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Lust on Haunted Hill

By: Bacomicfan



"You've definitely seen too many of those spooky movies of yours," Cheryl chided, her eyes rolled up in mock disdain.

"Hey, you're the one who said you wanted to do it in a haunted house, remember?" I replied matter of factly, as my wheezing old Buick bucked and heaved up the winding, overgrown dirt driveway.

"Yeah, but that was before I found out this so-called haunted house of yours was a real place....and located a hundred miles from any known civilization. And the name of this mountain...what did you call it...Snake Hill?"

"Yup....Snake Hill. And those creepy woods we just came through were the Vails Gate woods. Kinda sounds like a home for witches, doesn't it? Oooooooo.....spoooky," I kidded.

"Oh, wonderful....a mountain full of snakes and witches. This is gonna be real sexy."

I could see Cheryl wasn't getting into the proper mood, so I reassured her, "Oh, yeah, hon...trust me...this is gonna be sexy with a capital 'S'. You just wait and see." I flashed my most lecherous smile, and was pleased when she returned it in spades.


"Besides," I continued, "once we get started you won't be worrying about names...except mine, of course, which you'll be screaming."

"Ha! Don't flatter yourself, Don Juan. Let's just see if you can keep me awake this time!" Ahh, my lady's wonderful sense of humor. Cute, isn't it? And she laughed with self-congratulation when I cringed and replied, Ouch...my ego lies bleeding."

As my old car bounced closer to the somber estate, Cheryl's face showed a curious mixture of disappointment and relief as her pretty blue eyes focused on the looming iron gate before us. It was ten feet tall if it was an inch, and it was held firmly shut by a huge iron chain and a formidable looking lock.

"Um...hon....I hope you have a key for that thing in your pocket. It appears that puppy is locked up good and tight,"she said, not 

knowing whether to be happy or sad.

"Oh, shit," I said, "that gate was never locked when I was a kid. It was never even shut!"

"Well it is now, junior. So, unless you have a key to it, our little tryst is over before it begins."

Angrily, I shoved the groaning gearshift into park and got out of the car, stomping over to the rusting obstacle to my lust. I looked down at the huge lock that was the size of both my hands together. It was indeed locked. I tugged on it, hoping that it had rusted through and would crumble to nothingness in my hands, and then Cheryl and I would continue on unimpeded. If an inanimate object could laugh, then it was indeed doing so, belittling even my most ferocious attempts to shatter its hold on the huge chain binding the gate. In frustration, I gave up, snarling epithets under my breath.

By now, Cheryl had joined me at the gate, a supportive but sad look in her eyes. She realized how much this little love getaway meant to me, and sympathized with my frustration at having it end here after so many hours of driving into the sticks. She stood next to me and reached out her hand to mine in a soothing gesture.

No sooner had her hand clasped mine than we both heard a low, squeaking groan. The horizontal chain held captive by the lock slackened, dropping about a foot at the center of the gate. The reason for this was that the stubborn lock had suddenly given way, the right side of it's locking bar shattering into a spray of rust. There was a slight hesitation, another metallic moan, and then the lock fell away completely, it and the chain clattering dully to the dirt and rocks below. 

Cheryl and I blinked, astounded and disbelieving. She had seen me tugging for all I was worth on the resistant lock, and was as shocked as I when it crumbled on it's own. We hardly had time to ponder these odd events, however, because suddenly, a strong breeze kicked up, blowing on the now unlocked gate. With a final gasp of capitulation, the chain uncoiled snakelike and dropped heavily to the ground at our feet. In an instant the two halves of the gate squealed open, creaking inward slowly with a baleful moan. Apparently, admittance was ours if we wanted it.

Still blinking, Cheryl and I stared into each others eyes, unable to believe any of it had happened. I'm not sure if my memory is accurate on this point, but I believe it was Cheryl who smiled first. It had hit us both...the tryst was on! We scampered back to the car, sliding ourselves onto the worn seats with renewed hope.

But we were still in awe of recent events and it was Cheryl who spoke first.

"Wow," she said softly, "that was way too spooky."

At first all I could reply was, "Very cool," but then added, "Well, what would you expect from a haunted house?" Even though my remarks were flip, a chill danced along my spine. I drove through the beckoning

iron gate, and could swear I heard a softly whispered "welcome" in the slowly dying breeze.

We had to jounce along about another half mile of torturous dirt road before we could see the old house clearly. Every foot closer we got to the neglected estate Cheryl's face curled more and more into a mask of doubt and distaste. For myself, I was remembering a similar summer day many years earlier, when a gawky, impressionable teenager visited this place for the last time....or so he thought. 

Cheryl noticed something in my expression and asked, "Were you serious about that? I mean, that seance you say you had here as a kid? Was that real or were you just yanking my chain?"

I tried to play it up light. "Oh, yeah, it happened....but we were crazy kids...who knows, maybe we all imagined the whole thing."

"I'm sure you did," she answered, "You always did have quite an imagination." Then she leaned over and kissed my cheek, adding, "And a good imagination is a wonderful thing in a lover." Before moving away from me she gave my earlobe a light nip, sucking on it ever so briefly. I stepped just a little harder on the gas pedal.

Finally approaching the massive, ancient building, I looked around for a safe place to park the car. Everything was overgrown, and finding the least rubble-strewn and briar-choked area on which to trust the placement of worn tires was quite a trick indeed. I finally managed to find a spot that I felt wouldn't end up

leading to four flat tires, and I crossed my fingers and parked. Both the tires and the engine sighed with relief. We sat there a few minutes, taking it all in, the overgrown estate, the decaying building, and something

intangible that hung in the air.

"My God," Cheryl sighed, "how long has this place been like this?"

"As long as I can remember. Probably been like this since even before I was born. No one seems to know much about the original owners. But this is the way I've always remembered it...almost like it's a 

photograph...never changing. Well, except for that gate," I winked, "C'mon...let's go inside."

She seemed a little nervous, so I tried to joke a bit about what was to come, to ease her doubts. I told her that this would be the first time she'd been raptured in a haunted house. As soon as I made that statement, Cheryl's sarcastic side came out, not able to resist commenting on the "rapture" part of my claim.

"If I don't fall asleep with you on top of me, I'll consider this a good day," she barbed, faking an exaggerated yawn. She smiled slyly, leaned over to kiss me on the lips and said, "Okay, let's do this." She got out of the car, opened the back door on her side, and leaned in to get the food and sundries we'd brought along.

I did likewise, going to the back door on my side to help. We each grabbed what was closest to us. Besides the blanket, the basket of food and the cooler, there was my own little special bag of "goodies", which I made sure I got to before Cheryl did. Some of the items in that bag she didn't even know I'd brought, and I wanted to keep it that way. After all, she loved surprises, and I loved giving them.

As we trudged across bits of crumbled plaster and rocks, pushing clinging, tangled vines away from their guardposts in front of the big wooden door, Cheryl again seemed to be having second thoughts. I assured her everything would be fine. I even held up my bag of goodies, admitting I had some surprises for her...ones I

was sure she'd like. This piqued her interest, and she put aside her doubts, at least for the moment. She wanted to know what was in the bag, but I held firm in my resolve not to tell her. And although she was feigning deep disappointment at my not telling her, I could tell she was secretly enjoying the mystery, and inside she was simmering with anticipation. Still, she pouted sexily when I told her the only way to discover

the bag's contents was to enter old Bradford House with me and become my wanton harlot. By the glint in her eyes, I knew I had her.

Of course, as with any self-respecting haunted house, the splintering front door creaked and moaned painfully as it gave us passage. The inside of the house was musty and damp, with the prerequisite cobwebs and dust, but for all its shadow and darkness it was just as warm as the summer air outside, which surprised me just a bit.

We entered Bradford House, Cheryl for the first time, myself for the first time since a childhood seance. We both felt chills - in spite of the warmth of the day - some of mild apprehension, but most from delightful erotic expectation. This was going to be fun...I was determined to see to that. Nothing was going to ruin this day for us....or at least I hoped not.

Shuffling our way through the milling dust, we poked at cobwebs as we entered the dark interior. After walking a dozen or so feet, it became too dark to see well, so I reached into my goodie bag and produced a flashlight. When Cheryl quickly tried to peek into the bag I instantly closed it and rolled the top down tight.

Again she pouted, which made her once again intensely sexy, and myself intensely horny.

Memory flooded into my brain, and I recalled the layout of the house. I motioned to an archway on the right, which I knew led to a vast living room, and from there to stairs which led to the bedrooms on the floor above. I flicked on the flashlight, and in it's glow we walked through rooms which more than likely hadn't seen visitors in decades.

I told Cheryl about the master bedroom upstairs, and how that would probably be the best place for our love nest. She curled the corner of her mouth as if to say, "Yeah, right," as was her usual sarcastic tendency, but when I told her of the large, romantic fireplace and how I intended to light it, the look faded, replaced once again by a look of anticipation. She was hooked, though lingering in the back of her mind were doubts as to whether or not this old firetrap would end up burning to the ground with us still in it.

Using the flashlight, I scanned the floorboards as we walked to make sure they were all safe. Luckily, they were, as were the stairs when we got to them. I tested them for strength before putting my full weight on them, and found them all surprisingly sound. So, with the flashlight beam dancing in the darkness, we ascended the stairs, cautiously, leaving daylight and the outside world behind.

Holding Cheryl's hand in mine, her following closely behind me, we'd climbed about halfway up the stairs when we heard a loud, echoing thud. We whirled about quickly and the flashlight beam traced a dizzying, spastic path back to the hallway. Ah, yes...of course, we thought. It's a haunted house. Why wouldn't the front door close by itself? What did we expect? With nervous chuckles we both resumed our upward trek, me thinking about my bag of goodies and the soft, sexy Cheryl...and she thinking of a romantic, crackling fire, and - hopefully - me.

Reaching the second story, I turned to my left, directing the flashlight beam in that direction. This was the direction I remember the master bedroom being, and I peered through the artificial light to see if memory served or failed. I was pleased to see my memory was solid and unfailing. Down the hallway we went, still

holding hands. I brushed still more cobwebs out of our way with the flashlight, which made dust motes dance in the erratic light....and made us both cough a couple of times. Cheryl wondered wordlessly just how sexy it would be to die choking on dust while making love.

At the end of the hallway, the door to the master bedroom was completely gone, and no dislodged door was anywhere in sight, either in the hallway or inside the room. Odd, I thought. Still, crossing that doorless threshold I discovered that it was the same room that had occupied my memory all those years, complete with fireplace and massive poster bed. And another oddity.....the bedroom, unlike most of the rest of the house, was relatively cobweb free, though it still had more than enough dust to induce a healthy sneeze. I scanned the beam around the room, stopping it over the fireplace.

Hanging over the long-unused fireplace was one of those ancient family portraits, depicting an attractive couple, presumably the original owners, the Bradfords. Concentrating the beam on their faces, they appeared to be in their early forties, wearing clothing that seemed turn of the century....early 1900s. Their faces were full of energy and appealing, she beautiful and he handsome. Both smiled contentedly and it would be my guess that they were very happy together, and seemingly very much in love. Just a strong feeling I got, I must admit. 

As I held the beam there on their faces, their eyes seemed to gleam and twinkle in the light. Just a trick of the light, that's all. And then another cliche. Wherever Cheryl and I walked, the two pair of painted eyes seemed to follow us. Both the master and mistress of the house watched us wherever we went in the room.

It was so cliche, in fact, that Cheryl and I had a great chuckle over it. But we did glance up at those eyes every so often, nonetheless...somehow captivated by the intense gray-blue of Mr. Bradford's eyes and the liquid, sea green ones of Mrs. Bradford. 

While Cheryl spread out the blanket on the floor and began to set up candles and lay out our feast and libation, I moved to the windows of the room and tore down what tattered and musty curtains I could find, trying valiantly not to choke or suffocate on decades of dust. While it did let in a tiny bit of light, the windows

themselves were so coated with grime that it was almost as if the curtains hadn't been removed at all. I stared at the gritty, crusted windows, disappointed, until Cheryl's coughing and sneezing fit brought me back to reality.

"Thank you, Oh Brave Destroyer of Curtains. Now, not only can't we see, but we can't breathe, either," she said between coughs.

"Ahh, that's the woman I love," I returned, "always supportive, despite all odds."

