he wanted to but then neither could she.

"Minerva! Stop running!" Dwight called out.

Dwight heard Minerva cry out as she fell buying him time to catch up. By the time he got to the spot where he was sure she had fallen, she was gone but how? He wondered. It had taken him less than a minute to get to the spot.

******

Henry decided to follow Minerva, she would be the one that Aaron would be the most concerned about. He watched as she ran as fast as she could on her sprained ankle and then fell but was helpless to do anything to help her. As soon as he was sure that Minerva wasn't seriously injured, he disappeared and appeared in front of Aaron.




The House Ch. 07



"Sir! The woman, she's running in the woods!"

Aaron whirled around, "Where is she?" Aaron asked even as he vanished.

"Follow me!" Henry said.

By the time they got to the spot where Henry had last seen her, Minerva was gone."

"She was just here!" Henry insisted as he looked around. "She was hurt so she couldn't have gone far." he added.

Aaron could hear Dwight as he called out for Minerva and felt a flash of anger that he quickly pushed away. Minerva's safety depended on him remaining in control of his emotions, and he was coming to realize that more than Minerva depended on his figuring out the full extent of his power, but first things first.

Dwight arrived at the same spot where Aaron and Henry stood and looked around. "Minerva!" he called again and took off. Henry went in another direction while Aaron went in another neither of them speaking, unlike Dwight, they wouldn't need for her to respond.

******

Minerva fell but quickly got up, her ankle hurt like a bitch but she had to keep moving. Intellectually, she knew that she had to stop running and wait for Dwight but she couldn't stop. Minerva dug deep to find the will power to stop but she had used up her reserves and kept running until she came into a clearing.

After several minutes, she no longer heard Dwight calling her and she wondered about it, he wasn't that far behind her that he couldn't have caught up with her. She was also noticing the quiet, she was hearing none of the night sounds that she associated with the outdoors, and it also dawned on her that the voices were silent as well.

Minerva looked around her trying to get her bearings but it was too dark to see and it all looked alike to her, she could have come from any direction she realized. 

"Dwight!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

******

"Minerva!" Dwight called out again and waited for a response. "Where are you?" Dwight whispered as he did a slow 360 degree turn. He had almost completed his turn when his eye caught sight of a familiar landmark. It was a tree with an oddly shaped trunk, it had grown over the past twenty-five years but it was the same tree. It marked the entrance to a part of the woods that he had always been afraid to enter; it had always felt evil and dark to him. The other kids always claimed that they never felt anything bad about that part of the woods and went there frequently to partying the large clearing that could hold up to forty people. 

The last time he had been here was when he was eighteen, there was going to be a 'pot' party that his then girlfriend wanted to go to. Dwight wasn't into smoking or drinking but Liza his girlfriend had bugged him so badly about it that he relented and told her that they would go. He spent the evening constantly looking around him until finally he left leaving his girlfriend to find her own way home when she refused to leave with him.

He still remembered the feeling that he had as he approached the tree, it was the same as now, fear, anxiety and loathing. He would have preferred to be on the front line anywhere as opposed to being here, he also knew that this was where Minerva had gone, she was in the old party spot.

******

Aaron and Henry stood next to Dwight unseen they had arrived at the spot just after Dwight did. Aaron had never been to this part of the woods although he owned it. Actually, there were plenty of places in his woods that he had no knowledge of and he determined that after this was over, that he was going to change that. Aaron was surprised to feel the fear and anxiety that poured from Dwight and realized that this was a very bad place. Dwight, he realized knew this place and like Dwight, he knew that Minerva was in there somewhere. Whoever or whatever it was that wanted her had claimed this part of his woods and had been there for a very long time. That would explain the power but not how Aaron wasn't aware of its presence.

"Damn it!" Aaron swore as he understood how it could have happened. Until Minerva, he had no interest in the woods and claiming what was his. In his neglect, he had allowed the entity to get a firm hold on this part of the woods and it was going to be difficult to get it out. It also brought up a question, why hadn't it tried to take control of more of the woods?

Sadie appeared next to him and shuddered when she realized where they were.

"Sadie, do you know this place?" Aaron asked hoping that they wouldn't have to do the yes and no questioning."

"Yessir, I does." she replied.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I don't know exactly." Sadie replied. "I jus know it been here for a long time. Some folks are bothered by it and some folks aint."

"Do you know what happened here?" Aaron asked.

"They says that lots of colored people was hung in that clearing' and that it was an Indian burial ground that be inside of it but I don' know if that be true or not. Is your woman in there?" Sadie asked nervously.

"Yes, what did you find out about Millicent?" Aaron asked as he peered into the dark woods where Minerva was.

"Well, the elders give me the power to send her away and they say that I can help you with everything except tellin' you how to be with your woman." Sadie replied.

Aaron looked down at her and gave her a grateful smile, "Thank you and if we don't get Minerva out of there, I may not have a woman to be with." he added grimly.

"Mr. Aaron, one more thing, the man, he can't go in there; he'll die if he do and there won't be anyway to save him."

Aaron looked over at Dwight and then dismissed him.

"Dwight, you are to leave these woods and go to the house. Wait there and do not come back here under any circumstances." Aaron commanded.

Dwight looked around as if trying to locate where the voice had come from but recognized it as Aaron's. He looked back at the oddly shaped tree and took a step toward it.

"Dwight! Leave now!" Aaron said.

Dwight hesitated for a few seconds before turning to walk away.

Millicent watched Dwight walk away and pouted, he would have been such fun to play with but "one must sacrifice!" she murmured to herself as she vanished into the clearing.

****** 

Minerva stood in the center of the clearing not knowing what to do, she decided that she couldn't be too far from the car but which direction was it? If she started walking and went deeper into the woods, Dwight might not ever find her and what if she fell again? "Another night in these fucking woods." Minerva said as she sat on the ground.

She was totally unaware that as she sat, she was being encircled by various beings and spirits. The master being, a huge muscularly built man stood in front of her and assessed her. He could fully understand why Aaron was so taken by her, she was beautiful, built the way a woman should be built and she had courage. 

"Hello Minerva, welcome." he said in her head.



The House Ch. 07



The reverend slowly dressed recovering the outward look of a man of God. He crept from the house alone, unloved. Appropriately, storm clouds hung low overhead as he hunched his shoulders into the wind and held his hat in place. Slowly he walked away entering the hell on earth which would be his lot for the rest of his days. He would attempt to maintain his façade in the community while he lusted after every young pussy in sight constantly dreaming of what would never happen again.

The house had learned that day as well. Procreation at all cost was not the answer. It did not bother to collect the pheromones the girls and the old man had produced not wanting to sully it collection. It would not make that mistake again. As its awaken consciousness matured, it realized there was no happiness to be had in such a joyless union.



The House Ch. 08



The girls returned to work after their two and a half hour “lunch break”  Seeing John put some joy back in their hearts. They set to work with a will, because John and the three older women had most of the walls torn down with heaps of lathe and plaster on the floor. John was now busy knocking down two by fours while his mother and Phoebe pulled nails. Cynthia was stacking the nail free two by fours in a neat pile. Wendy began shoveling plaster into buckets and the rest of the girls resumed their parade up and down the stairs to throw the refuse in the bin. As the worked progressed, the giggles and laughter returned as the young women cast off the momentary depression they had felt and worked hard to impress John. Time flew as they worked and progress was visible. The lathe and plaster was gone. The girls, sometimes working in pairs, had taken even the old sinks and toilets down the stairs. A neat stack of old two by fours were piled by one wall, a stack of doors leaning against the other. The old lions clawed bathtub in the middle looking far smaller in the massive space. Only the walls and door to John’s room remained, and even those walls showed bare two by fours and plaster squeezed through lathe. They all were now sweeping with industrial cleaning sawdust to keep down the dust and then mopped with industrial detergents to clean the floors. 

Outright hunger slowed their work and John suddenly noticed it was after six. Unbeknownst to the girls, Phoebe, Cynthia, his mom, and himself had taken a “lunch break” similar to their own only theirs had been filled with love and passion for each other. Cynthia could still feel the occasional dollop of John’s cum leak from her pussy while Phoebe was still enjoying the scent of Jane’s juice that she had purposely left on her upper lip. Although they had all eaten or been eaten it was food for the soul rather than sustenance for the stomach. 

He suddenly announced, “Enough! Look, I want all of you to stay for supper. You’ve all done a terrific job and this will be my treat. I only have six chairs at my table, but there’s a butcher block and counter space I’m sure we can make do.”

Mia answered for all of them. “We’d like that. What we had for lunch just wasn’t all that satisfying,” she said to a chorus of giggling girls. 

Phoebe glanced at Mia and interjected “And I’ll bet it was old, tough, and stale as well,” and looked away again not seeking further conversation. 

Mia was beginning to change her opinion of the librarian realizing that there was a lot of woman under her virtuous façade. Mia knew that comment meant Phoebe knew what had gone on and replied, “Yeah, it was a tough old bird, I think, well past its prime.” But she elicited no further comment from Phoebe. 

They all trooped to the kitchen and checked his larder. His mom sat at the kitchen table making a list of things they thought they would need. As he borrowed his mother’s keys and took the list she said, “One more thing John, buy some more towels we all need a shower,” 

Which lead Jean to say “Dryer?” 

John smiled and pointed to the basement door, somewhat imitating her lack of words before he dashed out the door and she dashed upstairs to collect the wet towels. While Jean was getting the towels in the dryer, the women washed a dozen potatoes and chopped a whole lettuce, which they put in the fridge waiting for John to bring home the rest of the ingredients. Then they opened a couple of bottles of wine and sat drinking as they rehashed the accomplishments of the day, with no mention of their sexual activities. They were on their second glass when John arrived, bags in hand. While the rest of the women sorted out what was in the bags, John asked Mia and Jean to help him bring in some more bags. When she went out Mia noticed that the evening was hot and close, darker far earlier than usual. The winds of the afternoon had died and it was dead still. It might rain she thought. In the trunk of the car the two women found two cases of wine one red, one white, two bags of towels, and a small box containing miscellaneous bottles of liqueur and a bottle of brandy.. All was brought in and the six girls were sent to be the first shift in the showers, Jean running to the basement to retrieve their towels.

Soon bodies were shiny with water and suds, breasts squirmed and rolled in soft soapy hands, dirty anuses succumbed to scrubbing fingers, and hot wet cunts became even hotter and wetter to soapy thrusts. Conversation of getting into John’s pants became more explicit. When the girls returned to the kitchen, they found little to do. The salad made and in the fridge, the mushroom simmered in butter on the stove. The steaks neatly laid out for the grill. The potatoes partially cooked in the nuker. They were to turn the bacon and when done crumble it so they would have bacon bits for their potatoes. Other than that, they were to keep John company and have some more wine, a chore the girls found most agreeable. The older women retired to the showers and repeated what the girls had done. Although their conversation was more to do with what a talented prick John had, and how they’d all like a repeat performance. When they returned to the kitchen, they sent John to the showers, approved the bacon bits, and resumed the cooking. 

John stood in the shower letting the warm spray massage his aching shoulders. His balls hung low because of the heat, his cock semi-erect. He began to review in his mind the women in his home and realized with a start there wasn’t one he would kick out of bed for eating cookies. All were, maybe not beautiful, but certainly sexy, sensual, erotic. His hand went to his rising dick and he started to stroke it. In a moment, it was a hard prong of a prick, needy and wanting. His other hand gripped his balls and the hand on his dick moved faster. He threw his head back allowing the water to wash over his face as his hips thrust forward into the massaging soapy hands. He thought of how his mother would ride him rolling her hips so her cunt slithered back and forth over his cock. He thought of Phoebe climbing his body to monkey fuck him. He thought of Cynthia with her acquiescent thighs opening her body for his deepest penetration. Suddenly he stopped. ‘What am I doing,’ he said to himself, ‘with all these women in the house I’m going to waste it on the shower floor?’ He dressed and gathered all the wet towels strewn over the bathroom, taking them to the basement adjusting his cock on the way so it rode more comfortably in his pants. 

“I told them you like it rare, dear,” his mother said as he retuned to the kitchen. “Sit here, we decided you needed a seat seeing you’re paying for all of this.” Soon they were all happily munching away with little conversation. When all had finished John lined a kitchen counter with liqueur bottles inviting each to select their own poison. Once six where comfortably seated and the other four stood around the butcher’s block, they began to tell jokes whose raunchiness increased as the amount of liquor decreased. 

Finally, Jean who rarely spoke said, “me,” gaining instant attention. Jean loved the double entendre and almost became loquacious as she told her story, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she spoke. “There were two old trees standing at the edge of a meadow,” she told them, “arguing over whether a new young sapling growing across the meadow was a son of a beech or a son of a birch. Along came a woodpecker that had overheard their bickering and said, ‘I’ll fly across the meadow and find out for you.’ About an hour later the woodpecker returned to a say, ‘you’re both wrong, it’s the finest piece of ash I’ve ever had my pecker in.” Jean smiled as the laughter complimented her and then once more became silent. 

Suddenly a flash of lightening and a roar of thunder crashed around the old house, startling them all. Soon sheet after sheet of windblown rain hurled itself against the windows. They all watched the waving branches, the flying leaves and John announced, “Well, nobodies going home in this. Phone you parents tell them where you are and that Ms. Wesley and Ms Pearson are with you.” John couldn’t think of two finer names that could be tossed about as chaperones, than the high school principal and the local librarian, not knowing that Phoebe’s name may have lost some of its luster in the last two days. However, none of the girl’s parents had yet to hear the rumors flying about the community and Okayed the girls’ over night adventure. 

They went upstairs amidst the occasional crack of thunder that shook the old house and organized sleeping arrangements. It was decided that the girls would split into pairs while the three older women would have a bed each. As for clothing for sleeping, John, the architect by trade had acquired a number of free t-shirts of the one size fits all variety, in other words extra large. He never wore them because they all had logo’s on them that proclaimed such things as “Roofer’s bang harder” and “Plumbers like it wet” He had them stored in boxes in his room amongst his other clothes and the women soon noticed they had absorbed some of his personal scent. They all decided to wear his make-shift pajamas and looked sexy in the oversized shirts that in most cases overhung their bums. Their tits swung and swayed beneath the thin material. On the six foot Mia however, it came to mid buttock and with her thong showed off her round large firm ass. She caught John stealing glances at her ass and in consequence would bend over, at the least excuse, to show him more, straightening a bed or picking up a piece of clothing. The house, as usual, wasn’t helping any of them, constantly stirring the already highly charged mix with sexual urges. 

Finally, they all went to their respective beds, supposedly to sleep. Soon all was quiet except for the continued pounding on the roof as sheets of rain fell across it. Distant thunder growled except for the occasional house shaking crack announcing it was a large storm and still overhead. The girls when they thought all were asleep had snuck into each other’s rooms until they were all gathered in one discussing and rejecting endless plans in how to seduce John that night. Phoebe on a similar mission was on her way to Jane’s room to discuss possibilities when she heard the giggles and murmuring coming from one of the rooms the girls occupied. She shamelessly stood outside of the door and listened to their fantasies of ravaging John. She was favorably disposed towards these girls because of what they had done during their “lunch break” and knew John had eyed more than one of them. With her mind made up, helped by the house, she gently knocked on the door and walked in. The room went silent when Phoebe walked in. 

She smiled and asked, “Could I sit on the edge of the bed?” Then she looked around the room and with a smile said, “You’re making it far too complicated. John is a sexy man not that much older than you. I’ve seen him watch you all today and I know he’d like to get into your pants too. You girls are just going to have to help him over the hump that you’re younger than he is. Believe me there won’t be much resistance, so the flimsiest excuse will do. I’ve noticed you’re all afraid of lightning.”

They all snorted in derision and Mia said, “None of us are afraid of lightening!” 

“Mia, think about it,” Phoebe responded, “what would a poor frightened girl do, but run to the only man in the house for protection when all that lightening flashes. I suggest you lose the panties because he sleeps in the nude, don’t give him a chance to say no, just crawl into bed with him making sure he sees some bare pussy so that he knows everyone’s on an equal footing. I think you should send Jean first because he likes her mind and will accept her excuse and send Mia last because he’s lusting after her ass. And Jean don’t be afraid to snuggle tight against him.” Phoebe called to Jean’s retreating back, a small thong lay abandoned on the floor. 

Jean literally danced up the stairs her knockers knocking as she ran. She burst through John’s door and announced, “Lightening, scared.”  

John glanced up from his copy of Architects Digest to find Jean already crawling into his bed her hairy snatch quite visible while she did. She immediately clamped her body against his, shivering. He thought the shivers were because of her fear; she knew that they were shivers of lust, because Phoebe had been right his body was so wonderfully naked. He sought to kiss her on the forehead to comfort her but as his mouth descended, her mouth met his in a long deep initiating kiss. She wouldn’t allow him to break it and soon his cock was imitating a spike. He felt her soft warm boobs, so thinly covered, pressed hard against his chest. His hands stole to her ass to hold her tightly to him. As soon as she felt his hands begin to fondle her bum, she took his maleness into her small fist and began masturbating him. His body responded and his hips strained to place more of his hot aching cock into the small stroking hand. He was on fire he needed to fuck. He rolled her on to her back and took the t-shirt he had loaned her by its hem. Suddenly his hands jerked apart tearing the shirt from waist to neck turning it into an open vest that bared her feminine flesh. The nipples turgid the mounds of flesh were soft, succulent, opulent, waiting for their ravishment. As he prepared to mount her one forefinger came up and wagged from side to side, then down it went and pointed at her pubic hair. He looked closely and discovered a tattoo embedded in her hair. It said “Fuck hole” with an arrow just below it pointing downwards. 

He laughed and said “I think I could have found it without all that talk,” he said, falling into her little trap.

There was glee in her eyes when once again her forefinger came up to wag from side to side and then more carefully point to her pubic hair covered message. Looking more closely John saw a small coma and then read correctly, “Fuck, hole.” He roared with laughter more at her mischievous grin than her written instructions but nevertheless slide deep into the fuck hole as her arms and legs came up to hold him while he followed her instructions. Then with a wordiness he hadn’t heard from her before and with laughter in her voice she whispered in his ear, “like most men, can’t read instructions.” Her hips then sought deeper penetration. The thunder continued to crack overhead and the lighting to flash occasionally brightly illuminating the withering, fucking bodies, overwhelming the small reading lamp by his bed. Sporadically his cock would bottom in her just as the thunder roared, further heightening Jean’s sense that this was the finest fucking of her life. She opened herself to him like never before allowing his body to find a depth in her that brought out her passion. More vocal in her loving than ever in her speech, she cried out her exhilaration amongst the noises of the storm. Neither one of them in the frenzy of their copulation heard little Wendy enter the room. She stood silently watching, knowing she had been impatient and come too soon, but she didn’t want to leave enjoying the wonderful sight of heaving bodies that finally convulsed in orgasmic bliss. Bodies slowly tamed by satisfaction. 

The house understood Wendy’s needs, pumped a little scent into the air, and sent erotic urges to John’s body maintaining his interest in all things sexual as it gathered the pheromones left by the recent coupling. The house liked how the night was progressing helped in part by its accomplice Phoebe. Wanting Phoebe to receive her own rewards it sent erotic dreams to Jane suggesting Phoebe’s ravishment by tongue and clit, knowing she would soon awaken, hot and needy for Phoebe’s wild wet heat. 

John, finally sensing another presence in the room, turned and looked at Wendy. Wendy as soon as John took notice of her forgot all about Phoebe’s suggested excuse. She simply grabbed the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it over her head setting her boobs to bounce as they fell free. She crawled into bed rolling him over on his back and mounted him in the immediacy of her need. She had really wanted to stuff his maleness into her asshole, but not knowing John’s proclivity in that department, decided not to risk it, and slipped him into the wet slippery hole instead. Jean moved over on the bed annoyed that her friend had come too soon and decided that watching them fuck would be sufficient payback. Wendy’s clit was aching with need and she ground it against John’s pubic bone, feeling the hairiness between them. John soon took her waist in his strong hands forcing her to lift and fall on his penetrating cock building passion within them both. When he was satisfied with the rhythm, he changed his grip so that one hand held a rounded, muscular buttock maintaining the motion he had instilled, while the other griped a soft succulent tit. Still not quite satisfied he pulled the tit down to his mouth and suckled on the fat nipple and the surrounding areola. Wendy felt the first soupcons of impending orgasm and slowed trying to extend the pleasure. 

The house would have none of that, pumping more scent into the air compelling Wendy’s hairy gash to further efforts. It knew that Mary was already on the stairs coming for her turn at the only male in the house. The house was enjoying the activity, for it knew that Jane had now awakened feeling horny and wanted Phoebe’s hot wet hairy hole. It sent sexual urges floating through the house heating an already sexually charged mix, making the still waiting girls squirm and touch themselves to relieve some of the sexual tension. Jane left her warm bed in search of something even warmer. Phoebe’s hot cunt! It was then that Cynthia began to dream of a withering mass of female flesh whose ownership and form she couldn’t quite make out. However, the dreams aroused her in her sleep.

It was just as Mary entered the room that Wendy began to scream out the ecstasy of her orgasm and John loaded her with hot white cream some of which oozed down her thighs. Swampy with her own exudate and John’s cum she rolled off of him making way for the advancing Mary who was struggling to get the hem of her t-shirt over her melon sized boobs. Her little padlock still hung between them, her blonde pubes too anxious to undergo the unlocking. They rolled and swayed as she climbed into bed, and John now recognizing his role in all this, took her in his arms. He rolled on top of her sliding deeply into her as he did so, driven with the lust that the house was now creating in everyone. Jean took the freshly creamed Wendy and buried her face between her legs as she straddled Wendy’s face assuming the sixty-nine position knowing her own cunt still held much of John’s first cum of the evening, thick and sticky. Wendy‘s tongue curled in Jean’s cunt hooking gobs of sexual goo that she pulled into her own mouth to savor. 

Both girls could feel John and Mary rutting on the bed beside them but were too entranced with each other’s hot swampy mix to pay attention. John pistoning cock caused bellies to slap and Mary’s cunt to fart crudely expelling the air the impassioned screwing had pumped into her. While her pussy farted and fucked building the sexual tension that now all in the house felt with maybe the exception of the still sleeping but highly aroused Cynthia, Sue climbed the stairs wanting to become John’s next willing victim. Sue watched as the two humped listening to the noises Mary’s body made. Sucking slurping wet sounds intermixed with the wet flatulent sounds of air escaping around John’s plunging prick. Sue pulled the t-shirt over her head letting it drop to the floor, before grasping one of her breasts and lifting it so she could suckle on her own nipple as the fingers of her other hand played amongst the curls over her pussy. She loved the sounds that Mary’s body was making, the fucking became even more frenzied as orgasm approached. It sounded so deliciously wet that she wanted to suck Mary’s juices from John’s prick. When her own finger finally entered herself she found herself exceedingly juicy. She wondered if John would enjoy her flavor, for she planed to have him drain her of her juices. Abruptly Mary’s body arched beneath John’s driving him deep as orgasmic spasms filled her cunt not only with her rapture, but also with John’s cum. 




The House Ch. 08



Minerva looked around for the owner of the voice but didn't see anyone. 

"Oh fuck" she swore as she began to realize that there were things going on around her that had nothing to do with morphine but everything to do with the house and the woods. Why she didn't see it sooner she didn't know except that she had never really believed in the supernatural and at this point in time it really didn't matter. These woods, she realized were haunted and for whatever reason, they wanted her. 

Minerva remembered that on some of the television shows that she watched, the investigators tried to talk to the spirits. She remembered laughing at them and calling them idiots because they really expected the spirits to answer. Until this very minute, Minerva would have denied believing in ghosts and spirits but too much weird shit had been happening and it got worse after she came into the woods that first time.

"Ummm, Mister or Miss Ghost?" Minerva said feeling silly. "I don't know what it is you want with me but I can't help you."

Minerva waited for a response of some kind, when none came, she continued.

"Can you hear me? I can't help you."

The entity standing in front of Minerva didn't reply. He wanted to hear what else she had to say. The others started to move closer but stopped when he looked at them.

"This is bullshit!" Minerva said out loud but she tried again. She was about to ask the unseen spirits how she could help them but something stopped her, she sensed that it would be the wrong thing to say instead she asked, "What do you want?"

*******

Dwight was on his way back to the house when he stopped.

"What in the hell am I doing?" he asked himself. He turned around and headed back in the direction that he had just come from. Minerva was in those woods and he sure as hell wasn't going to leave her there.

"Shit!" Henry swore as he watched Dwight turn around and head back toward the oddly shaped tree. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on the tree several feet in front of Dwight and made the branch fall in front of him. It startled Dwight but only slowed him down for a moment, Henry vanished to the where Sadie and Aaron stood talking.

"Sir! The man, he's on his way back!"

Aaron, rolled his eyes, vanished and intercepted Dwight.

"Dwight! I am Aaron Richards lord of the house and these woods, I command you to go to the house and stay there until I call for you."

Aaron watched as Dwight tried to fight the command and then finally gave up. Aaron felt badly for him but he needed to concentrate all of his efforts on Minerva and getting her out of the woods. Aaron waited until he was sure that Dwight wasn't going to turn around again before going back to the misshapen tree, he couldn't afford any more distractions.

"Henry, what do you know about this place?" Aaron asked.

"Not much sir." Henry replied. "I don't come back here much but it's like Sadie here says, it's supposed to be an Indian burial ground and supposedly a place where they hung people black and white both."

As much as he wanted to get Minerva out, Aaron wasn't about to go rushing into the clearing without knowing who or what he was dealing with. He knew that he was going to have to go into the clearing at some point because he knew that calling whatever it was out wouldn't work unless it was going to benefit it somehow, but still he would try.

"My name is Aaron Richards, I am lord of the house and these woods, I command you to show yourself!"

********

The entity looked away from Minerva and looked toward the sound of Aaron's voice. After several seconds he chuckled and turned his attention back to Minerva who was still sitting on the ground in the same spot. He didn't speak to her again and commanded the others to maintain their silence as he had no desire for her to be driven insane just yet.

Millicent approached the entity with caution; he as well as Aaron could banish anyone that he wasn't pleased with. The only exception to that was Aaron and only because Aaron owned the woods and the house.

"Sebastian, may I speak?" she asked with a reverence that was rare for her.

"You may."

"I must warn you, do not underestimate Aaron Richards." Millicent said. "While it is true that he is new to his power, it is power that he has always had and never really cared about until the woman came along. He cares for her and that is his greatest strength, he just doesn't know it yet."

"Are you saying that he is more powerful than I that I need your warnings?"

"N...no." Millicent stammered. "I was just informing you." she added nervously.

"Since you seem to be full of so much information," Sebastian said, "what do you know about this woman? Why does he care for her so much?" he asked.

"Nothing really and why he cares for her? I don't know." Millicent replied. "I didn't think it important enough to concern you with."

Sebastian grabbed Millicent by her arms and shook her, "It isn't your place to determine what I would think of as being important!" he said and threw her on the ground.

Millicent scooted back toward the other spirits and stood up. She had come to hate Sebastian as much as she had once loved him. The closer he came to getting what he wanted the crueler he had become but now he wanted Aaron's woman too. She saw it in the way he looked at her, he meant for the woman to replace her when he got what he wanted.

Sebastian looked at Minerva and sat down next to her, she would do well as a partner he thought as he reached to touch a braid that had worked its way loose from the ponytail that she had just fixed. He felt her sexuality and knew that she was a very passionate woman unlike Millicent who held still maintained the opinions of sex that were common for their day. He watched as his finger passed through the braid and tried to make his finger more solid so that he could feel it, becoming frustrated when he failed.

******

Minerva suddenly shuddered; she had just experienced the most repulsive feeling. She looked around again and decided that she was leaving the clearing, she couldn't stay here. She got up to her feet wincing at the pain in her ankle which had finally settled down some, her wrist however, was another matter; she would kill for a shot of morphine.

She headed in the direction that she thought she came from and stopped, it was completely overgrown. It didn't take her long to realize that she was trapped within the clearing. Minerva fought back her panic and wondered where Dwight was. It occurred to her once again that she wasn't hearing any of the nocturnal sounds of the woods; she sat down again, this time on a log to weigh her options.

******

Aaron stood in front of the tree debating what to do, he finally made a decision, he had to get rid of everything that was helping the entity that was holding Minerva. Once again he called them to him and as they appeared, he banished them to the worst places that he could think of on the spur of the moment. The last to appear was Millicent; she looked at Aaron and smiled at him.

"You don't have the power to send me anywhere other than where you send others." she said snidely and prepared to vanish.

"He don't but I does." Sadie said as she stepped forward.

"You?" Millicent laughed. "Even if that were true, you wouldn't have the gumption to do it."

Sadie moved closer to Millicent and smiled at her sadly.

"You really were my friend." she said before she began to speak the words that would send Millicent away powerless.

Millicent's eyes widened as she understood what was happening to her.

"Sadie, please don't.... I was only having some fun!"

"Wait!" Aaron said. "I want to know about the entity and what his plans are for Minerva."

Sadie stopped the spell, "Tell him." she demanded.

"Will you let me go if I do?" Millicent countered.

"No, but you will tell me because I demand it." Aaron said answering Sadie's unspoken question.

Millicent looked at Sadie and then back at Aaron.

"Let's talk about this." Millicent said smoothly. "I tell you what you want to know and you bind my powers for oh let's say 200 years and I swear to stay away from your damned woods and house."

"NO!" Aaron roared but not in anger, "YOU WILL TELL ME NOW!"

Sadie, Henry and every other spirit and being jumped at the command in Aaron's voice. Millicent lost the coy expression on her face and at that moment was more afraid of Aaron than she had ever been of Sebastian even though he couldn't hurt her in the way that Sadie could and would do.

Millicent looked at Sadie and said, "Finally, the little mouse comes out of her hidey hole."

Aaron felt himself losing patience and pulled himself back under control, the existence of Minerva and everyone and everything living in his woods depended on his maintaining control.

"Who has Minerva?" Aaron asked calmly.

*******

Sebastian whirled around just in time to see Millicent vanish and cursed. He needed her for one last task but no matter, he could do without her. Aaron, he realized was quite powerful in order to command so many spirits at one time and then to banish them all so quickly. He was quite certain that's what happened to them because it's what he would have done himself but he would have done it much sooner. Aaron was learning though and Millicent had been right in her warning, he shouldn't underestimate him, the key however was the woman. As long as he had the woman, he had some control over Aaron.

******

Dwight sat in the kitchen watching the clock; he had been waiting for exactly one hour. He had heard no other voice other than Aaron's and that had been almost two hours ago. He stood, walked to the back door, turned around and went back to the chair. He knew what Aaron demanded he do but he couldn't just wait here, Minerva could be lost or hurt again and even worse, dead. The desire and need to help Minerva was enough to override Aaron's command and Dwight's fear of the clearing.

As he had before, Dwight ran up the stairs and found a carry on bag and began to pack it with whatever first side supplies that he could find, warm socks and a pair of tennis shoes. He remembered that Minerva had been wearing bedroom slippers when they left his house.

He carried the bag back down to the kitchen and loaded it with water, a jar of peanut butter, crackers and canned fruit remembering to take spoons to eat it with. At the last minute, he picked up Minerva's cell phone and threw it in the bag as well.

On his way out, he grabbed the flashlight sitting on the counter. He checked to make sure that it was working and ran out of the door. The closer to the woods he got, the more nervous he became and braced himself for the onslaught of voices and was shocked when he didn't hear them. He urged himself to be cautious, that they could start speaking to him at anytime. 

******

Millicent looked at Aaron and was going to try to bargain with him again but changed her mind, it would have been useless. Sadie, it seemed had found it within herself to break a rule, she had given Aaron a piece of information, that would explain the increased effort on his part to remain calm.

