Rochester Mansion- The Complete Series

by Jason Hutchinson

  “Holy shit.”

  It was hard to make out as her voice had become so soft, but he laughed a bit, giving her a big smile. “Ready to go check on the others?”

  She nodded gently as he led her by the hand from the bathroom.

  “…because I’m still hungry.” He said, swatting Daisy’s tight behind as she preceded him down the stairs.

  Chapter Seven

  “I’m not entirely sure what it is.” Sela admitted before lazily rolling her tongue around the head of Mike’s cock, running it down into the fold of his foreskin before continuing. “If you’re willing to believe that sort of thing, I’d have to call it a possession.”

  Mike laughed as the tanned beauty engulfed him with her mouth and took the first few inches back and forth for a few heavenly strokes. “The way things are going, I’m inclined to believe just about anything these days. Was it the whole time?”

  “Ten years?” Sela said, popping his dick from between her lips. “Definitely not. The whole thing felt like a year or two at the most, but the possession parts were just here and there.”

  He felt his toes curl involuntarily as her lips descended his rigid cock again, following the wet embrace of her fingers as she stroked him up and down.

  “Just when someone was down there with you?”

  Sela nodded, not bothering to answer verbally as she lovingly worshipped his throbbing cock.

  “Like me…” He paused a bit, then added. “…or Will.”

  The dark-haired beauty’s teeth grazed him a bit as she came quickly back up, making Mike wince.

  “I’d rather not talk about Will.” She said, quickly returning to her prior activity. It only felt awkward for about a minute.

  “What do you think was possessing you?” Mike asked, gripping the sheets next to him as Sela pushed his body closer and closer to the brink. She rolled her tongue actively throughout, trying to keep those incredible mix-matched eyes on him the whole time she lay prone on her stomach between his legs. The sight of her perfect body sloping away behind her was certainly adding to the intensity of the feeling.

  “I’ll wait.” He grunted, as she gave him the closest thing to a smile she could manage.

  Less than two minutes later, Sela was sexily wiping her pretty cheeks with the back of her arm as she came up to her knees next to him. “I’m not really sure. The voices down there called it ‘her’, but it’s not like I ever saw or felt anything except for that presence and that energy. Thanks, by the way.”

  Mike smile. “My pleasure.”

  Sela cocked her head and gave him an annoyed look. “For rescuing me, dumbass.”

  Mike laughed out loud and she joined him, climbing into his embrace.

  “What was the energy like?”

  She kissed his cheek, then pecked him on the lips, all the while wearing a face that said she was trying to find an honest answer to his question.

  “Sexual.”

  The one-word response surprised him, but was he really surprised? Considering the nature of the ground on which the mansion was built, could it have been anything else? It also made sense that she had always described the energy as a feminine force. His research had found numerous female owners of the mansion, though none were represented in the book.

  I’m not either, he thought. I should probably fix that.

  “Are the guests still here?” Sela asked. She hadn’t been around all night and Mike had only found her in her room sleeping as he wandered the house on his standard, solitary morning stroll.

  “Yeah. They’re going out with Aimee this afternoon, but they’ll be staying another night. Did you want to meet them?”

  Sela laughed. “I’ve never even heard of them.”

  Mike kissed her forehead. “No, you probably wouldn’t have, would you?”

  He reclaimed his coffee from the bedside table and sipped at it as he enjoyed simply being with the strange woman who had once been known as Linda Sue Carmody. It had popped up as a question to ask her many times but somehow, despite the intimacy they had shared, it seemed so personal. How do you ask someone about choosing to set aside the name they had carried their whole life for another one? He didn’t have a clue, but he worried that it was somehow important to everything that was going on.

  After a few more minutes, the girl in his arms rolled a bit to look up at him, a strange look in her eyes.

  “What?” Mike whispered, caressing her face gently.

  “The dues are still unpaid.”

  Chapter Eight

  The previous evening had seen just about every combination of the four bodies present possible, though Eliza was notably absent in his heart. He still wasn’t convinced that her trip to see her friend hadn’t come out of jealousy or not being comfortable adding additional lovers to their bed.

  Marriage bed.

  The words seemed to correct themselves in Mike’s mind. That wasn’t the truth, as they were still divorced, but he was starting to want that to change.

  Aimee was a regular fixture, of course, and the two of them had moved into intimacy on their own during his last absence. The two had actually become quite close, in and out of the bedroom and he liked it a lot.

  Jealousy was certainly a thing. He was jealous thinking she might be with another man at that moment, but that was part of the deal. It would be unfair for him to expect her to have no other lovers and he wouldn’t want it in the first place. It was something each one of them in their little circle had discussed, both individually and in small groups.

  He had missed Eliza last night, of course, but the orgy Daisy had predicted did go into the wee hours of the night even without her. Sela would have been a welcome addition as well, but he didn’t think she would be joining them again when the young ladies returned from whatever excursion they had planned.

