The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue

... of Bart’s thigh while squeezing a tit with the other hand. “You know, maybe make this show a little more...interactive?”

“If you make this worth my while, I’ll make it worth yours,” Bart said, the oily, sleazy smile on his face getting wider.

Lila unbuckled his jeans and pulled them and his tighty-whitey’s down. His cock was about average size and stuck up as soon as it cleared his jeans. Lila spit on it, and began sliding her hands up and down the shaft. Bart moaned.

Lila leaned back and started to pull off her T-shirt, then stopped.

“Close your eyes, baby,” she said, winking.

“Why do I have to close my eyes?” Bart said, his eyes narrowing. He glanced at me. “Is this some trick?”

I held up my hands. “You’ve won, buddy,” I said. “You’ve got my wife, you’ve got my daughters. What more do you want from me?”

The corner of Bart’s lip curled in another evil smirk. “Yeah, I guess I have. Hah.”

Fucking scum.

Angelina, still standing behind him, covered his eyes with her hands.

The second his eyes were covered, Mina and Callie reached down to the small purse Lila had brought. Inside were the Helmsworth pistols. A red glow suffused the room, and Dorothy and Lorelei flickered in, wearing the party dresses they were wearing the night they were murdered. Their foreheads bore bullet holes, their heads were half-missing, their face and dresses were coated in blood.

Lila slipped to the side and Dorothy knelt down, pulling Bart’s cock into her mouth, sliding ...

... her bloody lips all the way to the base. Lorelei stood behind her.

Bart, his eyes still covered by Angelina, moaned. “Fuck yeah, baby, suck that thing. Show your sorry old man over there what it looks like to suck a real man’s cock.”

I crept behind the chair and stood next to Angelina. I nodded. Angelina slowly removed her hands.

It was a really good thing it was hot out, so Bart had the A/C on and the windows closed. Because if the windows were open, the scream he let out would have brought the police from miles away.

“AAAAAAGH!” he screeched, in a voice that sounded more like a twelve-year-old girl than a guy in his mid-fifties. “WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! GET IT OFF ME!”

He tried to rise but I pushed him back in the chair and Dorothy continued to fellatiate him, the gaping wound in her head bouncing up and down as she sucked him. His aghast eyes roamed back and forth between her and Lorelei.

“What the fuck! What the fuck!” he kept repeating. He looked like he was about to go into shock, so I called off the Helmsworth twins and sent them into the other room for the moment. But even after they left, his eyes were wild.

He looked like he had seen a real, live ghost…

“Bart,” I said, kneeling down in front of him and trying to get him to look at me. “Bart, here…” I snapped my fingers in front of his face. Slowly the light came back on in his eyes, but they still roved anxiously around the room.

“Where are the ashes, Bart?” I said. “We can make the ...