"I am only going to ask you this one more time." Aaron said calmly, "who has Minerva?"

"Sebastian Preston." Millicent replied.

Aaron stared at Millicent, "Sebastian Preston?" he asked.

"Yes." Millicent said softly.

Aaron remembered Sebastian, his family owned the house and land before he and his family did. The Preston's had fallen on hard times and sold the house and land to Aaron's family several years before the war and then moved to a more modest home. Over the years, the Preston's had managed to reverse their luck and offered to buy the house and property back offering more than it was worth but Selena, Aaron's mother liked the house and his father refused to sell. From that point on, there were numerous offers all of which had been rejected much to the ire of the Preston's.

Sebastian was the oldest of the Preston boys and the house had the family kept it was supposed to have been his legacy to pass on to his children and they to theirs. Aaron lost track of them when the war started but knew that Sebastian and all four of his brothers had enlisted. Of the five of them, Sebastian was the only one who made it home only to die a short time later from an infection.

In order for his spirit to be here and for him to have the power that he did, he had to have been buried here. Once again Aaron cursed himself for not knowing about his woods as it was becoming clear what was happening. Sebastian still wanted what he considered to be his and that also included Minerva since she was now a part of the house and he needed her to gain access.

"Does he plan to harm Minerva?" Aaron asked and braced himself for the answer.

"Not at this point, he needs her but.... He does want her." Millicent said.

Aaron didn't have to ask for clarification, he knew exactly what Sebastian wanted. It was the same thing that he wanted but with a major difference, Sebastian didn't care for Minerva and would hurt her. Another question had been answered as well; Sebastian was limited to this part of the woods. That's why he hadn't tried to gain control of the woods and the house earlier. Again, that's where Minerva came in, he needed her and as long as he needed her, she was relatively safe. Aaron also assumed that while Sebastian could talk to Minerva, he couldn't touch her so she was safe in that way as well. It gave him some time to decide how best to deal with Sebastian. Could he be banished like the others? Could Sebastian banish him? He suspected not but he had to know for certain.

"Sadie, can I banish Sebastian?" he asked.

"Yessir as long as he don't have the house and Minerva." Sadie replied.

"Is Minerva the only way that he can leave this area?"

"Yessir, but she has to be alive for him to use her." Sadie replied no longer worried about being punished.

Aaron turned back to Millicent, "What were you getting out of helping him?" he asked.

"I was supposed to rule the woods with him." Millicent replied. "But I know now that he lied, that was never his intent."

"What were his plans after he succeeded in getting to the house?" Aaron asked.

Millicent was more forthcoming with information since she had nothing left to gain or lose except a little mercy on the part of Aaron and now Sadie.

"He was going to banish you and claim the house, the woods and Minerva as his. Life as it is would have ended, anyone who disagreed with him would be banished and no human who ventured into these would be safe."

Aaron gave Millicent a thoughtful look and then looked at Sadie.

"How long can her powers be bound for?" he asked.

"For as long as you want." Sadie replied.

"Alright." Aaron said after several minutes, "Your powers are to be bound for eight-hundred years and you will be banished never to return to these woods or my home, the moment that you do, you will be sent to wherever Sadie decides to send you and your powers will be bound forever. Do you agree to my terms?"

Millicent wept with relief, she had heard about some of the places that witches were sent to, they were places that nightmares were based on.

"I agree!" she exclaimed eagerly not believing her luck.

Aaron nodded at Sadie who began the spell to bind Millicent's powers, moments later it was done. A moment later, Millicent was gone banished to a battlefield hospital. Where she sent from there was up to her just so it wasn't Aaron's woods.

******

Dwight readjusted the overnight bag on his shoulder and looked around, there wouldn't be any pieces of bright pink yarn to follow this time but he didn't need it, he knew exactly where Minerva was. He was surprised that he still hadn't heard the voices and wondered what it meant; he like Minerva had come to realize that there were supernatural forces at work but unlike Minerva, he had always believed in such things; that was why the woods had always frightened him.

With a dry mouth and a pounding heart, Dwight started walking again and didn't stop until he was standing in front of the misshapen tree next to Aaron.

******

Aaron knew that Dwight was coming but decided not to stop him. Most of the danger to him had been eliminated when the spirits aiding Sebastian had been banished and he would be needed to help Minerva once she was freed from Sebastian.

Aaron didn't know if Sebastian would hear him when he spoke to Minerva but he decided that it wouldn't matter, either way he had to get Minerva out of the clearing.

"Minerva." Aaron said softly. "Try not to be afraid, I am coming for you." he wanted to say more but didn't.

Sadie threw her hands up in the air and resisted the urge to smack him. All he had to do was say what was in his heart, what was so hard about that? She wondered.

*****

Minerva was getting cold, she was hungry and thirsty and more than a little frightened. She hadn't heard any voices for a while now and was on the way to convincing herself that she had imagined the whole thing when Aaron spoke to her.

"Damn!" she cursed, "I almost had myself convinced." she muttered. She still didn't understand everything that was happening but knew that somehow she was at the center of it, her and the house. She thought about Dwight and hoped that he was somewhere safe. When this thing was over, they had to talk about them and what he thought was going to happen. As for herself, she was a realist, what she felt for Dwight wasn't the issue but what he felt for her was; that and his kids. She had never wanted to have children and that included someone else's kids but then again, Dwight's kids were almost adults and that made a difference. His ex was another matter, she could make life very difficult and Minerva wasn't about to spend the rest of her life fighting with a psycho ex no matter how much she might love the man.

Minerva moved to a more comfortable position and closed her eyes. There was nothing else that she could do until morning when she could see where she was going. As she nodded off she heard Aaron in her head again assuring her that he was coming for her. The picture of Aaron flashed in her mind and she sat up, "no fucking way!" she exclaimed.

*******

Sebastian watched Minerva as she began putting the pieces together; he had to get her to offer to help him. That was where Millicent was going to be helpful but she was gone.

He moved closer to Minerva and spoke in what he considered to be a seductive voice.

"Minerva, I am Sebastian Preston. I am the lord and master of these woods."

For the first time since she first entered the woods, Minerva talked with a spirit.

"Now wait a goddamned minute! I own the house and these damned woods not Aaron Richards and sure as hell not you!" she said her voice filled with anger.

A piece of the puzzle clicked into place for Sebastian, neither he or Aaron had full control of anything without the woman. She belonged here and she had just claimed the woods and the house as hers. One of them had to fuck her in order to take full control and not only that, if he Sebastian was the one to do it, he couldn't kill her, if he did; he would lose everything. There was another major problem, how did a ghost fuck a human? Then it came to him, the human male.

"Dwight, come to me." Sebastian whispered.

******

All of them heard Dwight being called. Aaron cursed and moved to reassert his control over Dwight. He had just figured out what he needed to do to save Minerva and maintain control of the house and woods but Sebastian had also figured out what he needed in order to take control but he was missing one key element, he didn't care about or care for Minerva, to him, she was just a piece of the puzzle that he needed to complete the picture. Aaron hoped that even if Sebastian managed to have sex with Minerva that that one detail would be enough to keep him from taking control. It was clear that Sebastian knew that he himself was physically unable to fuck Minerva, which was why he was calling Dwight.




The House Ch. 08



******

Dwight jumped when he heard the voice in his head, "Dwight, come to me, Minerva needs you."

"Minerva?" Dwight called softly as he started toward the clearing. When he reached the tree, he felt as if he had just walked into a brick wall.

"You will obey no one but me." Aaron said standing in front of Dwight. "Do you understand?"

"But Minerva, she's in there and needs help." Dwight replied.

"If you go to her, you will die; the entity in there will kill you after he has used you to fuck her." Aaron replied coldly, "Now, go sit your ass down until I call for you and do not disobey me!" Aaron demanded, his tone daring Dwight to contradict him.

Dwight opened and then closed his mouth, turned around, walked back to where he had dropped the overnight bag and sat down on the ground.

******

Sebastian waited for Dwight to come into the clearing, when it didn't happen; he called to him again but got Aaron instead.

"Hello Sebastian."

"Aaron. I wish that I could say that it is a pleasure to speak with you again." Sebastian replied.

"I don't care to speak with you either so just give me what is mine and we can end this unpleasantness." Aaron replied.

"You don't really believe that I would just hand the woman over to you did you?" Sebastian asked his voice filled with amusement.

"No, I'm not that stupid; I just thought that I would ask." Aaron replied as he appeared in front of Sebastian. He looked down at Minerva who didn't look any the worse for wear and then back at Sebastian. "It's good that you haven't harmed her." he said leaving the threat unspoken.

"It seems that we have ourselves a Mexican standoff" Sebastian said with a grin.

"No, not really." Aaron said as he reached down and touched one of Minerva's loose braids.

The grin left Sebastian's face as he watched Aaron toy with the same braid that he himself had tried unsuccessfully to touch.

"You.... You can touch her." Sebastian murmured. And then he understood the implications of what was happening. "No!" he screamed causing a wind to stir. The trees around the clearing began dropping branches which Sebastian aimed at Minerva who was now screaming and trying to protect her head. One of the branches landed on Minerva's shoulder causing her to scream out in pain.

Aaron felt his own anger rising and fought to control it. He blocked out Minerva's screams of pain and panic and focused on Sebastian.

"STOP!" he roared.

The wind died down and the swirling leaves settled on the floor of the clearing. Sebastian looked around and tried to recall the wind, he wanted Minerva dead. Even if he was banished, Aaron would never fully control the woods and the house and that would have to do.

The wind picked up again but without the strength of before. Aaron stopped the wind easily and walked over to Sebastian.

"You have lost and are forever banished from these woods, you will wander through time with no place to call home, and you will not interact with any other beings human or otherwise. Now leave our woods!"

Sebastian gave Aaron a hate filled and furious glare.

"This isn't over, I will be back someday, maybe not soon but mark my words, you and that bitch will see me again!" Sebastian said as he vanished from sight.

*****

Minerva knew that something was happening even if she couldn't see it. She felt her braid being touched but she didn't know who was touching it and she didn't want to know. She now understood that there was a dispute between two entities and that it involved the house, the woods and her. She still wasn't sure of what she had to do with any of it unless she was like an appliance that came with the house.

As soon as the wind that seemed to come from nowhere picked up, Minerva covered her head and screamed as a branch hit her on the shoulder. One of the entities was royally pissed off and if she had to guess she would say that it was probably the one who called himself Sebastian. 

Suddenly, the wind stopped only to resume a moment later but with less strength and then it stopped again. Minerva uncovered her head and looked around; shocked to see the number of branches that had fallen around her and that some of them were large enough that they could have killed her if they had landed on her.

"Umm Aaron? If you're still here, thanks." she said not feeling in the least bit stupid but glad to be alive.

*******

Dwight jumped up when he heard Aaron's voice telling him to come help Minerva. He picked up the bag and went to the tree bracing himself for the rush of fear that he always experienced when he was close to it. This time, there was no fear, there wasn't.... anything. He didn't feel the badness of the place that he had before, there was a peace about the place that hadn't been there before.

Dwight stepped into the clearing, took stock of all of the branches that surrounded Minerva and realized just as she did how easily she could have been killed.

"Minerva? Are you alright?" Dwight asked as he rushed over with the bag.

"I.... I think so. Dwight, these woods, they're haunted." Minerva blurted out.

"I know honey." Dwight said as he opened a bottle of water and handed it to her.

"I could have died here!" Minerva said beginning to shake as reality set in.

Dwight took the water bottle from her and hugged her.

"But you didn't and you're going to be fine." he assured her.

Their relationship had just changed. Both of them felt it but neither commented on it, it wasn't the place or the time. When she was safe, they would part as good friends and they would never talk about what might have happened between them if it weren't for the house and Dwight's children.

Dwight built a fire and settled in next to Minerva putting an arm around her.

"Forgot the marshmallows again didn't you?" she teased a little tearfully.

"I guess so." Dwight replied quietly. "Minerva...'

"Dwight, it's alright." Minerva said interrupting him.

Dwight was awake long after Minerva fell asleep trying to figure out a way that he could have her and the kids both. He could only come up with two options and neither of them would be fair to her, the one would be to ask her to wait until the kids were old enough to make their own decisions which wouldn't be for another two years, the other which tied into the first would be for them to be together in secret until the kids were adults. Dwight closed his eyes knowing that he would ask her to do neither.

******

Aaron sat on the other side if Minerva wanting to put his arm around her as Dwight was doing. He could see that Dwight loved her and understood that to some degree Minerva loved him too but Dwight wasn't who she was meant to be with, and they all knew it.

Now that she was safe, Aaron had to find a way to make love to her, not fuck her as he had wanted to do earlier but make love to her. He had feelings for her he finally admitted to himself, love may have been too strong a word for it but it wasn't far off.

Sadie appeared next to Aaron and sat down.

"It look like she's alright." she said softly.

"She is thanks to your help." Aaron said.

"You ain't figured it out yet has ya?" Sadie asked.

Aaron frowned.

"Good lord man!" Sadie exclaimed and slapped Aaron on the side of his head.

"What the fuck?" Aaron exclaimed but Sadie was gone.

Henry stood by watching and trying hard not to laugh. He like Sadie wasn't bound by any rules that prohibited him from helping Aaron.

"Sir?" He called out to Aaron.

"What is it?" Aaron asked still puzzled over why Sadie hit him.

"I don't claim to know much about women and all but I think Sadie was trying to tell you somethin." Henry said.

"Couldn't she have just said it instead of whacking me on the head?" Aaron growled.

"I don't think so sir." Henry replied.

"And I suppose you think that you know what it is that Sadie was trying to tell me?" Aaron asked crossly.

"I think I do. Permission to speak freely sir?"

"Go on, spit it out." Aaron grumbled.

"This is just a guess mind you but I think you need to tell Miss Minerva how you feel about her." Henry said and then fell silent.

Aaron looked at Henry and then at Minerva. Another piece of the puzzle clicked into place as he thought about the past few days, it was all connected and Henry, he realized was right. He wouldn't tell her now he decided; she and Dwight had some unfinished business.

The next morning Dwight woke Minerva up with a kiss to the head. After he got her to the hospital and then home, he wouldn't see her again unless it was in passing but he was going to have his say.

"Minerva, I need for you to understand something, I didn't want to be with you because I wanted to experiment or to make a mark in my belt. I was with you because I find you beautiful, intelligent and sexier than any woman that I've ever been with. I fell in love with you without really meaning to and I spent last night trying to figure out how I could have both you and my kids." Dwight paused for a moment and then continued. "I came up with two options and none of them are things that I would ask you to do and well, if I can't be seen with you openly, then I'd rather not be seen with you at all. The kids will be of legal age in a couple of years and if you're still available maybe we can pick up where we left off or start over. I just wanted you to know how I felt about you."

Minerva's eyes burned and she didn't know what to say. She cared for Dwight and she definitely didn't want him to jeopardize his relationship with his kids because of her but.... She didn't love him at least not enough to promise him that she would wait for two years until his kids had grown up but she did love him enough to give him a maybe. "Dwight, two years is a long time and who knows? You might meet someone else." Minerva said. "And just for the record, I never felt like an experiment in interracial relations with you and I loved being with you. We'll just have to wait and see where we are in two years and go from there."

Dwight kissed Minerva and touched her face, "You really are some kind of woman." he murmured.

A few minutes later, he took off to get help leaving Minerva alone in the clearing. Minerva munched on peanut butter and crackers while she waited for Dwight to come back with help. She looked around the clearing and saw the possibilities, "Japanese lanterns." she murmured, "Bon fire and marshmallows." she said forgetting her promise to herself to never step into the woods again.

By the time Dwight got back with help, Minerva had a menu planned for a cook out that she would invite the neighbors whom she had never met to. She found it odd that after all that she had been through, that she wanted to stay. The only explanation that she could come up with was that she felt like she was home even if there were ghosts.

Aaron let out a sigh of relief, he was afraid that Minerva would leave him and the house. He hadn't stopped thinking about what Henry told him last night and wondered how much of a difference her knowing how he felt about her would really make.

"You might be surprised." Sadie said as she appeared next to him. "Look at your hand." she urged.

Aaron looked down at his hand not sure of what he'd find. He stared at it for several seconds and swallowed hard, his hand had some substance to it. He looked at Sadie and then back at his hand.

"Sadie?" he asked.

"You always could do that, you can even look as human as the man that was here." she said.

"Are you saying that I can become solid?" Aaron asked incredulous.

"Yessir but...."

"I know, you can't tell me how." Aaron finished for her.

******

"Minerva! We're back!" Dwight called into the clearing.

It was the same group of EMTs as the last time who came back with him. This time, Dwight didn't greet her with a kiss but he did hold her hand as she was carried out of the woods on a stretcher. The same doctor that saw her the last time saw her again.

"What is it with you and those woods?" he teased as he examined her wrist, ankle and shoulder.

"I don't know." Minerva said in response. "I guess I'm a glutton for punishment." 

"Well, you're just fine but you need a few more days off of that ankle and for god's sake, stay out of the woods!" The doctor said with a smile.

Dwight took Minerva home and told her that he'd be back with her things in a day or so.

"Call me if you need anything." Dwight said.

Minerva agreed knowing that she wouldn't call him. She half hopped and half hobbled on her good foot to the living room, she would try to navigate the stairs later. As she plopped down on the couch, she saw the picture of Aaron and Clara. Minerva picked it up and looked at it closely and spoke out loud, "Were you really there?" she asked. 

"I was." a voice said from behind her.

Minerva turned around and looked at the solid form of Aaron Richards and fainted.



The House Ch. 08



She made way for Sue and the other two girls began to consume her body, stealing the rich white cum that only moments ago she had worked so hard to acquire. Sue straddled his face taking the wet juicy cock into her mouth savoring the flavor of a cock that in the past hour had satiated the desires of not one but three demanding horny women. John’s tongue split her floppy flaps tasting her wet need, sending shivers of sexual desire coursing through her body like liquid fire. Sue almost immediately realized that she had made a mistake. His tongue was not enough! She needed cock deep in her, spreading her, stretching her, filling her, taking its orgasmic pleasure from her as it gave its own. She turned on his body, her taste requirements already satisfied, and taking his cock in hand centered him before allowing her body to drop taking him into her warm soft wetness. John understood that his performance was like never before, but believed that it was because he was being besieged by woman after woman, never for a moment attributing anything to the old house. 

The old house shivered its timbers, creaked and groaned, rattled it pipes in its ecstasy. It sent Mia and Julie who were now on the stairs, not waiting for each other’s turns, too impatiently needy. The small pile of thongs on the bedroom floor a testament to the house’s abilities to sexually provoke. It gathered the abundance of pheromones that now permeated the air. Its presence hovered over Jane and Phoebe as they fucked each other hard. Clit on clit scissored between each other’s legs, humping each other’s pussies. They demanded orgasmic release, pheromones pumping from their bodies, sweat pouring from their pores, slimy goo sliding from their pussies. They humped and heaved at each other and as release came, they turned and drank from each other’s core.

Upstairs Mia and Julie crawled into what little space was left on the bed, playing with their own and each other’s pussies as they watched Sue’s ass work John’s cock. Her cunt lips moved with each thrust, holding on to his prick as she pulled upward forming a tube around him. Her cunt lips tightened on the downward stroke to squeeze his cock with her warmth and wetness. Her bum moved faster and faster, while she sought his creamy cum. Soon her cries of passion filled the room as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss filled her belly and burned her tits. The final joy being the feel of John’s cum splash against the spastic walls of her cunt sending her into ecstasy. Jean took her cunt, with her mouth, just as she lifted herself off John, not allowing one drop of the precious commingled juices to spill. Rolling her away from the other girls as though jealous that they may try to steal the content of Sue’s cunt, keeping the juices that now began to flow down her throat to herself. She presented herself to Sue’s questing mouth enjoying the feel of tongue splitting her floppy folds. 

Julie began to crawl up John’s body allowing his prick to slide over her pussy as she past. She left a wet trail up his belly and chest as she finally reached her goal. Mia followed her up John’s body between the two sixty-nining couples that lay on ether side to slide his pecker deep while Julie settled on his tongue. John’s nose was touching the tiny tattooed rose as though he smelt its fragrance. But the fragrance he smelled was not emanating from the rose but from Julie’s flower of love where his tongue tasted the nectar as well. The fragrance consumed his mind with passion aided by the sensation of Mia’s descending warm wet cunt. It felt wonderful because his cock had cooled through the evaporation of the juices on it as he had waited for the next onslaught. Now her cunt felt hot on his cock’s skin as it slide down his pole seeking the instinctive deep penetration. Soft passionate moans filled the air around them attesting to the wonderful satisfaction that each felt, so unlike the cold fuck of the afternoon. Suddenly the skies opened with the largest bolt of lightening of the night followed instantly by a crack of deafening thunder. The lightening illuminated the withering mass of fucking flesh that surrounded John on his bed allowing the house to see its creation as well as hear the ululations of passion that sounded in the night.

It frantically gathered pheromones and sent the vision of the beauty before it to Cynthia’s sleeping mind. Her body now so aroused that it began to orgasm in its sleep sending one of Cynthia’s hands to unconsciously rub her pussy the rest of the night bringing orgasm after orgasm to her sleeping form. Although she would not agree in the morning when Phoebe told of the goings on during the night, in some ways it was the best loving of the night for the house had looked after all within its doors



The House Ch. 09



When Phoebe returned to the library after lunch, she found her friend Chantal there. Chantal had moved to the community recently, and they had become acquainted as she had shown her about the library. There was something about Chantal, which had brought out a feeling of friendship even in the old Phoebe. Phoebe had decided it was the hint of loneliness, no maybe that wasn't quite right; it was an introspection that sometimes left her quiet and withdrawn. No matter, Phoebe had been drawn to her and the faint hint of accent in her voice, plus the beautiful uncommon name hinted at mystery. Phoebe knew she had children at home and a new husband whom she loved. She also knew that he was away a lot leaving behind a woman with a passionate nature. How did Phoebe know all this, because the old Phoebe never hesitated to ask questions and watch what a person reads. Chantal was eclectic in her choice of reading material but if one paid attention it soon became clear that in her choice of fiction whether it be action, mystery or romance, all needed a touch of romance and hence Phoebe's conclusion of passion.

Chantal came frequently to the library in the afternoons, it was her little escape from the real world. She loved fantasies of strong powerful men, the men she found in books, ships captains, swashbucklers at heart, who would ravish her against her will, while with hands voice and mouth she showed them her distain of their boorish behavior. She'd beat them about chest and shoulders with clenched fists while their mouths tried to capture hers. Her breasts mashed against their powerful chests causing thoughts she was trying to oppose. Suddenly a rude invasive hand would slide up her skirt and discover her bald pantiless pussy weeping yes, yes, yes. Her mouth, which up until that moment she had held tightly closed would soften and open allowing his probing tongue, her lips accepting his as his fingers roughly penetrated her loins bringing her animalism to the fore. She didn't take note that these men always seemed as though they had just stepped out of a shower, clean and neat, sweet of breath, and although they would sometimes leave bruises on tender thigh and breast, they never really hurt her. 

Phoebe didn't know about her other reading material after her kids were safely tucked in bed. The erotic stories that her computer's search engines found for her often arousing her to acts of passion. The old Phoebe, if she had known, would have been disgusted and would have ended any semblance of friendship. The new Phoebe was far more tolerant and would have aided her friend in any way she could, if she were interested, because the new Phoebe found her attractive. Phoebe looked around, where was Paul, he had been coming to the library off and on for years, but recently he had been around almost every day and when he saw Chantal, he would ask her if he could sit with her awhile. Chantal had a shy but friendly soul and would always allow him her time and they would chat about the community. Oh, there he was dressed as usual in a shirt and tie headed toward the table that Chantal was sitting at. 

Paul looked down at his newfound friend, recognizing that she was daydreaming again as the book had slipped a little no longer at an angle were it would be comfortable to read, her glasses had also slipped down her nose. She wasn't movie star beautiful, but there was something about her he found attractive, very attractive, because he found himself coming back to see her day after day. He cleared his throat and as usual asked her if he could sit. She glanced up startled. She had been just about ready to spread her legs for her latest mental creation, deep into her fantasy. Upon recognizing him, she smiled and he saw one of the things that had attracted him so, the smile warmed the room. 

He began as usual talking about the community, looking her over as he did, watching the unconscious habit of the finger coming up to push her glasses back into place, finding it cute. Her hair was obviously dyed but a color that went well with her lovely skin possibly adding further to her attractiveness. His own daughters had mouse brown hair that they dyed a light blonde. Her make up, although not what he would call subtle, was artfully applied. He surreptitiously looked at her breasts knowing that most women where capable of noticing anything more than a blink. What he could see of them they seemed to be soft and full. He liked them. He wasn't a tit man though, he had grown out of it early finding strong thighs and a full ass far more interesting. It didn't hurt that his wife of thirty years had had the legs and ass he dreamed of. He was of course far too old for her, his sixty years which his bald head and graying fringe portrayed, disallowed any thought of a romance, but the old can dream as well as the young. He felt he was just about old enough that he could have been her father. He was sure she was on the light side of forty but he knew she had troubles at home and saw some of the concern and care in her eyes that may have aged her, a little, throwing off his guesses. They talked on finally coming around to the garbage bin in front of the old house. While they talked about the possible renovations that were going on, and how nice it would be if they were able to see inside, Phoebe walked by overhearing their conversation.

"Sorry for interrupting," she said, "but I couldn't help overhearing your talk about the old house. The owner is a good friend of mine and I know he would be happy to show you around, here let me give you this," and with that she scribbled a note on a clipboard she had been carrying and passed it to them. The two talked about it, then allowing curiosity to win, took Phoebe's note and began to walk over to the house. 

Paul wanted to take her hand in his as they walked but realized he would be presumptuous to take the hand of this young woman freshly married. The storm of the previous night had left puddles everywhere and the hot afternoon sun turned the atmosphere into a wet sauna, almost a steam bath. If one looked closely one could almost see the moisture rising into the surrounding air. Paul loosened the tie around his neck and undid the collar button. Chantal seeing the relaxation of his dress code undid a couple of buttons at the top of her dress showing a touch of cleavage and a hint of a black lacey bra. She fanned her hand over her bosom adding a different kind of heat to Paul's body. He finally got his wish, taking her hand in his to help her across a rather large puddle, cherishing her softness before giving her, reluctantly, her hand back. They continued walking, he always making sure she walked to his inside, a lifetime habit that he did unconsciously. 

Soon they saw the old house, with its garbage bin still out front. Paul rang the doorbell and they stood waiting for a response, half-wondering why they had come. The house didn't recognize them for neither had been a signatory on the petition, but noting their passionate natures felt it would enjoy their visit. John answered the door with a smile, "How may I help you?" he asked.

Paul, speaking for the both of them explained, "We wouldn't have come, but Ms Wesley the librarian, overheard our conversation as to how much we liked your home, and suggested we do." He handed John the note. "Oh, please excuse my manners, this is my good friend Chantal, and I'm Paul holding out his hand. 

John shook it and then turned to Chantal. "And I'm John," he responded. "Chantal, what a lovely name," he said as he tried it out rolling it on his tongue, "most unusual." He glanced at Phoebe's note and then said "I'm busy on the third floor, but Phoebe says you're good people, why don't you come in, look around, any questions please just come up to the third floor." He held the door wide for them and as they entered, Paul felt a stirring in his loins as he followed Chantal into the old house, she looked especially sexy her body turning him on. He was glad she didn't have one of those model's bodies, skinny, boyish hips, tiny asses, their only redeeming feature their long legs, but even then they didn't have the swelling thighs like, well like Chantal did. Chantal missed her man, and felt more than just a stirring, as her bald, freshly shaved pussy, prepared for sex. She didn't understand why she suddenly missed him so, but she knew it had to be for him. Who else? She didn't know the house was not nearly so selective. Maybe she should start wearing panties again she thought although glad she hadn't worn panty hose that day it was just too damn hot.

John returned to his work on the third floor and the two began to look around the beautiful old place. Chantal still couldn't understand why she suddenly missed her man so much. She glanced at Paul out of the corner of her eye. Could it possibly be because she had grown so fond of the elderly, no mature gentleman who stood beside her? Just then, Paul feeling the heat, not realizing it was sexual heat, removed the tie from around his neck, folded it carefully and slid it into one of his pants pockets. As she watched him do it she couldn't help but notice the rather straight bulge that hide under his fly and traveled upwards to his belt buckle. Her pussy gushed when she saw she was looking at what appeared to be some very nice equipment, already erect and prepared, just as she was. She wanted to touch herself badly, hoping to bring some relief, but there was no relief to be had in front of him so she continued to explore the house with him, her mind leaving her new husband and beginning to concentrate on the man beside her. Chantal loved the kitchen, although she didn't consider herself to be a fantastic cook, she enjoyed preparing meals for her children and new husband. However, if truth be known, the meal she loved to serve her husband the most lay between her legs, always warm and ready as a tasty pleasure for his palate. The thoughts made her wonder if Paul would enjoy that meal as well. 

Exploration of the ground floor complete they climbed to the second floor, Paul following her up the stairs. He watched her ass move with each step. It wasn't the round, well exercised ass of a young thing; it was fuller, softer, and more succulent than that, with a jiggle of its own as she moved up the stairs. She could almost feel his eyes watching her, and wondered for a moment if she were foolish to give it a little bit of extra movement, but did it anyway. They explored the bedrooms and small bathrooms not wanting to trespass behind the door marked private. So they moved to the front of the house and the bedroom that overlooked the street. It happened to be one of the bedrooms where John had already placed a bed in. The window looked out on the street facing south and the hot afternoon sun poured through the window, heating the room like a sauna. Chantal moved towards the window as the first vestiges of a strange scent drifted about the room. What was that scent she thought to herself as she moved to the window to look out onto the street, feeling her pussy hot and wet. Her hand surreptitiously rubbed her mound as the sun basked her in it warmth, heating her already aroused body further, She could feel the perspiration forming beneath and around her soft, pendulant tits, a small rivulet running down between them. She was feeling oh so sexy and her hand continued to rub maintaining the sensual feeling.

Paul had also noticed the strange scent as he moved in behind her to look over her shoulder. His cock now sent messages that wanted immediate relief. He stood behind her, far closer than he normally would, his hard cock a scant half inch from her beautiful ass. He wanted to bury that prick in the cleavage of her buttocks, but remembered her newly married status, their age differences and resisted. She now very aroused by her hand and the pervading scent, could feel the heat that radiated from his groin and without thought moved the tiny distance that allowed her ass to check out what she had seen. The moment she did his arms came around her, his hands clasped her soft breasts through the thin material of her summer dress and the sexy lacey bra that she had worn. He kneaded them, carefully absorbing the wonderful feeling of soft full tits in his hands. She ground her ass against the hardness allowing it to settle between her checks enjoying the male hardness. 

One hand left her boobs and began unbuttoning her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if anyone could see what was happening from the street? She felt the clip that held her bra together in front, release and her tits no longer constrained by the concealing bra tumbled out. Their brownish areolas and accompanying hard erect nipples exposed to the street. She was such a dirty little girl, because she felt deliciously naked as he further unbuttoned her and his hand discovering her pantiless shaven pubes directly in front of the window. She flaunted herself before the window directly into his questing hands that brought surging heat everywhere he touched. With the strength of one of her imaginary captains, he turned her to face him his mouth taking hers with his. Scorching her with its passion as lips and tongue stole her taste from her mouth. There were no protestations, no beating at his chest with fists, only fire as she returned the kiss forcing her almost naked body against his, her dress and bra hanging from her shoulders. He broke the kiss and with hands brushed the dangling clothes from her. 

