1 comments/ 28986 views/ 3 favorites My Haunted House By: gunslingereddie2 Did I mention I hate Halloween? I didn't bother them, why did they find such a need to bother me? Dumb college kids, running about drunk and stupid. Make it Halloween and all Hell breaks loose. Gimme a break. I didn't ask for my aunt's old house, it's just what came in the will. The fact that it's creepy as hell isn't my business either. Not everyone can afford to keep their house in good repair. Especially when they just got it a month ago. At first I thought it was funny that my aunt had left me the haunted house in the neighborhood. Dark shutters, peeling paint, creaky doors. Yes, it was scary looking. Yes, it looked abandoned. Yes, she had died in her bed there. But a free house was something I couldn't pass up and slowly but surely I was putting it back together. For now, it was still the haunted house of the neighborhood, and the college kids decided a trip back to adolescent memories would be just the ticket. Stoop around the house, and dare someone to go in. Or be real assholes like last night and throw eggs at the back. Wish I hadn't locked my guns up in my safe that night. I was cranky from trying to get those eggs off all morning and searching for a job all day. I was simply not in the mood for some prissy girls and their douchebag boyfriends to fart around on my property. If they decided to do something dumb, well, it wasn't my fault they had wandered up here. Besides, if they wanted a good Halloween scare, the first one that came in would get it. I heard the front door creak as it swung open. I stealthily dropped to my knees in my bedroom the floor above, peering through a hole in the wood that gave me a clear view down to the front door. At least she was cute. About five foot ten, and a brunette, this girl boasted some above average breasts and long legs. She finished off the beer in her hand before tossing it on my floor, the glass bottle bouncing down the entrance hallway. She giggled behind her at some unseen friends that must be out in my front lawn and closed the door. She took a few tentative steps forward and ignored the working light switch I had installed yesterday, instead flicking on a flashlight. She was clearly in the Halloween spirit, wearing a skimpy school girl outfit. A low cut white blouse showed off the black bra underneath, and she was practically exploding out of the shirt anyway. A red plaid miniskirt made it maybe halfway down her thighs, and I had a feeling there wasn't any underwear underneath. She smoking, the dream of perverted porn watchers with a schoolgirl fetish worldwide. Fine. We can both have fun here. I knew the back ways of my house better than anyone else and certainly better than a slightly tipsy college girl. Within a minute of her slow exploration of my house I was behind her, sneaking closer. She almost shrieked as she accidentally knocked a nightstand over. Then she did try to shriek, but I had already put the bag over her head and muffled her cries with my hand. "Quiet now. You make any noise, and I'll have to kill you now. Understand." I said in my best serial killer voice. It wasn't very good, and sounded like a bad imitation of Batman, but she was thinking too clearly at this point and didn't seem to notice. She mumbled something into my hand and nodded. I guided her downstairs, her feet slipping as I forced her down the irregular staircase. I figured if I was going to give this girl the scare of her life, might as well make it a good one. My basement wasn't much, and certainly wasn't finished. But it did have a slender metal pole sticking up in the utility room where I had put my tools for the fixer-up job I had. Why? I don't know. But I was going to take advantage of it now. I pushed her back against the pole, and then quickly grabbed a nearby coil of rope and bound her hands behind her back, behind the pillar. She was still so shocked by her situation that she wasn't struggling, and I used this to my advantage, adding more rope above and below her breasts, around her stomach and a bit more around her waist. "Open wide." I growled, lifting the bag enough to reveal her mouth. She complied instantly, and I shoved a red ball gag into her mouth, buckling it tightly behind her head. Something I had acquired for use on an earlier girlfriend and had never gotten rid of. She twisted her head a bit, trying to get it out, but it was pointless. She stood there, bound to the pole, the bag still over her face, her body slowly testing her bonds. She was whimpering into the gag, but otherwise was surprisingly docile. Then I realized. She wasn't whimpering, she was moaning. She wasn't testing her bonds, she was enjoying their feel. She liked this. I had planned on leaving her bound and gagged for ten minutes or so before letting her go and throwing her out of the house for a scare, but now I was rapidly deviating from the plan. I took the bag off her head, and her green eyes bored into mine. "You're getting a kick out of this, aren't ya?' I asked, slightly incredulous. She blushed the smallest bit, but then nodded her head. I stood there for a second. She stared at me, and then began to spread her legs. Fuck it. I grabbed one of her full breasts with my hand, the other one going under her skirt. I began to search for her clit while fondling her breast. A nice full breast it was. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning hard into the gag. I was right. No panties. And she was wetter than a fish just taken out of water. My index finger began to play with her clit, while my middle finger parted her lips and thrust inside. She shuddered in delight. I continued to thrust and tease her clit and lips with my finger, my other hand rotating through her two breasts. At this point her breasts were practically falling out of her shirt and bra, so I helped them along, pulling them out. I then took one in my mouth, gently sucking it while roughly playing with the other breast. Her eyes were clenched shut as she breathed heavily. The mix of rough and gentle play was building her to unimaginable heights. She opened her eyes, begging me with them not to stop, to let her climax. "Hell no." I said, feeling that my cock was now rock solid. "You trespassed into my house. I can't be that nice. Wouldn't be a punishment then, would it?" Now she was whimpering into the gag and trying to push her body against my fingers that I had left scant inches from her clit, still dripping from her juices. "Plemmh! Plemmh!" She gasped into the gag, tortured by the fact that her relief was close. "Well, just because you asked nicely." I grinned, dropping my pants. She took a quick look down, and I could see a bit of relief play on her face. She wanted this, maybe more than I did. I thrust inside her, hard, and she screamed into the gag in pleasure. I began to thrust my hips