The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... there.

They had long dark hair down almost to their waist. Their faces were murky, sort of there, sort of not, their features indistinct. From what I could make out I would say they were in their late twenties or early thirties. They looked like twins. Not my twin daughters, but other twins. They wore short green silk robes with a floral pattern that clung to their well-proportioned bodies.

They looked down at me.

I tried to say something that was a cross between “who are you” and “what the fuck”, but with the cloth in my mouth – which was also now visible – what came out was a soft “mmf fmmm mmfffff”.

I had never believed in ghosts, never seen anything that might pass as a ghost, never heard any unexplained voices or footsteps, never had any kind of an experience like this. It was entirely novel. My gut reaction was to try to run away, but unfortunately I was tied down by now-visible ropes.

The girl on my left knelt down on the bed next to me and leaned forward. She pressed her face next to the side of mine and gently blew in my ear. She smelled of sandalwood and burnt sulfur. I could feel her dark hair, soft and warm, against my cheek and neck. She pressed her cheek softly against mine, then slid her face down to my neck, kissing me beneath my ear. As she knelt beside me my eyes found (almost of their own accord) the widening gap in her robe, exposing more of her pale white cleavage. She pulled my T-shirt up and slid her fingers up my chest, pinching one of ...

... my nipples as she ran her tongue around my neck and back up to my cheek. Her robe pressed open wider and one of her breasts slipped completely free, revealing a hard, erect nipple at the top of a wide aureole.

Her sister slipped onto the bed and straddled my knees, running her hands up and down my thighs. As she spread her legs her robe gapped, revealing a dark bush covering thick lobes. She undid my belt and pulled my shorts and underwear down, exposing my cock.

I have to admit, despite having two gorgeous, ghostly women giving me all their attention, there was nothing about this whole affair that struck me as erotic. I was tied down against my will. I had a wife I loved and two grown college-aged daughters I also loved downstairs. What I was seeing and feeling was scientifically impossible. I wanted nothing to do with this and I was not aroused in the slightest. Probably there was some part of my inner manhood that was mortified by the fact that I was as soft as overcooked linguine – but on the face of it, the idea of me having my cock in some ghost chick’s vagina was terrifying.

I struggled against the ropes that bound me, to no avail. They were secure. I looked down. The first girl had stripped and now had my T-shirt pulled all the way up to my neck. She was running her tongue across my chest, licking my nipples. The other girl still had her robe partly on, and she was bending over, her lips hovering above my shriveled meat.

The very, very last thing I wanted ...