17 comments/ 14394 views/ 1 favorites The Rainbow By: sack Note: This story was inspired by the spiritual and uplifting poems of Du Lac, one of Literotica's most exquisite poets. Pam Kernis walked eagerly to Stone Ridge State Park. The feisty thirty six year old felt better than she had in days, and was determined to get in a relaxing swim. Although the grounds officially opened at 9 AM, Pam had discovered a way of sneaking in using a hidden trail and could enjoy a pleasant dip without anyone bothering her. The sun was just peering above the horizon as Pam increased her pace. She was in a surprisingly good mood considering the circumstances. Her life had taken a dramatic turn nearly five years ago, when her husband abruptly abandoned his family for a nineteen year old floozy. Pam was left to raise her identical twin daughters Rosa and Pearl on her own, and the constant battle to collect child support weighed heavily on her mind. But the twelve year old girls were doing as well as could be expected, knock on wood. They were avid soccer players and had just recently made the High Honor Roll. Pam was so proud of them. As difficult as her divorce had been, the devastating news had come just two years before, when Pam was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. She had been given just six months to live, plunging her into a deep depression. When the clouds cleared, Pam's life became an obstacle course of chemotherapy treatments, radiation, unflattering hairpieces, and family therapy. Yet, she had persevered, eating a nutritious diet and exercising regularly. Her doctor shook his head as she passed the one year survival mark, then eighteen months. Eventually the day came when Pam had enough of the dreadful chemotherapy shots that made her so sick. She opted for no further treatment at all, despite the objections of everyone around her. Pam had always believed in holistic, natural medicine, and decided instead to continue her healthy vegetarian diet and exercise regimen. That was two months ago, and although Pam often felt very tired, the clean mountain air exhilarated her and heightened her senses. Yet, as she walked Pam couldn't help but think about her current situation. Although it had been very exciting to watch her girls mature into beautiful young women, Pam sorely missed male companionship. She had gotten so self-conscious about her ill fitting hairpieces she rarely dated. And besides, who would date someone with cancer anyway? Pam tried to push the doubting thoughts out of her mind as she reached the pile of wood that hid a rarely used trail leading to the back of Stone Ridge State Park. It seemed to take a little extra effort to move the dozen or so logs in the ill defined pile, but eventually she squeezed by the rotting stumps and continued on her way. In a few minutes she reached the imposing Lake Okukaw, 250 acres of virginal wilderness. The morning sun reflected off the aquamarine water as two cardinals frolicked in the wild bayberry bushes lining the shore. Pam took out her towel and quickly got out of her skimpy bikini top and matching teal pants. Although she knew it was risky, the lithe blonde had been sunbathing in the nude for a couple of weeks now. She then went for an energizing swim, being sure to leave the premises before the park rangers started preparing the park to open about 8:30. Pam leaned back on her towel and closed her eyes, taking in the various competing sounds around her. The gentle "phoe-be" of the black capped chickadee, a distant morning dove imitating an owl, and the splashing play of a nearby waterfall. For a moment she was one with nature, and experienced intense rapture whereby time stood completely still and her ravaged body was made whole. After what seemed to be an eternity, but was probably only 15 minutes, Pam opened her eyes, utterly refreshed. She ran toward the warm shallows, splashing herself and whistling in glee as Lake Okukaw and her shared a secret. Pam's hair had just started to grow back, and was so golden it would put a towhead to shame. She had lost considerable weight, but so far had managed to avoid appearing malnourished. Pam lay back on a small raft that had been washed up in the shallows, once more closing her eyes and wallowing in the enchanting sounds of nature. She was just about to fall asleep when a strong masculine voice startled her. "Hello....Is anyone there?" Pam opened her eyes and let out a half shout/half scream as she took in the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was walking toward her on the bank clad only in a pair of white shorts, with a dazzling smile which melted her very core. Pam tried to hide her breasts with her hands, then realized the futility of the situation. She decided to act like there was nothing unusual about swimming in the nude, putting her arms down and idly treading the very shallow water. "My name's Ray Milone....what's yours?" Pam thought the name sounded familiar, but couldn't quite place it. "Pam Kernis....what brings you here so early?" "I was sent to help you." Ray had reached the edge of the water at this point and continued to stare lovingly at the enchanting young woman in front of him. "Who sent you?" Pam was suddenly alarmed. "The rainbow" Ray responded simply. "The rainbow!" Pam