Cindy’s friends had dared her to spend the night in the old Forrester Mansion, a deserted and dilapidated three-story gabled monstrosity at the end of Lonely Hill Road… People in the town were unnerved by the place, but the town council refused to demolish it due to its storied history and infamous past.
It was widely rumored that Casper Forrester, the last in the line of the town’s wealthiest family, had found his beautiful wife, Colleen, in bed with another man, shot them both in a brutal double murder and then turned the pistol on himself. Ghost stories regarding Casper’s frequent nocturnal appearances around the estate had become the whispered legend of the town.
Cindy and her four friends vowed to spend Saturday night in the ruined mansion and not leave until dawn the next morning. The group’s made-up rules included each person having to occupy a different room; no two people could room together and one of them would be chosen by lot to stay in the master bedroom where the murder had occurred. Cindy drew the short straw and was sentenced to a night in the fatal bed chamber.
The five of them sat up that evening in the ruined drawing room downstairs playing games and music and talking until nearly midnight. They briefly played with the Ouija board someone brought but abandoned the game after some creepy responses and odd noises in the house.
Comforted by the company of others and their laughter, all seemed fairly well. But all too soon everyone began to yawn and one by one withdrew to the separate bedrooms with their sleeping bags and belongings.
Cindy made her way upstairs to the master bedroom guiding herself by the eerie glow of her flashlight. She closed the door not wanting to sleep with her back to an open black doorway and set up her bag, changing into her shorts and tee shirt before zipping herself inside and tried to drift off to sleep. As she grew quiet, Cindy began to hear strange noises…
…She must have drifted off to sleep…She awoke suddenly to find she heard (and felt) breathing very close by… Strangely, she wasn’t afraid as she felt the warm passing of a breath over her cunt. A whisper in the darkness said, ‘May I stay with you a while? I’m cold and lonely!’ Cindy found herself unzipping the sleeping bag and throwing it open. She blushed realizing she was giving her permission to her ghostly visitor. The voice was sad not scary or threatening. The breath she felt was warm.
She dozed again.
Because it was pitch black dark, she felt rather than saw that her shorts were unfastened and pulled down to expose her velvet pussy… She felt the warm breath again and was startled to full wakefulness as a tongue invaded her most private area. Her nerves experienced a more than pleasant thrill as the invisible tongue lapped at her again and again; warm, invisible hands caressing her flesh under her tee shirt; a deep-throated moan vibrated her pussy and sent a pleasurable shockwave through her nether region…
The air around her was strangely still yet she felt the presence with her in the dark bedroom. Her voice was raspy and thick with lust as she spoke out in the gloom; ‘who are you? What are you doing?’ For answer, a long, wet tongue snaked further into her vaginal passage and fingers sought out the sensitive g-spot behind her pelvis… Her hips bucked involuntarily as pleasure again shot through her lower body…
The unseen hands pushed her tee shirt up and over her head and continued to gently explore her skin, grazing and then tweaking her now swollen nipples. The naughty tongue retracted and then circled her erect clit sending an even hotter wave of pleasurable sensations through her quivering twat. She screamed as a powerful orgasm stole upon her suddenly. She now felt juices oozing from her cunt and trailing down her anus as the ghost continued to ravage her with tongue and fingers.
Her chest heaved as another mighty climax took her… she was now sweating and writhing in her sleeping bag as the invisible lover continued… She shamelessly begged for more now and suddenly felt his cock sliding slowly into her hole… She heard the deep voice chuckle as the ghost dick entered her completely and a heavy body above her pressed her to the floor…
She could not see her ghostly lover but felt everything as he fucked her now with swift, powerful strokes, the invisible mouth rapidly kissing and licking her mouth and neck and shoulders….
She felt warm, strong arms embrace her body and she involuntarily wrapped her legs up around the apparition… It felt so, so good. She was mad with frantic lust as the ghost pounded her wet pussy over and over. She came and screamed again and then she was suddenly still…
How long she slept she could not know but sunlight now streamed through dilapidated shutters and the room was still, though filled with the smell of her well-sexed body. Her hands reached to her pussy (sore from use) and she felt sticky cum oozing from herself.
She stood and pulled up her shorts; found her shirt and stumbled still drowsy but strangely very refreshed from her dark room… She left her sleeping bag and belongings in the room.
The others were gathered below waiting and they hurriedly departed the mansion. Though they all looked at her, no one spoke.
As they walked away, Cindy smiled to herself and whispered, ‘Bye Casper…’
- HB1
