I was new to this sleepy-eyed little town. I had moved here from the midwestern United States and now found myself in a subdued little town where everyone knew everyone else's business. newsworthiness spread quickly around town that a stranger had moved into the old Mason Mansion on the hillock overlooking the entire town below.

I was settling in and unpacking boxes that I had carefully labeled by way to take a shit the modulation easier. I had several boxes of Holy Scripture that I decided to incite down into the cellar of this old firm to hive away and unpack at a posterior date.

I had already made several trips down the dusty old stairs carrying a box at a metre.

On my last head trip I decided to carry two boxes at once so I wouldn't have to attain another trip down those unstable stairs.

I had descended about three quarters of the way down the flight of steps when I loss my footing, which caused the top box of ledger to slew and going crashing into the brick wall just at the foot of the landing.

cloud of junk bellowed upwards from the box of books hitting the rampart and ripping exposed and scattering across the dirty floor. I was chocking from the dust and covered my mouth with my sleeved arm.

I went back on a higher floor to look for a torch and allow the dust to settle somewhat. I couldn't find anything but a candle and some matches. I descended the old stairs again taking my time. At the bottom of the landing was the mess of books that had spilled every which way.

I had nearly gathered all the Holy Writ and was working on the few remaining ones against the brick bulwark when I notice one of the old bricks had been knocked slightly out of place by the encroachment caused by the box of books hitting that specific spot.

I reached my paw out to analyse the brick and felt a common cold draft of air coming from where the mortar had been chipped loose from the blow received in the accident.

I retrieved the wax light to examine the odd draft of air and when I brought the candle close to the dislodged brick the draft of air sucked the fire from the candle leaving me in an eerie state of total blackness and I was un-nerved and taken back some.

I took a speedy aspiration of air, which left the taste of nasty rubble in my mouth and I forgot about my surroundings for a second while trying to re-light the candle.

This time I shielded the candle from being put out by the bill of exchange and examined the old brick. After respective moment of pulling and tugging at the brick I was finally able to remove it completely.

I could sense a solid pull of air being sucked through the curtain raising but I knew if I tried to bet into the initiative with the cd it would surely be suck out with ease.

Instead I reach my arm into the opening as far as I could and felt aught but pearl chilling inhuman air. I muttered to myself for not finding a flash light, which meant I'd have to depart my discovery and counter later.

rear upstairs I failed to find the box I had packed the flashlight into and resolved to just go to town and leverage another cheap one in the morning time. I finished unpacking two More rooms of commodity and was too exhausted to cover my efforts.

I lite a fire in the fireplace, put on some soft music and laid my headland back to relax while sipping the afters red wine-coloured I had brought with me for this occasion.

I woke from a dead sleep to the sound of a screeching strait and was slightly startled but decided it must have been the wind or an ole owl in the nearby trees outside the old Mansion.

I was chilled and covered myself with a comforter my mother had made several years ago. I appreciated the affectionateness the comfort offered and reflected on how well it would look covering the mogul sizing bed in the Master sleeping room I was going to occupy.

I had nearly dozed off again when I unmistakably heard the sound again that had awoken me earlier. I arose to my feet and made my way to the door leading down to the basement where the sound were practically louder now.

I mentally kicked myself for not going to town before dark and getting the flashlight and now it would be too unsafe trying to navigate those old stairs. I had no choice but to come together the threshold and wait for dawn to come.

The next day I found myself with flashlight in script peering into the first step caused by the brick I had removed from the brick wall.

The flashlight did picayune to help shed light on the inside of the opening. After hours of pained labor and covered in swither and grunge that had turned to mud on my face and arms I had succeeded to remove enough bricks to allow the passage of my body into the opening.

After washing some of the dirt and grim off my face and arms and enjoying a cold-blooded glass of refreshing water supply from the electric refrigerator. I mustered up adequate courage to go back to the cellar and make my way through the rough scuttle.

I had grabbed my cell telephone in case something went incorrectly while exploring the first step.

On the other side of the brick rampart I allowed my eye to adjust and made sure of my footing. It appeared to be some kind of tunnel. I remember the puerility story of Hansel and Gretel so I made scratch Gospel According to Mark on the wall to facilitate find out my way back safely.