Since the candles Cheryl had set up gave plenty of light to the gloomy room, I no longer needed the flashlight. I turned it off and followed candle light back to the blanket, my lovely lady, and our sumptuous repast. She had already filled two paper plates with our gourmet treats...Ritz crackers, cheddar cheese, 

slices of pepperoni, some grapes, and Oreo cookies for dessert. From the cooler she'd retrieved two wine glasses and a bottle of White Zinfandel...always her favorite. 

As soon as I sat beside her, she whispered in my ear, "Eat up, hon. If you're going to come close to coming through on all your promises today, you're going to need all the strength you can muster...and then some." She purred like a kitten, then intensified the purr to a light growl. Again she sucked briefly on my

earlobe, but rather than pulling away, she immediately thereafter kissed me full on the lips, passionately, forcing her tongue into my mouth. At the last instant, as she pulled away, her tongue flicked out and licked the corners of my mouth. As I reached for her for more, she darted back, avoiding my groping hands, and

laughed teasingly, quick as a wink shoving a cracker into her mouth and waving a cautionary finger at me.

"Not yet, lover boy....eat first. Gather up all your strength and stamina. Two can play this 'wanton harlot' game, sweetie. We'll see who ravages whom!"

I ate up. So did she. We drank the Zinfandel dry. All the while we ate and drank we teased each other, making seductive and suggestive actions and comments throughout the meal. The way Cheryl ate grapes made my jeans tighter and tighter. So I returned the favor by showing her how an Oreo should be slowly and

thoroughly licked. In the half hour that it took us to eat and drink, we'd worked each other up into a sexual frenzy. It was time to forget about food and concentrate on the real reason why we were here in this spooky old house in the first place.

With our suggestive meal finally ended, Cheryl scooted over to me, snuggling close. My arms closed around her and held her fast...no escape this time. Our kisses started off slow and sensual, thorough explorations of each others' mouths. Slowly, their boldness increased, each kiss hotter than the last. It wasn't long before we were lost in each other, kissing passionately, holding each other tightly, fusing together in a tapestry of lust.

At some point during the kissing, Cheryl pressed her chest tightly against mine, lifted her bottom off the blanket, swung her leg around in front of me, and sat on my lap facing me. Her mouth never stopped mashing into mine. I could feel the warmth of her groin and cheeks as they pressed against my thighs. Her heat was as intense as my own. My crotch burned for her, and my swelling manhood rose to meet her.

Cheryl could always kiss better than any woman I'd ever known, and her insistent tongue was literally taking my breath away. I gasped for air as we kissed. Those passionate kisses went on for quite some time, each of us alternately attacking the other's lips with a hot fury from time to time, teeth grinding and lips mashing, then slowing to sensual explorations again. The flickering candle light gave a surreal quality to the sensuality we were

sharing. 

Just as my jaw began to hurt from the marathon kissing, Cheryl pulled back a few inches and cooed, "So, baby, what's in the bag? Hmmmm?"

"Oh, no," I said, "not just yet. Soon, though....I promise. First, let's do this the old-fashioned way. We have all day to get to the extracurricular stuff. I'm sure you'll like it. Just be patient."

Again she stuck out that lusciously pouting lip, but this time I lunged forward quickly to capture it between my lips. I sucked on that sweet, juicy lip so hard I almost bit it....which to my sheer joy seemed to further inflame her desire. She held me close and tight, and once again our mouths became one.

However, this time Cheryl pushed into me, forcing me down on my back, her hands suddenly clawing at my shirt. Somewhere outside of my mind haze, I heard popping sounds, and then caught a glimpse of some tiny object flying off over Cheryl's shoulder. It landed on the wooden floor well beyond the blanket, bouncing and skittering off into darkness. When a second, similar object likewise found it's bounding freedom, I realized the two tiny escapees were buttons from my shirt, liberated by the impatient hands of my lady love in her haste to remove

it. She had no interest in unbuttoning my shirt....she simply wanted it removed as quickly as possible. Since it had long been one of my favorite shirts, I briefly toyed with the idea of helping her remove it before too much damage was done, but her sexual frenzy was fueling my own, and I no longer cared about salvaging the

shirt, no matter how fond of it I was. I agreed with Cheryl...I wanted the damn thing off!

Almost immediately I became similarly inclined, my hands tugging fiercely at her tube top. I ripped it upward. Thankfully, it gave little resistance, and neither did Cheryl. She stopped the clawing at my shirt long enough to


Lust on Haunted Hill Ch. 2



I was jolted from a dream filled sleep by a clap of thunder and the persistent sound of a tree limb tapping out Morse code on the window nearest the Bradfords' bed. The wind outside was howling like a wounded banshee, and from the racket of the rain on the window and Bradford House's rotted timbers, that screaming gale was sending those hapless droplets in a horizontal trajectory through the rumbling sky smack into Bradford House. The force of it was tremendous, the clatter deafening. . Between the wailing of the wind, the incessant pounding of the rain, and the mysterious message of the tree limb, it seemed as if all of them were competing for the attention of Bradford House...or perhaps of Cheryl and I. In any event, the storm had definitely returned...with a vengeance.

I looked over at my Cheryl to find her already awake. Though her eyes were glowing as they met mine, it was light reflected from the crackling fire, not the green glow of ghostly lust. Those lovely blue eyes had the look of love in them, and she smiled a smile that melted my heart and took away my breath more than any sex act could ever come close to doing. Just seeing her lying there naked and beautiful, warm to the touch, and looking at me that way made me realize how lucky I was, and am. I returned her smile, feeling every bit of the love for her that she felt for me.

Through those smiling lips she spoke a simple, "Wow."

"Wow, yourself," I returned, chuckling softly and rubbing her cheek with my finger.

"How long have we been out?" she continued, barely heard above the din outside.

"Not a clue, hon. I'd have to get nearer the fire to read my watch, but I'd guess a couple of hours at least. I just feel so rested."

Instantly she reached up and encircled my neck with her arms. "You just forget about reading your watch, my studly ghost hunter. You're not going anywhere. You're staying right here in my arms."

We both chuckled, and the light laughter led to a soft kiss, gentle and lingering. There was no lust in it, just intense love and deep affection. After that kiss, we just gazed into each other's eyes. She ran her fingers through my hair and I again stroked her cheek. We continued to gaze, looking deep into each other's eyes, peering behind them to the souls beneath. Then, having found in each other all that we needed to find, we closed our eyes and kissed for a while, lying entwined in warm embrace, kissing, touching, becoming one.

Several bolts of electric fury jagged through the stormy sky and came to earth very near to the house, waking us from our loving trance. We smiled at each other, the crackling fire reflected both in Cheryl's eyes and mine. With a final kiss we pulled free of each other, reluctantly. We lay on our backs for a few minutes, looking up at the cracked ceiling of the Bradfords' master bedroom, the cracks seeming to dance and play in the erratic firelight.

Finally, I sat up, stretching out a few kinks in my muscles. Apparently, I thought, we had indeed been sleeping for quite some time. My bet was that we'd passed out and remained in that same position for the entire time we slept, as it certainly seemed so from the stiffness in my arms and legs. Looking over at Cheryl I saw her rubbing and stretching as well. Now my curiosity was piqued...I had to know how long we'd slept.

As I hopped off the bed and started toward the fireplace, I had it in the back of my mind to not only check the time, but to also stir up the fire, maybe add some more wood to it. However, one quick look assured me that the fire was just fine....still blazing warm and strong. Checking my watch, I was astonished to find that we'd been in this old room for over five hours! How much of that time had been sleep, and how much had been passion, was anyone's guess. Regardless, the fire that I'd put together with food wrappings and small pieces of rotten wood had blazed, undiminished in the slightest, for several hours. It crackled, hissed and popped as if I had just gotten it going. As I scratched my head in awe I thought I might be hallucinating again, for there came from above the fireplace a low, faint chuckle. I shook my head and told myself I was being an idiot, and turned to go back to Cheryl, still sprawled on the bed watching the ceiling cracks dance and play.

With each step back to the bed I was assured that our lovemaking had been quite long in duration, because I was already beginning to feel a slight ache in my groin. The extreme nature of our unbridled sex was such that I must've thrust and heaved with more force than I ever had before, and consequently used a muscle or two more strenuously than they were used to. I would surely be feeling "the burn" in my groin the next day - a burn, I might add, I hadn't felt since a six hour sex marathon with a nymphomaniac named Laura when I had just graduated college. The memory made me wince.....but smile at the same time...for while she was no nymphomaniac, Cheryl can please me like no other woman I've ever known....and sex with her was worth any amount of pain in my overworked groin. 

Putting aside my knowledge that I'd be walking like a little old man the following morning, I strutted back to Cheryl like a rooster in a henhouse. Not only had I created a seemingly eternal flame in a musty old fireplace, but I'd apparently done the same for Cheryl. Her sexual hunger in the last few hours was nothing short of sumptuous...and I had the definite feeling that neither one of us was through just yet. Maybe we'd both be walking a bit slower in the morning. The thought both pleased and amused me.

As I approached the bedside I took a quick glance at the now familiar portrait. The Bradfords had again adopted their lecherous grins, and I doubted the glimmer in their eyes was from the fire below them. And was that desire smoldering behind those glimmering eyes? Shaking my head yet again at my own bizarre musings, I turned back to Cheryl and the huge bed we were both becoming so fond of.

My lady love was sitting yoga style on that bed, holding the bag in one hand. She had already opened it, and was holding up one of it's "toys" with her other hand, a curious smile on her luscious lips. I felt a slight twinge of embarrassment and told her it was just an idea....from something she'd mentioned years ago. Then, overcoming my misplaced embarrassment, I said, "Hey, wait a minute....you're not supposed to be looking in there anyway."

"Well, lover," she said with a wry smile, "I thought we might be through for the day, and I was just putting the other things back in the bag, innocent as you please..when, lo and behold, what do I find? This little gem." Inspecting the item with hidden glee, she added, "Well, I suppose I should be flattered. It would appear you do listen to me, after all."

Then that sweet lady looked back at me with a truly nasty grin that was so dirty I swear I saw her teeth twinkling in the flickering light.

"Well," she said, holding the object toward me and licking her lips, "are you gonna use it or what? Or are we maybe gonna pack up and go home? Hmmmm?" She raised her eyebrows in a kind of mock innocence, but at the same time opened her mouth and licked her teeth and lips with tantalizing slowness. I felt a stirring in my loins. She flicked the tiny switch, and as the vibrator hummed she waved it slowly back and forth, like a pendulum, in front of her leering face.

I was mesmerized as I watched Cheryl play with her new toy. She flipped it on and off playfully a few times, and then leaned back on the bed, bracing herself with her other arm. Heaving her ample chest forward, she slowly circled her firming nipples with the vibrating plastic tip. Even in the dim light I could see tiny bumps popping up on her large, pink aureolas as her delicious nipples screamed outward toward me. I leaned against the side of the bed, using the mattress as a kind of brace for my swelling manhood, as I watched with growing interest as she buzzed her nipples hard and delectable.

"Well," she cooed in that voice of hers that oozes sex, "am I gonna do this alone or are you gonna come down here and lend me a hand?"

I crawled up onto the bed, my eyes never leaving her breast play. But I had my own ideas.

"Mmm....oh, you bet I'm gonna help. But, my bondage game earlier got interrupted when a certain lady demanded to be untied and ridden like a rodeo horse. So, I'm going to tie you up again and use this toy to tease you....drive you crazy...and, if you're a good girl......please you. So, now, you just lie back and let your man show you how this toy should be used."

Watching her smile wickedly again, I took the vibrator from her. The two unused strips of cloth were still lying on the bedspread, so I used them to tie her legs as I had her arms earlier...one to the footboard post, and one to the headboard post....legs wide and vulnerable....just the way I wanted them.

While she playfully tested the strength of her leg bonds, I took the vibrator away from her. She smiled up at me, giggling like a little girl. It seemed my lady knew she was going to enjoy this. Since the two strips I'd used to tie her hands earlier had been chewed through in our haste to engage in fornication, they were no longer long enough to tie her to the posts again, so I used one to tie her hands together and the other to tie her bound hands to the bed frame. It was quite a stretch for her, so I lifted her off the bed and hoisted her upward to relieve tension on her arms. This also worked nicely to loosen a bit of slack in her leg bonds, thereby giving her little leeway to resist anything I did between her legs...as if she'd want to anyway. She was once again my willing toy.

