Paranormal Encounters

by Carl East

  “No, carry on,” she said, reaching for my hand.

  Standing there, holding her hand, I looked into her eyes.

  “I was so attracted to you when we first met and as time passed it only grew stronger when I got a chance to know you better.”

  Closing my eyes for a moment, I took a deep breath and said, “This may sound stupid, but when I met you, it felt like I’d known you all my life. However, Brian, he’s my best friend, so I would never do anything behind his back. When you Guys broke up, and remained friends, it was even harder. That’s why I stayed in the haunted house. I hoped that if I stayed he would be able to let go of the past and I could get a chance to date you. It seemed like the only way I could clear the air with Brian and get close to you.”

  “That’s such a guy thing,” she said, kissing my cheek. “I cared a lot for Brian, but there always seemed to be something missing, like we weren’t the right fit. The longer we were together the more sure I became. I knew that something wasn’t right because of the way I started to feel about you. It didn’t happen all at once but as time passed my feelings for you became stronger, that’s why I had to break it off with Brian.”

  Looking into her eyes, I knew that I had met the woman I was going to marry. We started to kiss, and each kiss became longer and deeper. Finally raising my head to gasp for air, my hands fell to her slim waist and down to her hips to pull her tighter to me. We kissed passionately, for what seemed like ages, with her hands roaming under my shirt to knead the muscles in my back. My hands lifted to the button on her skirt and as I pulled it open, she shook her hips to slide the skirt down her legs. Lifting a foot, she tossed it to the side leaving her standing there in just her sheer black panties and tank top. Suddenly, my trousers fell down.

  What…on their own? I suddenly remembered the ghosts; they were still here and could spoil everything. Tania didn’t notice the fact my trousers seemed to have a mind of their own. She used her hands to lift her top, revealing bare breasts; my cock already hard, grew painfully at the sight before me. Her breasts were so full; her rigid pink nipples were the longest I’d ever seen, which explained why it was so obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I took the tips between my fingers and gently fondled and tweaked them. Leaning over I began to kiss and suck her nipples as I slid my hands down inside her panties.

  Grabbing her ass cheeks, I fingered them deeply while thrusting her up against my rigid cock. Lifting my hands away, I slowly pulled her panties down, kissing her body, as I lowered myself to the floor. Soon I was face to face with her smoothly shaved pussy, something I had dreamt of seeing for years. Amazed by the smoothness of the skin there, I began to kiss her all over, licking my way between the pouting lips that hid her pleasure pearl. She responded by running her hands through my hair and moving closer to me.

  Leaning over, to get closer, I realized that I was trapped by the pants bunched around my feet. Moving back, I stood up to remove my shoes and the rest of my clothing. Anxious to taste her sweetness again, I moved us onto the bed. Kissing her neck, I was about to work my way back down her body with the intention of sucking her to completion when she suddenly said…

  “Oh my God, that feels wonderful?”

  Looking down I could just faintly see her pussy being manipulated by my unseen guests.

  “Oh yes, that’s wonderful, oh…oh…oh, that’s the spot, yes, oh GOD yes.”

  I didn’t have to see them to know that they were both working on her but she was so far gone in pleasure she didn’t realize what was happening. By the time I slipped my own hand down to play with her clit, she was going wild. Her body was writhing all over the bed, and she shouted louder and louder not to stop.

  I wanted so desperately to place my cock inside her but knew that one wrong move and she’d know it wasn’t just me servicing her pussy. I froze in place, desperate with fear that she would find out what was going on, and then I decided to carry on tweaking her clit. She came with an explosive climax.

  “AH…ah, I’m coming…I’m coming…I’m coming, yes…yes…yes …yes…yes…yes, ah…my God,” she screamed.

  Her back arched as the intense orgasm passed over her entire body, inadvertently rubbing her clit harder against my teasing knuckle. Her movements became so intense that when she thrust her hips up again she took my thick finger deep inside her shuddering pussy. She came repeatedly until she finally passed out.

  “Please, let me take over!” I begged the ghosts hoping that my whispered plea didn’t wake Tania up.

  I felt them get off the bed.

  “Thank you,” I whispered again.

  Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear.

  “Are you alright Tania?”

  She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes.

  “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?”

  “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied.

  Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered,”Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

  Raising my body above her, I used my thighs to spread her legs wide. Placing my rigid cock at her moist opening the bloated head became covered with her recent juices. Taunting her with its thick presence, I slipped it up and down her channel rubbing the bell end against her still engorged clit. Her moans fed my excitement and the sensation of my cock sliding against her hard nub was driving me insane. I couldn’t wait any longer.

  Pushing my cock into her wet opening, I felt the tight rim of tissue at her entrance caress my hard shaft, and with a thrust of my hips, I sank into her waiting depths. Moans of pleasure poured from my mouth as I pulled and plunged deeper into her. I felt like an animal as I unleashed my need to slide every inch of me as deep as I could into her. It felt like heaven as I gorged myself on the sensation of pumping my manhood into her pussy.

