Haunted House - Chapter 2
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Revised December, 2007
Hetero, Non-Consent, Reluctant, Oral, Anal
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1
Jenny awoke to the gray light in her room. She wondered why it was always so dingy within the mansion, and then noticed the windows were not clear. For the first time she realized she couldn't see outside and felt a lump in her throat. Jenny's eyes scanned the room while clutching the bedcover to her nose. Without her head moving, her eyes looked up to the ceiling and then back down to the wall in front of her and then to the right and left. Raising her chin and digging the back of her head into the pillow, still gripping the cover tightly pressed to her mouth, she glanced behind her, eyes darting side to side. Releasing the breath she unconsciously held, her body went limp. She tried to feel the presence ... shutting her eyes tight ... straining so hard her head throbbed ... but she felt nothing. What the hell happened last night? Was it a dream? Did Professor Hill molest me? She shivered remembering the professor's look when he and the others stood in her room, staring between her spread legs. But there were two of them. I think there were. I don't know what to think anymore. Jenny finally settled for the simple answer -- that it was a dream. But she thought, I'll keep a keen eye on Professor Hill and Nick just to be safe.
When Jenny went downstairs she was surprised to see everyone already there. She was usually an early riser. Glancing at her watch, she discovered it was late morning.
"Well, well, look who finally woke up," Sandy said. "I guess if I had dreams like her I'd stay in bed too."
"Enough of that!" Professor Hill almost shouted, his forcefulness out of character for the mild-mannered man. "We will be spending the weekend together so we will be civil to each other. Understand?"
Everyone nodded, but Jenny's eyes fired darts at Sandy and then turned to look at Nick. As usual, the athlete seemed to be thinking about something else.
They had breakfast and then the professor said, "Okay, ladies and gentleman, it's time to do our first exercise. Let's go into the other room."
Professor Hill had them sit in a circle holding hands. Nick made sure he was seated between the two girls, which put the professor between them as well.
"Okay, this house is supposed to be full of spirits," the professor began. "I want everyone to close their eyes and see if you can feel anything."
"Feel what?" Nick asked.
"Anything. Just let your mind go blank."
"That won't be hard for him," Sandy said chuckling.
The four sat in a circle holding hands with their eyes closed trying to conjure images of spirits. They sat like that for a while, and then a howling echoed through the room. Nick and Sandy jumped to their feet, Sandy's hands breaking free from the two men. The professor didn't move because he had orchestrated the sham with another of his gimmicks. But Jenny didn't move either! In fact, she clasped Nick's hand so firmly that when he jumped up she pulled the strong athlete down to one knee.
"My god, look at her!" Sandy shouted.
Nick and Professor Hill turned towards the direction the blonde's shaking finger pointed. Sitting on the floor Indian style, Jenny tightly held the men's hands. Her face was ghostly pale and her eyes were open, but only the whites could be seen. Her eyelashes fluttered over her colorless eyes and her breathing was shallow. This disturbed even the professor who thought his deception might have gone too far. He tried to pull his hand free but couldn't.
"Archibald and Lucinda welcome you to their home," Jenny said in a monotone voice.
"Who the hell are they?" Nick said, still trying to pull his hand free.
"They hope to make your stay enjoyable."
Jenny's eyes clamped shut, and when they opened were normal. She looked at the others very slowly, one at a time, their staring making her feel uncomfortable. Then her fingers snapped open as she released the two hands, dropping her own hands into her lap.
"Who's Archie and Lucy?" Nick asked Jenny.
"What are you talking about?"
"You said they welcome us to their home."
"I did no such thing. What are you talking about?"
Jenny wasn't telling the entire truth. She had no recollection of speaking, but she did feel the presence of others. And she had a vision. Or was it one of those veridical dreams they discussed in class? She had "seen" a man and woman sitting in the same parlor they were in, except the house looked a lot newer and brighter. The woman was doing needlepoint and the man puffed on his cigar while reading a leather-bound book. Jenny unconsciously sniffed for the presence of smoke.
"C'mon, you did so."
"Nick, leave Jenny alone," the professor intervened.
"But she said--"
"I mean it! Let it be."
