All Chapters of WILD PLEASURE {short stories}: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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

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

The next day at work was spent watching the clock, wanting to head home to see the next entry in the journal. Racing home, I found the house empty but didn’t question where my parents had gone. Heading up the stairs, I tore off the necktie and threw down the sport coat that I’d been wearing. Heading for the closet, I pulled the journal down from the shelf and proceeded to the next entry.“August 23 – All is quiet, and we cannot help but wonder why our father has not approached us again about our choice of husbands for marriage. We have not heard from our young man either and the housekeeper seems to be keeping a closer eye on us both. We’ve heard comings and goings from the house but have not been called down from our rooms and involved.”“August 24 – Dinner tonight was a quiet affair. Father was silent and withdrawn and did not engage us in conversation other than to ask if we had made our selections. How calmly he asks, as if we are selecting a new ribbon for a hat or are discussing

“August 27 – Mr. Stevenson gently pushed Serena down on her back, flat against the ebony surface of the piano. Covering her with his body, he began to kiss her neck and breasts while she ran her fingers to the hair at the base of his head. He continued his seduction by placing his hands on either side of her head and pulling loose the pins that held her hair, he then threaded his fingers into a secure grip to ravish her mouth. His tongue was quite persuasive and unable to breath she felt quite faint, until he lifted his lips and began to use his mouth on her naked breasts. His lurid tongue made short work of tantalizing her nipples until they stood at attention to the workings of his lips.She told me in stunned surprise that she felt as if she was melting in place when she felt his hands invade the slit between her legs. His fingers began to slip and slide their way through the delicate folds of her private area until she moaned in lust at the feelings he was awakening.The hands tha

But he didn't come. He lasted and lasted until she regained her sense of reality-- at least that's how it felt, as if the sudden, overwhelming compulsion to fellate him had been a psychedelic trip-- and she raised her head to look around. In that insane moment she'd totally forgotten where she was, that anyone could have looked in from the street."Don't worry. I was watching out. Pause for a minute." He started the car and they continued down the street. "More."She thought at first he meant she should continue her confession. But she'd already told him about that. And yes, she still held his cock, which was still stiff. So this wasn't the instant blow job fantasy she'd just tried to make real, this was something maybe more interesting, more than a blow job. She'd given blow jobs, of course, to both her two previous serious boyfriends, to their immense, babbling gratitude. They'd been good experiences. But the 'job' aspect dominated, more like doing a friend a favor than-- than-- wha