  I quickened my pace and kept driving harder and harder into her tight channel. Angling my body forward I maneuvered until her clit was sliding up and down my cock with every thrust. Her gasps of pleasure were just one of my rewards for the long wait of having her for my own. Groaning in excitement, I started to twist my hips with each plunge to heighten the sensation and watched as she threw her head from side to side in response to the added pressure to her sensitive areas.

  Suddenly I could see her breasts being depressed and moved this way and that, and I knew my friends had joined in again. Tania was oblivious to this, she was too wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment to notice but her cries of excitement were arousing me even further. I redoubled my efforts plunging deeper with each downward thrust. I thrust faster and faster as I watched her nipples being pinched and pulled to new heights of pleasure. I couldn’t last much longer.

  “Oh, my God, take me, take me,” she cried, “I’m going to cum, OOH God yes.”

  Again, her hips came up to meet my thrusts, only this time I started to cum too. Streams of semen were shooting out of my cock as I came, repeatedly, filling her pussy. I had never cum so much in my entire life. Tania grabbed hold of my ass and wrapped her legs tight against my waist grinding her clit against me while pulling me in deeper. A second shudder racked her body until she finally fell completely limp, back to the bed.

  I managed to fall off onto my back as I gasped great gulps of air into my starved lungs.

  “If it weren’t for the fact we are alone I would swear you were getting help from someone else,” Tania said, breaking the silence first.

  I shuddered at that, not wanting to tell her that at this very moment I had two ghosts giving me head, in an attempt to keep me hard. She started to reach for my cock, but I intercepted her hand and kissing it, placed it on my chest.

  “Give me a moment to recover, and we’ll begin again.” I said.

  I lay on my back feeling the pleasure of my cock being swapped from one ghost to the other, while Tania caressed my chest with her fingertips. Turning my head, I looked at her breasts heaving up and down, and placed my free hand onto the nearest one and
tweaked the nipple between two fingers, eliciting an erection from both.

  The licks and sucking continued on my cock when I reached over to take Tania’s hardened nipple into my mouth. I began to suck and nibble and she groaned rubbing her fingers through my hair. My cock was more than ready to begin again so the ghosts let go, allowing me to continue.

  “Let’s try another position.” I said, gently turning her over onto her belly.

  She got to her knees, presenting me with her backside. I knelt there looking at her petal smooth back and gently curving hips, and palmed her ass cheeks like a crazed man. Smoothing my rough hands repeatedly over that plump bottom sent tingles down her back and shivers through my cock. I watched as she widened the spread of her knees on the bed and thrust her ass up for more. I felt the ghosts get on the bed next to me but barely managed the thought, ‘What are they going to do this time?’

  Tania started to moan, but it wasn’t because of me, they must be playing with her pussy again. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her ass so I moved closer to place my cock at the entrance to her opening. She felt so hot to the touch when my bell end caressed her lips, and hotter still as I pushed its thickness in with ease. Her pussy was deliciously wet, thoroughly lubricated with excitement. As I thrust forward, I felt tongues licking my balls while Tania and I made love. It was so erotic and Tania’s moans became louder than ever as I thrust in and out. The pleasure of filling her pussy along with the thrill of my friend’s tongues teasing and licking was indescribable. If only she knew, I thought.

  “Oh my God, that feels so good,” she gasped between groans of pleasure.

  The sight of my cock plunging into her body was ecstasy; the feel of the tongues servicing my cock and balls was almost too much, but I refused to ejaculate. I wanted this to last a lot longer than five minutes. Slowing my pace, I gently eased in and out to the sighs of Tania who was gripping the pillow with both hands, begging me to go deeper. Once I had a better hold of my lust, I started moving faster, wanting her to cum again. Thrusting with everything I had I went for it.

  “Oh yes, oh GOD yes, faster…faster, yes...oh...yes that’s it.”

  She tore at the pillowcase she’d been gripping as she came and when I climaxed deep inside her I actually felt lightheaded with pleasure. Coming out of my near swoon, I found myself draped over her body. I managed to lift myself off and pulled out of her still throbbing channel. Tania collapsed onto the bed utterly exhausted and I saw that her silky hair was a tangled mess. Running my fingers through her hair, I managed to smooth it back into some semblance of order; then lay down beside her, caressing her face.

  “Are you alright Tania?” I asked, after several minutes had passed. I watched as she lifted her tired head and smiled, that was all the answer I needed.

  Once we managed to catch our breath we spent the rest of the evening talking about every subject under the sun until it came time for her to leave. Looking back, I realized that the only subject I had avoided was the house and my ghostly visitors. The thought of trying to explain them to her would haunt me (no pun intended) for the next couple of days.

  Chapter 3

  Using my bare foot to set the chair swing in motion, I sat on the back porch rocking and sipped my steaming coffee as I watched the sunrise. The air was cool but I really didn’t mind, it was refreshing and I needed its bracing effect to clear my mind. Turning to glance at my wristwatch, I wasn’t surprised to see that it was only 6 o’clock. After Tania left last night, I was only able to grab a few hours’ sleep, after all who could sleep when I had so much on my mind. The foremost being where had my spectral visitors gone to, and if they came back how was I going to get rid of them. That’s why I was sitting here staring into space trying to figure out what to do.