was flabbergasted. "I don't see any rainbow." "You'll see it when you believe it." Pam's jaw dropped as Ray lowered his shorts and boxers and quickly walked into the water toward her. He embraced her with infinite tenderness, kissing her gently on the cheek. "You have beautiful skin." Ray slowly massaged Pam's arms, continuing up to her neck. One side of her could not believe she would let a total stranger do this...and yet...it felt so right, so utterly completely right. Ray planted small kisses on Pam's neck as he slowly moved to her willing mouth. He kissed her passionately, probing his tongue past her moist lips as Pam quickly returned the favor. The two lovers exchanged deep sloppy wet kisses as time stood still. Pam could feel Ray's erection pressing against her thighs and yearned to have him deeply inside her. As if he coud read her mind, Ray positioned himself at the entry to her throbbing sex and gingerly pushed forward. Pam gave a cry of complete ecstasy as Ray's hardness entered her with aching slowness. Finally, he was inside her as deeply as he could go, and gently pulled back. The two bodies became one as they moaned in extreme bliss. Ray was by far the most considerate lover Pam had ever had. He matched her rhythm perfectly, and in a matter of minutes she felt herself building to a massive orgasm, something she hadn't experienced in years. "Ray...I....I'm almost.." "Pam...I'm...I'm going to.." With a sudden intense grunt of pleasure, Ray spasmed between Pam's thighs, setting off her own orgasm. "OOOOOHHHHHH Ray, Ray, Ray!" "GAWWWWDDDD!" Ray screamed as he ejaculated a full eight spurts before collapsing on Pam's spent form. The two completely satisfied lovers reluctantly made their way off the raft to the sandy beach. Ray once more embraced Pam in a full body hug that both of them never wanted to end. Pam was so tired from the intense lovemaking, she quickly fell asleep, dreaming about Ray kissing her forever... ************************************** Pam awoke with a start. The towel felt cold and clammy beneath her, as it had been misting lightly. Pam scrambled to find her clothes, but they were gone. She decided to wrap the towel around her, figuring that no one would see her anyway. Suddenly, she remembered her encounter with the mysterious stranger. Everything about the whole situation seemed surreal, and Pam wondered if she had simply dreamed the whole thing. As she was walking away from the shore, a white piece of paper pinned by a rock caught her attention. It was a note! With trembling hands, Pam unwrapped the slightly moist document. Although there was some smearing, she could still make out all of the words: Dear Pam, I'm sorry I had to leave you so quickly. Hike up Pete's Pass to Overlook Point and you will see the rainbow. Then, I will be with you again, but only for a short time. I will never forget you. Love, Ray Milone Pam didn't understand why Ray would only be with her a short time, but it didn't matter, she simply had to see him again. Still holding the note, she started walking briskly to the entrance to Pete's Pass, about a half mile away. The rain increased in intensity, yet Pam was completely oblivious to it, caring only about her new found friend. Pam hiked up Pete's Pass in record time, and reached Overlook Point completely out of breath. She wasn't used to walking so much in one day, and plopped with relief onto the lone bench which afforded a magnificent view of the now distant Lake Okukaw. As Pam got her wind back, the rain gradually stopped and the sky brightened in spots. Pam concentrated on one part of the horizon where the clouds appeared to be parting. And then she saw it... A breathtaking double rainbow, in vivid colors! Pam was blinded by the fire engine red, the tangerine orange. A thin strip of lemon yellow gave way to shamrock green, then a marvelous midnight blue. Finally, a voluptuous lavender completed the enchanting picture. Pam reveled in the miracle, hoping Ray would arrive soon. As she watched the kaleidoscope of colors, a vague form above the rainbow began to take more definite shape. Pam's hands began to shake....it was a church, the church where her wedding was held! Pam smiled as she watched herself exchange rings with her ex-husband. They had been so much in love. As Pam's eyes continued to widen, the image of her wedding slowly became more indistinct, to be replaced by a bustling maternity ward. Two nearly identical babies were wheeled into place by a smiling nurse. It was her twins, Rosa and Pearl! Pam couldn't believe how fast twelve years had gone by. She continued to take in a movie of her life, as one picture faded into the next. First there were the twins, performing at their first preschool play, then Pam being handed her diploma in Social Work. From this she viewed her mother's 65th birthday party, the twins' winning soccer match, and the first disturbing image....Pearl and Rosa bursting into tears. What had happened? Pam suddenly realized that the only time she had seen her girls cry so intensely was when she had told them about her cancer. Tears filled Pam's eyes as well, as she became painfully aware of her own mortality. But then, the final image sharpened and etched itself on her consciousness: Ray's head, with that beautiful