The Haunted House Chapter 4

The Haunted House by DeannaTroi

CHAPTER FOUR

Jennifer woke just after dawn, lying naked on the dirt cellar floor, her body covered in the sticky demon cum. She crawled out from under the stairs and up to her bathroom where she soaked the dirt and cum from her body in the bath tub and then she fell into bed exhausted. It was early afternoon when she woke ravenous with hunger and full of dread.

After eating, Jennifer sat down to take another look at the diary left to her by Samantha Lee, hoping for some clue that might let her escape this cursed house and the fate that seemed to wait for her every night at midnight. Before picking up the book, Jennifer had tried all the doors and windows on the main floor and had been unable to open any of them. How will I survive if I can’t leave this house? she wondered in despair as she opened the book. To her surprise, there was a second entry that she had somehow missed the day before.

I am sorry Jennifer, but the spell the demons have on me prevents me from telling you too much at once. They fear you might be able to use the knowledge to escape them. The best I have managed is to create a spell of my own that hides the entries in my diary from them. They will appear to you each day when the sun is highest in the sky. I hope that I may give you enough information to help you escape in time.

The demons keep me prisoner in this house, but even they realize I cannot live without food or sometimes other human company to keep me relatively sane. To that end, they allow me to go into town but only after a ritual that ensures I will return to them every night. If you go out to see the statue in the garden, it will tell you what to do. Tonight, beware of the bathroom - - they will wait for you in there.

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The Haunted House Chapter 2

The Haunted House by DeannaTroi

CHAPTER TWO

The next morning when Jennifer woke up, she wondered if it had all just been a dream, but her shredded nightie lay on the floor beside the bed and there were dry patches of cum on her face and breasts as she had just stumbled back to bed and collapsed after the fucking from the teddy bear. A long hot shower removed the traces of last night's nocturnal fun from her body and Jennifer got dressed before gathering up her courage to peer into the room with the wardrobe. In the bright sunlight streaming through the window, everything looked normal and when she tried the door of the wardrobe it was locked tight, just as it had been when she had first toured the house.

Jennifer forced herself to be calm and rational and went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. After doing the dishes, she got in her car and went looking for the local library. Perhaps the old newspapers might be able to shed some light on the mysterious house she had bought.

"Oh my, you bought the old Godiva place," said the librarian who looked at least 80 when Jennifer asked her about the house and if there were any newspaper articles on it.

"The what?" asked Jennifer thinking she must have heard the woman wrong.

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The Hormone Chapter 2

The Hormone by dellagordo

CHAPTER TWO

She was smiling at him, her lips covered in a layer of his jism. A few ropes had fallen across her nose and forehead and covered the left lense of her glasses, but the visible eye was watching him with something between humor and lust. His mother removed her glasses and set them on the nightstand by his bed.

"I notice you still have an erection," she said. She licked cum from her lips. "Do your testicles still hurt?"

"Not - -  not really," Jonny admitted, staring dumbly at her.

His mother unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off her shoulders. "Are you absolutely certain?" she asked. The top of her blouse was soaked through with his ejaculate and stuck to her skin. Jonny could actually make out portions of her bra through the shirt. He wondered what she was up to now. Then she began to unbutton the blouse, and a slow realization came upon him.

"Um, yeah, jeez, Mom, my balls sure do hurt. Ouch."

Melody smiled. "Well, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't look after my son?"

The blouse fell to the floor, a sodden mass. Melody's heavy tits shimmied in her black bra, showing off their pale upper slopes and a generous cleavage. Melody reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, then she wiggled out of it, causing her breasts to jiggle and jump in confinement.

The Hormone Chapter 1

The Hormone by dellagordo

CHAPTER ONE

It was two-thirty in the afternoon on a gorgeous late summer day, and Jonny Maxwell awkwardly stepped out of his car, shouldered his bookbag and lurched up the driveway towards his house. The house would be empty for a few more hours, which meant Jonny would be able to provide himself with some much needed relief. His mom was Xybochem's top biochemist, and she got that way by working long hours. Particularly after Jonny's dad died.

He adjusted the lump in his shorts and slipped through the side door, stumbling through the kitchen and straight to his room. Jonny threw his bag on the floor and, quickly undressing, threw his clothes beside it. He breathed a sigh of relief as his cock, no longer confined within boxers and canvas shorts, stretched out to it's full, prodigious length.

It was nearly as thick and long as his forearm now, and his balls had swollen almost as big as his fists. They needed regular emptying these days, often as much as five or six times a day. This would be his third for the day. Once in the morning before school and once in the boy's bathroom during lunch. On the drive home after school he had felt his cock stiffening of it's own will and knew he would have to jettison a load of sperm soon, or risk making a mess. That had already happened once recently, and Jonny had no interest in repeating the incident.

Jonny grimaced as he gripped his engorged member and began to stroke, urging the pent-up cum to spray. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, he thought.