Professor Hill was troubled with what he had seen. Was his student playing her own game? He remembered the strength of the girl's grip, so tight that he couldn't pull free. And Nick, who was much stronger than all of them, couldn't either. And then there was her blank expression ... and her eerie eyes.
The professor said softly, "Archibald and Lucinda were the husband and wife who lived in this house over a hundred years ago. Jenny, did you see something? You seemed to have been in an altered state of consciousness."
"What's that?" Nick asked.
The professor turned to him, shaking his head. "Did you ever stay awake in my lectures?" The macho athlete actually blushed. "We discussed that early in the semester. It's a term used to refer to any state of consciousness that is different from 'normal' states of waking or sleeping. So, Jenny, did you?"
"I saw them sitting here ... in the parlor." Both Sandy and Nick looked around the room. "No, it was not now. It ... it seemed to be a long time ago. Professor, what happened to them?"
Professor Hill didn't tell the others what he knew, but for the next few hours they talked about parapsychology. The professor did most of the talking, often jumping to his feet, pacing and moving his hands animatedly like he did in front of his lecture hall back at the university. He asked Jenny a lot of questions which she answered as best she could, couching her words carefully so the others wouldn't scorn her like her peers had when she was younger. They spoke for so long, in fact, that it was lunchtime before they knew it. The four got up and quietly ate a light lunch, none of them having much of an appetite.
Professor Hill noticed how nervous his students were so decided not to use any of his tricks for a while. After lunch they roamed the large house, investigating it for the first time. They were enthralled by the antique furnishings and paintings. At every turn, and when entering a room for the first time, each felt the anxiety of the unknown. They didn't believe in ghosts, but nonetheless the hair on the back of their necks stood up each time. When they reached the far end of one hall on the first floor, they found a locked door. They thought it strange because none of the other interior doors had locks on them, not even the bedrooms. After the professor gave up trying to open it, Nick turned the knob and rattled the door, pushing it with his shoulder, but it wouldn't budge. He shrugged and followed the others.
It wasn't until it started to get dark that they realized how many hours it had taken to walk through the mansion. This time all were hungry so they ate a hearty dinner. Afterwards, the professor again drew their discussion to parapsychology, but stopped when he sensed his students' uneasiness.
"I'm going to sleep," Sandy announced.
"Yeah, me too," Nick said.
Both the professor and Jenny stared at the two in amazement. Neither of the popular pair had gone to bed this early since puberty. Jenny wondered if they were planning a rendezvous. It would be just like that slut to throw herself at the jock.
Jenny and the professor remained downstairs after the other two had gone to their respective bedrooms. Professor Hill was still fascinated by Jenny's altered state of consciousness experience and wanted to pursue it in more detail. They chatted for a long time, Jenny finally admitting her clairvoyance tendencies. The professor, in kind, told her about Archibald and Lucinda. They were husband and wife who came from privileged families, but were philanthropists, helping the less fortunate and encouraging the arts. Before their death, Archibald had set up a perpetual trust which preserved the mansion. It was used for tours and occasionally loaned to universities for study purposes.
"But why do people think it's haunted?" Jenny asked.
"Well, Archibald and Lucinda died young. I think she was around 25 and he closer to 30. In those days America was much more of a class society, with Archibald and Lucinda definitely falling into the upper class. Although they treated the less fortunate with kindness and didn't look down upon them, some ruffians hated anyone with money and broke into the mansion, slaughtering all the servants and..."
Jenny stared at the professor, waiting. She leaned forward, her mouth dry. "And what?"
"Well, poor Lucinda was raped and then the two were murdered."
"Oh, I see. How awful. So that's why people think the house is haunted?"
"Not exactly. You see, it seems the ruffians returned to the scene of the crime a few months later. No one knows why. Maybe they took a perverse pleasure in what they had done, getting away with it. Anyway, on Halloween, the caretakers found all five dead in the house. The bodies were propped up side by side with the words 'These men murdered us' written on the wall over their heads. And it was written with their blood."
"Creepy," Jenny said, a shudder running through her body.
"The police never found the murderers of those people either."
"What do you mean? They were killed by Archibald and Lucinda, weren't they?"
"Only if you believe in ghosts," the professor said sullenly, more to himself than his student.
