Wild Stories | Ghost Encounter

Chapter #21

6 Jul 17, 09:53

And then, without any warning, his cock slammed up into her cunt in one fluid thrust, making her arch and scream into the night. Her ghost lover pounded away without mercy, gripping her waist and fucking himself with her tight hole.

“I can’t … it’s too much…” Jen sobbed hysterically, clawing at the floorboards as he continued to plough into her, skin slapping skin.

A hand spanked her ass hard. “Take it, kitten. Accept your fate as our human slut.”

She moaned at his words, and then his fingers were at her clit, tugging and rubbing and pinching, egging herself on towards the orgasm she so desperately craved.

“Fuck!” Jen cried, throwing her head back. “Fuck me harder, pound me like the slut I am!” She was bucking backwards now, meeting him thrust for thrust, until she was sure they were just a blur to onlookers.

“Here you go, then, little one,” growled the ghost. “I’m going to give you just what you deserve…”

The blast of his cum hit her insides so suddenly that Jen came, completely and utterly, crying out in delight at being filled so well.

He pulled out his thick ghost cock and cast her onto the floor, cum dripping from her hot cunt. She groaned at the loss, immediately wanting more, more, more.

“You heard her, boys,” chuckled her lover. “She asked you to pound her like the slut she is.”

Jen was suddenly flipped into the air, as she had been the night before, only this time she was being held horizontal and spread-eagled, ass to the ceiling. The cold air prickled her skin, her over-sensitised nipples firm and begging to be pulled by spectre hands.

She managed to inhale a single deep breath before something slapped at her cheek, and then sunk right into her open mouth.

At first she gagged a little on the ghostly cock - it had to be roughly the same massive size as the one she had taken last night and just minutes ago - but it gave her no time for adjustment.

Invisible hands gripped either side of her head and held her in place while the cock thrust in and out of her slobbery mouth, her whines and moans muffled by the brutal actions.

“Yes, pet,” cooed the ghost, “you were made for this, weren’t you?”

Jen didn’t have time to respond, even if she wanted to. A second later, another cock impaled her dripping pussy, wet slapping sounds echoing around the seemingly-empty basement. She shivered in absolute bliss, every nerve in her body singing with the treatment she was getting. This is what she needed. This is what she’d been waiting for.

The two ghosts fucked her between them in perfect tandem, cool, slippery hands keeping her upright and immobile as she soared towards yet another orgasm. The cock in her pussy kept flexing and twitching, causing her to jerk in response.

“Are you ready for the first round of cum, little one? There are many more cocks for you to serve here,” said her ghostly companion.

She nodded eagerly, mouth still stuffed with cock. The ghost lovers fucked her hard enough to have her seeing stars, and before she knew it, she was being filled in both ends full of cold cum, her own orgasm washing over her before she could register what had happened.

She swallowed the cum eagerly, noticing it tasted so deliciously different to a regular man’s seed. The two cocks withdrew, earning yet another whine of desperation from her, and another chuckle from the ghost.

“Patience, pet. Here you are, then. Just remember, you asked for all of this.”

With an audible snap, the invisible bonds on her were cut, and she fell unceremoniously to the cold, wooden floor. Before she could so much as sit up, hands pulled at her every limb, and two more cocks slipped into her mouth and aching cunt.

For what seemed like hours, Jen was treated as nothing more than a ghost slut, being turned over and under and upside down, simply a series of wet, warm holes for their massive ghost cocks. She never grew tired, she only wanted more with every serving of cum she received, only screamed louder and longer with every pulsing orgasm that took over her. She lost count after the eighth cock was rammed down her throat, and she had long since stopped resisting the urge to simply give in and take what she could.

“Do you see what you’ve done, little slut?” asked the familiar ghost, right next to her ear. The air of his voice was cool on her neck. “You’ve anchored all of these men to this reality.” The hands that had previously held her captive retreated, until there was only one pair left - the hands of the first ghost. They trailed around her torso, briefly tweaking her stiff nipples, before sliding around to cup her ass. “You should see the sight you make on our spectral plane - covered in cum, gasping for breath, your mouth and cunt overflowing with seed. Show me that ass, little Jen. Spread your cheeks so I can pound the only part of you not filled with cream.”

For the first time since she came down to the basement, Jen balked. A zing of nervousness skittered up her spine. “B-but I’ve never -”

“Did I ask for your opinion, pet? Turn and spread.”

The voice had turned so icy cold that Jen felt actual fear.

Limbs wobbling, heart pounding, she obeyed, and spread her cheeks wide with trembling fingers, her face pressed into the chilled floor.

“Good girl,” it cooed, and hands stroked over her prickled skin. “It may hurt at first, but before long you’ll be gagging for every cock here to be stuffed in that tight ass.” A cock slipped through her juicy pussy lips, gathering globs of ghost cum as it went, lubing itself with the remnants of her other lovers. “Relax, pet. Push out that hole so everyone can see.”

Jen took a deep breath and relaxed the one hole they hadn’t used, fists clenched at her sides. A hand smoothed over her ass cheeks, giving them little playful swats, before the cock plunged into her tiny rosebud, impaling her halfway as she screamed in terror and shock.

“No!” she squealed, writhing as more invisible hands held her down. “No, please, it’s too much! You’re too big, you’ll - ah! - split me in two!”

The ghost fucking her simply laughed and eased in deeper, until she swore she could feel him in her throat. Tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with the dried cum on her face, ruining her mascara. She thrashed and bucked, but when he withdrew and thrust back in, she felt … different.

“Oh,” she said, before she could help it. He repeated the movement once, twice, and suddenly her cunt began to tingle with an all-too-familiar arousal.

Her ass was stretched beyond comprehension, but the way his prick flexed and moved inside her soon had her panting in pleasure, moving with him instead of against him. Hands plucked at her nipples, toyed with her hair, rubbed her shoulders, held her ass cheeks apart, tickled her clit, and before she knew it, she was moaning and mewling for more.

She was lifted backwards until her back was against her ghost’s chest, hands holding her upright, her legs split. His tongue lashed at her neck, making her whine. “Such a fucking whore, Jen, taking this whole dick in your ass. Maybe we should take turns at you, see how many cocks it takes to get that asshole gaping. Better yet, maybe we should see how many cocks we can stuff into you at once, hmm? Three? Four? Five?”

