WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 100: The Haunted Fuck House (4)

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, I

hurriedly 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 down on the bed, wondering where they had gone. It wasn’t until I felt the bed depress on either side of me that I knew that they hadn’t left. Looking at the bedspread, I could clearly see an indent on either side of me.

”Is there any way I can see you?” I said, hoping that there was also a way to communicate.

I felt the ghost on my left slide off the bed and suddenly my bedroom door opened. I figured she wanted me to follow, so I did. The ghost led me to my sister’s room, whom I’m happy to say was away at college. Once there I spotted a drawer slowly open. Upon inspection all I found was a diary buried under a pair of winter gloves, a couple of tubes of lipstick and an oddly colored light bulb. Picking up the light I wondered if this was all I needed. Heading back to my room, I quickly changed the light in my bedside lamp. As I watched, the blinds in my room closed, shutting out the sunlight and then the lamp turned on. It was an ultra violet black light! The kind that college students used for specially designed posters that lit up in freakish ways when a black light was used.

There before me in the dim odd-color light were two of the most beautiful young women I’d ever laid eyes on. Both were dressed in long white gowns with hair that draped over slender shoulders. Their cleavage was displayed to perfection by the low cut bodice of their dresses and the thin material revealed their nipples and surrounding areolas. Quickly looking up I saw that they weren’t bothered by my appraisal. The both seemed to be overcome with excitement.

“I can tell that you’re both glad that I’m able to see you but why have you followed me here?” I said.

Their mouths moved, but I couldn’t hear their voices. It did establish one thing however, they could hear and understand what I was saying if their looks were any indication. Hours passed with me attempting to communicate with my beautiful guests, all a failure. My last attempt came when I tried to record their voices onto tape, I think I’d watched one too many horror movies, for although there was some sound, it wasn’t coherent.

I was trying to think of yet another solution when Mom shouted up the stairs.

“We’re going now son, lock up if you head out tonight, we’ll see you later.”

“Ok, have a nice time.” I shouted back.

I heard the front door open then muffled voices, was there someone at the door?

“Tania,” I cried.

Quickly I changed the light bulb for an ordinary one and then went to the foot of the landing.

“Tania’s here son, are you coming down?” My mother said.

“Send her up.” I replied.

A few muffled sounds later, she was on her way up the stairs and my

parents had left for the evening.

”Hello Tania, how are you?” I said, startled to see her wearing such a

short skirt. Her long legs were bare and she was wearing a snug tank top, I could only imagine what my mom was saying to dad.

Tania shot me a quick look as she slipped passed to enter my bedroom.

“I was angry when Brian told me about you staying in that haunted house and why you were doing it,” she said.

She knew about the bet, I immediately caved, and hoped that if I apologized she’d understand.

“I’m sorry; the bet was a stupid thing. I should have thought about your feelings too. Looking back now it seems silly and thoughtless, I hope you can forgive me. It was never meant as an insult to you. I just wanted to date you in the worst way, but Brian met you first.”

“You wanted me, but why?” she said.

“I can’t explain it. When Brian first introduced you to me, it felt like my heart was going to explode, oh...what’s the point?”

“No, carry on,” she said, reaching for my hand.

Standing there, holding her hand, I looked into her eyes.

“I was so attracted to you when we first met and as time passed it

only grew stronger when I got a chance to know you better.”

Closing my eyes for a moment, I took a deep breath and said, “This may sound stupid, but when I met you, it felt like I’d known you all my life. However, Brian, he’s my best friend, so I would never do anything behind

his back. When you Guys broke up, and remained friends, it was even harder. That’s why I stayed in the haunted house. I hoped that if I stayed he would be able to let go of the past and I could get a chance to date you. It seemed like the only way I could clear the air with Brian and get close to you.”

“That’s such a guy thing,” she said, kissing my cheek. “I cared a lot for Brian, but there always seemed to be something missing, like we weren’t the right fit. The longer we were together the more sure I became. I knew that something wasn’t right because of the way I started to feel about you. It didn’t happen all at once but as time passed my feelings for you became stronger, that’s why I had to break it off with Brian.”

Looking into her eyes, I knew that I had met the woman I was going to marry. We started to kiss, and each kiss became longer and deeper. Finally raising my head to gasp for air, my hands fell to her slim waist and down to her hips to pull her tighter to me. We kissed passionately, for what seemed like ages, with her hands roaming under my shirt to knead the muscles in my back. My hands lifted to the button on her skirt and as I pulled it open, she shook her hips to slide the skirt down her legs. Lifting a foot, she tossed it to the side leaving her standing there in just her sheer black panties and tank top. Suddenly, my trousers fell down.

What, on their own? I suddenly remembered the ghosts; they were still here and could spoil everything. Tania didn’t notice the fact my trousers seemed to have a mind of their own. She used her hands to lift her top, revealing bare breasts; my cock already hard, grew painfully at the sight before me. Her breasts were so full; her rigid pink nipples were the longest I’d ever seen, which explained why it was so obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I took the tips between my fingers and gently fondled and tweaked them. Leaning over I began to kiss and suck her nipples as I slid my hands down inside her panties.

Grabbing her ass cheeks, I fingered them deeply while thrusting her up against my rigid cock. Lifting my hands away, I slowly pulled her panties down, kissing her body, as I lowered myself to the floor. Soon I was face to face with her smoothly shaved pussy, something I had dreamt of seeing for years. Amazed by the smoothness of the skin there, I began to kiss her all over, licking my way between the pouting lips that hid her pleasure pearl. She responded by running her hands through my hair and moving closer to me.