WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 99: The Haunted Fuck House (3)

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 properties. The yards were big and separated the houses nicely, but ten acres wouldn’t have been enough for that woman.

Growing up our interests turned to bicycles, skateboards and then cars, and any honking of horns or fumes from the old car I drove Brian and me around in would have her ringing my parents with yet another complaint. Time and age had not improved her mood and as I got older, she managed to keep track of my first attempt at smoking, to the first kiss I bestowed on a girl while we sat on the back porch swing. How my parents took it in stride I’ll never know, so watching her verbally abuse the driver for running into her on the road, left me shaking my head in relief that she was complaining about someone other than me. I couldn’t wait for the day I would be able to have my own place just to get away from her.

Thinking about the promotion I’d been working towards for the last two years, I was hoping to purchase a small home by my twenty-fifth birthday. Working part-time in high school and full time in summer, I saved most of my money for college. Choosing to go to a local college and live at home while going to school saved me tons of money. With my parent’s help and grants I had managed to obtain, along with part-time work, I had made a serious dent in the amount I still owed for student loans. There was a small balance on the debt still, but that didn’t stop me from putting aside a small amount, enough for at least a down payment on a half-decent fixer-

upper. Pondering the possibilities, I suddenly recalled the old house of Friday night.

Remembering the bet that I had placed and won with my best friend, that a certain house was not haunted, I was excited to get started on a new day. Now that my night in the house was over, I began thinking about how I was going to ask Tania for a date. Heading for the shower, I pondered what I would do if she said no and turned on the water. Stepping under the warm cascading water, I compared my many fantasies about her with the intimate ghost encounters. There was no way to compare my fantasies of Tania to what I had experienced last night. I was on the road of falling deeply in love with her before we even had our first date. What had happened last night, if it all wasn’t just a dream, had nothing to do with love. It was strictly sex. I did know one thing. I would never tell anyone what had happened, because even if I did, who would believe me.

”Son, are you awake?” my mother shouted up the stairs.

“I’m getting dressed. I’ll be down in a minute.” The thought of a hot cooked meal made my mouth water as I rushed down the stairs. My mom was the greatest cook and I was certainly going to miss her cooking when I moved out. Hearing the telephone ring as I jogged into the kitchen, I stopped in the hallway to pick it up. Tania’s voice stopped me in my tracks as she asked if she could stop over this evening. Startled by her request, I answered yes, knowing that my parents were heading to their regular Sunday night bridge game. She didn’t say anything further except, “I’ll see you later,” and hung up. Frozen in place by the phone, wondering what was going on, I didn’t hear my mom yelling my name again until my father chimed in. Continuing into the kitchen, I inhaled deeply the wonderful smells in the room.

With a smile on my face, I sat down to eye the hot plate of food on the table. Umm, bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast, now this is what I call a Sunday Breakfast. Plowing through the plate like a starving man, I had just finished taking a gulp of orange juice when I felt my zipper being pulled down. Feeling the orange juice catch in my throat I managed to swallow it before blurting out a choked, “oh no.”

”What’s wrong son?” my mother asked as she turned around from the stove.

Staring blankly at her I desperately wanted to disappear and fall through the floor. What could I say? That I think my imaginary two ghosts

had followed me home, and at this very moment were passing my cock to one another under the table giving me a blowjob.

“I forgot to do something,” I nervously replied.

Shifting uncomfortably at the table and not wanting to give anything away, I tried to get up but found that I was held in place. Ok, so Friday night wasn’t a dream. I hadn’t imagined it. Now what was I going to do. I tried to start back in on my breakfast, hoping to get it down before things became much worse. All I needed at this point was my parents wondering why I wasn’t eating as usual.

”Yo, slow down son, you’ll give yourself indigestion,” my father said as he sat patiently waiting for his eggs over easy to be delivered. Peering around the newspaper, he gave me a quick look to make sure I paid attention.

Sitting on that hardwood chair, I could feel their mouths and hands playing with my cock. They began to suck and pump my cock to rigid hardness until I was afraid it would lift the table in front of me. I was so aroused at the sensations they were generating that my toes were curling in my shoes. Tightly closing my eyes, I found it almost impossible to keep a straight face. Fortune however was on my side. When I opened my eyes again, my father had disappeared behind his newspaper and by the sound of his fork hitting the plate, was making inroads on his own breakfast. Mom on the other hand was focused on cleaning the stove and sink so she was completely oblivious to anything going on.

“Sorry Dad, I'm just in a hurry,” I replied.

“Son, your twenty-four years old, you’ve got all the time in the world, just savor it for God’s sake,” he absentmindedly replied.