winning smile! Or was it? As Pam continued to concentrate on Ray's face, she suddenly realized why he looked so familiar. Right before she died, her mother had given her a small painting of Jesus which she had kept on a nightstand by her bed. Ray looked exactly like the Jesus figure she prayed to every night! Pam watched in transfixed rapture as Ray/Jesus made the sign of the cross. She reached her arms out as if to touch him, still cradling the precious note. And it was in this poignant position that Pam's spirit left her earthly body... ************************************** Dave Richer let out a sigh that was pure emotion. The park ranger could not remember a more difficult day, certainly the most trying of his career. It was bad enough that Pam Kernis' body was found on Overlook Point, clad only in a towel and with a mysterious note at her feet. Dave consoled himself that she had apparently passed away of natural causes, but the note, signed by Ray Milone was particularly troublesome. Ray had been Dave's best friend, an enthusiastic naturalist who often went kayaking on Lake Okukaw. On that fateful day nearly two years ago, a sudden storm overturned Ray's kayak before he could paddle to shore. Although scuba divers had searched for days, Ray's body was never recovered, and he was presumed dead. Dave tapped his fingers on the small table in the ranger's shed just outside of Stone Ridge State Park. His favorite oldies station was playing in the background, and he was waiting for that one tune he knew would relax him. As if on cue, the suave voice of the radio announcer cut through Dave's nervous tapping. "And now, a Harburg and Arlen classic...Over The Rainbow." Dave smiled as the words he new so well imprinted themselves on his consciousness. Perhaps he would be able to make it through the day, after all... Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly Birds fly over the rainbow Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly Beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I? With renewed energy, Dave turned off the radio, and put the still soggy note into his pocket. As he was closing the door, a shaft of light illuminated a small photograph on his desk. It was a picture of the grinning Ray Milone... The Rainbow Cherish stood in front of the mirror checking out her new swimsuit. It was white with black polka dots, the one she had been wanting since the snow first melted. She knew it looked great on her, the way it hugged her ass and accented her long bronzed legs and flat stomach. She had always thought her arms were too long and skinny but even they looked great with the strapless bra. The only problem was her boobs. She was hoping with the padding they would actually look at least a little bigger, but no such luck. She was about to take off the swimsuit and slip back into her sundress when she took a step back and saw her full image. She was glad she had listened to her mom and finally started to grow out her hair. It looked great hanging loose over her shoulders. Its golden hue and her jade green eyes looked great with the suit. She ran a hand over her belly and down inside her bikini bottoms. It seemed like all the girls were going completely bald down there nowadays, but she liked the look and feel of a nicely trimmed landing pad. She let the tips of her finger slip down to her lips and she enjoyed the slickness of the moisture gathering on her slit. She pushed down and let her finger bang against her clit. It sent a shiver through her body and for some reason an image came into her mind. It was Shane Hoyt. This was his first year as a life guard at the pool. She always looked forward to him coming to the concession stand and buying a bag of Skittles. She began to wonder what it would be like to taste the rainbow inn his tongue as she rubbed a circle around her clit with her pointer finger and let her middle finger slide into the moisture. She was very aware of the sparkle in his blue eyes and the way his muscles rippled under his white tank. However, even though he saw her almost every day for the last month she didn't think he even knew she existed. She used her thumb to rub her clit now and slid her pointer finger into her pussy to join the middle finger. She had always been very sweet to him and it made her sad to think that she meant nothing to him at all; it was almost like he looked through her. She looked up at her breasts and she tried to fight off the insecurity by rubbing faster and probing deeper. Then a crazy thought occurred to her. Maybe Shane was into other boys. She smiled to herself. This was probably a dirty thing for, but maybe that would make him the perfect candidate to fulfill her fantasy of losing her anal virginity. She pulled her hand out of her and turned around so she could see her ass by looking over her shoulder. She stuck her butt out a bit and used both hands to slide her bottoms down over her hips. She bent over a bit more so she could see her slit between her legs but she couldn't quite see her puckered little butt hole so she slid her hands over her cheeks and spread them slightly. Her tiny nipples hardened and she felt a throbbing in her crotch. She placed on of her middles fingers in her mouth and got it nice and wet. Her mind raced back to her memory of Shane and her eyes raced down to the tight little red shorts that he wore. Yes, she had checked out his package on many occasions and she had been disappointed at first that his bulge was really that big but that might not a bad thing if he was going to put it in her butt. She reached between her legs again, but this time she slid it past her pulsating pussy and touched it to her puckered hole. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed the sensation. Her cheeks tightened and her heart raced a bit as she ran her fingertip around her puckered hole. She looked in the mirror and saw her finger pressed against her hole and she tried to imagine being bent over with her ass exposed to Shane and it gave her a very hot sensation between her legs. She wanted to slide her finger inside herself but she was afraid it would hurt. She found her bottle of Vaseline and dipped her finger and then bent over again and pushed. The ring felt tight, but she liked the way it felt and she pushed harder. It hurt a tiny bit at first but once it had stretched over the first knuckle it slid right in. She wiggled it around a bit and she felt herself get wet all over again. She reached down with her hand and rubbed her clit with her first two fingers. A rush came over her knees started to shake and her legs began to tremble. She pictured Shane standing behind her with his cock in his hand and she started to rubbed harder as a sweet sigh escaped from her lips. She slipped her middle finger into her ass and it stretched her out past the point of pain, but the ache turned to pleasure as her fingers hit the right spot on her clit and she screamed as she started to cum. She stopped herself suddenly as she felt the warmth of the sun on her face through the window. She figured it would be a great time to try out here new swimsuit, and there would be plenty of time to fantasize later. She threw on her sundress, grabbed a beach towel and headed for her secret spot down at the lake. There was a trail that ran back to a secluded bay that was hidden from the rest of the lake. There was a bunch of trees by a tiny little beach. She laid down her towel and slipped out of her dress. She was about to jump in when she decided to also take off her top. She was feeling brave after her fun little session in front of the mirror. She threw her top next to her towel and ran and dove off the bank into the lake. The cool water felt great against her warm skin and sensitive nipples. She thought this might be as good of a place as any to play with herself, but when she came up out of the water she was staring right at a red and white bobber. She covered her tiny titties and turned toward the shore. Sitting on the shore partially concealed by some bushes was a guy wearing a ball cap. "Cherish?" He said. She looked closer and sitting right there in front of her half naked self was Shane holding a fishing pole. She couldn't believe it. He knew her name. She just wanted to go running up there and jump his bones but instead she said. "Could you throw me my top?" Instead he stood up, kicked off his shoes, pulled his shirt over his head and walked toward the lake. "I promise not to look!" He said with a wink and a smile and dove in toward her. Cherish was so excited and shocked she could hardly believe it, but she was also mortified and had no idea what to say to the guy she was just fantasizing about. "I feel like I should be asking you for a bag of Skittles." He said as he came out of the water. "I've been meaning to talk to you." He added. "I was just hoping to meet you outside of the concession stand." She could feel an enormous smile growing on her face and that made her blush. "We'll here's your chance." She said shyly. "So... You want to go swimming with me some time?" He asked. She started to giggle uncontrollably, and he reached out his hands asking for hers. This excited her and she felt a twinge in her crotch. "But there so small." She said. Shane took another step towards her and put his hands around her wrists. "No sweat, I'm an ass man anyway." She gave in, sliding her hands into his. She expected him to look down immediately and stare, but he didn't. Instead he pulled her towards him and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. "I've been wanting to do that since I first saw you. I hope it's all right." She pulled him back and pushed her lips against hers as her tongue slid between her lips and her nipples brushed up against his chest. She felt one hand grip her hair and the other slide down from her shoulders to the small of her back and his stiffening cock poked her just below her wet pussy. She was pretty sure now that he was into women but that thought also turned her attention to her ass hole which was still sore from earlier. She worked her tongue in his mouth and wished his hand would keep moving further down, but it didn't. So she slid her own hands down to his waist and slid his shorts down. He didn't resist so she grabbed his cock. It wasn't massive, but it was bigger than she thought based on his bulge. She started stroking it gently and he moaned, letting his lips fall down to her nipples and the hand that was in her hand fell to her crotch. He slipped his hand inside her bottoms and slid his finger