I eyed my bound, naked prize briefly before delving into the contents of the bag once more. In her fascination with the vibrator, Cheryl had entirely overlooked the final object in the bag...or maybe it was difficult for her to see it in the playful firelight. How ironic - she was unable to see the object that would be used to deprive her of her sense of sight.

I once again straddled my captive love, sitting lightly on her belly and dangling the small black blindfold over her curious face. She looked at me with a bemused look, her eyes sparkling nonetheless. No matter how hard she tried, Cheryl could never conceal excitement for long when she felt it.

"And why do we need that?" she asked, cocking her head to one side and eyeing me suspiciously. 

"For suspense, my dear," I countered, "You won't know what I'm going to do or when. It'll be surprise after surprise for you. Besides, it's supposed to heighten your other senses when you can't see. Hopefully, it'll make all your sensations more pronounced. Hence, anything erotic becomes that much more erotic...at least I hope so."

"Ooooh," she cooed, "well, then, by all means proceed, my handsome captor."

I leaned down and kissed her gently on the tip of her nose, then on the lips. As I reached behind her neck and lifted her head, I chuckled an evil "heh heh heh" in her ear which made her giggle. I then completed my captive's bondage by tying the blindfold securely around her head, making sure it completely covered her eyes. As I sat back and inspected my handiwork, the house shuddered from a strong gust of wind, and a warm breeze seemed to kick about the room, coming from the direction of the fireplace. That tiny, ambling breeze crawled across the room, working it's way from Cheryl's feet up both her legs and mine, then up my back to my neck, where the hairs on it stood up even though the breeze was warm. Cheryl felt it, too, and she sighed, "Wow,lover, how'd you do that? That made me tingle all over."

"I didn't," I replied, then added wickedly, "maybe the Bradfords did it. Maybe they just came over to watch us more closely. Or, better yet, maybe they want to join in."

She laughed and said, "Oh, baby, you really are getting into this haunted house stuff, aren't you?"

I didn't reply. It was time to play. The only reply I gave her was my gently stroking fingers exploring every inch of her body, joined by my lips and tongue. I fondled, kissed and licked wherever I pleased. As her neck has always been an erogenous zone for her, I deliberately spent a generous amount of time nuzzling and kissing it, my warm breath bringing a string of sighs from her. While I enjoyed that warm, soft neck, my hands busied themselves elsewhere, on her heaving chest.

After adequate time spent on her neck, I moved upward to suck gently on her earlobes and lick all around both ears, also a mild erogenous zone for my lovely lady. I caught her by surprise when I lightly pinched her nipples during my enjoyment of her ears and neck. Squeezing her nipples as I licked lightly around the opening of her ears brought a low moan from her, and she squirmed ever so slightly.

"You're right, hon...my senses are more acute. Your mouth feels awesome on my neck and ears. I can't wait to feel it all over my body." She followed that confession with a soft sigh, turning her head to one side to offer me her neck again. I was only too happy to explore it for her for as long as she enjoyed it.

At length, I slowly began to kiss and lick downward. I cupped her breasts firmly in my hands and first licked them teasingly, opening my mouth and sliding my teeth gently along the flesh as if to bite, but not doing so. I then licked in circles around first one, then the other, nipple. As I did, it seemed each nipple wanted to jump into my mouth, and Cheryl even lifted herself off the bed to try to push them in. Again, only too happy to comply, I sucked those luscious nipples, each in its turn, while my hands squeezed and fondled the warm flesh around them.

When I began flicking my tongue at the very tip of her nipples, I looked up to see Cheryl biting her lower lip. She moaned slightly and was again lifting herself off the bed. I alternated between rapidly licking the tip of her nipples and sucking on them hard. I even bit down gently on those taut nipples while I sucked to see what effect it would have. Cheryl squirmed and strained at both her arm and leg bonds. Down at her feet, her toes were curling and flexing as her legs pulled at the - so far - unyielding strips of cloth. At her other end, her mouth was wide open in its moaning and her tongue flicked about as if searching for something.

After devouring her breasts for quite some time - and making a mental schedule of when I would return to them - I slowly licked my way down toward her belly, lapping up tiny droplets of sweat as I went. The formation of sweat droplets on her body was so frequent that I could actually watch them form as I licked my way ever downward. My hands were reluctant to leave her breasts, so they kept themselves happy playing with her nipples as my mouth marched southward.

I licked her slowly and sensually, persistent yet patient, gently sucking her flesh as I progressed. My hands never stopped enjoying her hard-nippled breasts until my mouth had reached its furry prize. Their priority was now changed. They were needed to fully open and explore my lady's deepest treasures.

I once again orally entered her moist, pink sex and sucked at it with hungry lips. The taste of my own juices was on her still, but this didn't stop my probing tongue and fingers, which left no fold untouched or unattended to. I slowly worked her up to a state of moaning and squirming, which was exactly where I wanted her at that time.

At the point where she began again to strain at her bonds, I reached for the vibrator. I briefly fumbled for the switch because I didn't want to stop licking between Cheryl's legs for any appreciable length of time. I wanted to have a smooth transition, nonstop continuation of erotic sensations for her.

Finding the switch, I flipped it on and the vibrator hummed to life. Cheryl sighed and squirmed in anticipation. I deliberately hesitated using it...enjoying the tease of it, but kept my tongue busy all the same. When I briefly licked at her protruding love button, she jumped and gasped, expecting it to be the vibrator. She was too aroused by this point to be able to giggle at her mistake. Besides, her teeth were chewing her lip so fiercely that giggling was totally out of the question anyway.

While I licked her I ran the vibrator all around her mound, touching it lightly on her skin, running it up and down alongside her soft lips. I played with it gently in her short carpet, and circled it dangerously near her clit. With my tongue deep inside her, I placed the vibrating tip behind her pussy, between it and her anus. She was straining mightily at her bonds now. But, I realized she was nearing orgasm and I wanted to prolong this, so I slowly eased off on my oral ministrations and then backed off entirely. Cheryl's squirming subsided a bit, and she expressed her disappointment quite clearly.

"Ohhhh...nooooo.....don't stop. Ohmygod....keep going. Just a little longer."

I sat up and leaned forward to kiss that pouting mouth. "Who's the captive here? You don't give the orders, I do. I'm not done playing with you just yet." Then I softened a bit and assured her, "Don't worry...I'll give you release soon enough. I want to stimulate and tease you to the point where you have the most satisfying orgasm you've ever had." I added slyly, "After all, we owe it to the Bradfords, don't we...for all their kind hospitality?" Cheryl's only answer was a long, low moan.

I stroked every sweating inch of her with the vibrator, which I switched from low power to medium. I played with her body with my hands, mouth and the ever buzzing vibrator. While kissing her mouth passionately, I would gently slide the vibrator up and down between her legs, lightly brushing the lips and working the tip ever so slightly into the soft folds between them. I played in her sex with deft fingers while teasing one nipple with the vibrator and the other with my tongue. I knelt above her head facing her legs and leaned forward, using the vibrator on her belly and groin while holding my erect and throbbing love muscle in my other hand and rubbing it all over Cheryl's face. Pulling back a bit, I played the vibrator on her breasts while I let her kiss and lick at my penis and testicles. It was killing her that she couldn't see my genitals as she savored them, but she later admitted that the restricting of her sight did indeed heighten her other senses and made her tasting of my pulsating cock that much more sensual and thrilling. And the fact that I was totally in control was an added turn on for her...information I stored away for future reference.

At one point while she tasted me, I lifted myself up and pointed my erection directly downward toward her open mouth. When she took the head into her mouth, I thrust my hips downward a few inches, pushing my organ into her inviting mouth. She sucked it eagerly. After a few minutes I slowly began to slip it in and out of her mouth, up and down, as if fucking her mouth, but much more slowly. While doing this, I laid lightly on top of her and returned to licking her sweet sex....and teasing it with the vibrator. Keeping my hips moving up and down, I continued my slow thrusting into her mouth as I licked at her clit and lightly massaged her inner thighs with the vibrator. She was rapidly approaching climax again, and so was I. I didn't have the heart to deny her again, so I decided it was time to satisfy my woman...and most certainly myself in the bargain.

I teased her now dripping sex mercilessly with mouth and vibrator, trying to avoid that delightful nub at first. Cheryl moaned and sighed around my pumping manhood, and I looked back to see her straining to break the bonds confining her hands. If I knew Cheryl, she wanted to grab my ass tightly while she gobbled me raw. 

My cock felt so good in Cheryl's mouth that I instinctively started to pump harder and faster. All she could do was lay there and feel my swollen tool sliding up and down into her mouth, not even able to see it's pumping beauty. I couldn't see much either, except her moist pink petals, as my face was buried deep in Cheryl's dripping pussy. I knew it was time to give us both release, so I licked and sucked hungrily at her gleaming sex, beginning to concentrate my attentions around her clit. She squirmed and I knew orgasm was imminent.




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When I nibbled around her nub, her thighs began to shudder and both her thigh and calf muscles seemed to lose control, her legs all but going into spasm. The final straw was when I flicked the vibrator switch to high and thrust it deep inside my love's steaming cavern. At the exact instant I did so, I took her clit firmly between my lips and sucked hard on it, nipping gently with my teeth. I thrust penis and vibrator in and out of both ends of my lady with carnal urgency as I sucked and even lightly chewed on her extremely sensitive button.

Every inch of Cheryl's body was moving. She bucked and squirmed and heaved as best she could with arms and legs tied. She was almost screaming around my organ as it finally let go and filled her mouth once more with it's salty-sweet load. As spurt after spurt of semen pulsed against the back of her throat, her own release came. The force of her orgasm was such that she bit my swollen member about midway down my shaft. But I hardly felt it as I was enjoying her gushing climax....as well as my own.

I pushed the vibrator all the way inside her and sucked her pussy like a madman as she came in what seemed like buckets. Her thigh muscles tightened so much I could actually see the individual muscles in both of those gorgeous legs. I held her buttocks firmly with both my hands as she came, letting the vibrator fend for itself inside her, and feasted on her juices even as she feasted on mine. I lapped and sucked as she came, and felt her doing the same. It was heaven....tasting her juices at one end, delivering mine at the other. Another scream passed from Cheryl's lips, despite her mouth still being fully occupied. I grunted as I continued to buck and thrust myself into her ravenous mouth. Despite all this, I couldn't help but smile at what happened next. While I lapped her succulent quim with single-minded intent and unsurpassed pleasure, the orgasmic contractions of Cheryl's vaginal muscles were so strong that she forcefully expelled the humming vibrator, and it shot a full foot out of her and rolled to a wet stop on the rapidly puddling blanket.

The storm outside raged again. Somewhere on the lower floor a shutter was banging, accompanied by the tinkle of breaking glass and old timbers groaning in the unrelenting wind. As before, the thunder and lightning seemed to mimic our screams of passion and the thunderous beating of our hearts. The creaking of old wood intensified with each orgasmic spurt of our straining sex organs. The tapping tree branch took on the steady beat of an enormous heart. The wind whistled through cracks, sounding like sighs and moans. The fire roared, bathing the entire room in heat. All of Bradford House was sighing, moaning with pleasure. It had been a long time since sexual release had occurred within these ancient walls...and the house seemed to be enjoying it immensely.

And above the fireplace, the Bradfords' usually twinkling eyes were shut, satisfied smiles again on their lips.

If anything, our orgasms lasted even longer than when I'd ridden Cheryl earlier. We bucked and heaved until we were sore and thoroughly exhausted. I firmly believe that had her orgasm been any more intense, Cheryl would've snapped either her bonds themselves or the old wood they were attached to. I couldn't help but feel that the Bradfords would not have approved of the latter.

I let my love calm down a bit before removing the blindfold. As utterly spent as she was, she seemed in no hurry to even think about it. When I had gotten the blindfold off, she looked up at me with those sexy eyes and had on her face the most satisfied smile I'd ever seen on her lush lips. I kissed those lips tenderly and felt good inside that I could please her so much, so completely. Looking into those eyes and kissing those lips, I almost forgot myself...for my love was still tied to the Bradfords' bed. 

