Rochester Mansion- The Complete Series

by Jason Hutchinson

  He swiped to the next image, pinching to blow it up and move it around from side to side to read the old, cursive handwriting.

  The Source, from what he could gather, was simply the source of the mansion’s magic, buried somewhere far beneath the foundations. According to Cyril Rochester’s journal entries, the hill had always been sacred to the Native American inhabitants of the region, being used as a place where they would send newly joined couples on a sort of spiritual quest.

  “That makes some sense.” Mike whispered aloud.

  If the hill itself had the power that the mansion did now, it would make sense. It could definitely be used to bond a couple together. Rochester must have built the mansion and situated the front threshold directly over the spot where the magic of the source crept up from beneath the ground. A sort of magic chimney, Mike thought.

  None of that shed any light on what it meant when he said he had sent his brother to the source and why any sort of dues had to be paid. The spell was pretty ominous sounding. From the sound of it, he certainly wasn’t expecting Linda Sue Carmody to still be alive at the bottom of some magical well buried deep below the bedrock.

  There was a knock on his door.

  Mike closed out his phone and put it on the nightstand before responding. He turned on the television set for good measure.

  “Come in.”

  It was Anna. The door opened gracefully and without the slightest hint of a creak, though once again, that was something he couldn’t really claim credit for. Light shone from the hallway through a cotton nightshirt that came down to about the middle of her thighs. He lifted his eyes from those legs the moment he realized he was admiring them. She at least pretended that she hadn’t noticed.

  “Mike?”

  “I’m awake. Come on in.” He said, watching as she squinted, her eyes not adjusted to the darkness. She padded in on bare feet, closing the door behind her.

  “I know you said that you were going to stay out of the way.” She said.

  Mike realized that he knew exactly what was on her mind, but he was enjoying the way she approached it. From his experience so far, it was split right down the middle. Half made a move and half would wait for him. He didn’t let her wait too long. He definitely liked her.

  “The last thing I want to come across as is an old creeper.” Mike said, smiling up at the pretty blonde as she toyed absently with the hem of her nightshirt. He could tell she was still uncomfortable.

  “You don’t.” She blurted out. There was a short silence, before she seemed to make the leap and lower some of her inhibitions. “I was texting Aimee and she…”

  Mike stopped her and patted the corner of the bed next to him. “Aimee’s full of it, and you probably know that.” He laughed.

  Despite her discomfort, Anna climbed up onto the bed, sitting cross-legged about two feet away from where he was propped up against the headboard. She smiled.

  “I hope not.” She said, looking down at her hands again.

  “What did Aimee say?”

  Anna was quiet and Mike could feel the incredible tension in her.

  “She said you would probably find me…pretty.”

  Mike smiled. “She said that, did she?”

  Anna nodded.

  “Well.” He said. “She wasn’t quite right about that.”

  The girl’s eyes popped up to his and he laughed. Her face twisted into a questioning smile.

  “Pretty doesn’t quite cut it.” He said, smiling.

  The blush was intense and darkened her fair skin the low light of the room.

  “I’m just…not very good at this sort of thing.” She whispered.

  Mike didn’t want to put her through any more. She was sweet and gorgeous and he nearly ached to kiss her, to touch her. “Nobody is good at this sort of thing.” He said, reaching out to brush blonde hair out of one of those striking eyes. “But we get through it. Have you…”

  Anna laughed nervously. “Yeah, I’ve…”

  “Really?”

  She looked down towards her lap again and Mike nudged her chin up with his finger.

  “Once.” She admitted. “Back in high school when I was a Freshman. He was older…”

  “You like older guys?” Mike asked.

  “Well, yeah, but…” Anna started. She seemed almost excited, but something let the air out of her.

  “But not like that.”

  “Yeah.” She whispered.

  “How about this?” Mike proposed. “How about you say or do anything you want right now? I’m not going to laugh, and I’m not going to tell anyone unless you say it’s okay. Not even Aimee, alright?”

  Anna bit her lower lip gently, sending shivers of desire down Mike’s spine. He wanted to wrap the poor girl up in his arms and make everything better. That wasn’t exactly going to make her better, though. Even this openness from her was just a product of the mansion’s power. She may have been interested in him naturally, but she never would have been able to pursue it. The power would be gone in twelve hours, though. He wanted to give her something that could last longer than that.

  “Okay.” She whispered. “Can I…kiss you?”

  “You can.” Mike answered. There was a pause. “Let me show you.”

  Mike leaned closer to her and watched as her eyes finally fluttered shut, her lips reaching out for his as they approached. The contact was soft as a whisper. Mike let the contact linger for a few seconds before pushing closer, crushing his lips against hers, feeling the tentative tip of her tongue as it searched out its position in everything. The kiss grew steadily more intense until she backed up, drawing in a huge gasp of air.