inside her while she continued to jack him off. They both started to moan passionately. She really wanted to go down on him but she was scared she would drown so she grabbed his hand and led him toward shore. He tripped, and had to stop to pull up his shorts but then he followed her. They sat down on her towel and he stroked her hair. "I've always thought you were beautiful, but you are also just as fun and amazing." He said. "It seems like you always get what you want." "Well, you know what I really want right now?" "What?" She pushed him back and pulled his shorts all the way off as she crawled on top of him and shoved her ass in his face. She stroked his cock, took it all the way into her mouth, and then slid her tongue up the shaft. She felt him struggling with her bikini bottoms and then felt his lips against hers. His hands rubbing her buns as his tongue wiggled up inside her. She reached down and cupped his balls in her hand and then just as if he could read her mind he licked her tight little ass hole. She felt him tremble beneath him and right when she thought he was going to cum she felt his open hand smack down hard on her ass. She kept sucking and he kept smacking. Her mind was so enraptured by the sweet sensation on her tingling cheeks and ass hole that she didn't even really that he had exploded in her mouth until the hot load had hit her in the back of the throat. She rolled off of him onto her stomach and was prepared to just cuddle. That's when he mounted her and lifted her hips. He rubbed her lips until she became moist again. He took his dick and started pressing it against her pussy but she reached back and redirected it to her ass. She could feel Shane hesitate momentarily. Then he touched the tip of it to her eager hole. Cherish cleared her mind and took in the sounds around her. The birds singing, water splashing, a lonely cricket. Shane pushed himself inside her and she felt free and complete. She loved every inch of him dominating her. She started to shiver, partially from the pleasure, partially from the cold of the night which was approaching. She slid her fingers between her legs and rubbed herself to a screaming finish. Shane collapsed on top of her and they laid there laughing for a while. She wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or cry, but one thing was for certain. Days at the concession stand would never be the same. The Rainbow Factory Theatre It was just the start of July and I was going to The Rainbow Factory Theatre for an audition to get into their summer scheme. Well I got on the bus, with my portable CD player, with my Janet Jackson CD pumping into my ears. It was a fairly miserable day, and when I got off the bus it started to rain. It was raining lightly by the time I got to the entrance of the RFT. It was placed in a rather run-down part of the city and a dark and dingy old staircase would take you up to the Rainbow Factory. As I walked up the stairs it felt like a horror movie, dark staircase, raining heavily now, all alone etc. but as I got into the RFT I noticed that it was a fairly nice place. So I walked over to a table and they gave me a sheet so I walked into another room and sat down and filled out my name, address, blah, blah, blah and then I gave the sheet back to the person behind the desk and then she gave me a number, 89, so I pinned it onto my jumper and went back into the other room. About five minutes later a woman came in and told us that we had to make our way into another room, so we all walked into that room and sat in a circle. I noticed another boy, he was 18, and he had dark short hair, was wearing a navy blue jumper and black jeans and his skin tone was pale. His facial features were quite handsome too. Through the rest of the afternoon we had to act, sing and dance until about 4:30 when we were allowed to go home. The next day we came back and were given a form to fill out about a residential trip we were going on to the Ulster Folk Museum for two nites and we had to fill the form out, get our parents to sign it etc. This residential was to happen in a week from this day. For the residential we had to bring a sleeping bag, change of clothes and some lunch for the journey there. This was beginning to get good as now I had grown to like the guy with the pale skin and the navy sweater. Well he sat beside me on the coach ride there due to that there was no more seats. We talked a bit, but not much and we ate our lunch in peace. Then the rain started to pelt down on the coach as we pulled into the car park. We got out and found out way to the place we were staying, there was four bedrooms with two beds in them and since there were only four girls and four boys this would go well nicely. We had to take our stuff into the room we'd stay in. They guy I fancied went into a room near the end and I followed quickly to get into that bedroom before anyone else. I asked if I could use the other bed, and he just said, "Sure," so I set my stuff down and then we went down to the main room, I was starting to get hard, thinking of him in his tite boxers at nite, with his probably toned body all smooth and white. We had a talk about what we were gonna do over the few days we were here, we were gonna have to go on canoe trips, nite walks, river