Haunted House Fuck: I Might Have Banged A Ghost

I never intended to have a haunted house fuck.

In fact, a haunted house fuck or encounter of any kind wasn’t on my mind when my friends invited me to a haunt.  It’s the scary season, and so my friends wanted to go visit a haunted house. I, of course, wanted to bang, but that’s because I’m perpetually horny.

Luckily, my friends brought someone with the same mindset. He was about my height and built like a hockey player. As I pulled up to the house in my Tahoe, I mentally debated whether or not I could get this guy to sleep with me.   And I’m a girl who loves a challenge. Mentally, I began to run through scenarios in which he and I would have a haunted house fuck.

I parked the car and climbed out, giving them all a wave. “Evening, ladies,” I told them, staring up at the old abandoned house. Sure, it was a little dilapidated, but that was normal for the area. I wasn’t about to go inside for foxes. “What’s the story?”

“A few people at my church say they’ve seen strange sights and sounds here,” one of my friends told me. “So, we’re going to investigate.” She held out a bunch of strange equipment, smiling. Apparently, there’s a whole paranormal investigation niche on YouTube she wanted to dive into.

I looked at the man as she explained. In response, he shrugged at me and shook his head. Good; us being on the same confused page meant a haunted house fuck was 1000x more likely.

“I’ll stay here for moral support. Plus, I’ll charge anything that runs out of batteries,” I replied. I did not shy away from ogling the man up and down, checking him out. In return, he did the same to me, his pupils wide.

Victory. A quick haunted house fuck was on the table.

“Fine, fine,” the other friend stated. “We’ll go in, then, scaredy cat.” They grabbed their equipment and entered through a squeaky door, leaving me and their male friend behind.

I wish I could say that I said something witty, or cool. Additionally, I wish I was suave. Even so, after a few moments, I was in the back of my Tahoe and his head was between my legs. Our haunted house fuck was go!

He wasn’t shy about eating me out, either. In fact, there was no hesitation from him- he didn’t have any qualms with eating a girl out. His sticky spit was ample lubricant for his tongue as he spit on my pussy, using that tongue of his to circle around my opening. His fingers, cold from the temperature, felt great inside my pussy. After an orgasm hit me, I began to wonder if temperature play might be my thing.

After he made me squirt over his face, he gave me a grin and climbed on top of me, very much wanting to put the “fuck” into our haunted house fuck. Then, he pulled out his cock and rubbed it against my wet, soaking pussy. As if by instinct, I groaned, attempting to wrap my legs around him. I too, wanted more than oral.

Instead, he pushed down on my thighs, putting himself into a mating press. Quickly, he thrust downwards, filling me to the brim. Despite having only a little room with a car roof, he nonetheless went hard, drilling into my pussy with abandon. My eyes went wide and I gasped. I felt so full of his warmth. Plus, each time his cock twitched, little tinges of pleasure flitted through me. As he pounded away, I couldn’t help the gasps and moans that escaped me.

His cock was incredible.

He fucked me harder than I ever had before, haunted house or not, and it wasn’t long before I was cumming again. This time, my back arched and my toes curled as the waves of pleasure crashed down upon me, filling me. I let out a long moan and he, too, gave a few more grunts and thrusts before emptying completely inside me, spilling his cum everywhere.

I don’t know where he went after that haunted house fuck. In fact, all I heard was a car rumble and tires on gravel, like a car was pulling away. Sighing, I dressed myself and waited for my friends to come back out. As soon as they did, I asked for the guy’s number.

“What are you talking bout, Elise?” One friend asked. “We kept it a girls-only trip!”

Maybe I had more ghost exposure than I thought!

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