Then took her back into his arms tolerating no resistance, as though she would, clasping her naked ass, that now mooned the street concealed only by his hands. She grew intolerant of his clothes. She wanted to feel his hard cock in her hand, rub the tip again the clit that now sent her anguished messages of sexual turmoil. Then insert it deep. She broke away from him and ran to the bed, a naked nymph. He watched her as she crawled into bed, her succulent ass and just below it, the shaven pubes, shiny with moisture, peeking from her soft sexy thighs. He wanted to bury his face in the panorama of sexy softness. But when she rolled over and began to play with her pussy, his clothes became a heavy burden. He began by pulling his shirt from his waistband, then unbuttoned it and threw it to the floor. She saw his broad shoulders, his still strong chest, the swell of a belly too large, but solid like the belly of a weight lifter that she had seen on TV during the Olympics. Hair covered his chest, abdomen, and she had the sudden urge that she wanted to run her fingers through it. His pants dropped leaving him in a pair of black briefs, the head of his cock above the waistband, circumcised, solid and mushroom like. He pulled the briefs to the floor allowing his dick to spring forward. It was as she imagined, not huge but above average long, more than enough to satisfy her craving cunt. Little did she know that it would not be the size of his cock that would satisfy her that day! 

Then he came at her, allowing no resistance as his naked weight pressed her against the bed. His weight carefully controlled by his arms, his big belly rubbing against her own, his hairiness in her fingers. His mouth took control of hers, demanding her tongue, physically sucking her saliva from her mouth, as his lips ravished hers. Then abruptly his mouth left her and his face buried itself in her soft feminine flesh with such intensity she felt proud of her power over him. His face nuzzled under one breast pushing it up exposing the sweaty underside. His tongue sliding over it tasting the bite of the salt she was secreting. She took one of her tits in hand and fed it to him accepting his homage arching her back to make accessible more of her tit flesh. He lapped at her as though he could ingest her flesh with his tongue, taking the sweat that began now to form on her body rapidly due to the hot sun pouring through the window. 

His mouth moved further down her body his tongue circling her navel washing her perspiration away. He noticed that the sun was shinning in the window in such a way that it fell across her belly and thighs highlighting them with light while her face and tits remained in shadow, now a little mysterious as his mouth sought further. Wantonly she opened herself wide anticipating where his mouth would go next. This allowed the sun to fall directly on her cunt as thought the sun wanted to expose the beauty of her sex. Her outer labia swollen with passion, covered with nectar, had drawn aside and her inner labia in her readiness had pushed forward demanding his attention. In all his sixty years he had not seen a woman present so beautifully, her pussy was gorgeous in its arousal. His mouth descended to her white fleshy inner thighs. In reality, he wanted to suck those sexy floppy folds that were presented to him, but he also wanted, for a while, to preserve the exquisite sensations traversing their bodies, the overwhelming urge to fuck. He teased with tongue and was rewarded with soft moans that came from deep within her throat. He moved slightly upwards filling his nostrils with her pungent scent as he took a fat outer fold and sucked changing her moans to soft muted cries. He could stand it no longer and he buried his tongue in her wet and softness. This time he was rewarded with movement in her hips demanding more sensation, more tongue, more friction, as her cries changed to a raspy, throaty, continuous scream that sounded more animal than human. 

Upstairs, John and his mom heard the noise, recognizing instantly the song of passion. They turned to each other and smiled, then took each other's hand as John led his mother into the last remaining bedroom, closing the door softly behind them. 

Chantal had taken both her breasts into her hands as he licked, squeezing them hard, pushing her approaching organism into her womb, as his flickering tongue built wave after wave of pleasure. Each wave settled on top of the other building towards fruition. Her cunt humping at his tongue so hard he was forced to place a hand hard on her pubic bone holding her thrashing hips to the bed so he could more fervently ravish with his tongue. Suddenly her cries became higher pitched and she started to squirt. Paul startled by this expression of passion, having read about it but never seen it before, pulled back in time to see her gush. Chantal splashed his face as she expelled with hissing force. He instantly regretted abandoning her pussy and moved back to drink her flow, but he was too late and was only able to wash the residue away with his tongue. 

"Chantal," he asked, "Do you always expel your emotions like that?"

"Always," she replied, "when I feel that I am being loved as well as fucked." She realized as she said it that she loved the older man who treated her firmly, but gently, making her feel loved in the process. 

"Chantal," he said again, "can you do that again?"

"Yes," she replied. "I think, that maybe you are a greedy man." But she smiled her approval before telling him, "Come, suck my titties while we wait for my clit to be ready once more." 

He did as he was asked, but a few minutes later once more found his mouth attached to her soft petals of love, feeling the response building to his loving administrations. This time when her body expelled her liquid passion, he was ready, first drinking, and then filling his mouth with her love. He then moved up her body and grasped both of her tits, pushing them together and allowed her liquid love to spill from his mouth onto her breasts. His face followed the liquid rubbing it into her body with cheeks, mouth, and tongue. His mouth savaged each turgid nipple drinking her love, before; with his face, still dripping, kissed her with such passion she responded in kind. Unfortunately, she knew she had to get home for her children. And although she wanted to continue with this man long into the night, her children always came first. They dressed reluctantly and with the little time left move up towards the third floor to thank John for his hospitality.




The House Ch. 09



Aaron looked at the unconscious form of Minerva and smiled, some things just didn't change no matter the era. He was sure that he looked quite the sight with his long hair and the same clothing that he had been buried in almost one hundred and fifty years ago. He wondered what they did in this day and age when women swooned like Minerva just did, probably the same thing they did back then, smelling salts.

He approached the couch cautiously just in case she came to and panicked. As far as he was concerned, the real test was whether he could touch her or not, he didn't care about being a solid form if he could touch her. Slowly, Aaron reached down and stroked Minerva's cheek pulling back when she stirred. He waited for another minute and touched her again, this time tracing the outline of her full lips with a fingertip.

"I care for you Minerva." Aaron murmured and faded away.

Minerva opened her eyes a few minutes later and looked around. When she saw no one, she looked at the picture of Aaron and Clara and laughed at herself.

"Too much excitement." She muttered to herself. "Aaron Richards was not just in my living room." she added but she wasn't entirely convinced that it hadn't happened either.

Aaron stood in a corner and watched Minerva argue with herself about what she had just seen, she wasn't totally convinced that she hadn't seen him but she wasn't convinced that she had either. Touching her had been a tease and he wanted more, admitting that he cared for her to himself was part of what he needed to do to claim her, her believing that he existed was the other part. Making love together would bind them together for all of time and would secure the house and the woods. The trick was going to be getting to that point.

Minerva struggled off of the couch and thought about sleeping there but the problem was that there was no bedding and her pajamas were upstairs. She limped to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and her cell phone that Dwight had left plugged in on the counter and slowly made her way up the stairs careful not to lose her balance.

Once in her room, she ran the bath and removed the ace wrap bandage from her ankle before slowly getting into the tub, once she was in, it occurred to her that being in the tub and not having anyone around probably wasn't a good idea. Minerva leaned back and decided to enjoy the hot water soothing her tired muscles, making sure that her wrist with the cast on it was out of the water. When she soaked for as long as she wanted, she let the water out and began the tedious task of getting out of the tub. Twice she almost slipped but the second time she could have sworn she felt hands holding her steady as she climbed out, she turned to look behind her but there was no one there

The vision of Aaron in the living room popped into Minerva's head but she pushed it away, she did not see Aaron Richards in her living room, the past few days were the cause of an over active imagination and stress weren't they? The more that she tried to convince herself that the events of the past few days didn't happen, the more she came to believe that they did. Her house was haunted by a ghost who had died just after the civil war, the same ghost had saved both her and Dwight from someone named Sebastian Preston whoever in the hell that was.

No longer sleepy, Minerva contemplated going back downstairs but thought better of it. What she really wanted was her laptop, she was more than a little curious about Sebastian Preston and why he thought that he owned the house and the woods. She also got the impression that he was surprised when she claimed it for herself, "what the fuck is going on here?" she muttered as she decided that she was going back downstairs. 

She changed into a pair of sweats, tossed a pillow and then a blanket down the stairs. She looked around checking to be sure that there wasn't anything else that she might need. After thinking about it, she grabbed another pair of sweats, underclothes, a few toiletries and put them in a pillowcase and tossed them down the stairs adding to the small pile already there. When she was convinced that had everything that she needed, Minerva half hopped and half limped down the stairs. When she reached the bottom step, she carefully bent over, picked up the things on the floor and carried them into the spare bathroom and sat them on the floor. Carefully, she hopped to the kitchen carrying the pillow, blanket and her cell phone and put them on the table.

Then she had another problem, trying to carry the laptop plus the plugs and everything else into the living room. She also wanted a bottle of water and her pain pills even though she was fairly certain that she wouldn't take them. She wasn't absolutely positive that the pain medication wasn't responsible for her hearing the voices. But Dwight had heard them too and he hadn't taken medication of any kind. 

Minerva began to realize that she had become part of some weird triangle between two spirits but only it wasn't a love triangle. The one spirit, Sebastian had been a very angry man in life and was equally if not more angry in death. Aaron had some anger but it had to do with something or someone else and she suspected that it was his second wife Clara and her lover.

Her next thought was whether she should call one of the paranormal investigators on television that she had always laughed at. What would she tell them? And what would she want them to do? An exorcism or whatever it was they did to get rid of ghosts? And then what? Where would Aaron's spirit go if she did that? The house after all was his before she bought it and he had lived here all of this time. Could she in good conscience kick him out? And besides, they wouldn't show up at her doorstep tonight or any time soon.

Aaron stood by the laundry room watching Minerva as she tried to figure out what she was going to do. He could tell that she was beginning to believe that he existed; his dilemma became how to get her to totally believe. He didn't dare appear to her again at least not yet but maybe he could help her in some way. He turned around and saw her small laundry basket on wheels and got an idea.

Minerva was about to sit at the table when she heard a noise coming from the laundry room.

"Whose there?" she called out even though she knew that she was alone.

When there was no response, she stood up, took her cell phone out of her pocket and got ready to call Dwight. Just as she was going to hit the send button, the little metal laundry cart rolled out of the laundry room and stopped a foot or so away from the table. Minerva was so startled that she almost lost her balance and dropped the cell phone.

"Oh fuck me." she whispered.

"I would love to" Aaron replied.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Minerva said in shock as she plopped back down into the chair.

"Shit!" Aaron swore when Minerva almost lost her balance. When she said "Oh fuck me." he couldn't help himself, he had to respond and was grateful that there was a chair nearby for her to sit in or else she would have ended up on the floor. He got ready to solidify in case she fainted again and was relieved as Minerva began to come to grips with what she already knew.

Minerva sat glued to her chair not sure of what she should do next, she looked toward the laundry room and didn't see anything or anyone. She wasn't scared exactly but she was definitely nervous as she glanced at the laundry cart and then the cell phone lying on the floor.

******

Dwight channel surfed throwing the remote on the couch when he couldn't find anything on that suited him. He was seriously rethinking his decision to give Minerva up but could see no way to having all that he wanted, her and his kids. If he resumed a relationship with Minerva, he wouldn't be allowed to see the kids, Beth made that clear during their heated discussion about Minerva but damn it! What was he supposed to do? The fact of the matter was that no matter whom he found, Beth wouldn't be happy with her, she would hold not being able to see the kids over his head to force his compliance. She didn't want him or love him but she didn't want anyone else to have him either, she wanted him to be as miserable and lonely as she was.

He looked at the phone, picked it up and sat it back down again. He had to think about this, Minerva wouldn't want him to put her before his children and if he chose her over his children, how long would it be before he regretted his decision? He missed her and her straightforwardness and her courage, there weren't many women that could have gone through what she did and remained sane. It wasn't even about the sex as phenomenal as it had been; it was about Minerva the woman, the whole package.

"I can help you." A voice said in Dwight's head.

*******

"I am not calling Dwight." Minerva said out loud. She knew that he would come without asking questions but that wasn't the point. She had gotten along alone before and it was much too soon after their.... Whatever in the hell that was to be calling him for help. Minerva picked up the phone almost dropping it again when it rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Diana, her sister. For once, Minerva was glad to hear from her, it was the sound of the familiar overdramatic Diana that grounded her.

"I know that I haven't called, I've been busy." Minerva said patiently, "Lots of things like exploring the woods around the house.... No, don't come just yet, wait until the spring. Of course I want you to come but I'm not settled in yet and...."

Minerva's sense of relief was short lived, it wasn't long before Diana was driving her batty and the thought of dealing with a ghost became preferable to continuing the conversation with her sister.

"Di, I have to go, I'll call you later." Minerva said hanging up.

Minerva stood up and loaded the laundry cart with the laptop and whatever else she thought that she might need and made her way to the living room with Aaron following her unseen, eyes glued to her ass. He totally agreed with Dwight, Minerva was one hell of a woman and he could hardly wait to get his hands on her. The thought reminded that he had to thank both Henry and Sadie for their help; he never would have figured any of this out on his own and even if he had, it would have been much too late.

Minerva set up the laptop, turned on the television and began her research into Sebastian Preston. Sebastian, she discovered was the oldest of five brothers all of whom Sebastian included, had died from something related to the war. Sebastian died of a gunshot wound that became infected, his youngest two brothers died in Northern POW camps and the other two died on the battlefield. Prior to Aaron's family, the Preston's owned the house and the woods but sold it because of financial problems, apparently the elder Preston made some bad investments. "Well," Minerva said, "That explains that." she commented as she scrolled down the page. None of the brothers had been married at the time of their deaths but the house was to have gone to Sebastian which explained the comment "I am lord and master of the house and woods."

The comment bothered her then and it bothered her now, it took Minerva a minute to realize why, it was the use of the word master. Somehow, coming from Sebastian it gave her the willies and she soon found out why. The Preston family had been slave owners just as Aaron's family had been but with a difference, by all accounts Aaron and his family had treated their slaves well and had been among the first to free them when the war broke out. Aaron allowed whoever wanted to stay, stay and paid them fair wages for working the small plantation even going so far as to hire a teacher for those who wanted to learn. "Well isn't that just special?" Minerva muttered. The Preston's on the other hand were considered to be amongst the cruelest families in the area which begged a question, why then did Sebastian want her? 

There was still a piece of the puzzle missing and once again she was the missing piece, claiming ownership of the house and woods had been part of it but what else was there? She wondered as she continued to read.

******

After he had been banished from the woods, Sebastian wandered around the edges of the woods unable to go into them without suffering tremendous pain. He sat by the edge of the road looking alternately between the house and the woods both of which should have been his. He meant it when he told Aaron that he and his bitch hadn't seen the last of him and he really did think that it would be years before he could come back and try to reclaim what was rightfully his but then he remembered something, he didn't need to physically fuck Minerva himself, he could do it through the human male.

Minerva knew and trusted the male so it would be easy and once that it was done, he would send Aaron to the depths of hell as Aaron should have done to him. The male's mind had been so easy to invade, he was exhausted and he missed the woman. But as easy as it was to invade the man's mind, Sebastian couldn't sway the man his way, he loved the woman and the urge to protect her strengthened his mind against Sebastian's influence but still, he would keep trying.

*******

Dwight shook his head trying to clear it of the deep voice inside of it. He thought that the nightmare of the woods was over but here it was, this voice trying to convince him that he could have everything that he wanted if he would only help him get back what was his.

The problem was, that Dwight knew that whoever the voice belonged to was evil and that things were not all that they seemed. The owner of the voice planned to use him to hurt Minerva and it just wasn't going to happen if he could help it.

He thought about calling Minerva to warn her, picked up the phone, put it back and picked it up again. He dialed her number before he could change his mind.

"Minerva? Are you alright? Do you need anything?" he asked.

"I'm fine." Minerva replied.

"Minerva look, I meant what I said about calling me for anything." Dwight said.

"I know and I appreciate it. I never did thank you for coming to the woods to save me yet another time." Minerva said."

"You don't need to thank me, I'm just glad that you're alright." Dwight replied and then hesitated.

"Dwight? Are you alright?" Minerva asked.

"Yes... no I'm not" Dwight said. "Minerva, have you heard any voices since we left the woods?"

"No. Why?" she asked not about to tell him that she thought that she saw the ghost of Aaron Richards in her living room.

"I heard a voice tonight and Minerva, I think that it wants to hurt you by using me." Dwight said.

Minerva couldn't breathe. Would this ever be over? Part of her wished that she had never seen this house but the other part of her felt like this house was the missing part of her, that she belonged here. She also began to wonder if she wasn't supposed to find this house and after all that had happened; it wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

"Minerva? You still there?" Dwight asked.

"I'm here, I was just thinking. What do you suppose it wants with me?" she asked.

"Nothing good I'm sure." Dwight replied. "Minerva, if I call you and ask you to meet me somewhere or if I'm not acting like myself, stay away from me, As a matter of fact, if you see me go the other way, I'm just not sure that I can keep this thing from controlling me."

"Dwight..."

"No, I'm serious." Dwight interrupted. " I also think that you're right about the house being a safe place so stay put no matter what I tell or ask you to do."

"Maybe you should come here." Minerva suggested.

Dwight gave it some consideration before declining, "I don't think that would be a good idea, for all I know that's what he wants me to do and I'm not going to lie, if I came over there, I'd have you naked as soon as I was through the door."

Aaron stood behind Minerva listening to the conversation, furious with himself. He should have just gotten rid of Sebastian when he had the chance and now he was threatening Minerva and planning to use Dwight to do it. This had to end and quickly but the only way to end it decisively was to make love with Minerva but it was much too soon for that, she hadn't even unequivocally admitted that he existed. Dwight had given her sound advice when he told her to stay away from him and to stay in the house but would she do it?

He also owed Dwight a debt, he had protected and helped Minerva in a way that he hadn't been able to but he didn't want him in the house with her. Dwight meant what he said about not being able to keep his hands off of Minerva and for them to fuck again was simply unacceptable. But still he owed the man a debt; he had to protect him somehow.

*******

Sebastian fumed, he had seriously underestimated Dwight and the feelings that he had for the woman. He hadn't planned on him using whatever that thing that he talked into to warn her and that meant that the element of surprise was gone. He had no doubt that Aaron was close to the woman, what was her name? Minerva, and that his guard would be up. The one thing that he was certain of was that Aaron hadn't fucked her yet, he would have known and he wondered what he was waiting for. If it had been him, the bitch would have been royally fucked with or without her consent and this shit would have been over by now. But he knew Aaron's family, they were a relatively gentle bunch but when pushed or threatened, they were very dangerous. They were even protective of their darkies which was something that Sebastian had never understood. While the woman Minerva was attractive and he could see the appeal that she held for Aaron, she was still a darkie and Aaron would protect her even if it meant giving up the house and woods. That would be all fine and dandy except for one thing, Sebastian would still need Minerva to have complete control of both the house and the woods; there was no way around that.

Sebastian found himself remembering an incident that occurred a year before the war started. He and his brother Malcolm had been out in the woods hunting when they came across one of the Richard's slaves gathering wild mushrooms and berries. It didn't matter that the land no longer belonged to the Preston's but the two of them decided to torment the woman. None of them wanted to fuck her, she was too old for that but she was fun to tease as she tried to run away from them. They started by throwing small rocks at her and calling her names and progressed to pulling at her clothes until they were ripped, her blouse hanging off of her shoulders.

They were having so much fun that they didn't notice the woman's six year old grandson hiding behind the bushes. As soon as he saw what was happening, he ran off in search of help, by the time he returned with help which came in the form of Nathaniel and Jake Richards, brothers to Aaron; the woman was almost naked and bleeding from various cuts and scratches on her body.

Without a word, the brothers jumped from their horses and stepped between the woman, Sebastian and Malcolm.

"What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nathaniel asked while Jake looked the woman over and then sent her and the boy on their way.

"We thought she was a runner." Sebastian said grinning.

"Runner huh?" Jake asked. "She's on our property and you know damned well she wasn't a runner. Now if she was one of yours, I could see why she'd run." he added.

Before Sebastian could stop him, Malcolm charged Jake which was the wrong thing to do. In no time flat, both he and Malcolm were sitting on their asses with bloodied noses and mouths.

"You ever touch one of ours again; I'll string you up and put the whip to you!" Nathaniel hissed before walking away. Jake stood a minute longer and looked at them before adding his own piece.




The House Ch. 09



"We were alright with your family hunting on our property; you're no longer welcome here. Now scoot!" he added.

That, Sebastian realized was when he truly began to hate the Richards, that they defended a slave was the least of it. That day was when it really hit home that they had lost their land, the land that was supposed to be his and here it was almost one-hundred and fifty years later and it was happening again. The ironic thing he realized, was that whether he got it back was totally in the hands of a woman who had she lived in his time would have been a slave for him to do with as he wished.

The issue now was what was he going to do? His options were limited. The one that made the most sense was to leave and to come back at another time but the problem was that by then, Aaron and the woman would have fucked making Aaron the true lord of the woods. If he tried to do something now, he would be expected and the human male would be suspect. 

When Minerva invited Dwight to come to the house, Sebastian's heart pounded. "Say yes!" he pushed at Dwight's mind but Dwight was so intent on Minerva that Sebastian's efforts went unnoticed which made Sebastian realize something else, he was considerably weaker out of the woods and there was no way back in without either the woman or the male. There had to be another way back in, but how?

******

Sadie sat on Aaron's front porch like she used to do when Aaron's mother was alive. Selene believed in the supernatural although she was a good god fearing woman. Sadie enjoyed the evenings that she spent talking with Selena not as a slave but as a confidante. Selena had a bit of 'the touch' as Sadie liked to call it and knew that there was something special about the woods, that's why she wouldn't allow the house to be sold back to the Preston's. 

When Aaron banished Sebastian from the woods, Sadie knew that they hadn't seen the end of him and wanted to tell Aaron to send him where he could do no more harm but that wasn't her place. Aaron had to learn when to be merciful and when to act decisively. What he did for Millicent was both appropriate and merciful, letting Sebastian go was merciful but a huge mistake. Aaron didn't realize the true depth of Sebastian's hatred for him and his family and if he didn't contain him, Sebastian would keep coming back.

*******

Aaron heard Sadie out on the porch and went outside.

"I guess you know what's happening." He said as he sat in the rocker next to her.

"Yessir." Sadie replied.

"I shouldn't have let him go." Aaron said not really expecting Sadie to comment but was surprised when she did.

"Well Mr. Aaron, my daddy used to say that sometimes you hafta make mistakes so yous can learn."

"I guess he's right, but why didn't you say something?" he asked.

"It ain't my place, you be the lord of these woods and house. My only role is to try to point you in the right direction but I will tell you this, it ain't over and won't be until you and Minerva does what you need to do." Sadie said and disappeared.

Aaron rocked slowly as he thought about what he needed to do. If he had his way, he'd make love to Minerva right now but he didn't want to scare her to death like he did earlier and he certainly didn't want to force himself on her so what were his choices.

He stood up as a thought occurred to him, he might be able to appear to her in her sleep. He would make it the most erotic dream that he could think of and make love to her in her dreams until she accepted his existence. Would that work? He wondered as he stood up and went back into the house where Minerva was back on her laptop.

******

The brats. The human male had two brats, would he betray the woman for them? He wondered. What were their names? Joe and Becky. If he was going to do something, he had to do it now, time was flying by and he didn't have much time left. He would settle for going back to the woods for now and then go from there deciding not to worry about being seen. He was sure that Aaron had everyone on full alert and that there would be no way that he could sneak in without being seen especially in the body of the human male.

******

Dwight paced, Minerva didn't know how hard it had been for him to turn down her offer but he had to, he wasn't safe for her to be around. He picked up the remote to the television, sat down on the couch and leaned his head back against the headrest. He had just closed his eyes when he heard the voice again.

"I know the names of your brats."

Dwight sat up in shock and anger.

"Take me to the woods and they'll sleep peacefully tonight. If you warn her, they will have a visit from me."

The voice warned just as Dwight reached for the phone. For the second time, the safety of his children was threatened and he had to choose between the woman he loved and them. Like before, he chose his children, what else could he do? But then he had a thought, he could hear Aaron but could Aaron hear him? It was worth a try.

"What do I need to do?" Dwight asked.

Sebastian was surprised by the compliance although he was expecting it. "Nothing, just relax and let me do the work." he replied. "Meet me by the access road in an hour, that should be plenty of time for you to get there in your wagon."

"Wagon?" Dwight asked. "What year are you from?"

"1865."

"18.... oh fuck." Dwight said not noticing that he used the one word in the English language that he hated almost as much as the "n" word. He now knew who he was dealing with, Sebastian Preston. He should have known that if Aaron Richards was involved, then Sebastian Preston would be involved as well. He should have thought of it sooner, the stories regarding the two families were well known to anyone interested in the local history.

One thing was for certain, he couldn't let Sebastian get his hands on Minerva through him, and he had to warn Aaron somehow.

******

Aaron was just beginning to imagine all of the lovely things he was going to do to Minerva when he heard Dwight's voice.

"Aaron, I don't know if you can hear me but Sebastian is forcing me to take him back into the woods, he wants Minerva and is going to try to get to her through me, please just keep her safe. I'm meeting him by the access road in an hour so if you have any ideas on how to stop this bastard, now would be the time to initiate them."

Aaron was stunned, apparently there was more to Dwight than met the eye, hearing him had come as a surprise. An hour. That wasn't much time for him to seduce and make love to Minerva but maybe the seduction would have to wait but maybe not. Minerva was already asleep and he knew already that she had to be ready for something, it had been a few days since either of them had had any relief so it wouldn't take long.

Aaron debated, as much as he wanted her to be awake and be totally aware of what was happening there really wasn't much choice if he wanted to end the threat of Sebastian forever. His one consolation was that she would be as willing in the dream as she would be when she was awake. He closed his eyes and entered Minerva's dream.

*******

Minerva was having a lovely dream and it wasn't about the woods. She was upstairs lying on her bed completely naked. There was no light except for the light that came from the dozens of candles that were placed around the bed. She tried to get up but was told to stay where she was, she knew that voice but what was it doing in her dream?

"Don't be afraid." Aaron said softly as he approached the bed. "I won't hurt you."

"How? Are you here?" Minerva asked.

"Minerva, we don't have much time, Sebastian is on his way back to the woods and he means to hurt you." Aaron said.

"Hurt me? How? What does he want with me? What do you want with me?" Minerva asked.

"Minerva, I wish that I had time to explain all of this to you but we don't have time. Sebastian is using Dwight to get back into the woods and then he plans to use Dwight to fuck you...."

"Wait a damned minute; a fucking ghost wants to fuck me using Dwight? And what's all of this about?" Minerva asked as she sat up and looked around the room.

"I was going to make love to you without any help from Dwight or any one else for that matter." Aaron admitted. "But Minerva, it's much more than that." he added.

"Really? Then you'd better start talking." Minerva said.

"We don't have time for this! Sebastian is on his way here and we have to make love before he gets here!" Aaron exclaimed becoming frustrated. "You have to trust me." he added.

"Number one, I don't have to do anything, number two; how do I know that you're not he real bad guy here?" Minerva asked.

"For God's sake woman!" Aaron exclaimed. "You did the research on that machine of yours! Do you really think that I'm the bad guy here? Sebastian is going to use Dwight to rape you and if that happens...."

Aaron stopped talking, Dwight was saying something.

"Aaron, I'm about a half hour away."

"Minerva, please listen to me, this isn't how I wanted this to happen but whoever makes love with you first becomes the lord of the house and woods. The loser can be banished to anyplace unable to come back here...."

"Wait! That's why you both want me so badly? And what happens to me afterwards?" Minerva asked angrier about being used than anything else. "I don't like being anyone's pawn!" she exclaimed.

Aaron threw up his hands in frustration getting a taste of what Sadie must have felt when she was dealing with him. "Minerva, please if we don't do this now, we'll never be completely rid of Sebastian...."

"We? What do you mean by we?" Minerva asked.

"Fuck it all to hell! Minerva, I care for you alright? I'm a fucking ghost and I care for you. Right now your dreams are the only way that I can make love to you..."

"Aaron? I'm ten minutes out." Dwight said.

"It's too late, Dwight is almost here." Aaron said. "This is what I don't understand, you fuck Dwight after going with him one time and here our future depends on us fucking and you fight it." Aaron said confused.

"You just wait a fucking minute!" Minerva yelled. You're forgetting one important factor, Dwight isn't a damned ghost! He didn't come to me in my dream and try to seduce me to save his own ass and not only that, the only reason that you're even here now is because of this house and the woods! And let me tell you...."

Aaron had heard enough, he pushed Minerva back onto the bed, stretched out on top of her and kissed her. He broke the kiss and looked down at her kissing her again when she started to speak.

"Aaron! I'm here!" Dwight said.

"Shit!" Aaron swore as he moved from on top of Minerva. "Dwight is here; I want you to stay in the house and don't let anyone in even if it's Dwight. It could be Sebastian using Dwight's body..."

"You're kidding me right? This isn't really happening; this is just a very vivid dream." Minerva said.

"Minerva, when you wake up, you will remember this entire conversation and you will remember me kissing you." Aaron said as he stood up. "Now stay in the house and don't leave under any circumstances." Aaron said as he left her dream.

******

Minerva woke up with a start and looked around, there was no one with her but she felt as though someone had been here. She had never been one to remember her dreams but this one she remembered every detail of from the weight of Aaron's body pressing down on hers to the kiss, both of them. 

"Insane." she muttered, "I have to be insane!" she said as she grabbed the bottle of water and drained it dry. Minerva felt as though she was living her very own ghost story and wondered about calling one of those ghost hunter people. Even as she thought it, she discounted the idea, she had the feeling that they could call for Aaron to come out until the cows came home and he wouldn't appear if he didn't want to. It occurred to her that even thinking about calling someone in to help was saying that she believed that both Aaron and Sebastian existed as ghosts who were adversaries. It was a proven fact that they had once lived as humans and here she was caught between the two of them. She lay back on the couch and closed her eyes and tried to make sense of the past several days.

******

Dwight waited at the access road not sure of what he was supposed to be doing.

"Go into the woods." Sebastian said firmly.

"Stay where you are" Aaron commanded as he became a solid being in front of Dwight.

"Becky and Joe" Sebastian said.

Dwight started to move toward the woods and was stopped by Aaron, "Dwight, he lies. He cannot harm your children; he cannot be anywhere long enough to get a hold. He can only talk to you because of the woods and your connection to Minerva."

Understanding dawned on Dwight, he had been played by the use of his kids not once but twice but this time someone really could get hurt.

"Aaron, tell me what to do." Dwight said.

"Get into your vehicle and drive away, do not come back to these woods until you hear from me." Aaron replied as he kept his eyes on Sebastian's wispy form.

******

Sebastian swore when he realized that Aaron was waiting for him. He was faced with a choice, stay and fight or leave. It was clear that the human male wasn't going to help him now that he knew that his children were safe and he was sure that Aaron had warned Minerva to stay in the house where he couldn't get to her, his only chance was to take over the human male's body. Getting him to follow his commands was going to be another thing altogether but he could tell him that it would be easier on the woman if he cooperated.

Before Aaron knew what was happening, Sebastian was in the car with Dwight. The car took off in jerky movements and stopped with the front half of the car in the woods. That was all Sebastian needed in order to merge with Dwight before vanishing from the car.

"Fuck!" Aaron said as he vanished from where he stood.

******

Minerva was startled by hearing the back door unlock, the only person that had a key was Dwight and he wouldn't have just walked in without calling or without a good reason.

"Dwight? Is that you?" Minerva called. When she looked behind her, there were two men, one was Dwight or someone who looked like Dwight and the other was Aaron Richards.