  “Shit.” She whispered.

  Mike smiled. “Right? You’re a great kisser, Anna.”

  “Thanks.” She grinned. “I’ve done more of that, just not as much with the boys.”

  The flash visual made Mike’s cock even harder. “What’s next?”

  “I’m really nervous.” Anna sighed.

  “Do you just want me to touch you?” He asked. He wanted to; desperately.

  She fidgeted with her arms, though they moved to a more open position. “I think that I’d like that a lot.”

  “Come here.” Mike whispered, gesturing her towards him. He guided one of her legs up over his, the covers still between them as she straddled his legs. One arm went around her waist as he pulled her up closer while the other slid into her hair behind her ear. He brought her in, kissing those plump, full lips once again.

  In a minute, her comfort with the kiss grew and he let her take over, freeing his other hand to wander her tight young body with the first, up her firm calves from the ankle until he reached the hem of her shirt, tugging it out from under her as his hands slipped up into its warm confines. Each curve and swell mapped itself unseen into Mike’s brain as he touched her, enjoying the aggressiveness of her tongue as she seemed to find herself in the kiss. From her ass to her midriff he explored, finally cupping one breast in each palm simultaneously, feeling her nipples rise almost immediately into taut peaks as he pinched them between her fingers.

  She gasped in his mouth, then pulled back with an embarrassed look.

  “They’re sensitive?” He asked, receiving an answering nod. “In a good way?”

  She nodded again, this time with a smile. “Can I take my shirt off?”

  Mike kissed her. “I’d beg you to if I had to. You’re so beautiful.”

  The blush deepened and only disappeared as the hem of the nightshirt came up over her head, allowing him to finally see the perfect treasures he held in his hands. He pulled her forward, bringing one of those pink peaks between his lips, where he suckled it briefly before grazing it gently with his teeth, bringing out a sigh from the beauty above.

  “I’d like to touch you Anna, with my hands, and with my mouth.”

  She stared longingly back down at him. “Where?”

  “Everywhere.”

  Mike finally got a bit of a laugh from her, then a bit m
ore when he flipped her down on her back, his lips anchoring to her collar bone as their legs intertwined, his kisses moving steadily downward while his hands scouted out ahead.

  “If I do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, just say ‘no’ and that will be it. Understood?”

  Anna nodded and Mike resumed his journey, down to her taut navel and beyond, until he was nuzzling her legs apart with his cheek. The moment she parted them enough, his lips were on her; tongue dashing out and into her slit, seeking out the honey that was warm and waiting for him.

  “Oh!” She groaned. Mike looked up but the young woman’s eyes were tightly closed. He wasn’t positive of her expression until he saw that delicate tongue track slowly across her pink lips.

  He dove back in, pressing his tongue into her as she ground her hips gently into him, her own biological instincts quickly overriding her deep-rooted inhibitions. Her soft mewling moans grew louder from minute to minute. One of Mike’s hands groped for and finally found the television remote, turning the volume up significantly, though it was likely they wouldn’t be heard over the music playing downstairs in the main portion of the mansion.

  Anna’s pleasure mounted and it was an incredibly beautiful thing to witness. She writhed under the careful and aggressive ministrations of Mike’s tongue until he could tell she was on the edge.

  “Let go, Anna.” He whispered. “Don’t think about me, just enjoy it.”

  The orgasm went through her perfect young body like a flash flood, causing her to buck and squirm in his arms. He was trying to hold her still to drive her ever onward when he realized she was tugging at his arms, trying to pull him upwards. He looked up.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me, Mike.” She groaned.

  Mike didn’t need any further invitation. In a flash, his cock was pressing into her quivering flesh, pressing her body open as his mouth locked to hers in a kiss that dwarfed the passion of all that had gone between them before it. Her pussy clutched at his cock, as if trying to draw it in deeper of its own volition. It rippled and pulsed, both fighting and accepting the intruder at the same time, driving him insane with sensation.

  “We should be using some protection.” Mike said, trying to keep a grip on his role as the responsible one.

  Anna was still in the throes of her orgasm, that seemed to have intensified, taken to a new level from where his tongue had delivered her. Legs locked tight around his waist as he thrust in and out of the young sorority girl, each stroke a tick of the time bomb that was his own impending release.

  “Anna, I…” Mike stammered after a few more minutes. He tried to pull out and her eyes flashed up at him, drawing him into their beauty. He was quickly losing control of the situation.

  From somewhere deep inside, the shy beauty exploded back into life. As she finally released his back from the grip of her ankles, she followed him as he rocked back on his knees, those sweet lips wet from their kisses engulfing his jutting cock and sending it instantly over the edge.

