Paranormal Encounters

by Carl East

  After making her cum one more time, he exploded inside her, his sperm streaming out the tip. He then slowed the pace until it stopped as deep as it would go, very slowly he pulled it out making her moan once more as his cock reached the end with a sucking noise that vibrated her clitoris. She could now relax as she sprawled over his desk; he straightened her up kissing her lips tenderly. She whispered thank you, then they got dressed.

  As she left the other two girls in the outer office started to applaud, and then she realized that she could hear a rustling of paperwork coming from his office, he had left the intercom on. Re-entering the office she pointed to the black box on the table, realizing what had happened he turned it off. With a color of crimson inflaming her face she re-entered the outer office, then decided to go to the bathroom and freshen up. Back in the office, he was pleased to have learnt that you could change the past. He sat thinking of the right course of action to take.

  The following day he had decided to try to stop the tanker, in the hopes that it would prevent the entire accident. He approached the slip road a full five minutes before he had the day before, so he knew he was ahead of time. Then he spotted the tanker; he allowed it to go by before attempting to catch it up, which would be easy in his car, for it was a Porsche.

  Very soon after letting it go by, he had caught up and was blasting his horn to attract the driver’s attention. However, if you have ever been near one of these tankers, you'd know just how loud they could be. The driver of the tanker couldn’t even see his car let alone hear it. He had to think of something else, but what; he didn't have much longer to go.

  Then he decided to get in front and apply his brakes, hoping that it would slow the tanker down. He quickly got into position, but instead of slowing down, the driver got angry and started to pull onto the out-side lane in order to overtake. He hadn't seen the tractor-trailer coming up beside him, only then did Jake know that he was the cause of the original accident. Just before the road was completely covered in the explosion that followed, Jake could see himself behind the tanker. Then he found himself behind his desk once more.

  ***

  Jake had witnessed his own death. He’d also somehow been transported back in time. He had found that he was in some sort of time loop, going back a full day before being a part of a horrendous accident. One minute he's watching a fireball head towards his alternate self and the next finding himself behind his desk at work the day before.

  He had already tried to stop this once, and had proved that time could be changed, when he experimented with his secretary. He suddenly remembered what he'd done with his secretary the last time he'd been here, and thought I wonder how far I could take this. He sat back waiting for the events to unfold once again, thinking all sorts of devilish thoughts.

  When his secretary appeared in his office, she bent down to place some files into the bottom draw of his filing cabinet, revealing a lovely pair of legs, and just a glimpse of her panties. Jake was feeling randy and asked her to fetch Carol. Madeline obeyed without question, thinking that it had something to do with work. Once Carol had entered, Jake asked Madeline to stay. Then he made a confession, one, which they found hard to believe. He told them that he had wanted to fuck them both for a long time, at first there was silence, then Madeline turned to Carol saying, 'I will, if you will,' Carol just smiled.

  Jake knew that he was in, and started to kiss Madeline, placing a hand on her butt drawing her nearer. Then he stepped back and asked them to strip for him. At first, they were both a little nervous, but saw that Jake was unzipping his trousers, and letting them fall to the floor, his big cock making a large lump in his underwear. Then he removed his shirt revealing a muscular body, by now the mood was right and Madeline had dropped her skirt to the floor stepping out of it. Carol followed suit by unbuttoning her blouse, and slipping it off to reveal a see through bra beneath.

  Jake was now naked except for his shoes and underwear, but the sight of his cock making such a big bulge made Carol want to get her clothes off a little bit faster.

  She removed her bra, letting her lovely breasts stand up on their own, with large reddened nipples that were fully erect. Then Madeline did the same, making Jake's penis grow just a tad more. In fact, it was becoming uncomfortable in those briefs, so he took them down releasing his cock. Straitening up, his cock stuck out before him making the girls lick their lips in anticipation. Then Carol removed her skirt, leaving them both wearing only panties and shoes.

  Jake got nearer, bending down in front of them; he first removed Madeline's panties by hooking a finger on both sides and pulling them down. Then he turned to Carol and repeated the same thing, which revealed two gorgeous pussies. Inserting a finger into each pussy, and eliciting a moan from each he then leaned forward to lick their vulvas one by one making them both run their hands through his hair. Each time he buried his tongue into one pussy, he would push a finger deep into the other, making them both squirm. Then when he thought their juices were flowing freely, he stood up, his cock fully erect and very impressive.

  The girls both had the same idea as they dropped to their knees; they immediately fell onto his cock. First, one would suck then the other, then both at the same time touching each other's mouths as they did so. At one point, the tip of his cock was in their mouths. They were tonguing each other as well. Looking down upon this, Jake was really being turned on. He knew he wouldn't last long. They continued to take in as much as possible, until Jake could take no more and erupted onto their faces. They both took mouthfuls, and licked it off his cock and each other until he had cum his load and stopped. They then stood up, and Jake told them to bend over the desk together, which they did. He then started to fuck Madeline while fingering Carol, after five minutes he changed positions. He managed to keep this up for half an hour before he could feel he was about to cum again.

