I tried my best to find out more about my ghostly visitors, Amy and Amanda Townsend. There was not much information about them in the Salem library. The librarian directed to the home of a Ms. Felicia St. Henry for some “unwritten background”.
I checked on the internet and found that Ms. St. Henry had quite the reputation for fostering the myth of Witch spirits still haunting the old houses in Salem. It sounded like maybe she had reason for her beliefs. It seemed a valid theory, judging from the perspective of my recent exposure to ghostly visits.
I was startled to find Ms. St. Henry atop an exercise bike on her enclosed front porch. She was a strong featured woman in her early forties. Her figure was remarkably firm and well-toned. I watched her dismount from the top of the line exercise machine. Her rump was curved with perfect heart-shaped ass cheeks. They wiggled with delightful symmetry when she walked and spread wide with a nice gap when she bent over to retrieve a towel from the deck.
I was lost in erotic daydreams about the feel of her delectable ass pushing back into my sweaty, wet groin in the middle of the night.
“Well, Mr. Lime, I don’t know too much about your Aunt’s house. I have to admit I have not been inside of that particular house. I have heard a story or two about some strange happenings there. They are completely unsubstantiated, unfortunately. Have you had any paranormal episodes in there recently?”
Harry was a little reluctant to relate his experiences, but Felicia seemed very down to earth and level headed.
“Please call me Lizzie, Harry. All my friends call me Lizzie. Come on inside and we can have some nice iced tea in the study.”
Harry walked behind the swaying buttocks encased in a form fitting pair of sweat pants. His eyes were riveted to Lizzie’s ass and he was certain she was fully aware of it.
The tea was delicious and served with a slice of fresh lemon. Harry sat next to Lizzie on the love seat and when she emphasized a point her soft delicate hand would brush over his bare arm. It was not long before his rampant cock was pushing noticeably against the front of his trousers. He saw Ms. St. Henry staring at it and licking her lips in an agitated manner.
Harry felt embarrassed but he could not do anything to stop the erection from staying hard and even wetting the front of his trousers with a telltale spot of pre-cum. He pretended he had spilled some tea in his lap to cover up the wet spot.
“Let me get that for you, Harry, I have something to blot it right up.”
Before Harry could stop her, Lizzie was rubbing his rock hard cock with her small towel and curious hands. She stroked it up, she stroked it down, she even wrapped her fingers around it to test the girth. Her pulse was beating rapidly. This cock was a fine cock. It was long, it was thick and the owner was not without handsome features. Ms. Lizzie did not hide the fact she was rubbing furiously between her own legs trying to reach her G-spot at the top of her cunt, just below her pulsating clitoris.
It was at this very moment that Harry became aware of the presence of Amy and Amanda sitting on the couch watching them behaving in a very immodest manner. Harry could not stop Lizzie as she was fast approaching her orgasmic release. He was also not inclined to stop Lizzie from jerking his overheated cock into a momentous release of sticky semen inside his trousers. Amy began to rub Amanda’s pussy as she watched Lizzie hump her own hand in a frenzied journey to a full body orgasm. Amanda was not amused. She looked at Harry with accusing eyes. He was ashamed momentarily, but realized both Amy and Amanda were probably a figment of his overactive imagination.
Lizzie was still down on her knees. Harry released his cock from his trousers and the full seven inches stood straight up in the air. He placed his hand on the back of Lizzie’s head and guided her lips down to his cock. She did not hesitate for a moment. Her open mouth enveloped his shaft and she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. Her experienced tongue licked him in all the right spots and he was soon on his way to a very satisfying release of creamy cum into her wet and open mouth.
Amy came over and pushed her fingers up Lizzie’s dripping pussy. Harry was certain Lizzie thought it was his hand working so diligently in her happy little cunt. Harry stroked Amy’s beautiful ass cheeks and slid his finger deep inside her ass crack. Amanda came over and started to lick Lizzie’s little pucker hole with her long wet tongue. The four way action pushed Lizzie over the finish line and she fell down the rabbit hole of a complete and total full body orgasm. Her pussy fluids poured out of her gushing vagina and her ass trembled with the passion of anal desire. He was somewhat surprised that the modest little Lizzie had swallowed every last drop of his sticky semen.
Amy and Amanda were kissing with their tongues deep in each other’s mouths. Ms. St. Henry was relaxed and in a stupor of total sexual satisfaction.
