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Hauntings of the Unexpected Ch. 01

By: Xelover



Synopsis: A girl makes a bet with her friends to prove she's not afraid of an old haunted house. Once she's inside, however, she realizes exactly why everyone says it's haunted, but maybe it's not as bad as she thought.

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts, including masturbation, some non-consensual scenes involving floating kitchen tools and a possessed shop-vac, plus many female-female incidents. If this sort of material is offensive to you in any way, or if you are not of the legal age of consent, do not read any further. 

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"NO, I DON'T WANNA GO IN THERE!" I yell out to them.

"YOU HAVE TO, HEATHER! YOU MADE A BET!" they shout back to me.

I am currently standing outside of the McCroy house, a house that everyone thinks is haunted, even me. I turn around and look up at the house, noticing for the hundredth time its spooky atmosphere. I don't wanna go inside, but I bet all my friends that I could spend two nights and a day in there. Sadly, tonight's the first night. Now I'm pretty much being forced into the house by my friends who will seal the door with some screws until morning on the day after tomorrow.

I don't know why I said I could do this. I'm 18 years old, I have better things to do than trying to impress my friends. I walk closer to the door, my friends all walk up behind me with the cordless power screwdriver. I feel the wind blow over my face, an eerie chill rushes up my spine.

"Well, here I go," I say to myself.

I walk up to the door and reach for the knob, which looks to be a bit rusted. I'm not surprised considering no one's lived here for years. I heard the house used to be painted white, but all of the paint has chipped off and the natural wood underneath may have had termites feasting on it. I turn the knob and push. It takes a bit of force, but the door opens.

I walk inside, looking around at the dark interior. I see nothing but a hallway to begin with, but I see doors that are the same color as the hallway, so they blend in. Between two of the doors, I see a lone dresser with nothing on top of it. The middle drawer is pulled out slightly and I notice that the drawer is empty inside. I walk further inside and I look behind the door, noticing a set of stairs on the other wall leading up to a second floor.

I look down the hall again and walk forward a bit more. I see something at the end of the hallway, and I have to squint my eyes to see it. There is a large door at the end of the hall, probably leading to the main part of the house. I walk forward some more, and I hear a loud noise.

SLAM!!!

I turn around, frightened out of my mind, and I realize that the door is shut. I shriek and run to the door, trying hard to turn the knob.

It will not budge. One of my friends is grasping it from the other side, preventing me from escaping.

Suddenly, I hear the whirring of the power screwdriver and the door rattling. I pound on the door and I hear them screwing in a few more screws. When they're done, I hear one of them talking to me.

"Don't worry, Heather, we'll come back in a couple of days and let you out!" she tells me.

My eyes begin to water, and I know I will not be able to do this. I scream out to them.

"NO, DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE!!! I CAN'T DO THIS!!! I WANNA LEAVE!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!"

I just hear them laughing and the sounds of them fade away. I turn around and press my back up against the door, sliding down to the ground, crying.

Stuck inside a haunted house for 36 hours. I'm such an idiot.

I stay on the ground for a few minutes until I stop crying, then I stand up and look around. Let's see. It's a haunted house, with no one inside. This shouldn't be that scary. I walk down the hall, curiosity possessing me to see what is at the end of the hallway, what is behind the large door that I saw earlier. In a short time, I walk up in front of the door.

It looks red with gold trim. It looks brand new, out of place in this abandoned house. I wrap my hand around the handle and push it down, pushing forward. The door is heavy, but it swings open as if it is lighter than air. Behind the door is a gigantic dining room, magnificently decorated with a 17th-century feel to it.

Like a Victorian house with a rich owner.

I walk inside the dining room, looking at the table arranged with fine china and a few porcelain dishes scattered along it. The table is already set for company and I feel a butler could arrive at any minute to serve me.

Suddenly, the door closes behind me.

I turn around and run back to the door, my frightened feelings from earlier all coming back to me at once. I pound against the door and grab the handle, pushing it down and pulling hard.

I almost fall backwards from the door swinging open so fast.

I look at the door again and my eye catches a glimpse of the spring on the hinges of the door. I sigh with huge relief at knowing the door is not haunted.

I step back from the door again, letting it swing itself shut again from the spring and I smile.

Maybe this house isn't haunted after all.

I turn around and walk up to the table, looking around at the golden forks and spoons sitting perfectly next to the plates. I look around the dining room and see another door near the corner of the room. I guess it must lead to the kitchen. I walk over to it and turn the knob, pulling it open.

Bingo!

I walk inside the kitchen and pull the door shut behind me. The floor is made of white tile and it is polished to a very shiny finish. The marble counters are flawless and the sink looks like it is made of silver. The sink even has one of those pull-out hand-held faucets! I walk over to the fridge, but I know there will be nothing good inside. Any food that was in here had to be expired by now.

I open the door and find a ton of food, all fresh and it all looks like it was made right before I got here. I close the fridge (I'm not hungry, I just wanted to check) and walk back through the doors I came in through, back into the dark and dreary hallway.

I want to see where all the doors go.

I walk over to a door I saw as soon as I walked inside, the one right next to the front door. I turn the handle and push it open, walking inside.

Behind that door is a beautifully built bathroom. Very convenient, but I'll check it out later.

I walk to the next door and open it up.

Nothing but a tiny closet with a broom, dustpan, and vacuum inside.

Next door, and I peek my head in to see what's behind it.

A bedroom, and it looks astounding! I walk inside.

The bed is a king-size, covered in white silk and at least twenty-something pillows against the headboard. On one wall is a wide dresser with a giant mirror placed above it. Another wall has a grandfather clock against it with an enormous picture of a woman with her hand on her cheek. The wall opposite the bed has nothing on it, completely blank.

I look back at the clock. It is 6:38. I've only been in this house for a half hour!

I walk over to the mirror and look into it. No dust is on it at all. I admire myself in the mirror, adoring my own brown eyes and long, brown hair, tied up in a ponytail behind me. I turn around and walk up to the bed, leaning down to smell if anyone died on it.

It smells like a fresh, crisp, summer breeze.

I crawl on it and lay my head against the pile of pillows. The softness of the bed and the relaxing feel of the pillows behind me make me get drowsy and I soon fall asleep.

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I wake up to a loud thud that sounds like it came from right next to me. I sit up and look around to see what that noise was. I pull the blankets off of me and sit on the side of the bed.

Wait a minute. I never covered up with a blanket. I must have done it while I was asleep.

I look over at the clock. It shows 8:10. By now, it has to be dark outside. I stand up from the bed and walk around the room, not finding anything that could have made a loud thud.

I yawn, and soon I crawl back into bed, covering up with the blanket again.

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I wake up again to another loud thud. I just open my eyes and look around, not wanting to get out of bed again. The clock shows 9:03. I cannot believe I was woken up again.

But then I hear it for the third time. It sounds like it's coming from right next to the bed. I sit up and look over the side of the bed.

Nothing. Again!

I get out of bed again and walk over to the dresser. I am not going to stand for waking up throughout the night. I pull open each drawer, looking for a nightgown or a robe to sleep in. I was uncomfortable sleeping in what I wore today. Though I can't explain the thuds, I probably kept waking up because I was uncomfortable wearing my regular clothes.

I pull a long, silky nightgown from the bottom drawer and I lay it across the bed. I slip off my tennis shoes and socks, then I pull the white t-shirt I was wearing above my head and I drop it on the ground. I also reach back and undo the clasp on my light blue lacy bra and it drops to the floor as well, revealing my B-cup beauties and my pink nipples to the air.

I unsnap the button on my jeans and pull them down my legs to the floor, creating a pile of clothes next to the bed. Soon to follow are my light blue panties. I grab the nightgown from the bed and pull it over my shoulders, buttoning the only three buttons it has.

I always like to sleep with nothing but a nightgown on. It feels so comfortable, but there's just one thing strange about this whole situation.

Ever feel like someone's watching you get undressed?

It seems like I was being watched as I removed my bra and panties, but this house can't be haunted from what I saw today. I crawl back into bed, cover up, and fall asleep again.

It can't be haunted, right?

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THUD!

I am tired of waking up to a thud!

I sit up again and flip the blanket off of me. Something strikes me as odd, though.

I'm naked.

I've never slept completely naked before, and I didn't have a dream where I took my nightgown off.

Now I could believe the house is haunted.

I move and sit on the side of the bed, looking around for my clothes.

I cannot find any of my clothes on the ground!

Okay, don't panic. There is a perfectly normal explanation for whatever is going on here. I just don't know what it is.

I stand up and look over at the clock again.

10:00 exactly.

I walk around the room and look for my clothes. Maybe I didn't leave them where I thought I left them.

They are nowhere to be found.

I walk over to the door and try to open it.

The knob will not turn in any direction.

I suddenly hear a voice coming from somewhere behind me.

"HEEEEELP USSSSSSSSS"

I look behind me, looking around for something, anything that I did not see before.

"HEEEEELP USSSSSSSSS"

I look around, frightened now, and then I see the mirror turn a bright, purplish color. I walk over to the mirror and look into it. The purple color fades, and I see myself in the mirror still naked, as if nothing else had changed.

Suddenly, I see something else in the mirror. A beautiful woman who is also naked is walking up behind me. When I turn around, I see nothing out of the ordinary, but as I look into the mirror, the woman gets closer and closer to me. In the mirror, I see her placing her hands on my shoulders. I can see her from the corner of my eye, I can feel her rubbing my shoulders, but as I turn my head, I again see nothing unusual.

As soon as I look back into the mirror, I see and feel her rubbing my shoulders again. Her hands travel down my arms and back up to my shoulders, massaging them and working their way to my back. She massages my back, and then her hands slip under my arms, pushing them outward. Her hands find their way to my breasts, and she rubs all around, rubbing my nipples with her fingers. I close my eyes, focusing on the feelings and not the fact that I'm being molested by a ghost.

My nipples harden as she rubs them, and I open my eyes and stare into the mirror again. I see her walk around my body, and I glimpse her red hair, red nipples, and dark green eyes. I see her in the mirror turning around to face me, but I cannot see her when I look down. I look back in the mirror and see her leaning down, taking my right nipple in her mouth. I feel her lips around my nipple. I close my eyes and feel her tongue flicking over the tip as her lips softly suck.

I feel her fingers again rubbing my left nipple, and after a few minutes they switch. Feeling her lips now on my left nipple and her fingers on my right, I start to get a little moist in my nether region. Almost on autopilot, I wrap my arms around her, feeling her soft, warm skin under my hands. I am shocked that I can do this, and I open my eyes and look down.

My arms instantly come together and I can't feel her on me like before. It's as if she vanished the second I tried to look at her.

I look back in the mirror, close my eyes, and try to do it again. My arms wrap around her body and I feel her lips and fingers on my nipples again. My own right hand drops down her body and I grab her left butt cheek, squeezing and kneading it in my hand. I have never once been attracted to a woman, but the feelings she is giving me are irresistible and I want to feel more.

She releases my nipple from her mouth, replacing it with her other hand, but I can feel her kiss me once below my breasts, then again on my belly button, then I feel her kiss my clit. I buck my hips slightly at the feeling and my legs fail under me. I drop to the floor and accidentally open my eyes. She disappears again, and I know that without a mirror, these feelings cannot continue. I stand up, wanting to look back into the mirror, but now I just want to cum. I walk over to the bed and climb on. I get under the blankets and spread my legs, sliding my right hand down my body and slipping my middle finger inside my twat, pumping it in and out a few times, feeling my own wetness swallow my finger.

I blink and notice something strange on the empty wall in front of the bed.

It's not empty anymore. It's become a giant mirror.

I sit up and flip the blankets off me, crawling over to the foot of the bed. I look in the mirror and I see it flash a purplish color. I use the mirror to look at where I was standing before and I see the woman from earlier standing there, looking into the other mirror.

"Hey!" I call out to her.

I see her in the mirror turning to look at me and she walks over to the side of the bed. I turn my head towards her like an idiot, thinking I'll see her. Of course, she's nowhere in the room until I look back into the mirror.

I see her walk in front of me and turn towards me. Strangely, I am looking through her body as if she was a spirit or something. She walks towards me even more and kneels at the foot of the bed. In the mirror, I am getting a great view of her ass and the bottom of her pussy. However, I know what she wants to do, and I want it, too.

I spread my legs and instantly feel her mouth on my pussy, her tongue stretching far into my hole, farther than humanly possible. I can feel her thumb drawing circles around my clit, rubbing it and making my pussy spasm. I close my eyes and lay back on the bed, letting her do wonderful things to me.

It is not long before I feel a rumbling inside me. I know I am about to cum soon. Suddenly I feel her shove a lubricated finger up my ass and I lose it.

My pussy quakes, my body shakes, my clit throbs, and the bed starts to rock. I feel like this orgasm is going to paralyze me or break a bone or something. It feels incredible, an orgasm stronger than I've ever had before, and it lasts for quite a while.

I keep my eyes closed after my orgasm fades, thinking she's going to give me another one.

I feel nothing.

I open my eyes and look around. The wall is blank again as if nothing ever happened. I am under the blankets again. I am also fully clothed, back in my old clothes, and the nightgown is laid across the bed just like I had it before I put it on.

Everything's back to normal.

I sit up and work my way to the side of the bed. I stand up and walk over to the door, glancing quickly at the clock as I'm walking.

5:48 in the morning.

I turn the knob and walk out into the hallway. I look around, but I don't know what I'm looking for. I know I should be tired since it's past 5:30 in the morning, but if you add it up, I slept more than my eight hours. I walk over to the kitchen again, but I hear a loud thud coming from behind me.

I'm so sick of that sound. Time to find out what it is.

I walk over to where I heard the sound, which seemed like it was coming from the closet. I lean over and place my ear against the closet door, listening for anything unusual.

THUD!!!

I stumble backwards at how loud that was in my ear. The closet is definitely where the sound was coming from. I walk over and open the closet. I look down and see something creepy.

Now I know the house is haunted.

I see an old-fashioned vacuum pointing its hose right at me. My face turns from annoyed to terrorized and I turn towards the big red door and start running. The vacuum wheels itself out of the closet and chases me down the hall. I run as fast as I can, and I get so close to the door, but then I am tripped somehow. I land on the floor and look behind me. The vacuum pulls its cord back into itself and rolls up to me. I look into the hose of the vacuum and realize that the nozzle is so small. The vacuum must be useless because the nozzle couldn't pick up much more than dust. Maybe a small marble, but nothing bigger.

The vacuum attacks me with its hose, I hear the engine rev up loudly and it starts pulling at my shirt. It lets go, but soon goes for my face. I grab the hose and throw it back at itself, turning and beginning to crawl towards the big door. I get there and reach up for the handle, grabbing it, but it's yet another incident where the handle will not budge.

Suddenly the vacuum slips its hose up the bottom of the leghole of my jeans, snaking its way up my leg. I feel the nozzle slip into the leghole of my panties and it goes straight for my clit. I feel it sucking strongly at my clit, making me wet and horny again.

My hand flattens out against the door, my body sliding down to the floor. I flip over, the sensations of it possessing me to slip my hand up my shirt, slipping under my bra to rub my hard nipples.

It feels so good, and eventually my body tenses up. I can feel sexual pulses traveling through my body, and they only have one hole to escape from.

My juices flow freely out of my pussy and the vacuum sucks them up as they flow. Even the vacuum cleaning me feels good, and I have orgasm after orgasm until my body is almost unable to create any more fluids. The vacuum pulls its hose out of my jeans and it rolls itself back into the closet.

The door shuts by itself. The loud thuds stop.

I just stay where I am, enjoying my state of mind as I remember what has happened to me so far. I agree with everyone, the house is haunted, but I know now that it's not the bad kind of haunted, where everything wants to kill you.

It's the good kind. The very, VERY good kind.

I roll over and stand up. Part of me wants to be haunted into an orgasm again, but another part of me wants to leave and tell everyone I know about what has happened to me so far.

Yeah, right. Who would believe me?

I look around, thinking that there must be something that I haven't seen yet. I wrap my hand around the handle of the big door and push down. The handle goes down easily and I push the door open, walking into the dining room again. I look around again and I am still amazed at the elegant dishes and utensils. I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge.



Hauntings of the Unexpected Ch. 01



I haven't had anything to eat in, like, 9 hours.

I look around inside and see a bunch of food. There's roast lamb, vanilla pudding, fruit salad, and what looks like Red Velvet cake. There's even lemonade and grape juice in here. I pull out the fruit salad, the pudding and the grape juice pitcher and carry them out of the kitchen. I set the two bowls and the pitcher onto the table. I look around and find a place to eat, beautifully put together with my very own fine china and a crystal glass. I take the plate that is sitting there (it must be clean, because everything else is spotless) and I pick up one of the spoons laying around. I use it to serve myself some fruit salad and then I use another spoon for the pudding. I pour myself half a glass of grape juice and I start to eat.

Everything is normal as I'm eating my fruit salad. Once I finish and start eating the pudding, the table starts shaking. I set my spoon down and scoot my chair away from the table. The table stops shaking, but everything on it continues to shake. Suddenly, every fork on the table (there might have been about 12 forks) all rise up into the air, floating, and they all throw themselves at me.

They must be trying to hurt me this time.

I dive off my chair and begin running towards the red door. Before I can, though, a few of the forks fly in front of me and stop me from getting to the door. They all surround me and close in on me. Four of them fly at me and slide up my shirt, while a few others fly down to my waist. Two of the forks fly under my arms and lift them up while the four forks inside my shirt pull it above my head. My shirt soon lands on the floor and I look down and see a fork picking open the button of my jeans. Once the button pops open, the fork hooks into the loop on my zipper and it yanks down, unzipping my jeans.

I know where this is going.

I reach back and unsnap my bra, letting it fall to the floor. The forks, by then, have already finished pulling my panties to the ground. I kick off my shoes and socks to help the haunted forks remove my panties completely.

I must admit, I am confused about what these forks are about to do to me.

Completely naked, I feel something cold on my back. I turn around and see the spoon I used to serve my pudding with floating in front of me. I guess it just rubbed pudding on my back to get my attention. I see the bowl of pudding lift from the table and float over to me. The spoon dips back into the bowl and gets a heaping amount of pudding, flying over to me and smearing it all over my right breast. It dips in again, and soon I have pudding on my left breast as well. Some butter knives float over to me as the spoon is smearing more pudding on my ass and pussy (I made sure to spread my legs to help out) and the knives smooth out the pudding on my breasts, also rubbing it into my nipples and making them hard.

