Big Book of Smut

by Gia Blue

  A cold breeze passing over my body roused me from a very good dream. Shivering, I turned over intending to see if the fire was still burning. I opened my eyes and focusing on the fireplace noticed that the flames were still going strong; however, they seemed to be buffeted by a heavy wind. Rubbing my eyes and yawning I turned to scan the room but nothing appeared amiss. The rotted curtains still hung at the window, limp against the unbroken glass. Pulling myself upright, I moved my legs to the floor deciding to check the front door. Slightly stiff from sleeping on the sofa, I crossed the room stretching out the kinks, impatient to get back to sleep.

  Seeing that the main door was still tightly closed, I recalled how its hinges had raised a racket when I first came through. ‘Well, the breeze isn’t coming from there,’ I thought. Irritated at the unnecessary interruption of a good dream, I stood in the doorway trying to feel where that draft of cold air had come from. Looking about I could see no reason for its cause and since it had stopped when I got up; maybe it was just a downdraft from the chimney. With that conclusion, I headed back to the sofa and warm fireplace, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep. Closing my eyes, I drifted off again.

  I’m not sure how much time had passed when I became drowsily aware of an odd pressure on my groin. I felt and then heard my zipper being pulled down. Startled from sleep, I shot up to a standing position and then crouched down. Quickly scanning the room for danger, I saw nothing. Looking down, I realized that my hand was clenched around the hard wood from the crutch. Fully awake I slowly stood and managed to relax my grip seeing that there was nothing in the room. Standing there in silence, I waited, not knowing what was happening. Scratching my head and yawning, I thought, ‘Maybe I had been dreaming again?’

  Then the strangest thing happened, my zipper started to slide down all on its own! Watching it happen, I quickly pinched my arm, hard. No, that wasn’t it I was awake. I quickly pulled it back up. Backing up against the sofa, I watched as it was pulled back down again. Startled I dropped my club and put my hands in front of me, waving them about, in an attempt to stop what was going on. Nothing was there. Suddenly, something pushed me down on the sofa and as I started to rise, I found myself pushed down again.

  Flailing about against the pressure holding me in place, I felt a yanking at the bottom of my legs. My shoes were being pulled off and as I tried to bend over to reach them, I was once again thrust against the back of the sofa. My trousers were now being tugged down. Clinging to the top of them was useless, as they were torn from my grasping fingers. Struck by what was happening, it was as if lightening suddenly struck me, at the realization that maybe this house really was haunted. I was suddenly dumb with fear that my dream of wanting to date Brian’s old girlfriend was going to get me killed.

  My underwear was next to go, and no amount of cursing or pulling at the waistband was about to stop it. So there I was, pinned to the sofa, with no idea what was going to happen next, my underwear hanging down around my ankles. ‘Was this how the authorities were going to find me in the morning,’ I thought. It’s funny what your mind thinks under intense stress. Instead of worrying about what was going to happen next, I imagined them entering the home and seeing me naked on the sofa with God knows what done to my body. I cringed at the telephone call to my family and them having to identify my weirdly mutilated body. Suddenly, I was shocked back into reality.

  It felt like a moist mouth had engulfed my flaccid penis! Straining against my invisible restraints, I looked down to see my limp cock standing up away from my body and being manipulated by some unseen force. The fear was overwhelming and I began to panic at what was going on. I kept opening and closing my eyes hoping it was just a bad dream. My eyes flew wildly around the room while I tried to break the hold on my body. Even in this terrible scenario, the body has its automatic reflexes and the sensation of my cock being manipulated was starting to make it hard. The rubbing sensation was overwhelming and was beginning to short-circuit the fear I was experiencing. Little by little, as nothing painful happened, I began to relax, as all I felt was overwhelming pleasure. Whatever was happening wasn’t hurting me yet.

  ‘Oh my God, I’m getting a blowjob from a spook,’ I thought in shock.

  As I watched, the foreskin was moved up and down from my cock’s head with a firm squeezing motion. I witnessed my shirt buttons being plucked open one by one and inanely wondered if a ghost could do two things as once. Unseen hands pulled the bottom of my shirt up and lifted it off my body while another set of hands began to play with the nipples on my chest. They tugged and pulled the tormented tips until they were stiff peaks that radiated pleasure down to the tip of my cock. The invisible entity was now going crazy on my cock. I could see and feel the end of it being depressed and bent this way and that and the sensations were running wild through my body and mind.

  Gasping at the sensations, a mouth covered my own, and began to kiss me passionately. It teased and sucked my lips until I kissed it back. The sensation was so odd, to feel a mouth on mine but still be unable to see it. A tongue slipped through during the kiss and tangled with mine, inviting me to tame it into submission. Overwhelmed by the sensations flooding my body, I found myself seduced into responding back with a passion that nearly engulfed my being. Feeling my body being maneuvered down flat on the sofa I felt hands spreading my legs apart balancing one atop the back of the sofa and the other with its foot on the floor.

  In that splayed position, my balls were wantonly exposed and I began to tense up until I felt soft lips bestowing gentle kisses to the tightening surfaces. A slick tongue began to play with first one then the other while the lips that followed started to suck them inside to coat them with lusty swipes of a firmer tongue. The lips on my mouth pulled away and I moaned with lust only to be silenced again by another pair of lips.