The House Ch. 09



They saw the large empty space with the old lions paw feet standing forlornly in the middle of the room. Towards the front the house they saw that John was erecting new walls with the two by fours he had saved. At the back still stood the one remaining room that was scheduled for demolition. Not seeing John any place Paul called out for him. A couple of minutes later the door of the remaining room opened and John and his mother came out. John introduced his mother to them explaining they were friends of Phoebe's. Chantal with an eye for details noticed a slight dishevelment to their clothes as though they had dressed hurriedly. They were also a little red in the face and breathing rapidly. She instantly realized they had been making love. However, she certainly wasn't going to cast the first stone, after all she was the newly married woman who had used their home to make love to her new lover. She knew in her heart that, that was who he had become, because she wanted to love him again and again.

John seemed to know of her infidelity and approve for he told them to come back anytime they wanted to enjoy an afternoon in his home. Then with a twinkle in his eye said just as long as they were okay with his poor hosting, more or less telling them they would be free to repeat what had gone on today.

The house rattled a pipe in pleasure, its owner seeming to understand its function. It had found Paul and Chantal particularly passionate, and had taken greater care than usual to gather their pheromones, even looking in corners for stray molecules, greedily wanting them all. It buried a compulsion deep in the minds of the two lovers' to come back as soon as they could.



The House Ch. 10



John and his mother continued to work on the renovations to the third floor after Paul and Chantal left. The two by four walls for the large walk in clothes closet and the bathroom took shape. John almost forgot that he had to leave room in the bathroom wall to move the old tub into place. The cast iron tub was far too heavy for him and his mom to lift. They quit for the day going to the kitchen, John to get on the phone to order materials such as plywood, drywall, tape, compound, screws as well as oak trim. His mother began to prepare supper as he called electricians and plumbers to get estimates on the new pluming and wiring he would need. He realized that a steady troop of trades' people would be in and out of his doors the next few days. He finally phoned Mia and asked if once more the gang of six could come over to help him move the tub. Mia assured him that the girls would be more than happy to help and would be over sometime the following morning. Her voice sultry when she made the suggestion that maybe they could help him in other ways. He didn't mind. He had enjoyed those girls immensely, and hoped to again. His mother slid a roast into the oven surrounded with carrots and potatoes as he finished his calls. She turned to him and smiled with love before sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him with the passion they held for each other, still mother and son, yet more, now lovers so deeply enthralled with one another that only a simple touch brought fire to each other's loins. Finally his mother broke the kiss and said "John, we should go have a shower the meal won't be ready for an hour or so, and we've been working all day." 

John was so delighted with that idea that he grabbed her hand and almost ran up the spiraling staircase on the way to the showers. The old wooden chair now held a stack of about twenty clean and dried towels, which stood waiting for all users. They stripped and when seeing each other's charms began to kiss and caress, fondling each other with the sexual love that continued to grow between them. He loved the feel of her well-toned ass beneath his hands, the shape of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, and above all the warm silky wetness of her highly aroused pussy. His fingers split the swollen red lips taking moisture and he sucked them into his mouth sampling her sexy dew. His mother finally went to her knees and for a brief few moments tenderly kissed, licked and sucked his hardened cock before regaining her feet and kissing him again. They organized two showerheads so they could stand between them and began to soap each other, first just backs but after awhile it was more buttocks and loins. Using soapy, sliding, slippery hands, their caresses continued, mouths joined, tongues entwined. John slipped a soapy finger into her anus, forcing her pelvis forward against his, his cock slid between her legs. Jane broke their kiss. "Tonight," she said her hand stroking his cheek, "we'll have lots of time tonight, just kisses now I want tonight to be special. Is Phoebe coming over?" 

"I haven't invited her," he replied. "Would you like me to?"

"Perhaps you should, we both love her and she adds even more passion to our love."

Their caresses and kisses continued, washing forgotten as the warmth of the water added a gentle dimension to their cuddled embraces, until John realized the time was gone. Reluctantly he turned off the water and handed his mom a towel before taking one for himself. He enjoyed watching her dry herself. The way her boobs moved as she dried them, how she spread her legs to dry her hairy pussy, the way she positioned so she could dry between her round firm buttocks, all was a study in beautiful motion. They dressed in the clothes they had worn that day but both decided that the under clothes were too sweaty to be worn again. So each wore only shirt and jeans, his mother's breasts, unconstrained, swayed wondrously under the thin material of her top. When they arrived back in the kitchen, John went to the phone to call Phoebe. 

Was it a quirk of fate or the manipulations of the house, but when his hand reached for the phone it began to ring? He answered it! It was Phoebe asking if his mother and he would like to come over for the evening. He replied that they had been just thinking about her and wanted her to come for the night. He did not prevaricate; he made his intent clear as he asked her to come both for the meal but also for the night. She couldn't help herself as her pussy creamed her panties, she knew that it entailed not just him but the mother who had given him birth. Phoebe worshiped the pussy that had given him life not yet knowing that her own pussy would bear him children. She gave him the only answer she could, that she would be there as quickly as she could. Satisfied John hung up the phone realizing only then how uptight he had been worried that her answer may be no. His mother saw the look in his eye and kissed him knowing his worries were not brought on by fact but fears that his Phoebe didn't love him as much as he loved her. His mother knew his fears were groundless having been already embroiled in Phoebe's fierce love of her son. Jane turned and opened one of the ovens to check the roast sticking a fork in the potatoes to see if they were done. All John could see was her gorgeous ass as she bent, wanting to drive his prick deep. He restrained himself on her promise of tonight. Looking forward to Phoebe's arrival knowing her love would add another dimension to the love that flowed between him and his mother.

"I wish Phoebe would hurry up," his mother said, "this roast is ready and the potatoes will be over cooked if we wait too much longer." Just then, the doorbell rang and in walked Phoebe a bottle of wine in her hand. Gift still in hand she kissed John grinding her pelvis against his before she turned to his mother and kissed her passionately as well, this time making sure that breast was against breast as she hugged her tight. Jane broke the kiss and said with a laugh, "Settle down Phoebe, we eat first then get to that." 

Phoebe replied, "I think we should eat each other right now." However, she handed the bottle to John and asked, "Would you open that for us John?" She then turned to his mother and asked if there was anything, she could do to help.

"No, just sit down and I'll put the food on the table," Jane replied. Soon all were enjoying the pot roast with the occasional sip of wine. There was not much conversation because they all wanted to get through the meal and move on to other things. Phoebe did ask, however, whether her friends Paul and Chantal had dropped by. She explained upon hearing that the couple had, that they could not be a couple because he was far too old for her and she was just newly married. John and his mother had just looked at one another and smiled before their minds returned to thoughts on hand. Each in their own way thought of the sensations that their naked bodies could trade with one another and although she hadn't mentioned it yet Phoebe had some thing on her mind, something she had read about with Cynthia in the book she had brought home from the library entitled " How to Love Your Man" . After sharing the job of dishes, they went up stairs to John's four-poster bed. 

This time there was none of the immediacy that had overwhelmed them the last time they had made love. This time, as they slowly removed each other's clothes, there were pauses, to fondle, kiss, suck, or simply to visually examine and admire each other as more and more was revealed. Sometimes they would take deep inhalations of the sexual scent the two women gave off in their impassioned state. Their pussies reddened with desire. Their labia full of blood, swollen, sensitive, needy. Their dripping pussies filled the air with musk. John cock, so engorged, that each stroke of Phoebe's questing tongue sent shivers of lust up his spine as his mother's lips ravaged his own. Then the women traded places, his mother sucking on him so hard her cheeks hollowed while Phoebe's tongue gamboled with his own. They hadn't reached the bed yet. The two women turned him into the filling of a woman sandwich, his mother now kissing the back of his neck while she reached between his legs and caressed his balls sometimes playing with his anus. Phoebe still in front, her tits so hard against his chest he could feel her nipples poke at him. Her hand stroking his cock, he with a finger in her bum as the other hand played with a buttock of her magnificent ass. He wanted to bury his face in their cunts and asses and lick for hours but they were much too needy to take that kind of time. 

The women needed a good hard fucking. Each wanted the other to go first, until Phoebe admitted to her depravity of the other day. She told them how much she had liked the thought of his mother's juices covering his cock as he shoved it deep into her body. The incestuous juices of a mother's loving cunt helping her fuck her son. Phoebe felt that the thought alone added spice to her horniness, but truly believed that she could feel the extra slipperiness of his mother's syrups help her fuck. When Jane heard this, she accepted that she would go first but insisted that they share as they had done one morning. Phoebe was to ride his mouth as Jane took her son's cock deep in her swollen red cunt. Phoebe was very aroused, and her pussy smelt strongly of her love, as her juices trickled down his throat while his tongue sought more. It was unbelievably satisfying to feel her son's cock fill her once more as Jane settled on to him, her cunt, hot and wet, wrapped around his cock. It filled her with a sense of belonging, but soon her hormones demanded more and she began the instinctive movement that would take his seed. Her hairy gash demanding the age-old sensations of love. 

She watched Phoebe's face begin to grimace with the pains of passion. Phoebe's own hairy cunt demanding the completion that John's tongue could provide. Jane kissed Phoebe's impassioned mouth feeling Phoebe's moans of love deep in her own throat. The moans echoed by her own, both muffled by the ongoing kiss. Their cunts worked hard against their lover below them, spreading their juicy creams over his thrusting tongue and cock. They taught him their mutual love of him. Pussies hot, demanding, taking, giving, as their bodies humped and heaved above him. Heaving muscles worked their beautiful round asses. The kiss between them still held as now screams of passion rolled in each other's mouths. The explosion of orgasm burning through their bodies their tits enflamed by the fires burning in them as Jane took her son's seed, branding iron hot, filling her belly with sensation, with agony, with ecstasy. Phoebe's cunt spilling cum as her orgasm caused spastic contractions forcing her juices from her body. John sexually tormented by the women suffered the mini death that all males go through as his seed spurted from his body. 

Nevertheless the house would not allow such a death sending its special scent up his nostrils so that Phoebe could once again enjoy his mother's mucilaginous slime deep in her cunt. John's cock remained rock hard, ready for further pussy fucks, as the women promptly swapped positions. Phoebe took the freshly mother-cum covered cock into her own cum filled hole. She basked in the depravity of the sensation of his mother's incestuous juices wetting her further as she fucked. Her pussy lovingly absorbed the wetness that his mother had left behind. Phoebe watched Jane's snatch slide over her son's mouth feeding him sexual nourishment, as had her tits once fed him sustenance. The tits that now bounced right before her eyes as Jane's body forced their movement swaying in time to her pussy's demands. Phoebe's own small tits flew about as she fucked bouncing and swaying with her movement. John watched his mom's ass move above him giving him visual sexual pleasure, but his hands held Phoebe's soft sexy curves one buttock in each hand, sometimes pulling them apart as though it would allow his penetrating cock even deeper access. 

Phoebe could feel the evening air blow across her anus, sending shivers of wonderful sensation, as he exposed her further committing her to the course that she felt she wished to pursue. Lovingly, her pussy once again sought his seed, unbeknownst to her, uselessly, because he had already impregnated her. Cellular division continued in her womb as she fucked seeking the ultimate reward, orgasm. Her pussy moved up and down his shaft, seeking orgasmic relief. The tentacles of orgasm wrapped themselves around her uterus squeezing tight before releasing in an explosion of delight that sounded deep in her throat as a sonorous guttural scream, announced her pleasure. Jane's resonant moans echoed hers, while her twat thrashed against her son's tongue. Each woman now immersed in the powerful depthless intensity of passion, until they collapsed against each other pussy spasms still racking their bodies with shivers of gratification. John's powerful spurts added to Phoebe's juicy wetness. 

Soon John found himself on his back with two women half on top of him, their mouths kissing his neck, their breasts hard against his ribs, and their pussies wiping their juices on his thighs that were clamped between their own. He lay content, their soft round sexy bums beneath his hands, rubbing not for arousal but for the very sensation of pillowy sexual beauty. Phoebe always liked it when he fondled her there, remembering the first time when she fell asleep feeling that gentle stroking hand that brought such strange wonderful sensations to her anus. It made her want to squeeze her thighs together trying to still the sensations that would run through her body with just the thought of a rubbing finger sliding over her secret place. Both women cuddled into him enjoying the pleasant feel of his stroking hands. Half awake half asleep in post cortile bliss enjoying the warmth generated by their somnolent bodies pressed tightly against one another, until John broke their repose with the announcement that he had to go to the bathroom. With groans of mock annoyance both women rolled away from him allowing him to crawl across Phoebe's body so he could go to the second floor. Phoebe cuddled into Jane's warmth, and then kissed her when Jane's hand took up where John had left of stroking her bum. "Jane," she asked hesitantly, "Have you ever had anal sex?" 

"Yes many times, but it was a long time ago now. Why do you ask?" Jane inquired.

"I have a book at home," replied Phoebe, "that talks about how some couples enjoy anal sex and I have thought about allowing John to make love to me that way." 

"Oh honey I know exactly how you feel," Jane said hugging Phoebe close then kissing her, "You love him so much you want to give him everything, but you're a little nervous as to whether you can. It was the way I felt when I first gave my ass to John's father, frightened but loving him so much that I wanted him to have all of me. He is the only man that I ever allowed to make love to me in that manner and when he did it, I enjoyed every moment of it. To be honest I've been thinking about making love to my son that way, but now that you have told me I'll wait. Would you like me to go sleep downstairs so that you and John will be alone?" 

"No," Phoebe answered, "if it were anybody else, yes, but I love you as well and I would like it if you could help me love your son with my bum. Particularly now that I know that you have some experience, surely you have some hints as to how to go about it." 

"Well first we need something to use as a lubricant, spit will do, but the first time it's better to have something to help smooth the way," said Jane. "I'll go downstairs and see if I can find something in the kitchen that will help us." 

"Don't bother," Phoebe replied, flushing with embarrassment, "I drank Castor oil earlier to clean myself out. That was why I was a little bit late getting over; I wanted to make sure I was clean. I put the oil in my purse thinking that I might need it." With that, Phoebe crawled out of bed to get her purse and Jane watched the softly rounded fleshy ass that her son would soon enjoy knowing he was an ass man like his father. When she returned, bottle in hand, Jane couldn't help herself and started kissing her almost as though she wanted to make love with Phoebe again, which was in a way the truth.

"Phoebe do you want to do it while I watch or can we make it a threesome?" Jane whispered in her ear.

"Can we?" asked Phoebe. "You know how much I like it when the three of us make love together. It's so erotic when you, his mother, helps me love him. 

"Hurry up then, give me the oil, now get on top of me in the sixty-nine position, that way I'll be able to watch you closely. Now Phoebe, when he tries to penetrate you I want you to push as though you're constipated. I'll tell you when. Here he comes get your bum high in the air and suck my pussy." Phoebe did what she was told sucking tenderly on Jane's twat her bum high, inviting, ready. When John entered the room, he asked if there was something for him. Jane reached up, grasped a buttock in each hand pulling Phoebe apart, and showed all her assets. Her private little hole, wrinkled and petite, almost winked at John. Instinctively John went to his knees on the bed behind Phoebe and began to kiss her bum. His tongue licked around the little rosebud circling closer and closer to the inviting entrance, until finally his tongue touched her there. Jane said push and Phoebe did. John felt the little bud pucker under his exploring tongue as Phoebe grunted into Jane's pussy. He stiffened his tongue and probed as Phoebe grunted again. His tongue found a little opening and pushed in, the asshole pouted again allowing more penetration until he literally had no more tongue to give. He fucked her with it, sliding in and out, noticing her hole became more relaxed with his manipulations. It was like he was French kissing her asshole and she loved it. Jane watched from below enjoying both watching her son make love and the feeling of Phoebe grunting occasionally into her cunt. When she felt Phoebe was as open as she could be with his tongue, Jane nudged John and handed him the bottle of oil. John immediately knew that Phoebe intended to give herself to him in a way that most women were frightened of. It was an act of love, that told him Phoebe wanted to give herself totally to him. The beautiful bum added fuel to his lust, his cock rock hard, just above his mother's face. He took the oil and carefully placed some on his forefinger then slid it gently into her to the second knuckle, allowing her bum to adjust then pushed a little harder forcing the knuckle gently against her sphincter. Phoebe groaned into Jane's pussy feeling the burning sensation of stretching.

"Now," said Jane. "Push hard Phoebe, push as hard as you can." John felt Phoebe's sphincter move under his finger as she grunted and groaned and suddenly the knuckle was in allowing the finger to slide right up to the third knuckle. Then he pulled the finger back until Phoebe naturally wanted to push. Phoebe stopped grunting and her moans took on a different tone, one of need satisfied as John's finger worked her ass giving her urge after urge then satisfying that urge. It was almost as though her asshole was in some way attached to her cunt, because as he worked his finger, her cunt became wetter and wetter, her musky smell stronger, and her need for penetration greater. John took the probing finger from her ass and Phoebe had a sense of loss, of being unfulfilled. John re-oiled his finger now placing his index finger above the other, oiling both before sliding the new combination into Phoebe's waiting hole. Oh how it stretched, Phoebe's moans turned once again to moans of pain but John was very gentle and Phoebe now knew what to do and grunted as hard as she could opening herself a little more with each grunt. John kept the gentle pressure up while he began to corkscrew his fingers, helping to open her even more. Soon it became more pleasurable for Phoebe as she sucked hard on Jane's receptive cunt, still grunting occasionally to open herself even more. When John heard, her moans turn back to those of lust, he slipped his fingers from her ass and began to oil his cock, quickly so that Phoebe's muscles wouldn't have time to tighten too much. 




The House Ch. 10



Minerva looked from one man to the other in disbelief. It was obvious to her that "Dwight" really wasn't Dwight. For one thing, the thing that looked like Dwight was moving jerkily whereas Dwight's movements were always fluid to the point of being graceful. Secondly, even from where she sat, she could feel the wrongness that came from him, the house even seemed to feel it; Minerva could have sworn that she felt it shudder in revulsion.

"Oh fuck...."

"Don't say it!" Aaron warned in her head.

Minerva clamped her mouth shut realizing that "Dwight" would take it as an invitation making what it wanted to do to her easier. Now what? She wondered as she continued to look at both men. Nothing in her forty-something years of life had even remotely prepared her for something like this. She began to laugh as the theme song from "ghost busters" went through her head and wondered if any of the ghost busters were home but stopped when she saw both entities glare at her.

"Ummm sorry, something just struck me as funny." she said contritely. 

"Minerva, this is no laughing matter." Aaron said.

"Minerva, come with me." Dwight said. "I love you."

It sounded like Dwight and it looked like Dwight but Minerva knew that it wasn't. Dwight might love her, as a matter of fact she knew that he did but something was off and he wouldn't choose her over his children. She had to be careful and go with what she knew about Dwight and not what she thought she knew. She also had to wonder if Sebastian-who else could it be? Had access to Dwight's memories and if he did, she had to be doubly careful. It also meant that she would have to go by what she was seeing as well but that would be a moot point once Sebastian got better control over Dwight's body

"Shit!" she swore.

Aaron kept his eyes on "Dwight" but his mind open to Minerva. The amazing thing was that she wasn't frightened, at least not yet. This all had come down to one thing, it was totally up to her now, he had to convince her to go with what she knew to be true-that she belonged in the house with him. Sebastian would try to convince her otherwise and would use Dwight to do it. How much control over Dwight Sebastian had, Aaron wasn't sure but he knew that it wasn't complete control; he could see Dwight struggling to push Sebastian out. Aaron wished that he could help him somehow but as long as Sebastian was in Dwight's body he couldn't even speak to him. Whether Dwight could speak to him remained to be seen.

*****

Dwight remembered getting into the car to drive away and then there was nothing. The next thing he knew he was at Minerva's house unlocking the door but it wasn't him... but it was. It felt as though he was watching himself from far away doing something that he didn't want to do. The term "out of body experience" came to mind as he unlocked the back door, went into the kitchen and then the living room. It then hit him what had happened, the entity Sebastian had taken over his body and actions but when had it happened? In the end it really didn't matter, but the fact that Sebastian was going to use his body to hurt Minerva did.

Dwight forced himself to calm down; in his mind he went back to his training. He had to bide his time and get to know his enemy as much as he could in the limited amount of time that he had. Right now Aaron and Sebastian were engaged in what he called an old fashioned pissing contest and he was for the most part being ignored by his invader. Dwight realized that he had an advantage; Sebastian was new to the body invading business and didn't have complete control. He quickly went through his memories looking for something that Minerva would know that was unique to him, finally it came to him.

One night after he had just finished eating Minerva out, he told her that she tasted so sweet that he wished that he could bottle it and save it for later. She thought that he was being silly, but told him that no one had ever told her that before. The thing was, he needed to be able to communicate with her and he was sure that Sebastian wouldn't allow that which meant he had to find a way to reach Aaron.

******

Aaron watched as Dwight seemed to calm down and wondered if Sebastian had succeeded in taking complete control of Dwight's body and mind and if that was the case, he could only hope that Dwight could fight back somehow. His priority at the moment was keeping Dwight/Sebastian away from Minerva and if Dwight had to die in the process, then so be it.

******

Minerva saw the change in Dwight and like Aaron, she wondered what it meant. Sebastian was looking at her with undisguised lust and something else.... Hate. He hated her. She thought that she knew why but she wanted to hear him say it.

"Why do you hate me?" she asked unknowingly buying Dwight more time.

She didn't think that Sebastian was going to answer her at first.

"I hate you because of what you are; I hate you because I need you to take back what is mine." Sebastian replied.

"So you hate me because I'm a woman?" Minerva asked knowing full well what he meant,

Dwight/Sebastian glared at her, angry at her insolence.

"If we were back in my time, you would be whipped for your insolence!" he hissed.

"Yeah well we're not." Minerva replied with a smile. 

"Careful Minerva." Aaron warned.

"I think that I understand." Minerva said as she got into a more comfortable position. "You're pissed off because you need me and I'm this beautiful shade of black. You're also pissed because whether you get to be the lord and master as you called it of the house and the woods depends on me. I also bet you thought that after you raped or fucked me that you could kill me but you can't, am I right?"

"Well damn!" Aaron thought as he looked at Minerva with pride and love.

Dwight/Sebastian looked at Minerva but didn't say anything telling her that she was right on the money.

"So, let me see if I understand." Minerva said still smiling. "You hate me because I'm black and you'd just as soon horsewhip me as look at me but you're willing to stick your cock or should I say Dwight's cock up me to get what you want. But then what? You can't kill me and I'm sure as hell not going to willingly let you fuck me now or later so now what?" she asked. "Oh yeah, you try to rape me, good luck with that." she added.

Minerva realized that she should be afraid but she wasn't. Maybe it had something to do with the two nights she spent in the woods or maybe it was just her natural aversion to being pushed around but whatever it was, she was glad that she had it. She could tell that she was beginning to push Dwight/ Sebastian a little too hard and backed off, she had made her point. She wanted him to know that she wasn't afraid of him and would fight him with everything she had with or without Aaron's help.

******

"Good job baby!" Dwight cheered as he listened to Minerva talk to Sebastian. She had bought him the time he needed to do as much as he could for now; he had to know if Aaron heard him before he could do anything else.

"Aaron." he said softly and then waited.

******

Aaron started when he heard Dwight's voice in his head. He stole a peek over at Dwight/ Sebastian as Minerva kept him distracted. He had to let Dwight know that he had heard him in such a way that Sebastian wouldn't catch on. After thinking about it, Aaron moved so that he was between Minerva and Dwight/ Sebastian effectively blocking her view.

"Hey!" Minerva protested. "Move! I can't see."

Aaron ignored her and looked into Dwight/Sebastian's eyes and spoke.

"I had always heard that you were a fool and you have proven it. What did you mean by coming here? It is and was a fool's mission." 

******

Dwight closed his eyes in relief, Aaron had heard him. As he was waiting to find out whether Aaron had heard him or not, Dwight realized something else, he could hear Sebastian's thoughts especially if he was preoccupied. It also occurred to Dwight that Sebastian thought that he was just a stupid human and that was a fatal mistake. After that, he began to pay more attention to Sebastian. To his alarm, Sebastian seemed to be growing stronger, it had to be the house; there could be no other explanation. They had to get him outside and away from Minerva.

******

Sadie and Henry sat outside on the porch listening.

"We have to help." Henry said taking Sadie's hand in his.

"We can't, at least not yet." Sadie replied, "He hasn't taken the final step and Sebastian has to be outside of the house."

"Isn't there anything that we can do?" Henry asked.

"Fraid not." Sadie replied as she gave Henry's hand a gentle squeeze.

"Sadie?" Henry said shocked, "I felt that."

"It's the house." Sadie said and gave his hand another squeeze. "It knows that we are friends to Mr. Aaron and his woman." she explained.

"What do we do now?" Henry asked holding Sadie's hand tighter and realizing for the first time that she was a very pretty woman.

"We wait." she replied.

*******

Sebastian gave Aaron a stare meant to make him shake but instead Aaron laughed. "Is that the stare that scared your slaves so much?" he taunted. His goal was to keep Sebastian's attention on him and off of Minerva. He like Dwight realized that Sebastian was growing stronger the longer he was in the house. They needed to get him out of the house and Minerva needed to remain quiet.

"Minerva, do not speak." Aaron said firmly in her head.

********

Minerva felt the power in the house grow and realized that it was Sebastian. The house was feeding him as much as it was Aaron. She was going to say something when Aaron commanded her to be silent; she was going to speak up anyway but closed her mouth. This was so far out of her realm of experience that she thought it prudent to do as Aaron said even though it galled her.

******

Dwight waited for his next opportunity to speak and jumped on it when it presented itself.

"Aaron, if it gets to the point where you don't know if it's me or Sebastian talking, tell Minerva to ask him this question."

Dwight told Aaron the question that he needed to have Minerva ask. Anger and jealousy flared at the question. That Dwight had tasted of his Minerva before him infuriated him but anger and jealousy had no place here. Aaron pushed the emotions away and listened to what Dwight was saying.

"I don't know if two of you can be in the same body but I think that's what has to happen, you have to get him out of this house and soon. He's going to tackle you, grab Minerva, vanish and rape her. You have to stop him before that point because I don't know if I can fight him off." Dwight said and then hesitated. "Aaron, if you have to, kill me, I would rather die than hurt her like that."

*******

Aaron gave an imperceptible nod hoping that Dwight saw it. He came to a decision; he wasn't going to let Dwight die. Dwight in his opinion was the epitome of what a soldier and man should be. He was willing to sacrifice himself for the woman that he loved in effect sacrificing himself for a wood that was full of spirits that he didn't know. Dwight deserved to be happy and to be loved just not by Minerva; she was his and he....

Aaron realized at that moment that he had told Minerva that he cared for her but didn't that mean that he loved her? No, he realized. He cared for his first wife but he didn't love her and had never told her that he did, she assumed that he did because of the context that he used the words that he cared for her and he had never corrected her. Minerva on the other hand, he loved and would have given Sebastian the house and everything else if it would have made a difference. Telling her that he loved her was the final piece of the puzzle on his end; she still had to accept him but....

*******

"Aaron!" Dwight screamed as Sebastian lunged at him.

*******

Minerva watched Aaron, he seemed distracted by something and she knew that Sebastian knew it too. She saw the almost imperceptible indication that Sebastian was going to charge Aaron and screamed a warning.

****** 

With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Sebastian took advantage of Aaron being distracted and charged him. He had almost succeeded when he felt Aaron next to him. "What the fuck?" he asked and then realized that he had made several errors the worst being underestimating the human male again. He understood now, the male had always been able to able to communicate with spirits even if he hadn't been aware of it, the trips into the woods and the woman had somehow awakened the ability. He had assumed that Millicent's spell had something to do with it, they couldn't have been more wrong. Sebastian also figured out that Dwight had been talking to Aaron the entire time and had given Aaron permission to enter him even if it meant that he could die.

His other error was the belief that he could frighten the woman, she had courage that he couldn't deny and life with her would be hell if he succeeded but it would be a small price to pay if it meant that he could have his land and home back. After he fucked her this one time, he never had to touch or see her again and Aaron would be gone forever.

******

Aaron almost missed his opportunity to enter Dwight's body; he jumped in just as Dwight's body jumped over his. It could have been disastrous if he had missed but here he was face to face with a very angry Sebastian Preston.

"So we meet again." Aaron said politely.

Sebastian didn't reply but gave Aaron a cold glare; he wasn't ready to concede defeat. He knew that Aaron hadn't spoken the three magic words to the woman. If he did, there wouldn't even be the need for him to fuck her but Aaron he knew, didn't know that. He on the other hand only had to fuck her, there was no way around it but for now, he had to keep Aaron from saying the words that would bar him from this house and land forever.

******

When Aaron entered his body, Dwight felt like he had been hit by several boxers all at the same time. It had hurt like hell knocking the breath out of him and not only that, he felt crushed by the two entities that now occupied his body. It was clear that neither of them was paying attention to him and to Dwight's relief, Sebastian didn't know that his thoughts could be read. Dwight on the other hand didn't know that Sebastian knew that he could communicate with Aaron and could stop him from speaking.

******

Minerva watched both horrified and fascinated as Dwight/Sebastian charged Aaron and then Aaron seemed to vanish inside of Dwight's body. Dwight's body lay on his back on the floor and as far as she could tell he was still alive. She crept off of the couch grabbing the pillow and made her way to Dwight ready to jump back if he should make a grab for her. She almost called his name but didn't because she didn't know who would answer if she did. Minerva gently lifted Dwight's head and put the pillow underneath it, brushed his hair back from his eyes and moved back toward the couch and waited.

******

Sadie stood up still holding on to Henry's hand.

"We have to get ready." she told him.

"Ready for what?" he asked.

"For whatever happens." Sadie replied.

As soon as they left the porch and reached the small house in the back of the property, they lost their solid physical form and the sensation of touch but still they held hands as they headed into the woods.

*******

Dwight lay on the floor unmoving, he was sure that he wasn't dead at least not yet. He felt his head being lifted but it felt like it was from far away. He heard Aaron talking to Sebastian and heard the thought about Aaron telling Minerva that he loved her, wasting no time; Dwight screamed into Aaron's head.

"Tell her that you lo....." 

That was all that he got out, Sebastian with a word, sealed Dwight off from Aaron.

*******

Aaron looked over at Dwight not really concerned that he might be dead, Sebastian still needed him. What was it that Dwight was trying to tell him? Something about telling Minerva something... that he loved her. That was what he was thinking about when Sebastian charged him. 

Aaron made Dwight sit up and then stand up although he was still unconscious. Sebastian fought against him for control of Dwight's body but because of his time in the house, Aaron was the stronger of the two of them. Finally after silencing Sebastian, Aaron walked over to Minerva.

*******

Minerva watched the scene transfixed not moving until she saw Dwight's body sit up, stand and then begin to walk toward her. She scurried back as fast as she could go even though there was no way out, Dwight and the entities were between her and the door and even if she managed to get past them, where would she go? The keys to her car were in her purse which was in the spare bathroom and with her ankle; she'd never make it to her car anyway. The woods were out of the question, she'd fall and break something so she did the only thing that she could think of; she began to talk.

"Which one are you?" she asked as Dwight/Aaron/Sebastian approached her.

"Aaron." He replied.

"How do I know that?" she asked. "It could be a trick." she added.

"It's not. I am Aaron Richards lord of this house and woods and you are my chosen." Aaron said as he continued to move toward her.

"Where's Dwight?" Minerva asked.

"He lives; he is sealed off from me." Aaron replied.

"Where's the other one? Sebastian?" Minerva asked as she scooted back further toward the back of the room.

"He is here but he cannot hurt you." Aaron said taking another step closer.

"Stop right there!" Minerva said. "Prove to me that Dwight is alright and that you aren't Sebastian."

Aaron wracked his brain for anything that could prove his identity.

"The night you moved in, you danced in your room naked as you waited for your bath to fill. Later, you put something into a machine that put images of people fucking on a screen. You have a drawer that is filled with gadgets that are meant to give pleasure. You have one that goes onto your nipples that make a whirring sound, that night I put my mouth on the tip of your nipple. Do you remember that?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah well, that bastard Sebastian might be reading your mind or something or maybe it was him that was in my room." Minerva said not convinced.

