Haunted House - Chapter 1
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Revised December, 2007
Hetero, Non-Consent, Reluctant, Oral, Anal
Orange-red leaves clung to tree branches as they fluttered in the wind, the brown ones falling victim to strong gusts. In a few weeks the trees would be bare, like skeletons, but right now they added the color of autumn to the countryside. The howling October wind rattled the mansion's heavy, warped door. It had just slammed shut, causing the little gray squirrel to jump and turn in mid-air. With bushy tail raised, its little feet scampered down the dirt path to the safety of the trees, its cheeks bloated with nuts.
Pushing on the door hard, Nick failed to stop the draft. His jacket collar was raised with the zipper closed to his neck. Rubbing his bare hands and blowing into them, he turned to see the two coeds standing on the cold marble floor, hesitant to take the next step.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Nick tiptoed behind the cute blonde and shouted, "Boo!"
The ensuing scream echoed in the large foyer. "That's not funny," Sandy said after her breathing returned, her hand on her chest.
She glared at Nick but soon joined the others in laughter, albeit hers a strained laugh. Sandy was nervous to begin with, entering the creepy old mansion, so when her fellow college student surprised her she jumped higher than the squirrel. Her laughter subsided when her eyes returned to the dark, cold room. It smelled stale and seemed like no one had lived there for years. It's not that it was dirty, just old and ... well, scary.
The whoosh of cold air caused all three to spin around and clutch their jacket collars to their necks. Professor Hill ineffectively leaned into the large, heavy door with his shoulder, losing the battle with the wind. Awkwardly carrying too many boxes at once, his glasses precariously slid down his long nose. Nick ran up to him and, towering over the professor, slammed the oak door shut.
The professor was taking three volunteers from his parapsychology class to the reputed haunted house for the weekend. They were going to discuss things such as Apparition (a visual appearance often of a person or scene), Astral Projection (an out of body experience), Clairvoyance (ability to perceive things that are not in sight), and Veridical Dreams (a dream that corresponds to real events -- past, present or future -- that are unknown to the dreamer). The professor had told his students that, in the right setting, they would experience a lot more. Unbeknownst to the volunteers, he was preparing a few surprises they didn't sign up for.
Professor Hill sized up his three students standing uncomfortably in the large foyer. They were all bright with quite different backgrounds. Nick was the athlete who easily charmed girls. He was dark haired, 6'1" and 210 pounds of muscle. Nick was very outgoing and a jokester, as Sandy had just experienced. Sandy was the rich kid who had everything she ever desired. She was a petite blonde, fair skinned, with blue eyes, small perky breasts and a waist that was impossibly small. She was always the most popular and reveled in being the captain of the cheerleaders. Jenny was almost the opposite of Sandy. She was from a poor, broken family, attending college on a full scholarship. Jenny was a loner and never developed her social skills. She had short dark hair and gray-green eyes. Her 35C breasts were large for her 5'6" height and, although she wasn't nearly as thin as Sandy, she had a nice body. The extra pounds contributed to her curves and full, round butt.
"Let's get situated," the professor said, forcing his eyes away from Jenny's butt. "We only have the weekend and I want to make the most of it." The professor held back his chuckle when he thought about what he was really planning.
The four picked up their luggage. Nick carried a large sports bag and Jenny a small battered suitcase. Sandy, of course, brought more than she could carry so Nick helped her. Professor Hill led them as they walked silently through the huge house until each disappeared into their assigned bedroom. The professor told them to unpack and meet him downstairs in half an hour. Each was left to investigate their living quarters and get settled.
Nick was unpacked in no time, basically dumping his clothes into the first two drawers he opened. He jumped onto the bed, bouncing on his back until his large frame came to rest. Putting his hands behind his head, elbows out, he stared at the ceiling. To him this was an adventure in more ways than one. He enjoyed the topic, but more importantly had volunteered after Sandy had. Nick hoped he'd get into the cute blonde's pants. He wouldn't mind Jenny either, but she didn't seem the type. "Hmmm, maybe I can convince Jenny," he muttered with a sinister grin.