  He was in Madeline when he came and proceeded to empty his load into her womb. Then Carol surprised him by asking Madeline to sit on the desk while she licked her out. This she did, making Jake feel hotter than ever, he was losing his erection until that happened, then it sprang back to life. Getting behind Carol, he pushed it in and started to pound her cunt, watching all the while as Carol lapped the sperm up that was oozing out of Madeline's pussy. He had always found that watching two women go at it, was a big turn on. Another thing that turned him on was the jiggling of Madeline's breasts as he continued to pump and grind Carol's gorgeous pussy.

  It was a sort of chain reaction, as he hit Carol's ass with his thighs, she was pushed forward, making Madeline's breasts wobble. He was perhaps getting too much stimuli, as his cock started to jerk, in that telltale fashion, his cum streaming out into Carol's womb. Once he had finished, Carol turned around and sucked the last dregs of cum out of the end. Then they all got dressed, agreed with each other that they would have to do this again, then the girls left the office. Jake smiled thinking this was not such a bad deal after all, but decided that he would try everything in his power to stop the catastrophe from occurring.

  The next day he had a plan of action, he would back track the tanker’s route, and stop him before he got onto the busy road. He imagined he'd done this when he spotted the tanker heading down the slip road two miles further. He was also very pleased when he parked his car in the middle of that road, effectively stopping him dead.

  Then he was doubly proud of himself when he gave the tanker driver fifty dollars just to stand there for ten more minutes. Which of course was the deadline for the original accident, but he was so pissed off to see in the distance a cloud of smoke. Then, to find himself back behind his desk, knowing that there could be only one explanation, he had stopped the wrong truck from the right company.

  There must have been two; the one he'd wanted must have gotten onto the freeway further up the road. He buried his head into his hands thinking, 'how can anybody BE so unlucky,' then started to formulate another plan of action.

  ***

  Jake sat at his desk
wondering how he could have made such a stupid mistake. He was in the third day of travelling backwards in time, a day that was full of wonderful things. He had fucked his secretary twice and an office junior once, and knew that his next day would force him back to this one. It had all started when he witnessed a horrendous accident, with which, he, was an integral part. However, how to stop it, which is what he pondered when his secretary entered the room. He knew the routine; she would bend down and place some files in the bottom draw of his cabinet, he would then get a glimpse of her panties. However, he wasn't going to play that game today; he had to think of how to stop this from happening. He'd already tried to stop the tanker driver twice, and failed both times. Then he stood up quickly.

  "That's it; I'll stop myself from interfering!" He said.

  He sat back down trying to remember the exact time; he'd tried to stop the accident the first time. If he could stop, his alternate self from causing the accident in the first place, then it would surely mean that time would return to normal. Then he remembered that his first realization of these events was being behind the tanker and seeing a fireball. Therefore, how could he have seen himself up in front, this was surely a paradox, and one he couldn't wrap his head around. It was starting to become all too complicated, so he concentrated on stopping his alternate self, and taking it from there.

  His secretary came back into the room at that point, asking if she could go to dinner. Jake said yes, then decided to do some work, in order to pass the time, (no pun intended) he proceeded to go one floor up. The typing pool was as busy as ever, he crossed the room to start copying some letters that needed to be sent out. As he worked the Xerox machine, he was approached by two of the typists. They both smelled wonderful, and were both very cute young girls.

  "Excuse me sir, but could you help us get the A4 paper down from the storage room, it's too heavy for us?" One of them said, standing closer than she needed to.

  Jake of course agreed, and left the machine to follow them. Once in the storage room, he saw the problem, the only A4 paper available was on the top shelf, and could cause a serious accident if not taken down with care. The girls got on either side of him to help lower the box, and he couldn't help commenting on their perfume.

  "You both smell very nice, what is that?" He said, his nostrils flaring.

  "It's something called, Demure!" They said together.

  They got the box onto the side shelf, but seemed to be very close, closer than was necessary. He started to think he was being played here and wanted to act, but if he was misreading it, this could be trouble. Then he noticed a small gold chain around one of the girl's necks, which gave him an opening.

  "That's a nice necklace." He said, reaching over and deliberately touching her neck gently as he held it up.

  She was very close at this point and he looked into her eyes, then she kissed him. Then the other one joined in, by running her hand over his chest, and down to his crotch. She skillfully unzipped his fly, and then pulling his trousers down she got to her knees and proceeded to suck him off. The other one was still kissing him, but removing her top to reveal a very full and voluptuous bust. Jake put his hands around the back to unclasp the bra, her breasts springing to life once done. He looked down to see his cock being serviced in a very professional way, making him moan with pleasure.

