The next day started with a colossal bang. I was rudely awoken by an explosion of sound. I crawled out of bed stretching, then moved to the window for a look when I heard loud voices echoing up to my room. Peering through the curtains, it turned out that the next-door neighbor had backed into an oncoming service truck while leaving her driveway. From the looks of things, it was a one hell of a colossal fender bender. A hoot escaped my lips at the sight. I didn’t mean to laugh, but the old woman next door had been the bane of my existence since childhood. Shaking my head I turned away remembering her spiteful actions through the years.She constantly complained to my parents about the noise Brain and I made whenever we were outside in the yard. Would someone please tell me how eight-year-old boys could be silent when playing pirates and climbing the tree house to fight off invaders? Baseballs, basketballs and toys were routinely confiscated whenever they crossed the hedge of the two pr
Watching mom nod her head in agreement while cleaning out the refrigerator, I did exactly what he said. With one hand on the table and the other hand on the head of the ghost under it, I guardedly leaned back to enjoy and came with a shuddering climax.“Oh my God that was good!” I involuntarily moaned.“It was only breakfast dear,” replied my Mother, head still buried in the vegetable bin.Shocked back into my surroundings, I quickly closed my mouth, and mumbled some unintelligible nonsense.The arousing, awkward moment passed. How I managed to survive their sensual assault without detection was a miracle. With that in mind, Ihurriedly zipped up my trousers, finished what was on my plate and carried it to the sink. Darting up the stairs, I was grateful that the Ghosts hadn’t tried to keep me in the kitchen chair for a repeat performance. In fact, I had the distinct feeling that they left as soon as I had ejaculated into their waiting mouths under the table.Reaching my bedroom, I sat
Leaning over, to get closer, I realized that I was trapped by the pants bunched around my feet. Moving back, I stood up to remove my shoes and the rest of my clothing. Anxious to taste her sweetness again, I moved us onto the bed. Kissing her neck, I was about to work my way back down her body with the intention of sucking her to completion when she suddenly said...“Oh my God, that feels wonderful?”Looking down I could just faintly see her pussy being manipulated by my unseen guests.“Oh yes, that’s wonderful, oh...oh...oh, that’s the spot, yes, oh GOD yes.”I didn’t have to see them to know that they were both working on her but she was so far gone in pleasure she didn’t realize what was happening. By the time I slipped my own hand down to play with her clit, she was going wild. Her body was writhing all over the bed, and she shouted louder and louder not to stop.I wanted so desperately to place my cock inside her but knew that one wrong move and she’d know it wasn’t just me servi
Using my bare foot to set the chair swing in motion, I sat on the back porch rocking and sipped my steaming coffee as I watched the sunrise. The air was cool but I really didn’t mind, it was refreshing and I needed its bracing effect to clear my mind. Turning to glance at my wristwatch, I wasn’t surprised to see that it was only 6 o’clock. After Tania left last night, I was only able to grab a few hours’ sleep, after all who could sleep when I had so much on my mind. The foremost being where had my spectral visitors gone to, and if they came back how was I going to get rid of them. That’s why I was sitting here staring into space trying to figure out what to do.I found it hard to believe that the woman I had secretly cared for the last couple of years was now my girlfriend. Most men my age would have tons of experience by now, but I didn’t, but even with the little I had, I knew the sex last night was incredible. She didn’t know about the ghosts joining in when I was making love to h
After speaking with Tania about meeting later for dinner, I decided to head down to the local county courthouse to find more information on the haunted house. Sitting in the records room, I poured over the available information and was amazed at how much data I could gather about the house and property. Since the house was very old, the information wasn’t listed in the computer database or even in the huge record books. I ended up in the equipment room going through the photographic images that had been transferred onto microfilm reels. Comparing the original plans for the home with all the changes that had been made throughout the years, I was able to notice several discrepancies in the floor plans.According to the ghosts, it had been over seventy years since their father murdered them. Looking at the changes to the floor plans, I figured that their bodies must be hidden somewhere in the house. Packing up my notes, I decided to head back to the house and wasn’t surprised when they a
“October 15 – Father has brought good news, his business is to expand and he wants us to pack, we are going to Chicago. My sister and I are very excited.”* **Glancing through the journal, page by page, it went on much the same for the most part, with the trivial day-to-day activities of two young women. Most concerns were arrangements dealing with the housekeeper and their attempts to select foods and stuff from the local shops that their father selected. Few visitors called, it seemed that their father did not entertain family or friends. The highlights of their days seemed to be the occasional outings to the bookstores; their father seemed to encourage their pursuit of learning and knowledge. Occasional mentions were made of the elderly gardener who took care of the major tasks of caring for the grounds and planting the selection of flowers that the young women had made. No mention was made of a governess or widowed female relation that was in residence. Apparently, the father dee