"Jesus woman!" Aaron exclaimed. "Earlier this evening, I was trying to get you to make love with me but instead you wasted time by arguing with me as you are now. This could have been over then! But alright, Minerva, I love you and yes I'm a ghost but as you saw I can become solid. Do you remember the dream? You felt my body on top of yours and you felt my kiss not once but twice. I love you and you belong here with me and this house, think about everything that has happened since you got here. Forget about what is supposed to be stories and listen to your instincts."

*******

Sebastian felt himself begin to weaken; he looked over at Dwight and decided to kill him. It would be his parting gift to Aaron and his bitch. Just as he reached toward Dwight, Aaron stopped him by binding what little power that he had left.

Sebastian struggled against the binds but soon gave up, it was over. He had lost again but this time there would be no second chance. He wondered where Aaron would send him, Andersonville? Gettysburg? Hell more than likely but He had no problems with that; he had plenty of friends there.

*******

"I am going to take care of Sebastian but when I come back, we have things to discuss." Aaron said as he in Dwight's body walked outside. 

Minerva watched him leave and for just a moment questioned her sanity. Aaron, she realized was right, she knew earlier that he was telling her the truth but the skeptic in her wouldn't allow her to believe even with all that had happened to her and Dwight. She recalled even using the term ghost herself and had been considering calling in paranormal experts, she knew but rejected the idea of the supernatural because she had always been a practical woman who had never believed in or had an imaginary friend. The tooth fairy or anything remotely paranormal and that included Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were pure fantasy and nothing more. Whenever anyone performed what they called magic tricks, they had to prove to her beyond all shadow of a doubt that it was really magic and usually they failed confirming her belief that there were no such things as ghosts, witches or anything else for that matter. Now she had undeniable proof.




The House Ch. 10



Minerva looked around the living room until her eyes fell on the picture of Aaron and his wife Clara. She was forced to believe that he was real, Dwight she realized believed and had been invaded by one entity and had allowed another to enter him in order to protect her. She thought about the day that she saw the house, how she felt like she belonged here. Even after the nights spent in the woods she still felt like she belonged here. The thought of leaving had never crossed her mind, this was her home. Curious as to what was happening outside, Minerva made her way to the front door and opened it blinking several times when she saw the spirits of what had to be fifteen people. Judging from the way that they were dressed, she recognized them to be slaves.

*****

Sadie and Henry waited in the front yard, their forms semi-solid. With them stood fifteen spirits who had all been slaves of Sebastian and his family at one time. They wore the rags that they had been buried in after they had either been worked or beaten to death for some infraction.

Aaron had given Sadie the privilege of deciding what to do with Sebastian; it didn't take her long to come up with what she considered to be a fitting eternity for him.

Once they were outside, Aaron left Dwight's body dragging Sebastian out with him. Aaron glanced down at Dwight and was pleased to see that he was still breathing but unconscious. Aaron drug Sebastian to the middle of the yard where they were immediately surrounded by the fifteen spirits. 

"Do you recognize any of these spirits?" Aaron asked as he forced Sebastian to look at them.

Sebastian's eyes widened in recognition as the spirits one at a time came to stand before him and gave him an angry stare. These were the slaves that he had been the cruelest to just because he could and no one would stop him. He backed up only to be stopped by Aaron.

"Hello Sebastian." A deep voice said. "You remembers me?" it asked.

Sebastian did remember, Paul.

"Din think you'd see me agin did ya?" Paul asked. "No sirree, I betcha surprised but not as surprised as we was." he added. Paul turned his back to Sebastian and lifted up his tattered shirt, "Remember why you done this?" he asked.

When Sebastian didn't reply, Paul spoke.

"Twas over a hundred degrees in the fields, I begged you to let us stop long nuff to drink some water, you member what you said? You said that we ain't worked hard nuff for no drink. I begged you agin and touched your boot, you said that I was disrespectin' you and you had me whipped til there was hardly no skin left. You member that?" Paul asked.

Sebastian didn't reply but began to beg Aaron for mercy. 

"Aaron, please! Send me anywhere but with these people!" Sebastian said understanding what his fate was to be.

"I think that these people as you call them would be the perfect group for you to spend eternity with, I'm sure that they have much to discuss with you." Aaron said.

"Just let me go and I won't ever come back to these parts!" Sebastian begged.

"I let you go once and you didn't take advantage of my generosity but you're begging from the wrong person, it's Sadie that you need to beg mercy from." Aaron replied.

"Where is she?" Sebastian asked looking around, overlooking Sadie who was standing right in front of him.

"That be me." she said looking up at him and smiling pleasantly.

"You?" Sebastian asked realizing that once again his fate rested in the hands of a black woman but this one had actually been a slave.

"You wantin to ask me somethin?" Sadie asked sweetly.

"You can't be serious!" Sebastian said, "You let a slave decide where I'm supposed to go? You can't...."

"I can and I did." Aaron replied. "And for the record, Sadie isn't a slave." Aaron added.

Sebastian looked down at Sadie and swallowed hard not believing that he was going to beg from one such as her.

"I guess you don't." Sadie quipped.

"Wait! I...."

"Too late, I seen the way you jus looked at me. I still ain't nothin to you but a colored woman who should be a slave and I knows that had you won, all of us of coloreds would be made into slaves agin. My choice stands, Paul, take him with ya, he all yours." Sadie said.

A cheer went up to the skies from the slaves as they grabbed at Sebastian; he managed to break away for just a moment but was caught by Paul. Seemingly from out of nowhere, a pair of shackles appeared in Sebastian's ankles.

"Cain't have ya runnin away now can we?" Paul asked as a pair of irons appeared on Sebastian's wrists. Sebastian began to struggle even though he knew that it was useless, his bellows of rage and fear could be heard as he vanished from sight with the slaves that he had mistreated so badly.

*******

Minerva watched the scene from the porch, this was real. She was living in her own personal ghost story, it was a story that she would never be able to tell, and no one would believe her.

"Damn!" Dwight said as he sat up rubbing his head and then his back.

Minerva hopped down the steps and over to him. For just a second, she was going to make him prove that he was who she thought he was but stopped herself. She had just watched Sebastian being taken away in shackles, this really was Dwight.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I hurt like hell but I'm alright... Minerva, did I hurt you? Are you alright?" Dwight asked.

"I'm fine and no you didn't hurt me." she replied hugging him.

"Easy there!" Dwight said with a groan. "I think that Aaron broke a rib or two when he jumped in."

"Oops! Sorry" Minerva said as she let Dwight go.

"Need a hand?" Aaron asked.

"Don't mind if I do." Dwight replied taking Aaron's outstretched hand with one hand and holding his side with another.

"You need a hospital." Minerva said. "I'll call 911."

Dwight laughed, "You know, I think that you've given that place more business in the last couple of weeks than they've seen in a year."

"What are you going to tell them? Minerva asked.

"I'm sure as hell not going to tell them the truth." Dwight said with a grimace. "I'll tell them that I fell in the woods and leave it at that." he added.

The ambulance arrived twenty minutes later, fortunately, Dwight didn't know any of the EMTs; he wasn't in the mood for another go round with Beth. Minerva wanted to go with him but he stopped her, this time it was really going to be goodbye at least for now.

"No baby, you stay here." He told her. "I think that you and Aaron have some unfinished business."

"But...."

"I'm fine, they'll probably hit me up with some narcotics and I'll go to sleep." Dwight said. Before they took him away, he kissed her knowing that Aaron would be pissed but he didn't care.

"You need me you call me no matter the time alright?" he asked.

Minerva nodded not trusting herself to speak, Beth; she thought really was a fool.

*******

Aaron stood back and watched. He didn't like the fact that Dwight had kissed Minerva but he couldn't deny that Dwight had been instrumental in saving her and the woods from Sebastian. When Dwight passed from this life, he would have a place here if he wanted it. What would happen with Minerva if he chose to live here after his death Aaron didn't know but that was in the future. In the present, there was one very beautiful, stubborn and skeptical woman to deal with.

******

Minerva watched the ambulance pull off taking Dwight to the hospital. She had to wonder if she would have listened to Aaron sooner if Dwight wouldn't have gotten hurt.

"No he wouldn't have." Aaron said from behind her.

"Gee thanks." Minerva said. "Make me feel worse than I already do." she added.

"That wasn't my intent." Aaron said quietly. "You aren't the only one who could have stopped some things from happening as they did." 

"Aaron, you have to understand something, this is me. I never take things at face value; if you told me that the sky was blue I would ask you to prove it. Until I came here I never believed in anything that couldn't be proven and even now in spite of everything that I've just seen, I'm questioning my sanity. I don't understand a lot of what's happened over the last couple of weeks and I have the feeling that I won't but it's killing me because this is a puzzle that I can't solve."

"I understand because there are things about this that I don't understand myself. For instance how it is that I can love you even though I am a ghost, a solid one but still a ghost. I don't even understand how it came about that you are here and that you are meant to be here but I know that its true-it's called faith. Not everything can be explained nor should they be, some things just are and some things such as you buying the house were meant to be, even you and Dwight were meant to be as much as I didn't like it."

Minerva sat on the porch swing and rocked it slowly.

"Is Sebastian really gone?" she asked.

"He is and he can never return here or anywhere else, if he should manage to escape, he will be hunted by those who have him and be taken back. He will never be hard to find because there is no place that he can go and there are no spirits that can help him even if they wanted to." Aaron replied sitting next to her.

"Why me?" Minerva asked. "I was just driving through on vacation; I had no plans of buying a house."

"But this one called to you did it not? The day that you walked through, you felt its acceptance of you and whether you knew it or not, you accepted it as well. Why you? I don't have the answer to that and I doubt that I ever will." Aaron said as he reached over and touched a braid.

Neither of them spoke for several minutes, Minerva had so many questions most of which would never be answered no matter how much she wanted to know.

"Minerva, there are things that I could have done differently." Aaron said. "I should have known who and what lived in my woods but to be frank, I didn't care until you came and I knew that you were threatened, but even then I didn't take the control that I should have. I should have begun to show myself to you long before I did but I wasn't ready to admit how I felt about you. Even tonight it wasn't until I realized that I could really lose you that I was able to say the words that stopped Sebastian. It never should have reached the point that it did and for that I apologize."

"Wow, a man who's not afraid to say that he's sorry." Minerva said. "So what happens now?" she asked.

"You have to say that you believe and accept what I am." Aaron replied.

"Ok and then what?" Minerva asked.

"We make love and are bound together forever." Aaron replied.

Minerva hesitated, "You mean as in eternity? What if I decide that I want to marry Dwight or someone else?" she asked.

"You won't." Aaron replied.

" I won't what?" Minerva asked.

"You won't marry anyone else, you belong here with me and you know it." Aaron replied. "When I lay with you at night, you faced me even though you usually face the opposite direction. The night I touched your nipple with my lips, you climaxed harder than you ever did with Dwight or anyone else. Tonight in your dream when I kissed you, did you want me to stop?"

"Kind of stuck on yourself aren't you?" Minerva replied but not denying what Aaron said.

"Excuse me? I don't ...."

"It means that you think that you're the greatest thing around." Minerva explained.

"Conceited you mean? No, that I am not but I am honest." Aaron said. "I am honest enough to admit that I have lusted after you from the moment I saw you dancing naked and that I am lusting after you now." he added.

Minerva didn't reply but looked out into the woods, her woods.

"I can't tell you that I love you." she said looking back at him.

"I know this but in time it will come and that isn't conceit, it is a fact." Aaron said. "But be that as it may, love isn't required in order to please each other is it?" he asked stroking Minerva's cheek.

To her surprise, his hand felt warm and not cold as she had expected. It also felt as solid as her own hand did as it brushed up and down her cheek and brushed against the corner of her mouth.

"Minerva, do you accept what I am?" Aaron asked softly as he moved closer to her side.

Minerva struggled with herself, the practical part of her telling her that the things that happened couldn't have, but they did damn it! She thought. They happened! She closed her eyes as she battled with herself. Finally she opened her eyes and looked at Aaron.

"I.... I accept you for who and what you are, lord of the house and of the woods." 

For several minutes everything went silent then slowly, the sounds of the night began again.

Sadie and Henry stood by the little house in the back holding hands and then vanished inside, their work for the time being done.

********

Dwight was being admitted into his room, he was mentally and physically exhausted but very glad that it was finally over and that Minerva was safe. He loved her and had been willing to die for her and would do it again but for now she belonged to and with Aaron but someday he would see her again but not in this lifetime. When he died he already knew where he wanted to be buried, if he had remarried, his wife would just have to understand. As soon as he was recovered, he would make a call to his attorney to make his wishes known. He already knew that Aaron wouldn't mind, he was linked to both him and Minerva. The knowledge that he would see both of them again would comfort him over the next thirty years.

*******

Minerva lay on the bed nude waiting for Aaron to make his appearance. They had talked for several hours figuring out exactly what their relationship was. In the end, they decided that at this point in time, that it had no name until Minerva was ready to say that she loved Aaron. They also agreed that they were consenting adults and that there would be nothing wrong with meeting the physical needs of the other. As she waited, she began to question herself again, she found herself trying to rationalize the events of the evening finally giving up when she accepted that there was no rational explanation.

Aaron for his part had no problems with telling Minerva that he loved her and planned on proving it in bed in the hopes that by the time he was finished she would feel the same way. While Minerva got ready for bed, Aaron walked around the woods. He wanted every being there to know who he was and that he or Minerva weren't to be fucked with. He walked until he reached the middle of the woods and yelled at the top of his lungs,

"I AM AARON RICHARDS LORD OF THE HOUSE AND THESE WOODS, MINERVA IS MY WOMAN AND SHE RULES THE HOUSE AND WOODS BY MY SIDE. THREATEN US AT YOUR OWN PERIL OR LIVE WITH US IN PEACE, THE CHOICE IS YOURS!"

Aaron listened to the whispers of the spirits around him, a few of them left to go to other places. The rest whispered their understanding and their loyalty to Aaron and Minerva before leaving to other parts of the woods spreading the word as they went.

As he made his way back, he heard the sounds of lovemaking coming from the small house in the back of the property; he recognized the voices of Henry and Sadie. "Good for them" he murmured as he made his way back to the house.

He appeared beside the bed and looked down at Minerva who met his gaze head on.

"I won't hurt you." he assured her.

"I wasn't worried." Minerva replied. "I was just wondering if you'd be able to keep up with me." She teased.

Once she had gotten over the ghost issue and accepted Aaron for whom and what she was, she relaxed. "It is what it is." she told him. Aaron really had no idea of what she meant by that and decided that he would ask her about it later, it wasn't important enough to warrant further discussion now.

"I do believe that I was just issued a challenge." he replied as he undressed and got into bed next to her. "And it is one that I will gladly accept." he added as he kissed Minerva's neck and shoulder. "Will you teach me how to use your gadgets?" he murmured against her ear.

"On you or on me?" Minerva asked.

Aaron paused, "those can be used on males?" he asked.

"Yep, want me to show you?" Minerva asked.

"I...."

"Chicken." Minerva teased and made clucking sounds.

Aaron appeared to take the bait, "Fine, show me." he said.

Minerva was thrilled, there was only one other man that let her use toys on him and that had been Dwight. Minerva rolled over and reached into her drawer of toys and pulled out two rubber coated nipple clamps that vibrated and a vibrator. Aaron watched her with interest; she thought that she was pulling one over on him when what he wanted was for her to use her toys on him. He wanted to experience the pleasure that they gave her for himself.

"Oh...." Aaron moaned when Minerva pulled on one of his nipples and applied a clamp.

"Does it hurt?" Minerva asked concerned.

"No, it feels good." Aaron replied as he reached down to touch himself.

"None of that." Minerva said lightly swatting at his hand.

She tugged at his other nipple and applied the clamp making him moan louder.

"Ready?" she asked after giving him a few minutes to settle down.

Aaron nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. Minerva turned the clamps on low speed and watched Aaron's reaction. Her womb clenched when he moaned and grabbed hold of his cock. She gently removed his hands and held them firmly in hers.

"Wait for it." she murmured more to herself than to him, "wait for it." she repeated. "Five, four, three, two, one" she counted in her head and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Aaron's mouth opened as his hips bucked, but she wasn't done. Minerva released his hands, picked up the small vibrator and turned it on low. Dwight liked the higher speeds but Aaron was a sex toy newbie and she wanted to be gentle. As she sucked on his enlarged cock head, she applied the vibrator at the base of his cock and moved it up and down the shaft.

"Fuck!!" Aaron screamed as he came.

Minerva braced herself to feel his come coat her tongue and throat frowning when it didn't happen. Aaron was having a massive orgasm she could see and feel it but where was the juice? A few minutes later the orgasm was over and Aaron's face was buried between Minerva's legs and he was eating at her like a man possessed. His tongue flicked across her clit several times before he took it into his mouth and sucked. Reaching for the vibrator, he fumbled with it until he accidentally turned it on and pushed it inside of her turning the speed up to high without realizing it.

Minerva came with a scream as loud as Aaron's had been but he didn't stop. He took the vibrator out and tossed it aside as he moved so that he was over her body and slid into her his cock replacing the vibrator. Minerva barely had time to catch her breath before she climaxed again with Aaron buried deep inside of her.

"Oh my god." Minerva said as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Oh my god indeed." Aaron agreed as he took a trembling Minerva into his arms and kissed her.

When she could talk again, Minerva asked about his wives, if they appreciated his talents.

"Unfortunately no, both of them thought that the act of making love was something to be tolerated and not enjoyed." Aaron said. Minerva listened as he told her about the previous owners and how the woman had been the first woman that he had ever seen pleasure herself, she Minerva had been the second and by far the more exciting. 

"You were and are so comfortable with your body and the sounds that you make when you are aroused... you were and are magnificent." Aaron said pulling her closer.

"I think that you were just horny which reminds me, how come you didn't come in my mouth?" she asked.

"I should have said something, but while I orgasm and I have the sensation of ejaculating, there is no ejaculate. I don't know why but it is common for the male spirits not to ejaculate" he explained.




The House Ch. 10



"Well that's disappointing." Minerva said as she fell asleep.

*******

When she woke up, it was to the feeling of a warm mouth sucking on a nipple and a hand between her legs.

"Good morning to you too." Minerva said as she reached down and took Aaron's cock into her hand and began to stroke it.

Aaron released the nipple and took the other into his mouth and gently rolled it between his lips. Minerva opened her legs to give Aaron more access. The resulting orgasm wasn't as intense of the earlier ones but was no less satisfying. Minerva went back to sleep only to wake up in bed alone. She wondered where Aaron was as she crawled out of bed pleasantly sore and went to the bathroom.

Aaron was out in the woods standing at his burial place. To his right was a headstone that had no name on it, that would be Minerva's. To the left of hers was another headstone, that one would be Dwight's. When the time came, he would have to share Minerva, it was something that he would have to get used to but he had decades before that happened and he was going to enjoy every single minute of it.

******

Five years later

Minerva dressed for the evening, it was Aaron's birthday and the spirits of the woods were going to have a party for him at the same clearing where she had spent the night second night with Dwight. She almost called him to invite him but thought better of it, he had remarried and from what she understood the woman never let him far out of her sight. Minerva ran into them once and had an instant dislike to the woman. Dwight made the introductions and held Minerva's hand for just a little too long and of course his wife, Lori noticed.

"Just how do you know my Dwight?" she asked as she gave Minerva the evil eye.

"Oh, he sold me the Richard's place five years ago." Minerva replied with a small smile.

"You live up there all by yourself?" Lori asked surprised.

"Umm yeah." Minerva replied although it was technically a lie.

"Aren't you scared up there by yourself? They say it's haunted." Lori said forgetting about Dwight.

"No." Minerva replied ignoring the statement about the woods being haunted.

After that meeting Minerva tried to avoid Dwight and his wife, she didn't want to do anything that might cause problems for Dwight and that included inviting Dwight to Aaron's birthday party. His parties had to be the strangest parties that she had ever planned; there was no food except for whatever she ate which included roasted marshmallows but lots of music and dancing.

She had convinced Aaron a week or two after the Sebastian fiasco to get rid of his burial clothes and to try modern clothes. It was like pulling teeth to get him to agree and as soon as he did, Minerva was out of the door and at the nearest men's clothing store. When she got back, Aaron looked at the clothes warily but tried them on not at all sure that he liked them.

"Nice ass." Minerva said when he tried on the jeans. He drew the line at underwear.

"What in the hell are those?" he asked when Minerva showed him the bikini cut underwear. He tried them on and promptly took them off refusing to try to wear them so he went commando which they both discovered wasn't such a bad thing.

Now Aaron in his solid form looked just like any other human male but he couldn't leave the property at least not in that form. Minerva loved going to the movies with Aaron in his ghostly form, no one could see him and the things that he did to her in the dark. The challenge was not to scream or moan during the quiet part of the movie, there were a couple of close calls but it only added to the excitement.

The first months were probably the hardest, changing her mindset had been no easy feat and there were times that she knew that she exasperated Aaron. Her sister Diana came to visit her several times and hinted about moving in with her. "NO!" Aaron would whisper in Minerva's ear, Diana got on his nerves as much as she got on Minerva's. 

When Diana wouldn't take no for an answer, Minerva finally told her what she knew to be the truth.

"You would be bored silly out here and you would go nuts and drive me there with you." 

Reluctantly, Diana agreed and settled for a two week visit once a year or so.

As she finished dressing, Aaron appeared behind her and put his arms around her. 

"I love you Minerva." he whispered against her neck.

"I love you too birthday boy" she replied. "You get your gift later."

"I can hardly wait any chance that I can see it now?" he asked.

"Nope, we'll never get out of here if I show it to you now." she replied.

Minerva looked at her reflection in the mirror; she could see that she was beginning to age. She still looked good, still wore her thong underwear and could still shake her ass in a way that made Aaron hard in no time but she was aging while Aaron looked the same.

"You are still beautiful and you belong to me." Aaron said as he kissed her.

Minerva forced a smile and turned around in his arms, "You won't say that when I'm eighty and my hips creak when I shake my ass for you." she teased but she was half serious.

"Even if you live to be a hundred, you will be beautiful and my cock will still get hard when you shake your ass." Aaron replied meaning it.

"We'll see." Minerva replied, a bit of the old skeptic showing.

Twenty-five years later

Dwight sat in the recliner watching reruns of old football games. Lori his wife had passed away the year before and as she had requested was buried with her family in Alabama. Over the years she had mentioned Minerva several times wanting to know what had been between them and if there was still something. Dwight had tried to reassure her but knew that she had never believed him.

"You say her name in your sleep." Lori told him one morning. "So tell me again how there's nothing between you." she insisted.

Dwight never answered her; instead he walked out and went to work. That day was the last time Lori brought up Minerva's name and the last time that Dwight ever truly rested well.

Even though he didn't really love Lori, he missed her. In her way she had cared for him deeply and was able to deal with Beth often putting her in her place when she became too critical of him or the kids. Tonight he didn't feel well, it wasn't anything specific so he didn't worry about it. After the game was over, he struggled out of his chair, went to the bathroom making sure to take his urinal to the bedroom with him. He had fallen one too many times in his hurry to make it to the bathroom and using the urinal eliminated the need to get out of bed. He got into bed and closed his eyes.

When he woke, it was to a roomful of people, some of them crying. He saw Joe and Becky with their kids standing by a casket. It was then that he looked down at himself and realized that he was standing tall and straight, the fingers of his hands weren't swollen or hurting with the pain of arthritis, he looked as though he was thirty years younger. The suit that had once hung off of him in life was now a perfect fit. Understanding dawned, he had died in his sleep and this was his funeral. He walked over to his casket and looked down at his aged body and bid it farewell. He went to where his children stood and listened to their conversation.

"What is the big deal about that place anyway?" Joe asked Becky.

"I don't know but it's what he wanted." Becky replied.

"I still say that we should have buried him next to mom." Joe replied.

"Joe, mom hated him, he wouldn't have rested there and besides, it's too late anyway."

Dwight left the church and made his way to the woods where Aaron was waiting for him by the headstone.

"Welcome Dwight." he said extending his hand.

"Thank you how's Minerva?" Dwight asked.

"She's ill; it won't be too much longer before she is with us." Aaron said.

"Is she frightened?" Dwight asked.

Aaron chuckled, "You our Minerva, even if she was she wouldn't admit to it." 

"She's one hell of a woman isn't she?" Dwight asked.

"That she is." Aaron agreed. "Are you ready to go see her?" Aaron asked.

*******

Minerva moved slowly around the kitchen, she had long given up wearing the thong underwear and definitely the ass shaking. Aaron had become the patient lover still insisting that she was a beautiful as the day he had first seen her in the driveway.

"You are such a liar." she whispered, "but I love you for it."

"I, my love do not lie." Aaron would tell her as he held her at night. It seemed that she was always cold now. She pulled the sweater tighter around her even though it was July and the air conditioner wasn't running. She made her way to her bedroom taking one step at a time careful not to lose her balance. Dwight was coming and she wanted to change her clothes. Aaron had wanted her to wait until he came back but she was impatient, that part of her hadn't changed. She wanted to take the pink rollers out of her thinning wispy hair and put on the nice purple outfit that she had ordered through a mail order catalogue before Dwight got there. Minerva looked at herself and harrumphed, "sexy my ass" she muttered as she tried to make some sense out of her hair. Minerva glanced at the clock and decided to make a quick call to her attorney, she wanted to be sure that everything was as they wanted it. 

"Yes Minerva, the house is never to be sold and neither are the woods. You have more than enough money for the upkeep of the house to last millennia thanks to the artifacts you sold. Yes your descendents will be cared for."

The conversation was always like this, Minerva knew that the lawyer was tired of her weekly phone calls but she had to be sure that all was ready.

She finished dressing and made her way back down the stairs just in time to see Dwight looking as handsome as ever standing next to Aaron. 

"Minerva." he breathed. He didn't see an old woman with white wispy hair, he saw her as Aaron did, a beautiful woman that he had loved for the past thirty years. Dwight had to concentrate on remaining solid but Aaron assured him that soon it would take no effort at all.

Dwight felt tears roll down his face as he held Minerva for the first time in thirty years. "I have missed you so much." he cried. Minerva hugged him back crying too. Aaron left them alone, he had had her to himself for thirty years, and they needed some time alone.

Dwight cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently, "You are still beautiful." he murmured against her lips.

"And you sir, are a liar." Minerva chucked.

That night Dwight slept on one side of her and Aaron on the other with their arms around her. The next morning Minerva couldn't get out of bed, she stayed in bed all day and all that night refusing to eat or drink anything. Neither Dwight nor Aaron left her side when her breathing became shallow and erratic.

"Are you frightened?" Aaron asked her.

"No, you and Dwight are here with me." Minerva replied as she snuggled closer to Aaron for warmth.

By morning, Minerva had taken her last breath with both Aaron's and Dwight's arms around her, neither of them cried because they knew that she would be joining them for all of time. Minerva had arranged to have yard work done every Monday so it was only a matter of time before her body was found. Several minutes after her last breath, Minerva's spirit rose from its shell and stood by the bed looking down at herself. She then looked at herself marveling that she looked as she did thirty years ago. She touched her arms and then her face running her hands through her braids. Grinning at Dwight and Aaron, she turned her back to them and shook her ass at them before taking off at a run with the two of them chasing her.

*******

The three of them attended Minerva's funeral service together. Dwight stood on one side of her holding one hand while Aaron held the other. Not many people from New York came, Diana was too ill to travel but a few of the younger relatives came. One of them, Minerva didn't recognize was video taping the ceremony for Diana as were some others. 

After the service, Minerva mingled among the unsuspecting guests stopping when she heard someone ask why she didn't want to be buried in New York.

"I don't know." The minister replied, "She was adamant that she be buried here but what I find strange is that the house or the woods can never be sold."

"Really?" 

Minerva moved on to the next group of sympathizers and wondered why they were here, she didn't know them.

"Do you really think that we could challenge that no sale thing?" A young man in the group asked.

Minerva stopped, were they talking about her and Aaron's woods?

"Truthfully? No but nothing ventured is nothing gained." An older man said.

Minerva made a mental note to remember these people; they could be trouble down the road. If they did, they would be dealt with as every other prospective buyer was dealt with, they would be scared shitless. No one was ever hurt but they didn't come back either. Now she and Dwight would be able to join in on the fun.

Minerva, Dwight and Aaron left before the repast was over and headed to the burial site. Dwight's name was already on his head stone; Minerva's would be put on hers before the week was out. Taking the hand of each man, Minerva led them to the clearing where the misshapen tree marked the entrance. She could hear the music as they got closer; her official welcome home party was in full swing.



The House Ch. 10



Jane pulled her spreading hands apart, opening Phoebe's buttocks even further as John presented his well-oiled cock to her loose and ready sphincter. Phoebe grunted hard as soon as she felt the invading cock penetrate her pouting hole, but it wasn't necessary, John had prepared her so well that the feel of the head of his maleness in her was most pleasurable. He waited allowing her to adjust. Phoebe wiggled her bum a little and then with slow pressure moved back taking more of his wonderful intrusive cock into her. John was in heaven feeling the tight anal ring slowly slide down his cock taking him more deeply into Phoebe's loving ass. Soon his balls were against her hairy snatch feeling the heavy moisture leaking from her. John waited until Phoebe gave the first indication that she needed more. Jane had watched in awe as Phoebe took in all of John's staff. She spread her thighs a little more, allowing Phoebe's tongue deeper into her folds, which were juicing readily, coating Phoebe's tongue. 

Jane was almost ready to cum but wanted to wait for her lovers' climaxes. Phoebe began to move, and with the movement John moved as well, slowly at first, but soon a rhythm of deep penetrating thrusts were established. Phoebe felt so wonderfully filled. She had given all of herself to her man and now was reaping the rewards, building towards her needs, her bum sending exotic messages of urge and release, as her uterus tightened, tendrils of orgasm squirming in her abdomen as her ass sent messages of fulfillment. John's cock thrust vigorously, his balls tightened slowly building that wonderful need to spew. He reached beneath Phoebe sliding his oily hands between Phoebe's tits and his mother's abdomen, grasping her tits as though they were the reins to a horse. He pulled on her tits forcing her bum back against him, released and pulled, released and pulled, thrusting deeply. Phoebe was on the verge of orgasm, moaning out her passion, sucking the juices from Jane's quivering body whose orgasmic bliss needed instant relief. Phoebe couldn't quite cross the threshold she had achieved, her whole body quaked with desire and yet she couldn't quite cross the divide. Her ass now felt wonderfully alive, full of cock, but her body quivered in need. She needed to be touched, touched in that special spot. She knew that just the faintest touch would send her over the top. God she loved being fucked in the ass but she needed to be touched. She was going to scream if something didn't happen. Jane saw her son's balls tighten and knew it was time for them all. With extended tongue she lifted her head, feeling her son's balls rub against her forehead, and just with the very tip touched Phoebe's clit. It was like the trigger device to a bomb, Phoebe went off screaming into Jane's cunt as John's hot scorching cum filled her ass. Jane was so orgasmic that her body withered under Phoebe's until Phoebe collapsed on top of her losing John's invasive, sensation giving cock. A whitish dribble leaked from her ass. Phoebe was completely satisfied she had done her all. Sleep was all she needed. She was totally satiated. She cuddled into her lovers feeling their warm bodies loving hers. She didn't know it then but the library was going to open late that morning Phoebe was exhausted.

The house gathered pheromones enjoying the pleasure the threesome had developed in it. It too was satiated by the day's events but it was looking forward to tomorrow knowing that the gang of six would return. It also suspected that maybe that wonderful couple Paul and Chantal might return to complete the loving they had started within its walls. The house wanted John to finish with its upgrades. There was still the list of twenty that the house wanted John to go through.



