by Carl East
Short Erotic Tales
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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The Haunted House
Chapter 1
“So this is it,” I thought looking up at the so-called haunted house.
It was an impressive structure built in the late eighteen-nineties, yet strangely uninviting. Its concrete pillars on either side of the front door looked out of place. I had been dared to stay the night in this building by a friend who once had the same opportunity. He wouldn’t tell me what had happened; just that he would never set foot in that building again. I teased him, saying that there was no such thing as ghosts. Hence the dare, but I wanted something in return. I wanted to shag his girlfriend. So convinced, that I wouldn’t be able to stay the night, he agreed to the wager.
”Well,” I thought, “let’s check this out.”
I opened the front door, which was a little stiff, to find a large hallway with a magnificent staircase winding slightly to the top of the landing. ‘A pleasant enough house’ I thought before entering and then closing the door behind me. The sound the door made upon closing was eerie, but I wasn’t about to let noises scare me away. After all, there was a beautiful pussy waiting for me once I had proved that this house was not haunted. Taking my backpack off I entered what must have been the sitting room, for there was still a couch here. Sitting down on the couch I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible.
After two hours I drew my rucksack nearer to me, opened it to find an apple that I had placed there earlier. Sitting back to enjoy it I felt a little more at home and by the time ten o’clock came I was starting to get tired, so I put my feet up and closed my eyes. Before I drifted off I was startled by a sound in the wall, or at least from the other side of the wall. I got up to investigate the sound, but found nothing. I knew from experience that old buildings made settling noises, completely natural, and not in the least supernatural.
Sitting back down again I suddenly felt a cold wind pass over my body. Shivering slightly I reached for the sleeping bag that I had tied to the back of my rucksack. Not getting in it, but covering my legs I sat back to rest my head. Then the strangest thing happened. My zipper started to come down all on its own! Quickly trying to fathom this one I pulled it back up, only to find it coming back down again. This was starting to get a little too eerie. I put my hands in front of me and waved them about in an attempt to feel some sort of entity. I started to rise, only to be pushed back down. My trousers were now being removed. Clinging onto the top of them was useless, as they were forced out of my hands. By now I was convinced this house was indeed haunted and that my scheming for pussy had finally gotten me into trouble.
My underwear was next to go, and no amount of protesting was about to stop it. So there I was, pinned to the couch with no idea what was going on, my underwear around my ankles. Then it happened. I suddenly felt a mouth engulf my flaccid penis! Looking down all I could see was my cock standing up and being manipulated by some unseen force. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, however, and pretty soon I started to get hard.
‘I’m getting a blowjob by a spook,’ I thought, starting to relax a little.
Then my shirt buttons started to unfasten themselves, which made me wonder how a ghost could do two things at once. Unseen hands lifted my shirt off me and then my chest was being rubbed. The invisible entity was also going wild on my cock. I could see and feel the end of it being depressed and bent this way and that and the sensations were starting to really turn me on. A mouth covered my own, kissing me tenderly. I kissed back, surprised to be able to feel a real mouth, but still unable to see one.
The mouth was replaced with another. No, it wasn’t a mouth. It was the unmistakable feel of a pussy wanting me to lick it. Strangely, I could smell the aroma of a woman’s sweet nectar as I went at it with a vengeance and for the first time I could hear the moaning of someone being pleasured.
My cock was still receiving a good servicing, by now I would normally have cum but there was nothing normal about this event. I could feel a clit on my tongue as I continued to lick and suck. My cock was about to explode! I then felt a pressure at the base, knowing that that was the experienced hand of someone that had done this on more than one occasion. She was stopping me from coming, giving me a chance to recover before carrying on.
The invisible pussy covering my face started to writhe to the attention my tongue was giving it. I could feel the walls of her pussy and felt frustrated not to be able to see her. The mouth covering my engorged cock restarted its efforts, taking long slow movements and completely engulfing my used cock. My tongue was starting to feel tired as the pussy over it never wavered in its lust finding mission. Whoever this pussy belonged to was clearly in the throws of coming, for my head was being pushed deeper into her mound of loveliness. Every now and then you could make out the sweet moans of someone being pleasured.