walks etc. and today we'd just get familiar with the place. The was beating down for the rest of the afternoon and nite, which was all the better [lol] and so at ten we all went up to bed since we'd have to be up at six in the morning. I had been drifting off to sleep slowly for about thirty minutes when someone shook me gently, I moaned and turned over to see Carl standing there, in his tite white boxers and smooth body. He whispered, "Is it okay if I share your sleeping bag, mines fuckin' cold?" I was too sleepy to think what he was saying I just mumbled "Sure," and he scrambled into my bed. I turned over so my back was to his chest, then he said, "Is it okay if I put my arms around you, to share body heat and that?" and I said; "Yeah, of course" and his left hand ran, slowly, from my thighs to around the top of my ribs and it fastened there, I then brushed my hand up his arm and back down to his hand and left it there. A few minutes later I felt him kiss my neck and I turned around and looked at him, then we kissed passionately for a few minutes while we rubbed each other's cocks until they were hard. Then I turned back and lowered my boxers, revealing my ass to him, then I felt him caress it, then he gently put his wet finger to my asshole and then plunged in, as I moaned in pleasure, "You ever done anything like this before?" he whispered gently into my ear as his finger went in and out of my opening. I said, "No, you?" and he said he'd done it a few times, then he put another finger into my crack and I moaned more louder, then three, and finally, four, he then to them out and got out of bed. Then he pulled the sleeping bag off the bed and got onto it with his cock just centimetres away from my warm mouth. Then I opened my lips and licked his head, then I engorged his cock in my mouth and sucked, as his cock reached the back of my throat, I started to gag until I felt it go down y throat and I could my smell his sweet chest as it was against my nose and his ball sack was resting on my chin, then he slowly took his cock out of my mouth and then plunged it all back in, then he begun to face fuck me until his cock throbbed more violently and he shouted: "Oh gawd, I'm gonna cum!!!" and then he shot a thick roped off cum down my throat, followed by another and another, until my mouth was so full the cum started to leak down my chin and onto my chest, when he'd stopped cumming he withdrew his cock and started to lick my cum coated chest and then he brought it up to my face and then kissed my, I still had a large portion of his cum in my mouth, so it felt good as the cum went between each of our hungry mouths. When we had swallowed it all we parted our mouths and he rolled me over. "Are you ready for this?" he said hoarsely as he jerked his dripping cock, then a few drops of cum splattered on my ass cheeks and I replied; "Yes," then I felt his wet hands part my ass cheeks and I felt his damp cockhead touch my ass crack, then slowly it went in, as the whole head went in I moaned very loudly and then he said, "If your gonna be loud, moan into a pillow," so I put my head in the pillow and moaned again as his shaft started to widen me, his cock was probably about 8.5" and was about 2" thick. Then another inch penetrated my virgin ass, then another, I was moaning so loudly it didn't really matter if I had a pillow there or not. Then once I felt his cold balls against my ass I felt like I needed to take a shit, then his cock went out again, then in, but still slowly, then out and then after a few more strokes he started to fuck me harder and faster, while slapping my ass hard, then he started to moan too and then I felt his cock titen and then he shot another thick load up my ass, so powerful some of it shot back out and onto his thick thighs. He fucked me for another minute until his cock was soft and then he took it out. He crawled up beside me and told me to suck the last drops off cum out, and I did. Then when he lay on his back panting I ran off to the bathroom to take the biggest shit ever! The Rainbow Tree Haunted House It was just another average Halloween night. We started our drive from San Diego to our friend's party in Palm Springs. We had left early to avoid rush hour and the crazies. Not that we didn't look crazy ourselves in our costumes: Pete was dressed as a surgeon, covered in fake blood, and I had decided to be brave and deck myself out in a naughty nurse costume. From the time Pete and I had gotten on the highway, he noticed a white truck had been behind us. As the sun began to set, I could see how worried Pete was becoming -- lane change after lane change and the truck stayed right with us. We were just nearing Fallbrook when Pete decided to take the next exit and the truck followed. We drove about a block and pulled over to the side of the road. The white truck zoomed past us. After that, we figured it was just coincidence so we got back on the road and continued on the Historic Highway instead. Just a little further up, we saw a sign for a Haunted House at the Rainbow Tree Restaurant. Since we were hungry, we decided to pull in. "Pete, it looks like they might be closed. There are no cars in the parking lot. Maybe we should just go." "The open sign is on and so are all the lights." Pete nodded