A hand slapped onto Jen’s gushing pussy and fingered her so hard and fast that she had no choice but to cum, juice leaking from her onto the floor below. The cock in her ass pounded into her for three more seconds before the ghost came with a ragged groan, filling her insides with more of the delicious goo.

As she fell to the floor, she scooped up some of their combined juices and licked it off her finger, grinning as she faced her many invisible admirers.

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Chapter #22

7 Jul 17, 01:27

Unexpected

Synopsis:

A girl makes a bet with her friends to prove she’s not afraid of an old haunted house. Once she’s inside, however, she realises exactly why everyone says it’s haunted, but maybe it’s not as bad as she thought.

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts, including masturbation, some non-consensual scenes involving floating kitchen tools and a possessed shop-vac, plus many female-female incidents. If this sort of material is offensive to you in any way, or if you are not of the legal age of consent, do not read any further.

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“NO, I DON’T WANNA GO IN THERE!” I yell out to them.

“YOU HAVE TO, HEATHER! YOU MADE A BET!” they shout back to me.

I am currently standing outside an old Victorian house, a house that everyone thinks is haunted, even me. I turn around and look up at the house, noticing for the hundredth time its spooky atmosphere. I don’t want to go inside, but I bet all my friends that I could spend two nights and a day in there. Sadly, tonight’s the first night. Now I’m pretty much being forced into the house by my friends who will seal the door with some screws until morning on the day after tomorrow.

I don’t know why I said I could do this. I’m 18 years old, I have better things to do than trying to impress my friends. I walk closer to the door, my friends all walk up behind me with the cordless power screwdriver. I feel the wind blow over my face, an eerie chill rushes up my spine.

“Well, here I go,” I say to myself.

I walk up to the door and reach for the knob, which looks to be a bit rusted. I’m not surprised considering no one’s lived here for years. I heard the house used to be painted white, but all of the paint has chipped off and the natural wood underneath may have had termites feasting on it. I turn the knob and push. It takes a bit of force, but the door opens.

I walk inside, looking around at the dark interior. I see nothing but a hallway to begin with, but I see doors that are the same color as the hallway, so they blend in. Between two of the doors, I see a lone dresser with nothing on top of it. The middle drawer is pulled out slightly and I notice that the drawer is empty inside. I walk further inside and I look behind the door, noticing a set of stairs on the other wall leading up to a second floor.

I look down the hall again and walk forward a bit more. I see something at the end of the hallway, and I have to squint my eyes to see it. There is a large door at the end of the hall, probably leading to the main part of the house. I walk forward some more, and I hear a loud noise.

SLAM!!!

I turn around, frightened out of my mind, and I realize that the door is shut. I shriek and run to the door, trying hard to turn the knob.

It will not budge. One of my friends is grasping it from the other side, preventing me from escaping.

Suddenly, I hear the whirring of the power screwdriver and the door rattling. I pound on the door and I hear them screwing in a few more screws. When they’re done, I hear one of them talking to me.

“Don’t worry, Heather, we’ll come back in a couple of days and let you out!” she tells me.

My eyes begin to water, and I know I will not be able to do this. I scream out to them.

“NO, DON’T LEAVE ME IN HERE!!! I CAN’T DO THIS!!! I WANT TO LEAVE!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!”

I just hear them laughing and the sounds of them fade away. I turn around and press my back up against the door, sliding down to the ground, crying.

Stuck inside a haunted house for 36 hours. I’m such an idiot.

I stay on the ground for a few minutes until I stop crying, then I stand up and look around. Let’s see. It’s a haunted house, with no one inside. This shouldn’t be that scary. I walk down the hall, curiosity possessing me to see what is at the end of the hallway, what is behind the large door that I saw earlier. In a short time, I walk up in front of the door.

It looks red with gold trim. It looks brand new, out of place in this abandoned house. I wrap my hand around the handle and push it down, pushing forward. The door is heavy, but it swings open as if it is lighter than air. Behind the door is a gigantic dining room, magnificently decorated with a 17th-century feel to it.

Like a Victorian house with a rich owner.

I walk inside the dining room, looking at the table arranged with fine china and a few porcelain dishes scattered along it. The table is already set for company and I feel a butler could arrive at any minute to serve me.

Suddenly, the door closes behind me.

I turn around and run back to the door, my frightened feelings from earlier all coming back to me at once. I pound against the door and grab the handle, pushing it down and pulling hard.

I almost fall backwards from the door swinging open so fast.

I look at the door again and my eye catches a glimpse of the spring on the hinges of the door. I sigh with huge relief at knowing the door is not haunted.

I step back from the door again, letting it swing itself shut again from the spring and I smile.

Maybe this house isn’t haunted after all.

I turn around and walk up to the table, looking around at the golden forks and spoons sitting perfectly next to the plates. I look around the dining room and see another door near the corner of the room. I guess it must lead to the kitchen. I walk over to it and turn the knob, pulling it open.

Bingo!

I walk inside the kitchen and pull the door shut behind me. The floor is made of white tile and it is polished to a very shiny finish. The marble counters are flawless and the sink looks like it is made of silver. The sink even has one of those pull-out hand-held faucets! I walk over to the fridge, but I know there will be nothing good inside. Any food that was in here had to be expired by now.

I open the door and find a ton of food, all fresh and it all looks like it was made right before I got here. I close the fridge (I’m not hungry, I just wanted to check) and walk back through the doors I came in through, back into the dark and dreary hallway.

I want to see where all the doors go.

I walk over to a door I saw as soon as I walked inside, the one right next to the front door. I turn the handle and push it open, walking inside.

Behind that door is a beautifully built bathroom. Very convenient, but I’ll check it out later.

I walk to the next door and open it up.

Nothing but a tiny closet with a broom, dustpan, and vacuum inside.

Next door, and I peek my head in to see what’s behind it.

A bedroom, and it looks astounding! I walk inside.

The bed is a king-size, covered in white silk and at least twenty-something pillows against the headboard. On one wall is a wide dresser with a giant mirror placed above it. Another wall has a grandfather clock against it with an enormous picture of a woman with her hand on her cheek. The wall opposite the bed has nothing on it, completely blank.

I look back at the clock. It is 6:38. I’ve only been in this house for a half hour!

I walk over to the mirror and look into it. No dust is on it at all. I admire myself in the mirror, adoring my own brown eyes and long, brown hair, tied up in a ponytail behind me. I turn around and walk up to the bed, leaning down to smell if anyone died on it.

