Outside a storm raged as rain pounded against the roof and thunder rumbled through the night. A bolt of lightening pierced the sky, casting shadows of the old oak against my bedroom walls while the howling breeze caused a low limb to scrape menacingly across my window pane. It was all very cliché. It was Halloween, all Hallows' eve, Samhain. That time when the dead walk the earth, and the spirits can commune with the living. Call it whatever you like, it was my favorite time of year. First, I love to be scared. All that adrenaline and those endorphins pumping through my system were a complete rush. And second, I love that the stories on Literotica turn a bit darker.
Tonight I was lying in bed reading new story posts on Literotica. I had been through a few posts already, but this story had my heart racing as a young co-ed was taken in a haunted house by a ghoul, a werewolf and a vampire. As I read on I found myself rubbing my legs together to ease the ache which had started to develop. Unconsciously, my hand found its way beneath my nightshirt and I pulled the offending garment off. My fingers ran back and forth along my slit and slipped into my wet pussy. I withdrew my fingers and used the slick moistness to massage my throbbing clit. I gasped in pleasure, but it wasn't enough. Reaching into my "toy" drawer, I found my favorite dildo. It was average sized, purple, and realistically shaped. I brought the purple head up to my lips and sucked the length of it into my mouth.
I read on as the co-ed sucked off the vampire while the werewolf ate her dripping pussy and the ghoul plucked and twisted her double D's. I sucked on the purple phallus as if I were willing it to shoot its load deep into my throat. The vampire now had a hold on the co-ed's head, slamming his cock into her mouth. He began to moan as he thrust faster and faster against the co-ed's pierced tongue. But before the vampire in the story came, I slammed the dildo into my dripping pussy.
I moaned at the delightful intrusion. My right hand continued to slam the dildo between my dripping cunt lips as my left hand grabbed and twisted my nipples. I pinched and tugged and twisted, imagining some lover's hands abusing my large nipples. I imagined him sucking them greedily into his mouth, biting them and making me cry out. The pain taking my pleasure another step higher.
I continued the ministrations on my nipples as my other hand continued to roughly slam the purple cock into my sopping pussy. I imagined my lover's weight upon me as he pistoned in and out of my tight hole. The imagined weight of him thrilled me.
As I read on, the co-ed was now screaming around the ghoul's cock as the werewolf drove into her tight cunt and the vampire pierced her virgin ass. The mental image along with the purple phallus vigorously rubbing my g-spot had me groaning and coming just as the co-ed screamed out in ecstasy from her double penetration. My cunt convulsed around the dildo. I always seem to come harder when there is some imagined ass play involved.
I was panting against my pillow as my hands fell away from my body. The purple dildo slipped easily from between my quivering pussy lips. I closed my eyes and imagined the weight of my lover collapsing on top of me. I imagined the rasp of teeth against my swollen nipples. I imagined how the weight of him as he collapsed exhausted over me would make it difficult to take a deep breath. I imagined the panting breath of my lover against my neck. I missed that heavy heat and the pressure a real body would produce.
After several moments, my breathing slowed and I used the back button on my browser to return to the new stories portal. I was still horny. I was surprised when I noticed a new story had been posted this late in the night. I read the screen: Be Careful What You Wish For. It was listed as erotic horror and its description simply said: 'read me if you dare'.
I clicked on the story and was again surprised to see only one sentence. The words ran together, so I read them out loud to make sense of them:
Comeinfromthedarkmyprinceandenteryourwillinghost.
A loud clap of thunder startled me from the computer screen. It was one of those thunder booms which seemed to roll on forever. It shook the bed and as it continued, made the windows rattle and the floors vibrate. The wind outside seemed to have stopped for the moment, but I could still hear the staccato beat of rain against the roof.
When I turned my attention back to the computer screen, I was back in the new story portal. I lay and watched the lightening flash through the bedroom windows for a few moments as the thunder continued its chorus of claps and rumbles. Usually a good thunderstorm put me right to sleep, but tonight I just felt horny. Too long without a man in my life I supposed. Dildos were okay. But nothing can replace the heat of a man. Or the feeling of his body pressing against you. Or the rasp of a tongue or the sting of teeth. I sighed and rolled over to open a new story. This one about a graveyard and awakening vengeful spirits.
The story started off with the typical boy and girl on their way to a party. As the story continues the boy says something and pisses the girl off. The girl then runs into a graveyard and the boy leaves her there alone. The workup to this story was taking way too long and I was ready to use the back browser to chose another story when a strong gust of wind made the low branch on my tree scrape across my window. It was like nails on a chalk board and my train of thought was temporarily broken.
I continued with the story. Now the girl was caught in a rainstorm and seeking shelter in an old mausoleum. It seemed someone else was also taking shelter from the storm in the stone building. A tall handsome man who soon was soothing the young girl's hurt feelings with his hands and his mouth.
I reached down and began to finger my pussy again as I read on. I was wet again. Or still. And as my fingers pinched my engorged clit, I once again slammed the purple dildo home. As I continued to read, the girl was pushed face first into the wall as her new companion knelt behind her and greedily lapped up the juices from her dripping pussy.
I continued to stroke my own pussy with the purple phallus. But as I continued to stroke in and out of my slippery channel it felt as if someone else's hand was guiding my own. The strokes became quicker, driving the purple cock deeper. It wasn't long enough to reach my cervix, but I suddenly wanted it to be. I wanted to feel that delightful pain when someone repeatedly slams into that wall, bottoming out in the moistness. Bruising, sweet pain. I moaned and rolled onto my back, completely forgetting the story.