forward, just little thrusts, trying to keep her excited. Drool was pouring down her mouth from the gag, and despite the ropes, she was pushing against me as hard as she could. "Hamher! Hemher!" The gag made her speech impossible to hear clearly, but I got the idea. So smiling cruelly, I pulled out again. She looked incredulous, and struggled against the ropes, straining to get at me. She whimpered, almost on the verge of tears, she wanted to finish so bad. Juices trailed down her leg, and she simply writhed against the pole. I was a bit turned out. Enough that I deviated from my plan to torture her sexually. I was in so quickly that she was taken completely by surprise. Her pussy lips closed in around my cock, causing her to shudder with each deep thrust I delivered. She rubbed her body against my, straining to get me in as deep as possible. I obliged, spearing into her, listening to her moans of pleasure. She began to struggle viciously against the ropes as the orgasm took her, racking her body side to side, unable to move from the restraints but trying her mightiest as ecstasy overtook her. I continued to thrust through the orgasm, delivering her maximum pleasure as my hands worked her breasts and my mouth her neck. One was never enough for me, and I continued without pause through this orgasm into a second one, her struggles futile as I gutted her insides like an animal. As she went through her second orgasm, I released my own, my cum flowing into her in great, shuddering bursts. She moaned happily each time my cock ejaculating, glad to have me inside her, wanting it, desiring it. I gave her all I had. She was breathing heavy as I stepped back. I reached behind her head, unstrapping the gag. She worked her jaw for a moment, then looked back at me and smiled. "Not too bad, huh?" "Just what I was looking for. Now put that back in. I'm not expected to come out of this haunted house til morning." Did I mention I love Halloween? My Haunted House As we plopped down on the sofa, she turned to me. "I had a lot of fun tonight, but I'm still a bit confused as to what happened." She looked at me as if I had the answers. Actually I did, but would she understand? "Uh...honey...this might be a little hard to believe..." I started. "You know how people say this house is haunted?" "You don't believe that crap, do you?" she asked. "Well, it's not exactly haunted, but it is occupied." "You mean someone else still lives here?" she sounded horrified. "Well, yes...and no." "What the hell are you talking about?" "Uh...Maggie? Are you here?" "Who's Maggie?" she glared at me. My two hundred year old lover appeared beside her. "Uh...Julie, this is Maggie...Maggie, this is Julie." I waved my hand at each of them. "Are you going to allow her to stay here?" she asked, almost hysterically. "I have no choice, it's her house." Julie looked back and forth between us, still obviously confused. "All of the guests from the first party are her friends." I offered, hoping she would focus on the earlier pleasure. She did as a smile crossed her face. "How often do her friends visit?" she asked, as she squirmed in her seat. "As often as you wish." Maggie said, as she sat down beside her. "I have lived in this town all my life, and I don't remember you, how long have you lived here?" Julie asked, holding up her end of the conversation. Oh crap, this will be the test. "Just over two hundred years." Maggie said softly. "Excuse me?" They both looked at me with some degree of panic. "Maggie, why don't you take Julie for a walk, maybe that will clear things up." I suggested. Julie stared at me as Maggie reached for her hand, and pulled her from the couch. She understood what I meant, as they walked hand in hand out the door. I laughed inwardly as I heard the "Whomp" followed by an "Ow!", followed by a "What the...". They returned a few minutes later, Julie's nose red from whatever it was she couldn't walk through. After a moment of silence, I spoke. "Well?" "This is weird." Julie said. "Maggie told me everything, and I fully understand." This is the part where she breaks up with me, and tells all her friends how insane I am. "As much as I didn't want to share you, the thought of those guys pleasing me was just too tempting. I'm willing to give it a go!" she said as she reached over and took Maggie's hand. "We'll just have to find a bigger bed!" Maggie stood and turned, "Follow me." she said as she disappeared around the corner. I grabbed Julie's hand and followed her down the hall. At the end of the corridor, she stood facing the wall. Looking back at us, she turned, and started to peel the wallpaper. "What are you doing?" I yelled, as the strips of velvety paper came down. She didn't have to answer, as now we could see a door that was hidden beneath the floral pattern. The door creaked loudly, as it hadn't been opened in close to a hundred years. Stepping inside, we found a huge bedroom, with two king sized beds, covered in cobwebs. "There will be plenty of room for all of us." Maggie said as she drifted around the room. "Uh...how many...you know...friends do you have?" Julie asked with a look of horniness on her face. "I have many...perhaps hundreds of male friends for you to...visit." Maggie responded. Julie smiled so wide I thought her face would split. "In fact, while we were talking, I summoned several dozen of them for your approval. They are downstairs." Julie didn't have to be told twice as she disappeared out the door faster than you could say "Boo". Sex with a spirit is very different from sex with another human. The orgasms are far more intense, and rather than draining all of your energy, they actually give you more energy. I fucked Maggie a dozen times, then we wandered down the stairs to watch Julie in her own gang bang. The sun was coming up, and most of the guests had left. Maggie explained that only a handful of spiritual beings can be out during the day. She was one of them, but was confined to the house, and only a couple of her 'male' friends could stay. This, of course, was fine with Julie. As Maggie gave us the official tour of the house, she turned to me. "You know, I have many female friends I think you may like as well." "No, Maggie, I think you and Julie are all I could ever want." Both girls squeezed my hands tightly, elated with my answer. Julie and I ate leftovers from the party, and the three of us made love to each other for the rest of the afternoon. People often ask me how I can live in that spooky old house. I tell them that sometimes even I get the creeps, like someone else is there. Then I casually invite them over, to which they quickly refuse. Their loss, I think to myself, knowing what I have to endure every night. Damn, life is good! Now, my only problem is whether to have the party here next year, and if so, do we invite our 'new' friends, or keep them to ourselves? Happy Halloween!