It smells like a fresh, crisp, summer breeze.

I crawl on it and lay my head against the pile of pillows. The softness of the bed and the relaxing feel of the pillows behind me make me get drowsy and I soon fall asleep.

I wake up to a loud thud that sounds like it came from right next to me. I sit up and look around to see what that noise was. I pull the blankets off of me and sit on the side of the bed.

Wait a minute. I never covered up with a blanket. I must have done it while I was asleep.

I look over at the clock. It shows 8:10. By now, it has to be dark outside. I stand up from the bed and walk around the room, not finding anything that could have made a loud thud.

I yawn, and soon I crawl back into bed, covering up with the blanket again.

I wake up again to another loud thud. I just open my eyes and look around, not wanting to get out of bed again. The clock shows 9:03. I cannot believe I was woken up again.

But then I hear it for the third time. It sounds like it’s coming from right next to the bed. I sit up and look over the side of the bed.

Nothing. Again!

I get out of bed again and walk over to the dresser. I am not going to stand for waking up throughout the night. I pull open each drawer, looking for a nightgown or a robe to sleep in. I was uncomfortable sleeping in what I wore today. Though I can’t explain the thuds, I probably kept waking up because I was uncomfortable wearing my regular clothes.

I pull a long, silky nightgown from the bottom drawer and I lay it across the bed. I slip off my tennis shoes and socks, then I pull the white t-shirt I was wearing above my head and I drop it on the ground. I also reach back and undo the clasp on my light blue lacy bra and it drops to the floor as well, revealing my B-cup beauties and my pink nipples to the air.

I unsnap the button on my jeans and pull them down my legs to the floor, creating a pile of clothes next to the bed. Soon to follow are my light blue panties. I grab the nightgown from the bed and pull it over my shoulders, buttoning the only three buttons it has.

I always like to sleep with nothing but a nightgown on. It feels so comfortable, but there’s just one thing strange about this whole situation.

Ever feel like someone’s watching you get undressed?

It seems like I was being watched as I removed my bra and panties, but this house can’t be haunted from what I saw today. I crawl back into bed, cover up, and fall asleep again.

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Chapter #23

7 Jul 17, 06:46

THUD!

I am tired of waking up to a thud!

I sit up again and flip the blanket off of me. Something strikes me as odd, though.

I’m naked.

I’ve never slept completely naked before, and I didn’t have a dream where I took my nightgown off.

Now I could believe the house is haunted.

I move and sit on the side of the bed, looking around for my clothes.

I cannot find any of my clothes on the ground!

Okay, don’t panic. There is a perfectly normal explanation for whatever is going on here. I just don’t know what it is.

I stand up and look over at the clock again.

10:00 exactly.

I walk around the room and look for my clothes. Maybe I didn’t leave them where I thought I left them.

They are nowhere to be found.

I walk over to the door and try to open it.

The knob will not turn in any direction.

I suddenly hear a voice coming from somewhere behind me.

“HEEEEELP USSSSSSSSS”

I look behind me, looking around for something, anything that I did not see before.

“HEEEEELP USSSSSSSSS”

I look around, frightened now, and then I see the mirror turn a bright, purplish color. I walk over to the mirror and look into it. The purple color fades, and I see myself in the mirror still naked, as if nothing else had changed.

Suddenly, I see something else in the mirror. A beautiful woman who is also naked is walking up behind me. When I turn around, I see nothing out of the ordinary, but as I look into the mirror, the woman gets closer and closer to me. In the mirror, I see her placing her hands on my shoulders. I can see her from the corner of my eye, I can feel her rubbing my shoulders, but as I turn my head, I again see nothing unusual.

As soon as I look back into the mirror, I see and feel her rubbing my shoulders again. Her hands travel down my arms and back up to my shoulders, massaging them and working their way to my back. She massages my back, and then her hands slip under my arms, pushing them outward. Her hands find their way to my breasts, and she rubs all around, rubbing my nipples with her fingers. I close my eyes, focusing on the feelings and not the fact that I’m being molested by a ghost.

My nipples harden as she rubs them, and I open my eyes and stare into the mirror again. I see her walk around my body, and I glimpse her red hair, red nipples, and dark green eyes. I see her in the mirror turning around to face me, but I cannot see her when I look down. I look back in the mirror and see her leaning down, taking my right nipple in her mouth. I feel her lips around my nipple. I close my eyes and feel her tongue flicking over the tip as her lips softly suck.

I feel her fingers again rubbing my left nipple, and after a few minutes they switch. Feeling her lips now on my left nipple and her fingers on my right, I start to get a little moist in my nether region. Almost on autopilot, I wrap my arms around her, feeling her soft, warm skin under my hands. I am shocked that I can do this, and I open my eyes and look down.

My arms instantly come together and I can’t feel her on me like before. It’s as if she vanished the second I tried to look at her.

I look back in the mirror, close my eyes, and try to do it again. My arms wrap around her body and I feel her lips and fingers on my nipples again. My own right hand drops down her body and I grab her left butt cheek, squeezing and kneading it in my hand. I have never once been attracted to a woman, but the feelings she is giving me are irresistible and I want to feel more.

She releases my nipple from her mouth, replacing it with her other hand, but I can feel her kiss me once below my breasts, then again on my belly button, then I feel her kiss my clit. I buck my hips slightly at the feeling and my legs fail under me. I drop to the floor and accidentally open my eyes. She disappears again, and I know that without a mirror, these feelings cannot continue. I stand up, wanting to look back into the mirror, but now I just want to cum. I walk over to the bed and climb on. I get under the blankets and spread my legs, sliding my right hand down my body and slipping my middle finger inside my twat, pumping it in and out a few times, feeling my own wetness swallow my finger.

I blink and notice something strange on the empty wall in front of the bed.

It’s not empty anymore. It’s become a giant mirror.

I sit up and flip the blankets off me, crawling over to the foot of the bed. I look in the mirror and I see it flash a purplish color. I use the mirror to look at where I was standing before and I see the woman from earlier standing there, looking into the other mirror.

“Hey!” I call out to her.

I see her in the mirror turning to look at me and she walks over to the side of the bed. I turn my head towards her like an idiot, thinking I’ll see her. Of course, she’s nowhere in the room until I look back into the mirror.