Jenny looked around her assigned bedroom. It was old and dark and, although much larger than any bedroom she had ever been in, it reminded her of her unpleasant childhood. She had hoped her past was behind her, but the depressingly dark room brought back some memories she wanted to forget. Jenny was very meticulous placing her clothes in their proper places since nice clothing was a luxury.
Sandy sighed and wondered what she was doing there. When she saw the ancient room, she immediately wished she was back in the off-campus apartment her parents paid handsomely for. It was filled with every amenity imaginable. This room didn't even have electricity. Sandy had come on this class outing simply to get a better grade. Now she wondered if the inconveniences were worth it. Sandy began unpacking her very expensive clothing.
Later, when Sandy walked down the rickety old stairs she again felt anxious. The others sat around a large table staring at her.
"What?" she asked.
"You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago," the professor said.
"I had a lot to unpack."
"I'll say," Nick said sarcastically. "Remember, I helped carry your suitcases. Why'd you bring so much anyway?"
Sandy opened her mouth to tell Nick off, but the professor held up his hand. He began his orientation, telling them the house was old and, since the mansion was rarely occupied, all the windows and doors were locked tight. The only way in and out was the front door. When the girls looked scared, Professor Hill assured them that there were very strong deadbolts on the door. The house was safe. Professor Hill explained that since there was no electricity they would have to carry candles for illumination. He added that it was critical they had the necessary lighting with them before it got dark, otherwise it could be dangerous moving around the unfamiliar mansion.
"Can someone come with me to get my candelabra?" Jenny said timidly.
"It's not dark yet," Sandy said, sounding irritated.
"I would feel more comfortable with it before it gets dark. That's what Professor Hill said."
"It won't be dark for a while. Anyway, why do you need someone to go with you?"
Jenny hesitated a moment, not liking the barrage of questions thrown at her by the popular girl. Then she took a deep breath and exhaled, saying, "I felt something up there."
Nick and the professor's heads turned to look at the shy girl.
"Yeah right," Nick said. "Hey, I'm the prankster here. Don't you forget it. C'mon, I'll hold your hand."
The two walked out of the room, not holding hands but Jenny obviously staying close to the strong male. When they were out of sight, the professor and Sandy turned to look at each other. Sandy shrugged her shoulders in her typical "what a jerk" gesture.
At her bedroom's threshold, Jenny hesitated and then leaned forward, peeking inside. The shove from behind caused her to stumble into the room, taking several quick steps to keep from falling. She glared behind her at Nick.
"That wasn't funny," Jenny said.
"I was pushed."
"Yeah right. Maybe you can scare the blonde bimbo downstairs, but not me."
"No really, I felt something push me into you."
"Yeah right. C'mon, I got the candle. Let's go back downstairs."
Nick was silent. He looked into the bedroom and down both sides of the hall, but didn't see anything. He hurried his pace to catch up to Jenny. This time it was he who stayed close.
While they were preparing dinner, the professor set a timer on a device he had previously planted. The four had just sat down to eat when a howl came from within the house. All three students jumped.
"What was that?" Jenny asked, clutching her hands to her chest.
"What? I didn't hear anything," the professor said, clamping his teeth to keep from grinning.
"I heard it," Sandy said.
"Me too," chimed in Nick.
"Should we go investigate?" the professor asked, holding in his laughter.
"No, let's just eat," Sandy said, her eyes darting into the other room where she thought the sound came from.
They ate mostly in silence, each stopping from time to time to strain their ears. After a while they all doubted hearing the strange noise. All except Jenny, that is. She was sure she had felt something in her bedroom earlier. She didn't believe Nick's story, but she definitely had sensed something.
"Anyone for some TV?" Professor Hill asked after they had cleaned up.
"Sure," Nick said. Sandy began laughing. "What's so funny?"
"Duh! No electricity, remember?"
"Oh yeah. So what are we gonna do?"
"How about telling ghost stories?" the professor said.
"No," Sandy shrieked.
"No way!" Jenny cried out almost simultaneously.
"Come on, young ladies," Professor Hill chided his students, "we're here to enrich our psyches. After all, it is a parapsychology field trip. Don't you want to broaden your minds?"
Professor Hill's finger toyed with the button on the remote control he held behind his back. He pressed it just as he concluded his sentence. A loud swooshing noise filled the room. All three students jumped, even Nick.