****
Sandy lay in bed, turning onto her side, rolling onto her back, folding the pillow under her head, burying her face in the pillow, bending her knees, straightening them. The blanket became so tangled she had to get out of bed to fix it. Then she climbed under the cover and tried to fall asleep all over again. The events of the day were strange to say the least. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. But eventually she did fall asleep, only to be woken by someone touching her.
"Who's there?" she asked nervously, trying to move away from the unseen hands.
Sandy realized the bedcover had been removed and she was lying naked in the pitch black darkness with someone in the room with her. She froze, her mouth dry and her voice stuck in her throat. The pampered girl had never been so scared. Unwelcome hands began kneading her breasts.
Sandy started to push the hands away when she felt lips touch hers. She violently turned her head to the side. The hands slipped off her breasts and traveled down her body, fingertips gently tickling her skin. Turning her head in response, she felt the lips on her cheek. Her head quickly turned away. By now the hands were pushing her legs apart. She didn't know what to fend off first, but when the tongue licked her pussy she began kicking her legs violently. Suddenly, the tongue disappeared.
Sandy didn't hear the woman say, "She's not as receptive as the other one. Let us leave her alone."
Breathing hard, Sandy crossed her arms over her chest, feeling it rise and fall. Her whole body trembled in the dark. And then she saw two faint fuzzy lights flash across the room, momentarily casting a dim light on the far wall ... and then vanish. Blinking twice, she stared into the darkness but there was nothing.
Sandy lay in bed wondering what had just happened. Had she had a dream like Jenny? It felt too real to be a dream, but Jenny said hers felt real too. And what about the lights? Were her eyes playing tricks on her? It must have been a flashlight, Sandy thought. But who was in here? I bet it was ... I'll get him for this! She listened in the darkness and then cautiously climbed out of bed and dropped to her hands and knees. Crawling slowly, her hand moved from side to side in front of her like a blind man's cane. When it struck the table leg she used it to guide her as she stood. Her hand slid across the tabletop until it bumped into the candelabra. The fingers from her other hand skimmed the wood surface until the matches were found. Pulling the box open, several wooden matches flew onto the table and floor, but her trembling fingers managed to capture one and swiped it against the side of the box. As the glow of the match illuminated the room she quickly looked around, holding the match at arm's length. Soon it burned her finger so she dropped it, leaving her in darkness once again. Sandy struck another match and quickly lit the candles. She went back to bed and pulled the bedcover over her head, hugging her knees to her chest in the fetal position.
****
In another room, Nick was fast asleep languishing in a recurring dream. The warm lips surrounding his dick felt wonderful. Then Nick realized his eyes were open. He reached down in the blackness of the night and felt the hair of a bobbing head for an instant before his hand was swatted away. Damn, I'm not sleeping! his mind shouted. He was really getting a blow-job and the girl really knew what she was doing.
"Who's there?" Nick whispered.
When there was no answer, the handsome athlete accustomed to girls doting over him lay back and enjoyed the warm mouth and tongue. He strained to see, but couldn't. His other senses kicked in and he sniffed loudly. Sandy's perfume wafted to his nose and he smiled. Nick had wondered how he was going to get into the cheerleader's pants, and she had come to him.
With her lips locked around his cock, her tongue alternated between rapid licks and a caress that felt like it was wrapping around his shaft. God she has a long tongue, he marveled. He pictured Sandy's face with his cock in her mouth, her eyes looking up at him. The vision enhanced his enjoyment. She sure knows how to suck cock.
Nick sucked in a lungful of air when the head started bobbing rapidly. It felt like someone was jacking him off, but with a mouth. Then he realized the lips were smashing into his body. He was being deep-throated for the first time. Nick began moaning as his hips jerked upwards. He had learned to control moving his lower body because it caused the girl to gag and stop blowing him, but he didn't have to now. She was able to take his cock past the gag point into her throat. Nick was in heaven.
The head stopped moving with Nick's cock deep in her throat. He was about to protest when she began a movement with her throat like a swallow. Her throat muscles contracted around his dick and released, only to grip it again. That's not humanly possible! he thought. There's no way she can breathe! Nick jerked his hips, trying to fuck Sandy's throat. All the while her throat was stimulating his cock. Then he felt it before even hearing it. She began humming. The vibration traveled through his cock like electricity, as if a light switch was flipped on.