I see her walk in front of me and turn towards me. Strangely, I am looking through her body as if she was a spirit or something. She walks towards me even more and kneels at the foot of the bed. In the mirror, I am getting a great view of her ass and the bottom of her pussy. However, I know what she wants to do, and I want it, too.

I spread my legs and instantly feel her mouth on my pussy, her tongue stretching far into my hole, farther than humanly possible. I can feel her thumb drawing circles around my clit, rubbing it and making my pussy spasm. I close my eyes and lay back on the bed, letting her do wonderful things to me.

It is not long before I feel a rumbling inside me. I know I am about to cum soon. Suddenly I feel her shove a lubricated finger up my ass and I lose it.

My pussy quakes, my body shakes, my clit throbs, and the bed starts to rock. I feel like this orgasm is going to paralyze me or break a bone or something. It feels incredible, an orgasm stronger than I’ve ever had before, and it lasts for quite a while.

I keep my eyes closed after my orgasm fades, thinking she’s going to give me another one.

I feel nothing.

I open my eyes and look around. The wall is blank again as if nothing ever happened. I am under the blankets again. I am also fully clothed, back in my old clothes, and the nightgown is laid across the bed just like I had it before I put it on.

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Chapter #24

7 Jul 17, 06:47

I sit up and work my way to the side of the bed. I stand up and walk over to the door, glancing quickly at the clock as I’m walking.

5:48 in the morning.

I turn the knob and walk out into the hallway. I look around, but I don’t know what I’m looking for. I know I should be tired since it’s past 5:30 in the morning, but if you add it up, I slept more than my eight hours. I walk over to the kitchen again, but I hear a loud thud coming from behind me.

I’m so sick of that sound. Time to find out what it is.

I walk over to where I heard the sound, which seemed like it was coming from the closet. I lean over and place my ear against the closet door, listening for anything unusual.

THUD!!!

I stumble backwards at how loud that was in my ear. The closet is definitely where the sound was coming from. I walk over and open the closet. I look down and see something creepy.

Now I know the house is haunted.

I see an old-fashioned vacuum pointing its hose right at me. My face turns from annoyed to terrorised and I turn towards the big red door and start running. The vacuum wheels itself out of the closet and chases me down the hall. I run as fast as I can, and I get so close to the door, but then I am tripped somehow. I land on the floor and look behind me. The vacuum pulls its cord back into itself and rolls up to me. I look into the hose of the vacuum and realize that the nozzle is so small. The vacuum must be useless because the nozzle couldn’t pick up much more than dust. Maybe a small marble, but nothing bigger.

The vacuum attacks me with its hose, I hear the engine rev up loudly and it starts pulling at my shirt. It lets go, but soon goes for my face. I grab the hose and throw it back at itself, turning and beginning to crawl towards the big door. I get there and reach up for the handle, grabbing it, but it’s yet another incident where the handle will not budge.

Suddenly the vacuum slips its hose up the bottom of the leghole of my jeans, snaking its way up my leg. I feel the nozzle slip into the leghole of my panties and it goes straight for my clit. I feel it sucking strongly at my clit, making me wet and horny again.

My hand flattens out against the door, my body sliding down to the floor. I flip over, the sensations of it possessing me to slip my hand up my shirt, slipping under my bra to rub my hard nipples.

It feels so good, and eventually my body tenses up. I can feel sexual pulses traveling through my body, and they only have one hole to escape from.

My juices flow freely out of my pussy and the vacuum sucks them up as they flow. Even the vacuum cleaning me feels good, and I have orgasm after orgasm until my body is almost unable to create any more fluids. The vacuum pulls its hose out of my jeans and it rolls itself back into the closet.

The door shuts by itself. The loud thuds stop.

I just stay where I am, enjoying my state of mind as I remember what has happened to me so far. I agree with everyone, the house is haunted, but I know now that it’s not the bad kind of haunted, where everything wants to kill you.

It’s the good kind. The very, VERY good kind.

I roll over and stand up. Part of me wants to be haunted into an orgasm again, but another part of me wants to leave and tell everyone I know about what has happened to me so far.

Yeah, right. Who would believe me?

I look around, thinking that there must be something that I haven’t seen yet. I wrap my hand around the handle of the big door and push down. The handle goes down easily and I push the door open, walking into the dining room again. I look around again and I am still amazed at the elegant dishes and utensils. I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge… … img!

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Chapter #25

8 Jul 17, 03:45

I haven’t had anything to eat in, like, 9 hours.

I look around inside and see a bunch of food. There’s roast lamb, vanilla pudding, fruit salad, and what looks like Red Velvet cake. There’s even lemonade and grape juice in here. I pull out the fruit salad, the pudding and the grape juice pitcher and carry them out of the kitchen. I set the two bowls and the pitcher onto the table. I look around and find a place to eat, beautifully put together with my very own fine china and a crystal glass. I take the plate that is sitting there (it must be clean, because everything else is spotless) and I pick up one of the spoons laying around. I use it to serve myself some fruit salad and then I use another spoon for the pudding. I pour myself half a glass of grape juice and I start to eat.

Everything is normal as I’m eating my fruit salad. Once I finish and start eating the pudding, the table starts shaking. I set my spoon down and scoot my chair away from the table. The table stops shaking, but everything on it continues to shake. Suddenly, every fork on the table (there might have been about 12 forks) all rise up into the air, floating, and they all throw themselves at me.

They must be trying to hurt me this time.

I dive off my chair and begin running towards the red door. Before I can, though, a few of the forks fly in front of me and stop me from getting to the door. They all surround me and close in on me. Four of them fly at me and slide up my shirt, while a few others fly down to my waist. Two of the forks fly under my arms and lift them up while the four forks inside my shirt pull it above my head. My shirt soon lands on the floor and I look down and see a fork picking open the button of my jeans. Once the button pops open, the fork hooks into the loop on my zipper and it yanks down, unzipping my jeans.

I know where this is going.

I reach back and unsnap my bra, letting it fall to the floor. The forks, by then, have already finished pulling my panties to the ground. I kick off my shoes and socks to help the haunted forks remove my panties completely.

I must admit, I am confused about what these forks are about to do to me.