Again, Cheryl seemed too sated to worry about it, but I untied her anyway. Before laying next to her to enjoy her warmth and softness again, I noted the wet stains on the blanket. Our blanket was nearly soaked through with love fluids, more than I'd ever seen before. But, with my heart still pounding, I realized that the stains from before were gone...not even dried or discolored remnants, but completely gone, as if they'd never been there at all. And then, as I watched, the current sticky additions disappeared too, right before my eyes, as if being soaked up into the very atmosphere of Bradford House. At the time, I didn't tell Cheryl about this. I was sure it had to do with the warmth of both our bodies and the heat from the fire. Yes, that had to be it.

Once again, as we basked in the comfort of each other, enjoying our sexual afterglow, the storm outside lost its potency, calming to a simple pattering drizzle and distant rumbling. It was amazing how the storm had mimicked and paralleled our own internal sexual storms...reaching its crescendos as we reached climax, and then subsiding as we ourselves returned to normal. A most delightful coincidence, I think. Wonderful atmosphere, and a plus that would make this day even more memorable as we looked back on it in the future. It was as if even nature wanted us to enjoy our sexual interlude as much as possible and did its best to help in every way it could.

Sadly, we felt it was time to leave Bradford House. It had been a long, if miraculous, day. And as we lay on that old bed, on our mysteriously stain free blanket, we again touched each other and watched the ceiling cracks cavort in the firelight. We had touched more than bodies....we had merged souls. We were tired and sore, and knew that we'd be even more sore the next day. I looked at Cheryl and she at me. We sighed, smiled, kissed, caressed each other. We knew we would love each other forever and nothing on Earth could ever shake that love.

"I have to admit," Cheryl said finally, "this was a wonderful idea."

"Yeah," I agreed, "it sure did turn out fantastic. God, this was great, wasn't it?"

"I'll say. We've never made love that long before. I'm not saying you're usually a slouch, hon, but you were amazing today!"

"As were you, my wanton harlot. So, was I right about this place, or what?"

"Okay, okay, so you were right for once...no need to rub it in. Um....sweetie....are you as hungry as I am? I could eat a rhinoceros.....raw!"

"Hah!" I laughed, "didn't you eat enough today?"

"Oh, how clever," she smiled, "I mean something filling," she teased.

"Actually, I am starving," I returned, ignoring the barb, "what do you say we find a nice restaurant on the way home? Someplace nice and romantic, how's that?"

"Mmmm....that works fine for me. Let's get dressed quick and get going."

"Sure...if we can even find some of our clothing that got tossed around Bradford House." I gave Cheryl a sly look and added, "As you know, someone ruined my clothes and probably lost some of them, too."

"Oh, okay....I got carried away. I didn't hear you complaining at the time."

"Would it have done any good?"

She smiled and shook her head. "Nope....not in the least."

We laughed and embraced. We kissed affectionately. Slowly, we sat up and stretched again. As we sat at the edge of the bed, legs dangling, preparing our weary bodies to leave, taking with us only what we arrived with and some very fond memories, we felt another gust of air from the direction of the fireplace. This time, however, it was a chilly blast, and it caused every hair on my body to stand at full attention. It hit us with enough force to push us back, holding us both momentarily on the edge of the bed, leaning backward from the shock of it, and shivering. Looking first at each other, confused, we then looked toward the fireplace, which I at first suspected had gone out, allowing blustery thunderstorm air to rush down the chimney and flow briskly across the room at us. But the flames lapped happily upward, as bright and warm as ever. Once again on this memorable day, Cheryl and I were utterly befuddled.

Then the moaning began....moaning we'd heard before, and it wasn't coming from either of us. Directed by our ears toward the source of the sound, our eyes moved upward in unison. Inside their framed home, the Bradfords' eyes were glowing bright, rich and deep. Their images in the portrait became hazy, flowing like liquid, details blurring. And even though we never took our eyes off that painting, suddenly the Bradfords stood on the floor, just in front of the fire. They didn't glide down from the portrait in ghostly wisps or clouds...they were just all of a sudden standing there. Their forms were ghostly at first, but slowly coalesced....solidified as we watched. 

Their turn of the century clothing looked like it had in the painting....crisp and new. But, that really didn't matter, as the Bradfords were wasting no time in removing them, piece by piece, every bit as quickly as Cheryl had removed mine from my tingling body several hours ago. And the entire time they disrobed, their glowing eyes were locked on Cheryl and I....leering. As I reached for Cheryl's hand, feeling its coldness, I realized I was right before when I was kidding with her. The Bradfords did indeed wish to join us in our passion.

The chill air aside, Cheryl and I were frozen in place, watching the Bradfords shed their clothing - as well as their inhibitions, if they even had any. It was only when we heard them speak that we were released from our trance and found the will to move.

"Please, do stay, won't you?" Mr.Bradford said, "you've given us such pleasure. Surely, you'll stay a bit longer?" His voice, extremely deep and masculine, sounded distant, but hung in the air like an echo.

"Yes, please do," sighed Mrs. Bradford, already almost completely disrobed, "after all, your passion has made it possible for us to do what we haven't done in decades." She looked quickly over to Mr.Bradford, smiling slyly, "You're welcome to join us, of course," she said to us, still looking at her husband and grinning.

Nearly completely naked, the Bradfords embraced and kissed with a passion that rivaled our own not too long ago. Their mouths fused and their hands openly explored each others bodies, each completing for the other the removal of their last bits of clothing. It was at this time that Cheryl and I decided to make our escape.

While our spectral hosts engaged in open physical exploration of each other, I leaped off the bed, squeezing Cheryl's hand and dragging her with me. We didn't bother gathering up the blanket, basket, cooler or anything we didn't absolutely need. All we bothered to scramble for was our clothing, tattered or not. 

While I was slipping on my jeans (not bothering with shorts or socks), the flashlight rolled into my foot from wherever it had been hiding in the darkness. I hopped on one foot as I pulled on one sneaker and searched for the other. Cheryl was a blur of motion, finding her tube top and shorts easily, and fluidly slipping them onto her body without wasting a single movement...and in record time. She also didn't bother with undies.

Clothed enough not to get arrested, I scooped up the flashlight and we bolted for the doorway of the master bedroom. I briefly considered trying to put out the fire for fear that it might ignite the old house, but one speedy glance toward it showed me that the once blazing fire was now just so much smoking ash. The room darkened, and I flicked the flashlight's comforting switch, but it refused to cooperate. Several convincing smacks of the stubborn object on my palm assured it that I meant business and it blinked reluctantly to life.

Cheryl and I scurried and stumbled as far as the doorless threshold, at which point Cheryl inexplicably stopped in her tracks, nearly yanking my arm from its socket. I spun around, prepared to do battle, thinking the horny Bradfords had captured her and were already beginning to have their way with her. Instead, I saw Cheryl standing in the doorway, staring intently into the room. 

"Um....dear," I said, rubbing a suddenly sore shoulder, "why are we stopping? Don't you remember those ghosties wanna make us their sex playmates?"

"Shhhh...," she hissed, "look at them. They're not even coming after us. They're so involved in each other that I don't even think they remember us anymore."

I followed her gaze to the naked spectral couple, and saw she was right. They were kissing and fondling each other with a sensual tenderness neither of us had seen the likes of in a long, long time. It reminded me of Cheryl and I on certain cold winter nights when we'd act almost exactly like that as a prelude to sex on our comfy sofa...the tenderness and warmth of mutual exploration. And then it hit me. It's true what they say....true love never does die. And clearly, the Bradfords loved each other deeply.

As we watched, the chill in the room disappeared, replaced by rich warmth as the fire once again roared to life in the fireplace, bathing the two naked lovers in flickering orange light. In that warm light, something slowly became vividly clear...Mr.Bradford's penis, probably not used in almost a century, was rising to the occasion. As we watched that proud member swell and stand tall, once again the storm returned, the low growl of distant thunder increasing quickly and proportionately to the height and vibrancy of Mr.Bradford's throbbing erection. When that ghostly rod had reached its full, impressive girth and length, lightning and thunder flashed and crashed around us once more. 

Mr.Bradford slowly pushed his wife back to the bed, and they both glided gracefully down onto it. She lay on her back and raised her arms to hold him close in an otherworldly embrace. She also raised her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He climbed on the bed and reached for her breasts and fondled them gently. In the last moment before he entered her, he glanced over at our blanket and looked at the very spot where I'd watched the love stains that Cheryl and I had made on it disappear before my very eyes. He took one hand off his wife's pink nipple and reached over and rubbed the spot, almost gratefully. He then turned his head and looked back over his shoulder to the doorway...at Cheryl and I. He smiled and nodded at us, and though neither of us saw his lips move, we both heard a whispered, but very clear, "Thank you."

"Cheryl," I said, "I think we should give them their privacy."

She turned and looked up at me, a tear just beginning to form at the corner of one eye. "I guess you're right," she said, wiping the tear before it could flow down her cheek, "though I can't say those two are very much worried about privacy. They certainly don't look shy to me."

"You're right...but let's let them get reacquainted anyway. How about that dinner now?"

A loud boom shook the entire house and bright light sneaked through every crack and grimy window of the house......and we both knew that Mr.Bradford had penetrated his love and the two were locked in long overdue passion. We also knew that the raging storm would undoubtedly be hanging around Bradford House for a very long time.

Cheryl and I looked at each other. Somehow we both knew that it was our lovemaking that had brought our two ethereal hosts together again after so many decades. That made us feel good. We turned, still holding hands, and made our way down the hallway to the stairs. By the time we reached the stairs, we had our arms around each other's waist, and held each other close as we descended.

When I turned the knob on the old front door and started to open it, instead of a creak of rusted hinges the door seemed to sigh. And just before we stepped through it into the raging maelstrom, the entire house again moaned, a moan of sublime pleasure and supreme satisfaction. Its owners, now one with it, were home....and enjoying sexual pleasures again within its walls. Even the house was having an orgasm now.

Drenched by the time we reached the car, Cheryl and I sloshed our dripping selves onto the old Buick's seats. We sat for a minute or two, the storm continuing its tantrum around us, and tried to sort out the days events. I briefly rubbed my aching groin. Then, when the howling wind began sending dismembered tree limbs crashing into the hood and windshield of my car, I felt it was time to leave.

The sky was nearly black and I had to put the headlights on, even though it was only just nearing seven o'clock. As I backed the car up, I could see through the rear window that the door of old Bradford house was again closing itself.....against the push of the wind. I put the car into forward and we drove away from our haunted trysting place, a mixture of emotions rolling around inside both of us. 

The pelting rain had put ruts and muddy holes in the dirt road and driving along the overgrown driveway to the gate was quite a bit slower than was our entrance. The huge, rusted gate was still open, hardly moving as we drove up to, and then through, it. Once we were beyond it, however, the gate swung shut, both halves coming together with a clanging finality. Somewhere in the back of our minds we both heard a soft sigh that spoke the words, "Come again....you're always welcome here." I know Cheryl heard it too, though we've never actually spoken of it, because at the exact instant I heard it I looked at her and she looked knowingly back at me.

Cheryl and I both felt wistful as we drove away. We looked back at the shrinking house as it was gobbled up by distance, I through my rearview mirror, and Cheryl through the back window. We were sad to leave. Everything, every emotion and action, had been so intense and magnified in that house....and it was no wonder considering it's former occupants and their intensely sensual ways. As Bradford House slipped out of sight completely, only the storm remained, lashing the area with unrelenting fury. We both laughed at the same time, probably with the same thought. The Bradfords had been celibate for decades and had lots of catching up to do....which meant this was going to be one hell of a storm. It was quite a while before we managed to leave that storm in the distance.

As I drove us first to a restaurant and then home, we sat mostly in silence, feeling each other more than speaking....and we held hands the entire way. We left Bradford House behind us, but the memories of that day are more vivid than any other memories either of us have of anything else in our lives, or have had since. Even memories of our most important occasions and events pale by comparison.

That day was almost a year ago. I've missed that old house immensely, and so has Cheryl. We've spoken about that day, and that house and its spectral owners, many times. We've even toyed with the idea of returning. We both long to experience that passion again. That's not to say that our sex life is bland by any means....but there was something about all of it that has stayed with us. It's almost as if we're a part of that house now, and it's a part of us. Bradford House actually tugs at us, trying to pull us back to it's erotic embrace.

