Carl grabbed my hand and towed me across the rickety porch to the front door. “Come on! Don’t be such a stick in the mud.”
I groaned. “This is so stupid! Why do I have to do this?”
“Because it’s fun. Have you ever been in a haunted house before?” He jerked my arm again and dragged me across the threshold into the dumpy old house.
I stumbled on the rotten carpet and came to a stop in the living room. “I haven’t been in a haunted house before and I still haven’t been in one,” I grumbled. “Can we go home now?”
“No. We’re going to explore.”
I rolled my eyes to heaven. “Wonderful.”
He grabbed my hand again. “Come on. We’ll check out the downstairs first.”
I scanned the living room. “There. We checked it out. Are we done?”
He didn’t answer. He hauled me into the kitchen. “See? Isn’t this interesting?”
I didn’t answer that, either. He obviously had a thing for old, crumbling, disgusting houses because I didn’t see anything interesting.
He went to the far end of the kitchen and peeked through the door into what might have been a butler’s pantry or something old like that.
He came back toward me grinning like an idiot. “This is so great!”
I said nothing. The sooner he got his haunted house fix, the sooner we could get out of here and get back to civilization.
I followed him into the living room and stood aside while he looked at everything from the patterned wallpaper to the couch.
He opened a nearby closet and gazed in at nothing. There was nothing in there.
He went down a hall toward the back of the house. I could only guess that it led out to the backyard because he came back in a minute with the same dopey expression on his face.
I didn’t have to ask. He didn’t find anything haunted back there, either, because there was nothing haunted.
“Are you satisfied yet?”
He grabbed my hand again. “There might be something upstairs.
I pursed my lips in annoyance. There might be something upstairs. Then again, there might not be. There almost certainly wouldn’t be.
He climbed up to the landing, pranced down it to the far end, and gazed through the bay window at the yard bathed in moonlight.
The dead tree in the middle of the yard looking as haunted as haunted could be, but that didn’t make the house haunted. It was just an old house.
Carl smiled at everything. Any second now, he would have to admit there was nothing there.
He returned down the corridor and went into every room. He opened closets and even looked under the beds.
I stayed where I was and waited for him to finish checking each room. We made our way back down the corridor to the landing.
As soon as we got back to the stairs, there would be nothing left to do but leave. Then we could tell all our friends and neighbors that we’d been in a haunted house. Whoopee.
He came to the last door and went into the bathroom. For some reason I couldn’t explain even to myself, I followed him in.
He made a big show of checking the sink taps and examining the toilet.
Finally, he turned to me and smirked. “Isn’t this epic?” He tossed back the shower curtain. “This is just like the shower from Psycho.”
I wasn’t convinced of that, but I decided to humor him for as long as it lasted.
He stepped into the bathtub, lowered himself into a reclining position, and stretched out. He rested his hands on the sides, leaned his head against the porcelain, and shut his eyes with a satisfied sigh like he was taking a bath. “Ah, perfect!”
I snorted. “Quit clowning around. It’s just a bathtub.”
“It’s a haunted bathtub.” He swung to his feet and pulled himself upright. “You try it.”
“Forget it,” I countered. “I’m not getting in a crummy old bathtub.”
“You have to. It’s part of your education.” He stepped out. “Get in.”
“No,” I snapped. “I’m not doing it.”
“Yes. You are. We’re in a haunted house. You have to try the tub.”
I rolled my eyes again. “You’re cracked.”
“That’s the whole point, right?” He grasped my shoulders and steered me closer to the tub. “Get in.”
I smacked my lips in exasperation. “You’re impossible.” I stepped over the side and sat down. “There. Are you done?”
“Lie down. Stretch out and see how it feels.”
“It feels cold and hard. This is stupid.”
“Just lie down. Lie down and we can leave. I promise.”
I gave it up and lay back in the tub, rested my head on the cold, hard surface, and looked up at him…except that he wasn’t there.
Something took hold of me.
It felt like a solid mass of something soft and squishy, but it didn’t feel slimy. It felt warm and slippery and comforting…. except that I couldn’t move.
I could move, but not very well. Every movement felt heavy and impossibly difficult.
Whatever was encased my body and weighed me down. This soid, rubbery substance made my body feel thick and heavy. It even fogged my mind so I had trouble thinking.
Carl should be right there, but I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t look away from the ceiling.
I stared straight up and whatever it was sealed around my ears. It shut out all sound and stopped me from speaking.
Even breathing cost more effort than I could muster. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into whatever it was.
Why didn’t Carl let me out? Couldn’t he see what was happening?
I tried again to move and the substance glided over my skin. It felt silky and…..it tickled.
It covered my skin in a smooth, almost satin coating that tingled my nerves. It…. excited me. Was that…..? Yes! Something was happening.
The sensation changed slowly at first and then got stronger by the second.
It felt like feather-light fingertips brushing up my arms and sides and up my legs.