Completely naked, I feel something cold on my back. I turn around and see the spoon I used to serve my pudding with floating in front of me. I guess it just rubbed pudding on my back to get my attention. I see the bowl of pudding lift from the table and float over to me. The spoon dips back into the bowl and gets a heaping amount of pudding, flying over to me and smearing it all over my right breast. It dips in again, and soon I have pudding on my left breast as well. Some butter knives float over to me as the spoon is smearing more pudding on my ass and pussy (I made sure to spread my legs to help out) and the knives smooth out the pudding on my breasts, also rubbing it into my nipples and making them hard.

I realize I am now pretty much covered in pudding. Disgusting!

I walk into the kitchen, the pudding between my legs feels quite uncomfortable, but my juices that were dripping from the experience mixed in and made it a little better. As I walk into the kitchen, I am greeted by a rattling sink, and suddenly the hand faucet pulls out and drifts over to me. I reach out for it, but it sprays my hand with boiling hot water. I yank my hand back in pain, and it floats up, spraying my face with warm water, not hot like before. I lift my hand up to my eyes and rub them, trying to wipe away the water so I can see. I walk forward, towards the main part of the sink so I can wash myself off.

The sink, however, has other plans.

Suddenly, a silverware drawer near the floor slides open and trips me. The only reason I didn’t see it coming was because, at the time, I COULDN’T SEE!!! Anyway, before I land face first on the floor, I swing my arms forward and catch myself. I flip over so I can see what’s about to happen next.

The hand faucet floats down towards me and sprays between my breasts with hot, but not too hot, water. It is hot enough to actually feel good. It then sprays hot water all over my breasts, cleaning my breasts of the vanilla mess, but also flooding the floor.

The faucet switches its spray from shower to jet and aims the water right at my hard nipples. I close my eyes and moan, it feels sooooooo good.

Switching back to spray again, it shoots hot water down my stomach and into my bush, cleaning all of the pudding from my hair. I roll on my side and spread my legs, giving the faucet easy access to that whole area. It sprays all over my pussy and ass until I am clean, and then it sprays up and down my back, cleaning the first streak of pudding that was rubbed on me.

Switching back to jet again, the sink shoots water directly at my clit. I lose my balance and I roll the wrong way, onto my stomach. The water does not stop, though, and soon my cum mixes with the flood on the floor. My body vibrates, rippling the pool of water under me and I look into it, seeing an image of the woman from earlier, the one from the mirror. I see her reach towards me, and then water raises and takes the shape of her hands. I should be shocked by this or scared or something, but right now I’m too horny and lost in the moment to care.

She reaches up and begins rubbing my breasts again, just like before. I reach up with one arm and wrap my hand around her arm.

I guess I’m able to, now.

She kneads my breasts while the sink hoses down my clit, soon I am cumming again into the water. I moan loudly, closing my eyes and dropping my head.

I open my eyes to find the water has vanished. The sink faucet has returned to where it was (or maybe it never moved to begin with). I stand up and walk into the dining room, putting my clothes back on. I notice another grandfather clock in the corner opposite of the door leading into the kitchen.

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Chapter #26

8 Jul 17, 03:48

I see 6:09, but then it clicks to 6:10.

I walk out of the dining room. Everything that’s happened so far, even if it never really happened, makes me feel a little bit dirty. I remember seeing a bathroom right next to the door. I walk down the hall and turn the knob to the bathroom, opening the door. I look around in awe.

This is, in fact, my first time actually looking around the bathroom to see what it has inside.

White, shiny floor. Spotless white toilet. A sink made of brass. A personal jacuzzi. A bathtub and shower (as well as a shower curtain with a repeating spiral design).

To sum it up, this bathroom looks incredible!

I walk over to the sink and bend down to the cupboard underneath. I open it, hoping to find a towel. I pull out a long, blue beach towel.

This’ll work.

I set the towel on the sink and I get naked again, laying my clothes on the back of the toilet. I grab the towel and set it on top of my clothes (within easy reach of the shower), then I step in the tub.

I look around and find the two dials for the shower. I turn them and adjust the water to my liking, then I step under the torrent of water.

I find the soap on a shelf above me, something I didn’t notice the second I walked in here. I wash my body and especially my breasts, ass, and pussy. They need to be cleaned after what happened to me (or didn’t happen).

The shower is normal, which is something I didn’t expect. I washed my body, washed my hair, all without anything weird happening to me. You’d think with me being naked in the shower, any ghost could take advantage of me.

I turn the water off and reach for the towel.

There is no towel.

I poke my head out from behind the curtain and look for the towel.

I do not see a towel, but I do notice something strange.

All of my clothes have been folded.

Ah, well. Better than nothing.

I step out of the tub, naked and dripping with water, and I walk over to my clothes. I grab my t-shirt and dry my face off with it.

As I slip it across my nose, it smells like it just came from the dry cleaners. All of my clothes smell like they have just been freshly cleaned.

Impossible. I couldn’t have been in the shower for more than ten minutes.

I hear something behind me. I turn around and notice that the jacuzzi is filled with water and bubbling.

Weird.

I set my shirt back down on the toilet and walk over to the jacuzzi. My body is still dripping from my shower, but this is more important.

Suddenly I am forcefully pushed from behind and I flip over the side and fall into the jacuzzi, making a big splash. However, the pain of the impact and the pleasurable feelings caused by the jacuzzi balance out and I just sit down, lean back, and I enjoy it. I drop my hands into the bubbling water so my hands can enjoy it, too.

Suddenly, I feel bubbles wrapping around my hands. Not like a jacuzzi, but like a restraint. I can’t move my hands. Then, I feel bubbles wrapping around my ankles, and I can’t move my legs, either. Bubbles wrap around my waist, my knees, and soon I am unable to move any part of my body at all.

Suddenly, jets in front of me (that weren’t on before) turn on and spray bubbles directly into my nipples and my clit. I know I can’t do anything about it (not that I would want to) because I can’t move, so I just let the bubbly massage bring me to orgasm a couple of times before something unexpected happens.

The bar of soap that I used for my shower comes floating out, over to me and the jacuzzi. It floats in front of me, then dunks itself under the water. I see it traveling down until it is next to my pussy. It begins molding itself into a long, penis-shaped sculpture, and then it slips itself inside my pussy.

As it goes in and out, it does not feel as slippery as soap should feel. It feels like a real dick, friction and all.

This, along with the jets, brings me to countless more orgasms. Eventually I experience sexual overload and I pass out in the middle of an orgasm. img!