My ears became filled by the gasps of heavy breathing from the man held in place by a set of inquisitive fingers that ran the length and breadth of her fascination. Clear drops of fluid were now seeping from what appeared to be a slit at the knobby piece of flesh at the end. Looking up at his face once more I saw that his eyes were closed but his mouth was wide open and his tongue was licking at what appeared to be parched lips.I watched in awe as her thumb swirled the knobby top to distribute the slippery fluid over its end and around the ridge. His gasps were now turning to moans as he shifted back and forth in place on the settee as if being tortured. It suddenly seemed like a switch was thrown when he finally stood up and started to undress, first revealing his muscular upper torso and then finishing the job by letting his pants completely down. We were shocked to discover that when completely naked his cock and the heavy balls beneath not only surpassed the illustrations that we
If only they were alive today - that’s what I kept thinking as I read their journal. The book was filled with bits and pieces of their daily lives along with the unexpected meeting of the young man that had changed their life. Feeling compelled to learn more of what happened; I continued on, needing to know what had led to the precipice of their murder. I had to finish the book before I could fulfill my promise to have their earthly remains placed in consecrated ground.* **“August 15 – Father wants to have a dinner party for a few of his select clients. Last night he gave us the invitation list for the cards to be sent. We were thrilled to discover that the new apprentice is included on the list. While we have not seen him since that fateful day a huge bouquet of flowers were delivered to the house, but they came without a card. Sister and I looked up the meaning of the arrangement of pink and white roses with Maidenhair Fern in our volume of ‘The Language of Flowers.’ Our hearts we
"Y-yes," she said finally. "Yes, I enjoyed it." "Did you cum when I came?" "Yes," she said again. "Did you wish my cock had squirted its heavy load into your virgin cunt instead of into my hand?" "Yes!" screamed Kate. "You're a filthy little slut, aren't you, Kate?" he said as he pinched her clit and rolled it between his strong fingers. "Look at you moaning from being fucked hard by your friend's father, and while she’s sitting, just outside too. Look at my daughter, Kate," he growled. Kate looked outside the window at Mallory, who was still studying in the same spot on the beach. "I want you to keep your eyes on my daughter and think of what a dirty little whore you are while her father fills your virgin pussy with hot cum for the first time." "O-okay," whimpered Kate as Mallory’s father rammed her pussy harder and faster. He grunted with each powerful thrust. At the same time, he hooked his finger inside of her tight ass and vigorously wiggled her clit. Kate could
"I'm afraid your hymen is still very much intact, Kate," he said, raising his head up to look at her.He looked pleased to be giving her this news. His eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth were pulled up ever-so-slightly."So," said Kate, "that means ...""We will need to move on to the more invasive treatment method, yes," said Dr. Logan.Kate's eyes widened, and she pursed her lips together anxiously, unsure of whether she was ready for or even wanted a more invasive treatment. The next thing she knew, however, Dr. Logan was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers, and Kate forgot all about her apprehension."What – what are you doing, Dr. Logan?" she asked, though she thought she already knew and was eager to see the enormous manhood that hid beneath his pants in the light of day."I am determined to complete your treatment, Kate," he said in a serious tone as he let his trousers fall to the floor and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his tight-fitting boxe
Kate couldn't take it. The menagerie of different sensations Dr. Logan was inflicting on her sensitive buds was overwhelming. She wanted to scream. More than that, she wanted to reach between her legs and stroke her aching clit. Or rather, what she really wanted, was for Dr. Logan to stroke her clit. But should couldn’t tell him that."Dr. Logan," she said breathlessly. "Please, you have to stop. I – I can't take it."Dr. Logan released her nipples and took a step back."Hmm," he said, rubbing his chin, "I hate to see you in such agony, Kate. I think further treatment on your nipples would benefit you. But, I suppose I can give them a short break while I do your pelvic exam. How does that sound?""That sounds good, Dr. Logan," said Kate, relieved that the torturous assault on her nipples was over, for now."Great," said Dr. Logan. "Go ahead and lie back then, Kate. Bring your heels up near your hips and spread your legs as wide as you can for me."Kate did as Dr. Logan instructed. She