I felt on the verge of coming once again, but this time she made no attempt to stop it. The pussy over my mouth suddenly let go, and then I started to cum. Looking down I could see the first spurt shoot out. I started to duck out of the way but found it stop inside an invisible mouth then slide down an unseen throat. My cock was next entombed into another mouth, for I could feel them change hands. Again I came, my cock throbbing to the sucking motion still being carried out.
Between them they sucked me dry. I could, for the first time, feel something other than mouths and pussy. I could feel the unmistakable caress of a breast rubbing against my leg. Still they sucked, almost as if they didn’t want me to lose my hard-on. Stopping for a second I could feel my cock enter a pussy, no one could doubt it. It was tight, yet soft; wet, yet unyielding until wetter. Pushing down with some force I was suddenly in. The entity riding me knew her stuff, for she was sucking my cock back into her pussy each time she rose off my lap.
Another pussy was thrust against my mouth at that point. This one felt slightly different in that her lips were more pronounced. She was ever the expert guiding my tongue to the right places, pulling my head back in order to almost sit on my face. Using me like this was more erotic than anything I had ever experienced. My cock was being ridden by a pro while my tongue was completely devouring a pussy. The sensations coursing through my body were overwhelming.
Once again I could sense someone 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. I wanted it to last a lot longer, but my will power was not enough to stop these two vixens. With an explosive exit my seed poured into her body, or lack thereof, filling her pussy with a throbbing gusto from my cock. I stopped licking the pussy above my head and breathed in deeply. I could feel them get off the couch now as I slowly recovered my posture. Not a sound could be heard and with that I fell into an exhausted sleep.
When morning came I packed up my few possessions and walked towards the door. Upon reaching it I turned and said ‘thank you,’ then opening the door I walked out. At our prearranged meeting place just outside the gates to the grounds this house stood upon I found my friend waiting.
”Well it looks like you won!” he said.
”Yep, there is no such thing as ghosts! Now, about that bet,” I said, smiling.
Chapter 2
The next day started with a bang, for I was rudely awoken by a fender bender just outside my parent’s home. I got up to have a look. It turned out to be the next door neighbor. She’d backed into a van while coming out of her driveway. I had to laugh, because I couldn’t stand the woman.
I then started to remember the day before; I’d made a bet with a friend that a certain house was not haunted. The bet had been to stay in the house for one night; if I could do it I could fuck his girlfriend. I did stay in the house for the night, but what I didn’t tell my friend was that the house was indeed haunted. In fact two very friendly ghosts had seduced me.
His girlfriend’s name was Tania, she was the cause of many a wet dream, now I had the chance to bed her, and I wasn’t about to let it go. I couldn’t forget about the ghosts I had intimate relations with, but who would believe me even if I did tell, so I chose to keep it a secret.
”Son, are you awake?” my mother shouted.
”Yes Mom, I’m just getting dressed.”
While at breakfast I received a telephone call, Tania was coming around that evening, and wanted to know if it was convenient, I told her yes knowing that my parents were going out on the town.
With a smile on my face I continued to finish my cereal, just then my zipper started to unzip itself.
”Oh no,” I blurted out.
”What’s wrong son?” my mother asked.
What could I say; two ghosts had followed me home, and at this very moment were passing my cock to one another under the table giving me a blow job.
”I forgot to give that book back to Mick,” I lied.
Shifting uncomfortably at the table and not wanting to give anything away I tried to eat my breakfast a little faster.
”Yo, slow down son, you’ll give yourself indigestion,” my father said.
I could feel their mouths around my cock, sucking and slurping, I was getting very aroused, but found it almost impossible to keep a straight face, fortune however was on my side, for my parents finished their breakfasts and started to clear the table.
”Sorry Dad, I’m in a hurry.”
”Son, you’re eighteen years of age, you’ve got all the time in the world, savor it,” he replied, looking at Mom.