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Chapter #27

8 Jul 17, 05:04

I wake up in bed, under the blankets again. I gaze over at the clock.

11:37 a.m.

Well, I guess it’s time to wake up again and see what awaits me today.

I walk out of the bedroom into the hall. I’ve got more than a whole day left, and instead of being scared of this house, I’m bored already. I close the door behind me and I sit down, leaning back against the bedroom door.

What am I going to do today?

I’ve already checked out the entire…

Wait a second! I never saw the upstairs!

I stand up and walk over near the front door and look to my left, again seeing the set of stairs leading to the second floor. I turn and walk up the first three.

The stairs turn along the wall before they keep going, so I follow the curve of the stairs and keep going up.

The stairs go up forever, and it takes me a really long time to get to the top.

When I reach the top, I find myself in another hallway, this time filled with doors. I see four doors on each side and at the very end is another set of stairs.

I want to see what’s inside each of these doors, but a bigger part of me is telling me to walk up the set of stairs at the end.

I start walking forward, pulled by my curiosity towards the stairs at the end of the hall. Nothing else matters at this moment. Only the stairs.

Only the stairs.

I reach the end of the hall and take my first step on the stairs. I inhale deeply, and exhale in confidence.

I can do this.

I walk up the stairs and reach the top very quickly (there was only, like, 8 stairs), opening the door and finding what looks like an attic at the top. Boxes are everywhere. A single light hangs from the ceiling in the center. It has already been turned on.

I walk further inside and turn to shut the door. It closes, and I hear the click of it as it shuts.

As I turn back around, though, I do not see an attic with boxes like before.

I’m in some girl’s bedroom.

I look around. Pink walls, shelves everywhere with stuffed animals galore upon them. A queen bed with pink blankets and multi-colored pillows. It is a very pretty bedroom.

I walk around and see a nightstand by the bed, with a single drawer and a tiny lamp sitting on it. I also notice another enormous picture of a woman with her hand on her cheek, the same picture from the other bedroom.

“Do you like it?” says a voice behind me.

I turn around and see an 18-or-19-year-old girl with brown hair and bright blue eyes staring at me.

“That’s a picture of my mother. My father’s the one who painted it,” she says.

I tell her it’s nice.

“Thanks,” she says.

“Um,” I stammer, “how did I get here?”

“Oh,” she laughs, “I brought you here.”

“What?” I ask.

“I brought you here,” she tells me. “I wanted to have some fun with you.”

“What kind of fun?” I ask her.

“Come on,” she says, “who do you think fucked you with pudding?”

I am one part shocked, nine parts confused at hearing this.

“I see you don’t understand. You see, when you walked in this house, you woke us all up from our rest. This house used to belong to me and my family.”

I nod.

“We used to have some crazy parties in this house. A lot of parties and a lot of orgies whenever my parents left for another one of their ‘vacations.’ We had a really fun time.”

“Why did you have orgies in this house?” I ask her.

She walks towards me and leans up against me. Her soft breasts press up against mine and her hand goes behind my head. Her face gets dangerously close to mine. When she speaks, her breath smells like peppermint.

“Isn’t it obvious by now? I’m a nympho. I always get whatever I want, and I use any means necessary to get it. After a while, since sex became something that I usually used to get what I want, I learned to love having sex.”

She kisses me.

“But after a while someone who I used to fuck went crazy and pumped poisonous gasses into this house and killed everyone inside in the middle of our orgy. I guess he got jealous of how many partners I had besides him or something,” she laughs.

This is too much.

I begin to inch my way around her, and I turn to run out the door.

There is no door.

“You’re not thinking of escaping me, are you?” she asks with a pouty voice.

“I can’t do this,” I say, turning towards her. “You’re dead. You’re not real.”

“Now, now,” she sighs. “That’s never stopped you from having an orgasm before.”

The expression on my face is terror. “Why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why is this house constantly raping me?”

“Okay,” she sighs. “One, it’s only rape if you don’t want it. And from what I’ve seen from you so far, you’ve wanted it every time. Two, weren’t you listening when I said we had orgies in this house?”

“What does that matter?” I ask.

“When everyone died, and the police investigated, the police found the person responsible. They put him in jail for life and they cleaned the bodies out of this house. The orgies never stopped, though. All of my friends, all of my lovers, all of their ghosts are still roaming around in this place. As crazy as it sounds, I remember a psychic coming over to the house and talking to me, telling me that the house can return to the way it was.”

“How?” I ask.

“She said that we could all come back from the dead and live again, but only if we found a way to convince someone from the outside to do what we all did years ago.”

“What does that mean?” I ask.

She leans closer to me again and kisses me. Her hand travels up my shirt and cups my breast through my bra.

“You, my soon-to-be lover, are the key to giving us life again. That’s why you’ve been fucked so many times so far. If you become our sex slave, all of us can live again.”

“I won’t,” I tell her.

She leans over to me and waves her hand over my face. Suddenly, both of us are naked.

“You don’t have a choice anymore,” she whispers to me. She pushes me hard and I fall backwards.

Suddenly, I am laying in her bed and she is on all fours above me, her pussy almost touching my nose.

“Lick me, you bitch!” she shouts as she drops her pussy onto my face.

“No!” I try to scream, but my voice is muffled under her pussy.

“Lick me now!” she shouts.

I slip my hands under her legs and push her off of me, but when I do, she spins around above me and kisses me passionately. Suddenly, my mind switches from defensive to completely willing and I kiss her back, slipping my tongue into her mouth and wrapping my arms around her. When we break the kiss, she spins around again and drops her pussy onto my face. This time, I happily dig my tongue inside of her pussy, scooping out as much of her juices as I could.

I reach my hands up and grab her ass, gently squeezing her soft cheeks in my hands and kneading them in circles as I feast on her womanhood. Her moans are muffled, though, as she is eating me out as well with extreme skill and tenderness. It feels intense.

I switch my technique. Instead of licking her pussy, I begin flicking my tongue around and over her clit. I reach my hand up so I can slip a few fingers inside her pussy and I pump them in and out. The fingers of my other hand slip inside her ass and pump with the same speed and rhythm. She immediately stops eating me, as she is now too busy moaning and grunting from the feeling of it all.

After a while of doing this, my fingers become soaked with her cum and it even drips onto my face. Her orgasm triggers my orgasm, and I jiggle on the bed under her.