"What was that?" Jenny exclaimed.
"Must have been the wind," the professor said, again holding back his laughter.
"You ... you said the house was sealed tight." Sandy's head moved like a lizard's as it checked out every corner of the room.
"Well, there must be vents."
"I don't feel so good," Jenny said. "I think I'll turn in."
"Me too," Sandy hurriedly said.
"Okay, why don't we all have a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, when it's light, you won't all be scared."
"I'm not scared," Nick said, but his head jerked up anxiously when he heard the swooshing noise again.
The professor eased his finger off the button and slipped the remote into his pocket. He was thrilled with the way the field trip was going. When he stood up, the others jumped to their feet. They went upstairs staying close together, one by one entering their assigned bedroom and closing the door behind them. Except for the professor, they all nervously looked around their strange room and quickly lit their candles, the flickering light providing them some comfort.
The hair on the back of Jenny's neck stood up and goose bumps rapidly spread across her skin. She felt it again -- the presence. Jenny had always been clairvoyant. It was a secret she kept to herself after being teased when she was younger, but in her heart she knew it was real. That's why she took the parapsychology class and went on this field trip. Even though Professor Hill sometimes made her feel uneasy, like when she would catch him staring at her breasts, she was hoping to learn from him and understand her "gift."
The timid girl began undressing, sensing eyes watching her every move. She scanned the room and even placed her fingernail against the lone mirror, checking to see if it was a two-way mirror. She saw the gap between her real fingernail and its reflection so knew the mirror was legitimate. But the feeling didn't go away. Someone was watching her, she was sure of it. When Jenny was down to her bra and panties she reached behind her and unclasped the bra. But she didn't remove it. Clutching the now loose undergarment to her ample breasts, Jenny looked nervously around the room. She felt it -- the eyes watching her. Jenny slipped her long cotton nightgown over her head and let it slide down her body. Only then did she remove her bra, but Jenny decided to leave her panties on. She climbed onto the large bed and pulled the covers up to her neck, and then yanked it higher until it just touched her nose, clutching it in her fists. It took a while, but eventually the frightened girl fell into a restless sleep.
One flickering flame on the candelabra leaned over before extinguishing, leaving the wick glowing red for a few seconds. Then the next one did the same, and the next...
Jenny's eyes snapped open. For a few moments she was disoriented, then she remembered where she was -- alone in a strange room in a haunted house. She wondered what had awoken her. As her eyes peered into the darkness it dawned on Jenny that she was in a pitch black room. Why weren't the candles lit? She intentionally left them burning to provide light. They couldn't have melted completely in one night. Then she wondered what time it was. Had she just fallen asleep or was it soon going to be morning? And why did the candles go out?
Jenny strained her ears as she peered into the darkness. And then she felt the presence again. It was even stronger this time. The frightened girl cowered under her cover, clutching it tightly against her. Then the cover was tugged. Jenny gripped it tighter but wasn't strong enough to stop its downward movement.
"Who's there?" Jenny asked, her little voice squeaking. "Professor?" When there was no answer, she asked, "Nick? It must be you. This isn't funny!"
Jenny realized that the cover, although still clutched in her fingers, was now down to her waist. Her arms were almost straight. Jenny released the cover and brought her hands to her chest, placing one over each breast. It was then the cover was yanked off her body. Jenny was startled and about to scream when she felt a hand cover her mouth.
How did Nick move so fast? she wondered, since the hand appeared instantaneously with the cover being pulled off her feet.
Then Jenny felt lips replacing the hand on her mouth. They were soft lips, very gentle. They didn't feel like they'd belong to the rugged athlete. So if it wasn't Nick, it must be the more effeminate professor. She tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth a tongue slid between her parted lips. Soon the tongue was exploring inside Jenny's mouth, and her tongue was responding. Jenny felt something taking control of her ... some sort of force. She was swept away as if in a dream.
That's it, the confused girl thought, I'm dreaming.
Now that her brain told her it was a dream, Jenny gave in to the sensual tongue and flicked hers passionately against it. She heard moaning only to realize it was coming from her. Jenny sought to embrace her dream-lover, but her arms felt like lead and she couldn't lift them.