The House Ch. 11



The following morning the doorbell rang at eight thirty waking them all. The first of the tradesmen had arrived. Phoebe was in a state of panic, the library was to open at nine. She'd never make it. As John threw on a robe to answer the door the two women grabbed their clothes and ran downstairs to the shower room where they could dress without being interrupted. Phoebe, jumped into her clothes, not too happy with the selection she had made the night before to wear over to John's. Although she felt they were appropriate wear for John to see, she felt they might be a little too sexy for the library. In reality they were lovely clothes very appropriate for any occasion, it was just that Phoebe's sense of clothes had not caught up with her newfound sexual freedom. To make matters worse some man actually whistled at her as she hurried to the library. 

John brought the electrician upstairs to see what was needed slightly irritated that he would not have time for his early morning loving with his mom. He explained what he wanted for the bathroom and walk-in closet as well as several new wall plugs around the huge new master bedroom. The electrician explained that he would also have to take down the last remaining walls so that he could bring the room up to code. John assured him that it would be done. They shook hands and the electrician said he would phone him with an estimate that afternoon. John turned to his sleepy mom still in his bathrobe to kiss her awake when the doorbell rang again. "I'll get it," she said. "You go get some clothes on." By the time John got out of the shower room another electrician was looking over the job site and scribbling notes to himself. Again John insisted on a quick quote and was assured he'd get one by the afternoon. John wasn't quite sure why he was in such a rush, but felt he just wanted to get it over with. By the time, the first plumber was finished looking the gang of six had arrived to move the tub. There went the thought of loving his mom that morning. 

The tub was a real problem. Made of thick cast iron to hold the heat it weighted what felt like a ton. With the girls, three to aside, and he and his mom at either end they could only move it a couple of feet at a time, with large rest breaks in between. Although John enjoyed watching the heaving chests, as the girls regained oxygen, he wanted to get moving on the project. Finally, the tub was inside the two by four walls of the new bathroom. John asked the girls if they would help him tear down the last remaining bedroom and take it down the stairs to the refuse bin. They assured him that they would, and Mia suggested that he should spring for lunch. It was agreed and the girls, now old pros at this job tore down the walls surrounding the bed as John covered it with plastic. John inserted the missing two by fours in the new bathroom walls were the tub had gone through and as he finished, his mom answered the door once more. This time, it was the arrival of the ordered supplies, and he instructed them to deliver the order to the third floor. Soon with the help of the girls, the plywood, drywall, tape and miscellaneous supplies were coming up the stairs. When that was done, the girls began to sweep and mop making sure not to raise too much dust. Finally, they folded up the plastic over the bed. John in the meanwhile was fitting dry wall to one side of bare two by fours, with his mother's help. When he saw that the girls were almost done he asked them to move the bed to the center of the room so he could work around the edges laying plywood to cover the lines in the floor where the old walls had stood.

The house had not sent any urges their way that morning because it wanted the trades' people to be quick, but now with the deliveries made it felt it could stir the pot a little. Suddenly the women felt their pussies gush and John had to adjust himself. The house liked making sure that all were horny before continuing to condense the pheromones it had collected over the last few days. The smell that made people so libidinous was simply pheromones so distilled that anyone could smell them. The house had discovered that it made a wonderful aphrodisiac, which kept men hard, and women wet. 

Jane, finally noticing the time, told the girls to go have a shower while she and John made lunch. The girls were soon in the shower, wet and soapy, as they talked about two nights ago when all of them had managed to fuck John. Their pussies dripped with the remembrances and all were soon extremely aroused wanting some sort of satiation, not knowing that if they had approached John, his mother would approve. Consequently, after drying themselves, they gathered their clothes and snuck upstairs to use the old bed. Six naked nymphs, extremely horny, needing gratification, sought new ways to excite and deplete themselves. They decided to gangbang each other one at a time until all had been completely used. At first, they simply spread eagled Sue on the bed and began to suck her pussy with one girl and each of her tits, but that wasn't good enough and Jean came up with an idea that would make them feel more vulnerable, more open, and more ready. 

Placing Wendy on her hands and knees, they used her as a workstation, positioning Sue on Wendy's back so that they were back-to-back, bum-to-bum. Sue's red haired pussy fully exposed, her back arched as her legs fell towards the bed. Jean straddled the two girls so that her pussy was giving Sue a cunt kiss and Mia and Julie suckled on a tit each. Mary was given the first turn of sucking on Sue's cunt. Crawling between both Wendy's and Sue's legs she could see Wendy's succulent bum as her mouth descended on Sue's exquisite rose petal pink pussy surrounded in red hair, juicy in preparation for the onslaught of mouth after mouth. Not wanting to leave Wendy out, Mary momentarily slid a finger into Sue's wet gash, before sliding the same finger into Wendy's asshole, eliciting a wiggle of delight. Her tongue thrust into Sue's wetness seeking tasty moisture to satiate her own needs and orgasmic pleasure for her friend. Her finger brought urge and release to Wendy's ass making Wendy's own pussy weep with need. Sue, who loved getting her big fat tits sucked, almost as much as her pussy, was in paradise as the two girls laved her tits. Sue's mouth drank the nectar flowing from Jean's kissing pussy, sometimes driving her tongue deep into the redolent gash. Wendy began to feel Sue's body begin to quake as wisps of orgasmic sensation built in her loins sending shivers of lust up her spine seemingly directly to her engorged nipples that were being softly nursed by warm wet mouths. Soon Jean felt the vibrations of moans in her receptive cunt bringing on orgasmic requirements of her own. 

Meanwhile, downstairs in the kitchen the lunch was almost ready and John and his mom were wondering what was holding the girls up. Jane volunteered to go look for them as John finished setting the table. When she arrived on the second floor, she immediately realized she couldn't hear the showers, but upon listening closely began to hear soft sexy moans coming from the floor above her. Not knowing what to expect she moved up the stairs quietly, until her head was just above floor level. She immediately saw the six naked women playing with each other with Sue laying on Wendy's back. Just as Jane arrived, Sue let out a pussy muffled scream announcing to the world her joy in orgasm. Jean followed suit demonstrating her quivering reaction to Sue's manipulating mouth with deep resonant growls of passion. Mary's head moved away from Sue's hairy gash exposing both Wendy's and Sue's bums with Sue's gash facing up and Wendy's facing down dripping her smelly feminine juices. As a matter of fact the whole room smelled of hot wet pussy causing Jane's own pussy to give forth its own scent as she watched. Jane was feeling inflamed herself, John had been busy feeling her up in the kitchen, not caring if the girls caught him playing with his mother's cunt. However, circumstances were reversed, Jane had caught them instead. What was she to do? 

Just then the girls switched positions, Wendy still on the bottom but now Jean and Julie nursed on Sue's large fat nipples while Mary began her version of a cunt kiss. Dropping her cunt on to Sue's lips, dripping wet, brought about by the tonguing she had just finished giving Sue. Now Sue would repay her with a wet warm tongue searching out her passions. Mia began to play with the two pussies before her, first licking Wendy's before sliding in a finger to coat it with Wendy's sticky cream. She imitated Mary and slid the now well-coated finger into Wendy's bum, before dipping her tongue in Sue overheated cunt. All the girls knew Wendy's proclivity to have something stuff her bum. Jane continued to watch and driven by the erotic sight, finally, after undoing the button on her jeans, slide her hand down the front causing a bulge with her questing hand over her gushy, smelly, horny, needy cunt. God she needed more than just her fingers, she needed, well she needed what was going on before her very eyes. 

She continued up the stairs, crossed the room and tapped Mia on the shoulder. "May I have some that?" she asked in a voice made low and husky with unbridled lust. Mia turned, her face shinny with fresh womanly juice, and upon seeing whom it was, made way, now realizing that John had come by his sexiness legitimately, inheriting it from his mother. Jane's tongue replaced Mia's in Sue's pussy and one of Sue's hands came down to hold her head in place. Sue had not liked the fleeting loss of tongue and with her hand wanted to assure herself that it would not happen again. One of Jane's finger sought out Wendy's pussy and penetrated deeply. Her other hand was still in her pants playing with herself. Jane's finger stroked Wendy's twat, while her tongue delved into the soft wetness seeking more sweet nectar from the gushing pussy before her. Sue was not far from her second orgasm, already the serpents slithered in her abdomen squeezing tight, her back arching, and her pussy hard against Jane's mouth. Her tits on fire, her nipples hard and demanding as soft wet mouths continued to suckle. 

Jane felt the buttons of her blouse undone as she continued to probe both girls. Suddenly the clasp that held her bra together released spilling her boobs out into Mia's waiting hands. She felt the firm caresses checking her feminine flesh before one hand let go, and seconds later her jeans loosened around her hips as she heard the zipper go. Her jeans and panties pushed to her knees and Mia's soft gentle hand slipped under her bum and between her acquiescent thighs, a stray finger touching her pouting swollen inner lips. The finger sent erotic messages to her tits and brain telling her she needed more. Mia's thumb stimulating her anus added new messages of requirement. Mia took the hand that had played in Jane's own pussy, and placed it in her mouth, sucking the creamy mucus from Jane's fingers. Mary, in the meanwhile, continued to rub her wetness against Sue's craving mouth providing sexual sustenance that drained down Sue's throat. Faster and faster Mary's pussy slithered over Sue's mouth and her groans of approaching orgasm filled the air. Sue herself growled out her needs into Mary's cunt as Jane's probing tongue gave more than it took and the shivers of a second orgasm began to plague Sue's lusting body. The resonant deep throated growls of Sue's orgasm sounded deep in Mary's slithering seeking pussy as her own orgasmic groans filled the room with her rapture. 

Again a switch was made, this time Jane rode Sue's mouth while Jean and Mary suckled on Sue's breasts. Julie now licked Wendy's bum before searching for Sue's pussy for her third orgasm. Downstairs John was wondering what the women where up to, it had been a while since his mother had gone looking for them. Just as he was about to go look the doorbell rang. 

Chantal had come to the library far earlier than usual. As soon as she was assured, the children had a proper lunch she had left. She told them she may be late that afternoon and they were to go to the next-door neighbor's after school. Her hand checked her freshly shaven pubes before going out the door. She was unsure what was happening to her but knew she wanted to see Paul again. She loved her husband and could not do without him and yet she knew she needed the mature man who had given her such ecstasy with his mouth yesterday. It was partly how he had shared her waters of love with her, spreading it over her tits, making her feel his own joy in her uninhibited passion. She realized now she had not given him the release that he had given her twice, and knew in her mounting need of him that she would share his semen with him just as he had shared her juices with her. She was surprised to find Paul already there when she walked in, sitting where she normally sat, obviously waiting in hopes that she might show up. His smile of joy upon seeing her was enough to make her pussy sing. Her return smile hardened him it was so full of love. Phoebe watched them for a moment as they met and thought she might have to revise her opinion as to whether they might be a couple. 

Without talking, they left the library, he tucking her hand beneath his arm as with mutual unspoken consent they began to walk towards the house. The house, attuned now to their particularly passionate mental signature, rattled a pipe in its happiness that they were returning. When they reached the door neither were embarrassed that they were returning so soon, so deeply engrossed with one another that such small details seemed insignificant to them. When John answered the door, he showed no surprise to see them. He simply invited them in and said, "I'll be on the third floor, just call if you need me." Then he turned and raced up the stairs.

As soon as they entered the house they could feel the need for each other accelerate, one with dripping cunt the other so stiffened it was painful. Chantal looked at Paul and them said, "I won't prevaricate Paul," using a word she had just learned, "I want us to go to the room we were in yesterday. I need you and want to finish what we started, so kiss me then take me there." Paul took her in his arms just inside the door and kissed her with enthusiasm caressing her soft round buttocks as he did so. Her glasses almost fell off her face as she kissed back. Her arms came up around his neck, drawing her body against him so she could press her breasts and tummy against him. She couldn't wait and left a little space between them so she could caress his cock through his pants. It wasn't enough and she undid his zipper taking him in hand realizing this was the first time she had held him by his sex. He groaned in response crushing her hand between them, thrusting himself into her hand. Her pussy wept, needing the hardened maleness in her hand. She broke the kiss with a whimper not wanting to at all, but feeling that they should at least get in a bedroom before she lost her clothes. 

She turned and ran up the spiraling staircase headed to the same place where he had loved her the day before; this time determined in her heart that she would return the wonderful sensations that he had created in her body. They'd share the sexual turmoil that pervaded her body when he was near. The moment the door closed, she was in his arms her clothing somehow melting off her body as their lips crushed each other having to back off a little as their teeth ground together. He slipped the glasses from her face sliding them into a pocket before his pants dropped to the floor. It left only his briefs as his hands ravished her boobs bringing out her nipples in such a display of turgidity that they ached with the urgency of her need. His mouth savaged her areolas his tongue rough against them as he gently chewed on her nipples making her already wet cunt drip in the necessity of her want. 

His hand slid through the wetness on her thighs touching her swollen flesh, his fingers probing her moisture. Instead of bringing relief it brought increasing body demands, her mouth whimpering against his. Her imperative cries sucked from her probing tongue. His hands burned on her body where they touched. Her quivering thighs needing to spread, to give him access, to surrender, to open, to take, to give, to fuck! Oh God was she in heaven or in hell? Her needs were now so great that she tried to tear the briefs from his body accidentally hurting him with her lust. He hardly noticed and between the two of them, they somehow managed to get the briefs off him, which he kicked into a corner. Naked at last, they caressed each other's sex, he noticing that her pubes had been freshly shaved for him that morning. She took him in hand using the tip to stimulate her clit, trying to climb his body so she could shove him deep inside of her. He would not yet allow it. He tongued her ear before he whispered his needs. 

She pushed him back onto the bed but instead of taking his cock into her cunt she took him into her mouth as she presented her hot wet pussy to his receptive mouth, assuming a sixty-nine position as thought they had done it all their lives. Her juices flowed over his tongue as with saliva she wet his cock using hand and mouth to stimulate. She didn't deep throat not believing it was best. She wanted his cum against her taste buds, his cream caressing her tongue as she acquiesced to his whispered request. Soon orgasmic requirements caused their bodies to shudder out their first mutual cum. His cock spraying her mouth with creamy spend as she doubled his joy with the thick cum in her cunt and the wet wondrousness of her squirt, leaving his face and neck dripping from her passion. She whirled on his body, her lips seeking his, as she gave him what he had requested; the ultimate creamy kiss, the sharing kiss that melded their sexuality together. Each trading taste as his face still dripped her passion. Eventually she would lick the residue from his face but for now the ultimate kiss continued returning passion to each other's bodies as the kiss went on. He began to stiffen again brought about by her soft creamy caressing lips. Lips that caressed his own as her nether lips now sought his stiffening cock.

When John raced up the stairs to the third floor, he discovered his mother spread-eagled across Mia's back while two naked nymphs suckled on her tits, a third was feeding her nectar from her swollen flower of love while a fourth was tonguing her hairy pubes seeking her clit to bring on orgasm. Sue lay beside them, now almost recovered from the four orgasms brought about by four questing tongues. John seeing the women were busy, forgot about lunch, and with a finger across his mouth signaling quiet asked Sue if she would like to come with him. Not disturbing his mother's ravishment, he took Sue to the second floor. He noticed the bedroom door at the front of the house was closed so he took one with a bed as far away from it as possible. Once he had the naked Sue on the bed, he stripped himself. His cock was hard and rampant as he quickly penetrated Sue's willing body. Sue was happy to get John first for the second time and her loins opened to receive him, wet and juicy for his penetration. They both noticed the guttural resonant groans coming from down the hall, but that simply made them hornier for each other.

The house was surprised at the level of activity. It had only spread sexual urge and had not needed to use its special scent. While thinking about it, it realized it no longer used the special scent with John when he was with his mother or Phoebe. Then it thought how wonderful it was to have Chantal in the house with her special kind of passion, as she loved her Paul. Both brought new meaning to the word sharing. For they both shared their love with unrestricted openness allowing each other access to all their charms. 




The House Ch. 11



Chantal slowly slid her pussy down his shaft enjoying the slither of her inner lips as they glided over his hardened prick. Her juices wetted him as she went. Her pussy enveloped him with her love. It was the first time she felt his cock deep inside her and she considered it a special time. The first taking of his seed deep within her core. It was symbolic of her need of him. Taking his gift, little did she know that in some ways he would take it back and then give it to her again. Her body began to move with a will of its own sliding her cunt over his shaft seeking as deep a penetration as she could. He thrust from below heaving his body upward in the back and forth of love. Instinctively she searched for orgasm, wanting to give him his as she took hers. Her movements becoming more frantic as her uterus tightened in preparation for climax. Her body began to shake in pre orgasmic bliss. She knew that soon she would begin to squirt.

Her moans turned to deep raspy guttural grunts intermixed with mewing cries as she reared up on his body, chest out, tits proudly displayed. Both hands pulled her pussy lips wide, above his inserted cock, allowing her passion to shower him with her love. She spewed her watery passion with hissing intensity all over his body. It felt as if her nipples needed to shoot bolts of lightening, they were so hot and achy, while her passion rained down on him. She collapsed on top of him almost rolling in her own moisture sharing her love with him. Then he surprised her by asking her to sit on his face so he could drain his seed from her body sharing his gift with her before he began kissing her once more with a creamy kiss filled with his love of her. She licked the moisture from his body in between kisses. In some ways, the trade of moisture only symbolized their inability to get enough of each other as their kisses continued rekindling their passionate natures. They needed still more before they would be satisfied. His hands went to her shaven pubes rubbing her crotch gently before inserting two fingers that curled against her G-spot. Rubbing softly, stimulating her to increased need as his fingers found her special place. He lowered his head and gently bit a nipple before taking it into his mouth to suckle, sending more exotic messages to her pussy. She lay there sexually stimulated but quietly content for she knew that as long as she needed him he would be there satisfying her every wish until exhaustion depleted her body of sexual desire. His gently penetrating hand maintaining her sexual nature until passion built once more. 

Upstairs, his mother now sexually satiated, lay beside the girls who now had Wendy on Jean's back, her cunt and ass exposed to their manipulations. Julie and Mary were sucking on her tits while Mia licked both her anus and her pussy before sliding a finger deep in her anus. Her tongue slathered her pussy with saliva, before for it pushed between the soft wet folds. They didn't know where Sue had disappeared to, but thought she might return seeing her clothes still lay on the floor. Down the hall from Chantal, John was in the midst of his orgasm filling Sue with his warm semi-transparent cum. Sue, in reply to his filling her, screamed out her passion, her pussy contracting on his shrinking dick. Paul and Chantal didn't even hear Sue's screams they were so immersed in their love of each other. Sue took John's hand and led him back up the stairs. When she saw the situation she said in a whisper to John, "why don't you take your mother downstairs while I cunt kiss Wendy, she needs something to keep her mouth occupied." John got his mother's attention and returned to the room where he had just screwed Sue and took his mom to bed spreading her eager thighs before impaling her with his cock. Wendy had a special treat as John's cum trickled down her throat direct from Sue's just filled pussy. 

The house noticed something different for the first time. Although the act of love seemed similar, when John entered his mother there was a different feel to it. It was hard to pinpoint the difference but although the act appeared the same as with Sue there was more touching more, more tenderness, more need as John fucked. His mother's response was similar. The house was beginning to understand the difference between a friendly recreational fuck and a fuck filled with love. When his mother fucked him, it was more like the fuck between Chantal and Paul just down the hall. Why it was the same as with Phoebe, not the first night when it had sprayed it scent about the room, but the last night when Phoebe, with his mother's help, had given John her ass with love in her heart. Although the house enjoyed both forms of copulation, it definitely preferred the giving and sharing of a loving fuck as opposed to the taking of a recreational fuck.

Chantal was holding Paul against herself as his hand continued to work its magic between her legs and his mouth traveled her body sometimes inhaling her nipples into his mouth sometimes kissing her bald pubic mound just above his rubbing fingers. She realized that in this particular mode the two of them could go on for hours without stopping, slowly building the sexual tension that would result in a renewed need for his penetrating prick, his cum, his love. The loving up stairs between the girls went on late into the afternoon until all the girls were satisfied and John tried to live up to his role of giving them a finishing fuck. After awhile the house had to help him with scent to maintain his erection. Chantal and Paul continued their caresses until the need to fuck again took precedence. The wonderful warmth of their love enveloped them.



The House Ch. 12



It was late in the evening before John and his mom were alone. Although Chantal and Paul had left around the supper hour, so that Chantal could be with her children. The gang of six had left more slowly and John was sure that Jean had been angling for a place in his bed that night. He wouldn't have minded if it hadn't been for the fact that it was the last night that his mom would be with him for a while. He knew it had been coming but had refused to accept it. Now he begged his mom to stay a little while longer. "No John," she replied, "I have four other children that need my attention from time to time. I promise I will be back as soon as I can. Not only will I miss you, but my body will as well, so please don't make it harder than it is." John made love to her several more times that night before allowing her to sleep knowing she had a long drive ahead of her. 

The following morning after a long goodbye with many kisses and hugs exchanged, he got to work with renewed vigor on the third floor renovations. Soon the electrician and plumber were chosen, partly on their estimate, but partly on the fact they were ready to begin the next day. John completed the dry walling of one side of each wall before laying plywood on the floor to form the sub floor beneath the wall-to-wall carpeting he planed. Soon he had the bed surrounded and all he had to do was move the bed to complete the job. He was going to phone Phoebe, but upon glancing at his watch noticed that it was getting close to her quitting time so he decided to walk over to the library to meet her, partly to see where she worked. When Phoebe saw John walk in, her pussy gushed almost as fast as a loving smile formed on her lips. She rushed over and kissed him in public. Something she had never done before. It was a proprietary kiss telling all who watched that this was Phoebe's man. The rumors would certainly abound the next day as she handed over to the evening staff and headed out the door with her man in tow. 

They walked hand in hand over to the house and the moment they got in the door they began to kiss. The house knew it didn't need to help but sent sexual urges their way just to be part of the loving. They knew they needed to eat something before going to bed, so they went to the kitchen and prepared a meal, amongst the kisses and groping. By the time, they were ready to sit down John's cock stood out stiffly from his fly, left there by Phoebe's manipulations. Phoebe, herself was not unscathed, her panty hose lay on the kitchen floor and her boobs fell from her open blouse. They tucked themselves away and sat down to gulp at their food. They then did the dishes, or at least Phoebe did the dishes while John felt her up and lifted the back of her skirt so his cock could slide between her legs. The truth of the matter was that John couldn't keep his fingers out of her warm juicy pussy and she was unable to stop handling his hard cock. 

Dishes half done, Phoebe turned and tried to mount him for a monkey fuck, but he needed more than a quick fuck. He needed her tasty juice in his throat, stoking his lust with her flavor. He needed her soft tits, with their hard fat nipples, he needed her silken hairy pussy, hot and wet against his mouth. He needed to drive his tongue deep into her succulent ass. In other words he needed all of her, and a fuck in the kitchen just wouldn't do it. He took her to his bed, spreading her legs hard as he buried his face in her soft hairy wetness, causing her bum to thrust her cunt against his mouth. She held his head against her as her body withered under his onslaught seeking more of his invading tongue. Finally she pulled her legs up until her knees were around her ears held there with her arms warped around her thighs. Now she was so exposed that her asshole begged its licking and he obliged her with probing tongue that probed and slithered over her hairiness. Sometimes penetrating her ass but other times her cunt as it traversed from one to the other. Phoebe's body began to quiver with need. 

"Oh John I'm so hot. Fuck me, oh please fuck me." Phoebe said as her pussy dry humped the air demonstrating her exquisite need. John enjoyed teasing Phoebe a little but not to the point of making her beg. He gave her pretty pussy one final long and tender kiss before moving up her body to kiss her lips as his cock probed for penetration. Phoebe's hand guided him. He felt himself immersed in her delicate warm wetness. The sensation was excruciatingly splendid surrounding his cock with liquid heaven. Slowly he allowed her pussy lips to slither over his hardness building the joy of love in them both. Her hairy snatch almost sucked on his dick in her intensity of want. All he could picture in his mind was her beautiful sopping wet pussy stroking him in her lust. Finally, the rhythm of their love built until bellies began to slap from the force of their loving. His cock penetrating deeply as her cunt demanded his cream. With a groan, the first of several spasms forced his seed into her as her guttural moans and cries sounded in his ear. As her body quivered out her pleasure, her kisses rained on his face. He knew that he had found the woman of his dreams. It was that night that Phoebe stopped living at her home although it would be a while before she could bring herself to sell it. 

The following day, his sister Elizabeth phoned, immediately asking what he had done to their mother. With a cold feeling in his gut, he searched for an answer, thinking that maybe his mother when she got home, had had second thoughts and confessed their incestuous relationship to her oldest child. Fortunately his sister continued to talk informing him she hadn't seen their mother so happy in years and wondered what he had done, He assured her that they had a good time and that mom had loved his house and enjoyed helping him work on it. His sister told him that the house was all mom could talk about and that she would like to see it herself. Would he mind if she came up to visit him, she had asked? They had settled for the next week because he had to go back to work the following week. The house heard him talk about returning to work and was not pleased with the idea. It had some concept of the value of money however, and realized John needed money if he were to continue bring the house back to its glory days. It began to plan.

The days passed quickly for John and Phoebe as their love intensified. The trades came and went finishing their work. The gang of six often over to help, sometimes with Phoebe's guidance they took their reward from John's hardened prick. Whether it was the house's influence or simply the knowledge that at a snap of her fingers John was hers, she allowed and even enjoyed watching her man effectively service six hot young cunts. Little did she know, as the weeks and mouths went by, that she would help him service many cunts, most not nearly as beautiful as her own. John began to notice that the trades were not sending him bills until one day he mentioned it in front of Mia. Mia explained that the gang of six, unbeknownst to John, had paid the trades with services of their own, keeping them well fucked if they worked hard. She assured him that his old t-shirts were correct, that plumbers liked it wet and electricians were fully charged. 

At last the tiling in the bathroom done and the old tub installed with a new innovation that circulated the water in the tub through a heating coil that kept the water to the temperature selected by thermostat. The shower was large, with four showerheads and a plate glass front. A toilet and a bidet completed the opulence. Phoebe loved the warm water the bidet squirted against her pussy, masturbating occasionally, sometimes with John present as the water played with her pussy lips stimulating her effectively. When she began to play with herself in front of John she usually ended up in bed full of cock, which her cunt absolutely loved. 

They dismantled the bed and laid the last of the plywood anticipating the arrival of the carpet layer the following morning. John's timing was perfect because the day after his sister was to arrive. The carpeting he selected was extremely plush and he had selected three layers of underlay, not sure, why he had, not knowing that in this selection the house had influenced him. The house wanted the floor to be soft and comfortable, so soft that one could sleep on it. The house had noticed the gang of six often bought lottery tickets and began to explore how the numbers were drawn. There were drawn at a local television station not far away. The machine that randomly selected the number balls, simply blowing them into the air until one would fall into a shoot. When six numbers were selected that way, a grand winner was announced. The house began to practice seeing if it could influence the selection of balls wanting to know if it were capable of selecting a winning number. 

The next day, Phoebe and John began to clean house while the carpet layer worked on the third floor. John wanted the house to look good because this was his eldest sister coming, the executive, never married because she was so busy making sure she would be the next president of his grandfather's company. John had always admired her from afar. When he was a teenager, he had many a masturbatory fantasy with his gorgeous older sister as the focal point. He still found her a sexy woman although she didn't appear to have time for sexual dalliances. To most who didn't know her she appeared a bit of a cold fish. But John knew better having watched her masturbate from hiding while he played with himself. He had come to love his sister in a manner no brother should. He watched her play with her swollen cunt lips spreading her juices over her clit. He knew it was wrong but he loved her so. What he didn't know was that she had let him, having fantasies of her own about her younger brother. Unlike his twin, there was a sensuousness about him, which attracted her, firing her libidinous nature. Naturally, she never acted upon these thoughts because one, he was her brother and two, when he was of legal age he still seemed too young to be her lover. She may have been responsible for John's proclivity to enjoy older woman, acting out the fantasies of his youth. He told some of this to Phoebe while they worked. Phoebe thought that since he had overcome the hurdle of making love to his mother, he might also do so with his sister. As far as Phoebe was concerned if she was anything like her mother Phoebe was all for it. 

Mia dropped by late in the afternoon, supposedly to check to see how the carpet was coming, but John suspected that more than the carpet would be laid that afternoon. About an hour later, Mia appeared in the kitchen to say that the carpet layer was just about finished, and did they want help reassembling the bed? When the carpet man left, looking slightly sheepish when he glanced Mia's way, they reassembled the bed and promptly got in it. Phoebe played in Mia's pussy and tasted her fingers; sure enough, Mia still tasted of semen. Phoebe told Mia to go use the bidet if she wanted more sex because Phoebe only liked to suck John's semen from a freshly creamed pussy. By the time Mia got back, John was balls deep in Phoebe, so Mia sucked his cum from Phoebe's cunt instead. John fucked her newly cleaned twat, so that Phoebe could enjoy one of her favorite treats, a John creamed pussy. It was after midnight before Mia left exhausted from an evening of playing with each other's bodies. John had fucked most of the evening, with the house's help, so the two women were well satiated having enjoyed each other's creamed pussies a number of times. After seeing Mia off, John and Phoebe had cuddled into each other's arms and fallen asleep. 

Unfortunately, for John, Phoebe woke up horny around five in the morning. When she discovered John was still soft, insisted on a sixty-nine. With his hardening prick in her mouth, she wiggled her twat over his tongue, which made her juices flow. When John was hard enough, she simply moved down his body and centered his cock in herself. John watched her gorgeous ass work his dick for seed, illuminated by the light of the new day streaming in the windows. Their loving went on until Phoebe had to leave his bed for work, exhausted but well loved by her man. He went back to sleep until late in the morning when he thought his sister might arrive.

He was doing one last check to see if all was in readiness when the doorbell rang. Sure enough, there was his sister Elizabeth, taller than he was when she wore high heels, beautifully dressed, standing at the door. He welcomed her with a brotherly kiss, smelling the expensive perfume she wore. As she entered the house, her long repressed sexuality seemed to center in her pussy and John's kiss reminded her of forgotten fantasies. Suddenly a voice behind her said with a laughing tone "And what about me?" There was his mother, beautiful as ever, waiting to be greeted. He gave her the same type of kiss he had given his sister, mindful that his sister was watching. The house sent urges their way causing long repressed desires to rekindle the fire in their bodies. His mother suggested that he get their bags and show them their bedrooms. With the bags in the house, he showed them where they'd sleep apologizing to his sister for the bedrooms Spartan appearance. His mother explaining all the while, why she felt she should return since his sister was driving up anyway. "Why don't we let your sister settle in while you show me the third floor," said his mother. 

John immediately took his mother to the third floor telling his sister they'd be back in ten minutes. His mother didn't even look, but turned and hugged him passionately, raining him with kisses. His hands traveled over her body checking every softness, every curve trying to absorb her with his hands. Finally, he felt her pussy, under her skirt, through her panties, feeling the heat and moisture of a fully aroused hot and ready woman. His cock pressed hard against her abdomen, grinding against her as his tongue explored her mouth. Her small whimpering cries assuring him of her need for penetration, completeness. Suddenly she broke the kiss and said, "I've missed you terribly, but we have to go back down to her, we can't have her catching us like this. Hopefully we'll have some time tonight after she's asleep." He pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and slid a finger into her wet hot folds, proud of the juices that had formulated for him. Taking his finger, he sucked it into his mouth before kissing her once more. 