I realize I am now pretty much covered in pudding. Disgusting!

I walk into the kitchen, the pudding between my legs feels quite uncomfortable, but my juices that were dripping from the experience mixed in and made it a little better. As I walk into the kitchen, I am greeted by a rattling sink, and suddenly the hand faucet pulls out and drifts over to me. I reach out for it, but it sprays my hand with boiling hot water. I yank my hand back in pain, and it floats up, spraying my face with warm water, not hot like before. I lift my hand up to my eyes and rub them, trying to wipe away the water so I can see. I walk forward, towards the main part of the sink so I can wash myself off.

The sink, however, has other plans.

Suddenly, a silverware drawer near the floor slides open and trips me. The only reason I didn't see it coming was because, at the time, I COULDN'T SEE!!! Anyway, before I land face first on the floor, I swing my arms forward and catch myself. I flip over so I can see what's about to happen next.

The hand faucet floats down towards me and sprays between my breasts with hot, but not too hot, water. It is hot enough to actually feel good. It then sprays hot water all over my breasts, cleaning my breasts of the vanilla mess, but also flooding the floor.

The faucet switches its spray from shower to jet and aims the water right at my hard nipples. I close my eyes and moan, it feels sooooooo good.

Switching back to spray again, it shoots hot water down my stomach and into my bush, cleaning all of the pudding from my hair. I roll on my side and spread my legs, giving the faucet easy access to that whole area. It sprays all over my pussy and ass until I am clean, and then it sprays up and down my back, cleaning the first streak of pudding that was rubbed on me.

Switching back to jet again, the sink shoots water directly at my clit. I lose my balance and I roll the wrong way, onto my stomach. The water does not stop, though, and soon my cum mixes with the flood on the floor. My body vibrates, rippling the pool of water under me and I look into it, seeing an image of the woman from earlier, the one from the mirror. I see her reach towards me, and then water raises and takes the shape of her hands. I should be shocked by this or scared or something, but right now I'm too horny and lost in the moment to care.

She reaches up and begins rubbing my breasts again, just like before. I reach up with one arm and wrap my hand around her arm.

I guess I'm able to, now.

She kneads my breasts while the sink hoses down my clit, soon I am cumming again into the water. I moan loudly, closing my eyes and dropping my head.

I open my eyes to find the water has vanished. The sink faucet has returned to where it was (or maybe it never moved to begin with). I stand up and walk into the dining room, putting my clothes back on. I notice another grandfather clock in the corner opposite of the door leading into the kitchen.

I see 6:09, but then it clicks to 6:10.

I walk out of the dining room. Everything that's happened so far, even if it never really happened, makes me feel a little bit dirty. I remember seeing a bathroom right next to the door. I walk down the hall and turn the knob to the bathroom, opening the door. I look around in awe.

This is, in fact, my first time actually looking around the bathroom to see what it has inside.

White, shiny floor. Spotless white toilet. A sink made of brass. A personal jacuzzi. A bathtub and shower (as well as a shower curtain with a repeating spiral design).

To sum it up, this bathroom looks incredible!

I walk over to the sink and bend down to the cupboard underneath. I open it, hoping to find a towel. I pull out a long, blue beach towel.

This'll work.

I set the towel on the sink and I get naked again, laying my clothes on the back of the toilet. I grab the towel and set it on top of my clothes (within easy reach of the shower), then I step in the tub.

I look around and find the two dials for the shower. I turn them and adjust the water to my liking, then I step under the torrent of water.

I find the soap on a shelf above me, something I didn't notice the second I walked in here. I wash my body and especially my breasts, ass, and pussy. They need to be cleaned after what happened to me (or didn't happen).

The shower is normal, which is something I didn't expect. I washed my body, washed my hair, all without anything weird happening to me. You'd think with me being naked in the shower, any ghost could take advantage of me.

I turn the water off and reach for the towel.

There is no towel.

I poke my head out from behind the curtain and look for the towel.

I do not see a towel, but I do notice something strange.

All of my clothes have been folded.

Ah, well. Better than nothing.

I step out of the tub, naked and dripping with water, and I walk over to my clothes. I grab my t-shirt and dry my face off with it.

As I slip it across my nose, it smells like it just came from the dry cleaners. All of my clothes smell like they have just been freshly cleaned.

Impossible. I couldn't have been in the shower for more than ten minutes.

I hear something behind me. I turn around and notice that the jacuzzi is filled with water and bubbling.

Weird.

I set my shirt back down on the toilet and walk over to the jacuzzi. My body is still dripping from my shower, but this is more important.

Suddenly I am forcefully pushed from behind and I flip over the side and fall into the jacuzzi, making a big splash. However, the pain of the impact and the pleasurable feelings caused by the jacuzzi balance out and I just sit down, lean back, and I enjoy it. I drop my hands into the bubbling water so my hands can enjoy it, too.

Suddenly, I feel bubbles wrapping around my hands. Not like a jacuzzi, but like a restraint. I can't move my hands. Then, I feel bubbles wrapping around my ankles, and I can't move my legs, either. Bubbles wrap around my waist, my knees, and soon I am unable to move any part of my body at all.

Suddenly, jets in front of me (that weren't on before) turn on and spray bubbles directly into my nipples and my clit. I know I can't do anything about it (not that I would want to) because I can't move, so I just let the bubbly massage bring me to orgasm a couple of times before something unexpected happens.

The bar of soap that I used for my shower comes floating out, over to me and the jacuzzi. It floats in front of me, then dunks itself under the water. I see it traveling down until it is next to my pussy. It begins molding itself into a long, penis-shaped sculpture, and then it slips itself inside my pussy.

As it goes in and out, it does not feel as slippery as soap should feel. It feels like a real dick, friction and all.

This, along with the jets, brings me to countless more orgasms. Eventually I experience sexual overload and I pass out in the middle of an orgasm.

I wake up in bed, under the blankets again. I gaze over at the clock.

11:37 a.m.

Well, I guess it's time to wake up again and see what awaits me today.

I walk out of the bedroom into the hall. I've got more than a whole day left, and instead of being scared of this house, I'm bored already. I close the door behind me and I sit down, leaning back against the bedroom door.

What am I going to do today?

I've already checked out the entire...

Wait a second! I never saw the upstairs!

I stand up and walk over near the front door and look to my left, again seeing the set of stairs leading to the second floor. I turn and walk up the first three.

The stairs turn along the wall before they keep going, so I follow the curve of the stairs and keep going up.

The stairs go up forever, and it takes me a really long time to get to the top.

When I reach the top, I find myself in another hallway, this time filled with doors. I see four doors on each side and at the very end is another set of stairs.

I want to see what's inside each of these doors, but a bigger part of me is telling me to walk up the set of stairs at the end.

I start walking forward, pulled by my curiosity towards the stairs at the end of the hall. Nothing else matters at this moment. Only the stairs.

Only the stairs.

I reach the end of the hall and take my first step on the stairs. I inhale deeply, and exhale in confidence.

I can do this.

I walk up the stairs and reach the top very quickly (there was only, like, 8 stairs), opening the door and finding what looks like an attic at the top. Boxes are everywhere. A single light hangs from the ceiling in the center. It has already been turned on.

I walk further inside and turn to shut the door. It closes, and I hear the click of it as it shuts.

As I turn back around, though, I do not see an attic with boxes like before.

I'm in some girl's bedroom.

I look around. Pink walls, shelves everywhere with stuffed animals galore upon them. A queen bed with pink blankets and multi-colored pillows. It is a very pretty bedroom.

I walk around and see a nightstand by the bed, with a single drawer and a tiny lamp sitting on it. I also notice another enormous picture of a woman with her hand on her cheek, the same picture from the other bedroom.

"Do you like it?" says a voice behind me.

I turn around and see an 18-or-19-year-old girl with brown hair and bright blue eyes staring at me.

"That's a picture of my mother. My father's the one who painted it," she says.

I tell her it's nice.

"Thanks," she says.

"Um," I stammer, "how did I get here?"

"Oh," she laughs, "I brought you here."

"What?" I ask.

"I brought you here," she tells me. "I wanted to have some fun with you."

"What kind of fun?" I ask her.

"Come on," she says, "who do you think fucked you with pudding?"

I am one part shocked, nine parts confused at hearing this.

"I see you don't understand. You see, when you walked in this house, you woke us all up from our rest. This house used to belong to me and my family."

I nod.

"We used to have some crazy parties in this house. A lot of parties and a lot of orgies whenever my parents left for another one of their 'vacations.' We had a really fun time."

"Why did you have orgies in this house?" I ask her.

She walks towards me and leans up against me. Her soft breasts press up against mine and her hand goes behind my head. Her face gets dangerously close to mine. When she speaks, her breath smells like peppermint.

"Isn't it obvious by now? I'm a nympho. I always get whatever I want, and I use any means necessary to get it. After a while, since sex became something that I usually used to get what I want, I learned to love having sex."

She kisses me.

"But after a while someone who I used to fuck went crazy and pumped poisonous gasses into this house and killed everyone inside in the middle of our orgy. I guess he got jealous of how many partners I had besides him or something," she laughs.

This is too much.

I begin to inch my way around her, and I turn to run out the door.

There is no door.

"You're not thinking of escaping me, are you?" she asks with a pouty voice.

"I can't do this," I say, turning towards her. "You're dead. You're not real."

"Now, now," she sighs. "That's never stopped you from having an orgasm before."

The expression on my face is terror. "Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why is this house constantly raping me?"

"Okay," she sighs. "One, it's only rape if you don't want it. And from what I've seen from you so far, you've wanted it every time. Two, weren't you listening when I said we had orgies in this house?"

"What does that matter?" I ask.

"When everyone died, and the police investigated, the police found the person responsible. They put him in jail for life and they cleaned the bodies out of this house. The orgies never stopped, though. All of my friends, all of my lovers, all of their ghosts are still roaming around in this place. As crazy as it sounds, I remember a psychic coming over to the house and talking to me, telling me that the house can return to the way it was."

"How?" I ask.

"She said that we could all come back from the dead and live again, but only if we found a way to convince someone from the outside to do what we all did years ago."

"What does that mean?" I ask.

She leans closer to me again and kisses me. Her hand travels up my shirt and cups my breast through my bra.

"You, my soon-to-be lover, are the key to giving us life again. That's why you've been fucked so many times so far. If you become our sex slave, all of us can live again."

"I won't," I tell her.

She leans over to me and waves her hand over my face. Suddenly, both of us are naked.

"You don't have a choice anymore," she whispers to me. She pushes me hard and I fall backwards.

Suddenly, I am laying in her bed and she is on all fours above me, her pussy almost touching my nose.

"Lick me, you bitch!" she shouts as she drops her pussy onto my face.

"No!" I try to scream, but my voice is muffled under her pussy.

"Lick me now!" she shouts.

I slip my hands under her legs and push her off of me, but when I do, she spins around above me and kisses me passionately. Suddenly, my mind switches from defensive to completely willing and I kiss her back, slipping my tongue into her mouth and wrapping my arms around her. When we break the kiss, she spins around again and drops her pussy onto my face. This time, I happily dig my tongue inside of her pussy, scooping out as much of her juices as I could.

I reach my hands up and grab her ass, gently squeezing her soft cheeks in my hands and kneading them in circles as I feast on her womanhood. Her moans are muffled, though, as she is eating me out as well with extreme skill and tenderness. It feels intense.

I switch my technique. Instead of licking her pussy, I begin flicking my tongue around and over her clit. I reach my hand up so I can slip a few fingers inside her pussy and I pump them in and out. The fingers of my other hand slip inside her ass and pump with the same speed and rhythm. She immediately stops eating me, as she is now too busy moaning and grunting from the feeling of it all.

After a while of doing this, my fingers become soaked with her cum and it even drips onto my face. Her orgasm triggers my orgasm, and I jiggle on the bed under her.

We rest for a few minutes after having orgasms like that.

We get up, and I notice the door is back. I walk over to the door and open it. As I walk out, I hear her talk to me once more.

"Hey!" she said to me. "So, will you be our sex slave?"

"I'll think about it," I tell her calmly.

"NO!" she screams as she runs at me.

I swing the door shut just in time. I hear a pound on the door, and then I hear nothing. I open the door again and find that the room has gone back the way it was before, full of boxes and a single hanging light.

The light was turned off.

I shut the door and exhale deeply, glad that was over. I turn around and walk down the stairs, all 8 of them. Once I reach the bottom, I look around at each of the doors that are in this second hallway.

Where could these doors lead?

I start at the wall on my left, opening the first door I come to, the first of 8 doors.

I turn the knob and push it open.

The room is pitch black, and I walk inside. I feel a sudden chill travel through me, but I shut the door behind me anyway. I feel around the door, searching for a light switch or something.

I find nothing.

Suddenly, a lamp in the middle of the room clicks on, and I see nothing but that single lamp sitting in the middle of the room. The lamp has no cord and no plug.

It clicks off. I turn around, feeling for the knob so I can leave this room.

I can't find it.

The lamp clicks on again, and I can see the door, but I still can't see the knob.

It disappeared. There is no knob on the door.

I turn around, and the lamp clicks back off. I can't see a thing without that light.

It clicks on again, and I see a younger girl, a couple years younger than me, sitting with her legs crossed behind the lamp. She has blonde hair and she's wearing a pink tank top and white shorts. Her head is down slightly, so I can't see her eyes.

The lamp clicks off.

I wait for it to click back on, but I hear something.

"Are you here for the game?"

The lamp clicks on.

I see the girl standing up now, starting to walk towards me.

"Are you here for the game?" she asks me.

"What game?" I ask.

The lamp clicks off.

I back up, pressing my back against the door.

The lamp clicks on again, and she is suddenly only a few inches in front of me.

Something behind her catches my eye for a second.

Another girl, about 20 years old this time, is sitting next to the lamp. She stands up, and I notice her dark hair (I can't tell her exact color in this light). She is wearing a white spaghetti strap shirt and she is also wearing white shorts (a different style than the other girl's, though). She starts walking towards me.




Hauntings of the Unexpected Ch. 01



The lamp clicks off.

"Come on, you know. We always play a game of Who First every three days."

"What's 'Who First?'" I ask.

The lamp clicks on again, and I see a man standing up on the other side of the lamp. He looks about 20 himself, and he is clean-cut. Short brown hair, no hair on his face. He is wearing no shirt, showing off his muscled physique, but he is wearing dark pants (I can't tell the color or type of pants in this terrible light).

"Who First," says the man walking towards me, "is a game where we all have an orgy right here in the dark. Anything goes, and the first person to orgasm is out. The game continues until only one person is left."

The girl in front of me removes her clothes, and then so does the other girl. The guy walks up to me and in only a few seconds yanks my shirt off.

"Hey, wait a minute!" I hiss at him. "What if I don't want to play?"

"Sorry," he says, "but we need four people to play."

My own interest about this game is what draws me to play. "You're a guy. You can't possibly last longer than three of us girls."

"Hey," he laughs. "Maybe I can last longer than you think. Maybe I'm just here for the sex. You never know, you know?"

I decided to try it out.

"Alright, I'm in. Let's play," I say as I strip naked. The man takes off his pants.

He is not wearing underwear and he is already hard. From what I see, he could easily be 10 inches long and maybe a couple inches thick.

We all move up next to each other.

The lamp clicks off, and the game begins.

I immediately grab the shoulders of the man and jump onto him, lowering my cunt onto his dick.

I feel his dick head rubbing on my lips, and I lower even further. His monster slides past my lips, and I can feel every inch of it as it is pushed inside me.

Suddenly, he lowers himself to the ground and I feel a wet finger slipping into my asshole along with breasts on my arm and soft lips on my nipple. A girl must be behind me, so I swing my hand behind me, instantly finding what feels like her leg. I feel around and find her moist pussy. I slip my fingers inside.

She moans, this is the younger girl, but I also hear the wet smacking sounds of oral sex.

I know the older girl must be getting eaten out by this man. I keep jumping up and down on this man's huge dick, but I lean forward and reach for the girl above his face using my free hand. She is facing away from me (smart move, she makes it more difficult for anyone else to touch her), but I wrap my arm around her and fondle her breasts, teasing her nipples until she moans and leans back.

I lean forward, now having to just move back and forth to keep fucking him, and I take her right nipple into my mouth, sucking gently and licking the delicious bud.

Now I fully understand how the game is played. Everyone tries to give everyone else an orgasm without having one themselves. It's a pretty fun game.

My hand is still pumping the young girl's pussy, but I feel the older girl's lips wrapping around my own nipple, circling it with her tongue. I reach forward with my free hand and rub her clit while she's getting licked by the man under her.

I feel the man under me shoot his cum deep inside my pussy, and soon he goes limp. I lift myself off of his dick and he crawls out from underneath us.

One down. I knew he couldn't last against three girls.

The older woman inches herself underneath me and begins eating me out. I sit up, but then I suddenly feel both of the younger girl's hands rubbing my breasts and flicking my nipples. I feel her kissing me (that means she's right in front of me) and I push her backwards until she falls. I did not hear a noise, which means she must have caught herself on the older woman's legs. I lean forward and lower my mouth onto the younger girl's pussy, slipping my hands under her so I can finger the older girl's pussy. I feel the hands of the older girl rubbing my breasts and nipples.

The pleasure is too much for me. I cum all over the older woman's face and moan into the younger girl's pussy. I let my orgasm completely drain out of me before I roll off of the two girls.

Two down. Oops!

The lamp suddenly clicks on, allowing me to see what exactly is happening. The older woman and the younger girl 69 each other. I walk over to the guy, who is sitting off to the side stroking himself as he watches the two remaining girls in action.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"I was finished, but then after a while of hearing you girls doing each other, I got hard again and needed to cum again."

"Why did the light turn back on?" I ask.

"Because," he says, "when it comes down to the final two, the light turns back on so it's harder to take the other person by surprise."

"Do you, uh, need me to help you with that?" I ask him, watching his hand moving furiously along his dick.

"Please do," he gasps, laying back on the floor again. His hand falls off his dick, and I take it in my mouth. I almost choke on it because it's so long, but after I relax, I am able to swallow the whole thing.

After I blow him a few times, he tells me to turn around and I do. He pulls my pussy onto his mouth and I feel his tongue licking up and down my slit. I buck my hips into his face, and then he really starts eating me. The pleasure I feel from him licking my cunt causes me to lose focus for a second, which, in turn, causes me to choke on his cock. I pull my head up as soon as this happens, and he shoots his cum all over my face as I'm coughing. Once I can breathe again, I use my fingers to wipe his cum into my mouth and I swallow it all.