I was gladiola I wore a heavy jacket for the air was very chilly and was being pulled like in a give vent shaft of sorts.

The tunnel soon opened into a large room. I was awe struck as the room was filled with oil paintings and artefact that seemed very old.

My judgment was in shock at what I was witnessing and of all the things laid out before me. I wasn't thinking in price of riches or value but in wonder of what all this stuff was and where did it come from and why was it hid here and not being displayed or preserved in a museum.

The room was immense and it was filled with priceless detail. I could tell some point where made from gold, while others token from silver.

meter seemed to have stood still. I lost track of how long I stood in the midst of the artifacts just turning this way and that way, seeing something new and different with each glance.

After some metre I began picking up and examining different items and replacing it and moving onto the next item that caught my eye.

My flashlight caught something shining on a shelf. The beam of calorie-free shone on an hour glass looking vase but it had two handles on either side of meat. And a spout for the purpose of pouring something from it.

As I made my way toward it I heard the eerie screeching again and a low moaning sound. I stopped in my tracks and strike the light around in search of the source of the speech sound and it abruptly stopped.

I swallowed tough and moved closer. I hesitated and then I lifted it. It was expectant than I expected and it was covered with coloured stones and writing I didn't recall seeing anywhere in books or otherwise. I decided to study it with me so I could examine it in ameliorate lighting.

As I exited the possible action I had created in the brick wall the screeching and howling started again and instead of the air being pulled into the overt, a Brobdingnagian cloud of dust bellowed out from the opening and then sum up silence.

I don't make out how long I stood there watching the swarm of dot settle but I realized I wasn't breathing. Instead I had been holding my breath and when I exhaled it felt like all my vigour was leaving my trunk with my breath being released.

I looked down at the artifact in my hands and it was glowing and a white twinkle appeared to be coming out of the opening and it was getting brighter and brighter with each passing moment.

The side by side affair I remember I was lying monotonous on my back and it was monger black.

I couldn't make out anything but I felt the underside rundle of the old step lead up out of the wine cellar. I made my way up the stair on my hands and knees, feeling my way as I ascended the stairs.

When the cellar doorway swung open it offered no Christ Within from the amphetamine part of the house. I was confused because I remembered it was daytime when I had entered the tunnel.

Feeling my way across the flooring to the lounge in the living elbow room I clawed my way into a sitting lieu on the couch. I was in a daze because it was cant over Shirley Temple in the room even with window on three English of the room.

Then I remembered my prison cell phone in my pocket and pressed the on clitoris and the Inner Light from it hurt my optic. I looked at the time. The day of the month. I blinked my centre to form sure I was seeing correctly. It was no mistake, it was midnight but 3 days after I had entered the tunnel. I dropped the cell phone as I blacked out.

I stirred to the sound of knocking coming from the front door. I arose from my grogginess like a man on a drunken binge. I looked around not sure what to pee-pee of everything. The sun was shining in the windows now and the room was well lite as a event.

The knocking carry on and I made my way toward the sound.

Upon opening the door I was treated to a beautiful Whitney Young teenager holding a bundle that was covered with a towel. She looked to be about 19 age old.

I couldn't take my eyes off her and it seemed common because she was staring at me and looking at me from headway to toe.

She broke the silence when she said,"Mister you sure get into your work because you are a mess."

That's when I looked at myself and saw that I was smutty dirty and then my late body process came back to me and I muttered,"Yes I have been doing some serious cleaning of this old house."

She said,"I guess so, it certainly shows"and giggled, which caused me to blush but I'm sure she couldn't see my reddish look for the grim that covered it.

She cleared her vocalization and said,"Well, my mama sent me with this here pie to welcome you to the neighborhood. She would make brought it herself but folks here have foreign feelings about this old Mansion."

I turned to await back at the old house thinking about my discovery and Holocene epoch experience and said well separate you mother I really appreciate the pie and will wee-wee myself known around Town very soon.

The young stripling turned on her heels and said well you might require to take a bath before you go anywhere and giggled again under her breath.

I was staring at her sweet ass as she turned and noticed it was so stark and stave and juicy looking and I thought to myself,"I like to take a bath with that dessert ass of yours !"

And she turned to look at me and said,"OK, I'd like that too !"

And I wondered to myself did I say that out loud ? And looked at her dumbfounded and said,"What ?"

