Thread: The Haunted House (HotTexasCowboy & Swirl)

She could feel herself surrendering to these beings, feel every bit of pleasure that they were giving her as if someone had turned on the hypersensitive switch in her body. Opening up her green eyes, she looked at the woman above her as she worked over her. Lifting her head up, she looked down at the pool cues as one dropped off her hardened nipple, even without the sensation of it her nipple was hard and begging for more which the ghost clearly wanted to help with. When Sophie laid her head back down, too full of pleasure to keep her head up anymore. When she looked up she got an eyeful of the woman's breasts and felt as the other's nipple brushed her lips instinctual, Sophie licked her lips, which ended up licking the woman's nipple or so she thought. Maybe this was all still in her head and this was just one fantastic dream! The woman's words confused her, what did she mean by that? She didn't have much time to think as a loud moan broke though her lips at the male ghost's vigorous thrusting into her. Stretching and hitting every delicious spot inside her. Oh god, oh god. She moaned, panting hard as she climbed straight upwards towards her orgasm. Her hands clenched in tight fists and, unable to arch her back, she let her mouth do the work to showcase her pleasure. A loud Ah!' Coming from her, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as her body was thrown over the edge. She felt her eyes roll back in her head as her toes curled, pleasure coursing through her veins as heat shot through her loins and through her blood. Holy fuck... She groaned, her body shuddering hard. Slinking back against the rug and pillows that were holding her there. For many seconds, all she could be aware of was the ecstasy that possessed her body and mind. But as that gradually faded, she could notice other sensations. The wooden hardness of the pool cue within her was replaced by something still thick and hard, but with a certain spongy quality to it as well. The woman leaning over her head no longer seemed transparent, and the sensation at her breast was definitely that of soft lips sucking at her nipple, while the erect nubbin at her own lips was surely a nipple itself. A hand brushed her shoulder, and two more gripped her hips. Surrounding her in the room were the sounds of more moans and grunts, sighs and seductive laughs. The woman drew back again, and this time her blond hair teased Sophie's cheeks as she smiled down. Your pleasure brings us back, she repeated, a soft voice, but no longer a whisper. The man between her thighs laughed triumphantly. I brought us back, he declared his prowess. He withdrew his still hard penis from within her. This brought us back for an interlude of pleasure. She belongs to me! The blond was straightening up, confronting the man who had so thoroughly fucked Sophie to bliss. She is a gift for us all, she said. Her voice was still soft, but she seemed to be powerful among them, and the male frowned a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. She shall be our pet, or pleasure, and through her, we will live again. She then smiled back down at Sophie. The pressure of the pillows that had kept her immobile before were gone, The ghost's hands caressed her arms now, lovingly, as if easing her down from her still tingling orgasm. And within her, there was a sense of wetness more than her own. Dear pet, you'll want to clean up a bit. Let me take care of you. Her hands helped Sophie to sit up, then, after a minute, she supported the girl's shoulders to help her to her feet. The figures surrounding them in an unrestrained orgy now seemed real, as real as the nude body of the woman pressing her breasts into Sophie's back as her arms around Sophie's shoulders led her through the room toward a far door. I know you'll have many questions, she said, guiding Sophie from the orgy room into a bathroom. In time, all will be answered, but for now, you must relax. Dominating the bathroom was a claw-footed bathtub in the middle of the tiled floor. Amazingly, it was already filled with hot water and bubble bath. It was an oversized tub with high walls, a little wider and quite a bit longer than what Sophie might be used to at home. The woman held Sophie steady so she could step into the tub, and she stepped in as well, behind her. Together they eased down into the sudsy water, with the ghost behind Sophie and urging her to lean back against her bosom, her legs open and stretched down on either side of Sophie's hips, her arms surrounding the girl to gently splash soothing water onto her shoulders. She lay there, a bit dazed and confused but in total bliss by her orgasm that seemed to have rocked her to the core. She didn't miss the fact that the pool cue that was inside her