Jenny wanted to scream out "Who's doing that?" when she felt the bottom of her nightgown being pushed up. But she couldn't scream. Her mouth was busy sucking on a tongue. Then she felt cool air on her inner thighs telling her the impossible had happened, that the nightgown was above her knees. How can he kiss me and reach the bottom of my nightgown at the same time? He can't! What the hell is going on? Is it magic? Is it rising on its own? What's going on?! When the material snagged at her butt, Jenny's body seemed to float off the mattress and then settle back down. Oh god! It's up to my waist!
"No, no," Jenny pleaded when she felt her panties being tugged. But the words could hardly be heard, muffled by the open mouth she screamed them into. The panties got stuck at her butt, popped free, and then slid down her legs and off her feet. Jenny again wanted to cry out for it to stop, but she couldn't. She was sucking on the tongue again.
The young college girl was confused. Her nightgown seemed to have risen on its own and her panties had fallen off her body. She wondered how that could be. She was lying down. That's not how gravity worked. But Jenny's befuddled brain did know one thing -- she was naked from the waist down. The cool air on her legs and pussy attested to that.
Jenny clamped her legs together. She felt a tingly feeling on her shins, as if someone was gently stroking her. But it didn't feel like any hand she had ever felt. It sent shivers throughout her body. When the hands pushed her feet outward, Jenny obediently parted her legs. The mysterious hands slid from her ankles to the inside of her knees, gently pushing her legs further apart. By the time she felt the hands on her inner thighs, Jenny's legs were spread wide.
Jenny was breathing hard and noticed that the person kissing her never took a breath. She wondered how that could be. Why wasn't her lover breathing? And who was it? She thought it must be Professor Hill, but then whose hands were on her legs? How was the professor kissing her and pushing her legs apart at the same time?
Jenny's breathing stopped when she felt fingers prying her pussy open. What was happening was impossible. It broke every law of physical science. But Jenny didn't have time to think about it. She felt lips touch her pussy and then a tongue. The snake-like tongue became alive, licking between her spread labia. She felt her hips jerk in response and heard the familiar moaning again, knowing the moans were hers.
The tongue in her pussy began licking faster. Then it slivered downward until it sunk into her hole. It was alive as it thrust in and out. Just like a cock, Jenny thought. And her pelvis responded in kind. She bounced on the bed as if she were being fucked. The tongue seemed to get longer and longer, penetrating deeply into her pussy ... deeper ... deeper. And then the tongue slowly withdrew, the tip maintaining contact with her pussy, licking upward. It brushed over her clit and Jenny's hips jerked.
"AAAYYYYYY!!" she screamed when her orgasm exploded, finally capable of making a sound more than a moan.
Jenny's eyes opened slowly when she heard the noise. She was panting hard, dreamily staring at the flickering lights. It took a while for her eyes and mind to focus, and then she saw the three figures standing in her room, each holding a candelabra. Sandy had a shocked expression, while Nick's was one of lust. Professor Hill was hungrily staring at her crotch, absentmindedly licking his lips.
Jenny realized her nightgown was bunched around her waist and her legs wide apart. She snapped her legs together and yanked the pillow out from under her head, placing it over her exposed body.
"What are you doing here?" she cried out.
"We heard a scream," the professor said. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I was just ... just..."
"Yeah, we can see," Sandy said, smirking.
"Who was in here?" Jenny asked.
"What are you talking about?" The professor seemed edgy.
"Someone was here ... in my room. I felt them ... him ... them."
"Them?" Sandy raised an eyebrow.
"I ... I think so," the confused girl said quietly. "It felt like two people."
"You must have been dreaming," Professor Hill said. "Everyone, back to your own room."
"Some dream," Sandy snickered as she turned to leave.
"Come on, let's go." It was almost comical to watch the small, thin professor pull the muscular athlete out of Jenny's bedroom.
With the others gone, Jenny was once again left in darkness. She pushed her nightgown down and located her bedcover at the foot of the bed. Pulling the cover to her chin, she tried to make sense of what happened. She had never had an erotic dream before, and this one seemed so real. And she had never had an orgasm like that! Eventually, her breathing deepened and she drifted off to sleep.
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