It covered my whole body until I felt like I didn’t have any clothes on….but that was impossible, wasn’t it? I was wearing clothes when I lay down in the bathtub.
The touches became more noticeable and now they definitely started to touch me.
I didn’t feel any hands, but the ooze itself stimulated my skin with more pressure in some places and more tingling excitement in others.
It waved against my neck and down to my chest. It swirled around my breasts and over my back and stomach.
The ooze between my legs swirled fastest of all and I definitely felt it nudging my legs apart.
The sensation didn’t frighten me or make me cringe. The ooze did something to my mind to make it feel good.
I willed myself to spread my legs and the ooze responded by working faster. It caressed up my thighs and around my ass.
I gasped in delight. It felt beyond good. I was starting to get hot and wet.
I wasn’t wearing panties or shorts anymore. The ooze touched my bare slit.
My shirt must have vanished because the ooze lapped at my nipples and teased them to erect little nubs.
My nipples poked through the surface. The air cold made them harder and more sensitive to the ooze’s touch.
The feeling around my neck changed again. It felt like fingers and then small kissing mouths kissing up my neck to my ears.
The heat increased and seeped into my bones. It made me relax more and I moaned as desire took over. What was it doing to me?
The ooze between my legs changed to small kissing mouths, too. I could imagine tiny fish down there nibbling up my inner thighs and around my lower belly.
It tickled, but it also felt incredibly delicious. The heat infused my skin with so much pleasure that I sighed and melted into the sensations flooding me.
The mouths crept lower and then I definitely felt one of them kiss and nibble at my clitoris.
I tensed and then deep, satisfying pleasure overcame my resistance.
I couldn’t think what was happening, but it felt too good to stop. I couldn’t fight it. My mind went blank and I gave up trying to figure it out.
The ooze around my nipples changed to mouths, too, but these were bigger, wetter, and softer.
They sucked my nipples and made me whimper in delight. They made me so hot I couldn’t hold back. They were turning me on.
Where would it stop? I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted them to keep going—all the way if possible.
The instant I thought that, the sensations changed again…at least, some of them did.
The mouths on my neck increased their pressure and I distinctly felt teeth nipping at my skin.
I yelped and jumped, but the ooze held me in place.
It restrained me in a sultry state of helpless excitement. I wanted them to do so much more to me. I didn’t want to get free.
The ooze between my legs pressed outward and the mouth nibbling at my pussy lips changed again, too. It got bigger and greedier.
It took bigger bites and sucked my clit to ravenous throbbing need. I sobbed louder and tried to press against it to drive myself higher.
The ooze around my sides changed and now I felt hands stroking, squeezing, and probing.
Hands gripped my ass and pulled my ass cheeks apart. The ooze teased my asshole while the ooze invaded my slit and made me ache for something thick and hot to penetrate me.
Hands crawled up my stomach to my breasts. They massaged and pinched my nipples while hungry mouths sucked and teased me to a moaning state of frenzy.
Hands caressed my neck and snuck lower to my pussy. They fingered my clitoris while those hungry mouths ate me to a sopping mess of desire.
I whined and squirmed in the ooze trying every way possible to get more. They held me on the verge of madness. I needed to cum, but they wouldn’t take me there…not yet.
The hands on my chest clenched tighter and, impossibly, the ooze under me changed so it felt like a body lying underneath me.
It couldn’t be, though, could it? I was in an empty bathtub. What was happening? Could this house really be haunted?
The body pressed against me from behind and I felt a hard, bulging, rigid cock against my ass.
The pressure didn’t push me out of the ooze. The hands extended to arms that pulled me hard against a sold muscular chest and stomach. Muscular knees pushed up between my thighs and pried my legs apart.
The fingers delved deeper into my slit and worked my clit to distraction. My moans rose to exhilarated cries.
I felt myself starting to cum and then, at the peak of my deepest need, that wicked cock found its way into my dripping pussy.
I groaned in relief as it filled me to bursting. The arms crushed me against the body holding me.
The ooze wrapped around me in ever warmer waves of delicious pleasure. I swayed on the delightful ebb savoring the deep, satisfying penetration of that thick meat into my desperate opening.
The arms forced me down on it and the cock started to pump into me from below.
The disembodied figure held me suspended in just the right position and its hips bumped my ass with deep, delectable strokes.
My ass slapped in the ooze and the warm fluid sailed around my breasts. It teased my nipples and I dissolved in a blistering climax.
I screamed and moaned feeling the thick member blasting me into outer space. I succumbed to this intoxicating bliss exploding me apart.
The hands kept rubbing my clitoris and wringing one incredible orgasm after another from my rubbery body.
More hands groped all over me. They squeezed my throat and rubbed my belly.
They stroked my thighs and squeezed my ass while this mysterious figure fucked me out of my mind.
Other hands touched me than could belong to a real person, but this couldn’t be a real person, could it? It must be a ghost or maybe a phantom.