We rest for a few minutes after having orgasms like that.

We get up, and I notice the door is back. I walk over to the door and open it. As I walk out, I hear her talk to me once more.

“Hey!” she said to me. “So, will you be our sex slave?”

“I’ll think about it,” I tell her calmly.

“NO!” she screams as she runs at me.

I swing the door shut just in time. I hear a pound on the door, and then I hear nothing. I open the door again and find that the room has gone back the way it was before, full of boxes and a single hanging light.

The light was turned off.

I shut the door and exhale deeply, glad that was over. I turn around and walk down the stairs, all 8 of them. Once I reach the bottom, I look around at each of the doors that are in this second hallway.

Where could these doors lead?

I start at the wall on my left, opening the first door I come to, the first of 8 doors.

I turn the knob and push it open.

The room is pitch black, and I walk inside. I feel a sudden chill travel through me, but I shut the door behind me anyway. I feel around the door, searching for a light switch or something.

I find nothing.

Suddenly, a lamp in the middle of the room clicks on, and I see nothing but that single lamp sitting in the middle of the room. The lamp has no cord and no plug.

It clicks off. I turn around, feeling for the knob so I can leave this room.

I can’t find it.

The lamp clicks on again, and I can see the door, but I still can’t see the knob.

It disappeared. There is no knob on the door.

I turn around, and the lamp clicks back off. I can’t see a thing without that light.

It clicks on again, and I see a younger girl, a couple years younger than me, sitting with her legs crossed behind the lamp. She has blonde hair and she’s wearing a pink tank top and white shorts. Her head is down slightly, so I can’t see her eyes. img!

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Chapter #28

9 Jul 17, 01:35

The lamp clicks off.

I wait for it to click back on, but I hear something.

“Are you here for the game?”

The lamp clicks on.

I see the girl standing up now, starting to walk towards me.

“Are you here for the game?” she asks me.

“What game?” I ask.

The lamp clicks off.

I back up, pressing my back against the door.

The lamp clicks on again, and she is suddenly only a few inches in front of me.

Something behind her catches my eye for a second.

Another girl, about 20 years old this time, is sitting next to the lamp. She stands up, and I notice her dark hair (I can’t tell her exact color in this light). She is wearing a white spaghetti strap shirt and she is also wearing white shorts (a different style than the other girl’s, though). She starts walking towards me.

The lamp clicks off.

“Come on, you know. We always play a game of Who First every three days.”

“What’s ‘Who First?’” I ask.

The lamp clicks on again, and I see a man standing up on the other side of the lamp. He looks about 20 himself, and he is clean-cut. Short brown hair, no hair on his face. He is wearing no shirt, showing off his muscled physique, but he is wearing dark pants (I can’t tell the color or type of pants in this terrible light).

“Who First,” says the man walking towards me, “is a game where we all have an orgy right here in the dark. Anything goes, and the first person to orgasm is out. The game continues until only one person is left.”

The girl in front of me removes her clothes, and then so does the other girl. The guy walks up to me and in only a few seconds yanks my shirt off.

“Hey, wait a minute!” I hiss at him. “What if I don’t want to play?”

“Sorry,” he says, “but we need four people to play.”

My own interest about this game is what draws me to play. “You’re a guy. You can’t possibly last longer than three of us girls.”

“Hey,” he laughs. “Maybe I can last longer than you think. Maybe I’m just here for the sex. You never know, you know?”

I decided to try it out.

“Alright, I’m in. Let’s play,” I say as I strip naked. The man takes off his pants.

He is not wearing underwear and he is already hard. From what I see, he could easily be 10 inches long and maybe a couple inches thick.

We all move up next to each other.

The lamp clicks off, and the game begins.

I immediately grab the shoulders of the man and jump onto him, lowering my cunt onto his dick.

I feel his dick head rubbing on my lips, and I lower even further. His monster slides past my lips, and I can feel every inch of it as it is pushed inside me.

Suddenly, he lowers himself to the ground and I feel a wet finger slipping into my asshole along with breasts on my arm and soft lips on my nipple. A girl must be behind me, so I swing my hand behind me, instantly finding what feels like her leg. I feel around and find her moist pussy. I slip my fingers inside.

She moans, this is the younger girl, but I also hear the wet smacking sounds of oral sex.

I know the older girl must be getting eaten out by this man. I keep jumping up and down on this man’s huge dick, but I lean forward and reach for the girl above his face using my free hand. She is facing away from me (smart move, she makes it more difficult for anyone else to touch her), but I wrap my arm around her and fondle her breasts, teasing her nipples until she moans and leans back.

I lean forward, now having to just move back and forth to keep fucking him, and I take her right nipple into my mouth, sucking gently and licking the delicious bud.

Now I fully understand how the game is played. Everyone tries to give everyone else an orgasm without having one themselves. It’s a pretty fun game.

My hand is still pumping the young girl’s pussy, but I feel the older girl’s lips wrapping around my own nipple, circling it with her tongue. I reach forward with my free hand and rub her clit while she’s getting licked by the man under her.

I feel the man under me shoot his cum deep inside my pussy, and soon he goes limp. I lift myself off of his dick and he crawls out from underneath us.

One down. I knew he couldn’t last against three girls.

The older woman inches herself underneath me and begins eating me out. I sit up, but then I suddenly feel both of the younger girl’s hands rubbing my breasts and flicking my nipples. I feel her kissing me (that means she’s right in front of me) and I push her backwards until she falls. I did not hear a noise, which means she must have caught herself on the older woman’s legs. I lean forward and lower my mouth onto the younger girl’s pussy, slipping my hands under her so I can finger the older girl’s pussy. I feel the hands of the older girl rubbing my breasts and nipples.

The pleasure is too much for me. I cum all over the older woman’s face and moan into the younger girl’s pussy. I let my orgasm completely drain out of me before I roll off of the two girls.

Two down. Oops!

The lamp suddenly clicks on, allowing me to see what exactly is happening. The older woman and the younger girl 69 each other. I walk over to the guy, who is sitting off to the side stroking himself as he watches the two remaining girls in action.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“I was finished, but then after a while of hearing you girls doing each other, I got hard again and needed to cum again.”

“Why did the light turn back on?” I ask.

“Because,” he says, “when it comes down to the final two, the light turns back on so it’s harder to take the other person by surprise.”