Hmmm...come to think of it...I'm going to see if Cheryl would like to revisit the Bradfords. After all, it would be impolite to refuse an invitation, wouldn't it? Not to mention the fact that in our haste to leave the Bradfords to their own erotic devices, I seem to have left my goodie bag there with them. Even though every item in it could easily be replaced, they now have sentimental value, and I'd like to have each and every one of them back in my possession. And the final reason for going back is just this....I've seen the look in Cheryl's eyes when she talks about that house, and I know she'd go back in a heartbeat. 

Yes, I think it's time to convince my lady - though she'll need very little convincing, I'm sure - that it's time we go back....maybe celebrate the anniversary of that unbelievable day. Yes, that's it then....we'll go back. And this time, who knows, maybe we'll become even more intimate with the attractive owners. I think I'll speak to Cheryl about it tonight. Wish us luck, though I'm sure we won't need it. I wonder if the Bradfords will be waiting for us.




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Ahh, here comes my lady love now. But, what's this? Seems she's beaten me to the punch.

"Sexy," she says, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me seductively, "Friday will be the anniversary of our little sojourn to Bradford House. I was thinking....you know what we should do to celebrate that anniversary?" 

A twinkle came into her eyes...eyes that were definitely beginning to change color.



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allow me to lift the tube top over her arms and head. And what a sight that was to behold. Free at last, her lush, full breasts bounced before my admiring eyes, her taut, erect nipples begging for immediate attention.

Cheryl, however, was quicker than I. She had similar designs on my own nipples, and having torn open my now buttonless shirt all the way to my waist, she attacked them with a lustful hunger I'd never seen in her before. In seconds she sucked and nibbled them to full attention. Her tongue licked all around them and then she sucked

them hard. I wanted her breasts so bad that I reached down and fondled them while she sucked my nipples.

I couldn't hold those succulent orbs captive for long, however, because Cheryl was on the move. She kissed and licked my chest, and then her hungry mouth worked its way down to my abdomen. Her oral advance was arrested by my jeans and, as with my shirt, she had little patience for this. Her eager hands gripped and 

tugged on the clasp above the zipper. Luckily it gave way easily, and her fingers immediately yanked downward on the zipper, the teeth parting smoothly to reveal my briefs beneath. I was still lamenting the escape of her soft

breasts from my grasp, but was nonetheless encouraged by what was transpiring at my waist...and lower.

Having released the clasp of my pants and opened my fly, Cheryl reared back like a striking serpent, grabbed both sides of my jeans at the hips and heaved at them, pulling so hard that my buns rose up off the floor. This time I felt I'd better lend a hand lest my jeans become another casualty of Cheryl's lust. I lifted my hips higher off the floor and helped her slide my jeans down my legs. Upon reaching mid-calf, however, we both realized that yet another obstacle lay in our path....my sneakers. But I learned that sneakers were no obstacle at all to a

determined woman.

Without even bothering to untie the laces, Cheryl managed to rip my sneakers off of me with surprisingly little effort...at least so it appeared. In a blur of motion she tore first one sneaker, then its mate, off my feet. Where

they sailed into the gloom I wouldn't know for several long, exhausting hours. Just for the sake of completeness, I suppose, she likewise yanked off my socks and flung them into the void. 

Lying there in just my briefs, and a mangled, once-favorite shirt, I lost my breath when Cheryl pounced on me, the weight of her knocking all the air briefly from my lungs. Her lips were already seeking my nipples again, and didn't take long to find them. Again she kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled her way down my chest and abdomen, stopping briefly at my navel, which her tongue probed and tickled. As her mouth worked on my exposed belly, her hands sought more intimate treasure. Still kissing my navel, she grabbed the waistband of my briefs. The removal of said briefs was extremely quick work for her. She again reared back and tugged hard. Before I could lift myself off the floor to help, she had yanked my briefs all the way down to my knees. Another tug, and a howl of success, and she was twirling my briefs around in the air above her head. They then followed my other garments into the inky blackness of the Bradford House master bedroom. While she gloated over her defeat of my clothing, I scrabbled out of the tattered remains of my shirt on my own, leaving nothing else for her to conquer...except my body....and I relished that battle to come.

Now her prize lay naked and tempting before her. She had unwrapped her personal gift. Beginning at my swollen manhood, her eyes slowly crept upwards to mine. She locked her eyes onto mine and just stared at me at first. Then, my lovely, adorable Cheryl....the love of my life.....actually leered at me. It was such a base, lascivious look, that my already engorged member throbbed and pulsed with even more vigor....which did not go unnoticed by my lady love. Her lecherous smile broadened.

Downward struck the cobra! Cheryl's head arced downward and she once again kissed my belly. As she did so, her hands flew upward and playful fingers grabbed my nipples, pinching them, squeezing them, tweaking them, fondling them as her mouth worked its way down to its prize.

Slowly, oh so slowly, her light fingers traced a path from my nipples down to my hips, up and down, barely touching my flesh, her tongue simultaneously flicking at my belly and moving steadily toward my groin. When her lips came finally to the swollen head of my pulsing manhood, she kissed it gently. Her hands now left my sides and glided slowly down to join her lips at my penis, ending their trek at the edge of my pubic carpet. Her fingers teased lightly in my fur as her lips did likewise along the length of my shaft, from head to base and

back again. She kissed lightly along that throbbing pathway, her hot breath adding a sensual tingle to that already provided by her lips.

With a sigh, she then opened her mouth and slipped out her tongue. Starting at the base, she licked slowly up to the head, repeating the process as if licking an ice cream cone. I was reeling from this, and my fingers had

begun to run through her hair, ready to grasp her head and keep it there lest it try to escape..though escape was the furthest thing from Cheryl's mind.

On about the ninth or tenth circuit, when Cheryl's tongue again reached my slitted helmet, I looked down to see her staring up directly into my eyes. She licked slowly around the base of the head, her eyes never leaving mine. One of her hands snuck slyly between my legs and down under my sack. Still her eyes fixed on mine.

At first I felt a gentle stroking at the back of my testicles, and then a slight squeezing as she cupped them in her hand. Still she licked around the head and held my eyes with hers. Her other hand grasped my shaft and held it firmly. She pulled the head downward now, aiming it directly at her full, luscious lips. She put her lips around the head, but not taking it into her mouth completely, and let her tongue just barely lick the tip of it. She licked for only a second or two. Then she grinned a truly wicked grin and said in a tone full of promise, 

"Now I'm going to teach you a lesson. I'm going to show you what I do to naughty men who take me to haunted houses to have their way with me. Mean men who won't tell me what they have in their goody bag. Men who tease and torment me for their own pleasure. I'm going to suck your brains out through your cock."

With that, Cheryl bent her head down, opened her mouth wide, and took me inside....and as she still looked directly into my eyes, I could swear her eyes changed from their usual lovely blue to a boiling, misty, sea green

color that began to glow in the dim, dancing candlelight.

Since I've known her, Cheryl has never in her life failed to come through on a promise she'd made to me...nor I her. Likewise, her promise of giving me a taste of her oral prowess did not go unfulfilled. As her hot mouth slowly took more and more of me into it, sliding down the length of my throbbing shaft, I noticed

the room had suddenly grown darker. Since the candles still had quite a bit of life left to them, I hazily attributed the growing gloom to the fact that blood was now rushing from one head to the other, leading to a superbly engorged cock, but a woefully depleted brain. I chuckled inwardly at what my sarcastic love could

make of that situation.

A quick glance toward the window, however - grime coated though it might be - assured me that though besotted my brain still functioned properly, and that it had definitely grown darker outside. The bright summer sky was now no longer able to fight its way through the filthy windows, and the flickering candles were entirely on their own in their fight to light up the ancient, gloomy room.

With my lady love sucking the life from me down at my groin, it took a couple of minutes for the distant rumbling outside to register in my brain as an approaching thunderstorm. Cheryl seemed oblivious to it, her green glowing eyes rising and falling in the near darkness as she gave me the hummer of my life. And with

each round trip of her mouth along my primed cannon, the thunder seemed to grumble a bit closer.

Even with my hemoglobin-depleted brain, I couldn't help but make the trite connection between thunderstorm and haunted house. How utterly perfect. If not for the delicious warmth around my penis as Cheryl's head bobbed up and down, I might even have chuckled out loud about it....but I didn't have enough

sustained breath in me to accomplish even that. She was literally sucking the breath out of me. So, the humor of it simply fled my sizzling brain as Cheryl's mouth made one head weak while making the other vibrant and brimming with life.

I lay there with my arms straight out at my sides now, too weak to even lift them to grasp Cheryl's head as she devoured me. I'm sure my face had the stupidest looking grin on it that I'd ever had in my life before that moment. Cheryl had always known how to please me orally, but this time seemed different. Everything she

did to me made me weak, defenseless, my body and soul her personal plaything....completely at her mercy. Her mouth and hands did everything exactly right, making not a single mistake in their goal of bringing every ounce of energy I had directly into my pounding erection. It was as if the only life left in me was in my cock...

which was completely in her hands...and mouth.

Every stroke was the exact perfect firmness or gentleness. Every lick or light nibble occurred at exactly the right moment. She seemed to read my mind as to when I wanted her to lick or suck me, or squeeze my testicles. Amazingly, though she had me completely in her mouth, and was able to take every inch of me

down her throat (which she'd never been quite able to do before), her teeth never once grazed my sensitive shaft, or gave me a second's discomfort.When she intended to, however, her teeth brushed ever so slightly along my flesh,

giving me magnificent sensations of tingling pleasure. It was like a fantasy come true!

I gasped for air as her expert tongue explored every nook and cranny, flicking like a snake's tongue (causing my fevered brain to numbly think of Snake Hill for some odd reason) at shaft, head and testicles while her fingers moved deftly about as well.

Cheryl's head was pistoning madly now, her mouth sucking for all she was worth. At one point during this, she again lifted her head just enough to look into my eyes with those green eyes. Her eyes were actually glowing with lust. Interesting how the yellow light of the candles could make her blue eyes shine green and bright in the darkened room.

Then I saw something that sent mingled chills of fear and excitement along my spine. Even with her mouth full of my throbbing organ, my lust-crazed love's mouth curled into a wicked grin, a grin so salacious that I became, if it was even possible, more turned on than ever. She obviously knew I was on the verge of a momentous orgasm. That lascivious, sex-dripping grin looked familiar, though I'd never seen one quite so hedonistic on Cheryl's lovely face before. And then it hit me. With my cock on the verge of exploding, I turned my head and looked up at the portrait above the fireplace. Even in the distant gloominess, the faces of the Bradfords seemed well lit and even glowing.

There it was...that lustful grin. That's what it was about the portrait that made me feel like the Bradfords were extremely happy together. They both had such sexually charged grins on their faces! And their eyes grinned as much as their mouths did! Even in the darkness, every detail was ridiculously clear...easy to see...almost as though the long dead Bradfords wanted me to see each and every one of them.

I looked back down at my Cheryl, her green eyes glowing lust, her hands squeezing and manipulating my manhood, her grinning mouth devouring every inch of it with glee, her tongue not missing a single taste. Her head bobbed faster, but her eyes never left mine. She squeezed me, stroked me, licked me.....sucked me

with supreme skill.....and my orgasm drew near...very near.

The final straw was when Cheryl licked along the bottom of my cock while she sucked up and down it's length, one hand squeezing my tightened sack while the fingers of the other played lightly behind that sack, blatantly probing the area between my testicles and my anus. I could feel my scrotum tighten and prepare to release its load into my penis. My penis in turn almost seemed to rear back, priming for a thunderous discharge. I could feel it rumbling every bit as powerfully as the storm clouds outside.

Finally, I could take the strain no longer. My fluids rushed forward, straining to be free of my body. In the instant before release, I again turned to the portrait, and Mrs. Bradford seemed to look like Cheryl now,

and I could swear her tongue peeked out ever so slightly and seemed to be licking her curled upper lip. The glow in her eyes was more intense, her look of lust an exact duplicate of what I'd seen on Cheryl's face a second before.

I felt a chill....but not of fear. It was that delicious chill that precedes orgasm. As the chill darted the entire length of my back, I bucked, heaving my back and buttocks off the floor with a loud moan. I felt my juices rushing from testicles to shaft to head and then out

....directly into Cheryl's hungry, still sucking mouth. My bucking didn't phase her in the slightest. Her mouth remained locked on my spraying organ, which it rode like a bucking bronco. One hand continued squeezing my sack, seemingly unhindered by my spastic

movements. The other hand, however, had moved back to my bottom, splayed fingers grasping both cheeks from the middle, steadying me for her ravenous mouth to finish its job. As my bucking weakened, Cheryl moved both hands to my ass, each hand squeezing a cheek, holding my still spilling and sputtering cock in her mouth.

