Ghostly Sisters of Salem Town Part III

The twins were not in Harry’s bedroom for two entire days. He was beginning to wonder if they had moved on to some other plane of existence. He felt a little bit down because he had become accustomed to their incessant chatter and the sex was not bad either.

Harry had taken advantage of the absence of their stimulating distractions to study a little more about the famous witch trials of three centuries prior. Witch trails that had made Salem a watchword for the occult world of Wicca and mysterious Witches covens practicing their ancient rituals in the light of the Moon.

Apparently, the manifestation of the two lovely girls was somewhat unprecedented in terms of haunting episodes. He discovered that the apparitions were most likely a part of a specific geographic binding spell that would cross temporal lines. He, as a new owner of the central focal point, was now connected to the girls in some mysterious way that defied all laws of science and common sense.

He was trying to figure this all out as he took a relaxing shower right after his morning exercise. When he reached for the soap, he was surprised to have it placed in his hand. Opening his soap wary eyes, he saw his shower assistant was Amy. She was totally nude, of course, entirely appropriate for a shower. Then again, Amy was generally nude unless she was wearing some flimsy “fuck me” creation that did nothing to hide her feminine charms.

He looked around, even outside the curtain; but her twin sister Amanda was nowhere to be seen.

Harry hesitated to ask Amy where her sister was located for fear she would interpret that as a preference for her sister over her.

Amy bent over slightly to get the wash cloth from the edge of the tub and in so doing, her beautiful rounded ass cheeks came into contact with Harry’s now aroused cock.

“Hmm, Harry! You certainly know how to get a girl’s attention. Be a dear and stretch my tiny rear hole a bit. Let me put some soap on your cock. You can suds me up inside and make me nice and clean.”

The offer was one that Harry could not refuse. He presented his well-soaped cock to Amy’s puckered anus and pushed resolutely until she opened like a blooming rosebud to accept his cleaning tool inside her velvet lined rectal channel. The suds began to ooze out around his tightly clutched staff. Amy felt the first twinges of cleansing impalement deep in her gut. The sound of the sodden slapping of Harry’s muscular legs and hanging sac into her exposed bottom triggered her first orgasm. She shuddered and held onto the faucets for dear life. Her knees were buckling and she gasped for breath. Very non-ghostly reactions from a girl passed from this existence over a century ago.

Harry held onto Amy tightly. He had a firm grip on her hips and pulled her wonderful heart-shaped ass back onto his cock for his final release of creamy cum. He felt it rising from his swinging ball sacs and flowing quickly up into his throbbing cock buried deep inside Amy’s rectum. His sticky fluids spurted again and again inside the moaning girl. The smile was gone from her face as she took the full load deep in her gut. The hot cream stirred up the soapy suds inside Amy’s bottom. She knew she would have to run to have some privacy right after Harry pulled out. These human feelings and sensations were only while she was in contact with her earthbound mortal. In her ghost world, such fleshly requirements were not required at all.

Amy ran out of the shower right past Amanda. They did not speak. They each knew exactly the thoughts of the other. Thus, it had always been. Amanda handed Harry a towel with a huge grin on her face.

“Rub a dub dub! Clean cock in a tub. What have you been doing to poor Amy, Harry?”

Harry, a little sheepishly, replied,

“Your sister needed me to scrub her back, that’s all”

Amanda laughed at the fabrication.

“Hop up on the table, Harry. I’m going to give you a special ghostly massage. I promise you will never forget it.”

Harry was a little dubious, but obeyed Amanda’s instructions.

The hands on his back were like extensions of his own nervous system. The fingers flew over his skin, yet he could feel them go deep into his flesh under the skin and relax his every muscle. He was being pulled and pushed at the same time. He was taken to his maximum stretching capability and then slowly brought back to earth with a tender release. When Amanda got down to his buttocks, he could feel his ass muscles being worked in a way that they had never been worked before. He could feel his cheeks being spread in a most undignified manner and Amanda’s finger started to rim his tight little anus so delicately that he launched a puddle of pre-cum onto the clean padded table. He could hear her giggling as he was forced to hump the soft table in reaction to her ministrations.