"Oh god, I'm gonna..." Nick cried out, his hands grabbing the back of her head as he thrust upward.
Without stopping her humming, she began bobbing her head again. When Nick felt Sandy's lips drag up and down his shaft, with her wet tongue making contact at the same time, he erupted. He heard the slurping noises and swallowing as he continued to pump fresh sperm into her mouth. It wasn't until he stopped cumming and his cock began to dwindle that the lips slid off his shaft, letting it plop down onto his thigh.
"Sandy, that was ... the best," Nick said breathlessly, his eyes closed.
He felt the mattress on either side of him compress. Again he strained his eyes to see, but it was too dark. Nick, however, felt a knee bump into his ear, then there was movement on either side of his head. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a hairy pussy lowered to his mouth.
Nick smelled the aroused pussy and wondered what it looked like. He envisioned it to be blonde, assuming Sandy was natural because of her blonde eyebrows and fair complexion. He was surprised with the amount of hair though. How the hell does she wear a bikini with this bush? he wondered.
The pussy became impatient and began rubbing against his mouth. Nick reached up and grabbed her thighs, but his hands were slapped away. Is she some sort of fuckin' control freak? But he didn't want to upset the finicky debutante so he simply licked. His tongue sought out her slit. When his tongue located her hole and sunk in, she bounced up and down on it. Her hairy pussy smashed against his face, but he didn't care. He had unleashed something in the uppity girl and he didn't want it to stop.
Nick heard a moan above him and flicked his tongue faster. He was going to make Sandy enjoy it so much that she would beg to have sex with him again. She kept bouncing, from time to time leaning forward and grinding her wet, hairy pussy all over his face. One time, when in that position, Nick's tongue contacted her clit. He heard a groan from above so he continued licking the sensitive nubbin. Soon she was rubbing her pussy on his tongue ferociously, and then Nick heard a long moan as she came, covering his face with her juices.
Nick lay on his back with a pussy pressed to his face. She was evidently spent and resting. He wanted to grab her, to roll her off him, but he didn't want to upset her. Then the pressure on his face eased as she lifted up. Nick felt her wet pussy slide down his body until it made contact with his once again hard cock. He heard a squeal of delight, and then a hand guided his cock to the warm pussy he had just licked.
Immediately, the body above him began bouncing up and down. Nick liked to be the dominant one during sex, but relented to Sandy's wishes. He promised himself that next time it would be different. But right now he lay back and enjoyed the great fuck. Up and down, up and down she went, gripping his cock with her pussy all the while. Nick wanted to see Sandy's face ... to see her naked bouncing breasts, but all his eyes saw was the blackness of the night. Instead, he concentrated on the feeling of a hot pussy sliding up and down his dick.
Nick heard that long moan again and knew that Sandy had climaxed. When she stopped moving, Nick thrust upwards trying to get her to continue. He finally felt her move, but was aghast when her hand held his cock as she pulled off it. He was about to protest when he felt her shifting and then push his cock into her. But it felt different. It was not as wet, and was tighter. Then it dawned on him. His cock was sinking into Sandy's ass.
The bouncing above Nick began again. He was fucking Sandy's ass; actually she was fucking him with her ass. No girl had ever let him do that, and now he was doing it to the cute little cheerleader. His only regret was that he couldn't see. And then the sensation was too much for Nick. His balls tingled, indicating his imminent orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum!" he hissed.
To his shock, Sandy got off him. When he moaned his complaint, he felt her hands on his throbbing cock. She was covering his cock with something. A condom?! his befuddled mind asked. Why the fuck does she need a rubber now? Once his cock was covered, her fingers wrapped around it and her fist moved rapidly, jerking him off. His sperm rode up his cock like mercury on a hot day.
Nick felt Sandy remove the condom and climb off the bed. He was too spent to move and lay in a semi-conscious state. When he had recovered he listened for the girl.
"Sandy, you there?"
When there was no answer, Nick got up and stumbled to the table. He lit his candles and looked around the room. He was alone. Shrugging, he blew out the candles, then got back into bed and fell into a peaceful sleep.
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