at the huge sign for the Haunted House. "What do you think, Darby? Wanna go get scared?" "Sure." Did I want to go get scared? I was scared already, and I was regretting my choice of costume, knowing that people would see me wearing it. "Okay." Pete agreed. "Let's grab something to eat and then we'll go check out the Haunted House on our way out." When we opened the door the restaurant was full, and it seemed like all conversation stopped for a full minute as everyone turned to look at us. I wondered how everyone had gotten there, since it was obvious they had not driven. The other diners were all in their Halloween costumes, and it looked like they had dressed according to a theme. I would have called it "Witches and Warlocks through History." Well, mostly witches, as there seemed to be more women than men in the room. There was everything from Glinda the Good Witch to extremely scary looking, black-robed people with blades and scythes and other weapons that looked way too real. I looked up at Pete, but he just shrugged and turned to the hostess and asked: "How long is the wait?" "We're ready for you now." The hostess told us, and led us to a table in the dead center of the room. I felt awkward, and more than a little scared in the crowd. They had resumed talking, but it was clear they were still watching us. Pete leaned over to me and said, "Relax, Darby. It's Halloween -- they're supposed to look scary. Look at me: I'm not scared. If I get scared, it's time for you to get scared." I was only somewhat reassured by this, as Pete was pretty much fearless. But, he was cautious. He looked over the menu to decide what he wanted to eat. He chuckled as he pointed out that the menu was a special one for the holiday: all the menu items were made to sound like B horror flick items. "What do you say, Darby? Should we have the 'stake to die for' for two?" "I guess so." I tried to laugh with him, but the hair on the back of my neck was already standing up. The waitress came to our table to take our order. Pete ordered for both of us, but asked for the steak to be cooked medium. "The steak only comes dripping with blood. That's how it will be served to you." She replied, and then walked away. "They are really into this stuff here," Pete said. "It's like we stepped into a play." Instead of calming me, these words had the opposite effect. My anxiety increased and it felt like everyone in the room could hear my heart thumping faster. The food arrived, and sure enough it was bloody. Pete was undeterred, and ate the steak anyway. I picked at the "eye of newt" salad, and just drank my water. The steak was beyond disgusting: it looked like flesh torn from a corpse, or...well, I didn't know what, but it looked really awful. I didn't know how Pete could stand it. When he finally finished, he left money on the table and we got up. On our way out, Pete asked the hostess: "Is there a charge for the Haunted House?" "Oh, no." she replied. "Be our guest." When we got outside, I pulled on Pete's arm. "Let's not do this, Pete. Let's just go to the party. I don't want to be here, I'm really scared." "Oh, c'mon! Where's your sense of adventure?" Pete pulled me along towards the Haunted House. I didn't have a sense of adventure, I wanted to say, but by then we were already inside. It was so dark, despite the dim lighting, that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. There were eerie sounds -- like small creatures scurrying in the walls, the building groaning, distant screams. I swore I could smell something smoky in the air, and as we walked forward I thought I heard someone laughing under their breath. We came around the next corner, and it was entirely pitch black. Pete grabbed me from behind and I gave a quick scream. "Shhhh! Nobody's in here but us, Darby." He said. He pulled me up against him and ground his pelvis against me. I could feel his hardness pressing into my ass. "Pete!" I gasped. "What are you doing?" "Oh, come on, Darby! I know you keep saying you don't believe in sex before marriage, but aren't you even a little tempted?" When I didn't reply immediately, he grabbed my hand and put it down his pants and rubbed it over his cock. "My dick is hard for you now. Don't you want to have a little fun?" I tried to pull my hand back, but Pete held it while he pulled his dick out and wrapped his hand over mine. He started stroking my hand up and down his shaft while we stood there in the dark. It might have been alright, except for the fact that it felt like the walls were watching us. I still couldn't see a thing, but I thought I could hear someone -- other than Pete -- breathing heavily, very close by. "Pete! Did you hear that?" I whispered. "No. Don't stop." He moaned. He started moving my hand faster, and his dick started throbbing. I felt him start to come, in my hand and then on my thigh. I wished this could have happened some other way, maybe when I wasn't scared to death. "Pete! You came all over my leg! We have to clean up." I said. "I'll go get something," he said. "Stay right here. I'll be back in a second." "No! Don't leave me here!" But he was already gone. As soon as Pete left, even the dim light that had been in the first room went out. After just a minute of silence, I heard footsteps coming towards