John and Sandy had been dating for over a year and had been sexually involved for a majority of that time. It was always really hot sex between them, even though they were only 18 years old and had only messed with 1-2 other people besides each other. Sex lately though had become routine and it was driving them both nuts.
Only people who have been in a relationship for a while can understand what routine sex really means. Is it bad sex?? No not at all, but at the same time it isn't the hot and heavy stuff that we, especially the teenagers, really want to be having.
However, though they were both not completely content with their sex life it was John that decided to put a new spin on it. He wanted to take Sandy up to the old house on Halloween night. Rumor had it that it was haunted and he felt sure that it would add a whole new element to their sex if the fear of ghosts was upon them as well.
You know the typical setting of a haunted house, high up on a hill that only it presided, broken windows and things of that nature, though no one was ever really sure what had caused it to come to disrepair. John went up there the day before and carried with him a blanket, some sandwich bread and a bag of chips in case they wanted a snack. He would bring the rest of the supplies (sandwich meat and sodas) when he brought Sandy up to the house the next night.
Anticipation over the sexual encounter that he hoped this would become had his cock hard and throbbing all through that night and Halloween day. John wasn't sure what made him so certain that it would be a Halloween to remember but he just couldn't help thinking that it was bound to be the best Halloween of his short 18 years.
When he told Sandy of his idea though the next evening, she was somewhat less than thrilled with the idea of it. First and foremost she was sure that John had lost his mind wanting to take her to the spookiest house in town on the spookiest night of the year, but secondly she just wasn't sure that was a place that they needed to be.
However since she rarely had the ability to tell John no about anything that he wanted to do, and even slightly curious as to what it would be like to be there with him intimately while waiting for other things to happen. Well of course she couldn't resist it all for long. With a slightly hesitating nod she told him that she would be willing to go, if he would make her one promise; "If I get too scared of being there, we will leave, no matter what we are doing at the time."
By this time with his cock throbbing all day long he was more than willing to say anything to get her up that hill and into that house. He even wondered if he would have the ability to hold out on the sex in order to make her more comfortable with being there. His over all plan was for the two of them to stay there the entire night and if he fucked her too quickly, chances are the night would be over for both of them. And he wasn't ready to take that chance.
At about 9pm, after all the trick or treating kids were on their way home and getting ready for bed, John was just heading to Sandy's house to pick her up for a Halloween party of their own. She was ready and waiting when he first knocked on the door. She looked great to him. She wasn't dressed for going to an old haunted house by any stretch of the imagination. She had on a black dress that cut off about mid thigh, black pumps, and from the image of her nipples poking though the tight fitting bodice of her dress John was almost certain she wasn't wearing a bra. He wondered for a moment if she was even wearing panties and decided that he wouldn't wait to find out the answer to that question for long.
"Hi John, I am almost ready, just need to go get my purse and then we can go. Do you still want to go to that old house though? I was thinking something more along the lines of dinner down by the lake."
John almost laughed at how she had so nicely tried to change his mind. "No, I think my idea still works the best for me. I want to be alone with you, and what better place for that then a place that no one uses?"
Sandy grudgingly admitted that he was right and they left soon after that heading for the old house. She still wasn't sure that she really wanted to be there, but had to hold back a laugh as she thought, "If it is what makes John happy and he does give me a mind blowing orgasm then it should be worth it."
Upon actually arriving at the house though, Sandy wished there had been some way she could have talked John out of it. The house reminded her so much of those old spooky Halloween stories that began something along the lines of, "When things go bump in the night, you had better watch out." Even she had to admit that was a rather silly idea but the house was horror movie set like all the way through. She really didn't think she wanted to be stuck here all night. Especially not tonight, even though having John around usually made her feel safe.
Each step they took up the stairs, they made a creaking and groaning sound. Sandy actually had to wonder a few times if tonight one of them would break a leg before they even got inside the house. She truly feared walking across the porch to the half open door, lest they do fall through and who knows what creepy things would be under the house.
They did survive the trek inside the house though and when Sandy saw the blankets and pillow on the floor, she couldn't help but think of how thoughtful John was. Obviously, he had already known that they could make it inside the house and at least into the living room without any problems with falling. Sandy wrapped her arms around him, admitting to herself that she shouldn't have doubted John to keep her safe.
