The house was beautiful! I couldn't believe the
price! I wasn't about to wait for Mr. Right to come along and buy me a home with
this opportunity available. I called the realtor, who was extremely happy to be
selling the place. Haunted, he said. WHATEVER!!! The house was already furnished,
though a bit dated. I just brought in my clothes and a few personal items, and I was set.
I spent most of the day cleaning and arranging, then spent the
early evening behind the house, sitting by the pond. I just loved this place. I cooked a
simple dinner, and then went upstairs to take a shower. While I was in the
shower, I felt like I was being watched. I kept thinking I was being silly, but
I felt more and more uncomfortable. Finally, I threw open the curtain, and
nothing was there. Relieved, I finished up, put on a night shirt and panties,
and went to bed. I had awful nightmares all night, and I was happy to hear my
alarm in the morning. I got out of bed, and went to the bathroom. As I sat
peeing, I realized I was naked. I could have sworn I was dressed when I went to
bed last night. Obviously, I must not have been.
I looked over the house some more during the day. It was much
older and needed a lot more work than I had anticipated, but it was still a good buy.
After a shower I went to bed again, this time certain I was dressed, wearing a pink
shirt with powder blue panties.
I was having another nightmare, when I woke suddenly. A quick
glance at my clock said 12:30, and I was naked again! But even more terrifying, something
heavy was on top of me, and something long, hard, and ice cold was deep inside my pussy,
slamming in and out of me! I screamed, kicking wildly, trying to push him off of
me, but I couldn't touch anything there. Harder and harder, deeper, faster, the
icy rod slid up into me. My hips started bucking up to him, my pussy suddenly
feeling an incredible forced orgasm. I nearly passed out several orgasms later,
as I looked to see it was 3:00. He didn't slow down, my nipples were perked, my
pussy was hot and wet, and this cold man ripped deeper into me than anyone ever
before. I cried out loudly as I felt a rush of ice water filling my burning
pussy, then he was gone. I looked up, 4:45, and I passed out, exhausted.
The next morning, I woke up, quite shook up from that
nightmare. It was so real, my pussy ached, and my legs were weak. I took it easy
that day. That night, while I was in the shower, all the lights went out. I squealed
as the warm water turned cold, and quickly turned off the water. I reached for my towel
on the hook, but it must of fallen. I stepped out of the tub, and felt around on the
floor. Then I got down on my hands and knees to find it.
Strong, ice cold hands grabbed my waist, and I felt the chill
of his long cock as he thrust into my soapy, wet pussy. I grabbed for the side of the
tub, but knocked the open shampoo bottle over instead, making the floor under my hands
slippery. I couldn't hold myself up, and the cock continued to pound inside me. After
about half an hour, he stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I tried to scream
as I felt him ramming his icicle penis right into my asshole. It was tearing me open, my
muscles convulsing, trying to push out, my tummy knotted in pain. My screams
echoed through the house, but no one could help me now. Hours later, ice sperm
filled my ass, and it was over. I groaned as I felt his cum and my bloody poop
oozing and spurting out of me, dribbling down my inner thighs.
I woke up on the floor, and the pain and the mess proved this
was no nightmare. I went down to the basement to change the fuses, I needed a shower to
washed the dried cum and poop off my ass and legs. After I fixed the fuses, I turned
around, and a huge, ugly, transparent man stood before me. I screamed and ran up
the stairs. The door was locked. He moved very slowly to me, I just stood there,
nude and scared. He looked me in the eyes.
"Beg me. Beg me to fuck you. If you do not beg me, I will haunt
you every day, in ways you will not believe. Beg me now." His voice echoed.
"No! Go away! You're not welcome here!" I don't know were I got
the nerve, but I shouted at him. Then he vanished. "That was easy enough."
After cleaning up, I got dressed. I put on jeans first, but my
ass and pussy were so sore, I decided to wear a skirt instead. Then I went to the grocery
store. I was in the produce department, surrounded by older ladies and men, when
I heard a whisper in my ear.
"Beg me . . ."
"Fuck you!" I shouted. Everyone looked at
me, and suddenly, my skirt was pulled up, and my panties were around my ankles.
I was thrown onto the display case, and my arms were pulled towards the
cucumbers and bananas. They forced me to grab one of each, then they made me
shove the cucumber in my pussy, and the banana in my mouth. I looked up to see a
security camera right above me, and I then realized that everyone could see me,
but not the ghosts! They must think I'm doing this on purpose! My struggles must
have made me look like I was liking this, and when security finally came, (I
wonder why it took so long) the had to fight me to get the food away. I tried to
explain as they took me out of the store.
I felt humiliated and dirty, so I took
another shower. The water started sputtering, then gushed out in a thick, smelly
brown liquid. I tried to turn off the knobs, but they were stuck. I slipped and
fell in the tub, which was filling with this horrible muddy like water. I went
under several times, gulping and swallowing accidentally, before I managed to
turn it off. I took my towel and wiped off my face. I called the plumber to come
out and fix this. It was a late call, but it was an emergency. He said he'd be
there in about 2 hours. I went out back naked, and went in the pond. I washed
myself off, then tried to get back in. I must of locked the door. I went to the
front, it was locked, too. Then the plumber showed up. He stood there, staring
at me.
"Hey, miss, what's goin' on here?"
"My water's turned to mud, I went out back to wash off, and
I locked myself out." I was totally embarrassed.