me. "Pete? Is that you?" Then I realized I was hearing more than one set of feet, and they were coming from all directions. It sounded like an army. The footsteps stopped, and the air grew thicker and heavier. I felt like I could hardly get a breath. "Pete?" I whimpered. "Not Pete." A woman's voice answered me. She sounded like she was practically on top of me. "Oh!" I jumped, and bumped into something. Or someone. "I -- I'm sorry! If you could just show me the way ou-" a hand covered my mouth. The hand that covered my mouth was no longer the only hand I could feel. Dozens of hands ran over my body, someone cleaned my leg up, and then hands were under the skirt of my costume removing my panties. Someone's face pressed into my pussy, and breathed in like an animal, trying to get my scent. I thought I heard somebody say, "this is the one," but the words made no sense to me. I shook my head and mumbled against the hand, but I was lifted up off the floor and carried out of the room, almost like I was floating. We headed towards a flickering light, and I was carried into a room filled with black candles and heavy smoke in the air. The room was uncomfortably hot, and I could see a female-looking figure sitting at the top of the room in a large, carved chair. I was laid down on a large, cement table at her feet, close to the ground, and then all those hands started stripping my clothing off my body. I was terrified and tried to fight them, but in the blink of an eye they were tying my wrists and ankles down to the table. I was completely trapped, naked, and spread eagle at this strange woman's feet. One of the women who had tied me down spoke, "Here you are, Crone. As promised." The figure rose from her chair, and descended towards me. I could feel sweat sheening my skin as I realized she was completely naked. She knelt by my feet and took her hands and rubbed them up along my legs, from my ankles to the tops of my thighs, where she stopped. I noticed she had a large, ornate moonstone ring on her left ring finger. Then, she lowered her head between my legs and inhaled deeply. "Yes." She spoke quietly. "You're the one." Her breath teased my soft skin as she spoke, barely an inch away from my pussy. Through my fear, I began to feel...aroused. Moisture started to gather and flow from me as this woman continued breathing softly into my lips. My thighs began to tremble. With one single finger, she traced along the length of me, over my clit, tracing across my wetness, and then placed her finger in her mouth to taste me. With that, she leaned forward, gently parted my folds with her fingers, and licked upwards and began penetrating me with her tongue. All the women drew closer, and began stroking my body. I looked up at them as they began teasing my nipples to hardness. Someone kissed my neck, while two women knelt on either side of me and began sucking on my nipples, dragging their teeth gently across the sensitive flesh. The tongue that was inside of me withdrew, and moved up, until that woman's lips surrounded my clit and she began sucking me into her mouth, her tongue darting repeatedly against my clit. I had never felt anything like this before. I felt something building up inside me, and I was aching and throbbing. I was kissing someone as my back began to arch and my hips began moving in a rhythm with the woman who was eating my pussy. My moans were swallowed in someone's mouth, as hands began to gently untie me. I was lifted up into the air again, as my mysterious seductress lay down on the table. They positioned me so that I knelt above her face, her arms behind my legs, my arms extended out in front of me. I felt her hands grab hold of my ass as she once again buried her face in my pussy and started sucking on my clit again. I was moaning loudly now, and outright fucking this stranger's face, when I felt her finger begin dipping just slightly inside me -- barely the fingertip -- and then tracking back through the wetness that was dripping down my thighs by now. As I felt myself moving closer and closer to an edge, she finally slid one long finger inside my pussy. For a minute, I could feel heat and what was almost pain as her finger met resistance inside me. But then, as she moved further into me, I felt the heat build further, until my muscles were clenching around that finger and I was coming into her mouth. My body collapsed, and everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, Pete was standing over me. I was fully dressed. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Get up. Why are you lying down there?" "Pete! Oh my God! I was so scared," I began, as he helped me to my feet. "Cut it out! Stop being such a chicken. I was only gone a minute. Here, I brought you a napkin to clean up." I looked down at my now clean thigh, and could still feel the wetness between my legs, and the achy soreness inside me. "Darby, let's go. We're going to be late for the party." Pete led me back to our car in silence, as I thought about everything that had happened in that Haunted House. "What the hell?" I heard him mutter. When I looked up, the white truck that had followed us on the highway was pulling out of the driveway. A single pale hand waved out the window, a large moonstone ring winking in the moonlight.