With each burst from my spurting head into Cheryl's throat, a flash and rumble crashed outside. The onset of my intense orgasm had heralded the escalating anger of the storm outside, the only difference being that as my orgasm subsided, the storm intensified. As my lady love squeezed and sucked the last remaining drops from my dribbling helmet, the angry clouds outside seemed ready to unleash their full fury,

which they did almost immediately.

My ejaculations slowly ebbed, leaving only a spastic reminder in my groin and upper thighs. I could only lay there numbly, lungs trying weakly to suck in oxygen. At length I was able to muster enough strength to feebly lift one arm and slap my hand down onto my sweat-drenched forehead. As I did so, my head rolled again to the side and my eyes focused on the portrait. It seemed normal again. Mrs.Bradford's eyes no longer glowed; she no longer licked her lips; the grin was there but not as evident. The Bradfords seemed their usual contented selves in the flickering glow of the candles.

I felt my deflating penis flop weakly against my left thigh as Cheryl finally released it. I looked downward

toward the sensation and once again focused on my woman. She was licking droplets of semen off the corners of her mouth. Her eyes still blazed that eerie sea green, but the glow was slowly waning, and their natural blue color returning. I looked at the burning candles. They still flickered as brightly as before, yet they no longer affected the color or intensity of Cheryl's eyes. A flash of lightning was intense enough to actually make it through the grime on the windows, bathing parts of the room in muted white light for a second. In that brief instant, I couldn't help but notice that Cheryl looked a bit like Mrs.Bradford...not so much in physical appearance, but more in her countenance, her facial expression, and the twinkle in her eyes.

When I was able to speak again, I said, "Cutie, you've been holding out on me. That was your best work ever! Should I be worried? Have you been practicing on someone else?"

"Never," she replied, beaming a warm smile,"you know I'm a one man woman. I guess I'm just getting better at it. Everything just seemed so right just now. And don't you worry, you sexy hunk of meat, you....I've got lots more for you where that came from."

"Uh...okay....just give me about a decade to recover, okay? Besides, is it me, or is it suddenly chilly in here? It can't be that cold outside, just because of the storm."

"Hmm....," she said, "it has gotten kinda cool, huh? Now that we've gotten that little scenario out of our systems, how about you light up that romantic fireplace and I'll put out the candles. I'll put our blanket on the Bradfords' huge bed over there and we can continue. What do you say...hmmm? I've got lots more plans for that wonderful piece of meat of yours before I'm done with it."

Without even waiting for my reply, Cheryl hurriedly extinguished the candles and packed everything back into the basket and cooler. She whisked the blanket off the floor and carried it over to the huge poster bed. Before laying it on the bed, she shook it out, stirring up clouds of dust on the floor that scurried away from her. Another cloud rose from the bed's heavy but tattered bedspread as she smoothed out our blanket over it, this one attacking her nostrils, producing a series of sneezes.

Cheryl had put out the candles so quickly that I didn't even have time to put any wood or kindling into the fireplace, yet she seemed to be having no trouble seeing in the dark as she prepared our play area on the Bradfords' bed. I fumbled for and found the flashlight and used it's beam to find bits of rotting wood for the

fire. I managed to scrounge up a few bits of paper from discarded food wrappings and empty packages, hoping they would do as kindling. You see, it was the one flaw in my preparations...I hadn't brought anything to build a fire with.

Despite my lack of preparedness, I sighed with relief as I managed to get a tiny fire going in the fireplace. It sputtered reluctantly and I knew it had little chance of thriving enough to ignite even the rotted wood. As I stood there staring at my foiled attempt at romantic atmosphere and kicking myself for being so negligent after all my planning and preparing, suddenly there were sparks jumping from the anemic fire and the healthy crackling sounds increased in numbers. Instantly, my makeshift fire caught hold and blazed into vibrant life. One second the fire had coughed and wheezed, nearly dying out, and the next it blazed hot and bright, creating a warm and cozy glow that spread outward, and upward to where the smiling Bradfords seemed to approve.

I stood there staring at those playfully licking flames, mesmerized. I turned to express both disbelief and pride to Cheryl, and saw my lovely lady crouching pantherlike on the bed, eyes blazing once more in the dancing firelight. She was either growling or purring very loudly.

"Good work, lover boy...now come give Cheryl some more lovin'. You owe me some of what I just gave you, so don't dawdle. Come and give to mama." She licked her lips in a way that made my groin a hundred times hotter than any fireplace known to man ever could.

Not only was I instantly horny as hell, but I felt compelled to attack my woman, to do anything and everything I could to ravage her and sate her lust. Her savage pleasure was my single concern, and nothing else on this planet mattered.

The flashlight slipped from my hand and rolled a few feet on the floor before the beam weakened and then winked off completely. I was vaguely aware of the heat of the fireplace on my naked back as I strode trancelike toward Cheryl, unable to resist that sensual, leering mouth and those glowing green eyes. When I reached the bed, she remained motionless but appeared ready to spring at any moment. Our eyes were




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locked and she smiled up at me, still licking her lips, but her purring had become a long, low "Mmmmm....." escaping from those succulent lips.

Suddenly, my state of entrancement lifted and I was overcome by lust. I felt my entire body become inflamed with heat, and there was a churning inside me. I leaned over the edge of the bed, grabbed Cheryl's face in my hands and pulled her forward, lifting her face to mine and clamping my mouth against hers. I kissed her long and hard. We sucked in each others breath for long minutes as our tongues played together

endlessly. Cheryl reached her arms up and around my neck, holding me tightly. I continued to hold her face for a few minutes, then put my arms around her body and squeezed her fiercely against me, me standing at the bedside and she on her knees on the bed. Cheryl hadn't sucked all the life out of my penis, for it reinflated nicely.

Our mouths groped and sucked at each other, and both our mouths and bodies seemed to become one. The storm roiling outside was in full throttle now, lightning flashing brilliantly and frequently around the old house and estate. The thunderclap accompanying each bolt followed almost instantaneously. The lightning without seemed to mirror the white hot heat and electricity crackling inside our bodies, and the booming thunder mimicked the pounding of our lustful hearts, even as the glow in Cheryl's eyes mirrored that in the eyes of the seemingly alive Mrs.Bradford above the blazing fireplace. I've never expecienced such interacting internal/external energies before. And it had a

definite effect on my libido. I felt more lust and need than I ever had at any time in my life before that moment. 

Whether it was from the storm outside, Cheryl's animalistic passion, a combination of both, or some intangible unknown, the need came over me to make Cheryl moan with pleasure, to sate her lust, to give her the most incredible orgasm I possibly could...and that would just be for starters, for I needed to see her explode again and again.

I reached down and grabbed Cheryl's ass and lifted her just enough to throw her back onto the bed, raising a small cloud of dust that disappeared quickly. Even the dust didn't want to risk getting in the way of our lust.

My fingers, lips and tongue explored any part of her that they could capture. I sucked at her stiffened nipples as one of my hands explored elsewhere, seeking her soft center. She had captured my other hand and was sucking

furiously on my fingers. Her other hand had captured my throbbing muscle and was stroking it, increasing the electric sparks throughout my body, and the blood flow to my groin.

My hands and mouth had become independent of my brain and were working on Cheryl's body as they pleased. She squirmed and sighed, moaning softly around the fingers she was sucking. I sucked and squeezed her firm breasts, nipping at the nipples with my teeth, squeezing them with my fingers. Cheryl bit one of my fingers. She was squirming fitfully now and I knew it was time to reciprocate for the joy she'd given me earlier.

Still fondling her breasts, I kissed, licked and sucked my way down her ribcage to her soft, sweet belly. As she had done earlier, I reacted with impatience at the barricade before me. I was impressed with the fluidness of

my motions as I removed her shorts in the blink of an eye. She giggled lightly when I slipped my fingers under the band of her skimpy black panties and slid them slowly down her buttocks, thighs and calves, revealing her moist

treasure with an agonizing, but erotic, slowness that made my throbbing muscle rise still further to get a peek for itself. Despite my eagerness to enjoy her sex, I wanted to savor its unveiling...and savor it I did. I stared at it

approvingly as my hands deftly and quickly removed her white sneakers from her sockless feet. And now it was my turn to ogle my prize.

Cheryl's squirming and growling broke me from my admiring trance. She was spreading her legs enticingly, showing me clearly what part of her now needed attention. But in her heightened desire, she couldn't lay still, and her bottom slid and bounced along the blanket as her fingers teasingly played in her glistening flower. I couldn't hold back a second longer. It was my turn to pleasure my lady.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pushed her backward on the bed. The blanket under her slid along the musty bedspread of the Bradfords' bed and she moved back enough for me to get up on the bed. On my knees on the bed between her legs, I repositioned my arms so that my upper arms were now under her thighs and ass, and I hoisted her upward, pulling her legs, bottom and most of her back off the bed. Grabbing her cheeks, I moved forward so that her upper thighs rested on my shoulders, her soft buttocks on my hard chest, and her calves dangled over my back. Knowing what was coming, she again giggled with glee.

With her thighs braced on my shoulders, I buried my face in her patch and kissed it passionately. At first I was able to kiss it gently and sensually, but as the lust overcame me I was compelled to savor it more forcefully,

kissing, sucking and licking it like some crazed beast.

Still bracing her bottom with my thumbs and palms, I was able to work my thumbs toward her center enough to slip them into her treasure and unfold its soft petals for my exploring lips and tongue. After tasting every delicious, moist fold, licking and sucking them completely and without mercy, I wanted - no, needed - to go deeper into her. I sucked that sweet pussy like a man possessed, my lips buried between hers while my tongue sought out the succulent center of her sex...the core of her womanhood. My lips caught and lightly tugged on juicy pink flesh and my tongue lapped and flicked at them between sucks. Cheryl squirmed and moaned softly.

I worked my way ever deeper, savoring every succulent, moist treat. Having gotten the immediate need to taste her out of my system, I could now be more playful and teasing with my tongue as I probed for her love canal.

The tip of my tongue enjoyed her, exploring and savoring her as it probed down toward those sugar walls.

I continued to hold her off the bed with my hands under her and her thighs on my shoulders the entire time I enjoyed my delicious feast. My warm breath tickled her emerging bulb as my tongue moved ever downward, in search of her entrance. It seemed to have a mind of its own as it uncannily pushed aside those delicate petals

and found her portal. I pushed my tongue into her, feeling the steaminess of her cavern as I licked the inside of those walls, moving my tongue in circles so as not to miss a single inch. 

My hot breath on her clit was arousing my already aroused tigress significantly, and I soon found my hair invaded by grasping hands with a viselike grip. I knew by her moans and undulations that it was time to focus my attention on her button, and finally give her that climax she so badly needed.

Cheryl's hips moved rhythmically now and her moans and gasps were carnal indeed, and her hands held my skull tight enough to crush it. I took my cue and removed my tongue from inside her so it could find its way up to her bulging, sensitive nub.

A few flicks of my tongue on that sizzling button and I felt claws digging into my scalp. As I circled my tongue around her clit, those claws dug deeper and Cheryl's gasps increased in frequency as her breathing became more labored. Her hips began to push themselves upward, shoving her sex more forcefully into my face. She was trying to grind her clit into my mouth...and I was happy to let her.

The time for licking gone now, I captured that burning bulb between my lips and began to suck on it...lightly at first. As her lips had doggedly ridden my cock earlier, so was I determined that mine would stubbornly ride her

clit to the end. As her passion mounted, I sucked harder, flicking my tongue at the tip of her bulb. Her escalating passion fueled my own, and I sucked harder and licked faster.

I felt she needed more stimulation, so I slipped one forearm under the small of her back and held her up that way, freeing my other hand for more rewarding pursuits. As my mouth sucked and licked at her aching button, the fingers of my freed hand entered her, rubbing gently where my tongue had licked earlier. With my index finger, I lightly caressed that wall directly behind her clitoris, stroking ever so gently. Licking and sucking her clit from the outside and stroking the wall behind it from inside seemed to be the final straw.