  Mike busied himself by taking advantage of the empty house to go back down to the secret chambers where he spent a bit of time making some journal entries of his own for the legacy of the house. He discussed the fact that the spells in the book were simply a jumping-off point for magic and even included one of his own in the spell section, noting it was the first one that was not in Cyril Rochester’s own hand.

  As he finished, the thought crossed his mind that he was going to have to take one more trip to The Source. As Sela had ominously said, the dues hadn’t been paid, although he wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. At first he wondered it meant some sort of human sacrifice. Cyril paid his with his brother Cyrus while Will Robinson had paid his inadvertently with Linda Sue Carmody. That’s where it fell down, though. If that was the case, wouldn’t Will himself have paid Mike’s dues when Mike had banished him there?

  Perhaps.

  The fact that Sela, possibly influenced by whatever energy had possessed her had requested him might invalidate the whole thing. If that was the case, what the hell would he do? He wasn’t about to give a human sacrifice to the house, whether or not that sacrifice would be fatal.

  He was just going to have to find out.

  “Fuck.” He whispered to the dusty room around him. “At least I’m going to fucking explain it in the book once I’ve figured it out. Assholes.”

  As he closed up his work, he noticed the state of the secret area. Still dusty and still in disarray, while the dilapidated house above him had renewed itself to a majestic perfection. Why hadn’t this portion of the house regenerated? Was it some sort of architectural Dorian Gray thing?

  Mike sighed, adding one more question to his mental list before following the footprints in the dust back to the hidden staircase.

  Chapter Nine

  Mike had eventually decided to take what had ended up being a fruitless trip to the library for further research. Despite their heated tryst, Mike was the only one blushing while talking to the librarian about some titles that were kept out of the public view. The spell to limit the duration of magic was certainly sound. While she considered him a stranger, he knew the talents she possessed with that mouth
of hers.

  Aimee’s car was back in the driveway when he returned, however no one greeted him at the door. He marched into the kitchen for a beer to find the pretty picture of an incredible posterior emerging from the fridge, a tight pair of exercise shorts struggling to not be devoured between those long, supple legs.

  Sophia.

  Mike’s libido announced that he had by far not had enough of that gorgeous young woman the previous evening, so he approached her as quietly as he could, though it quickly became obvious to him that he was going to scare the hell out of her, one way or another.

  The day he had just lived through provided the answer he needed. He whispered a spell right before running his hands up the back of her stretched thighs. It was mostly about her not hitting her head, though the rhyme was crude.

  “I like that pose.” He whispered. “What do you call this one?”

  It was a throwback to the joking conversation the four of them had about yoga during breaks from their antics last night. It had mostly been used as a joking way to kick things back off again as one of them would strike a sexy pose and announce a ridiculous name for it.

  “Just pull my shorts down and fuck me.”

  Mike laughed. “Is that all one word?”

  He heard the answering laugh, but not before his fingers were digging under the elastic waistband of her shorts. She arched her back, climbing her palms up to a higher shelf in the refrigerator as he slowly began peeling them down her delicious behind.

  “Damn.” He said solemnly as he discarded them at her knees. “You’ve got an incredible set of legs on you, though I’m sure you hear that all the time.”

  “Not from someone I want as bad as you.” She gasped as one of his fingers slipped inside her body. “Oh, God.”

  “Where’s everyone else?” Mike asked, adding a second finger and working the pair in and out of her clutching pussy.

  “Uh…upstairs.” Sophia moaned. “They got some costumes and they’re trying them on.”

  “Costumes, like for the movies?” Mike asked.

  “Something like that.” Sophia said, arching her back a little more, jutting that incredible ass back towards his fingers.

  Mike removed them, hearing a sad whimper from the beautiful redhead still half-entombed by the refrigerator. Her tone changed as she felt the heat of his cock press up against the lips he had just wetted with his fingertips.

  “Please.”

  It was a stray sound and utterly unnecessary as Mike slid into her tight, young body. It was replaced with a groan of pleasure he was already familiarized with. It was a baseline tone that he would ramp up to a fever pitch before her orgasm kicked off.

  He filled her to the hilt, his knuckles going white as he gripped her perfect ass, spreading the tight cheeks a bit to allow him deeper access.

  “You feel really good, Sophia.” Mike said, giving her a few slow, deep strokes to somehow make his point.

  “God, I love your cock.” The redhead groaned, bracing her hands against the back of the fridge as he started to intensify his thrusts, causing all the jars to ring out in a cacophony of rattles.

  He brought her quickly to orgasm, allowing himself to climax as well, pumping deep into her hot little body as she ground herself desperately into him. They’d covered the birth control discussion the previous evening, thankfully.