I love the taste of his cum.

The light clicks off again, but only for a few seconds.

When it clicks back on again, the light has a slight shade of blue.

The younger girl stands up and the light flickers back to its normal color.

He keeps licking me until I cum all over him, but afterwards I stand up.

"What happened?" I ask no one in particular.

"I won" says the younger girl.

"So now what?" I ask her.

"You've never played this game before, have you?" asks the older girl.

"Not even once," I say.

"After someone wins," says the man behind me, "we all pitch in to give her the orgasm she never had. No holding back."

My eyes sparkle when I hear that.

We all walk over to the younger girl and everyone descends to the floor.

The guy shoves his monster cock into her ass and fucks her hard while I get a good taste of her pussy. The older woman licks and fondles her breasts.

Her pussy tastes delicious. Like a mixture of sugar and maple syrup. It must be because she's a minor.

Forbidden pussy is the best-tasting pussy.

As I eat her out, I lower my hand to my own pussy and pleasure myself.

After a while, her juices gushed with a different, much stronger flavor, like a new mixture of pickles with molasses. This new-tasting fluid was reflexively squeezed onto my face as she came, dripping down my cheeks.

My orgasm followed shortly after.

As everyone else backed off from giving her her orgasm, I'm still wriggling on the floor with my eyes shut, having my own orgasm. Everyone else chuckled for a second, then the room got quiet.

I looked around. No one was around me anymore.

I stood up and walked over to the door.

As I walked out, the lamp clicked off.

I continued down the left wall and opened the next door.

I walked inside to find myself in a very formal-looking room.

It looks like a family room. There is a couch on the far wall, a television with surround sound on the left wall, and a desk on the opposite wall. The room has a very warm feel to it as it is painted dark red and there was an orange circular rug in the center of the floor. Under the rug was white shag carpet and there was yet another picture hanging on one wall of the same woman as before with her hand on her cheek.

Who is that woman?

I walk inside and shut the door behind me. I look back and see a beautiful wood carving of an eagle sitting on the branch of a tree hanging on the back of the door.

As I turn back and look at the family room, I notice a giant dream-catcher hanging on the wall. I didn't notice it before, I wasn't far enough into the room to see it.

I walk forward and plop down on the couch, looking around the cozy room.

I could get used to being here.

I notice a panel of buttons on the left arm of the couch. Flat, silver, with six buttons arranged in a 3-by-2 setup. I push the top middle button and a leg-rest under me flips up, causing my legs to fly up until they are straight out in front of me.

Oh! I see what the buttons are for! Reclining!

I look around me again, and I notice something else I couldn't see earlier.

A clock on the side of the TV. A grandfather clock just like the one in the bedroom I first went into.

It shows 5:05. I have thirteen hours left until I leave this house.

I see something strange out of the corner of my eye. The dream-catcher is glowing a bright yellow. The web of strings inside of it has become a solid circle of light, greenish in color. It almost resembles a portal of some sort now.

I was right.

Suddenly, a stream of white smoke drifts out of the dream-catcher and begins to flow downward. It flows from the dream-catcher down to the floor, then hovers above the floor, traveling slowly towards me. I climb farther up the couch, getting as far away from it as the couch would let me.

It reaches the couch and begins to travel up and around the leg-rest. I see the tip of it as it flows over the edge of the leg-rest, now coming straight for me. I climb farther up, now sitting on top of the couch, watching the long stream of white smoke, still flowing out of the dream-catcher and coming towards me.

Suddenly, it kind of jumps at me and flows around me, engulfing my waist. It spreads out now, covering my entire shirt and half of my pants, trying to completely cover my whole body. It covers my neck and starts making its way up my face.

My mouth gets covered by the smoke, and I try to wiggle free of the smoke.

No luck.

It covers my nose, but it doesn't stop my breathing. It doesn't even try to flow into my nose.

My eyes and hair soon get covered, and I can't see anything besides my body. It's as if I'm in an aura of smoke, and I can only see what's inside the aura.

I look down. The smoke around me turns grayish and my clothes start melting, MELTING off of my body. I reach down and catch a sliver of clothing as it falls from my stomach, and then it fades away in my hand.

My breasts suddenly begin to grow. Not that that's something that is exactly scaring me right now, I've always wanted bigger breasts. I just didn't expect it is all.

Once my breasts grow from B-cups to DD-cups, the smoke lifts and vanishes. I'm back in the family room like before.

The only difference: I'm naked with bigger breasts.

I look over at the dream-catcher. It looks like it did before.

I look over at the woman in the picture.

She looks so peaceful, staring into space with her hand on her cheek. She seems like she is daydreaming about something.

Then she looks at me.

I stand up on the couch and hop off, looking at the picture again.

It looks like nothing changed. Was I just seeing things?

I blink twice and rub my eyes.

Looking back at the picture, I notice the image has changed.

Where as before, she had her hand on her cheek, now she has her hand on her opposite shoulder.

I stare hard at the picture, and again she looks at me.

I'm not just seeing things.

I step back, even farther away from the picture, before I see it change in front of my eyes.

She grabs the shoulder of the dress she's wearing and pulls it down over the top of her arm, revealing her shoulder.

I can't believe what I just saw.

And then it changes again.

She lifts her other hand up and pulls her dress down over her other shoulder.

I start to walk forward, rubbing my eyes again as I get closer.

She pulls her dress even farther down her body, and soon the picture shows the woman with her dress pulled down and bunched under her breasts, showing off her delicate white lace bra. Her breasts are just a bit larger than mine are now.

I walk up to the picture and see it change again.

She begins to do a strip-tease for me.

In the picture, I see her pull her dress down past the edge of the picture frame but still work with it a little (she must be taking it off). The she looks back into my eyes and she lifts her left hand up to her right bra strap, slipping it over her shoulder, letting it fall down her arm.

She does the same with the other bra strap, then reaches behind her and unsnaps her clasp.

Her bra falls forward, and drops out of the picture, landing on the floor.

That's right. It dropped OUT of the picture and landed ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ROOM!!!

I look down and see the white bra on the floor, walking forward and picking it up, looking back at her.

"Keep it," she tells me in a voice that I can only describe as perfect.

I drop it back on the floor and gaze at her big breasts, those dark pink nipples pointed directly at me and making me wet between my legs (even though I just had, like, three orgasms in the last room).

I see white smoke suddenly flow from the picture to the floor in front of me. The smoke takes the shape of her, then it BECOMES her.

I look over her shoulder. The picture behind her shows nothing except the background she was in.

She continues her striptease by removing her white panties, dropping them to the floor, revealing her gorgeous pussy to my unworthy eyes.

For some reason, I feel like she is a goddess and I am nothing but a peasant. I drop to my knees and bow to her divine form.

"Rise," she says. "You must give me what I desire, and in return I will give you what you desire."

I lift myself up, but I am still kneeling on the floor. The shag carpet does not feel good rubbing against my knees, but I must show respect to the goddess before me.

"Do you know what I desire?" she asks, and I begin to sweat.

I can only think of one answer, but I am too afraid to say it, afraid I may be wrong.

"Uh..." I cannot say it, it is too risky.

"Answer me," she commands.

I cannot go against her commands. She is a goddess. I am nothing compared to her.

"Uh... is, um... is it... well... an orgasm?" I smile in order to hide my fear, for I know that my answer is wrong.

"Rise to your feet," she commands. I stand up immediately.

"Come to me," she says. I walk towards her until I am only a few inches away from her body.

She is taller than me. My eyes are on the same level as her chin.

She wraps her hand behind my head and pulls me into her, my head jamming into her breasts. Her other arm wraps around my waist and pulls the rest of me into her.

She swings me from side to side a few times like I'm her child, then we back up and fall back onto the couch.

When we land, my head flies back against the arm of the couch (luckily, it's soft) and she lands on top of me, her nipple landing in my open mouth as I gasp from the impact.

My lips close around her nipple on accident.

I open my mouth when I realize what happened and I push her nipple out of my mouth with my tongue.

She leans backward, falling back and leaning against the other arm of the couch. Our legs are jumbled together as we are leaning back.

I see her look down at her nipple and I see the shine from my spit on her nipple. She looks back at me, then leans forward slightly.

I lean forward as well, suddenly knowing that what I did was not wrong. She wanted that to happen.

I lean closer to her and take the same nipple into my mouth, sucking gently and licking it with the tip of my tongue.

She gasps again, then sighs. She wraps her hands around my head and encourages me to suck and lick more.

Her nipple hardens in my mouth, and I switch to the other nipple. My hand slowly lowers and I gently massage her moist nether lips with my fingers.

One of her hands slides down my back as I am pleasuring her and she grabs my left asscheek, kneading it in her hand. My pussy starts dripping and her hand soon works its way around my leg and she rubs my pussy as well.

We both must have had the same idea at that point, because at about the same time, we both plunge two fingers into the other's hole and we both pump our digits in and out at about the same rhythm.

I cum first, shaking and covering her hand in my juices. She continues pumping her fingers into me, and after a while I cum again, my fluids making a puddle in her upturned palm.

After I came twice, she finally had an orgasm, her sexual juices flowing out of her and streaming down my hand and wrist, one line of liquid running down my arm towards my elbow.We both clean each other of of our cum, then we both lay back on opposite arms of the couch and we sigh. I can't believe I've ever been afraid of this house.

Everyone I know should spend time here.

I calm down from my sexual daze, then I stood up. I look around, and I don't see the woman I was just with.

I look over at the picture. She's in the picture, sitting with her hand on her cheek, just like before. There's only one difference I can see right off the bat.

Her nipples are hard, trying to poke through her dress.

I smile, then turn to walk out of the room, taking one last look at the clock.

6:03 p.m. This is it. The start of the last night in this house.

I'll miss this place when I leave.

I shut the door behind me and look around. I want to look in all of these doors, all of them, but I don't know if I'll have enough time.

I yawn, but I can't sleep. I need to finish my tour through this house.

I walk down the left side again and open the next door.

Another bathroom.

I shut the door and walk to the next.

I open it to find a walk-in closet filled with clothes.

Maybe I can find a new outfit to take out of here when I leave.

I walk inside, looking at every single piece of clothing on a hanger.

There is every type of shirt, dress, and blouse a person could imagine in here.

I walk towards the middle and look down around me.

Shoes galore.

I look up and see pants, shorts, skirts, all folded and neat.

Suddenly my arm is grabbed.

I look over and notice a strange hand, looking human but not-quite-human, grabbing my wrist from between two of the hanging shirts.

Suddenly my other wrist is grabbed as well.

I look over at my other arm, and another strange hand is reaching out from between the shirts to keep me bound in my place.

Suddenly my ankles are grabbed.

I look down and see three things.

One: There's a hand reaching out of a shoe box on my left, grabbing my left ankle.

Two: There's a hand reaching out of a shoe box on my right, grabbing my right ankle.

And three: I'm still naked. I never got my clothes back from the other room.

How come I can never remember to get dressed in this house?

Now I'm standing spread-eagle in a closet, and from what happened all those times before in this house, I think I know what's going to happen next.

Suddenly, I feel two hands slipping under my arms, wrapping around my body and grabbing one of my breasts in each hand.

I knew it.

"Does that feel good?" says a deep, male voice behind me.

I look over my shoulder and see a man connected to the hands grabbing my boobs, walking up behind me and breathing on my ear.

I want to be scared, I really do, but I'm nothing but horny right now because I know what's going to happen.

"That feels incredible," I tell him.

"Good, because I'm gonna give you the fucking of a lifetime. Luckily, I got a friend to help me. Hey, Bill! Get out here!" he shouts to the shirts hanging in front of me.

Suddenly, the shirts get pushed aside and a naked man, looking like a sexy trucker, comes walking out in front of me.




Hauntings of the Unexpected Ch. 02



Synopsis: With Heather closing the deal, none of Heather's friends are happy with the decision. The topics of their arguments, however, change the longer they remain in the house.

This story contains explicit adult scenarios involving anal sex, cum sluts, and sex slaves. If this sort of material offends you in any way, or if you are not of the legal age to be reading this story, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!! This story is written entirely from personally-imagined fiction from my brain. Do not try to mimic any scenarios in this story in your real life. If you do, you may find yourself trapped in a house filled with ghosts asking to have sex with you. You have been warned, and also disclaimed.

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The girl appeared in front of us, the same girl from before.

Brown hair, bright blue eyes, and she must have been either 18 or 19 years old.

"Are you serious? You will?" she asks, excited.

"Heather," says Tracy, "what are you doing? What's going on?"

"Let's do this!" I say.

The girl in front of us waves her hand into the air and suddenly, all of my friends and I are naked.

"What the hell is this!?" shouts Jamie.

"What did you do to me?" asks Tracy, shocked at her involuntary display.

"Where the fuck are my clothes?" asks Monica.

Once the four of us are naked, we are blinded by a bright light flashing in our eyes. My head spins, and I feel nauseous.

I cannot tell if anything is happening around us, I can only see the light.

When the light dims down, and I can open my eyes, I see the girl from earlier. She walks over to me and kisses me on my lips.

"What... what was that?" I ask her.

"What?" she sarcastically asks me back. "I just wanted to give you my thanks in a special way."

"What was that light?" I try to ask, but I feel somewhat dizzy from the experience.

"Look around you. Notice anything?"

I did exactly that and I noticed it right away.

The room looked brighter.

"Go check out the rest of my house," she tells us.

We all turn around (my friends didn't ask any more questions) and we leave the room, still naked. The girl follows behind us down the stairs, and I realize that the whole house looks like it was how it was supposed to look, all those years ago.

It was painted a solid white, with some engraved trim by the floor and ceiling. There were family pictures hanging on each side of the hallway. Each family picture included the girl, her mother (the woman from the pictures, with her hand on her cheek), and an older gentleman (whom I assume is her father). There were no other siblings in the pictures.

I walk over to the door on the right, the same room that was a labyrinth before, and I opened it up. Inside, I saw the most amazing-looking bedroom.

The walls were dark red, the bed was covered in purple velvet with silky, purple pillows and candles were lit throughout the room. The room smelled of cinnamon because of an incense burning atop the nightstand on the left side of the bed.

"That's where you'll be staying," says the girl.

"It looks amazing," I tell her.

"Can I stay in this room?" asks Monica behind me.

I turn around and look into the room she was talking about. It was the fourth door on the other side of the hallway, the room that used to be a walk-in closet.

Now, it looks like the bedroom I was looking in, only blue instead of red. This room smelled like vanilla because of the incense burning above the dresser.

"Oh, wow!" exclaims Tracy.

I look around and see her peeking into the room that used to be empty, the room with nothing but a lamp sitting in the middle of the room.

I walk over and see inside her room.

Same story, but light green. This room smells like rain. The sheets are not velvet, though. They are silk, though.

I look around for Jamie, I haven't seen her since I looked in my new bedroom.

I walked downstairs and looked down the hallway, but was distracted by what I saw.

The hallway was new-looking as well. It was also painted white to match, and the dresser I saw before was spotless, without any dust on it and I could tell it was full of clothes or something. I saw the giant red door at the end of the hallway.

It might be the only thing that stayed the same. Red, with gold trim, still as fancy-looking as ever.

I walked into the hallway and started working my way down, peeking into every door.

I looked in the bathroom on the other side of the hallway. No Jamie.

I looked in the closet. Broom, dustpan, and vacuum, but no Jamie.

I peeked inside the bedroom and saw the bed and mirror, the picture and clock, but still no Jamie.

Where is Jamie?

I walk back upstairs and ask the girl where Jamie is.

"You mean the young girl that was with you? She went into that room over there," she says and points to the bedroom I never went into.

I walk over to it and open the door. Inside of the bright yellow bedroom, I see Jamie backed into the corner, trying to get away from a tall, naked guy. He is grabbing at her naked breasts and saying things like "Come on, babe" and "You're being a very bad girl."

"Heather, help me!" yells Jamie, tears beginning to form.

The man looks back at me and I instantly recognize him. He is the same guy that I played that Who First game with. He looks the same as before, and by his smile, he remembers me.

"Hey, it's you!" he laughs. "How's it going?"

"Fine," I say, blushing. I didn't know he'd still be here.

"So, who is this hot little number here?" he asks me.

"That's my friend, Jamie. She's not really used to this whole situation yet."

"What situation? ...Wait, that means that you brought us back to life? I didn't even notice!" he tells me.

"Yeah, and I enjoyed being here so much that I wanted my friends to do it, too."

"I guess they really don't want to be here, then, huh?" he asks.

"No, not at all." I frown.

He looks back at Jamie and says "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you didn't want to be here. I thought that you were role playing or something."

Jamie creeps out from the corner and runs over behind me, grabbing my arms from behind and using me as a human shield.

Me and the other guy spend the next few minutes calming her down and telling her it would be okay. When her tears stopped falling, we walked out of the bedroom. The girl from earlier noticed her sad expression and came over and asked us what was wrong.

"She'll be okay," I said. "She just isn't comfortable with anyone trying to have sex with her yet."

"Well, that will soon change. There's a party tonight and there's going to be at least a hundred or more horny guys and girls all wanting to have an orgy," said the girl.

"Well, Jamie, do you think you would be okay with having sex just to get you ready for all those people?" I ask her.

"I want to go home," she says, starting to cry again.

She walks away from me and walks downstairs. She walks around the door and reaches for the knob. When she turns it and pulls, it doesn't budge.

"That's a problem," says the girl. "Once you have given yourself to this house and become our sex slave, you can't escape."

Hearing that, Jamie yanked harder and harder on the knob, causing the door to rattle and shake, until she had no strength left in her. She knelt on the floor, crying and crying.

"Don't worry, Jamie. I've been in this house for the past day and a half, remember. I was just as scared as you at first. Trust me on that. I was in the same spot as you, crying when you guys locked me in," I told her.

She looked over at me with anger in her eyes. "So you trapped the rest of us in here because of a bet that was your idea, is that it?"

"No, I'm just saying..."

"You knew this was going to happen, but you didn't want to do it yourself, so you decided that you should lock your best friends in here with you against their will, right?" she said to me with the sound of genuine hurt and betrayal in her voice.

"Please, Jamie. Forgive me. I thought you would like it," I told her.

"And what about Monica and Tracy? Do they know what you've done? Do they know that they can't escape, either? What about them, huh!?" she shouted, tears rolling down onto the floor.

I walked over to her and rubbed her back, trying to comfort her. She told me to get away from her, then accidentally slapped me on my nipple. When she realized what she did, she pulled her hand back and bent over even more, crying harder.