definitely didn't feel like a pool cube. Opening her exhausted eyes, she looked down at the man and then blinked as if she were hallucinating. That was a man, knelt between her legs and a definite woman leaning over top of her. They looked solid and real and touchable now where as a few minutes ago they were just shapes and fog and noises. She pulled herself up, still in shock and followed the woman to the washroom. It was good that the second woman was there to help her up as she didn't think her legs would hold her fully. Finally coming to her senses she hit the brakes and then tried to fight off the woman as she was guided into the hot soapy water. It honestly felt like heaven after such an intense release but things just weren't adding up, nothing was making sense to her. Twisting in the woman's grip, she twisted around and slid to the other end of the tub so she was facing her. What the hell is going on?! She demanded an answer from this woman who had mysteriously come out of no where. Who are you, who are the people downstairs, what just happened down there?! With each question her voice rose louder until it was echoing off the washroom walls. Sophie found herself frightened and confused, and very much trying to fight the effect the hot calming water was having on her, she wanted to be mad, wanted to be scared and it was very hard to keep feeling like that, in this moment of silence as she waited for answers she took this time to study the woman in front of her. Really she was gorgeous, blonde hair blue eyes and a seemingly perfect body and clean shaven. A far cry from Sophie who felt awkward and a little cubby in her own clothes, or lack of ones at the moment. For groomed, well she was just not as stripped clean as these two had been. The woman didn't seem particularly offended by Sophie's sudden move away from her, or her demanding questions. Her expression was, if anything, a touch disappointed. Please, dear, don't be frightened. I'll try to explain things a bit. She seemed so poised and friendly, and with the suds clinging to her upper body suggestively, she could have been a centerfold in a men's magazine or something. My name is Biloxi, and we only mean to share with you our pleasure and enjoyment. Is that so terrible? She twisted her head, in a movement from any modeling ad Sophie might have seen on tv, flinging her long blond hair back over her shoulders. The people downstairs have been my friends and... co-workers. We've been waiting a long time to let off some steam, you might say, and we're very grateful to you for giving us the opportunity. She reached with a hand underwater, finding Sophie's foot, and began to massage it. Please just relax, and I'll tell you more... She recoiled at the woman's touch although she didn't really understand why. It wasn't like it hurt or was vile, it was just foreign and strange and all so confusing for her poor muddled brain. Lifting her eyes from the soap bubbles she stared at the opposing woman, her eyes catching her hair as the light glinted against it. T-then how come one minute you were all invisible and then fog and now, now you're here and I can touch you?! She asked. Her voice was laced with fright and confusion, none of this made any sense. What had they been talking about below? What was she talking about now? Really she was panicking at this new unknown concept. And where does that guy get off thinking he can just take me like that?! She interrogated her, although she couldn't hide the fact that whatever had happened in the soft cushioned room, she had enjoyed it with her whole being. Biloxi's face softened with sympathy. She made no more advances for now, and sighed. It's a complicated story, my dear, and I can see it's a lot to take in all at once. I'll do my best, but please try to relax. You wandered into our little community, where our ways are very open. You might say we are hedonists, but to be more plain, the room downstairs is where we have, for want of a better term, orgies. Houston, that was his name, by the way, assumed that you were there to take part, as we all were. And, forgive me dear, but it was obvious that you were hardly objecting to what was happening to you there. Houston has always been quite talented. She took a deep breath, her breasts making the layer of suds atop them rise and fall sensuously. But the larger question must be faced, so here it is. The fact is, dear, that we are spirits. Ghosts, if you will. We occupied this house in the past, and died here of a terrible accident that robbed us of life in our youth. And we remain here to embrace the pleasures we all remembered and gloried in so vibrantly. She smiled and scooted a foot closer to Sophie. Pleasures you may use your visit with us to share. I am certain you'll enjoy them, darling. May I ask your name?