  Sophia remained rigid, her body pulsing as she stood on her toes, still in the same position a few seconds after he had pulled out of her.

  “Fuck.” He heard her whisper as he tucked himself back into his pants. “I’m not sure if I even want a salad anymore.”

  Mike returned her shorts to their rightful place before giving her a slap on the ass. “Can’t wait to see your costume.” He said, right as he walked out of the room.

  Chapter Ten

  Mike was still feeling the wetness of Sophia’s body on him when he poked his head in the door of the master bedroom. He had heard the sounds as far back as the main bathroom, yet hadn’t fully clarified what they were until he was almost on them. The wet sound was someone having sex, though in their case, probably the sound of being fingered. The low moan belonged to Daisy so something was definitely being done to her. Mike tried to picture the scene in his head before he took his first peek, but he ended up being completely wrong. Well, most of the things were happening, they just weren’t happening quite the way he had envisioned.

  Aimee was flat on her back on the bed, the tips of her long red hair draping over the foot as a pair of muscular if not petite thighs draped over her face like a beautiful mask, covered only by the distinctive pattern and flair of a cheerleading skirt.

  Costumes, Mike thought, grinning.

  The target for her tongue was undulating slowly above her, dipping down a bit here and there for additional contact. Daisy was similarly ensconced at her half of the sixty-nine, her head buried between Aimee’s stretched-wide legs. Neither young woman seemed to notice his arrival.

  Mike watched Aimee’s tongue dart in and out, taking advantage of every piece of flesh within reach, probing the length of Daisy’s hot little slit as well as the tight hole that accompanied it. Fingers alternately gripped supple cheeks or probed inside the actress’s body, with no preference to the hole chosen. Well, other than that of the recipient.

  The starlet’s groans of approval and passion were peppered with dirty comments that drove Mike’s recently restive cock to announce it wanted attention.

  “That’s it, fucking whore. Use me like a fucking whore.”

  The motivating comments drove Daisy to rise up off the bed, using her grip on the other woman’s ass to hold her core in place as she drove her tongue deep.

  Mike moved forward and took one of Aimee’s hands as the redhead had just plunged one finger into the happy starlet’s tight ass. He held her wrist in place as he lay his growing cock down over her face before she could speak. He gently slid Aimee’s finger out of Daisy’s body and replaced it immediately with his own, driving it a bit deeper than had been possible before.

  “Two.” Daisy groaned between the bars of Aimee’s gently kicking legs.

  Mike’s cock had slid into her throat just as easily as his finger had slipped into Daisy’s hot little backside. He induced a groan by introducing a second finger, watching the tight ring of her sphincter expand to match the girth of the intrusion. It looked tight enough to cut off circulation.

  He knew he was reaching Aimee’s tolerance levels but he wanted to push her on a bit. She’d always encouraged him in the past and it had added depth to their sex. He counted an additional five seconds before letting the young woman up for air and the gasp was almost as loud as Daisy’s as Mike started to slowly fuck her with his impaled fingers, pulling the taut muscle outward only to be pressed back in again. Each stroke was deliberate and seemed to play Daisy’s moans like a musical instrument.

  Back in Aimee’s throat, Mike eased his cock in and out just an inch or so, feeling the tight spasms of his lover’s throat as he used her. He wanted it nice and wet for its next destination.

  The width of Mike’s two fingers was a bit shy of the girth of his pulsing cock, but Mike was determined to fill the young actress’s final hole before she left Rochester Mansion in the morning. It wasn’t that she had blocked that final act, it was more that they hadn’t gotten around to it. As much as she gyrated those sexy hips to the deep penetration of his fingers, he figured she would stop him if she didn’t like it.

  “God, I’m ready for some cock right now.” Daisy cooed from her perch on her elbows.

  Was that the house providing again, or just a coincidence? Mike wasn’t sure but he wasn’t going to let it distract him for too long. He would simply file it away and make sure to come back later. Later when he wasn’t about to ease his cock into Daisy’s hot little asshole.

  The timeframe between events was less than a half second. Mike placed one hand on each of Daisy’s hips and he pressed through her tight opening, turning her hair in a flyi
ng swath while she groaned in exaggerated pleasure.

  “Fuuuck yes.” The beautiful young actress cried out as the head of his cock plugged tightly into her backside. She craned her neck to see it entering her, struggling to hold the stretch as it marched unwaveringly into her pulsing body.

  Aimee’s tongue washed his balls as he buried himself in the fantasy-girl laid out in a fantasy costume on the bed of his fantasy house. Just the sight of it would have made him explode in his old life just a couple of months ago. Now he was fucking his second A-list actress and she was his second in the last thirty minutes. Now, the sight of it simply inspired him to fuck her longer and deeper and to make her cum like she’d never cum before. Could the power of the mansion keep elevating it?