"Look," I say, turning towards the girl, "I know this might take some time, so just go back upstairs and tell Tracy and Monica about it. If they get upset or sad, do your best to comfort them."

Of course, nothing we did worked. All three of my friends were pissed at me for what I did.

I couldn't blame them, though.

"Look, you guys..."

"Don't 'look, you guys' us, Heather! What the hell made you think we'd enjoy this? Why did you think we'd accept you doing something like this? This is the stupidest thing you've ever done!" sneers Tracy. All three of them are standing in the upper hallway, glaring at me while I stand at the top of the stairs that lead to the first floor.

"I didn't think..."

"That's right," says Monica, "you didn't think!"

Now my eyes begin to water and I drop to my knees on the floor.

"Forgive me," I beg, tears running down my face.

"How could we forgive you?" shouts Jamie. "You did this on purpose!"

"I know..." I cry, gasping in air and pushing out more tears. "I'm so sorry."

"You better be," says Tracy, then she turns around and starts walking.

"Where are you going?" asks Monica.

"I'm going to sleep to try to forget about this for now. Wake me up in a few hours, okay?" says Tracy, right before the door shuts behind her.

"Come on, Heather. Get up! You have to get ready to please the guests that are going to arrive tonight," says Jamie.

I slowly stand up and I wipe my tears from my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"We're not going to have sex with anybody. You got us all into this, so you're going to be the one who is punished for it," says Jamie, her eyes drilling into mine.

"I guess I deserve that," I say.

"That's not even close to what you deserve," says Monica. "We should push you down those stairs for what you did."

"I said I was sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it!" shouts Jamie. "Nothing you can ever say will change how we think of you now!"

"What do I have to do for you guys to not hate me anymore?" I ask.

"We'll see," says Monica. "I'll think of something eventually. Lucky for you, I can't think straight because I didn't eat breakfast before we came to get you. Is there a kitchen in this house?"

"Yeah," I say. "Downstairs, go through the red door, and it's on your left."

"I'll think of something after I'm finished eating," says Monica before she walks past me, without even giving me a second glance.

She walks downstairs and the sound of her footsteps fades as she gets farther away.

"Jamie..." I start to say, but she turns away from me and walks to her bedroom.

Now what do I do? My friends hate me, and I have no one to turn to for advice.

Hold on... where is that girl and that guy?

I walk down the hall and up the stairs, opening the door to the girl's room.

Inside, on her bed, is that girl. She is completely naked and the guy is above her, pumping away inside her.

"What are you guys doing?" I ask.

"What...?" asks the girl. "You and... your friends... were fighting..."

"We got bored and, well, we were horny," says the guy.

"So you decided to have sex?" I asked.

"Yes!" they both shouted in unison before they climaxed together, moaning and vocalizing their pleasure.

It brought back so many memories watching them orgasm. I've been in this house for about two days now, and I can honestly say that I love it here.

"Hey, guys! Now that I think of it, I never got your names!" I try to shout over their screams and pants.

"Mary," says the girl.

"Kyle," says the guy.

"Thanks! I'm Heather!"

"Hey, Heather!" says Kyle.

"Hi, Heather!" says Mary.

I shut the door and leave them to their business. I turn around and walk downstairs. I walk over to the bedroom and I walk inside.

It looks the same as before when I was in here. I walk over to the clock.

It is 8:33 right now. The party starts tonight, so I've got at least nine or ten hours to try to get my friends to like me again.

That shouldn't be too hard, right?

Suddenly the big red door swings open and Monica comes walking out.

"I think I've got the perfect punishment for you, Heather," she says, with a sense of evil in her voice.

"Since you like to have sex so much, which is why you brought us here, let's see just how much you like it. Follow me," she tells me.

She walks upstairs and I follow her. When we get to the top of the stairs, she guides me into her room.

When I walk inside her room, I look around. Her room looks very similar to my own room, but everything's blue instead of red. She walks me over to her bed, then gets behind me and pushes me onto it. My face flies into the pillows and I bounce a couple of times.

She walks out of the room and I just wait.

After about five minutes or so, she walks back into the room, with everyone behind her. Jamie, Tracy, Kyle, and Mary. Monica signals to Mary and Kyle, who both walk over to me and get up on the bed.

"Kyle here is going to fuck you in the ass. While he does, you're going to eat out Mary until they both have an orgasm. And from what they've told me about how they just got done having sex themselves, that may be a while," says Monica.

I am shocked by this. I never imagined that sex would be my punishment for wanting to have sex.

Mary flips me over and she positions me at the foot of the bed, with my legs hanging off. Kyle spreads my cheeks and Mary positions herself with her pussy directly under my face. I can smell sweat and cum from her earlier session, the strong aroma drifts into my nose.

"Now!" shouts Monica, and Kyle instantly lines up his cock with my puckered hole.

Mary pushes my face into her still-wet pussy and I snake my tongue out and run it along her lips. Kyle pushes into my ass and I scream.

The pain is not unbearable, but it still hurts a lot.

He doesn't even wait for me to feel comfortable before he pulls out and shoves his dick into me again. I wince at the pain, but I still continue and lick deep into Mary's twat.

I have to stop every time Kyle pushes into me. The pain is intense. A tear falls from my eye.

I shove my tongue as deep into Mary as I can reach, then I scoop her juices into my mouth and I swallow. I reach up with my right hand and rub her clit as I eat her out, but it doesn't seem to help.

Kyle pushes into me again, and I use my free hand to reach under my body and between my legs so I can stroke his balls. If I need him to cum for him to stop, then I'm going to try my best to make him cum.

Mary moans once, and I know I must be doing something right.

I lift my head slightly and begin to lick her clit, I then shove two fingers from my right hand and pump them in and out of her.

"Hey!" yells Monica. "Your tongue should be the only thing inside her, not your fingers!"

I pull my fingers out of her and lick her again. I reach up and start to wiggle her right nipple. I dig deeper with my tongue, but she doesn't seem to be getting any closer to orgasm.

Behind me, Kyle pushes into me a few more times. His pace does not change, he makes no sound. Neither of them are going to orgasm soon. Tears roll down my face.

Suddenly, Mary yells and wiggles beneath me. Kyle also shouts and ceases to move.

They both faked their orgasms.

"There we go," says Monica. "You can get up now, Heather."

She bought it!

Kyle pulls out of me, still hard but I know he would rather protect me than use it like Monica wanted him to.

Mary slides out from under me, and I just lay there, trying to stop crying.

"How did that feel, Heather?" asks Monica.

"Horrible," I tell her. I didn't have to lie, because I really did hate it.

"Good, maybe that'll teach you a lesson," says Monica.

"Are you sure?" asks Tracy. "I know we all hate her, but that really didn't seem to teach her the lesson we wanted, it just caused her pain. I feel kinda bad for her."

"Are you serious?" Monica asks. "Tracy, be reasonable. This is the girl who just decided what the rest of your life will be like. You'll die here because of her. Do you really feel that bad for her?"

"Well, it's just that you really didn't have to do that to her," says Tracy.

"Really? So, what did you want me to do instead?" asks Monica.

"The point is, we're here. We're probably going to be here for the rest of our lives. There's no use fighting about something we can't change," pleads Tracy.

"Well, but..."

"No, she's right," says Jamie. "I never thought of it that way. I mean, the fact is we've only been here for an hour. So far, it hasn't been too bad."

"Who's side are you on? Are you really willing to lose your virginity to a stranger, Jamie? I know I'm not," says Monica.

"Well, no, but by the looks of it, I'm going to have to eventually. It might as well be tonight, at the party," says Jamie.

I never knew Jamie was a virgin. I knew Monica was, but not Jamie. I remember Tracy telling me a story about her losing hers to some guy she met at the mall when she was 16 years old. I lost my virginity when I was 14, experimenting with my boyfriend. I'm 18 now, and so are Tracy, Monica, and Jamie. Monica is two months younger than Tracy though, but 3 weeks older than Jamie.

"So, what do you want to do?" asks Monica.

"I think we should apologize to Heather, first. Then, we should figure out what kind of people are going to be at this party, so we can be ready. We're supposed to be sex slaves, right?" asks Tracy.

"What?" asks Jamie. "Tracy, are you actually happy that you're a sex slave?"

"Well, no," says Tracy, "but if we've been cursed to stay in this house as sex slaves, what's the point of trying to run? Let's just go along with it and we'll think of a way out of here eventually. Right?"

"Yeah," says Monica.

"You're right," says Jamie.

"Alright, then. Heather, I'm sorry for what we did to you," says Tracy.

"I'm sorry, too," says Jamie.

"Me too," says Monica.

I look over at them and see the smile forming on their faces. I think they've finally forgiven me.

I roll over and sit on the side of the bed.

"So, how should we get ready for these people?" I ask.

"I don't know, really. There's gotta be some way to get prepared for something like this," says Tracy.

"Well, I guess..." says Jamie, but then she stops before she can finish.

"What is it, Jamie?" asks Tracy.

"No, it's stupid," says Jamie.

"If you've got an idea, let's hear it," Monica says.

"What about if the four of us have sex, like a foursome. That'll get us in the mood for it, at least," said Jamie.

"No way!" spurts Monica.

"Wait a minute, because she might be onto something. Think about it. If we're sex slaves, you really don't think we'll only be wanted by guys alone. There's bound to be girls who expect us, too," says Tracy.

"I guarantee it," I say. "When I was in this house, I was fucked by girls more than half the time. I was also eating out girls while I was trapped in here, so you're probably going to lick pussy as well."

"Hold on, I'm no lesbian. There's no way my face is ever going to be near another girl's pussy," says Monica.

"You'll have to, eventually. I know that sometimes, even if you don't want to, they'll find a way to have sex with you. Even if it's by force. That's just the rules of the game here," I tell her.

"So, it's settled," says Tracy. "We may not like it, but we have to do this sometime and it might as well be now."




Hauntings of the Unexpected Ch. 02



"That's great, but how do we go about doing something like that?" asks Jamie. "It's not like the four of us are just going to pounce at each other."

"She's right," says Monica, turning towards me. "Heather, you've been in here longer than we have, and you know what they want. How do you think we should get ready for the party tonight?"

"I'll show you, with Heather's help," says Mary. "Is that okay with you, Heather?"

"I guess," I say.

Mary walks over to the bed and crawls up on it, pushing me backwards at the same time. I move up and place my head on the pillow, while Mary lays next to me, on my left. Mary looks over at Tracy, Monica, and Jamie.

"Whenever you three want to jump in, don't hesitate to do it," says Mary.

Mary then looks into my eyes, and I look into hers. Her left hand drags across my naked body and soon drops below my waist. Her fingers dance playfully along my nether lips, and soon she begins to rub up and down. I grab fistfuls of Monica's bedspread as Mary tickles my pussy.

After my minge starts to leak, Mary plunges a few of her fingers inside me. I moan, and then I feel the weight of the bed shift. I open my eyes and look down.

Jamie has joined us.

"So, what do I do?" she asks.

I was too busy moaning and expressing my gratitude for Mary, so Mary told her what she should do.

"Just do whatever you want. You can help me fuck Heather, I can fuck you both, or you can fuck me. It's your choice," says Mary.

"Umm..." chimes a nervous Jamie, and then she hears me scream out my orgasm. I make sure to be as loud as I can so I can be convincing to Jamie. It's not too difficult, though, because that was one hell of an orgasm.

"I think I want to be in her position," says Jamie.

"Okay!" chirps Mary. "Come on over and spread your legs."

Once I get up, Jamie takes my place, and Mary starts pleasuring her in a similar way to when I was there. I walk over, with my cum dripping from my pussy, over to stand next to Tracy and Monica.

"Gross, Heather!" Monica blurts out, disgusted at watching my passion flow out from my insides.

"Was it really that good?" asks Tracy.

"Just watch Jamie, and you'll see," I tell her.

We all look over at Mary and Jamie on the bed. By now, Mary has already pushed two fingers inside of Jamie and she is also tweaking her nipples with her free hand. Jamie has Mary's pumping hand in a vicegrip and Mary's arm has turned red.

After a few more minutes, Jamie squeaks, then moans as her body jiggles on the bed. Her grip on Mary's arm is released and she lies limp for a few seconds.

Tracy walks over to the side of the bed and asks Jamie how it was.

"In... huh... incredible!" she sighs, smiling.

"I want to try it the other way around," says Tracy.

"You want to do that to me?" asks Mary, excited.

"Yeah, but I've never done that before. What should I do?" Tracy asks.

Mary lays down in the same spot as Jamie and me. By now, it has to be soaked in sweat and cum, but Mary doesn't seem to mind.

"Just do to me what you think you would like. Instinct will take over after a while," says Mary.

When Mary spread her legs, Tracy just looked down and stared into the dark tunnel in front of her. She slowly lowered her right hand to it and laid it across Mary's mound. On contact, Mary yelped in pleasure and Tracy pulled her hand back as if she was burned.

She tried it again, even more slowly this time, and when she touched Mary's pussy, she almost immediately began sliding her fingers up and down Mary's juicy lips.

Once her juices coated Tracy's fingers, Tracy looked up at Mary for approval. I walked over to the side of the bed to get a closer look and Monica followed me. It seems that Monica may just try this sooner than she thought.

The only look Mary seemed to give Tracy was a mixture of lust and need. Tracy saw this and tryed something she must have seen somewhere else. She dragged her hand up Mary's body and placed her fingers on Mary's mouth.

Mary took Tracy's hand in her mouth and licked up her juices like a lollipop. Once her juices were cleaned, Tracy pulled her hand from Mary's mouth and looked at her fingers, now covered in saliva.

She dropped her hand back to Mary's pussy and started rubbing again for a while, then slowly pushed one finger at a time deep into Mary's pink tunnel. Once three fingers were buried to the bottom knuckle inside her, she pulled them out and pushed in again, causing Mary to buck her hips into Tracy's palm.

Again, Tracy winced and pulled her hand back to her, but her expression quickly changed from fear to curiosity. She raised her hand up to her nose, smelled her fingers, then used the very tip of her tongue to lick up a drop or two of Mary's sexual fluids. When her tongue disappeared back into her mouth and she tasted the liquid, she smiled.

Tracy used the same hand to rub the juices around Mary's breasts, then lowered her head to Mary's pussy and began eating her out.

Suddenly, I felt someone behind me spreading my legs and a tongue was probing at my entrance. Shocked, I looked behind me and noticed Jamie kneeling on the floor, trying to lick me from behind.

I was impressed with her. I never thought she would do something like this so early.

There was enough room on the bed for all of us, so I crawled far enough onto the bed to where my legs were draped over the edge. I let Jamie continue with what she was doing to me.

I heard Monica try to hide a whine behind me. She didn't want to do it, but she knew that Tracy and I were right. She'll have to, eventually.

While Jamie was licking me with fantastic skill (I could swear she's done this before), Monica crawled up on the bed and began rubbing Tracy's pussy from behind her. I heard Tracy moan between licks, and soon I crawled further onto the bed. I wrapped my lips around Mary's right nipple and I gently licked and suckled it until it was even harder. I raised my right hand and lightly pinched Mary's other nipple, and she immediately shouted with joy. Her orgasm caused her to shiver under my lips, and then she rolled out from beneath us. She stood up and left the room, leaving the rest of us to do whatever we wanted.

Since my mouth was empty, and so was Tracy's, we both looked into each other's eyes and did something we've never even thought of before.

We kissed. Our tongues wrestled, and we both shared the taste of Mary's juices.

We both also started playing with each other's nipples. It was another thing we never even dreamed of doing to each other until now.

I reached orgasm first, because of Jamie's amazing tongue. The pleasure shot through me like electricity and I rode out my orgasm with a very long-lasting shout.

I pulled myself from the group and stood up. A few seconds later, after a little moving around, Jamie and Tracy teamed up to try and bring Monica to orgasm while she bucked and moaned in pleasure.

I was feeling left out.

I just looked around the room, trying to find out what all is provided for girls like us, sex slaves.

I walked over to the dresser, the one with the incense above it, and I open the top drawer. Inside is a single roll of condoms, dildos of all different sizes, and a pair of gothic nipple clamps.

I shut that drawer and open the one directly below it. Inside of it is a camera and what might be a folding tripod for it.

I look in the bottom drawer and see it packed with clothes.

Finally!

I pull out the first outfit I see and hold it in front of me.

It's not even a full outfit. It wouldn't serve the purpose I want it to.

It is part of a slutty nurse's outfit. It was a zip-up white dress made out of a tight, shiny rubber material and had an oversized plastic zipper that would have practically begged to be pulled down if I put it on. It also came with a white nurse's cap, a stethoscope and high-heeled white shoes.

I drop it to the floor and pull out the next outfit.

This time, it's a cheerleader's uniform. There was a multicolored vest and skirt, along with a pair of pom-poms.

Another one was a lifeguard's outfit. It contained a very tiny crotchless swimming suit, some sort of flotation device, and a big, silver whistle.

I put all of the outfits back into the drawer, closed it, and stood up. When I turned around, all three of them were on the bed. Monica was kneeling while Jamie was under her. Tracy was kneeling over Jamie, facing Monica, and Tracy was gliding her own pussy along Jamie's hard nipple. Monica was rubbing Tracy's clit and Tracy had reached back to finger Jamie's pussy. They all seemed to reach their peaks at about the same time.

They all stood up, smiles stretching from ear to ear.

"Did you all enjoy yourselves?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

They all sigh in unison.

"Uh-huh..."

"Well, it's only been about an hour since we came in here. What do you guys want to do now?" I ask them.

"Ooh! Ooh! Let's check out the house so we know where everything is when our guests arrive!" chimed Jamie, possibly a little too excited for some reason.

Everyone agreed anyway, and we all left and searched the house from top to bottom, starting from each of the upstairs rooms.

I got them to look around in the same order I did when I was here, and that started from the door to the left of the attic door.

Wait, no. That's Mary's bedroom door, now.

We open it up and see the room that used to be a bathroom, but I never went inside it before. We all peek inside, though, and I see that the room itself has not changed. Now that I think about it, it looks exactly the same when compared to the bathroom downstairs.

We shut the door and move to the left, to the family room (I hope). Tracy turns the knob and pushes, and we walk into the room.

It is not the family room, like before. It now looks like just a sitting room. Inside is nothing but a couple of long couches and a therapist's bench. There's a recliner in the corner, as well.

We walk across the hall to what was the office full of porn.

I never told them about that, though. I might never tell them about that.