Downstairs, his sister, unable to handle the ministrations of the house was playing with her pussy with a need she had not had for many years. She attributed it to the forgotten fantasies she had had for her brother. She heard them on the stairs and didn't have time for completion. She stood allowing her dress to fall back into place smoothing it with her hands. She then noticed the panties she had dropped to the floor and quickly stuffed them under the pillow of her bed. Just in time as her mother and brother walked into the bedroom. John immediately noticed a familiar smell. One he had not smelt in years, but he recognized it instantly. It was the hot wet aroma of his sister's totally aroused gash. He had smelled it so often in his youth, watching her finger fuck, that he could not mistake the aromatic fragrance now. In his highly excited state, brought on partially by his mother, he almost reached for the hem of his sister's dress to expose her to his view. Then realizing what he had been about to do, he turned and left the room inviting his sister to see the house. His cock was hard in his pants and he needed his Phoebe. What he didn't know was that his sister was so horny that she would have allowed his tongue to taste her right in front of their mother. When they turned to leave, she surreptitiously rubbed her cunt trying to ease her needs. It did not help. It simply inflamed her to greater heights of desire. She suppressed a moan of want as she left the room to follow, not wanting to accept how much she loved her brother.

John showed his sister through the house, proud of the old home. It's opulence displayed in its woodwork. He explained the history of the house, and how he had managed to buy it for a fraction of its value, not knowing the part the house had played. His sister loved the kitchen and suggested a meal, but John begged off explaining that Phoebe would be home in an hour and he wanted to wait for her. Elizabeth turned to their mother for and explanation. When she was told she had the same feelings she had when John had married. Anger and jealousy prevailed; she was ready to leave, only this time her feelings were over whelmed by her need for him. She would wait to see the young hussy that had attracted her brother. Imagine her shock when Phoebe arrived an hour later, kissing her man in front of her, just like she had kissed him in front of his mother, holding nothing back. Damn, the woman was almost as old as her mother. Not only that, but Phoebe kissed her mother with a familiarity that annoyed her. She realized that she was ready to hate this woman, not because of herself, but because she was her brother's lover. It was so obvious the way she kissed him. Not only that, but she had managed to win their mother's approval as well.

Liz helped make supper, jealous and angry, not sure if she was angry at John or herself. While eating she understood that this time she was not going to let John go so easily, somehow she was going to claim him for herself. The house didn't help, sending constant urges of need to her lubricious pussy. Finally, she excused herself to plan, begging off on doing the dishes, claiming exhaustion from the long drive. She went to her room and while she schemed, she took off her clothes to look at herself. Seeing there was no mirror in the bedroom she put on a robe and went down the hall to the showers having noticed mirrors above the sinks. Turning on the shower, she paraded her naked body in front of a mirror, wondering if she had what it would take to seduce her brother, not knowing she had successfully done that, years ago. She looked at the long thin body with its smallish tits, but had noticed that Phoebe's were no bigger than her own. At one time, she might have been a runway model, but these days she was far too much women. Her wide flaring hips and her succulent rounded ass, precluded any thought of the boyish bodies of models. She mentally criticized the large ass and flaring hips not knowing her man cradling hips and beautiful cunt lips were the very thing that attracted her younger brother. Finally, she had a shower still worried that she might not have the body that would win him to her. 

John sat in the kitchen watching his mom and Phoebe do the dishes, but dreaming of the hot wet cunt that lay between the long beautiful legs of his sister. He saw in his mind his sister's finger soothe the fiery swollen lips, the stand tall clit. He instinctively knew that she would be playing with herself that night. His mother was dreaming of a night in bed with him and Phoebe as she dried the dishes; glad that her daughter would be in bed early allowing her to go to John and Phoebe's bed. Phoebe was looking forward to kissing, once more, the sweet wet pussy that had given her man birth, preferably just after he had creamed it, when the lips were still swollen and luscious. Each person dreamed of his or her favorite sexual fantasy, not realizing that in the end the house would make sure it included everyone. 

With the dishes done, Jane turned to Phoebe giving her the kiss she had wanted to give her from the moment Phoebe had walked in the door. Long and tongue filled, caressing her son's lover's mouth with her own. Her hands traversed Phoebe's body reminding her how much she loved this woman herself. Her pussy dreamed of Phoebe's tongue. John watched the two of them make out, knowing that he could join them anytime he wanted. He could see that they needed each other and he had plans of his own, so he sent them to his bed telling them he would join them in a few minutes.




The House Ch. 12



Liz was already in bed naked as the day she was born. She intended to make love to herself that night with dreams of John. She was in no hurry to reach culmination so she was caressing her breasts and inner thighs teasing herself. Her pussy wept with need but she knew its climax would be much more satisfying if it went through a long period of anticipation. Consequently, she touched her nipples and fingered her outer labia causing both to further engorge with blood making herself so sensitive to her own touches. Gently she touched, arousing herself to new heights of want, her hips some times sending small tremors of thrust indicating her cunts need for filling. She was in this state when John knocked on her door asking if he could come in. She assured him he was welcome. The moment he entered the room, the aroma of her need filled his nostrils. She had always been strong smelling and he had dreamed of tasting that fragrance from its source for years. 

He asked her how she was, looking for an excuse to stay, wondering how he could initiate some contact between them. Unable to think of anything else he bent over to give her a good night peck on the cheek. She turned her head so the kiss intended for her cheek landed on her lips instead. There was a spark of lust that trans versed both their bodies and although it was just a peck, his lips came away only inches to allow him to read her eyes. He imagined he saw lust and his mouth descended once more, and although the kiss was chaste, it lasted longer than a brother and sister should allow. Again, his mouth left hers but only by inches so once again he could read her eyes. This time he was sure he read her need and his mouth dropped once more. Her mouth opened under his allowing sweet access. His tongue probed as her arm came out from under the sheets exposing a breast as her hand held his head in place. The kiss was long, full of the repressed emotions that had existed between them for so many years. While one hand held his head in place the other split her pussy lips, entering her wetness, giving her pleasure. Seeing her exposed breast, he transferred his kiss to her nipple sending wonderful messages to her finger-filled cunt. His hand drew the sheet down her body so he could taste her other nipple, then followed her arm to find her finger in her pussy. He drew the sheets further down and saw once again her finger playing with herself. She spread her legs a little wider, exposing herself more before she smiled and said, "You always did like watching me play."

"You knew," he replied in shock, "and here I thought I had been so clever sneaking around so I could watch without you knowing." 

She laughed and said, "I always knew. Why is it that you were the only one who ever caught me? It was because I'd leave my door open only when I knew you would be the one that would walked by. After awhile it was easy because you started to look for opportunities and I was more than willing to give you those opportunities. Liz continued to play with her pussy as she told him. "It always made me cum so much better when I knew you were playing with yourself too. So now that you know. What are you going to do about it?"

His hand took her thigh pulling on it so she spun in the bed as she opened wide, her finger still between her swollen labia. First, he took a deep sniff of her intoxicating aroma before he pulled her finger from her snatch sucking it into his mouth for his first taste of her salty sweet nectar. It tasted as he had always dreamed, sexually musky with a hint of creaminess that coated his tongue. His mouth clamped onto her hairy peach his tongue probing for more. He was not disappointed as her pussy flushed more and more juice as his tongue excited her. Her clit waiting, tender, wanting, needing, demanding its ravishment. His mouth attempted to suck her dry as her hips humped. He placed his hands beneath her soft round buttocks lifting her to his seeking mouth while her hands held his head close. Her pussy sang as her throat growled out its need. Her womb contracting as the sexual pressure built. Suddenly spasm after spasm shook her body with orgasmic heaven. At last his tongue was in her cunt and she was sure what was to follow. 

While she still shuddered out her passion he unzipped and his hardness entered her spreading her blood filled lips wide filling her as she had always wanted. Her body still humped, but this time for his cream. Her cries of need spurred him on. His shaft glistened with her juices as it thrust. She shoved her hands into the back of his pants grabbing his ass and pulling him into herself, but it wasn't enough and she reached for his belt undoing it as she tried to shove his pants down to his knees. He pulled from her and helped her remove his pants and briefs, before reentering her, filling her again with his strong hard cock. The cock of her dreams stretching her as it probed. He heated her with his passion, her blood hot rushing through her body, as she tried to unlock her hips to allow deeper penetration. The instinctive need for depth. Soon orgasmic tendrils slithered through her abdomen seeking tension, tightening as his cock thrust and her hips humped. It was heaven. She was fucking her brother and she loved every second of it. "Cum in me baby," she cried as her orgasm exploded in her loins. At the same time his cream filled her with its loving warmth, momentarily satiating her passions for him. 

She curled into his arms caressing him as he kissed her repeatedly. Her mouth bruised by their passion, now all her lips were swollen with their love. He continued to love her still unable to get enough of her. Sucking on her nipples, licking her breasts and tummy, waiting for her clit to desensitize, before he sent his two middle fingers in to her to stroke and delight. Her sexual excitement once more began to mount as her brother ravished her body. Finally he asked, "have you ever made love to a woman? Please don't lie! It's important that I know." 

Liz thought for a moment then answered honestly, "Yes, while I was going through college I had a beautiful room mate. At first it was sexual exploration but I fell in love with her and she with me. Although she is married now, once and a while we still get together for a night of passion."

"Good," he replied. "There is something I want you to do for me. I saw the way you looked at my Phoebe tonight. You were wrong and to prove it I want you to make love to her 

Upstairs the women had not noticed how much time had gone by. They had stripped, readying themselves for him, but as soon as they were in bed together the began to kiss, belly to belly, tit to tit until finally their pussies ground together raising their passion for one another. Their hands roamed each other's bodies seeking fulfillment by touch alone. Their bodies warmed by their love their tongues playing in each other's mouths. Soon Phoebe needed more and asked for her tongue in a different place. Turning in the bed Jane accommodated her sliding her tongue along her pussy lips while Phoebe grabbed her by the ass and pulled her hairy twat to her own mouth. Phoebe loved the taste of her man's birth canal, knowing that the juices she now drank were the juices that had helped give him birth. Jane had also developed a taste for Phoebe's pussy knowing it to be the one that gave her son so much pleasure. The cunt that was so often filled with his cock. They continued to play not searching for orgasm waiting for their man but enjoying themselves immensely. Finally, they heard his footsteps on the stairs. They didn't bother to stop what they were doing knowing he would join them. 

They walked hand in hand up to the bed watching the two women wither on the bed as they made love to each other. Although John hand told Liz what to expect it still seemed strange to watch her mother lick Phoebe's hairy snatch, to see Phoebe's tongue probe her mother's sex, to listen to their moans of delight. The smell of aroused pussy filled the air, not the least of which was Liz's own dripping gash. Phoebe was too intent to notice them, but Jane finally did raising her juice covered face and looking at them both with concern in her eyes. "It's alright mom, I've told her about us," said John

Their mother then smiled and Phoebe turned her head away from Jane's tasty pussy, her mouth and face covered in their mother's wetness. Elizabeth didn't understand why, but Phoebe's mouth looked sexy to her. When their mother moved off Phoebe, Phoebe held out her arms to embrace them both, kissing John with love and passion before turning her attention to Liz. John moved around the bed to kiss his mother's lips tasting Phoebe's essence upon them. Phoebe kissed Liz and after a long tender kiss smiled and said, "I wanted to do that the moment I walked in the door." 

Liz felt the warmth and tenderness of this passionate woman and instinctively crawled into bed beside her, her mouth going to a nipple as much as a daughter to a mother as a lover to her sex. Phoebe slipped a thigh between hers and Liz began to slide her pussy up and down Phoebe's leg as Phoebe held her close. Phoebe's passionate warmth awoke her own tenderness and as her cunt sought relief on Phoebe's thigh her mouth suckled on Phoebe's tit sending messages of love to her pussy. Slowly her arms wound their way around Phoebe holding her tight as her pussy worked. One of her own thighs pressed against Phoebe's cunt so that she could also seek relief. Eventually they worked their way into a position that found them lying on their sides kissing passionately while their pussies rubbed each other thighs slowly building the ecstasy they sought. Their hands held each others buttocks pulling them tight and still the cunts worked, the ass muscles sliding under hands.

Occasionally, Liz would look over Phoebe's shoulder to watch John lovingly nuzzle their mother's neck, while his strong hard prick, glistening with her juices, stroked deep within her. It pleased her to know that her mother had already fallen prey to the incestuous needs that had plagued Liz for years. Somehow, it made it right. Although Phoebe was the passionate woman, that John had described and Liz understood why John loved her. But there was no question that as she watched her brother and mother fuck, it further enhanced her salacious nature. She turned in the bed to lick Phoebe's pussy her blood boiling with need. As she thrust her tongue deep into Phoebe she felt Phoebe's tongue penetrate her own cunt tasting what was left of John's cream. It was her favorite treat and she was happy that John's sister had joined them in the act of love. 

The house was pleased with the progress too, but it wanted to turn John's mind to the list of ladies that had arrived at the front door the first day. The house had been steadily sending little suggestions to these woman's minds and they were ripe. It was time for John to help the old house in it's desires.



The House Ch. 13



Her name was Cindy George, and she was one of the signatories of the petition that had closed the old house. For the last couple of weeks as the house grew stronger she had been the recipient of suggestions, which had made her more interested in the old whorehouse. Her husband had been encouraging her to start a family, so had the house. She had resisted because she was the high school physical education teacher. Consequently, she wanted to keep her body at the level of perfection that she had obtained through a lifetime of exercise. 

Although she was not the most beautiful woman in the community and on the smallish size as is typical of a gymnast she certainly had the most beautiful body. Her muscles long and lean from her years of gymnastics, before she had become a teacher, and now maintained by her constant exercise, added tone to her body that could not be matched. Her bottom end was probably her most appealing asset as her rear was well muscled and bunched beautifully with each step she took. Although her breasts were on the smallish side, because the amount of body fat she maintained on her well exercised body, they were wonderfully shaped with sensuous succulent nipples. 

Unconsciously she had discontinued the pill and now was reaching her most fertile time of the month as the house had planned. Strangely as her body prepared for baby making she had not made love to her husband once. Now fertile and ready she found herself walking towards the old house, her body primed and ready for the house's favorite pastime, procreation! 

It was only ten in the morning and yet she was feeling strangely horny. A thought crossed her mind wondering why if she felt that way; and why she wasn't headed for her husband's office for a quickie, after all they had done it in the past. But it was quickly forgotten as an interest in the old house reasserted itself. That's what she would do. She'd look through the old house, if the owner would allow, before going to the office for a quick screw. As she neared the house, her body yearned more and more for a good strong screwing. She almost turned towards her husband's work place in her need, but no, she'd stick with the plan and see the old house. Her body began to prepare for sex. Her panties wet and her nipples so engorged that the fabric of her dress rubbed painfully against their tips. Why hadn't she worn a bra today? Cindy always wore a bra so her breasts wouldn't bounce while she exercised in front of her kids. But today, no bra. Had she been in that much of a hurry? The speed of her steps increased to the point she was almost running as the old house came in sight

Phoebe had woken up that morning strangely sexually satisfied from a night of strong loving with her lover's mother and sister. She had not had the opportunity to make love to John because he had been too involved with his sister. Phoebe didn't mind knowing that was John's first time with his sister. She had watched their lovemaking while John's mom licked Phoebe off repeatedly. It had just seemed to make the night perfect. The two women had been kind enough to share John's seed with her through the auspices of freshly fucked cunts thrusting against her willing tongue. Phoebe truly loved the taste of a John inseminated hairy wet pussy. 

Mother and daughter had decided to head down town having never shopped there before. So Phoebe had helped make and clean up breakfast, before sending them off at about a quarter to ten. The girls promised that they would bring back something special for dinner around five o'clock Some how when the girls left Phoebe knew today would one of the most exciting days that she would ever spend with her lover. Just as she closed the door on her lover's backs, the phone rang.

Linda McPherson was a cold frozen bitch! Nothing less would describe probably the most cold hearted woman in the community. She was a tall big-breasted woman who dominated her shorter husband, broad of shoulder and even broader of hip. Not fat, just proportionately big all over standing just over six foot two in her stockings. Linda was as close to a man as she could get and still be all woman. Her voice was deep and husky. She had been a jock in high school and she retained the musculature of her youth. Although she fastidiously shaved her armpits and legs, she left her pussy covered in a pelt of hair that grew up on to her abdomen almost to her navel. It also grew down the inside of her large muscular thighs turning the soft succulent skin just below her pussy into a hairy wonderland of interesting sensations. In fact, there was a faint line of her black hair above her navel. There was even a sprinkling of hair about her nipples sprouting from her areola to accent her strong large nipples. At one time, she had assiduously plucked them out, but once she had her children found it too painful to bother and let her husband see the hair. Little did she know that those hairy areolas turned her husband on or she would've started plucking them again. 

She was one of the women who had come around the first day wanting to see the house. Linda had signed the petition not so much worried that a man she knew might avail himself of the house's services as not wanting anyone else to enjoy something she didn't really understand. Although she had allowed her husband to impregnate her twice, the moment her children were born she had him encase his cock with a condom anytime he came near her, which with her manipulation was about once a month if he was lucky. It wasn't so much that she didn't want children as it was a case of not wanting that hard piece of him inside her with its sticky aftermath coating her vagina. You could not call it a cunt because it was never used for joy. The one thing in life Linda didn't know and the house did; was that Linda had the potential to be the most lusty, raunchy woman in the community. 

She had married the wrong man as a virgin and had never experienced an orgasm. As the years passed, she had fallen to the habit of not expecting much sexually and consequently did not prepare sexually. The house was sure that Phoebe would put her on the path to orgasmic bliss. Although she didn't realize it she had finished her period about six days ago and was reaching the height of her 

fertility. In a few hours, she would be ready to procreate. She had to see that dirty old whorehouse. The thought just swarmed into her mind. She was sure that the young architect would be kind enough to show it to her. Linda picked up the phone and called John.

Phoebe picked up the ringing phone and Linda introduced herself and asked if she could speak with John. Phoebe smiled as she handed the phone to John already guessing what this phone call was about. She had seen John's list of women that had called on him the first day and recognized the woman's name. Phoebe also remembered that she had been a signatory on the petition, which the old Phoebe had help circulate. The new Phoebe wondered if this tall muscular woman would capitulate to her John's winning ways unsure if she wanted this dominating woman anywhere near her man. But Phoebe knew she had a firm hold on her man with the support of both his sister and his mom. This woman would be a fine test to see if John was truly hers.

Unlike Phoebe John was unbelievably horny. Unlike Phoebe, he had awoken wanting Phoebe in the worst way. Here it was almost an hour and a half later and even though he had gone to the bathroom, he was still supporting morning wood as he took the phone from Phoebe. "Good morning, how can I help you?" he asked. 

Linda introduced herself as one of the women that had come to see the house the first day "Would this morning be convenient or we could make it some other time," she stated. 

John knew he had the day free, especially with his mom and sister away shopping, but he wanted his Phoebe. John was also a gentleman and didn't like turning a ladies request down so he temporized fully expecting his cock to be surrounded by Phoebe in the next few minutes, or seconds if he could help it, and said, "I'm busy this morning, but I should be free by lunch, could I offer you a sandwich while you are here?" He questioned. 

Linda replied that she thought that would be very nice and she'd be there on the dot of twelve. What a nice man Linda thought to herself as she hung up the phone. Linda was a typical women in the fact that she could easily blow the next two hours primping and deciding on which clothes she would wear over to the old house. She didn't know it yet but she would select a dress that unzipped down the back that was the easiest dress she owned to get out of. She would forget to wear her bra, which would allow her big breasts to sway seductively beneath the thin cotton. Although Linda had rarely been aroused, the thin cotton would irritate her huge hairy nipples to a semblance of arousal. The panty hose she would have normally have worn would be ignored in favor of a small tiny thong she hadn't worn since she had wanted to make babies. The thong would be appropriate the house thought.

No sooner had John hung up the phone it rang again. Another of the signatories of the petition was on the line. Pat Little, another of the women on John's list, apparently by coincidence, was phoning the same day as Linda with the same request. John was friendly and because Linda was already coming he thought he might as well turn the day into a house showing day and invited Pat for two o'clock warning her that he would be tied up before that. If the truth be known John loved showing the old house. Pat promised that she'd be there promptly at two. The two of them began a polite chitchat about weather and other community related things and the house began to get nervous. 

The house wanted John off the phone and ready to answer the door. It had found itself to be most successful when the target woman was looking at John when she walked over the threshold and the house turned on its full power. It checked and sure enough, Cindy was two minutes from the door. The house creaked in exasperation, and then flushed a toilet to relive pressure, before it realized how to get John off the phone. It sent a shot of concentrated pheromones right up John's nostrils making his testicles ache as they manufactured sperm in overdrive. John apologized and said he had to go and hung up. 

Pat was a little miffed that he had hung up so abruptly, but then accepted that he had indeed invited her over to see the house. Well she'd spend the time cleaning and picking up, her lover Jack was a bit of a slob and was away on a sales trip. This would give something to do before it was time to go to the house. Damn Jack's hide for going away just before she started ovulating. She always got horny at this time of month and Jack's tongue sliding through her labia on it's way to her clit was one of her favorite ways of resolving her problem with her needful flesh. Jacqueline always teased her at this time of mouth calling her a horn dog most of the time, but sometimes, when she needed to cum three of four time in a row, a needful bitch. But Jack always serviced her and allowed Pat's tongue deep in her own pussy. 

Pat normally just enjoyed tongue, but when she was incredibly horny, she'd have Jackie strap on her dildo and ream her pussy into submission with long cervix banging thrusts that would satiate her craving for a little while. Just thinking about it was driving her nuts; she was such a cunt-loving slut. She giggled with the use of the word slut knowing she was being bad. Jack would slap her ass red if she heard her calling herself that. She wondered what it would be like to allow a man's thing in her for money and thought she might be able to do it for money although she would probably have to lube up to let it, yuk, slide in. Then she thought of having to suck on one until it spit cum in her mouth and decided she just wasn't cut out to be a working girl. 

Pat decided to go to bathroom to touch up her shave, keeping herself smooth like Jack wanted. Jackie hated having to spit out pussy hair when she was tonguing her. Then because she was so horny, she would go to her bedroom and finger herself not knowing the house was now part of her thoughts and would not allow her to cum before she meet John. It was going to be a titillating morning and by the time she left for the house her pussy would be red, wet, and ready, her clit swollen with need. She knew that no man would ever touch her but the house had a secret weapon, Phoebe. 

As soon as he dropped the phone, John turned to Phoebe. His hard on obvious, tenting his pants, as he reached for his love, ready to strip her and make love. He was ready to take her in the hallway, with a monkey fuck, if he had to, his need was so bad, he grabbed her just as the doorbell rang. Phoebe, who had been surprisingly calm all morning, suddenly juiced, her nipples rising in response to the look in her lovers' eye. Her loins ready just as the doorbell rang. John almost tore the door off its hinges in his frustration. There before them stood a slightly diminutive hard body beautifully shaped and ready to be fucked. Although it was still Cindy's intention to go to her husband's office, she immediately noticed the raging hard on John was supporting. Her pussy wept in its need. As she stepped into the doorway to introduce herself, her outer labia became so swollen beyond normal, which they allowed her fleshy engorged inner lips to fall through. Her wet panties caressed the sensitive flesh causing a little stream of her exudate to run down her leg, the thin silk material of her panties no longer able to absorb her wet arousal. She had never been so horny. Strangely, although her pussy was so wet with little rivulets of her lube running down her legs, her mouth was so dry she was unable to speak. After swallowing repeatedly, she finally managed to croak out who she was and why she had come.

John was now in such a state he didn't know if he should ripe off her clothes or slam the door in her face. Fortunately, Phoebe was behind them both and in her state of arousal could still think straight just as the house had planned. She preempted John and brought Cindy into the house closing the door behind her. Cindy's fate was sealed.

"So you'd like to see the house?" Phoebe cooed into Cindy's ear. "We'll be happy to show it to you, won't we John?" John just stood there looking at the little hard body that had just stepped into his home wanting it, needing it. Somehow, he could smell the state of her arousal emanating from her lubricious body. Cindy stood fast, staring at the hardened prick that stood out in John's pants. Phoebe knew Cindy was in need, knew she needed the seed of life. The new Phoebe believed that a woman's highest calling was to become impregnated and in her completely prejudiced view, she believed that John was the ultimate impregnator. 

Remembering her religious revelation Phoebe connived to get these two up to the bedroom. Although she believed that her own impregnation would never happen, still not knowing it had already had, she believed she should assist all women to their ultimate calling. "Why don't we start on the third floor and work down," she suggested softly to Cindy as she took her hand and led her up the stairs. Cindy allowed Phoebe to hold her hand as she was led up the beautiful flight of curving stairs that lead to the second floor. John stood still mesmerized by the beautiful ass that bunched and swayed as Cindy mounted the stairs behind Phoebe. Half way up the stairs Phoebe tuned to look at John and when Cindy turned to look as well, Phoebe caressed Cindy's left breast her fingers gently playing with the fully engorged nipple she found on it. To Cindy it seemed perfectly natural in her state that Phoebe do this, even though it was the first time in her life that she had ever let a woman touch her in that manner.

Phoebe turned and continued to lead Cindy up the stairs, now with John following behind watching the beautiful ass that was his fortune to follow. His cock was painful with his need but he dared not break the spell that seemingly Phoebe had cast over them all. Phoebe stopped again and whispered to Cindy, "I Know you're very wet. I can smell you. May I help?"

Cindy nodded her approval blushing through the already flushed sexual glow that infused her skin. Phoebe simply reached under her dress and wiped her soft wet thighs with her hand feeling the moist hair and silk panties as she reached the top of each thigh. Cindy's body shuddered as Phoebe's hand brushed softly against her pussy hair not quiet touching her swollen pussy. Cindy wanted her to. She needed some sort of release from the overwhelming sensation of need that was stealing her body from her control. Phoebe brought her hand up and Cindy saw the moisture glistening in the light before Phoebe's tongue gently caressed the moisture from her hand and fingers.

"You taste extremely beautiful," she whispered with huskiness in her voice that had not been there before. "Come with me little one." Again Phoebe took her by the hand and now led her up the second flight stairs to the third floor and its vast expanse of carpet with the four poster bed standing in the middle. Phoebe led her on to the soft carpeting before going to her knees in front of Cindy. "You must be very uncomfortable in those extremely wet panties," she said. "May I take them off for you?

Cindy simply nodded her head again and Phoebe reached up under her dress and slowly pulled down the sodden silk panties. Her exudate had been so profuse that her moisture had soaked the panties almost half way to her waistline. Long stings of her sexual mucus clung to her pubic hair and inner labia glistening in the light before one by one snapping as the panties slowly came down her legs. Cindy placed a hand on Phoebe's shoulder to balance herself while lifting one foot then the other as Phoebe took them off. Then to Cindy's way of thinking Phoebe did a strange thing. She held them under her nose and took a long slow deep whiff of her scent, then licked the gusset before passing them to John who did the same before sliding them into his pocket. 

"Isn't she beautiful John?" Phoebe asked. John nodded not wanting to break the spell his cock hardened further by the pungent odor. It was so strong that it almost, for a moment, covered the strange smell that had returned to the old house stronger than he had ever noticed it before. 

Phoebe turned to Cindy and asked, "May I touch you?" Imitating John Cindy only nodded her assent as Phoebe extended her forefinger and slid it up Cindy's leg and under her dress and to Cindy's surprise deep into her pussy. Cindy's body without her consent thrust against Phoebe's intruding finger seeking relief. Phoebe's other hand held her hip and stilled her body with its gentle caress. Phoebe looked deeply into her eyes as she slipped her finger out of her pussy and into her mouth. "I taste your need," Phoebe said, and then more forcefully, "Tell me what you need, the truth!"

Cindy's body shivered with lust. She had never in her life ever admitted to this need before. She had never been in this state of arousal before. How could she say it? How could she admit the truth? Her cunt wept crying in its need, she must answer this woman. "I need cock!" she cried. "Oh give me cock, I need it so bad." She thrust her hips forewords almost into Phoebe's face demonstrating in the strongest possible way, as she lifted her dress and exposed her swollen pubes the engorged inner lips, her exquisite need for cock. 

"Oh you poor baby," Phoebe purred, "Would you like to borrow my man's?" Not waiting for a reply she turned to John and said, "Take off your pants John, maybe Cindy won't like your big fat cock." John slid his pants to the floor. He showed his prong of a prick to what could only be described as Phoebe's prey. Cindy's sexy sweet slot drooled its appreciation dripping its lust onto the carpet right in front of Phoebe's eyes. Phoebe unbuttoned the front of Cindy's dress and slid her finger back into Cindy's swollen sex. Wiggling her finger to draw Cindy's attention from her man's dong she asked, "Are you going to let me taste you after you've used my man?" 




The House Ch. 13



Cindy shivered and shook, her eyes had a frightened and yet unfocused look. Her fear was that Phoebe would not let her have that wonderful cock. She wanted it, needed it, anything she could do she would just to get that cock into her body. She didn't realize that she had reached a point of such intense libidinous that if ten men had shown her their cocks at that moment she would have wanted all ten. She would do anything for the sensation of cock filling her, humping her, creaming her. Just as Phoebe was going to ask again she answered, "I'll do any thing you want." Phoebe stood and undid the rest of her dress baring her lovely boobs for the first time. The nipples seemed twice as big as they had ever been, swollen and sensitive, ready to be ravished. John had removed his shirt and stood close to the bed facing them. 

Suddenly, naked and exposed, Cindy took the pose of a professional gymnastic who was about to began her run. She went up on her toes bounced once and took two long strides towards John as her hands came up to slap his shoulders propelling her talented body upwards as her legs spread apart and griped his body with the top of her thighs just under his armpits. Her boobs smashed against his face as her arms wrapped around his head holding his face tight against her. Her ankles locked behind his back as her hot twat ground against his sternum, smearing his chest with the thick mucus that was flowing from her grinding twat. John by reflex grabbed her rounded ass with both hands as almost in the same motion Cindy unwrapped one arm and reached below her butt to grasp the object of her desire. She allowed her body to slide down John's leaving a trail of slick moisture and the sensation of rock hard nipples scraping over his face and upper chest until her hand held cock, aimed with perfection forcefully penetrated deep into her craving loins. 

Phoebe watched as the stretching pussy almost seemed to slurp her man's cock into Cindy's body. The pussy appeared to sucking on her man's cock until she realized Cindy's pussy was already in orgasm. Phoebe moved up beside them as Cindy's muscular bum began to hump her twat up and down on John's organ searching for a second orgasm to match the first. Phoebe turned John until Cindy's back was towards the bed and then pushed him off balance so he fell on top of Cindy, his cock ramming deeply into her craving orifice. The head plowed into her cervix as it spewed it life-giving seed into her receptive womb. Millions of little swimmers headed towards their goal as Phoebe pulled John from her orgasm-racked body and lifted that beautiful globular ass high up against Phoebe's tits, as Phoebe knelt on the bed. Phoebe's tongue darted out and its' tip lapped up a dollop of her man's sperm and inserted it deep into Cindy's lusting loins. She repeated her actions several more times making sure that any seed that may have missed was loving placed where it belonged. Then Phoebe turned to her man and using her hand milked his cock onto the end of her tongue before the creamy dollop was again inserted into Cindy's receptive hole.

Cindy enjoyed Phoebe's ministrations but also felt she had been cheated. Her time with a cock had been so short. She was about to voice her complaints when Phoebe began to talk, but not to her. Phoebe was talking to her freshly loaded creamy pussy. With all her attention on the moist wet lips Phoebe said," Oh you poor pussy, all wet and needy, you want some more of my man's cock don't you? Well just you be patient while we keep you in this position awhile longer. Such a poor twat all swollen and needy, it obviously needs more cock. Would little itty bitty pussy like for me to give it little kisses while it waits?" 