  No, it wasn’t a mouth. It was the unmistakable feel of a bare, shaved pussy presenting itself to my mouth. It obviously wanted me to lick it. Strangely, I could smell the aroma of a woman’s sweet nectar as I raised my suddenly released hands to invisible hips. Feeling my hands come to rest on what felt like soft skin sent my heart racing as I pulled her down to my waiting mouth. I began to plunder the softness waiting for me. I used my lips and tongue to explore every slick nook, and worked my way to the plump clit that I could feel bloated with pleasure. Using my tongue, I flicked it vigorously while lightly holding it in place with my teeth, and for the first time, I could hear the sensual moaning of a woman being pleasured.

  The hands holding my cock left abruptly, to be replaced by soft wet lips that teased its tip until it swallowed it lustily. The slick tongue wrapped itself around my hardness, caressing its length with every up and down motion until it engulfed it completely pressing its stiff length down a willing throat. The muscles of her throat contracted around its length and with every greedy swallow, I could feel my balls tightening, getting ready to explode its saltiness. A sudden experienced hand grasped the base of my cock tightly to stop me from coming. She did so again, giving my thrusting cock a chance to relax and recover before carrying on with the exquisite pleasure.

  Normally I would have cum by now, but there was nothing normal about this event. I could feel the clit on my tongue as I continued to tease, lick and suck. The invisible pussy covering my face started to writhe at the attention my tongue was giving it. I could feel the walls of a pussy and felt frustrated not being able to see it. The mouth covering my engorged cock restarted its efforts, taking long slow movements and completely engulfing my stiffness. My tongue was starting to feel tired, as the pussy over it never wavered in its lust-finding mission. Whomever this pussy belonged to was clearly in the throes of coming, for my head was being pushed deeper into her mound of loveliness. The first wails of pleasure filled my ears as the woman who sat on my face continued in a frenzy of movement until she froze in place. Her gasps of pleasure filled my mind as I continued to drink her sweet pleasure.

  I felt on the verge of coming once again, but this ti
me there was no attempt to stop it. The pussy riding my mouth disappeared, and licking my lips I felt myself starting to cum. Looking down I could see the first spurt shoot out, but found it stopping inside an invisible mouth and then watched as it slid down an unseen throat. My cock suddenly felt a change of hands. It was then that I was engulfed by a different mouth, which swallowed the following spurts of cum with grunts of satisfaction. She continued to suck my throbbing cock until my pleasure was spent, and then gently mouthed its length being careful of the sensitive head.

  Between them, they sucked me dry and then for the first time I felt something other than a mouth or pussy. I could feel the unmistakable caress of stiff nipples rubbing against my leg. They continued to suckle me, almost as if they didn’t want me to lose my erection. They stopped for a second and suddenly I felt my cock being moved to the entrance of a pussy, no one could doubt it. It was tight and soft, but still unyielding, until it began coating me with its slippery essence. The hips above me pushed down with some force, until suddenly I was in. The entity began riding me wantonly; stuffing my cock back into her pussy, each time she rose from my lap.

  I attempted to raise my head wanting to look down my body only to find another pussy was waiting for my mouth. This one felt slightly different. My mouth covered pussy lips that were more pronounced. Moving to guide my tongue to the right places, she used her body to lay my head back on a cushion and then moved to sit on my face. Using me like this was more erotic than anything I had ever experienced. My cock was being ridden by what felt to be a wild woman while my tongue was completely devouring a pussy. The sensations coursing through my body were overwhelming.

  Once again, I could hear someone (the sound seemed to surround me) in the midst of a climax. I had the feeling it was the one riding my cock, for she had gained momentum. By now, I was ready to cum again, feeling my balls getting tighter and ready to explode. I wanted this feeling to last forever, but my will power wasn’t enough to stop the cascading pleasure of her pussy rhythmically clutching my stiff cock. With a final thrust of that wet pussy, my seed exploded into her body, filling her pussy with each throbbing spurt from my cock. I had stopped licking the pussy above my head and groaned deeply. Exhausted, I was drained as I felt their weight lift off the couch. Slowly regaining my wits, I lifted my head, looked around and listened. Not a sound could be heard, feeling weak from pleasure I fell back to the sofa and closing my eyes, I fell asleep.

  Waking late the next morning, I wondered if it had all been a dream. Standing up I rubbed my tired hand over my morning beard while the other went to scratch my balls. Feeling naked skin immediately shocked me into being fully awake and looking down I saw my naked body. Covering my privates like a girl caught in a shower, I turned to see my clothes neatly folded and lying on the mantle.

  Scrambling to the fireplace in my bare feet I dressed quickly, continually staring around the room. Managing to take hold of my emotions, I reasoned that whatever or whomever they were, they didn’t hurt me. Still a bit anxious I swiftly packed up my few possessions and threw the cover back over the sofa. Making sure that the fire was completely out I headed towards the door and stopped. Someone watching me would have said I had a split personality with the way I argued back and forth whether I should say thank you. I finally gave up, and turned facing the room and politely said ‘I’m not sure if you’re still here, but thank you for an incredible evening,’ then I opened the now silent door and walked out.

  There standing outside the gates to the grounds, I found my friend Brian anxiously waiting. After a careful scan of my features and body, he relaxed.

  ”Well, it looks like you did it, you managed to stay the night,” he said.

  ”Yeah,” I said with a shaky laugh. Glancing from him to the house, I made the decision to lie through my teeth.

  “I told you there’s no such thing as ghosts.”

  Chapter 2

  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.