What really surprised Sandy as she neared the blankets though was the bucket sitting over to the side of the room? Inside it was what appeared to be a bottle of something. Curiosity got the best of her and she had to walk over to find out what it was. It was a bottle of wine, that appeared opened and about half empty chilling in half melted ice. She went back to John and threw her arms around him, thanking him for the wine but stating that she wished he hadn't already sampled some of it before hand.
John denied knowledge of putting it there, much less sampling it before. Sandy realizing that he wasn't the white wine type still couldn't help but think he had something to do with it. So standing up on tip toes, she planted her mouth firmly against his and was soon trying to entice him to part his lips and allow her to come in and sample the taste of his kiss. Ever being the gentleman that he was, as well as being so horny, John quickly took her up on her offer. She slid her tongue into his mouth and began the ancient battle of tongues inside his mouth, both enjoying the taste of each other before he pushed her tongue back into her mouth so that he could go and plunder the recesses of her mouth.
As John kissed her he remembered again his theory that she wasn't wearing any panties, and he decided that now was as good a time as any to find out for sure. He began working the back of her dress up with his fingers, and when he felt the hem of her dress rise up to meet his fingers at her lower back he slid his hands down onto her bottom. He groaned into her mouth as he realized she was indeed bare bottomed and she groaned into his as he began to massage and squeeze her ass.
Back and forth their tongues parried, until both of them were panting for air and trembling with the need to take it further. They both realized that if they didn't slow down soon then the sex wouldn't be far behind, and even though Sandy wasn't sure she wanted to be in the old house, she did feel that she didn't want it to be over with so quickly. So, by mutual agreement, they decided to lay out the blanket and make a snack with the sandwiches John had brought as well as enjoy the wine that had mysteriously appeared.
They chatted over ham and cheese sandwiches and laughed at the "gourmet dinner" complete with white wine. It didn't take long for the wine to start making them a little tipsy since they were both young enough to have not really had much opportunity to drink. Though sandy was a lot more unaccustomed to it than John so she laid back on the blanket while he finished off his last drink, emptying the bottle.
When John had finished with his drink he happened to look towards Sandy and notice that in laying down her dress had ridden up, just barely keeping her pussy hidden from his eyes and once again his hormones controlled his actions as he reached out to lift the bottom of her dress higher to give him his first look at her neatly trimmed bush.
John could see her clit peeking out between the lips of her pussy and the bush covering them, and wondering if he could tease her without losing control of his own body and fucking her hard and deep like he wanted to. He decided to try it anyway since he really had nothing to lose, either way they would both enjoy the fuck they would have.
He began sliding his finger lightly up and down her slit, he felt the wetness from her pussy at his first pass over her slit, but wanted to keep her waiting for the better contact that would really make her cum. It didn't take long until she began thrusting her hips up against his fingers, trying to urge him into making more contact with either her swollen clit that was now well above the lips of her pussy or the hole down below it where her sweet nectar was waiting on him to enter her.
John made her wait a while longer before finally inserting one finger into her wet pussy and thrusting it in and out torturously slow, only letting his thumb lightly bump against her clit on the in thrust. Sandy thought she would go mad with the need to have his cock inside her and making her cum. She began to beg him with words to fuck her now; telling him that she needed to put something bigger inside her than his finger and would prefer it be his cock.
John knew that he couldn't tell her "no" but he also knew that he didn't want to fuck her right now either. He wanted to wait until she was thoroughly satisfied before he himself finished. It was that thought that brought an idea to his mind. He wondered what she would do or say if he used the bottle. Neither of them had ever used "sex toys" so they weren't readily available, but in order to make his cock last, use the slightly tapered neck of the wine bottle. "If nothing else he wanted to see her reaction to it" he thought smiling.
John felt sure that she was wet enough and ready enough to take the bottle inside her without discomfort but just to make sure he steadily rubbed her clit in circles as he slowly began to slide the end of the bottle inside her.
Sandy was surprised by the feel of the bottle entering her pussy, but was beyond caring what was inside her. John's fingers rubbing against her clit and the new idea of a bottle being inserted was more than she could bare and within seconds she was thrusting against the bottle, trying to force more of it into herself. John watched in amazement over her response to the bottle as she began thrusting onto it so hard that her pussy was taking in all of the neck to where it would stop slanting. He watched even that slip a little further inside as she called out that she was going to cum. He stopped thrusting the bottle into her pussy, and watched as her pussy attempted to clamp down on the bottle that he was holding.