My mother smiled and then continued to clear the table; meanwhile the ghosts were bringing me to a climax.
”Oh that was good!” I said.
”It was only cereal dear,” my Mother replied.
How could I possibly tell her what I was referring to?
The awkward moment passed, I was alone while my parents washed the dishes, and I quickly pulled up my trousers and darted up the stairs. The Ghosts hadn’t tried to pull me back; in fact I had the distinct feeling that they had gone until I sat on the bed, on either side of me you could clearly see an indent on the bedclothes, which were the shape of butts sitting down.
”Is there anyway I could get to see who you are?” I said, hoping that there was a way to communicate.
One of them got off the bed, and opened my bedroom door.
I figured she wanted me to follow, so I did, she led me to my sister’s room, who I’m happy to say was at collage. Once there I spotted a drawer opening, upon inspection all I found was a diary, some garments and a fluorescent strip light. Picking up the light I wondered if this was all I needed. Quickly changing the light in my room for the florescence strip, I turned it on.
There before me were two of the most gorgeous looking females I’d ever laid eyes on. Both of them dressed in long white gowns with hair that reached past their shoulders, each having a cleavage you could dive into, with large breasts that beckoned to be fondled, eyes of blue, and smiles that could melt ice.
”You’re both beautiful, but why have you followed me here?” I said.
Their mouths did move, but I couldn’t hear any voices, it did establish one thing however, they could hear and understand whatever I said.
The day passed with me making a lot of attempts to communicate with my beautiful guests, all a failure. My best attempt came when I tried to record their voices onto tape, I think I’d watched one too many 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 when we’ve gone, we’ll see you later.”
”Ok, have a nice time.” I shouted back.
I heard the front door open then muffled voices, I think someone was at the door.
”Tania,” I cried.
Quickly I changed the strip light for an ordinary one then went to the foot of the landing.
”Tania’s here son, shall I send her up or 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, admiring her long legs in such a short skirt, and spotting immediately that she wasn’t wearing a bra under that tank top.
She didn’t say a word as she passed me to enter my bedroom.
”I was very angry when Michael told me about this silly wager of yours,” she said.
At that point and thinking quickly I decided to use reverse psychology.
”Your right it was silly, and thoughtless, I hope you can forgive me. I here by renounce any obligation on your part I just couldn’t think of anything else he had that I wanted.
”You wanted me, but why?” she said, falling for my trap.
”Well, you’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever known, and well, oh what’s the point.”
”No, carry on,” she said, holding my hand.
Taking hold of her other hand, I looked into her eyes.
”I’ve wanted to make love to you since the very first time I set eyes on you, but you were always out of reach, this seemed like the only way to get close.”
”That is so sweet,” she said, kissing my cheek, “if we do this, I want you to understand it’s a one off, and will never happen again.”
‘Trap sprung, bait taken.’ I thought.
We started to kiss, long and hard. My hands feeling the slim waist of this gorgeous woman as her tongue passed my lips groping for my own. We kissed passionately, for what seemed like ages, and then she slid the skirt down her legs stepping out of it with just her panties and tank top in the way of sheer delight. 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 removed her top revealing her breasts; my hard on was almost instantaneous. Those breasts were so full; her nipples were the longest I’d ever seen, which explained why it was always obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. I took them into my hands and gently fondled them, and then kissing her nipples I slid my hands down the back of her panties. Slowly I pulled them down kissing her body as I lowered myself to the floor, being face to face with her pussy, something I had dreamt of for years. I was pleasantly surprised to find she had shaved her pubic hair off. I kissed her slightly bulging pussy, which she responded to by running her hands through my hair. Standing up I removed the rest of my clothing, and we got on the bed.
Kissing her neck I was about to work my way down her body with the intention of giving her the oral pleasures I hoped she would later give me when she suddenly said…
”Oh that’s nice, how are you doing that?”
Looking down I could just faintly see her pussy being manipulated by my unseen guests.
”Oh yes, that’s wonderful, oh…oh…oh, you really know your stuff, yes, GOD yes.”