Phoebe began to give the soft beautiful labia soft tender kisses intermixed with little tongue probes that just touched Cindy's swollen raggedy lips bringing her to a higher state of arousal. Cindy had never before felt the lips of a woman on her private place, but under the circumstances loved the attention, allowing more love juice to flow which in turn gave the busy swimmers more fluid to thrive in. 

The house following Phoebe's lead pumped its scent into the air helping the three to a wonderful state of horniness. Phoebe's own pussy now leaked a thick warm exudate that began to slide slowly down her white tender inner thighs moistening the succulent flesh with the delicious juices of love. She knew how much her man loved the taste of her runny cunt when it was like this, so she talked to Cindy's pussy again. "My cunt is all hot and drippy," she told the succulent folds before her. "This time you're really going to share my man." As Cindy was held high in the air, so that gravity would aid the anxious swimmers, she ordered John onto the bed to lay flat on his back his rampant prick standing tall. Normally Phoebe never ordered anyone about, especially her lover, but she was so libidinous, she couldn't wait for John to take matters into his own hands. 

As soon as John was on the bed she dropped Cindy beside him and straddled his face, facing his magnificent erection, so her pussy would drop its sexy exudate onto his tongue which was already out searching for her enlarged distended labia. She was pleased to note that Cindy's pussy was leaking very little of John's semen so it was obvious that most of the first load was already lodged deep within her reassess. To make sure things were as they should be Phoebe planned a second load of her mans potent seed to be inserted deep into the beautiful little pussy she had such a wonderful conversation with only minutes ago. Phoebe was so sexually involved, she almost believed the tiny tight little puss had talked back to her telling her how much it needed John's impregnating seed. 

Phoebe soon had Cindy's cunt hovering over the stand tall prick. Both their clitoral hoods had withdrawn exposing their very erect pearls of orgasmic need. With a nod of her head, Phoebe allowed the decent of Cindy's oily quim over her mans quivering shaft. Her own well of thick mucus descended on to her lover's mouth. It has been often said that Phoebe loved the taste of a well-inseminated pussy if her lover did the inseminating but what had not been fully recognized was that John also enjoyed the thick oily mucus of his lovers' well-primed cunt. For both of them their mutual sexual juices further enhanced the love they held for each other, bonding them together in sexual bliss. When John felt Cindy's twat encircle and then engulf his hot hard organ of lust he attributed it to the taste in his mouth. He knew that all good orgasms originated from the cunt that held his mouth enthralled. The thick mucus that coated his tongue and throat was a signal that his undying love for the prim librarian still controlled his soul. 

Phoebe worked his tongue hard seeking orgasmic release wanting her cum before the other two. The muscles in Phoebe's bum pushed her hips back and forth sliding her swollen labia over the tongue now deep in her cunt, as she watched Cindy begin her own ministrations. Cindy's auburn pussy hair meshed with John's darker pubic hair as she ground out her needs on John's rampant staff. Phoebe could see how Cindy's pubs were still matted with Phoebe's salvia. She watched as beads of perspiration formed between their breasts as both worked Phoebe's man. Each, with single-minded concentration, fucked their appendage of choice. Phoebe worked his tongue as thought it was a race as she searched for orgasm. In her own mind it was because she wanted Cindy to end up underneath John when he came so that gravity would work its magic sending John's seed deep into Cindy's body. 

Some how Phoebe instinctively knew Cindy was in baby making mode. Maybe it was how Cindy's small boobs were red and swollen as they bounced with the motions of her need. Maybe it was the very motions of her petite muscular body as it rutted with Phoebe's man driving the male seeder deep into her receptive body. Maybe the lustful motions of her thrusting hips, the pulsations of her muscular ass, seeking deeper and deeper penetration, as her cunt demanded its life giving creamy reward. Maybe the amount of perspiration that now flowed between her flying tits running down her sternum over her belly and into her abundant pubic hair. What ever it was it sent Phoebe over the top into a gut wrenching spectacular orgasm as her pussy danced on the end of her man's cum lapping tongue. Phoebe gave John a few seconds to suck out the remainder of her cum before rolling off her man's mouth.

"Put her on her back John and do that fucking little pussy. She wants it deep John! Don't you little one? Oh fuck her John!" John obliged his lover and flipped Cindy onto her back and plunged back into her eliciting a scream of pure lustful passion as the magnificent prong dove deep into her body causing her twat to respond with up thrusting heaves to the wonderful sensations that now throbbed through her body from her knees to the very tips of her tits. Her cunt seemed to be on fire as John's prick filled her as she had never been filled before. Then without warning it happened, deep orgasmic release as both, with their heads thrown back and the cords of their necks stretched tight, howled their orgasmic lust into the sexually odorous air around them. Phoebe unable to stop herself, with her legs spread wide, frigged herself until another orgasm pervaded her overheated body. Then with single-minded purpose pushed her man's body away from Cindy and again knelt on the bed lifting Cindy's bum high once more presenting the small cum filled pussy to her to the ministrations of her tongue. Carefully she pushed the remnants of her man's cum deep into Cindy receptive pussy before talking to it once again.

"Oh my you enjoyed that didn't you?" Phoebe questioned the red and swollen labia before her, giving them small tender kisses and licks as she continued to hold Cindy's loins high allowing her man's cum every chance to penetrate deeply into Cindy making sure her man's sperm had ever opportunity to impregnate. "Now when we're through here I know you'll still be horny and I am no longer willing to share my man with you." She told the hot wet lips of Cindy's sex. "So I want you to go find your man and make him hump you until you are totally satisfied. Do you understand, until you, not him are absolutely and completely fucked. Until you're so swollen and satisfied and full you can hardly close your legs. Now get dressed and go and please remember these beautiful lips are always welcome back to the house." Phoebe slipped a cotton dress over her naked body as she watched John and Cindy dress. She and John escorted Cindy to the front door. 

Strangely, it was Phoebe that kissed her goodbye and then watched her run down the street towards her husband's office. As Phoebe closed the door on Cindy's retreating back she glanced at a clock. "John! Have you looked at the time? That woman you invited for a sandwich will be here in fifteen minutes. You, into the kitchen and make those sandwiches while I run up stairs and make the bed." Both turned to their assigned tasks, all though John took a moment to watch Phoebe's ass as she ran up the stairs. He was quite sure he would never get tired of watching Phoebe's bum. 

The house was happy; things seemed to be going the way it had anticipated.

Phoebe's intention was just to remake the bed, but when she saw the condition of the sheets, she realized she would have to change the sheets. In one spot on the edge of the bed, there was a large wet spot. She recognized it to be from her own sexual juices where she had spread her legs and masturbated while she had watched John and Cindy. The other spot, very large, was towards the center of the bed, obviously, what Cindy had left behind while John had pleasured her. Phoebe went to the linen closet and returned with fresh sheets before she pulled the stained sheet from the bed. Then she shocked herself. She took the Cindy moistened sheet and unbuttoning the top of her dress, rubbed the moisture all over her tits and face shivering in ecstasy with the very thought of the nastiness of her wanton sexual act. 

Meanwhile John was down in the kitchen making sandwiches feeling a bit confused, here he had cum three times that morning, once with his sister before they got up and twice with Cindy, but he still felt incredibly horny. When Phoebe arrived in the kitchen, she smelt strongly of freshly screwed pussy. The smell seemed to emanate from the still unbuttoned front of her dress, which allowed the delicious sight of her partially exposed breasts. John slide his hands around and down to fondle her soft fleshy ass as he buried his face in the pungent odor between her small succulent orbs. When his face moved up to kiss her lips with the passion he felt for her. He tasted the sweetness of Cindy's pussy drippings that covered the face of his lover. He was about to open the front of her dress further to lick Cindy's juices from her tits and nipples when the front doorbell rang. 

There she stood, as John opened the door, the epitome of the modern Amazon warrior. Six foot four in two-inch high heels, three inches taller than John, she was a voluptuous fecundity of female flesh. Linda still believed that sex wasn't very exciting, but she was about to step into the old house. As she crossed the threshold looking at John, she couldn't help but notice his arousal. In fact, she had never seen a man so obviously aroused before and when she glanced at Phoebe she immediately notice the state of her dress. Half the buttons on the front of Phoebe's dress were undone exposing, in Linda's opinion, her rather smallish charms. 

Suddenly she was struck with the strangest sensation, one she had never felt before. It seemed to concentrate in her nipples, which jutted out strongly, but even worse her pussy began to leak. It had never done this before and she cursed her decision to wear the tiny thong. Linda knew it would never be able to hold the moisture that now seemed to flow from her vagina. Along with the flow came an overwhelming feeling of need, an itch. With her extremely limited knowledge of sex, she did not recognize the sensations of overwhelming lust that had pervaded her body for the first time in her life. Instead, if she had been asked, she would have said she had a funny itchy feeling and although she wanted to scratch, because it was between her legs, she was constrained by the fact that Phoebe and John were there. 

Instead, she allowed herself to be welcomed into the house and led to the small kitchen table where the sandwiches were waiting. With the usual pleasantries of weather and wellness out of the way they ate. Linda at first just gently rubbed her thighs together sort of rubbing in the moisture as well as trying to satisfy the strange urge between her legs. It seemed the more she rubbed the greater the urge became until finally she tried to surreptitiously squirm on the chair. Naturally, the continuous stimulation of her nether parts increased the flow of her already lubricious vagina. The portion of the dress she was sitting on first became moist and then wet, until finally she was sitting in a puddle of her own excretions. Worse, she began to smell the warm moist air rising from between her legs.

John got up to pour them another cup of coffee and she couldn't help but notice the bulge of his arousal that sent cravings through her that she had never felt before. Linda glanced towards Phoebe to see that her dress was still undone almost to her navel. It didn't expose her nipples, but a large expanse of her feminine curves now interested Linda for the first time in her life. Perspiration appeared on her forehead. When Phoebe began to talk about a tour of the house, she could hardly concentrate and didn't move until Phoebe took her by the hand. When Phoebe pulled her from the chair, her dress stuck to it. Phoebe being the kind person she now was, said, "Oh dear we must have spilled something there. I'm so sorry. Here, let me wipe that for you." 

But instead of finding a cloth and wiping the back of her dress, as Linda expected her too, she used her hand and slowly wiped down over Linda's large luscious ass following the line of her ass crack over the one buttock. Then reached across and wiped the other buttock in a similar manner. In reality this did not help at all. The result was more like what a paperhanger would achieve forcing the dress to stick to each buttock clearly outlining the large round cheeks of her ass. At the same time the feel of Phoebe's hand rubbing her ass brought Linda to a higher level of arousal and almost unconsciously Linda wiggled her bum back into Phoebe's stroking hand. The moisture turned the dress semitransparent allowing John to see the equivalent of an almost naked ass. And what an ass it was! This was the well-proportioned ass of a very large woman. 

John who had always been an ass man was fascinated. A man could get lost in the abundance of flesh that ass held. John wanted to lift up the hem of the dress until those beautiful juice covered globes were bare and then lick them and rub his face in the fleshy moist softness. Phoebe knowing her man's tendency to enjoy a well-developed rear continued to play with the plentitude of soft warm moist flesh occasionally following the valley between the checks until it disappeared between Linda's legs. Linda found that the more Phoebe fondled her the more she wanted to lean over to allow closer and closer access to the increasing sensitive lips of her loins. Linda finally placed her hands on the table in front of her allowing her body to lean forward into a ninety-degree position as she allowed her legs to move further apart.

This allowed her magnificent tits to dangle from her chest. Again, it wasn't so much that she had exceptionally large boobs as it was that they were proportionate to her size. Consequently, a large amount of feminine flesh pressed hard against the thin cotton dress allowing her large nipples to accent themselves. Phoebe was soon caressing the large swollen nipples bringing on waves of torturous desire. Finally, she slide the hem of Linda's dress up over the globes of femininity baring the string of the small thong that ran through her rosebud. John went to his knees behind Linda, his face inches away, as he took the waistband of the soaking wet thong and slowly peeled it away from the very sticky, swollen lips of her extremely hairy sex. John held the tiny panties as Linda stepped out of them and then slipped them into one of his pockets. Phoebe gently ran a finger very slowly over the brown pucker and down until it slide easily into the forest that surrounded the source of the fragrant nectar emanating from fat succulent lips. Linda's cunt pleasured itself on Phoebe's probing finger. When Phoebe had thoroughly coated her finger in sticky slime, she slipped her finger into John's mouth so he could enjoy the flavorful taste of a woman who had been thoroughly aroused for the first time in her life. 

Phoebe allowed the dress to fall back down over the sight of the pleasure they now all craved. It seemed almost cruel to cut John off from the source from which heavenly feelings came but Phoebe knew it was better to put off now that which could be so much better latter. Linda turned with a questioning look but Phoebe just smiled and said in a sultry voice, "Maybe we should explore the house. I'm sure you'll like the new bedroom on the third floor. There is a bidet in the new bathroom; possibly you would like to use it?" Phoebe did not intend to let her use the bidet, she wanted to share the taste of Linda's succulent buttocks with John. It seemed as good excuse as any to get Linda to the bedroom. 

John as usual held back as the two women began to mount the curving staircase. He never tired of watching the way Phoebe's ass twitched and jiggled as she climbed, but Linda's rear was a new experience. Because she was so tall and her bottom end, proportionately large it seemed to sway with a heavy slow motion as it bunched and swayed above her long legs. John's thoughts played havoc with his already hardened cock. He wondered why the girls seemed so calm and collected. In fact they weren't. Both were extremely agitated. Each desired further fondling and groping. They were simply momentarily constrained by the conventions of society and were unable to make the first move as they traversed the second set of stairs to the large third floor bedroom. 




The House Ch. 13



The house still relatively new to human passions misunderstood the situation and added additional incentives ramping up the libidos even further and added more scent to the air. Phoebe and John didn't notice being use to the strange smell, but Linda did wondered about the scent that she had noticed when she first entered the house but seemed to be getting stronger with each passing moment. The houses additional incentives caused John's balls to ache painfully and the skin of his already engorged penis to stretch to an impossible sensitivity. 

The ladies felt their tits swell as their nipples ached for some sort of release from the swollen condition they were in. Their outer labia infused with additional blood spread allowing the now super sensitive inner lips to expand and swell. The walls of their cunts wept droplets of slimy lubricant, which coalesced into tiny rivulets that flowed down their soft white inner thighs. Their abdomens tingled with a needy ache that made them thrust their pelvises forward in an unconscious signal of desire. 

When they reached the third floor Phoebe turned to John lifting Linda's skirt and while she stroked a finger through Linda's lubricous neither lips asked John, "Won't you like to stick it to these big meaty cunt lips? Have you ever seen such a magnificent cunt?

It was obvious by the bulge in John's pants that he was more than just interested. But the strangest thing of all was how receptive Linda was, allowing her pussy to be stroked by a woman while being shown off to a man as a potential fuck. Not only that but she then realized that she wanted to be fucked, to be filled, and enjoyed watching his cock spring out of his pants as he pulled them down. Phoebe unzipped the back of Linda's dress slid it over her hips and allowed it to fall to the floor. Somewhere in the back Lind's mind a small voice seemed to worry about wrinkles and dirt but she was more interested in getting that big fat cock in her. 

Phoebe went to her knees behind her, burying her face in Linda's ass as her arms came around her hips to play with the dripping pussy. Phoebe pulled the fat hairy outer lips apart exposing the red floppy flesh of the inner to John's lust full gaze. John stepped closer his chest touched by her protruding nipples. Phoebe took his organ and feed it between Linda's legs, pushing through the wet matted hair, so Phoebe could suck on the tip from behind wetting it with her saliva, before sliding it into Linda's pussy. Linda pushed her hairy ass back into Phoebe's face to make room and then thrust her large hips forward driving her cunt up John' shaft until her clit mashed against John's pubic bone. 

Phoebe, satisfied that John could take it from there stood up and stepped away as John duck walked Linda to the bed his cock still fully imbedded in the Linda's swampy warmth. Linda's throbbing quim continued to grind her clit against John as she felt herself falling backwards onto the bed, her legs coming up to grip his thrusting hips, her arms around his neck almost crushing him in a bear hug as her body responded to his and the house's efforts. Her muscular body heaved against his often lifting them both off the bed as she tried to open her loins further to his invasion. His pistoning cock eliciting squishy sounds of liquid wet, her body over producing lube in its attempts for greater penetration. 

The whole bed began to rock to the momentum of her large body as she withered under him now close to climax. Her breasts sometimes falling free to flop and sway as his chest moved up and then mashed back down pining, them to her chest once more. Her bottom thumped the mattress harder and harder, her hairy belly smacking his. Suddenly she began to convulse in ecstasy, spastic in orgasmic quivers, her whole body jerking, as each new orgasm ripped through her. Perspiration poured from her, as her entire muscular exhausted itself, contracting to each new convulsion, her pelvis straining upwards to maintain the pistoning cock. He nor Phoebe had ever seen such a protracted orgasm, or series of orgasms before, as she began to shout out her joy. He continued to pound into her trying not to slow from sheer exhaustion. She began to cry as she felt his cock begin to wilt, his seed long since sucked deep within her. 

Never had she felt such ecstasy, had there been another man about she would have demanded his participation. As it was, when John rolled away from her she accepted Phoebe's tongue with out hesitation seeking more orgasmic relief even though it was a women now played with her privates in the most lesbian of acts. It was and act that she would have been horrified by only hours before. Phoebe attempted to lift her ass up as she had done with Cindy before her, but with the long legs and big bum, she had to get John's help. John helped lift Linda up as he knelt in front of her, his prick coated with their mix dangling above her face. She had the unbelievable urge to suck on it as she felt Phoebe's mouth return to her pussy, her legs dangling over Phoebe's shoulders, so that only her head and shoulders remained on the mattress. It was too high up and Linda pulled on it, bringing it within the range of a swipe of her tongue. She had never touched her husband's penis orally and here she was trying to suck a relative stranger's deep into her mouth. But then she had never felt such pleasure before and such need for more.

Linda never gave a thought as to why Phoebe would hold her in such a position. Thousands of John's swimmers were already in her womb, playing hide and seek with her egg that was sliding down her fallopian tube. The house groaned in satisfaction. It knew it had achieved the second success of the day. It also understood that Linda needed more and as a reward for her impregnation puffed a little more scent into the air and John's prick began to swell, as he knelt on the bed with his dick in the imposing woman's mouth. 

John felt the return of turgidity and groaned not having the energy to remount the prodigious woman. Phoebe saw her man's tumescence return, and feeling the reaction of the woman's pussy beneath her tongue, as Linda sucked on her man's cock felt that Linda deserved one more go. Remembering how they had finished Cindy that morning she had John lay on his back, but this time had Linda mount his mouth while she straddled his hips and impaled herself on the now rigid dick. This was not a position for impregnation but Phoebe had confidence in her man and was certain that Linda had already achieved success. 

Phoebe was surprised at just how much her man enjoyed the sticky wet hair that Linda was rubbing all over his face while his cock remained buried in Phoebe. Occasionally she saw her man's tongue amongst the matted curls as Linda worked her big bum back and forth taking maximum pleasure from the cunnilingus preformed on her. John was in heaven. His cock buried deep in the woman he loved most in the world and his head surrounded in the largest, hairiest, crotch he had ever had the pleasure to service. He was trying to make it the most memorable cunt kiss that he could. Linda took pleasure in watching Phoebe bounce up and down on his pole while his tongue did such wonderful things for her pussy. 

Linda now was pressing harder and harder down onto his face as her body prepared to orgasm again. Sometimes in her need, she thrust too far often burying his face in her large will proportioned ass or wrapping her cunt around the point of her chin. These respites were welcomed by John for their were times he was unable to breathe, for example she often used his nose as a clit rub with short back and forth strokes. But as her body began to convulse with orgasmic jerks she tried to maintain nice long thrusts of her pussy over his face covering it in a sea of primordial soup as she oozed the bliss from her body. He, in turn frantically licked at the passing cunt trying for maximum taste. As her orgasmic cries subsided and her pussy slowed he had to push her off him so he could breathe. She was upset for the moment until he explained what had happened then watched with delight as he took Phoebe's hips with his hands and bounced her faster and faster on his pussy plunging cock. Them his whole body stiffened as he shot his first Phoebe filling load of the day, which brought on Phoebe's usual response, a massive climax as she licked and kissed his cum covered face his cock still buried in her loins. Linda found that not only did she enjoy sex but that it was a spectator sport as well. 

Linda didn't want to leave but Phoebe explained they had a prior appointment, but to alleviate the disappointment pointed out that they had not had enough time to show her the house and she would be welcome back. Resigned to the fact that she had to leave she began to look forward to going home and preparing for her husband that evening. She wondered if she could get the same pleasure from him, she got from John. They hurriedly dressed and John showed her to the door while Phoebe once again changed the sheets on the bed. 

Suddenly John called up the stairs, "Phoebe, there was a lady coming down the sidewalk and she looked if she was headed this way."

Phoebe didn't even have time to put her panties on. She buttoned up her dress as she ran down the stairs. The running cause a dollop of her man's cream to slid from her pussy and run down her leg. Loathe to waste it, and because it was the quickest thing to do, Phoebe reached under her dress and ran a fore finger up her leg catching the dribble on the end of her finger. Without hesitation, she slipped the finger into her mouth savoring the taste of her man. She just reached the front door as the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of their latest guest. 

John opened the door as usual and there stood an averaged sized young lady. But her size was the only average thing about her. Her full breasts, narrow waist, and flaring hips were only the beginning. Her smile brought out the beauty of her face as she stepped in the door and introduced herself holding out her hand. John stepped forward to shake it, but there was no tingle at her touch. Pat turned to shake Phoebe's hand and the moment their hands touched Pat's pussy ached with need. Pat didn't understand the incredible attraction she felt for this older woman. It had been a long time since she had felt this strong an attraction. Actually, now that she thought about it, only Jacqueline had ever caused her to feel so horny. 

Still holding Phoebe's hand she turned the full force of her smile on Phoebe and said, "It's such a pleasure to meet you both." 

Phoebe smiled back, eased her hand out of Pat's grasp, and tried to turn Pat's attention towards John. But Pat would have nothing to do with that. She continued to stand close to Phoebe smiling in her direction. The house not understanding this turn of events pumped a little scent into the air expecting the usual reaction. With the increased arousal, Phoebe began to understand. It was herself this woman was interested in. With the dawning realization, her own body responded with growing attraction for the beauty that stood before her. 

Phoebe was certainly willing to play, but she also had begun to understand her roll. Although she had not said a word, she had figured out that the house had something to do with the parade of women that seemed attracted to John. She knew nobody would believe her and in every instance, the house seemed to be her ally. Although she didn't understand why or how she believed she knew what the house intended. Since it seemed to mesh with her own beliefs, she was willing to go along. But in this instance how could she accomplish their mutual goal when the young lady in question showed absolutely no interest in John. 

Well, she'd think about it as she showed her through the house. Pat didn't understand at all. The more she stood beside this woman the more she wanted her. Her nipples had erected and now she could feel her pussy wetting in preparation for sex even though she could see no way that it would take place. Phoebe took her hand; exciting her even more, as she began to lead her from room to room talking about how the original occupants had demonstrated their wares. Phoebe, as she lead Pat about, made a point of staying close occasionally brushing her body against Pat's. Each time their bodies touched, each woman felt a rising desire for more intimate contact. Neither woman realized that they were getting closer to each other as time past, but John notice and finally understood that this was Phoebe's show left them alone.

When Phoebe knew they were alone she leaned in to whispered in Pat's ear, "I need you." 

Pat nodded her head in reply and then kissed her tenderly on the lips. The kiss continued growing more intense with each passing moment tongues penetrating, tasting, lips bruising, teeth grinding as their breathing increased until they were almost panting in each other's mouths. Finally, Phoebe broke the kiss and said, "I'm bi and he'll be jealous, could you do me a favor?" 

"Anything!" replied Pat her pussy now ruling her mind.

"Could you, you know, do it in front of him? He likes to watch."

By this time Pat was so overcome with lust, she would do almost anything to get this woman to play with her. Pat wanted Phoebe to make her cum. She wanted to hold Phoebe while she came. She nodded her acceptance and Phoebe gave her another kiss before calling John to come with them. Phoebe took her new lover to the third floor with John as usual following so he could watch Phoebe's bum. When they arrived, they began to kiss passionately hands stealing feels of bum and tit. Everything that Phoebe felt was lush and full and she reached between them to begin to undo Pat's blouse coping feels of her heavy bosoms while she did. When she opened the blouse, she was rewarded with the swell of soft white round flesh almost overflowing the lacey bra that constrained them. 

Phoebe tried to undo the front clasp but found the pull on the clasp so hard that she was unable to loosen it. Pat, noticing her small struggle, used her arms to squeeze her breasts together slackening the pull on the clasp. With a flick of her fingers, Phoebe undid the clasp freeing the mounds of sexual fresh. They bounded out of their constraining cups, pushing them aside, escaping to freedom. They seemed to expand even larger as they tasted the cooler air. Their large areola and nipples reacted to the coolness as well as the anticipation of Phoebe's warm wet mouth, expanding into plump berries of sweetness.

Pat, not to be outdone, had already undone the front of Phoebe's dress and exposed Phoebe's sweet, more delicate charms. However, her nipples, a paler pink in color, were of similar size. Pat was pleased. Jack had big fat tits like hers and she was tired of wrestling with them. She preferred the small peach like breasts that were now in front of her and to demonstrate her approval sucked one entirely into her mouth while her fingers danced on the other's nipple. Phoebe, with low moans of approval, shoved her chest out enjoying the tongue that laved the bottom of her small orb, as the mouth sucked hard on her mammary. Soon Phoebe felt a wonderful ache in the totally engulfed flesh, a sexual burning in the nipple. She had never experienced this before and began to wonder when Pat would stop; hoping at the same time, she wouldn't. 

Pat could feel the breast expanding in her mouth and from experience knew it was becoming engorged with blood. It would be turning color, first red then pale purple in her mouth. Abruptly, she pulled her head back allowing the swollen tit to pop free; eyed the sensitized nipple and flicked it with a nail tipped finger. Exquisite pain shot through Phoebe's tit tip, burning her nipple, but sending weird wonderful sensations to her cunt. Excruciating need filled her and Phoebe dropped to her knees undid the button and yanked the skirt to the floor. To her surprise, as no panties blocked her view, she faced two swollen fat labia completely naked of hair with just a long slit between them. They looked like a fat peach stuffed between Pat's thighs, but this peach had no fuss and was shinny with moisture. 

Phoebe pushed Pat back onto the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, and spread Pat's thighs admiring the soft smooth flesh, before she walked forward on her knees between Pat's legs. Phoebe placed the thumb and forefinger of each hand on the peach halves and gently pulled them apart. Between the fat folds lay two flaps of very red flesh immersed in a sea of thick sticky fluid. Phoebe took a deep inhalation of the sexual scent allowing it to fill her soul with the need to taste the source. Bending forward, she used her tongue to sample, taking moisture into her mouth to savor, before her lust took over demanding that she mash her face between this succulent woman's warm thighs. 

John watched his girl friend tongue fuck, her head bobbing to stimulate the naked pussy that was presenting to her. As he watched Phoebe, the house increased the intensity of the need each of them felt until they were mindless with lust. Phoebe reached between her legs with one hand and thrust fingers into herself while her head continued to bob. He, as well, couldn't help himself and undid his fly, pulling out his hardened prick. Stimulated by the smell and sight he began gently stroking himself enjoying his woman's blatant sexuality. 

Pat began to whimper and moan and finally demanded, "I need you on my face."

"Only if you let me show my man your beautiful Pussy." replied the quick thinking Phoebe.

"All right," moaned Pat, "but he can't touch me. In the state I'm in, I'd be grossed out if he touched me."

"I promise he won't touch you. I'll just show him your hot wet cunt. It will make him so horny to watch you get fingered and tongued." Replied Phoebe, as she stood and removed the dress that was still hanging from her shoulders. 

Then she crawled onto the bed. Pat began to shift in the bed but Phoebe stopped her so her bald snatch still lay at the edge of the bed, her legs spread with her feet flat on the floor. Turning in the bed Phoebe straddled the hungry mouth; her craving hairiness a scant inch away from Pat's whimpering lips. Phoebe settled her cunt comfortably on the tongue piercing her allowing the contents to flow into Pat's receptive mouth. Pat found the taste strange, pleasantly different to the taste of Jacqueline, not realizing that Phoebe's pussy was freshly inseminated. She thrust her tongue deeper seeking more of the flavorful contents. Phoebe leaned forward and once again spread Pat's outer labia exposing the inner beauty to her man. John stepped forward so his socks were between Pat's feet, his prick within a couple inches of Phoebe's lips. Looking down, he could see Phoebe fingering Pat's quim, just in front and below his stroking hand. He loved the way Pat used the leverage she had. With her feet flat on the floor, she fucked her cunt upwards at Phoebe's probing finger. 

His hand moved faster, bringing the need to ejaculate. He looked around looking for a place to let fly when Phoebe opened her mouth and took the helmet of his cock onto her tongue. Her finger now furiously working Pat's clit. Phoebe's ass slid her cunt frantically over Pat's very practiced and talented tongue spreading her mix all over Pat's face. The house suddenly realized Phoebe's intent; it was all in the timing. It shot a little scent into John's nostrils causing him to spew spunk onto Phoebe's waiting tongue. Then a little scent for Phoebe, which inflamed her as she buried her face between Pat's legs, driving her sperm covered tongue deep into Pat's fertile channel. And finally the house looked after Pat, infusing her with orgasmic intensity, which opened her cervix to the evading swimmers.




The House Ch. 13



Although tens of thousands died in Phoebe's mouth, as her tongue continued to plunge deeply into Pat, other thousands found the path into Pats lubricity. Hundreds entered her womb as she continued to fuck her pussy against Phoebe's tongue, delving with her own tongue deeply into Phoebe in her ecstasy. Tens continued the search as the women writhed on each other's bodies. One drove its head into the tiny mass in front of it losing it individuality as it joined in procreation. As new life began the women kissed each other's pussies tenderly enjoying post orgasmic bliss and the warmth of each other bodies. 

Now that the house was easing off Pat began to feel a little disappointed in herself that she had cheated on Jacqueline, but the wonderful smell emanating from the hairy beauty that still lay just in front of her nose eased the quilt she felt. When Phoebe turned in the bed to kiss her tenderly thanking her for the excellent tonguing she had received, she gladly accepted the warm mouth and sucked on the probing tongue, hoping they would do it again sometime. Pat had never felt such sexual intensity before not knowing the role the house had played. It had felt strange fucking in front of a man, but in a way, it had felt thrilling to do something new. 

John had long since put away his exhausted prick and when he saw he might cause Pat some embarrassment, as the women dressed, left the room. Phoebe told Pat what a pleasant surprise their loving had been and expressed an invitation to do it again sometime as they descended the stairs. With a kiss goodbye, Phoebe let her out the door and went to find John. 

Phoebe thought about telling John what she suspected about the house, but she had no proof. Besides, it just may have been women getting horny because they were in an old whorehouse and their imaginations got the better of them. Maybe they were simply acting out their fantasizes, allowing their sexuality come to the fore where so many women had before. Phoebe told herself she didn't know for sure. So when she found him she didn't express her suspicions, but noting his look of exhaustion sent him to bed instead. Phoebe sat at the kitchen table waiting for Jane and Liz, reviewing the three women's behavior in her mind. While she waited, the phone rang. She wondered for a moment if she should answer it and then decided John would want her to. 

The house was very pleased. The day had gone well. Phoebe had behaved exactly as it had expected her to. There was no question that Phoebe was a willing confederate. Several shingles lifted on the roof in a semblance of a smile. Marjorie was on the phone making an appointment with Phoebe; supposedly, to see the house, but Phoebe and the house knew it was for procreation.