When she reached under him and grasped his shaft, Harry was transported to a place of virginal perfection. No milkmaid was ever so skilled. No courtesan was ever so practiced. Amanda milked him so tenderly; he wanted to moo like a lovelorn cow. His seed spurted in never-ending ropes of creamy cum on the white sheets beneath his convulsing body.

She lay on top of him and began to push her fingers into his pulsating anus. The weight of her body was so delicious to Harry that he started to move in different directions getting the touch of her skin pressed into him in different ways and in different spots. Amanda was biting his ear painfully but Harry was beyond caring. He felt like he had to push his bottom up to meet her questing fingers to show her he was ready to follow her directions.

Amanda’s hand reached around in front again and she cradled his hanging sacs. They swung in unison with her body slamming Harry flat into the table. She continued to nibble at each of his ears and even bit hard enough on his shoulder to leave a little teeth imprint that he could see in the mirror when he got dressed.

She started to whisper the most obscene vulgarities into his ravaged ear. These depraved utterances were so exciting to Harry that he found himself spurting a second and larger load of creamy cum onto the table.

Amanda was like a ghost possessed.

She pushed him to the side and lowered her head to the puddle of cum. The sounds of her lapping up the creamy residue was erotic enough to Harry that he swung up behind her and started to ride her flanks with her ass up high and her head down on the table swallowing his sticky output.

Harry slammed into Amanda’s tight little pucker hole like a frenzied animal. He was making little grunting noises each time he came up against her shaking ass cheeks. They rutted together in perfect harmony. It was a symphony of Harry grunting and Amanda howling like a she wolf in heat.

They were so engrossed in their coupling that neither of them heard the downstairs door close. They didn’t hear Ms. Felicia St. James shout up to them to inquire if there was a problem.

When the bathroom door opened, Harry was on the verge of another momentous release of yet another load into Amanda’s posterior.

“Harry, put away that cock and get off that creature immediately! Amanda, get you gone, girl. Leave this mortal at peace.”

Amanda slunk out of the bathroom shooting daggers with her eyes at Lizzie. She did not appreciate being interrupted in her interactions with a bound soul. She ached deep inside for more release of her physical juices. Her long deprivation of sexual activity had spurred her to take full advantage of Harry’s willing libido. She knew she was wrong, but her need was great and she would suck this mortal man dry to satisfy her desperate need.

Harry was confused and in a state of flux. He knew his seed had to spill but his lovely ghost girl was no longer present to take it from him. He saw Lizzie in front of him and instinctively pushed her head down between his legs to relieve his need to release his pent-up spunk.

Lizzie could see Harry was in a bad way. The ghost girl had brought him to the height of sexual passion and then she had interrupted the coupling. She resigned herself to taking the throbbing cock into her mouth and started to suck Harry with a determination to drain him of his other worldly aroused fluids.

Harry wasted no time. Almost as soon as her was buried inside Lizzie’s mouth, he placed his hands on the back of her pretty head and pushed her in tight to his heated loins. The spurting of his cream was instantaneous. Poor Lizzie took it all to the back of her throat and swallowed it all down into her belly.

Harry regretted using Lizzie as the first available repository for his cum output. He didn’t know what had come over him to be so demanding and to degrade Lizzie with his desperate need to shoot his load.

Lizzie laughed at his mortified face and assured him it was all quite “satisfactory” and that she had enjoyed his frenzied use of her mouth to relieve his unremitting urge.

She explained to Harry that both Amanda and Amy were possessed of the spell that bound them to any owner of the Hathaway Mansion. They were destined to haunt the house forever until it no long stood.

Harry had always believed the twin sisters to be benign ghosts and it was difficult to accept Lizzie’s warning about the ghostly sisters intentions. However, her hand on his cock and her tongue in his mouth made him a lot more receptive to her point of view.

Lizzie invited him to a special meeting of the Salem Witch Watchers club at 2300 hours Friday night. He was interested to see what the beliefs of the local townspeople were about witches as haunting ghosts. She told him something “special” always happened at midnight every Friday the 13 th in Salem town. Lizzie told him to dress casual and save all his creamy cum for her because right after the meeting they would break in her new bed the old fashioned way.

She forgot to tell him there would be 13 of them in the bedroom including Harry. He was to be the final member of her new coven.