While waiting for word on our house offer, our lives sank quickly back into the norm. No interest in sex on Kelly's part, but a higher sense of frustration on mine. But the events surrounding the showing got my curiosity up, so I visited the local library and did some research on the houses history. What I found was VERY interesting.
The house was built by a wealthy industrialist in the 1870's for his wife. Unfortunately for him, her sexual appetites were not met by him due, primarily, to press of business. The end result was that she entertained men in her new abode on a regular basis. Unfortunately for her, he came home early on afternoon, catching her 'in flagrante dilecto' , in the embrace of three unclothed gentlemen. Losing total control, he shot her, emptying his pistol into her, paying particular attention to her sperm dripping mons. While fumbling to reload his pistol, the three gentlemen left swiftly, not caring about being seen semi-naked escaping from the building.
The cuckolded husband was tried and acquitted, but could not bear living in the house. And it drove him to suicide. The house passed through a series of short term owners, many of whom claimed to hear voices, moaning, or seeing ghosts, mostly in the attic. Not that I believed in haunting spirits, but I thought it might be fun to try an experiment, once the house was ours, to see if ,indeed, I owned a house haunted by a nymphomaniac.
A few days later, we got word that the house was ours, and began planning on moving our stuff in, and filling the remainder of the house with reproductions and antiques, hoping to give our guests a 'time warp' experience. Our first job, was to see exactly what was in the attic, since all but the fainting couch were still covered by sheets and layers of dust.
I sent Kelly up first, indicating that I would be up shortly to help move the furniture where we wanted to. Finishing up some business on my computer, I walked quietly up to the attic. By the time I got to the top of the stairs all the dust covers were off and Kelly was lying on the fainting couch, eyes closed, panties around her ankles, and two fingers buried in her moist pussy and her other hand pinching her nipple. She did not see or hear me coming and I stood in the doorway until she orgasmed, moaning and shuddering under the impact of her digital stimulation.
When she opened her eyes, I fully expected her to freak out. To my surprise (and delight) she stared me in the eye, opened her legs and throatily whispered, "Come and taste me." Dropping my jeans, next to hers, I fell to my knees, lowered my face to her dark bush, and extended my tongue to feather the outer lips of her steamy gash. She squirmed and moaned, pushing her pubic bone up to meet my tongue as it slid inside her wetness. Sucking on the soft folds, I tasted the sweet saltiness of her swollen sex, telling her how delicious she was and how I would love to have her for dinner. She responded by grabbing my head and pulling it into her sopping snatch. With my nose now surrounded by the fragrant flaps of her vagina, I breathed in the perfume of her luscious cunt. By now my cock was almost painfully erect. I wanted, no, I needed to cum and I wanted to fill every hole in her body with my essence. Working hard to control my urges, I continued to feast on her flesh, particularly her now prominent clitoris, which I sucked on like a baby does a breast, making her thrash and moan as I did so.
As her orgasm wracked her body, she screamed, coming for the second time in a very short while. Unwilling (or unable) to stop I continued my ministrations to her freshening cunt, pulling her over the edge again, and again, until she came so hard that she squirted her thick, honey onto my tongue, face and chin.
Pulling my face from her oozing gash, I stood up, cock dangling in her face. "Now where do you want it?" I demanded.
Staring up at me, a look of total lust in her eye, she answered, " Fuck my face! Make me choke on it" Before I could move she grabbed the shaft and pulled it to her open mouth. She moaned as the shaft slid between her lips. She grabbed the cheeks of my ass and, digging her nails into the round globes she took me in to the hairs, sucking voraciously.
I felt something twisted, almost evil, enter my brain and body, at this point. It was almost as if I wanted to treat her like a whore, even though I knew she wasn't one. I felt the crown of my cock as it hit the back of her mouth and pushed it down her throat. She coughed, tried to pull back, but I forced it down. Grabbing her head with one hand, holding it in place I thrust in and out several times, ignoring the gagging sounds emanating from her ravaged throat. Watching her struggle with my meat in her face, ropes of drool connecting her lower lip and her breasts, made me smile. "You like my cock, don't you?" I asked. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears, but with an evil twinkle in them as well, and nodded her head. Removing her left hand from my butt cheek she cupped my balls, rolling them in the palm of her hand. Her middle finger scratched the skin between my ass and my nuts, causing my prick to jump. Then she introduced the finger to my pucker, pushing in and wiggling it.
That pushed me to the brink. I pulled out of her throat, held her mouth open, and roared. as my cock erupted, spilling my hot seed onto her waiting tongue.
Still holding her mouth open, she stood pushed me down on the couch and smiled, sending a cascade of semen down on her breasts, belly and pubic hair. "Clean me off!" she demanded, shoving a cum covered nipple to my mouth.
I couldn't believe that this was my shy, non-sexual wife standing naked in front of me ordering me to lick my sperm from her tits and cunt. But it was, and I felt almost powerless to resist. I licked and sucked, first one, then the other, careful to wipe away as much of me as I could, working my way down her body. Noisily sucking the globs of congealing fuck cream, I noticed that I was still hard, and still horny. Was this room really possessed?
After licking the viscous fluid from her matted bush and probing her slit with my tongue, I, too, stood up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips, settling her still moist velvet cuntlips on my raging hard-on. She kissed me deeply, thrusting her cum covered tongue between my teeth. At last she broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Empty your balls in me! Make me cum again. I feel so wicked." then she began bouncing on my cock in earnest, intent on milking my testicles dry.
I walked her across the room until we could see each other in the full length mirror. Now she could see the act as well as feel it. Taking a cue from her previous act, I repositioned her so I could tickle her asshole and caress her churning pussy with a free hand. Slowly, I pushed a finger inside, amazed that I could feel my cockshaft through the membrane between her rectum and her finger filled snatch..
Squealing with delight, she bounced faster and faster, her breath becoming more ragged as she neared yet another orgasm. "Oh God! Fuck my ass with your finger! " She screamed as the muscles in her vagina pulsed and squeezed my invading cock . She pressed her lips to mine and shoved her tongue fully into my mouth. I came and came hard, grunting into her open mouth. Pulling out and spreading her legs , I showed her in the mirror, the rivulets of cum as they dripped from her stretched, ravaged pussy, and dripped down her thighs to the floor.
Saying no more, we silently dressed, and returned to the main floor, where the old Kelly returned. She went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and came out asking me what the hell I had done to her. "Did you drug my coffee, you bastard? How the hell did you make me do all those disgusting things?"
I shrugged my shoulders, telling her I had no idea why we did what we did. "But, didn't you enjoy it just a tiny bit?" I asked, "You sure seemed to get into it at the time."