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  • The Haunted house

    Chapter by Tuffnuttertiff · 08 Nov 2026
  • Ghost need bodies and two horny men provide them for a cost
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  • I keep having the same dream. In it, my best friend and I get taken to a haunted house where our bodies get possessed by horny ghosts. They keep us in a state of arousal, and we're made to give our bodies to a string of big cocks. Every time I climax, the ghost gets ejected from my body because of the pleasure. And that's when I wake up.

    Except it's not a dream. It's really happening.

    I'm on all fours. Rebecca's next to me, and we're both getting fucked. The cock ramming my pussy feels enormous, cold and thick and impossibly deep, and it's making me shake. Pleasure hits me and I want more. More cock, any hole to fuck, please. Then I shudder as the ghost flies back into my body through my ass, popping in and dragging a deep moan out of me. My body pulses. My eyes roll back. I want to serve. I want to be used. I want the ghosts to work my holes until I'm nothing but a wet noise on the mattress.

    But let me back up.

    It started as a dare. Eric and Blake, our smug friends who always think they know everything, bet us we wouldn't spend a night in the old Calloway house on the edge of town. Rebecca and I had put away a few beers on the porch first, so we were feeling brave. Or stupid. Same thing, honestly.

    "You know it's not actually haunted, right?" Eric said, unlocking the front door. "Not in the scary way. The Calloway sisters ran a boarding house here back in the day. Very friendly boarding house. When they died, they stuck around. They can't come through walls. They need a door."

    "A door," I repeated. "Like, a front door?"

    Eric pushed it open and waved us in. "Like the doors between your legs. Pussy or ass. That's the only way in."

    Rebecca snorted. "You're such a dork."

    Blake grinned behind her. "He's not wrong. You have to invite them. Say 'open house' and mean it."

    "And then what?" Rebecca laughed. "A ghost pops out of my coochie and makes me breakfast?"

    "No," Eric said, far too serious. "Then you have the best wet dream of your life. Until you come. Then they get ejected. Then another one takes a turn."

    I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. "You two …
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