We open it, and it has become a regular office. Paperwork towers above the desk next to the keyboard to the computer. I want to look around in there, find what I couldn't find before, but everyone else was bored of it and wanted to find out what the last room up here was. I just went with everyone else's decision.

Across from Monica's bedroom was the laundry room. Nothing changed, but I don't understand why there's a laundry room on the top floor.

We shut the door and we all look at each other. Now, what are we supposed to do?

I break away from the group and walk downstairs. I don't know what they're going to do, but I'm going to go make breakfast.

I walk downstairs and walk down the hall. I push down the handle of the big red door and I walk into the dining room. It looks the same as before, luckily.

I walk over into the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing out a carton of eggs and some butter, both of which I didn't see before.

I set them onto the counter to my right and I turn around, looking for a cupboard with some cooking oil in it. I open up every cupboard door I come across, searching for the oil.

I finally find it and I pull it out.

I look in the drawers below for a spatula, and I pull that out.

I pull out a skillet and large spoon as well.

I put the skillet on the countertop stove and I pour oil into it until the bottom is coated. I crack eggs on the side of the skillet and drop them into it (throwing the shells away, of course) until I have five.

Finally, I turn the heat on to just under high, and when the oil heats up, I spoon the excess oil over the eggs until the tops of them are cooked. I quickly get a plate from the cupboard and I use the spatula to transfer the eggs onto the plate.

I do the same with five more eggs.

I run the toaster until I crank out ten pieces of toast as well and, after I butter the toast, I call everyone down for breakfast.

Monica already had breakfast, though, so she didn't show up.

Mary, Tracy, Kyle, and Jamie all walked through the red door and sat at the table next to each other. I served everyone two eggs and two pieces of toast each, then I served myself some and we all ate happily together.

After the meal was finished, I stood up and was a good host, taking everyone's plates and eating utensils out to the sink.

I am followed into the kitchen by Mary.

"Here, let me wash the dishes for you. I haven't done any chores in so long, I've started to forget what it's like to do them," she says.

"Sure," I tell her. "Thanks."

"No problem," says Mary as I walk out of the kitchen, shutting the door behind me.

I start to walk over to the table and everyone is standing up already, officially done with their meal.

"That was pretty good, Heather! I'm glad you were so nice as to cook for us," Jamie says, smiling.

"Thanks, Jamie," I say before we walk out of the dining room.

When we walk into the hallway, Monica is sitting on the stairs.

We all get closer to her, but I peek my head into the bedroom to see what time it is.

9:29 a.m.

There's still about 9 hours left before the party, and if I don't find something to do, I'm going to go crazy.

"What are you staring at, Monica?" asks Tracy.

She sighs. "I'm just pondering how the rest of today will go. I know we had fun earlier with each other, but are you sure we'll have fun with an entire house full of strangers, all wanting us at the same time?"

"Don't worry about it," I tell her. "Trust me, you won't even be able to tell how much time passes between one person to another. I know I couldn't."

"Are you sure, Heather?" asks Jamie, a little nervous.

"I'm sure," I say, confident.

"So, now what do we do?" asks Kyle from behind us.

I forgot he was even here.

"Well," says Tracy, "we should probably start trying to learn as much as we can about what we'll be expected to do tonight."

"Like how?" asks Monica.

"I think I may know how," says Kyle.

"How?" I ask, curious.

"Follow me, all of you," he says, then leads us upstairs.

He tells us to go into each of our bedrooms. Jamie and Monica each go into their bedrooms. As I walk into mine, I see Kyle following Tracy into her green bedroom behind me.

I just walk into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me, and I wait.

I walk over to the bed and lay down in it, looking around at the red walls and the candles. I look at the purple velvet and silky purple pillows under me. The bed feels soft and smooth.

I close my eyes and remember all of the things that happened to me in all of the rooms of this house before now.

That time in the bedroom, with the lady that, for some reason, I could only see her in the mirror.

The time in the hallway, opening the closet and being chased by the vacuum.

In the kitchen, being covered in pudding, then being sprayed down with water.

The time in the bathroom, being raped by the bubbles from the jacuzzi.

Mary's bedroom, though I didn't know it before, being brainwashed to have sex with her.

Playing 'Who First' in the pitch black room with the lamp.

That time in the family room, getting bigger tits from the dreamcatcher and having sex with the woman from the picture.

Being double-dicked in the walk-in closet with the two guys (wasn't one of them named Bill? Oh, well).

In the office, masturbating with a couple of the hot lesbian magazines and the videos from the computer.

And finally, inside the labyrinth, which I didn't like at first, but it's a good memory now.

All of my good memories about what this house used to be, they all fill my mind.

Hopefully, this time around there will be even better memories to keep with me.

Suddenly, the door opens. I open my eyes and see Kyle walk into my room.

"Hey, Kyle," I say, smiling.

"Hey," he says. "Here, put this on."

He walks over to my dresser and opens the bottom drawer, pulling out an outfit. This outfit, however, is different from the ones I saw in Monica's bedroom.

He pulls out a trampy teacher's outfit. It consists of a tight, white blouse along with a blue skirt. There was a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and a long stick as well.

Kyle throws it onto the bed and again tells me to put it on.

Hurriedly, I pull the blouse over my head and yank it down over my breasts. I tug the skirt up my legs until the waistband rested on my hips, and then I donned the glasses. I grab the stick and ask Kyle how I look.

"Great!" he exclaims. "Hold on, just let me..."

He walks over to me and undoes the top two buttons of my blouse, showing off the curves of my tits for everyone who looked.

"Perfect!" says Kyle.

He walks out of my bedroom and then I hear him shout "Okay, everyone! Come on out now!"

All four doors swing open at his command and we all walk out into the hallway. We all look around at each other.

In front of me, Tracy was dressed up as a French maid. She had on a tight, black satin teddy with white lace trim and her hands were wrapped in fingerless white gloves. She had on black fishnet stockings and she was wearing shiny black pumps. In one hand, she held a feather duster.

To my right, Jamie looked like a scientist. She wore a white lab coat and a pair of white shoes with almost impossibly high heels. She also had on a pair of glasses and there was a brace of pens in the front pocket of her lab coat. In her right hand, she held a clipboard, upturned and pressed under her arm. Her other hand was fiddling with something in a side pocket on the lab coat, and by the way it shined, I'd say it was a test tube.

Next to her was Monica, dressed in the nurse's outfit I saw before. The shiny material that it was made of clung to her body and exaggerated all of her curves. The oversized plastic zipper on it was pulled down just enough to make her breasts want to burst out from behind the slick material. On her head was the white nurse's cap and around her neck was a stethoscope. She also had on a pair of high-heeled white shoes.

When we all looked at each other, we all must have thought the exact same thing at the exact same time, because we almost pounced on each other.

Actually, we all walked towards the middle of the hallway and paired off with the person adjacent to us, meaning I was with Monica while Tracy was with Jamie. We all just descended to the floor and started playing around with each other.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jamie pull out the test tube and slide it up Tracy's legs over her stockings, then slip it inside of her teddy. Tracy moaned instantly, and my imagination went to work on what she was doing to her.

Monica, however, took a more direct approach with me, unbuttoning my blouse and revealing my plump breasts (it was still hanging onto my shoulders, though). She flipped the stethoscope from around her neck and put the ends of it into her ears. She slid the metal disc of it up my body and placed it directly over my left nipple. The sudden cold and the intimacy of the experience made me moan.

I slipped the thicker, round end of my teaching stick up under the bottom of Monica's shiny, rubber dress and I used it to rub up and down on her pussy lips. She gasped when I started, then cooed her approval after a few up-downs.

She started to rub my pussy with her fingers and I looked over at Jamie and Tracy.

Jamie was spread-eagle on the floor. Tracy was using her feather duster to dust all around Jamie's now-exposed body. Jamie's lab coat had been tossed aside, and Tracy had stripped her teddy from her body, leaving just her gloves, stockings, and pumps. Tracy spent an awfully long time dusting around Jamie's lower region, and also reached up with one hand and began pinching Jamie's nipples. The test tube was on the floor, Jamie was just enjoying the moment.




Hauntings of the Unexpected Ch. 02



I felt my skirt get pushed up around my waist.

I looked back over at Monica. She looked up at me and plunged a finger in my pussy, causing me to gasp as well. I stopped rubbing her pussy with my stick and instead pulled her up until her head was in front of mine. I was just about to kiss her, but as I moved forward, she moved backward. I soon just pulled her a bit farther up my body, then lifted my head and pursed my lips around one of her nipples. Her one hand was pulled too far up and the stethoscope dropped from my tit, but Monica didn't seem to care at all.

Monica moaned, and I licked her nipple to hardness, taking time to suck and flick my tongue over the tip every now and then.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tracy going down on Jamie. Jamie's test tube was now being used against her and was being shoved inside her pussy as Tracy licked her clit.

I was close enough that I was able to reach over and squeeze Tracy's hanging right nipple. Once Tracy felt it, she moaned and looked over at me.

I knew what I was doing, and so did she. Tracy spun her body and positioned herself so that her pussy was above my face. I stopped sucking, and Monica's nipple dropped from my mouth. Instead, I let my stick fall to the floor, I reached up to pull Tracy's lower half down to me, and I slipped my tongue inside of her twat.

With this new setup: Monica was rubbing my pussy, I was licking Tracy's pussy, and Tracy was licking Jamie's pussy.

It only took Monica to complete the oral chain, but I knew that she was still a little worried about doing things like this.

I tried to put myself in her shoes. She's never done anything like this before.

Rubbing someone's pussy is one thing, getting your pussy licked is also one thing, but licking pussy yourself is another thing entirely.

Still, though, if Monica could conquer this one fear, I know everything will be okay.

My face was buried in Tracy's pussy, so I didn't see it, but suddenly, as if by a miracle, I felt a tongue probing at my nether lips.

I stopped licking Tracy momentarily to witness this event.

When I looked down, however, I saw Jamie's face in my pussy. She twisted her body so that she could eat me while her own pussy was being treated to. Monica was off to the side, away from it all, with a look of regret painted across her face.

I go back to licking Tracy's twat and with one of my hands, I signal Monica over to where I was.

After a few seconds, I looked to the side and saw Monica's shadow next to me.

Again, I stop for a second and quickly ask Monica what's wrong before I continue drinking Tracy's juices.

"I just can't do it, I can't fuck you guys. I know I should, but I'm just not comfortable with the idea of licking another girl's pussy," she says.

I flip my hand over to her and start playing with her nipple. It seems random, but I have an idea.

She moans, obviously not expecting me to do that, and then I pull her head down next to mine.

I stop licking Tracy's lips and I quickly move to kiss Monica. She gasps in my mouth, but soon melts into me, and we share the taste of Tracy's essence.

Soon, I wiggle her nipple again and I move back to Tracy, licking her pussy again and getting back into the routine I started.

With my pussy wet and dripping, I moaned a deep, breathy moan when I felt a different tongue digging into my center. I didn't need to look, I knew Monica was the one doing it.

The circle of lust was finally completed (it's actually a square, but whatever).

I was happy that I was able to help Monica get over her fear.

Also, as a bonus to Tracy, I began to lick her pussy faster and with more passion than before.

After only a few minutes, we all moaned out our joy in unison and our orgasms blossomed. My face became coated in Tracy's sexual juices and I am pretty sure I was also flooding Monica's face with my own fluids as well.

I could hear everyone's panting and gasping, even my own, recovering from the heat of the moment. I am positive that we'll all remember this day forever.

Jamie was the first to stand up. Following her came Monica, then Tracy, and I was the last. Monica pulled the bottom of her rubber dress back down. We all came together and shared a group hug, all of us crying (happy tears) and smiling.

"How was this supposed to teach us about what we'd be doing tonight?" laughed Jamie.

We all laughed.

Once we all broke off from each other, Tracy said we should all go get washed up if we want to be clean for the party. We all agreed.

There's two bathrooms in this house, so we split up into pairs. Monica and I go down to the downstairs bathroom. Jamie and Tracy close the door behind them as they walk into the upstairs bathroom.

When Monica and I get into the bathroom, I immediately begin pulling off my blouse. It was still hanging from my shoulders, but just barely. I yanked my skirt down my legs until it pooled on the floor, and I stepped out of my clothes. I have no idea what happened to my glasses and my stick. I had them when I walked out of my bedroom.

I looked over at Monica, who was simply staring at me, obviously not knowing what to do. I knew she must still be unsure about this whole experience, so I decided to help her along.

I walked over and grabbed the bottom of her rubber dress, starting to pull it up, but she stopped me as I pulled it up to her waist.

"What?" I ask, trying to be sexy (practice for the party).

"I don't know," she says, "just... I don't know, just get it over with."

"All I'm gonna do is help get this thing off of you. It looks tight enough to strangle you," I tell her, but of course I'm lying about my true reasons for getting her undressed.

I continue and finish pulling the dress up over her head and dropping it to the floor, hearing it slap on the ground (still wet from sweat).

I almost run over to the shower and step inside. I wave Monica over and she steps in with me.

Monica's breasts press against my back. We shut the curtain.

I reach down and turn one of the dials all the way around (I hope it was the right one).

Instantly, a strong torrent of ice-cold water shoots down onto Monica and I. We both shriek and I hurriedly turn the dial back around until the water stopped running.

Since we were both sprayed with ice-cold water, we were both shivering. My nipples stiffen and they point directly at the wall in front of me.

I feel Monica's hardened nipples rubbing against my back and I reach down to turn the other dial halfway.

Water dribbles out of the shower head and I get soaked in the front by boiling-hot water. I immediately turn the COLD dial halfway as well, just to get the temperature evened out, and then I keep adjusting the dials until the water is nice and steamy.

Surprisingly, though, both of our nipples stayed hard. I could still feel Monica's nipples poking into my back.

I turn around and step forward. Our breasts squish against each other and my nipples rubbed her nipples. I stared into her eyes and she stared right back at me. We connected in a way that was more than any emotional bond. More than friends. More than lust.

More than love itself.

I lifted my right hand up and wrapped my hand around her head. I pulled her lips to mine and we shared a kiss that only true soulmates could share.

My other hand found its way to her soft nether lips. I used my fingers and rubbed her lips back and forth until she moaned into my mouth. The water shot down onto the back of my neck, creating a tingling sensation, but it flowed down my spine, between my lower hills, and finally trailed over my pussy before the stream took a detour and ran down my legs. The feeling of the ongoing river made me unimaginably horny and my own juices mixed with the water as it traveled to the drain.

Monica must have either sensed how horny I was, or must have been horny herself, because she immediately knelt down and her head dropped to my pussy. She ate me out right there.

The feelings she was giving me were fantastic! I almost didn't realize that the water had stopped running down my leg, and instead took a detour, trailing down Monica's chin as she licked me. It ran down her neck, between her wonderful tits, across her stomach, then finally down the crack of her legs until it flowed into the drain.

I finally remembered the fact that neither me nor any of my friends have any pubic hair. We were all talking one day about how disgusting bushes looked on women and we all agreed to shave ours off. I just never thought that we'd all keep our word and keep shaving it off every time the jungle started to gro...OOOOOOOHHH!!!

She is fantastic!

Monica switched her technique and her tongue furiously attacked my clit as her fingers softly rubbed all around my pussy lips. I grabbed her head with my hands and I pushed her face farther into my clit, encouraging her to go further.

She kept switching her technique every few minutes, which meant she was trying out different things to see what reactions I would give her. I didn't disappoint, either.

Whenever her tongue teased my pussy, I moaned. When she licked my clit, I shouted. Once her fingers found their way deep inside me, I screamed!

I lost my balance as my orgasm began. I accidentally pushed her head between my legs and I fell on top of her. She ended up bent over, her head tilted down all the way, desperately gripping the edge of the tub to hold herself and me up. I ended up sitting on the back of her neck squeezing out enough of my cum to trail down her back. The water blasted against the middle of my back and ran down to Monica's head (I'm positive that she was holding her breath under the torrent).

I knew that Monica had to feel my female liquids running down her back. Just to make it all the more enjoyable for her, I reached down and rubbed my cum into her back like it was lotion. She moaned when she felt this and I smiled.

She grabbed my tits and pushed me off, making me fall backwards into the tub. The pain on my buttbone was immense and I think I felt something break.

I turn around and see the COLD dial on the shower broken off from me slamming into it when I fell. Monica stood up and noticed it as well.

She busted out laughing, but I was worried and nervous.

I tried to put it back on, but it didn't work. Monica just told me to finish taking a shower, and we'll figure it out later. I was still worried, but something about Monica made me want to do what she said.

We finished the shower, dried off, and walked out of the bathroom. We didn't get dressed because there wasn't any reason to do so.

My blouse and skirt was soaked in sweat and cum, and it was the same story with Monica's dress. Not to mention the fact that we already saw each other naked before. It wouldn't be any different.

We just walked out and walked back upstairs, where Jamie and Tracy were just walking out of the bathroom together. Both of them were also naked.

"Did you two have sex in there, too?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Jamie. "It started out as a normal shower, but then Tracy grabbed the soap and... you know."

"Yeah," I sighed. "Pretty much the same story here."

"So, what do you want to do now?" asks Tracy to all of us.

"Oh!" shouts Monica. "I forgot for a second about the problem with the shower! I gotta go find Kyle and see if he can fix it!"

Monica runs downstairs, her tits bouncing wildly as she quickly takes each step.

"What's wrong with the shower?" asks Jamie.

"We broke one of the dials when we were in there," I tell her.

"Rough sex, huh?" Tracy smirks.

"Not at first," I laughed. "So, what do you guys want to do now?"

"I don't know," said Jamie.

"I really don't know, either," says Tracy.

"I guess I should go down and see if Monica found Kyle yet," I told them.

"How much time do we have left before the party starts?" asks Jamie.

"Hold on, I'll check," says Tracy, and then she peeks into the office.

"It's 11:04!" she shouts out to us.

"Are you kidding?" asks Jamie as Tracy walks back over to us. "You mean we still have six hours until this party?"

"Pretty much," I say. "I better get downstairs and check on Monica.

I walk downstairs and into the bathroom. Inside, Kyle is testing the dial to see if he fixed it properly.

"He fixed it!" shouts Monica, sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi.

"Did he? How'd he do it so fast?" I ask.

"My father used to teach me things like this when I was little," says Kyle. "My skill improved as people kept wanting me to do all these small jobs for them. Then I grew older and became friends with Mary.

"Wait, I thought you were her brother," I said.