"Here, I can usually fix lock-outs, too, let's see here
. . ."
and the door was unlocked. "Lady, you're the 4th woman this week to call me out at night
like this, only to come to the door half, well you, completely bare. I'm tired of
bein' teased by middle aged housewives, but you, single, twenty sumthin', I'm
not gonna get teased." He shoved me over the railing, and pulled out his cock.
"I saw you before! You're the nympho from produce!" I could have just died! He
plunged his penis right into my pussy, and humped me for almost three minutes.
He pulled out, turned me over, pushed me to my knees, and fucked my mouth for
another minute, then shot a load down my throat. Then he took his tools inside
and worked on the plumbing. I went to get dressed again, all my panties and bras
were gone, and all I had were very short skirts, two lace tops, and one blouse.
The plumber finally called me down stairs.
"Ma'am, you said you had muddy water?" he asked, sort of giggling.
"Yes, I was showering in it. I even fell in it, and swallowed some."
He broke out laughing. "Someone's playing tricks on you! They pulled
your water line and hooked it to your septic tank! You got 'bout ten years of peoples shit
and piss in your stomach!" This was too gross.
I went into town again, to go to the bank. As I walked past a
crew of construction workers, I heard it again: "BEG ME!" I shook my head, and kept
walking.
Suddenly, my blouse ripped open and was yanked off, and my skirt
flew up, exposing everything to these men. Two of them ran up and grabbed me, and
pulled me into the pit. My skirt was torn off, and two cocks were shoved into my
mouth and pussy. One after another, cocks pumping me, shooting hot cum in and on
me, twelve men covering me in sperm. After two hours of fucking, I fell to the
dirt, and the twelve men rinsed me off with their urine. I lay in a puddle of
muddy piss. I heard one say, "You shoulda seen her in the produce section,
fuckin' a cucumber and a banana, they made a video from security, they're
sellin' it at the video store!"
I got up very weak, and tried to run home, just
about everyone in town was out that day, and I had to run bare-assed in front of
all of them. I heard the names 'produce slut' and 'cucumber nympho' as well as
several other terms called to me as I streaked home.
When I made it home, I went to shower, but there was no water.
I went to my dresser, every single piece of my clothing was gone. Then he appeared again.
"Beg me to fuck you. This is your last chance. Beg me."
"No! Never!" I was
picked up in the air and raised to the ceiling, my back to the wall. Slowly, I
slid down. I glanced at the floor, and saw a long metal pipe that rose up from
the floor six feet up, aimed right at my pussy. I struggled, trying to stop, but
it kept getting closer. It poked me, then slid in. I screamed and kicked, but I
kept going down, six inches into me. Then ten. Then twelve. I cried out.
"Stop!
Please! Fuck me, Mr. Ghost! Please fuck me!" I stopped sliding, but the pole
remained a full foot inside me. He vanished. The clock rang 11:00. I sat impaled
until 12:30. I was grabbed and yanked quickly and roughly off the pole, which
hurt as much as going in. I was dropped to my knees in front of him.
"Please fuck me. Please!"
He picked me up and thrust his cold hard cock into my sore
pussy, when I felt another cold shaft against my ass. Before I could scream, it
rammed fully into me, and I saw another ghost gliding down from the ceiling. His
cock popped right into my mouth. Three icy 16-inch cocks pounded into me. They
pinched and pulled on my tiny tits, and moaned eerie sighs and cries. At 2:30,
they pulled out of me, and switched positions. I was so full, I couldn't fight.
I lost count of my orgasms after twenty three, I had no resistance. At 4:30,
they switched again. I could taste the cum and juices and poop on the ghostly
cock as he ravaged my mouth, my ass was numb, and my pussy still burned hot and
wet. At 6:30, they all fired ice cold thick sperm into me, gallons, overflowing my
ass, mouth and pussy. I lay on the floor, too tired to move. The ghosts vanished.
I didn't move until the next day. I got up, and looked out
the front window. All my clothes were in a pile in the yard. I went out to get them,
and the door slammed and locked behind me. Just before I reached my clothes they exploded
into fire, and were nothing but a pile of ashes a moment later. Then the entire house burst
into flames, and I stood there helplessly as I heard the sirens coming. The
firemen tried, but the house was almost completely gone before they got there.
The fire chief approached me.
"Ma'am, I got a pretty good idea what happened here, you being
that crazy produce bitch. But I think we can list this arson as an 'accident' if you're
willin' to cooperate with me and my boys here."
I suppose I could of told the truth, but then I'd be locked up
for certain. So I agreed. They took me to the station where I danced for them, and sucked them all
hard. Then I fucked two fire hose nozzles, one which they turned on and sent me
flying across the room, then I let them all fuck me. Then the chief came up to
me again.
"This is a quiet, conservative town. We don't need your type here.
I got you some clothes, and after you dress, we're driving you out of town."
I was more than happy to go, but then I picked up my clothes.
It was a two piece bikini, two sizes too small. I put it on, and got in the back of the
pick-up truck. They drove me way out on a deserted road, and dropped me off there. They
handed me a sign.
"Here, this'll tell anyone who passes that you need a ride."
I took the sign and watched them drive away. I saw van headlights
coming down the road. I held up the sign as I stood there in my undersized bikini. They
stopped. It was a bunch of college football players. I looked at the sign as I
got in the van. It read: MY ASS FOR YOUR GAS!
I screamed as they pulled me in, and
tossed my bikini out. After they finished, they let me out and twenty bikers
found me. After them, I saw an old house and I ran in there to hide. And my icy
ghosts were waiting for me.
Again.
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