  “Oh, God.” Mike grunted, feeling the throbbing spasm that started in his toes and launched a load of cum into Anna’s waiting mouth. She bobbed back and forth even as he climaxed, taking him deep in long, tantalizing strokes. He could feel her mouth tighten as she swallowed, not once, but three times before he started to regain his composure.

  “Incredible.” Mike whispered, brushing her hair out of her face as her eye came up to his, wearing the bright light of a warm smile.

  Chapter Eight

  The Fading spell seemed to be working like a charm. Though there had been limited interaction with the majority of the sorority girls, the important ones seemed to have no recollection of the key events. Anna was one of the last to arrive and he had been worrying about it. The last thing he wanted to do was to cause her any more discomfort, but that worry was unfounded. While she gave no indication that the two of them had spent the night together, she did seem to greet him with a greatly improved sense of self-confidence.

  “Hi, Mike.” Wasn’t a lot to go on, but it was the sensual lowering of the sunglasses and the expression on her bright young face that counted up the thousand words. Even her walk had changed, becoming far more delightful to watch as she passed him in the main part of the house as he worked.

  Hayden had had more than enough self-confidence to spare. Mike had done a quick walkthrough of the house around nine in the morning and it had looked like all of his houseguests had left for the day. It wasn’t until after he had stepped into the bathroom to take a shower that he realized he hadn’t bothered to look out the window for cars.

  “I thought I’d play a little hooky today.”

  The dirty blonde was covered in bubbles up to her neck, her hair tied up in a messy bun at the top of her head.

  Mansion Mike seemed to come out of the slumber provided by Anna’s innate sweetness.

  “Stand up.” He said, his voice not intimating any choice in the matter.

  With a smile, the blonde rose, pulling a towel from the side of the tub with her. It covered her glistening, oiled body from the top of her cleavage to just above the cleft of her legs, where her hand was strategically placed. “You know, we really appreciate your hospitality.”

  Mike nodded towards her. “Lose the towel.”

  Hayden hesitated for a moment, as if deciding whether or not she wanted to go through with her plan. There was no doubt that she was in his tub for a reason as Rochester Mansion had graciously renovated the downstairs bathroom just in time for the sorority’s arrival.

  She let the towel fall into the knee-deep water where it disappeared beneath the bubbles.

  Mike took two steps towards her. Even with the slight rise of the tub over the bathroom floor, her eyes were at his chest level. She was a gorgeous, petite bundle that crackled with the promise of a sexual heat he hungered for.

  “Step out.”

  The cute young thing stepped gracefully out of the tub, pointing her toes and accentuating her muscular calves and thighs as she used his outstretched hand for support.

  “I’ll do anything you ask, Master.” She whispered.

  “Oh, I know you will.” Mike said, scooping her wet body up into his arms as he turned toward the bedroom. “That goes without saying.”

  Hayden gave Mike her body willingly and completely and was stunned and breathless before it was all over. After depositing her on his bed, his hands and tongue had explored every tanned inch of her delicious body, from the tips of her toes to her sweet lips and everything in between. She’d exploded into orgasm with his tongue buried in her pussy and one finger buried to its maximum in her clutching ass. His own cum had graced her body in streaks across her breasts, her face, and loads that filled both her pussy and her bowels.

  As she hobbled out the door with a grateful kiss and a reverent praising of his name, Mike realized that their ferocious tryst had started long after the mansion’s magic should have worn off. His life was certainly changing, in ways he was only starting to recognize.

  It left him feeling more and more guilt about what had happened to Will Robinson.

  Chapter Nine

  Mike spent the next several days enjoying each new seduction of Anna, though by the last day of the sorority’s occupation of Rochester Mansion, she was taking a far more active role. Her body and sweetness were intoxicating, but he didn’t want to help her just for his own benefit. The Requirement spell helped to mitigate any feelings for him that he just wasn’t ready to embrace.

  Snowfall binds and larder feeds,

  Fulfil what my requirement needs.

  By Monday morning, the mansion echoed with his emptiness and he certainly missed the bustle and commotion of the girls’ presence. Well, not to mention the lavish attention he’d received from the majority of them, sometimes one by one and oftentimes in larger groupings. Without the mansion’s magic, he imagined his body would be sore and his mind would have been jaded. Neither had occurred.

  He did feel like he owed something to Will, though, and each
day that he ignored it and continued to live his incredible new life made him feel more and more guilty.

  The quiet morning was spent reviewing all of the images from the secret book on his phone, devouring them word by word to absorb the written history of the mansion, told by those who had harnessed its immense powers. Cyril Rochester had been the one to realize the potential magic of the hill the mansion dominated, even down to determining the strongest field of its magical power. It wasn’t at the threshold as Mike had initially expected. It was in the sex dungeon far below the house, in a secret chamber.