  The other young Lady was now removing her skirt, and taking his hand, she guided it to her wet pussy. He kissed her hard, inserting a couple of fingers. His cock was rock hard as the mouth around it engulfed it all, he could feel it going partly down her throat. His fingers must have been doing something right, for the other girl’s groans were becoming very audible. This turned him on, which in turn made it hard not to cum too quickly. His cock started to jerk, and then the first spurt of his seed hit the inside of her mouth, making her gag for the first time. She soon got it back under control, lapping up his juices. He stopped kissing the other one as she whispered, 'fuck me,' he didn’t have a reason to say no. Pulling her over to the side he bent her over and placed his cock at the entrance, she opened her legs ready to receive it. He pushed feeling it slide past her moist lips, and then slowly slid it in until his thighs stopped him from going any further. He turned to see the other one removing all her clothes; she too had a very nice body. She stood next to him placing her hand around his neck to draw him in for a kiss. He probed her cunt, fumbling for her opening. Then his fingers were in; he started to work it. She wanted that pleasure, and proceeded to rock back and forth holding his hand steady as she rode his hand. His cock now going faster, he looked down to watch its disappearance, then started to fuck in earnest moving more rapidly, until she was crying out that she was coming.

  "I’m next," Whispered the other one.

  His cock once again starting to spew forth a deluge of semen, he threw his head back enjoying the moment. He waited until he had stopped coming, then before his cock could rest he pulled it out, and turned around ready for dessert. She stood on a small box that turned out to be just the right height, he only had to bend his knees slightly then push and he was in. She did most of the work, as before with his fingers, she started to ride his cock, the position being ideal. The other one must have had enough, for she was redressing. Jake placed his hands on the little minx in front of him, her nipples fully erect, thinking how well she was performing. He was hardly doing any of the work as she continued to ride his meat, his cock feeling every inch of her tight little pussy. She started to go faster, making it painfully obvious that she was about to have an orgasm. Her cries of, 'I'm going to cum,' giving it away. Jake beat her to it, his seed hitting her deeply as she worked it in, then she came, flinging her arms around his neck, then slowing down. They got dressed and left, making Jake think how lucky he had been. Then he remembered the events that would lead him to this point.

  The next day he raced down the road, seeing his other self-trying to catch up with the tanker. He reached for the glove compartment, bringing out his mobile phone, and then dialed his own number, not sure, whether this would work.

  "Hello is this important? I have some serious business to attend to," Was the answer.

  "Jake, its Jake here, your alternate self, break off the pursuit, it's vitally important that you do so." He said, hoping that his other self would listen.

  Looking up he spotted his other self behind the tanker, which meant there were now three of them, all on the same road. Then the one that had received his call slowed down, pulling in behind his other self. The tanker passed the explosion point, and carried on down the road. As the first of the three cars approached the point where they had spotted the fireball, all three cars seemed to merge. Alone in a single Porsche, he laughed aloud, feeling great for making everything right with the world.

  He had done it, the catastrophe had been averted, and he smiled thinking to himself, how he knew that four certain young women were going to get the fucking of their lives. He left the road at the next exit, and drove home, knowing that he could never tell anybody what had just happened.

  The End

  Hell’s Gate

  Chapter 1

  The sky was layered with shades of grey as they drove to the abandoned Blackwood Estate. Doug and Courtney had been working as a team these last five years on locations that were haunted or possessed. Her reputation as the foremost psychic in the New England area had been built upon each property that had been cleansed of its afterlife inhabitants. Her ability to free a residence from these disturbing and sometimes frightening elements allowed the living to return and resume their lives. Courtney glanced over to watch her stoic business partner as he steered them along the seemingly endless dreary roads. His silence confirmed that he was already mentally preparing for the job that was waiting ahead.

  She reflected back to the day they literally bumped into each other. The library was bustling, and the amount of books she carried had prevented her from seeing him coming around the corner. The impact had sent them both crashing to the hard floor
along with the various items they’d been carrying. Her laughter and his wryness were the blend that brought them together to form a friendship that had deepened over time. He became the brother that she never had. It was his leadership, in the day-to-day tasks of their Fellows and Fairbanks partnership, which kept them on a steady and profitable course. He was the acknowledged anchor of the team with regard to finances. However, her psychic abilities opened the way to moneymaking opportunities. She silently watched his steady hands on the wheel and smiled when he glanced her way.

  “Doug, the information we’ve gathered from the courthouse records revealed how often the property has changed hands. Last night, I read the newspaper accounts of the murders that occurred at the house. Therefore, I can understand why there have been so many owners. However, the few neighbors that I was able to track down could only recount old rumors and speculation about the house. They gave me nothing that was conclusive.”

  He nodded in reply and indicated by a point of his head that they’d arrived at their destination.

  “Hold on,” he said, and gritted his teeth as he slowly maneuvered the car over the debris covering the entrance to the driveway.

  Dodging fallen limbs and piles of windswept leaves, he maneuvered the car to the remnants of a once grand entrance. They both fell silent as they contemplated the scene before them through the windshield. The newspaper photographs, faded with time, did not reveal the true nature of the house that they had researched. The darkened bricks were covered with crawling ivy. The parade of windows that marched down the front facade of the house was covered with the crust of years. At least most of the windows still had glass. The ones without had the appearance of eyeless sockets. Their gaze continued to the roof, where soot-covered chimneys loomed.