  I found it hard to believe that the woman I had secretly cared for the last couple of years was now my girlfriend. Most men my age would have tons of experience by now, but I didn’t, but even with the little I had, I knew the sex last night was incredible. She didn’t know about the ghosts joining in when I was making love to her. Shaking my head with disgust, I acknowledged that I should have stopped. I hated the fact that I had inadvertently lied to her and was worried sick about her ever finding out before I had the chance to explain. It all happened too fast. I never expected her to show up at the house the way she did, and when she held me and kissed my cheek my heart was a goner. I don’t think I would have been able to stop even with a gun pointed at my head.

  Wracked with guilt I banged my head on the side of the swing, trying to find a solution, not only for Tania and myself but also for the ghostly pair. Although I’d managed to find a way to see my newfound friends with the aid of a special dark light, I still had no luck in communicating with them. My eyes caught a flash of movement from the right and turning my head I saw the old woman next door peering at me through her upstairs window. I saw the curtain quickly close but not before seeing the sunlight reflecting off the pair of mini binoculars she held to her face!

  Disgusted, I quickly went back inside and passed through the empty kitchen to head up to my bedroom. Thankful that I had the day off I decided to change the sheets and gather up my dirty clothes, I’d take them down to the basement later for washing. Hearing the door to my bedroom open, I turned to find no one there. They were back.

  Digging through the drawer, I quickly reinserted the black light bulb and turned the switch. There they were, standing at the foot of the bed trying to talk to me. Frustration had me searching the room when suddenly I had an idea. If they could physically remove my clothes, they might be able to manipulate other solid matter. Diving into the back of my closet, I found an old chalkboard and half-empty box of chalk and put them on the dresser top. Quickly setting it up I asked if they could use it to communicate with me. One of them reached for the chalk and seemed to concentrate intensely I watched as she managed to maneuver it to the board. Amazed at the sight I watched as she started to write. Slowly the chalk moved across the surface and writing began to form.

  “Samantha. Sister - Serena.”

  So they were sisters, I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.

  “Why, have you followed me home?” I asked. Watching closely I saw that Samantha’s ability to write was becoming stronger. Her intense focus was driving the chalk smoother and quicker.

  “Help us.”

  “Help you do what?”

  “Release us.”

  “How? Why are you trapped here?” I watched her ghostly hands as they continued writing. She appeared to be tiring.

  “Murdered – by father. Bones – Christian burial.”

  Shocked I sat there reading the brief words and looking up I caught the expressions of sadness and regret on their faces. My mind was rapidly processing the information they had given and I wondered if that was why they had chosen me to bestow their favors on. Embarrassed by the idea that they had used sex in an effort to bribe me I decided not to embarrass them further by asking. I had so many questions to ask but only spoke one.

  “Do you need to use my life energy to communicate, to function?”

  They silently looked at each other and looking back at me, nodded their head.

  “Has the strong emotions that we experienced in the last two days helped?”

  Nodding their heads quickly again, I began to see what was happening. Strong emotions must generate a lot of energy that they can use to try to communicate.

  “So sex must be a good one?”

  They nodded their head again in confirmation.

  “What emotion is the strongest?”

  Samantha moved to the board and began to write, “Fear – Hate – Lust.”

  Seeing the words in writing sent chills down my back. Realization struck, concerning Brian. Turning to them abruptly I saw them looking at me with suddenly closed expressions.

  “So, for my friend Brian, you chose fear. That’s why he wouldn’t tell me any of the details and right now, I really don’t want to know
what happened. However, when I came to the house you chose lust. Why?”

  Samantha and Serena looked at one another, and as I watched, tears began to fall down their faces. They leaned into each other and embraced as if their hearts were going to break. Watching them I realized that I didn’t need to know the reason, what I needed to do was help them.

  “I’ll help,” I said quietly. “You don’t have anything to worry about, I give you my word I will find your remains and arrange for a Christian burial.”

  They moved towards me as one and I felt petal soft arms and the gentle fragrance of Lavender surround me. Awkwardly standing between them I could only wonder how I was going to do it. Obviously, serious research was in order.

  “Son, there’s a phone call for you,” my mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

  “Coming,” I shouted back, and with those words, they faded from sight.

  Chapter 4

  After speaking with Tania about meeting later for dinner, I decided to head down to the local county courthouse to find more information on the haunted house. Sitting in the records room, I poured over the available information and was amazed at how much data I could gather about the house and property. Since the house was very old, the information wasn’t listed in the computer database or even in the huge record books. I ended up in the equipment room going through the photographic images that had been transferred onto microfilm reels. Comparing the original plans for the home with all the changes that had been made throughout the years, I was able to notice several discrepancies in the floor plans.

  According to the ghosts, it had been over seventy years since their father murdered them. Looking at the changes to the floor plans, I figured that their bodies must be hidden somewhere in the house. Packing up my notes, I decided to head back to the house and wasn’t surprised when they appeared before me as I had set up the dark light in the sitting room. Expecting them to be waiting for me when I showed up, I’d brought my blackboard and easel, to communicate with them. I asked if they had any idea where their bodies might be.