The Red Lock Hostel just opened the weekend I came to Tucson. It's located pretty out of the way from the main part of town, but still accessible by bus. The hostel took my breath away when I approached and saw it was a recently restored two-story Victorian mansion with a tower. Once checked-in, the Host put on a cheesy grin and informed me that the hostel was haunted and to please stay clear of the door to the tower, which I would recognize from the red lock fastened to it. As a mischievous grin spread across his pale face, he slipped me a piece of paper with his phone number on it and said, "Don't hesitate to call if you need...assistance." His eyes drifted downward, following my shape.
I blushed compulsively and felt blood rush to certain parts of my body in a way that was only natural. The primal reaction quickly returned to sensibility; I was of half a mind to take my business elsewhere, but I merely glowered and made a note to crucify the Host in my online review of the hostel.
I found my way to my assigned bunk in an all-gender room. In their bunks, two young men conversed casually; briefly, they paused to check me out. I was annoyed, yet oddly aroused by how much I'd been ogled since I stepped foot in the hostel. The two guys used their charm and flirted with me from the minute I set my bags down to dinnertime in the community kitchen. They were quite attractive. So, naturally, I contemplated their offer to go out to a bar. But, as a lonely travelling lady, I needed to stay safe and opted to stay in and go to sleep early.
When the boys left, I snuggled in my bunk feeling awfully lonely. I turned out the light and laid down; I admit I began to touch myself a bit under the covers. A breeze passed through the room, sending chills down my spine. I pulled my blanket a bit closer.
A low groan came from the foot of my bed and I bolted upright, but no one was there. Something warm began to touch my feet, and when I screamed my blanket fell down to reveal my hard nipples beneath my camisole. Before I could scream again, a warm but invisible solid jammed into my mouth. Yet again, I heard a low groan, but this time, the ghost -- yes ghost -- began to feel my entire body, tenderly. It had no defined shape. It molded to mine, pressing every part of me in ways I did not dare to admit pleased me.
Realizing I was helpless, and no one would hear me to save me, I gave in once the ghost had touched me to the point of need. I lost myself, and wanted more. I began sucking on the invisible tendril in my mouth, which resulted in another groan. So I sucked harder, opening my legs as another warm tendril slid down my panties. It was like my own self-pleasure, but with no hands.
As I sucked and drooled all over what I guessed was one of many ghost cocks in the room, the one in my panties rubbed my clit until my own wetness started getting in the way. Another low groan as the tendril in my mouth grew fatter. I got a small taste of something...minty...ghost precum? I got excited and started gagging myself, simultaneously wanting my mouth full of minty ghost cum and for it to fuck me.
I felt the ghost wrap itself around me, flipping me over face-down and holding my hands behind my back. I kept sucking and kept my rhythm on the tendril in my mouth. It got harder still as the one near my lower half ripped my panties off entirely. I was so ready, but it started to play with the wrong hole! I was an anal virgin. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I didn't want it to stop.
The next thing I knew, it was applying calculated pressure and began using my own juices as lube. I must have been really tight because before the lower tendril got even an inch into me from behind, the one in my mouth exploded its minty goodness down my throat. It began to groan and press deeper into my ass, but it was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and a light in the hallway. I panicked, as must have ghost, because it gave one last push in my ass -- causing me to let out a yelp -- and it was gone.
"Wait, no! Please you have to fuck me!" I yelled desperately, but it was gone.
I was so beside myself, I had not noticed my two male roommates staring aghast at my ass in the air from the doorway.
"Oh fuck, Eric. Looks like she regretted not joining us after all!" said the black-haired roommate, Bill, to the other. The blonde, Eric, chuckled and circled around my bunk to get a look at me from the side. It took me a moment to realize I could move again. I scrambled around and wrapped myself in my blanket, feeling insanely embarrassed and unsure of how to handle myself.
Eric sat down on my bed next to me and put his arm around me, "Hey now," he said as the electric current poured from his fingers and traveled down by entire body. "There's no need to be shy, little lass. It looks like you have some needs, and my friend Bill and I here...are happy to help." He smiled genuinely as if to give some reassurance, but clearly his intentions were far from innocent.
My silence seemed to give me away, as a mischievous light flashed before Eric's eyes and he slowly reached out for my neck with a large, strong hand. A heat wave crashed over me when he grabbed me, for he was actually solid and I could see the strength behind his actions. He pushed me slightly down onto the bed, and I complied. He started making out with my little neck and whispered in my ear, "Yes?"
I gulped...and nodded slightly. He gave my neck a squeeze, and I made eye contact with Bill who was now just a foot away. I bit my lip at the sight of him looking at me hungrily. "Yes," I confirmed quietly.
The next thing I knew, both Bill and Eric were on my bed, exploring my body, rubbing their warm hands up and down my shirt, which obscured almost nothing. Eric continued to make out with my neck, and then Bill went a little lower and took one of my nipples into his mouth, which he was delighted to find pierced.
I needed more though; this torture had gone on long enough. I sat up slightly, and tried to put a hand on each of their crotches, hoping they would get the hint. They didn't miss a beat and immediately took off their primary layers of clothing. I was visibly excited; I couldn't stop staring. Eric noticed and brought himself closer to me, whereas Bill traveled further south. I explored Eric's full bulge through his boxer briefs and begged him with doe-like eyes to let me taste. Meanwhile, I also felt a warm breath on my thighs. Bill moaned, "Mmm, she's already been at work it seems. Couldn't wait for us to get back? You could have called, you know."
Should I tell them about the ghost? They probably wouldn't believe me anyway, and I was too horny to even care. I merely squirmed in place and whimpered, which seemed to be a satisfactory response. Bill then slid his tongue on either side of my lips, teasing me and causing my pussy to ache that much more. Finally, his lips gently wrapped themselves around my clit before slipping his tongue inside me. God, it felt so good and warm. He wasn't playing nice though; he played around with my wetness, my patience, and my pleasure to his heart's content.
But I could hardly pay attention to that feeling once Eric took out his cock and began teasing me with it. He would just barely touch it to my lips--the ones attached to my head, avoiding me every time I stuck out my tongue to try to get a taste. I had to fight for it! He was massive, and I apparently fought hard enough because it was deep down my throat just a short moment later. It was so different from the ghost's cocks (or could it have been ghosts' cocks?), much warmer with a more distinct taste, more manly and human.