“How did you do that, Harry? You were in my ass, up inside my pussy and I had your beautiful cock deep in my mouth. You must have four hands hidden behind your back. I was so happy to have your cock and your hands all over me.”
Harry was still afraid to tell Lizzie about his ghostly visitors. She might think he was a bit “round the bend” or even a pervert of some kind.
When he looked over at Lizzie face down on the couch, he saw Amy had pushed her face and tongue up into her wide open pussy from behind.
“Oh, Harry, you are such a bad boy. You lick better than a lesbian, Harry. I never knew a man could do it so well.”
Amanda reached around in front of Lizzie’s hips and began to tickle her clitoris, finding her G-spot in a matter of seconds.
“Harry, you know every inch of a woman’s body. Please, keep your fingers right there. I love it. You know how to play me like a violin.”
I kept mum about having two sets of “helping hands”. The credit probably belonged more to my ghostly buddies, Amy and Amanda. I thanked Lizzie for her help in giving me more background on my recent inheritance. As I was leaving, she added in a low voice, almost a whisper,
“Those twins were very sexual. I heard Professor Huntley was driven out of his mind by their little tricks. His poor wife, Ethel, God rest her soul, was most vexed by their constant badgering of her husband, Horace. Then, he ran right into a telephone pole on Halloween night. My sister, the head nurse told me he was hitting and slapping the pillows all night, yelling,
“Leave me alone. Go away, I don’t want to lick it.”
“Lots of crazy things like that. He is still up in rest home. It has been almost five years now. Whatever do you think could have made him have such obsessive hallucinations?”
I just shook my head in bewilderment. If I had a thought on that, I was not going to share it with Ms. Lizzie right now. Not with Amy and Amanda all naked and sprawled out in a very erotic pose on Ms. St. Johns exercise bike.
The three of us, Amy, Amanda and I drove down Main Street heading back to the stately old home. I had put sweaters on both of them even though I knew nobody else could see them frolicking in the back seat.
Those naughty girls were making fun of Lizzie’s pussy. I had to smile when they poked fun at the way she hiccupped whenever they touched her ass hole. Lizzie was kind of a tight ass. I sensed she wanted to loosen up and experience the joys of both oral and anal delights. She had probably missed out on them in her repressed youth.
When I heard slurping, I looked in the rear view mirror and was astonished to see Amy’s head and face buried deep in Amanda’s ass crack. I hoped the cop looking at me from across the street, with a strange look on his face, could not see or hear my other worldly visitors.
I just had to be careful and not let my emotions react to my overactive imagination. Once a fellow started acting eccentric in Salem town, he could wind up in a rest home just like poor Professor Horace Huntley. No, I was going to play it cool and just let my ghostly twins have their fun with me for as long as they wanted.
When I went to bed that night, the twins were nowhere in sight. I wondered if they had tired of their games with me and had moved on to another human soul to torment. In truth, I kind of missed them and their incessant chatter. I fell off to sleep with a vision of Amanda’s ass cheeks across my knees. Amy was encouraging me to hit her ass harder with the little switch she had provided. Little Amanda struggled, but all she succeeded in doing was to make my cock harder as it rubbed against her wet dripping pussy.
Amy was enjoying the session of discipline being meted out to her sister. She was still mad at her for enjoying her pussy licking bout with Ms. Lizzie earlier that day. Amy told her time and again, she should be concentrated on licking her pussy. Certainly, not strange women, no matter how pretty their pussies looked. Amanda was always to be found in the dressing room stalls at the mall. She so enjoyed sniffing and kissing naked women right on their slit as they changed into a possible purchase. The women mostly thought it was their imagination or a stray strand of material rubbing against their private little place.
She was always afraid one of the video cams would pick up their presence with a telltale wisp of ghostly plasma caught in the lens with just the right angle of lighting. Amy knew that other entities had been exposed in that manner as these so-called paranormal investigators started searching special places.
They had been lucky for a very long time and she wanted to keep it that way.
Harry tossed and turned all night. Amy spooned him from behind and Amanda kept her head resting softly in his lap. Every once and a while, she would let her tongue slip out for a little lick of Harry’s balls or cock. He would tremble slightly in his slumber and moan in his sleep.
The only word Amy was able to make out was,
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