Part of my mind registered that I was having an experience beyond the normal. This couldn’t be happening in the real world. I was getting fucked by a ghost in a haunted house.
The thought should have shocked me, but instead, it electrified me. Carl would never believe it.
Then I had another thought. What if Carl could see everything that was happening?
What if he was standing by the bathtub watching this ghost fuck my brains out? Did Carl see me cumming on this phantom cock?
Did he see hands fingering me and groping my breasts and filling me with so much pleasure that I screamed in rapture?
Did it turn him on? Would he want to fuck me like this when we got back home?
I hoped so. I hoped he would recreate this feeling of doing something forbidden and unexplained. I hoped he would take me to the stars with his monster cock.
The hidden figure buried in the ooze quickened his pace. He drove in harder and his grip tightened on my body.
He crushed my breasts and his quick circles on my clitoris escalated to a fevered pitch.
I felt him building up to an eruption. Could he cum in this bathtub? Did I need to worry about getting pregnant from a ghost?
Hands crawled down to my wrists and ankles. They pulled me apart in the ooze and restrained me even though I still couldn’t move.
That feeling of being pinned down excited me so much that I climaxed again. I screamed louder and thrashed against their hold, but being held made me so much more turned on that I loved it.
All at once, I felt something hot, squishy, and silky on my hands. My left hand sank into something wet and frilly.
It felt alive and quivered under my hand. I explored with my fingers. I knew that sensation. Delicate petals came together to form a pointed triangle at the top. I rubbed it and it humped my hand in response.
I fingered deeper and my hand sank into a sopping wet pussy alive and trembling with desire.
I rubbed my thumb against the clitoris while I plunged my fingers deep into this disembodied slit. The muscles spasmed faster and it rode my hand in desperate need.
At the same time, soft cries of ecstasy and desire floated into my ears from deep in the ooze.
I couldn’t hear anything outside this bathtub, but voices drifted to my ears from far away. “Oh, yes!” a female voice whimpered. “Oh, that feels so good. Oh, yes! Your fingers feel so fucking good. Oh, God, you’re making me cum! Don’t stop.”
That voice sounded so plaintive and delightful that I didn’t want to stop. I stabbed deeper and rubbed her G spot while she gyrated her clitoris on my thumb. Fuck, she felt so juicy and hot!
A moment later, a globe of warm flesh dropped into my right hand. A hard, pointed nipple pricked between my fingers.
I closed my hand around it and a different voice came to my ear from the right. “Ooooo! That’s so nice. You make me so hot. Oh, yes, please. Play with my tits…oh, please!”
I squeezed the nipple between my fingers and her sighs got louder and higher pitched. “Oh, my god! You’re turning me on so much! That’s so good. Oh, yes! I need to fuck you.”
A male voice snarled in my ear. “God damn, your pussy feels so good. That’s right. You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”
I couldn’t answer, but I ached to. I wanted him to fuck me so damn hard. I wanted to feel his cock taking me over.
These two beautiful bodies in my hands excited me to new heights and their voices joined in a chorus of blissful cries and moans.
“Oh, my god, feel how wet she is!” the man growled. “Rub her clit. She wants it so bad. That’s right. Cum for me, baby. That’s right. Do you feel that cock fucking you? Your ass is mine, baby. I’m gonna spank you into next week with my hard cock.”
The voices rose to a chorus of screams, grunts, and snarls in my ears. Teeth sank into my ear and the man’s voice dropped to a husky snarl. “Yes, baby. Oh fuck yeah. Oh, goddamn, you make me cum. Oh, yeah. Don’t stop.”
The women screamed louder. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming! Oh, God, I can’t stop. Oh, my God. Fuck me! Oh, fuck me so hard. Yes! Yes, that’s so good.”
I could only release my pleasure with the rest and feel the unstoppable waves of bliss sweeping me away. His cock exploded inside me and hot jiz poured out of me into the ooze.
The instant he erupted, the whole vision snapped away. I stared up at Carl’s face. I was lying in the bathtub where I was when I laid down. I had all my clothes on as though nothing happened.
I blinked. Shivers of bliss and excitement still tingled through my body, but I couldn’t feel or hear anything anymore. The empty bathtub left me cold.
Carl smiled down at me. “Well? What do you think?
I couldn’t answer. He didn’t see or sense anything at all. Did any of it even happen? It must have.
My pussy wasn’t wet when I laid down, but now it soaked my panties. My whole body vibrated with the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life.
Carl extended his hand and grabbed mine. “You’re a good sport. We can go now. You’ve done your duty and now we’ve seen a haunted house.”
He pulled me up, but my knees wobbled for a second before I caught my balance. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me out of the tub, set my feet on the floor, took my hand, and led me out of the bathroom.
I hesitated on the threshold and looked back into the bathroom. The tub looked as ordinary as ever. There was no ooze and no ghostly people in there. Did I imagine everything?