I sucked hard on her clit and pressed the wall behind it with my fingertip. Cheryl shuddered and moaned. She gasped for air as her entire lower body quaked. I could feel her lower back vibrating where it rested on my forearm, and her legs shook as they dangled over my back. It was time for her release.

LIghtning flashed continuously and thunder shook the house repeatedly as I sucked hard again on her clit, and pressed a little more insistently inside her. She moaned and shook and gasped. Finally, I lightly grazed my teeth on her love button and flicked my tongue between them. With a loud moan and a buck of her hips, Cheryl's orgasm had arrived. She held my head firm and bucked her sex into my face fast and furious. I doggedly returned the favor she'd given me earlier, my mouth continuing to suck her clit throughout her orgasm. She moaned and bucked and heaved as her cream flowed free. I held my ground and savored every drop of her release. By continuing to stimulate her throughout her climax, I was able to give her multiple orgasms, her pleasurable eruptions only subsiding slightly between them, then intensifying again. I savored her orgasm almost

as much as she did, staying with her until her creaming lips stopped spasming and her screaming squeals of pleasure slowly subsided.

It took several minutes for the quaking in her thighs to stop. Slowly, her breathing became normal, with only the occasional gasp for air. She lay there on that ancient bed, spent and smiling, looking very similar to how I

must've looked earlier....arms straight out at her sides...head lolling to one side, exhausted and unable to move.

It was my turn to flash a wicked smile. I had pleased her, and that was worth almost anything to me. And I knew this was just the beginning, with much more to come. I guess I stroked my own ego as I watched my recovering love, the swirling sea green glow slowly dimming in her eyes. 

As I sat there admiring the beauty of my lady - and apparently patting myself on the back - the storm still howled outside. We weren't sure if we'd totally ignored the storm, or if the storm had actually enhanced our love play, but either way the storm was not unwelcome in any way. As I considered this, Cheryl suddenly sat up and thrust her arms around me, kissing me passionately once again.

"That was amazing, lover. That was the best that wonderful tongue of yours has ever done for me. Mmmm...just fantastic. You must've loved it, too...'cause you had this amazing glow on your face, and you had these amazing steely blue bedroom eyes....so sexy. All the while you ate me you'd look up every so often and your

eyes would tug right at my soul. Must've been the lightning. But it sure worked for me! You are the sexiest, man of mine...and don't you ever forget it!"

"That's because I have the sexiest woman...with a magic pair of lips of her own," I replied, saving the "bedroom eyes" discussion for later. I wasn't even sure it was worth discussing anyway. Just tricks of firelight

and the lightning storm, that's all. Or was it? Well, that was food for thought for later. We still had much to do.

I gently lowered Cheryl's legs to the blanket, unaware that I'd still been holding them on my shoulders. During our brief talk I'd been rubbing them gently from knee to hip, waiting for their vibrations to stop. As I looked down

at my exhausted love, a crack of lightning and boom of thunder shook the house again. That lightning bolt seemed to pierce my brain, sending a jolt down the entire length of my body....which gave me an idea.

It was time, I thought, to delve into the contents of my "goodie bag."

A sly smile crept its way along my mouth, but my exhausted lady barely noticed. However, almost as if on cue, when I turned to look toward my little bag of fun, a lightning bolt seared earthward with an earsplitting crack, its bellowing thunderclap tagging along closely behind. In the glow of that nearby bolt, Cheryl watched my leering face turn toward where our blanket used to be on the floor. I could swear she knew what I was up to before I even finished turning my head. I couldn't see the goodie bag right off, so I stood, stretching and

flexing the kinks out of my muscles and joints. Apparently I'd spent quite some time holding Cheryl off the bed while I devoured her.

I left Cheryl sighing and purring on the bed and walked over to where our basket and cooler were packed on the floor nearer to the fire, my purpose to capture that elusive goodie bag and return to the soft, warm object of my affection. As I neared them, the flickering fire made the various objects cast dancing shadows, some of which temporarily hid the bag, almost toying with me, forcing me to search longer than I intended to for it. The delay in returning to my lady once again made her impatient, as she purred at me, "Oh stud of mine....I'm getting soooooo cold and lonely. I need my big, strong man to keep me warm. Do hurry and 

return to me....I'm in the mood for a spicy hot sausage to play with. Hurry and bring it to me, honey. I promise I'll play with it real nice."

I nearly chuckled out loud at that one, and I would have if my hormones weren't forcing me to search double-time for that mischievous bag. Once again as if on cue...as in some film noir detective movie where a burst of lightning reveals a crumpled victim of foul play...a burst of white light revealed the hiding place of my

toy bag and the ensuing thunder made the discovery that much more dramatic. Not only was this turning out to be an erotic day to remember, but it was also eerily fun.

I clutched the bag and held the folded top firmly in my grasp, as if afraid it would try to escape. As I turned smiling back to my "wanton harlot", another blast of heavenly electricity lit up my triumphant face,

at the same time clearly illuminating Cheryl's gleefully expectant face as well. In that dancing light, both our salacious grins seemed magnified.

As I walked back to Cheryl, I jiggled the bag teasingly, the contents bustling about inside. I was beginning to feel wickedly lustful again, and with each step I felt that lust increase. I had never been so lustful before....and I enjoyed every second of it....and never wanted the feeling to end. I licked my lips. Cheryl licked hers.

I walked up to the bed, stood once again beside it, looking down at the prone Cheryl. She looked up at me, breathless, lying there in what appeared to be a completely vulnerable position, arms and legs spread, her face and body saying, "Take me...do as you will. I am yours."

As I boldly leered down at her, she brazenly returned the sentiment. I set the bag down slowly onto the bed, and equally slowly uncurled the top of it to pick and choose from the contents inside. With words oozing

promise of my own, I said, "And now, my dear, the time has come." As if to add emphasis, lightning and thunder applauded their approval of what was to come. I continued, "I'm going to show you what's in my little bag of tricks here. It's time for me to show you exactly what I meant when I said I wanted to ravage you...and that I intend to have my way with you in this creepy old haunted house. This is going to be one day that you will never forget. Are you ready, my little panting harlot?"

Cheryl could barely breathe as she swallowed hard and replied in a deep, throaty voice, "Oooh, yes, baby, I'm ready. C'mon...ravage me. Do whatever you want to me. I'm all yours for the taking. C'mon, show me

what you've got, stud. Make me cum and cum and cum."

"All right," I replied, "let's see if we can't break some records...and maybe even create some entirely new ones."

Cheryl squirmed with anticipation as I reached into the bag. We grinned decadently at each other. Slowly my hand pulled something out of the bag. They dangled loosely from my hand, those four strips of cloth....for I needed to bind my love before I could begin....

As I held up those four thin strips of cloth in front of Cheryl's beaming face, she giggled nervously, but the look of gleeful anticipation on her face was unmistakable. She licked her lips yet again as she'd done so

many times already in this eerily lit old bedroom.

I got up on the bed beside my love, setting the bag down at my side, still teasing her with what was soon to be her bonds. I straddled her body, facing her, my bare buttocks resting lightly on her abdomen to pin her while I tied her arms to the bedposts. As she was lying sideways across the bed, I tied her right arm to the footpost and her left to the post at the headboard. Since the bed was quite large I had to lift myself off Cheryl and stretch out to tie the far ends of the strips to the posts. As I did so, my already lengthening love muscle dangled tantalizingly over her head. Somewhat encumbered by both her bonds and my pinning

legs, she lifted her head as far off the bed as she could and playfully kissed and licked the head and shaft of it...and took the head in her mouth as I tied her tight. It grew as she sucked it gently. She gave it one last lick, and a kiss on the tip, as I completed tying her and sat back lightly on her belly again. 

I didn't tie her legs just yet. That would come later. Moving myself back to sit on her thighs, I once again opened my little bag of tricks. Just as I pulled out the first "toy", another bright and loud bolt brightened the

room and highlighted my sensual offering.

From the bag I retrieved a canister of "honey dust", a sensual body powder for lovers. Attached to its lid was the accompanying "honey duster", a small feather duster to be dipped into the powder and then used to sensually (or teasingly and ticklingly, depending on your mood) spread the "love dust" all over your lover's body. I had mentioned this little toy to Cheryl once or twice, but she never knew I had actually gotten it. She said nothing, only grinned and licked her lips, her chest heaving with excitement...and her eyes once again taking on that ghostly green hue.

I slowly dipped the duster into the powder, and even more slowly "dusted" Cheryl's body with it, barely touching the duster to her flesh. It seemed to tickle her slightly and she squirmed, smiling and biting her lower

lip. I spread powder over every inch of her from her neck and arms to her breasts - where I lingered teasingly - and down to her belly and groin. I lifted her legs and bent them at the knees, putting her feet flat on the bed.

I spread her legs just enough to apply the powdered feathers to her inner thighs, again teasing and playing. I moved the duster in small circles, slowly and lightly, up and down her inner thighs, replenishing the powder every so often. Cheryl squirmed more, and in between biting her lip, her tongue snuck out and licked quickly between those lips. Her eyes were closed and she was sighing heavily, her head moving from side to side.

I alternated between dusting her inner thighs and her breasts, enjoying her squirming and sighing. While quickly flicking the duster at her nipples - as if dusting off a small knickknack - I bent down and held her behind the neck with my other hand, lifting her head a few inches off the bed, and kissed her long and hard,

sending my tongue to meet hers. She panted as she kissed me, her glowing green eyes closed tightly.




Lust on Haunted Hill



Continuing to kiss her, I dusted between her breasts, the powder drying small beads of sweat there. Prying my mouth from hers, I began kissing her breasts, licking and sucking her taut nipples. The duster I moved downward, replenishing its contents several times as it swished from belly to bush. 

As I continued to suck and nibble her nipples, I teasingly brushed the powdered feathers at her moist, pouting pussy lips. I loved the sounds of her sighs and moans, and it encouraged me to further tease and titillate her. She spread her legs wide for me, and I pushed the feathers more firmly into her sex, working it in playful circles as I devoured her delicious breasts. The soft feathers were obviously having quite an effect on Cheryl, as her increased squirming soundly attested to.

Next, I alternated again. Now dusting her breasts once more, I moved my licking and sucking down between her legs, teasing her with my tongue where the duster had played only moments earlier. As my tongue probed through her pink petals, I noticed that the powder had made her trim, light brown bush look like the gray-white beard of a wizened old man. I chuckled lightly as I licked. Cheryl didn't notice. Her mind was on my tongue....and the dusting going on at her nipples.

Since Cheryl seemed to enjoy this immensely, I kept the duster and my tongue where they were for quite some time. I heated her up quite nicely with both objects, but she'd already been eaten once, so I decided on more play before letting her get too excited. So, grinning, I decided it was time for another goody from my bag. The lightning was right on cue as I picked it up and opened it.

"Oh, don't stop now," Cheryl moaned.

"I'm not stopping, dear....just preparing for the next phase. Be patient," I said.

She squirmed and sighed, "Hurry."

From the bag I decided to next try some vanilla flavored massage oil. I put a tiny bit on the fingertips of one hand and then rubbed those fingers along Cheryl's lips. Her tongue came out to lick the oil off my fingers,

and I slowly worked the first two fingers into her mouth. She sucked my fingers gently for a minute or so, enjoying the taste of the oil. While she did, I reached down with my other hand and played between her legs, slipping two fingers inside her, sliding them in and out. She gasped and her thighs shook...and she nearly bit my fingers. I removed my fingers from her mouth, but only long enough to put more oil on them. Then I put them back in her mouth....and the other fingers back where they were. Teasing was such fun.

After a bit, I took my fingers from Cheryl's sucking mouth and dripping sex, and I applied a generous amount of oil to the palm of one hand. I rubbed my hands together briskly to warm the oil, and began giving her a sensuous massage, beginning at her neck and shoulders and rubbing and kneading along her bound arms to her hands and fingers. Of course, when I massaged her breasts, I started it out as a simple, soothing massage, but it soon became a teasingly erotic one. Cheryl's breasts are too firm and full to be able to resist playing with them, and the rest of her massage would have to take a back seat while I enjoyed them. After all, she was my bound harlot, mine to play with and enjoy.