After a restless night of sleep, Kate nervously followed Mallory downstairs for breakfast. Terrified to see her father or hear what he might have to say about the previous night’s events, Kate did her best to make herself invisible by slouching into a corner of the breakfast nook and sipping on a glass of orange juice, while Mallory and her dad made omelets.“Good morning, Kate!”Kate had become absorbed watching the waves roll onto the beach through the window when Dr. Logan’s booming voice made her jump.“Oh! G-good m-morning, Dr. Logan,” she said with a quivering voice as her eyes met his and blood immediately rushed to her cheeks.“Did you sleep alright last night?” he asked with a smile.“Y-yes,” Kate lied.He seemed to be acting like nothing unusual had happened at all. Maybe he really hadn’t seen Kate watching him, after all. Or ... if he had, he was definitely not letting on.Mallory spent most of breakfast talking, updating her father on all that had been going on at school s
Kate wasn't entirely onboard with Mallory's plan. She knew her dad was a doctor, but it still seemed awkward to ask a man she'd never met before for something so personal and sex-related. But, Mallory was adamant. She claimed that her dad was very open about sex and that it wouldn't be awkward at all. So, when they heard his car pull into the driveway a while later, Mallory ignored Kate's protests and dragged her downstairs to ask him.“Daddy!” Mallory yelled as she ran to hug the man who walked through the front door.“There’s my favorite girl!” the man said, taking Mallory into his arms and lifting her off the ground with what appeared to be no effort at all.When he placed her feet back on the floor, and she stepped away, Kate finally got her first good look at him. There was no doubt from whom Mallory had inherited her good looks. Kate could feel her cheeks flushing with an embarrassed attraction. She knew this man had to be in his forties – making him at least twice Kate's age –
It was the end of Kate's first semester of college. She and her roommate, Mallory, decided to skip their final classes on Friday. Instead, they drove to the coast to stay with Mallory's father for the weekend before their final exams week started on Monday. A wealthy older doctor, Mallory's father lived in a large, expensive beach house on a secluded stretch of pristine coastline. It was the perfect place to relax and recuperate before the grueling week they had ahead of them.He wasn't home when they first arrived, so Kate and Mallory let themselves into his house and started to get ready for bed. It was late, and they were both exhausted from the drive. As Mallory unpacked her toiletries in the bathroom, Kate watched her set aside a small round foil packet. It was filled with a dozen tiny, individually packaged pills, along with several empty spaces where pills used to be. Kate picked up the foil packet and raised her eyebrows at Mallory.“Is that what I think it is?!” she asked her
As she shifted down upon his pulsing manhood, feeling the warmth of him finally entering into her tight, receptive body.The two of them rocked back and forth, to allow him to enter her as deeply as possible before she felt Mr. Rossini behind her, grasping at her shoulders, before quickly thrusting it into her behind.Her scream of surprise soon turned into a groan of pleasure as his heavily erected member slid easily into her as she relaxed herself and allowed them both to have their way with her.With the two of them consuming her, taking turns plunging themselves in and out of her body, she felt almost paralyzed. Her body could not get a break from their thrusting hips and the sensations that they were awarding her body as they both moved with a passion that could not be denied.As they moved back and forth, upon her, her body felt a sense of pain and pleasure that was equal and overbearing. Between each thrust, she barely had a chance to catch her breath before another movement fo
His tongue was wet and meticulous as it entered her quickly, while his arms held down her legs, giving him ultimate control.The shock of emotion that immediately coursed through her was intense and so, she let out a scream, but her voice was masked by the mouth that encompassed her own and the other tongue that reached farther down her throat.She shuttered with a euphoric sense of pleasure that grew steadily as the seconds passed by. Cynthia felt as though her entire body was being stimulated. She had never felt so wet and so aroused before.Strangely, the fact that she couldn’t get away from this torturous sense of immense pleasure made it feel all the better. So, she did the only thing she could and focused on sensually kneading at Mr. Rossini’s manhood.However, as James delved deeper into her, gyrated his tongue around inside of her way that hit her G-spot in a way that made her want to cry, she began to groan and scream through the kisses until finally, Mr. Rossini allowed her
When they entered the hotel, they received the key from the front desk, which was registered under their name and went up to the room that they were instructed to enter.Once they got up there, they found that there was a stunning, yet empty room spilling out before them. The hardwood floor reminded Cynthia of Mr. Rossini’s office, but the deep red walls, elegantly wallpapered, looked as though they were made specifically to keep secrets, without passing judgment.Above the bed there was a curtain which matched the walls and arched over a curling, smooth, sensuous headboard, which was elaborate and held the expensive mark of gold that looked over the large, desk and drawn curtains, which also helped to distinguish the secrecy and romantic atmosphere of the room.Across from the bed, there was a velvety couch, which also adored a gold trim and tight, lavish upholstery work.All and all, the room was inviting, but considering that the couple had no idea what kind an invitation it was se