“Do you, uh, need me to help you with that?” I ask him, watching his hand moving furiously along his dick.

“Please do,” he gasps, laying back on the floor again. His hand falls off his dick, and I take it in my mouth. I almost choke on it because it’s so long, but after I relax, I am able to swallow the whole thing.

After I blow him a few times, he tells me to turn around and I do. He pulls my pussy onto his mouth and I feel his tongue licking up and down my slit. I buck my hips into his face, and then he really starts eating me. The pleasure I feel from him licking my cunt causes me to lose focus for a second, which, in turn, causes me to choke on his cock. I pull my head up as soon as this happens, and he shoots his cum all over my face as I’m coughing. Once I can breathe again, I use my fingers to wipe his cum into my mouth and I swallow it all.

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Chapter #29

9 Jul 17, 01:55

The light clicks off again, but only for a few seconds.

When it clicks back on again, the light has a slight shade of blue.

The younger girl stands up and the light flickers back to its normal color.

He keeps licking me until I cum all over him, but afterwards I stand up.

“What happened?” I ask no one in particular.

“I won” says the younger girl.

“So now what?” I ask her.

“You’ve never played this game before, have you?” asks the older girl.

“Not even once,” I say.

“After someone wins,” says the man behind me, “we all pitch in to give her the orgasm she never had. No holding back.”

My eyes sparkle when I hear that.

We all walk over to the younger girl and everyone descends to the floor.

The guy shoves his monster cock into her ass and fucks her hard while I get a good taste of her pussy. The older woman licks and fondles her breasts.

Her pussy tastes delicious. Like a mixture of sugar and maple syrup. It must be because she’s a minor.

Forbidden pussy is the best-tasting pussy.

As I eat her out, I lower my hand to my own pussy and pleasure myself.

After a while, her juices gushed with a different, much stronger flavor, like a new mixture of pickles with molasses. This new-tasting fluid was reflexively squeezed onto my face as she came, dripping down my cheeks.

My orgasm followed shortly after.

As everyone else backed off from giving her her orgasm, I’m still wriggling on the floor with my eyes shut, having my own orgasm. Everyone else chuckled for a second, then the room got quiet.

I looked around. No one was around me anymore.

I stood up and walked over to the door.

As I walked out, the lamp clicked off.

I continued down the left wall and opened the next door.

I walked inside to find myself in a very formal-looking room.

It looks like a family room. There is a couch on the far wall, a television with surround sound on the left wall, and a desk on the opposite wall. The room has a very warm feel to it as it is painted dark red and there was an orange circular rug in the center of the floor. Under the rug was white shag carpet and there was yet another picture hanging on one wall of the same woman as before with her hand on her cheek.

Who is that woman?

I walk inside and shut the door behind me. I look back and see a beautiful wood carving of an eagle sitting on the branch of a tree hanging on the back of the door.

As I turn back and look at the family room, I notice a giant dream-catcher hanging on the wall. I didn’t notice it before, I wasn’t far enough into the room to see it.

I walk forward and plop down on the couch, looking around the cozy room.

I could get used to being here.

I notice a panel of buttons on the left arm of the couch. Flat, silver, with six buttons arranged in a 3-by-2 setup. I push the top middle button and a leg-rest under me flips up, causing my legs to fly up until they are straight out in front of me.

Oh! I see what the buttons are for! Reclining!

I look around me again, and I notice something else I couldn’t see earlier.

A clock on the side of the TV. A grandfather clock just like the one in the bedroom I first went into.

It shows 5:05. I have thirteen hours left until I leave this house.

I see something strange out of the corner of my eye. The dream-catcher is glowing a bright yellow. The web of strings inside of it has become a solid circle of light, greenish in color. It almost resembles a portal of some sort now.

I was right.

Suddenly, a stream of white smoke drifts out of the dream-catcher and begins to flow downward. It flows from the dream-catcher down to the floor, then hovers above the floor, traveling slowly towards me. I climb farther up the couch, getting as far away from it as the couch would let me.

It reaches the couch and begins to travel up and around the leg-rest. I see the tip of it as it flows over the edge of the leg-rest, now coming straight for me. I climb farther up, now sitting on top of the couch, watching the long stream of white smoke, still flowing out of the dream-catcher and coming towards me.

Suddenly, it kind of jumps at me and flows around me, engulfing my waist. It spreads out now, covering my entire shirt and half of my pants, trying to completely cover my whole body. It covers my neck and starts making its way up my face.

My mouth gets covered by the smoke, and I try to wiggle free of the smoke.

No luck.

It covers my nose, but it doesn’t stop my breathing. It doesn’t even try to flow into my nose.

My eyes and hair soon get covered, and I can’t see anything besides my body. It’s as if I’m in an aura of smoke, and I can only see what’s inside the aura.

I look down. The smoke around me turns grayish and my clothes start melting, MELTING off of my body. I reach down and catch a sliver of clothing as it falls from my stomach, and then it fades away in my hand.

My breasts suddenly begin to grow. Not that that’s something that is exactly scaring me right now, I’ve always wanted bigger breasts. I just didn’t expect it is all.

Once my breasts grow from B-cups to DD-cups, the smoke lifts and vanishes. I’m back in the family room like before.

The only difference: I’m naked with bigger breasts.

I look over at the dream-catcher. It looks like it did before.

I look over at the woman in the picture.

She looks so peaceful, staring into space with her hand on her cheek. She seems like she is daydreaming about something.

Then she looks at me.

I stand up on the couch and hop off, looking at the picture again.

It looks like nothing changed. Was I just seeing things?

I blink twice and rub my eyes.

Looking back at the picture, I notice the image has changed.

Where as before, she had her hand on her cheek, now she has her hand on her opposite shoulder.

I stare hard at the picture, and again she looks at me.

I’m not just seeing things.

I step back, even farther away from the picture, before I see it change in front of my eyes.

She grabs the shoulder of the dress she’s wearing and pulls it down over the top of her arm, revealing her shoulder.

I can’t believe what I just saw.

And then it changes again.

She lifts her other hand up and pulls her dress down over her other shoulder.

I start to walk forward, rubbing my eyes again as I get closer.

She pulls her dress even farther down her body, and soon the picture shows the woman with her dress pulled down and bunched under her breasts, showing off her delicate white lace bra. Her breasts are just a bit larger than mine are now.

I walk up to the picture and see it change again.

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