"No, we're friends. Been that way for a while now," he says. "Well, that does it. It's fixed. Now, I don't want you girls to be getting freaky in the shower again. Not this freaky, at least."We both said sorry to Kyle, then walked out and met back upstairs with Jamie.

"Where'd Tracy go?" asked Monica.

"She went back into her bedroom. She said she wanted to just relax before the party started. I got bored, so I'm trying to think of something to do," said Jamie.

"Well, what is there to do?" I ask.

"By the looks of it, all there is to do in this house is have sex," said Monica.

"There has to be something else we can do in this house," I say.

"Like what?" asked Jamie.

"I don't know, but I'm going to go look for something to do until the party starts. Call for me when it does, okay?" I ask as I walk off and search for something to do.

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I was sitting at the computer in the office, searching 'kinky lesbian porn' to get an idea for something hot to do to somebody when I finally heard Mary shout "PARTY TIME!!!"

I completely forgot why I wanted to come into this office the first time. I was too worried about the party to care anymore.

I practically sprung up from my seat and dashed out the door. I quickly walked down the stairs and looked over the guardrail at all of the people walking into the house.

Outside was dark, it was the perfect time for a party.

I walked next to the door, next to Mary, and I got a closer look at everybody.

I saw hundreds of people walking inside. There were people of all shapes and sizes, from every corner of the world, all gathering inside this house.

Once the crowd finally ended and the hall was packed, the door was shut and I looked back to see Tracy, Monica, and Jamie behind me, looking at the crowd.

"Whoa!" says Jamie.

"Are all of these people here for the party?" asks Monica.

"Yep!" I say. "We have to service all of these people."

"No way," says Tracy.

"You don't have to do it with all of them," says Mary. "Just the ones that want you."

"Well," I sigh. "Let's go meet everyone."

I slowly walk forward towards the big group of chatting people. All of them seem to be simply having a conversation to stall the time before the signal is given for the orgy to start.

Jamie and the rest are close behind me, and soon a man from the crowd notices us, four naked girls inching our way towards a bunch of horny people.

I wonder what's going to happen next.

"Everyone!" yells Mary, her voice silences the entire crowd in an instant.

The man looks away. I am so relieved.

"This is an orgy unlike any other. As you all have probably realized, you are all alive after such a long time."

A few seconds of talking amongst the crowd, but it is soon quiet again.

"That is because these four girls, right over there," she says as she points to us, "have given themselves up to this house to be our very own, personal sex slaves!"

The crowd shouts and claps with excitement at hearing this. Roaring and whooping soon join the parade.

"These girls have been practicing this whole day, since sunrise, to make sure they will be able to satisfy anyone who has any fantasy. Use them to your heart's content!"

More barking and shouting at the good news.

"IT'S TIME TO START THE ORGY!!!"

In less than a minute, everybody in the entire hall was naked. Male, female, everyone! I looked around and everywhere I saw people's tits, cocks, bushes, slits, and asscheeks. Everywhere!

Immediately, I feel someone's arm yanking me towards the bedroom. It feels like this person had soft hands, but a surprisingly strong grip.

A person that knows what they want.

As I am dragged into the bedroom, the person kicks backwards to shut the door. I see the crowd of people disappear into a sliver before the door shuts and I am practically thrown onto the bed.

I am finally able to look at the person who did it, and I was surprised at who it was.

"Jamie?"

"Heather, what are we doing?" she asks. "I don't know if I want to go through with this."

"Well," I sigh, "you already heard Mary tell everyone out there that we can be used in any way anyone wants. Neither of us have a choice, now."

Suddenly, the door opens again and a man and a woman walk in.

The man is the same man that was eyeing me up earlier, and the woman, I'm assuming, is his wife or something.

"Listen, girls," he says. "You both are going to do exactly what we say and nothing else. You got that?"

Jamie and I look at each other, look at them, then we nod our heads.

"Speak up!"

"Yes, sir," I say.

"Okay," says Jamie.

"Good," he says, pleased with our responses. "Then you two wouldn't mind making my girlfriend happy while I watch, would you?"

"What do you want us to do?" asks Jamie.

Suddenly, his girlfriend walks over to us.

"I want you, girl (signaling to me) to lick my pussy. You (signaling Jamie), can use your tongue all around my chest and any other places I tell you," she tells us.

We stand up and she crawls onto the bed, getting spread-eagled. The man just stood off to the side, stroking his cock while he watched me and Jamie pleasure his girlfriend.

I leaned over onto the bed and applied my tongue to her pussy while Jamie took some time teasing her nipples until they were stiff. The lady moaned under us and something inside me made me smile.

It was as if knowing that we were making a complete stranger happy made me happy as well.

I lifted my hand and began rubbing her clit with my thumb. I looked up and saw that Jamie was now pinching both of her nipples at the same time between both thumbs and forefingers. This lady must have been about to lose it already, because she didn't last more than a few minutes moaning and writhing under us both.

When the woman began rushing through her orgasm, my pussy seeped and I smiled wider. I also noticed that Jamie was smiling as well. We were happy to make her happy.

She stood up from the bed (on shaking knees) and walked over to the man. He simply walked forward and stood next to the bed, still stroking himself, obviously trying to shoot his cum onto the both of us.

I was surprised when Jamie took it one step further and crawled over to him, wrapping her lips around his member and giving him a blowjob. By the way he moaned and froze, he didn't expect it, and Jamie's sounds were soon muffled as he shot his thick cream into her throat.

Jamie's hips were swaying from side to side as she sucked down the last few drops of his cum, and I was drooling. I quickly let my tongue slip inside Jamie's pussy and I licked her out, even as he pulled out of her mouth.

Jamie moaned, but gargled and choked on his cum. As she coughed, I knew from the sounds that cum was getting all over the bed under her. I didn't care, though, I felt the need to bring Jamie to a mind-blowing orgasm and when she finally moaned, loudly, I knew the feeling was mutual.

I grabbed Jamie's ass and squeezed her firm cheeks in my hands. My hands trailed all around her body from behind, then eventually found their way to her tits. I grabbed and squeezed, grabbing her nipples between my fingers and lightly tugging.




Hauntings of the Unexpected Ch. 03



Synopsis: Parting is such sweet sorrow, but is it what they really want?

This story contains graphic descriptions of many sexual acts, including lesbian orgies, some incest, and exhibitionism. If you are under the age of consent, or if you are offended by what my brain thought up, then please find a different website. Billions of websites are out there, so happy browsing!

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Monica and I are ending our show as the guests begin to search for their clothes and leave our house, our home.

Tonight ends the forty-second orgy since all of us have started living in this house together. Back when I thought this house was haunted, it was really scary. Now that things have sorted themselves out, along with being able to share my time with Jamie, Monica, and Tracy, things have been a lot better.

I push Monica's face away from my shivering pussy and she stands up, wiping my juices from her mouth as she slips on her robe. We've grown quite fond of each other, and we've agreed to put on shows for the guests near the end of every orgy since her, Jamie, and Tracy were brought in here as well. Speaking of which, I believe Tracy and Jamie are upstairs, tending to our male guests. Both were lucky enough not to get pregnant, but we've all started taking birth control in order to keep anything of the sort from happening.

I stood up and slipped on my own pink bath robe, using the absorbent inside to wipe the saliva from the inside of my crotch. Mary walks into the hallway from the dining room with a smile on her face that I've never seen before. Tracy and Jamie come downstairs just in time for what Mary wants to tell us.

"You all were great, girls!" she shouts, joyfully. "Best one, yet! I especially enjoyed the look on one guy's face when you bent over and rubbed your clit in front of his mouth, Monica! And then, when you touched his nose with it! Top notch teasing, girl!"

"Thanks," blushed Monica.

"Well, girls! I think it's time I told you all the good news right now!" Mary announced.

All of us had no idea what Mary was talking about. The four of us just looked at each other, confused.

"You're all free to go!" Mary declared. "Isn't that great?"

Now, we were even more confused. I stepped forward a few steps.

"Wait, Mary. You told us a long while ago that the only way for you to live is for us to become your personal sex slaves, right? Well, we all made a lifetime commitment, and what about you?" I needed to ask those questions.

"Don't worry about me, Heather!" she beamed. "You all have done so much for this house and everyone inside, and now it feels like we can finally move on. No matter what happens, we're ghosts at heart. We're done with living on Earth, and we'd all like to finally go home, up to the heavens."

Just then, the white walls turned a dingy grey, and the lights dimmed down to almost nothing. The house almost melted and became the old house it once was. Mary and Kyle stood side-by-side, in all their naked glory, and started to glow a bright white. The door opened by itself behind us, and the four of us walked outside and got our first glimpse of the evening moon in months. Together, Mary and Kyle rose up, past the ceiling, up to the sky and beyond the clouds. They went home, where they belong.

Once Kyle and Mary were out of sight, the doors to the house shut and locked by themselves, everything going back to the way things were and leaving all of us outside in the dark, still wearing nothing but our robes.

I looked over and saw everyone's faces. Smiles stretched from ear to ear and then continued onto the next face. We all came together in a group hug, crying tears of joy at our freedom, at long last.

While we were all walking home, I noticed the corner gas station is almost closed for the night, and I wanted to get a quick candy bar before it did. I walked in, up to the register, and searched around for the candy bar I liked. Once I found it, I picked it up and set it on the counter, letting the guy behind the register scan it.

"That'll be 80 cents, miss," declares the 40-year-old cashier, and I quickly realize that I have no pockets and no money.

Monica walks in now, looking for a bottle of soda. She grabs a 20-ounce out of the cooler and sets it next to my candy bar.

"Heather, what's taking you so long?" asked Monica.

"Will this be together?" questioned the man behind the counter.

"Uh, y-yes," I stuttered, turning to Monica. "Monica, we have no money!"

The man instantly looked at us in anger, but Monica seemed to have an idea.

"How about, instead of money, we pay you in our services?" she winked at him.

"Sorry, ladies, I'm married. Now are you gonna pay me or am I gonna call the cops?" He was starting to look impatient.

Monica walked behind me and quickly yanked off my robe, wrapping her arms around my body. "Oh, you have it all wrong. We want to put on a show for you, featuring only the two of us!"

The man was beginning to look calmer and more interested. "Come again?"

Monica quickly shed her own robe before rubbing my nipples to hardness in front of him. She pulled on my nipples until they were dark red. "Do you like the show so far?"

Before he could answer, Monica spread my legs from behind and knelt down, pushing her face between my legs and licking my pussy lips for this man. I gasp and struggle to hold myself up, and the man stretched far above the counter, trying to get a better look at our "show."

I decided to step it up a notch by reaching down and rubbing my clit for him, gasping loudly and causing him to swallow nervously. Monica continued licking my nether lips for a little while longer, and then she pushed her tongue inside me. I was already so far into rubbing myself that when she began to tongue-fuck me I came immediately. Monica pulled her face away from my crotch and I shook and jiggled, squirting a bit of my cum onto the hard tile floor below me.

We both looked up and saw a huge smile on his face. Of course, any man would have smiled at the sight of two naked women, with one of them licking away at the other. He flung himself back behind the counter, though, and I'm sure his hard-on was pushing through his pants.

"Uh, that's very nice, ladies, but I'm afraid company protocol states that..."

"Heather, you're not just gonna leave me hanging out to dry, are you?" Monica interrupted, pouting.

"Don't worry, Monica. I would never do that," I soothed her, all in an attempt to finish what we started with this man. "Here, lay down."

Once Monica was on the floor, I bent over and took her right nipple into my mouth. The cashier is practically floating above the counter, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, staring down at us. My ass was pointing directly at him and my pussy was dripping down my legs. Once Monica moaned in satisfaction, I stood up and turned around, looking straight into this man's eyes.

"Hey, Monica," I asked, "do you want me to return the favor that you gave me?"

"Yes, she does!" exclaimed the excited cashier, immediately realizing what he just said. He drops back down behind the counter, obviously trying to regain his composure.

"Okay, Monica," I started. "Can you hop up on this counter here and maybe spread your legs?"

Monica stood up quickly and was more than happy to pull herself up onto the counter, kneeling and pushing aside the candy bar and the soda as she spread her legs wide, creating a small gap between her pussy and the countertop. I turned around and bent backwards, pushing my head through this small gap and I began licking her out in perfect view of this man. I noticed Monica reaching up and tugging on her own stiff nipples, moaning and crying out for more.

The cashier was drooling by now, his slobber trailing down to the counter in which we were having our fun. He wiped his mouth clean once he realized what was happening.

I stopped eating Monica just long enough to tell her the worst news ever. "I'm gonna stop now, Monica."

She whined in disapproval, but then she breathily asked the cashier if he wanted to continue what I started. He agreed without question.

I pulled my head out from under Monica's slimy pussy and after cracking my back I grabbed her by her arms, allowing her to readjust her position and sit on the counter with her feet out. She bent backwards and I supported her top half while the man quickly went to work licking the horny pussy of my lover.

He only stopped once, hurriedly grabbing his wallet out of his pocket and paying for our stuff. We then allowed him to finish Monica off, giving her her first orgasm by someone outside the house.

Once I helped Monica slide off the counter and put her robe back on, the man behind the counter told us that he has a rod of steel that hadn't been used for a while. He wanted us to help him fix that little problem. I slid my robe back on and walked beside Monica.

"Sorry, but you said you were married!" we laughed before we walked hand-in-hand out the sliding doors.

Tracy and Jamie were waiting outside for us as we walked back out to the street.

"What the hell took you two so long?" Tracy barked at us.

"We were just having some fun with the cashier," Monica stated. "What's wrong with that?"

"Can we just go back home?" Jamie whined. "I want to finally sleep in my own bed, and give my pussy a rest for once."

We all giggled, understanding exactly how she felt. We all walked together, dropping Tracy off at her house, then Jamie, and finally Monica.

As I walked down the street alone, finally heading towards my own house, I noticed a few cars pass by. The drivers of each of them simply stared at me in my robe like I was a hooker or something. It disgusted me.

And then there was this one convertible. It was too dark to see the color of the car or the license plate, but the driver pulled up next to me and asked me to hop in, flashing a hundred-dollar bill at me.

"Sorry, I'm not for sale, pervert!" I hissed at him, walking under a street light.

"Now, come on!" he quipped. "Surely, a pretty girl like you needs some company on a lonely night like this!" I could tell he wasn't gonna stop until he got what he wanted.

I stopped suddenly and he braked as well. Turning to him, I quickly opened my robe and then shut it, giving him a quick peek at my naked body. "Was that what you wanted, pervert?" I continued walking, closing my robe as tight as I could around my body.

"You got me all wrong, baby," he insisted, driving slowly next to me. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my arm with one hand, opening his door with the other hand. "That's what I needed all along!"

He forcefully pulled me into his car and across his lap far enough so that he could shut the door. I tried to scream, but he put his top up too quickly and rolled the windows up, turning this into a true kidnapping. I struggled my hardest, but my actions were useless. He had me pinned across his lap.

As we drove carelessly along the highway, he took the wheel with his right hand. His left hand began slowly inching its way up my leg and under my robe.

"Don't even think about it!" I yelled as I shook violently, trying to loosen his hold on my leg. I ended up tiring myself out, and I reluctantly ceased to fight back. Once he realized that I had stopped struggling, his hand continued its ascent, brushing along my buttocks. I cringed at the unwanted feeling, but his fingers soon found their way between my legs, and I shivered at the pleasant sensations he was giving me. It reminded me of all the good times I had in that house with all my friends, Mary and Kyle too.

My pussy gave him plenty of lubrication as his fingers rubbed up and down along my nether lips, and I could feel his hardened penis pushing through his pants against my skin as we drove down the road. He laughed and told me about the "good times" we were going to have when we arrived at his place. I wanted to yell at him again, but he shoved a finger inside me just as I opened my mouth to scream. I gasped and held my breath, wanting to feel every millimeter of his long digit. I soon lost control and exhaled loudly, crawling and sitting up in the passenger seat of the convertible. I reached over to help unzip his pants and I bent over, giving him the longest blowjob I've ever given a man until we pulled into his driveway.

I don't know what came over me, but I never even got out of the car before I jumped on him and fucked him into oblivion. My moans were barely muffled by his unrelenting mouth as he kissed me all throughout. Once I felt him shoot his thick load deep inside me, I allowed myself to release an orgasm that could shatter boulders. My pussy slobbered all over his dick and I still couldn't stop. I wanted to have another orgasm, and I didn't let him pull out of me until it happened.

I practically lost my voice screaming out my climaxes from having sex with this man, my kidnapper. He helped me to the door and he turned his key in the lock as I was propped up on his other shoulder, my arms wrapped around his body for balance. Once he opened the door, he took me inside and let me drop onto his fancy red couch, pulling my robe from my body as I fell.

"You won't need this tonight," he told me as he threw my robe onto the coat rack by the door.

"Uh... are we?" I moaned as I tried to stay awake on the soft fabric of this incredible couch.

"Are we what?" he called back to me as he grabbed a soda out of the fridge.

"Are we gonna have sex again soon?" I shouted as he walked back into the living room.

"Are you serious?" he laughed. "You almost killed yourself having sex with me out in the car, and all you can think about is doing it again? What have you been up to before I saw you?"

"Mmmmm," I groaned as I remembered exactly what I had been doing before he found me. I really should have let that cashier put his dick inside me. It would have felt incredible.

"If you help me out, I won't call the police for kidnapping," I bargained, trying to cure the tingling down below that hasn't gone away since this man grabbed me off the street.

Standing up, he exhaled as well. "I'll tell you what. I'm a little tired myself from what you did to me out there, but I'll give you this to hold you over." He grabbed a wax banana out of the fake fruit basket on the coffee table near the fireplace. "Maybe you can help yourself until I get my energy back. Okay?" He tossed the banana on my stomach and I quickly grabbed it.

He walked somewhere else, and I shoved the wax fruit as deep inside me as I could. I can't really figure out why I'm so horny all-of-a-sudden, but I know I'll figure it out soon. At least, as soon as I can... "Ohhhh... that feels so good!"

- - -

I feel kinda sad for messing up his couch with my squirting orgasm, but I'm sure he won't mind. When I stood up, I wiped the couch off the best I could, licking my fingers of my juices. I even kneeled down and applied my tongue directly on the couch in an attempt to get it as clean as before, but no luck.

"You must really like the taste of yourself to go that far," said the man from just inside the doorway. "I've never met a woman who loves the flavor of her own sex that much."

Blushing, I scurry up onto the couch and pose like nothing happened. "What? No! I, uh..."

"No, don't worry about it," he tells me as he walks over to where I am sitting. He is wearing some very loose gray sweatpants and a red striped t-shirt, and I have no trouble seeing his tent pitched and pointed directly at me.

"So, are you ready for me?" I tease him in a puppy-dog voice, dropping my hand back to my pussy and sliding a finger between my lower lips. I see him looking down at my finger, then up at my face, watching my expression change from lust to need.

I pull my hand away from below and place it on his waist. My other hand joins the first and I briskly yank his sweatpants down, making his 7-inch dick spring back up and bob in front of me. It is so erotic watching his member dance for me, and without another word I take it inside my mouth again. His hands immediately grab the sides of my head and he yells at me to take it deep. Of course, it took some practice back in the house, but I was finally trained to deepthroat as much as fourteen inches! His was only half that, but it still took some effort to swallow.

Half-way through, I heard him saying something about wanting to finally try backdoor sex, and I couldn't have been happier to accept his offer. Unfortunately, though, that included pulling his big shaft from within my happy throat.

I hurried to the floor and positioned myself, but as soon as he knelt behind me I had an idea.

"Hey, do you think I can call up a friend of mine?" I ask with a slight sense of fear in my voice for some reason.

"I'm not gonna let you call the cops!" He barked at me.

"Oh, no! That's not it at all! I just wanna dial up a friend who would be glad to be here with us, trust me. If you want, you can even dial the number and talk to her yourself. Just make sure to put it on speakerphone, okay?" I begged him to understand, and eventually he agreed.

Grabbing his cell phone from a coat on the coat rack, he pressed the speakerphone button and I could hear the dial tone quite clearly. I gave him the name and number and when he dialed it, I could hear the familiar ringing. It rang a few times, and just when I thought nobody was home...

"... Hello?" Tracy breathily answered the phone.

"Hello? Is Tracy there?" replied my kidnapper.

"Speaking!" Tracy yelled. "Who... is this? Ahhh!!!"

"Do you, by any chance, have any connection with the police?" He asked her, but I knew he would ask all along.

"Look, I... Oh my GOD!!!... I don't know any cops, and I don't have time to talk, so..."

"Hi, Tracy!!!" I yelled as loud as I could, crawling to the phone.

"Shut up, bitch!!!" He yelled at me, his face turning red from anger.

"Heather? Is that you? Oh my!!!" Tracy answered.

"It's me!!! Um, what's going on over there?" I ask, watching my kidnapper get angry.

"Oooohhh!!! Please, you gotta stop for a second! We're just having some fun over HERE!!! Haaahhh, nothing strange or anything! Why?" Tracy moaned deeply, which told me that she was having some incredible sex with somebody. I soon hear someone else talking in the background.

"Are you ready for me to give you what you've asked for?"

I was shocked. I've heard that voice before, but I NEVER imagined Tracy to do something so... taboo!

"Tracy! Is... is that your mom's voice?"

"Ooohhh!!! YES!!! Oh, God YES!!! Aaaaaahhh!!!" Tracy's screaming was causing the phone to buzz a little.

I smiled. I've seen Tracy's mother and she does look HOT, but I doubted Tracy would ever go that far.

"How did you pull that off? I know your mom, and there's no way she'd be into that!" I shouted into the phone, over the sounds of her own yelling.

"Uhh, thank you," Tracy exhaled, finished. "I know you thought this would be a little weird at first, but you're gonna love it like I do, eventually. Trust me."

"Huh?" Both the man and me were confused.

"Hey, Heather, you know when you dropped me off at my house, I was wearing my robe?" Tracy began interviewing me.

"Yeah, so?" I replied.

"Well, when my mom saw me in it, she sat me down and asked me where I was for the past couple hours. When she said that, it blew me away because I know we were in that house for months. I explained everything to her, and she didn't believe me at first..." 

"Wait!" I interrupted. "We were only gone for a couple of hours? That's impossible!!!"

"Yeah, I know. Weird, right? Well, anyway, my mom thought I was lying until she saw me masturbating with the TV remote in front of the window for my neighbor's husband's camera. I told her the truth, all of it, and then I did something I never thought I would do."




Hauntings of the Unexpected Ch. 03



"What did you do?" asked the curious man who kidnapped me.

"I... I made the first move on my mother!" Tracy's voice was starting to shake, but then she moaned again. "Oh, mom, you gotta hold on for a second and let me finish the story! ...No, I'll eat you out later, but right now I wanna finish explaining this to my friend, Heather." Tracy paused, and it sounded like she took the phone away from her ear. "Yes, I know you're wet and I also want to lick you... Okay, geez! I'll finger you now to hold you over. Sound good?"

The kidnapper has drool hanging out of his mouth and his boner is pointing straight up towards the ceiling. A large drop of pre-cum leaks down his shaft and into his dark pubes.

"Anyway, Heather, it took a long time to convince her, but now..." I heard her mother moan loudly and the sloppy sounds of Tracy's wet palm slapping wet skin, "... we're having a great time now!"

"Can you finish me off, now that you've told your story?" Tracy's mother was really horny for a thirty-seven-year-old married woman!

"Oh, Heather, you don't understand! When daddy gets home from work, me and mom are gonna have a really good 'talk' with him, right mom?" They both laughed and then Tracy's mom moaned again. "Heather, I'm gonna have to let you go! One of us needs a spanking!"

CLICK

He hung up the phone and dropped it, looking stunned. I let him come to grips with his thoughts before he finally spoke to me.

"That... was your friend?" His voice revealed his disbelief. It still took him a while to pick up his jaw from the floor.

"Tracy's one of my three best friends!" I smiled wider. "There's also Monica, who's a year younger than the both of us, and there's Jamie, who's a year younger than Monica! We all were in that house, and we all have been turned into raging sex addicts. That's why Tracy hooked up with her mom, and that's why I don't want to arrest you." I quickly hunched over onto him and swallowed his cock for the third time tonight.

After he blew his load down my throat, I think he passed out from the shock of it all. Laying on the floor, I think he looked sexy. I think I'm falling in love with my kidnapper, and I don't even know his name!

- - -

When I woke up, I could see the sun shining through the curtains onto my stomach. By the way, I slept on his couch, completely naked, because that's the way I like to sleep now.

When I stood up, I walked over to the window and looked out. I saw the beach, and I yawned and stretched my arms high above my head, bending back and stretching my spine as well.

Before I could drop my arms again, I was quickly embraced from behind and my tits were grabbed by the man who stole me last night. His boner was stiffer than ever and was poking me slightly between my asscheeks from behind me. I laughed at the delightful feeling so early in the morning.

"Do you really want to do it this early?" I teased as I cupped my hands over his, squeezing gently and letting his hands touch me more.

"I want to fuck your ass. Right here, right now. What do you say?" He whispered in my ear.

Bending over, I allowed him to spit on my dark tunnel for lubrication and line up his member. "You know, you didn't have to ask. Next time, just say the word, and I will," I informed him.

Hearing what I said, he wasted no time pushing past my outer ring and barely gave me enough time for my muscles to adjust to his size before he pulled out and pumped again. The house was quiet until he entered me. Now, my grunts and moans echo through the house as he fills me up with his pole.

Stumbling forward by the force of it all, my head pushes the curtains apart and my face mashes against the window. Opening my eyes, I see the beautiful view of the beach in front of me. Soon, however, I realize that my naked form is pressed against solid glass and any lucky voyeur would be able to look at my bouncing figure at any time. I try to back away, but this man has me pinned against the window, driving inside me like there's no tomorrow.

Just to be clear, I'm not horny right now in any way. While we were living in that house, we were basically having sex constantly, whether we were horny or not. We knew we had to learn how to somewhat fake it for the pleasure of our guests, though, so we learned how to get wet on command and cum on command. Who knows, maybe I'll unleash an orgasm on him soon!

He'll never know what hit him!

Suddenly, I look down and see a twenty-something-looking guy walking along the beach, wearing nothing but a white tanktop and blue swimming trunks. As he walks near the window, I catch his eye and he turns his head to face me. He quickly grows wide-eyed and a smile forms upon his face. He looks left, then right, looking to see if the coast is clear. I look lower and see a boner begin to grow beneath his shorts. The man on the beach walks closer to the window, mesmerized by my naked body being fucked in the open.

I believe now's the time to use the trick I've learned.

It takes me a while, and it helped when the man behind me shot his cum deep inside my behind, but I finally get my own pussy dripping without touching it. The man on the beach looks amazed at how horny he seemed to have made me, and he begins rubbing the crown of his cock through his trunks. I look behind me at my kidnapper and ask him to reach around me and rub my clit. He seems happy to do it.

Watching my clit get tickled by the man behind me, I can see a wet spot forming in the center of the beachgoer's shorts. I help him along by bucking my hips against the window, the loud clapping sounds echo inside of the spacious living room, my juices splattering on the glass and dripping to the floor, able to be clearly seen from outside. I think he's done for, so I let loose and cream all over the window, making sure my female liquids gleam in the bright sun as they make their way to the floor. When I open my eyes again, I see the beach man with his dick pulled out, bucking his own hips in midair, obviously cumming into some plants or something below the window.

Looking at the man on the beach, now satisfied with his morning jizz, for some reason I can't help but remember being double-dicked by the two men in the closet, back when I first spent time in the house. The man behind me pulls his hand away, licking it, and I have to admit...

I miss living in that house!

With sweat rolling down my face, I slump back to the couch and flop down on my rear end, immediately regretting it as the pain kicks in. It always hurts to be fucked from behind, but the kinkiness of the experience is too much to decline. I always have loved to be fucked in the ass back in the house, and I usually had my backdoor filled a bit less than half the time.

"So..." sighs the man as he turns towards me, pulling up his sweatpants from last night. "What about that Tracy girl? Do you still want her to come over? I can go pick her up right now, if you want."

Feeling the pain in my ass, but also feeling excited at my new exhibitionism, I ask him if I can ride along to give him directions. He agrees and walks over to the door, grabbing my robe from the coat rack and tossing it towards me. I slip it on and tie it tight, walking next to him out the door.

When he walks around and opens my car door like a gentleman, I cry on the inside and climb inside, looking over at the teeth marks I left on the head-rest of the driver's seat. Laughing, he climbs in next to me and sticks the key in, revving the engine and rolling the windows back down. As he pulls out of his driveway, he presses a button and the top drops back down behind us. Driving down the road now, the wind blows in my face and I glance over at him, remembering all the 'good times' we actually did have in his house. Surprisingly, I think I could live there!

I give him the directions to Tracy's house, but then I remember that she doesn't know that we're coming over! I hope she won't mind!

After a long drive, we pull into Tracy's driveway just before the car clock reads "11:38 a.m."

We walk up to the door and I knock. He stands behind me and I can faintly hear "Door's open!" being shouted from inside. It sounded like Tracy's mom's voice, too.

I open the door and the man behind me follows inside. Tracy's front door leads directly into the family room, so I escort the man towards the living room, where Tracy is doing something unbelievable!

In the middle of the floor, I see Tracy and both her parents completely naked! Tracy is laying on her back. Her mother is kneeling above her face, and Tracy is licking her pussy below her! Her father has his cock deep inside Tracy's twat, rubbing her clit and riding her like a bull!

Shouting out a warning, Tracy's father pulls out and her mother leans forward. He strokes himself a couple times before shooting his cum up onto his wife's forehead, letting it drip down to her lips. Tracy's mom takes the exposed meat-stick in her mouth, sucking it until it's dry before she pops it back out. He backs away and she drops her cum-coated face down to lick the freshly-pounded pussy of her daughter.

Standing off to the side, I can't help but get wet from watching Tracy and her mother on the floor. The man behind me walks out from behind me and heads towards the lesbian show in the middle of the living room. Sitting near them, on the couch by the wall, the man pulls his hard cock out of his sweatpants and strokes himself to their show.

It doesn't last long, especially when Tracy's mom moans deep and lifts her head from Tracy's snatch. Tracy drops her head and spreads her mother's legs wide, letting a little stream of fluid squirt out, splattering on the couch between the man's legs. He looks down and sees the older woman's cream between his legs, losing the ability to continue. His pistoning hand speeds up, he growls like a tiger and his thick load bursts out and arcs in the air, heading towards Tracy and her mother like a catapult.

The sticky wad lands on her mom's back, splattering and oozing down her spine, towards the crack of her ass. Tracy slaps her hands onto her mother's back just in time to stop the flow of his cum, and then she rubs her hands all around, spreading the mess all over her back. The man on the couch, now drained of his bodily fluids, leans back and watches Tracy and her mom on the floor, slowly stroking himself back to full size.

Tracy's mom moans and groans as Tracy spreads the cum up to her shoulders and down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks and licking her pussy again. Her mom than decides to finger her daughter as she licks her clit with even more vigor than before. Tracy moans and sticks her tongue far into her mother's pink passage and they ride each other into a state of Armageddon. Shaking and rolling around together, their mutual climax provides a fantasy that I know'll never leave my memory.

As they hug each other and calm down from their explosion, Tracy is the first to stand up and walk over to where I'm standing. Her mom stands up a minute or so later, walking out into the kitchen. As I stare at Tracy's face, I can't help but focus on the shimmer of her mother's feminine juices smeared across her face from her fun. I reach up and rub my pointer finger across the juice, collecting some of it on my fingertip. As I pull it away from her face, however, Tracy grabs my hand and engulfs my finger, getting another taste of her mother's essence.

Suddenly, I notice the man on the couch behind Tracy shoot off again, his useless wad rocketing onto the floor and soaking into the carpet.

"So, who's your friend?" asked Tracy.

"He's... uh..." I stutter, but then again, I really don't know his name. I never asked.

"My name's Andy," he says as he pulls his sweatpants back up around his waist.

"Cool!" Tracy chimes, looking over at me. "How'd you meet him?"

Both Andy and I say the exact same thing just then, keeping the kidnapping a secret.

"It's a long story."

"Okay," Tracy raises her eyebrow with suspicion. "Now I know you two are hiding something!" She laughs. "Never mind, Heather. I don't really care! But, what are you two doing over here in the first place?"

I spoke up without missing a beat.

"We want to know if you won't mind spending a few days with us back at his beach house?"

"Plenty of food, a spare bed, and a breath-taking view of the ocean. How does that sound?" Finally, Andy joined the conversation.

"And he means breath-taking!" I laugh and so does Andy.

"It sounds great," Tracy agrees, "but I can't go."

"Why not?" Andy and I harmonize again.

"Because," Tracy smirks, bending over and pulling my belt off, "I'm having too much fun with my parents!" My robe drifts apart and my tits make their entrance.

Suddenly, Tracy's father walks in from another room and takes her from behind, fucking her right in front of me. Tracy seemed to know what was going to happen all along, and she moans and grabs my shoulders for support, taking my exposed right nipple in her mouth. I can tell that this is going to be a weird experience, but I sink to the floor anyway and join her and her father in the forbidden threesome she must have wanted from the start.

As I finish sitting on the floor, Tracy ends up in doggy-style with my nipple still poking between her lips. Her father is still driving inside her and has also began to rub the perimeter of Tracy's ass with his thumb. The vibrations on my breast from her moaning tells me that Tracy is enjoying the intimate attention from her father, and I help out as well. Reaching under her body with both my hands, I grab her melons and massage them like bread, heightening the eroticism for Tracy. Her arms give way and her previous sucking gives her fall a loud popping sound as her face drops onto my lap. I decide to lean back and spread my legs, giving Tracy a chance to feast on my dripping womanhood, if she wants to.

Tracy lifted her head and gazed into my moist tunnel, looking back at her father as if to say: "Aren't you gonna watch, daddy?"

Turning back and staring deep into my wet, needy sex, Tracy applied her mouth to my pussy and I quickly realized that this is Tracy's first time ever eating me. Usually she licks Jamie's or Monica's minge, or more recently her mom's, but I've never been tongued by Tracy until now!

Weird, right?

Aside from that, Tracy is doing a fantastic job on me. I glance up at her dad and he can't keep his eyes off the back of Tracy's bobbing head as she licks me. His hips pump harder into his daughter's horny twat and it looks like he pushed his thumb as far into Tracy's ass as it can go, fucking her ass with it. Tracy reaches up and grabs my tits with both of her hands, flicking her own thumbs across my rock-hard nipples. Tracy's dad pulls out of her and yanks his thumb from her behind, crawling over next to us to get a better look, stroking himself to the sight of his daughter licking my pussy with such talent.

I think I saw Tracy's mom walk by the doorway to the kitchen across from us and look in here for a quick second before she walked past, still naked from before. Suddenly backing up and giving us a double-take, most likely noticing Tracy's two unattended netherholes, she hurried to run towards us and kneel down behind Tracy. Shoving a few fingers into Tracy's unsatisfied quim, she does the unthinkable and uses her tongue on Tracy's puckered hole.

Exhaling her hot breath on my soaking lips, Tracy seems to love this newly-acquired stimulation and she raises her mouth to dart her tongue over my plump clit a few times. Tracy's father beside us lets loose and growls out as his load of cum shoots out at us, slapping against Tracy's cheek and dripping down onto my mound. Tracy licks up his seed from my lower lips, eventually tracing the liquid back to its source and giving her beloved dad a pornstar-esque blowjob as her mother continues to pleasure her from behind.

Horny and alone, I look around for Andy and see him still sitting on the couch stroking his dark-red cock, threatening to explode again any second. Grasping my pussy lips and tugging them apart into a wide "O," I invite Andy down for a much-needed treat. However, before I could even let go of my lower lips, Andy was hovering over me, pumping away, grabbing my arms and pinning them to the carpet as he gave me what I desperately needed.

Through my squinted eyes, I noticed Tracy's bobbing head and then her mother's bobbing head behind her, both heads knocking to the same beat. Tracy's dad had pulled Tracy's arms behind her back and above her head, restricting her movement as her mouth sucked him down, but very nicely showing off her tits to me. Andy grunted and his grip lightened up, his member inside me ejecting his hot, sticky wad deep in my bowels.

I look over again and see Tracy's dad pulling Tracy up into a kneeling position, forcing her mother behind her to follow down and under her. His dick pops out of her mouth, and I doubt that the image of his large, hairy member will ever leave my mind. Grabbing himself and rubbing hard, he fires off a strong shot of white hot cum into the valley between Tracy's bobbing breasts, a shiny, white river running down to her naval. A weaker shot is fired, hitting the exact center of her chest and merging with the earlier stream, but Tracy catches the dripping love-juice and brings it up to her mouth, licking it like candy.

As her father shoots his cum onto her stomach again, she scoops up some with her finger and reaches behind her back.

"Mom," is the only word Tracy says and her mother's ass-licking immediately ceases for the moment, lifting her head to draw Tracy's glimmering finger into her mouth using only her slimy tongue. Watching this, I can't seem to hold back my orgasm any longer and I buck and moan and tremor, accidentally getting everyone's attention in the process.

Clutching the carpet with both of my hands, I quickly feel a different pair of hands grab my legs and pry them apart as my hips begin to levitate above the ground. Feeling my clit being gently gnawed by somebody's teeth, my heels become implanted in the carpet as I shove my pelvis into the foreign face between my thighs.

It feels like forever before I calm down from such a tremendous climax, but once I do, I smile and my eyes begin to water. Never before have I experienced an orgasm so outrageously blood-bursting, so bone-breakingly terrifying, that I start to worry about my own well-being afterwards. It is a fear that I would love to feel again, if ever given the chance.

Sitting up on the floor, I notice Tracy's mom kneeling between my parted legs, which means that she was the one who bit my clit. Drooping my head down, exhausted from what just happened, I set my eyes upon the trailing stream between the older woman's legs, proof of her excitement.

I think she saw me looking, though.

Standing up, Tracy's mother walks over to a small table sitting beside the couch that Andy has again decided to sit down on. Grabbing what I assume is the television remote, she plops down beside Andy on the couch and slowly peels her own gooey legs apart, taking the remote and inserting it inside her glossy pink tunnel, shouting in welcome relief. Tracy's father stands up and explains to us about how much he would love to stay and watch, but he has an important business meeting to plan for. He forces himself out of the room with another boner, back and bigger than ever.

Andy is staring directly at the lewd ministrations of the sexy woman sitting next to him. I can see the muscles in his neck tighten, letting me know just how bad he wants to help her out. She spreads her legs wider, resting her left leg on top of Andy's right leg, signaling that she accepts his offer. Andy reaches over and rubs her mons with two fingers, slowly dropping lower and lower. With one finger he jiggles the top of her lips, where they both meet, and then he drops even lower, just grazing his rough fingerprint along the soft flesh of her clit.




Hauntings of the Unexpected Ch. 03



Her screams become much louder, able to be heard all throughout the house. She fucks herself faster and faster, eventually yanking the remote from within herself and throwing it at the wall across the room as her pussy squirts far out onto the carpet, soaking in and leaving a dark spot. Grabbing her legs and keeping them apart as her orgasm reaches its true peak, her sexual liquids rush out once more, landing just an inch ahead of the previous blast.

After that, her cum simply begins to seep down into the lower crack of her ass, down even farther into the fabric of the couch. Her voice quiets down, and she drowsily stands up, smiling and talking to herself about "a nice hot shower to relax from so much delightful sex."

I look over at Tracy and think to myself, and I believe that she hasn't had an orgasm yet. Her mom may have started, but never finished, and I start to feel bad for her. Unfortunately, even though I want to help her achieve climax, I'm too tired from my own. Andy also looks beat from all the sex this morning. Standing up, I walk over towards the kitchen and peek my head through the doorway, looking for the clock that I know is in here, somewhere.

Right beside the fridge, just like I remember.

1:03 p.m.

Looking back behind me, I see Andy pulling his sweatpants up his legs and looking around for a dry spot on the couch to sit again. Tracy is gone, and Andy tells me that she went into another room in the house. I asked him "which room," but he didn't know. Standing up again, Andy asks me if I want to go back to his place, but I tell him that there's one more person I want him to meet.

Jamie.

Slipping my robe back on, we walk out to his car, yelling our goodbyes to everybody. We hop into the car, pulling out of the driveway and driving off.

Heading down the road, I give Andy the directions to Jamie's house. I sigh and remind myself of what just happened. I know that my time at Tracy's house will be something I remember forever. I look over at Andy's face, and his wide smile says it all. He'll never forget it, either.

In no time at all, we arrive at Jamie's house, and Andy pulls the car into the driveway. Walking up to the door, I look back at Andy and he rushes past me. Hastily tapping the door knocker, he looks excited to see what Jamie has to offer. I understand, though. We both had an amazing time with Tracy (and her family), so he must want to see what Jamie has to offer.

Andy is frightened away by something, and he whispers into my ear. "Someone's coming."

The door opens.

Jamie greets me from within, wearing the same robe that she left the house in. It seems like she never changed into something better. Standing on her toes, Jamie looks behind me with a curious expression on her face.

"Come on in," she smiles as she sinks back to the floor, moving aside for us to walk past her. "Who's your friend?"

"I'm Andy," he says as we walk into Jamie's house. "I'm Hannah's friend."

"My name's Heather!" I blurt out, without realizing just how loud my voice is in the quiet house. I clear my voice and try to keep my volume down. "Jamie, why... where are your parents? Why are you alone?"

"My parents went to work an hour ago, and..."

"Damn!" Andy shouts, turning around and attempting to storm back out. I reach out and grab his shoulder, turning him around again.

"We didn't come here for that, you know!" I yell at him, trying to be polite, but quickly realizing that we've interrupted Jamie's story. "I'm sorry, Jamie. You were saying?"

"Did something happen? What do my parents have to do with it?" asked Jamie.

"Did you also fuck your parents?" The words came out of Andy like vomit, unstoppable until the deed is done.

"What?" Jamie looked shocked. "I would never..."

"Don't worry about him, Jamie," I explained. "He's just a little tired, that's all."

"Who would ever think about something disgusting like that? Anyway, I've been home alone for a while now, but I've been bored as hell ever since we got out of the house. Heather, I know it's going to sound stupid coming from me, but I think I really miss being in that house! Too bad we can never go back again, though." Jamie looked down and her frown was obvious.

"What is your deal with this house I keep hearing about?" Andy asked. "Why can't you go back?"

"It's a long story," I explain, to hide the real details.

"I've got time!" Andy wasn't about to let this go.

"Not THAT much..." I tried to keep it a secret, but Jamie placed her hand on my mouth to stop me.

"I think I know why he wants us to tell him the whole truth." Jamie suddenly got a serious look on her face. "You mentioned the house to him, didn't you? You don't have to hide it. He seems like the kind to tell everyone the little bit he does know if we don't give him the whole story now. So, Heather, answer me this: Would you rather have him tell the world about what little he does know, or would you rather tell him the whole story now, if it means the secret will be kept?"

"This is a whole different side to you, Jamie." I was beginning to feel sympathetic for some reason, but she had a point. If we don't tell him the truth, he'll just tell everyone about what he just saw. What I did to him last night, what Tracy did this morning, everything would be publicized!

I don't want that!

"Okay!" I scream. "We'll tell you!"

"Yes!" Andy jumps for joy, laughing like an excited little kid.

"Jamie? Would you care to tell him?" I didn't want to tell the story, because it would've been too embarrassing.

"Why me?" Jamie reasoned. "You were the first to enter the house in the first place. And, to be honest, you never told any of us what happened to you for those first two days! Time to confess, Heather."

Embarrassed could never describe what I was feeling right now. More like... complete humiliation!

"Well, I... uh..." My teeth chatter a bit. "I guess it all started when Jamie, Tracy, and Monica all dared me to..."

"Monica?" Andy interrupted.

"She's another one of Heather's friends," Jamie explained. "Now, shut up and let her get back to the story."

All eyes were on me to finish my story.

"Anyway," I continue, "they all dared me to spend two nights and one day inside. As long as I can remember, everyone had heard stories about the haunted McCroy house. Hearing strange noises coming from within, seeing weird things happening in the window. Everyone knew the rumors, but nobody had ever stepped inside until I came along."

"When I took my first step into the McCroy's abandoned house, it was kinda disgusting-looking. Dirty, dusty, and full of strange things. However, once I took my first few steps into the house, everyone else slammed the door behind me and drilled it shut. I had no way to escape, and I was afraid for my life. They all just laughed and walked away, leaving me alone and scared stiff."

"Sorry about that." Jamie apologized. "We didn't know."

"It got better, though." I kept the story going and explained every detail that I remembered. I told them about the mirrors and the jacuzzi. I even told them about what Mary was like when I first met her! I explained exactly how Mary trapped me inside her room and screamed at me when I didn't agree to fulfill the prophecy right away. I had explained about meeting Kyle in the pitch-black room and I had fun telling them about the game we played, Who First. Andy wanted to play Who First with Jamie and I, but I got out of it by insisting that you needed an even number of people to play.

I had even explained about when I had tricked Jamie, Tracy, and Monica inside the house as well and sealed them inside with me. Luckily, Jamie was nice enough to take over for me and explain the rest of the story. Jamie told Andy about when I first told her, about how she had fought at the front door to escape. She explained how I tried to get everyone to do something they would've never agreed to, otherwise. She told Andy about how they had punished me at first, using Mary and Kyle as pawns in my punishment. However, she did got off-topic and explain how she first felt about joining us on the bed for her first lesbian experience, training for the upcoming party. Andy's cock had since become a spike in his sweatpants. Jamie eventually included something I was wondering about, which was the details of what exactly happened as her and Tracy were in the shower together while I was with Monica, downstairs.

She explained it in outstanding detail, describing every part of the entire event!

I looked down at Andy's sweatpants and noticed a big, dark, wet spot forming above the head of his rock-hard rod. I wanted to yank it out and give it a deep, sloppy kiss so badly, but I knew Jamie's story was more important. To tell the truth, I was wet between my legs myself, but I wanted to try to hold out for a bit longer, to hear the end of her story.

"And then, after we learned you and Monica broke the dial on the shower, we..."

Okay, it was getting a bit boring, just listening to the entire thing again, in more detail than necessary.

"Then I heard Mary announce the start of the party, and I hurried to run downstairs so I could meet the guests." Jamie took forever with the story, but she finally got to the good part.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...and then I grabbed Heather's hand and dragged her into the bedroom behind us."

I remember that! At the time, I had thought that she was someone from the crowd, about to force me to have sex. I was surprised when I looked at Jamie after she threw me onto the bed.

Good times. Good times.

The story got better and better after that, but she kept getting off-topic and making all of us horny with the side-stories. I tried to stay dry down there, but her stories were so...

Of course!!! Oh, why didn't I realize that before?

Jamie doesn't care about the story anymore! She's getting off-topic on purpose! Like she said, she misses the house! Since she's been bored ever since she left, she probably wants to have sex with a stranger, just like she did back in the house! Oh, wow, I can't believe I never thought of that until just now!

I look back down at the peak of Andy's sweatpants, and the wet patch has made parts of the fabric see-through. I can see a hint of his purple head through his sweatpants, and I reach over to it. Petting the crown of his cock, he looks over into my eyes and Jamie stops telling the story, looking at me as well. Staring into Andy's eyes as well, I reach up and slip my fingers below the waistband, sliding his sweatpants down far enough to let his dick make an entrance. Cum is leaking down his shaft towards his balls, but I grab his meat and stroke up and down, rubbing his own cream into himself.

Jamie is looking at Andy's cock the whole time. I glance over into the cave between her legs created by her robe and I can see the shine of her wetness trailing down her thighs. With my other hand, I tug off my robe's belt and flip open the sides, revealing my horny nakedness to the open air. With my robe open, and one hand masturbating Andy, I use my free hand to masturbate myself, in full view of Jamie.

She smiles at me, and I know I've done the right thing.

Shucking open her own robe, she spreads her legs and we watch as her pussy lips blossom open for us. Her right hand drops down and she teases her clit with her middle finger, shaking it and rubbing circles around it. Andy looks confused, trying to focus on two masturbating women at once. Finally, my handjob brings him to the point of explosion, and a big shot of cum hits the floor. Jamie whines and quickly stands up, running over to Andy before he shoots off again. She takes Andy's cockhead in her mouth and her cheeks suck inward. Andy growls loudly and grabs Jamie's head, yanking her hair at its roots and letting her suck him dry.

As Andy calms down, I encourage Jamie to join me in a show just for him, and she undoubtedly agrees. I lay back down on the ground, telling Jamie to straddle my face.

Andy's eyes are as big as saucers as he stares at two girls 69'ing in front of him. However, this shouldn't be all that different compared to Tracy's house, but I don't let that bother me. Jamie's tongue is inside me, and my fingers are teasing her fuckhole as I lick her clit. Her dripping juices are all over my face, and she's licked most of my liquids up, but I'm not worried. I've heard her gargling on Tracy's juices a few times before, for the amusement of one of the male guests.

Jamie shivers in lust above me, and I want to give something a try. It's something I've seen done before, but I've never wanted to do it until now.

I stop teasing Jamie's pussy and I pull my body between her legs, behind her. It forces her to stop eating me for now, but I know I only have a short time before Jamie's rising orgasm backs off, so I have to work quickly.

Kneeling behind Jamie now, with my pussy still dripping onto the floor below me, I get ready for something I've never done before. To pull it off, I do two things at once.

First, I plunge two fingers of each hand as deep as possible inside Jamie's pink tunnel.

Secondly, I shove my tongue far into her ass.

Bingo! The trigger is pulled, and Jamie's floodgates open wide!

My fingers are drowned by a quick rush of Jamie's female secretions, and then another quick burst when I don't expect it. I drop my mouth and suck as much as I can into my mouth, but it comes at me too fast, a tsunami of sexual intensity.

Who knew that watching Tracy's nympho mom would help me out later?

Once Jamie finally dropped down onto her stomach, exhausted from my kinky tongue-action, I crawl around to her front and spread my legs in front of her. It seems like she is using the last of her strength to push herself forward just far enough to rest her head above my hips. Her tongue slips out and returns inside me. Laying back onto the floor, grabbing my tits at the same time, I stare up at Andy with a needy look on my face. He glances down, into my eyes (surprisingly), and he drops down to me. His lips meet mine in an upside-down kiss, and his hands replace mine on my breasts.

Andy rubs and pinches my nipples, staring up at Jamie as she slowly, ever-so-slowly licks my crying pussy. I tilt my head slightly and I see his hard cock swinging under his body really close to my face. My mouth starts watering and saliva drips out of my mouth and down the side of my cheek to my ear. Jamie targets my clit next and her hand comes up to push a finger into me, teasing my tunnel from within.

The attention towards me is getting to me. My pussy is twitching and I feel a warm sensation deep in my bowels. I know I am about to orgasm soon.

Andy groans, and quickly kneels back up. His dick suddenly sprays my face with his cum before he can redirect it towards anything else. Apparently a guy doesn't need physical stimulation to reach his breaking point. I just open my mouth and allow him to shoot off the rest into my throat, then I joyfully swallow his thick load. His fingers begin to repeatedly pinch my nipples and the added pain makes my pussy quake and spill out all over Jamie's mouth and fingers. I can feel my body vibrating, and Andy finally begins to get soft above me.

Andy tumbles back and sits on the floor above my head while Jamie licks all around my pussy, cleaning up after herself and me. I just reach down and stroke my hand through her hair, letting her know that I appreciate everything that just happened.

Cleaned up and satisfied, I stand up and help Jamie up off the floor. We kiss one final time, and I also wipe her face clean of my own juices, tasting my fingers. Looking back, Andy has moved back up to the couch, sitting and looking at us with a huge smile on his face. Jamie's expression quickly turns from happiness to pensive.

"You guys have to leave soon, don't you?" Jamie asked, sulking.

"No," I commented. "We don't have to leave now, but we do want to visit Monica before the day ends."

"Monica?" Jamie looked confused. "I haven't heard from her ever since we left last night. Is she alright?"

"I don't know," I answered. "That's why we're going to visit her, to see if everything's okay."

"Okay," Jamie smiled. "Are you still going to stay here for a while and keep me company, though?"

"Of course!" I assured her.

And for almost three hours, Andy and I talked with Jamie about what we've been doing the whole time and what we might do later on. We even told her about Andy's kidnapping me, and what happened afterwards, which caused us all to get horny again! Jamie was aching for some tongue action from me this time.

Walking out the door after we got dressed, we waved Jamie goodbye, and we hopped into Andy's car.

"So, where to next?" asked Andy as he revved the engine. The car pulled away from Jamie's house and the car sat idle as Andy stared at me.

Well, he stared at my chest, but I knew he was waiting for my answer.

"Do you wanna see my friend Monica?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah!" Andy laughed. "What are we waiting for?"

He clutched the wheel tightly and I pointed him in the direction of Monica's house. We pulled all the way out of Jamie's driveway and started down the road.

I just hope she doesn't mind a surprise visit.

- - -

Arriving at Monica's house, we pulled into the driveway and I noticed that all of her lights were off inside. Getting out of the car, Andy and I both looked at each other in confusion.

Getting out of the car, Andy looked at me and asked "Should we still go in here? She's not even home."

"Just come on," I told him, and I walked up to the door.

Turning the knob and realizing the door was unlocked, we walked inside and found ourselves in Monica's living room. Though I've been here many times, it's way different when it's dark. Andy and I simply stood side-by-side quietly for a few seconds before Andy's comment broke the calm silence.

"Do you hear that?"

Holding my breath, I tried to listen in on any sounds that Andy could've heard that I had missed before. After a few minutes, though, I realized what he heard.

It was a girl's moaning, and if I remember her house correctly, it was coming from her basement!

I grabbed Andy's hand and led him across the living room to the hallway nearby, and I felt around for the doorknob on the wall that I knew went straight into the basement. As I opened the door and stared down the long set of stairs, we both noticed a faint glow coming from around the corner where the stairs turned left into the room.

Andy and I descended the stairs quietly, hoping that none of the stairs squeaked or creaked as to give away our presence.

As the yellow glow got brighter and I turned the corner, with Andy's head on my shoulder for him to see as well, we noticed the line of candles that created the glow that drew us down here.

Though I have to admit, I've never been in Monica's basement before. It looked like just an empty room that was carpeted and had a queen-sized mattress set in the exact center of the room. It smelled of cinnamon air freshener as well.

Laying on the bed next to one another was Monica and a slightly younger girl that I've never seen before. They were kissing an moaning through each other's lips.

Oh I forgot to mention: they were both completely naked.

Monica reached over and grabbed one of the candles from the line and knelt above the younger girl, tipping the candle slightly so the melted wax dripped down and drizzled across her full breasts. The girl immediately yelped at the painful heat, but soon had a smile across her face and surprisingly begged Monica for more.

He wish was granted as Monica used the candle to create a line of melted wax down between her breasts to her stomach, and then to the side until it went down one leg. Retracing the line and changing direction, the melted wax was dropped down onto her other leg also.