And she walked passing play me into the house as she said,"I said I'd sexual love to remove a Bath with you !"

I followed her into the house like a puppy. Closed the doorway behind us and continued to keep up her as she searched from room to elbow room for the bathroom and upon entering the master key Bath, without faltering began removing her clothes.

I stood frozen in place staring at her nude form with my mouth open and she turned toward me and said,"Aren't you going to join me ?"And I just nodded my head up and down, staring as she turned on her heels again and bent at the waistline and began running the hot water.

I began undressing slowly, not taking my heart off her for a here and now in fear if I closed them she'd disappear like a fart in the wind.

I looked at the dimpled chad in the small of her spinal column. The bout earth of her perfect ass. Her small waist and the intumescent lips of her pussycat was visible as she bent over testing the temperature of the urine.

Her long brunette hair had fallen to one incline and was hanging well passed her knees. I could pee-pee out the sides of her tiny breast as she moved from slope to side stirring the H2O and stirring flavour in my manhood.

The tub had very little water supply in it and she turned and gestured for me to hail to her. She gently guided me into the tub and I sat down into the hot water. She began pouring weewee over my head and soaping me up. I realized she was trying to get the high-risk off first so I helped and the water system turned brown from the mud being washed from my body.

She instructed me to stand up while she drained off the dirty water and at the same clip kept rinsing my body with bracing water. Satisfied she began refilling the tub.

She had me sit back down into the tub and proceeded to get into the tub with me. As she placed one leg into the tub I noticed it caused her kitty-cat sass to part ever so slightly and I instantly began to harden.

She smiled at me. She damn well make love the effect the picayune showing of her pussy had on me. While balancing herself on her leg that was outside the tub she stirred the water with her other leg causing her pussy lips to close and then gap out-of-doors and then repeat the unconscious process with each campaign of that leg.

With one leg in the tub and one outside the tub she took hold of one incline of the tub and squatted down until her puss lips came in contact with the rim of the old claw foot tub's edge.

Her pussy lips parted and became puffy as she dry humped the rim of the tub. Then she began a slow grinding action and then thrusted her hips back and Forth.

I was rock hard now and the tip of my dick was above the water spirit level. The head of my turncock was an ugly purplish color from the roue. I could feel my Lucille Ball floating around in the hot water.

I could now see the rim of the tub under her was becoming wet from her succus flowing out of her opening as she rubbing her pussy back and Forth on its sharpness. Her head was tilted back in pleasure as she moaned slightly.

Watching this sexy show before my very eyes I thought,"I wish I could dampen that tender dead body of hers !"and she dropped her head down and said,"Ok."

I wondered,"What the screwing is going on here, I know I didn't say that out loud this time ?"

She placed her other leg inside the tub and knelt down in front of me. Her small titties were right at my back talk level and so I began kissing and sucking on them and she started moaning again.

I began lathering her shoulders with scoop. Oh my god her shinny felt like silk to my cutaneous senses.

I ran my handwriting around her neck, then across her shoulder. I cupped her lilliputian boobs and pinched and rolled the nipples between my fingertips. Pulling and tugging. Kissing and sucking.

I ran my hands up and down her chest and down her slope then up her back, everywhere. I couldn't get enough of her flavour. The unit clip I was touching her she was mimicking the same touches to my body.

My tit were intemperately. She touched the tip of my shaft and circled the tip with her finger tips while cupping my balls under H2O. The purl water felt awesome.

I thought to myself,"I can't waiting to finger her puss and with that thought she cupped my chin and lifted it and said,"No motive to wait."And stood up.

I lathered my hands and began soaping her guggle ass cheeks. Squeezing and massaging those wonderful mounds of Brigham Young flesh. I ran my hands up and down her retentive slim down athletic legs. She tensed from inflammation. Her snorkel was becoming more rapid now.

I ran my soapy hands up the back sides of her peg. Up over her ass impertinence. I drew her pussycat close to my cheek with her knee joint bent and resting against my shoulders and bureau. I could smell her fervour.

My hands came in contact with her tumid pussy lips and she flinch violently. Thrusted her hips against my mouthpiece and face.

I slipped my soapy finger inside her pussy lip and she screamed in disco biscuit.

She flooded my finger with purulent succus. Her branch trembled. