Elizabeth’s Haunting – Part One [Fiction] [MF]

The wind howled while the rain lashed at Elizabeth’s window as she lay awake in her bed. She hoped that the first night in her new house would be a good one and that she would fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. This turned out to not be the case. She wondered whether it was the sound of the ghastly weather or the stress of moving that kept her awake but she didn’t think so, it was something else. Some felt off but she couldn’t quite figure out. She knew all of the doors were locked and she was the only person in the house but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone.

Elizabeth lived on her own prior to purchasing her new home. She owned a crappy one bed apartment for years while she saved up the money to move into a proper house. After months of searching she managed to find a three bedroom detached house in the suburbs. The house itself was for sale at well below the expected market price but Elizabeth wasn’t going to argue, the house itself looked amazing and the survey came back with glowing results. Only when she went digging into the area did she finally realise why the house was so cheap. Several decades ago, the house was owned by a young man who tragically died in burglary gone wrong, the house had never sold because the locals believed it to be haunted.

As Elizabeth’s eyes began to close she heard a slam from elsewhere in the house.

“Hello?” She called as she sat bolt upright in bed. “Is anyone there?” She asked. No reply came. After a short time she finally plucked up the courage to investigate the noise. Elizabeth always slept naked so to cover herself she grabbed her dressing gown from the end of the bed and a flashlight before leaving her bedroom. She searched both of the other bedrooms and the bathroom only to find them both empty. Elizabeth crept downstairs and secured the front door before sweeping through the living room and kitchen until she reached the back door. A quick test of the handle confirmed that it too was locked. This meant there was only one last room to check, the attic.

The attic in Elizabeth’s home had been renovated and was presently being used for storage. As part of the renovation work, the hatch in the ceiling that was previously used had been removed and replaced with a set of stairs leading up. Elizabeth stood at the bottom of the stairs and stared up at the closed door at the top. She slowly began to ascend, each step making a dull creaking sound as she came to it. With each step she climbed, Elizabeth could feel the air grow cold until she reach the door blocked her way. She timidly turned the handled and carefully entered the room. Walking into the centre of the room she looked around, checking behind some of the higher stacks of boxes. As she peered behind one of the stacks, the door to the room slammed shut. Elizabeth darted over to the door to try and escape. She pulled at the door franticly to get it open to no avail, hearing the lock move across as she did so. A cold breeze tickled the back of her neck as she heard a voice manifest from the darkness.

“I wondered when someone new would move into my home.” A mysterious voice said.

“Who the fuck are you?” Elizabeth screamed in terror. No response came as the cold breeze blew harder. It rushed past the hem of her dressing gown, blowing it open slightly. “What do you want?” She shouted as the closed her gown again.

“This!” The voice announced as Elizabeth felt a hand reach into her closed gown and roughly grab her breast. She swung her flashlight wildly but it struck nothing but air. The light illuminated the room but Elizabeth could see no one in the room but herself. She felt another hand land on her soft skin, this time on the side of her face. A kiss touched her lips and the voice spoke to her once again.

“My name is Arthur. My spirit has been here for years. I crave the presence of woman. The last couple who lived here divorced shortly after the gentleman found out I was keeping his wife company while he was at work. Please allow me to properly welcome you to your new home.” Arthur whispered into Elizabeth’s ear. She paused briefly, considering the offer as the first hand continued to grope her breast. Elizabeth let out a soft moan as Arthur’s other hand slid down her chest, across her stomach and rested on top of her pussy.

“Well if you insist.” She uttered in a breathy tone. The spectre’s unseen form peeled off her dressing gown and allowed it to fall to the ground. Elizabeth now stood naked and trembling with anticipation. Two hands groped both of her breasts before they move to her hips and slide down until they sweep round and grimly grasp her ass. A tongue runs over her pussy as a gasp escapes her mouth. She reached down to grab Arthur’s head, once she had her target she pulled it in closer as she began to grind her hips to rub her lovers tongue and mouth over her clit. Just as Elizabeth’s pussy became wet, her mouth watered in kind and hungered for the taste of Arthur’s cock.

Arthur had to be on his knees as he ate her pussy, Elizabeth reasoned. She pushed his head back away from his feast and fell to her knees. She felt around to find his face and wrapped her arms around his neck before pulling him in to kiss him deeply. As their lips locked, Elizabeth could taste herself on Arthur’s lips and that thought drove her wild with desire. She threw her hand down to find Arthur’s cock and she was immediately greeted by a thick, throbbing member that she could barely wrap her hand around. She slowly ran her hand up and down the cock she had a firm grasp of. Even though she could not see it, she has a perfect vision of it in her head. It was long and thick with the pulsing veins clearly visible. As Elizabeth worked the throbbing shaft, she felt the abundance of precum dripping from tip. She could feel her heart race as the thought of taking his manhood in her mouth drove her next action.

Elizabeth pushed Arthur onto his back. She took a hold of his cock and returned to jerking it. Slowly running her hand over the tip of Arthur’s cock, Elizabeth kissed the bases of his shaft before she licked one his balls. She was not a selfish lover and she gave the same tenderness and treatment to his other ball as she licked the other leading up to a long run of the tongue from Arthur’s balls, up the shaft, pausing briefly to flick of the tip of his cock numerous times. The time had finally come, Elizabeth opened her mouth and proceeded to ravish Arthur’s cock. She sucked him off like a woman possessed, the moans she was hearing would only spur her on to please him more. Her head bobbed up and down with her hand moving in unison.

“I want my cock inside you!” Arthur groaned. Elizabeth smirked as she took his cock from her mouth. With a smile on her face she spat on his tip and rubbed it in to properly lube up the thick member that would shortly be deep inside her. Elizabeth moved herself on top and moved Arthur’s cock to her wet waiting pussy. Without saying a word she lowered herself onto it. It had been some time since she had been fucked and Arthur could tell as his thick cock stretched her tight pussy. Elizabeth was speechless as the girthy ghostly member spread her tight hole. Up until this point Arthur had been playing quite a passive role in their affair but that was about to come to an end. As Elizabeth bounced up and down on the throbbing member inside her, suddenly two hands grab her hips and firmly took control. Elizabeth was on top but at this point Arthur was definitely the one taking the lead. He put his feet flat on the floor to give himself a proper position before he proceeded to thrust furiously into Elizabeth’s dripping wet pussy. As Arthur unleashed himself upon her, Elizabeth fell forward and slammed her hands onto the floor to keep herself from face planting. As Arthur’s cock pounding deep inside her, she screamed at the top of her lungs with pure ecstasy. If anyone had been walking by the house at this moment they would have assumed another murder to be taking place.

“Oh god yes. I will never understand why people are afraid of ghosts. Oh fuck me Arthur!” Elizabeth screamed.

“With pleasure.” Arthur responded. He sat up with his cock still inside. Reversing their position, Arthur laid Elizabeth on the floor and grabbed her ankles. Pushing them to all the way back to her ears, he moved himself on top of her. This new position fully exposed her pussy to a truly deep fucking.

Arthur slowly drove his cock back inside. He kept pushing until his balls pressed up against her ass. He withdrew until he was on the verge of pulling out before he slammed his way back in. Arthur maintained this new motion, the length of his meat pleasing every inch of Elizabeth’s pussy. Her anticipation grew as she could feel waves of pleasure building in her nether regions but she was not the only one. She could her more groaning coming from her spectral lover. The pounding continued as Elizabeth felt the familiar twitch of a cock cumming inside her. Arthur dumped his hot load as she climaxed on his twitching cock.

“Welcome to your new home my dear. I will visit you again soon.” Arthur whispered as he faded away.

Elizabeth lay on the floor, worn out and thoroughly satisfied as Arthur’s ectoplasm leaked out of her. She reached over to her dressing gown and pulled out her phone. She opened her internet browser and typed into the search bar, “Most haunted locations.”

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