I fondled, kissed and licked her breasts, tasting the pleasant vanilla flavor. I licked between her breasts while my fingers tweaked and pinched both nipples at the same time. I squeezed her breasts together and sucked first one, then the other nipple hard. As I feasted on those abundant pleasure globes I rubbed myself

against her. My penis was hard and full length now, and I rubbed it against her belly and the top of her patch by grinding and gyrating against her as my lips and tongue savored her vanilla flavored mounds. She began to sigh loudly and she lifted her pelvis up to grind against me in return.

But again, I didn't want her to reach the point of no return. I wanted to prolong this as long as I could. So I stopped my oral assault on her breasts and my grinding of my muscle into her body. I stood on my knees on the bed and looked down at her. She was squirming and moaning, and when her glowing eyes opened and looked up at me, they beckoned me to take her. Her arms were straining at the cloth straps, trying to break the bonds. I smiled wickedly down at her. I laid next to her and whispered in her ear, "Not

just yet....I have more to do."

I got back up on my knees and then straddled her again, this time facing her legs. I sat my bottom lightly on her chest, feeling her erect nipples pressing into my buttocks. Playfully, I wiggled my ass from side to side, enjoying the sensation of those nipples gliding along my cheeks....and enjoying watching Cheryl's eyes as they feasted on my wiggling bottom. I continued her vanilla oil massage.

I massaged downward from just under her breasts, along her ribcage and down to her stomach. As I did, I occasionally bent to kiss or lick her vanilla flavored body, even licking a pool of oil out of her navel. An added

enticement to Cheryl was that she could watch my tight buns as they danced before her eyes. Also, on those occasions when I bent to kiss or lick her, I would lift my ass off her breasts and my fully inflated rod would come throbbing into view, just behind my fully loaded sack. Enticing, yes...but she could do nothing about it, tied as she was and only able to lift her head a few inches off the bed. But, to Cheryl's credit, at one point when my genitals came into view she did manage to lean forward enough to nip both my cheeks and even lick a few times at the very back of my testicles. I was willing to bet her eyes were glowing the most intense sea green color I'd ever seen.

I think it must've broken her heart when I slid toward her legs so I could massage them. I looked back to see her sad eyes saying good-bye to my bottom and my swollen manhood. As I turned to resume her massage, she closed her eyes, but her chest still heaved with her excitement, and her mouth hung open to claim all the oxygen it could.

Eventually, in order to massage her calves and feet, I had to get off the bed entirely. The erotically sublime look on her face changed to a look of simple comfort and contentment. But a quick glance between her legs

still showed plenty of wetness there, glistening in the flickering firelight and the ever present lightning. Not to worry....I'd soon be heating her up again.

When I'd completely massaged every inch of the front of her body, I again straddled her and sat lightly on her, once again facing her. Again I put oil on my fingers and gave her mouth something to enjoy. She sucked my fingers hungrily, knowing now that the massage portion of my game was done, anticipating more erotic

joys to follow.

She was right. I got up on my knees, still straddling her, and let her watch as I rubbed the vanilla oil all over my erect penis. I rubbed it in slowly, directly over her face. Her mouth hung open, inviting, her eyes wide

and green. Her tongue had a life of its own as she watched me ever so slowly rub the oil along the shaft and head. I even reached my hand down below my cock and gave my testicles a coating of vanilla. Once the entire are was thoroughly covered in tasty oil, I lowered myself enough to allow her to lick to her heart's content. She assumed she was going to orally pleasure me again. But, aside from letting her lick the oil off of me, that wasn't what I had in mind. I just wanted to let her lick and suck me again, to get her aroused again...hot and wanting more.

As she eagerly lapped at my groin, I leaned back and rubbed her belly, slowly sliding my hand downward. Sliding my hand between her legs, I began teasing her pussy with my fingers. I teased lightly between her sweet, pouting love lips. She sighed as she licked me, her sex getting wetter by the second....and my throbbing erection hungered for more than her mouth. I let her lick every drop of sweet vanilla off me, even lowering my testicles into her mouth for her to suck the oil from them as well.

Cheryl was temporarily disappointed when I pulled my oil free organs from her delightful mouth, but when she realized my plan she was just fine with it. I moved to the side of the bed where that sweet honeypot lay waiting for me, and got on my knees between her legs. I again lifted her off the bed by her back and buttocks. We sighed in unison as her dripping bush met and devoured my pulsating piston...taking it deep inside her. As I heaved and thrust my pounding muscle in and out of her she struggled vainly to use her hands to squeeze me or grab me somehow, to lift herself to kiss me passionately, but her bonds once again said no to any such doings.

Holding her hips well off the bed, I slammed into her again and again, with more sexual frenzy than I'd ever felt before. Sweating, heaving, grunting with lust, I felt as if I couldn't get myself deep enough inside her.

I felt I needed to get deeper with each thrust. Both of us were lost in the searing heat of unbridled sex. I wanted to grab and fondle every inch of her...to lick and suck every part...yet never stop fucking her for a single second. I watched her breasts bounce and jiggle as we heaved on the bed, wanting to grab and squeeze them, lick and suck the nipples. In our normal lovemaking I would surely have done that, but on that sultry summer day, with the storm raging around us, I needed to pound myself into her harder with each thrust...needing to thrust so deep that I had to grab both cheeks of her fine ass and squeeze them hard, to pull her downward around my cock so that it could travel upward through her entire body. My jaw clenched and my teeth gritted tightly together in my effort to skewer my love. I could think of nothing but

fucking her until we were both exhausted...or dead. Such was the fury of our union.

Cheryl strained so hard against her bonds that I briefly feared the old bedposts would splinter and the bed would come crashing down around us. The intensity of our lust amazed me. So far, every sex act we'd carried out in this house was more profoundly erotic than ever before....so I really shouldn't have been surprised....but the sheer animalistic nature of our lovemaking still shocked me. Carried away by lust, I at first heard Cheryl's screams as if from a vast distance.

She was screaming my name over and over again, calling me an animal, a sex machine, and a host of other names I'd never heard cross her lips before. At times as I looked down at her, she was literally growling and snarling, teeth clenched and green eyes blazing. She was bucking her hips against me in rhythm with me, also trying to get me as deep as possible inside her. If my own sexual need at that point hadn't been as

powerful as hers, her bucking would've been forceful enough for her to throw me from her, up and over her head and onto the floor. I thought Cheryl was going to have an orgasm at any second, until she snarled out a command.

"Untie me, dammit! I want you to take me from behind....NOW!"

So urgent was her need, and mine, that I knew I'd never be able to untie her bonds fast enough...so I did the next best thing. I leaned forward, still thrusting into her, and grabbed her arm, pulling it toward my face. Like an animal, I lunged and bit the strip, savaging it with my teeth....chewing through the fabric until it gave and freed her arm. By the time I chewed through that strap of cloth and went to the other, I noticed that Cheryl had already chewed through that one as well.

Her hands now free, Cheryl rolled over onto her stomach so quickly that she nearly sheared my penis off in the process, the unexpected movement nearly toppling me off the bed after all. In one fluid motion she was

up on her knees, butt pushed upward toward me. Without a second's hesitation I thrust myself into her steaming sex from behind and we continued our animalistic rutting. Her hot ass banging against my stomach and upper thighs was intoxicating. The moist heat of her pussy sucking at my cock made my mind hazy, hot and humid. My brain was a blissful quagmire of lust and desire, having no other apparent functions at that point other than to assist Cheryl in disseminating pleasurable sensations throughout my body...though Cheryl did the bulk of the work in that regard.

I reached around Cheryl, grabbing her waist tightly with one hand, holding her firmly for my invading tool. As we continued our bestial fornication, my greedy hands were finally granted their wish of fondling Cheryl's bouncing breasts....as I alternated fondling first one, then the other, while our bodies slapped together in our primal dance of lust. It was constant motion..our sweating bodies a continual blur of groping, thrusting, gasping and grunting sex...pure...unadulterated.

I have no idea how long we engaged in that mind-numbing lovemaking there on that dusty old bed, but it must have been a very long time. Tough I had fought off orgasm with every ounce of will I had, I still ended up coming before Cheryl did. I could no longer fight the pressure. I exploded into her with force that made my teeth clench nearly to the point of shattering, and the muscles of my neck strain to the brink of spasm.

Luckily, my hot liquid filling her was enough to push Cheryl over the edge as well. With still more screams, echoing my own carnal grunts, her groin spasmed around my muscle with a heat and strength like nothing I'd ever felt before...almost searing, cutting. It was like her vaginal walls had decided to actually

bite off and swallow my penis whole.

Even in orgasm, we continued to thrust and buck as if it hadn't happened yet. Our combined sexual energies crackled with the same ferocity as the lightning outside. Our pounding hearts beat no less loudly than the raging

thunder. Our screams of pleasure and release mimicked the loudly moaning winds screaming against the windows and ancient lumber of Bradford house. And then the rain came, hot summer drops slamming against the walls and roof like millions of tapping fingers, symbolically mirroring the spraying, mingling fluids gushing and spurting in this master bedroom which we'd converted into our private love nest. It was as if the storm raged within us.....as if we were one with the storm. We fed off its energy, and it fed off ours.

And then there were the Bradfords, leering down at us from their perch above the crackling fire. Their mouths seemed to be opened in sighs of pleasure, their eerily glowing green and steel gray eyes half closed in ecstasy.

Near the bottom of the portrait, their arms, formerly bent across their waists, extended downward and out of the frame, crossing as if reaching for each other's most intimate places. And I could swear that not all the moaning I heard was coming from the storm or from Cheryl and I. Low, sighing moans, of more than one pitch, seemed to be coming from every crack and crevice, every peeling wall and rotting beam of the room...indeed, of the very house itself.

With a final grunt of release, I stopped my assault on Cheryl's sucking pussy. I felt weak, and dropped down with my forearms on the bed, Cheryl collapsing beneath me, gasping, her head turned toward that old portrait. We panted and sucked in lungfuls of air, our spent bodies vibrating together, sweat fusing her back to my chest. The green glow slowly diminished in Cheryl's eyes as I suspect the gray light left mine. Outside, there was a lull in the storm, an eerie silence. All that could be heard as we lay together was our pounding heartbeats and our

heavy, labored breathing. Or was that all? I still heard the Bradfords, sighing and moaning, though faintly....and from the look in Cheryl's now blue eyes, I believe she heard it as well.

As we lay there in love's aftermath, the ghostly moans trailed off into an echoing memory. Outside, the storm continued, but the thunder was a distant, faint rumbling and the drumming of the rain was merely a quiet hiss. The lightning flashed less constantly and the light from it was hard pressed to illuminate even a tiny corner of the room. The storm seemed to be passing.

Barely able to move, I rolled off of Cheryl and settled on the bed beside her. She remained motionless, except for her heaving chest. I pulled her to me and we lay there spooned together, my arm around her, both of us in the final stages of recovery. I kissed her neck gently and lightly stroked her upper arm and 

shoulder. She had reached back and was lazily stroking my thigh. Exhausted, we remained that way, cuddled and thinking our own thoughts, touching and being touched, no words being uttered, for an indeterminate length

of time. No words were needed...the touch conveyed it all.

Finally, we each spoke the same three simple words, saying them at exactly the same instant. Breathlessly, and with more conviction than ever before, we looked deeply into each others eyes and sighed, "I love you." Then, smiling, fulfilled, our needs having for the moment been met - by the only other person who could possibly meet them - we snuggled again and basked in the warmth and comfort afforded by each other's body. In seconds, we both drifted off into a deeply relaxing sleep. As I drifted away from reality a weak smile made its way onto my face...for I realized that with all that had happened so far, I still hadn't used some of the toys in my bag. But that would have to wait, for I barely had the strength to hold a thought, let alone play some more. 

My eyes fluttered and I felt myself drifting deeper. Just before they closed completely, my eyes wandered over to the old painting. The Bradfords were back in their original pose, but their faces seemed flushed, their eyes - though less brilliant - seemed no less alive, and their smiles were smiles of sublime contentment. 

The storm had seemingly moved on. Distant rumbling, light, drizzling rain left in its wake. My heavy eyelids eked out their last few flutters before surrendering to sleep. But as I joined my love in merciful slumber, my ears heard all too clearly a low, quiet urging,

"Rest," I heard it say, "there is more to do. Sleep now."

The world went black, and I dreamed happily of the woman I love...of summer storms...

of ghosts...and of haunted houses.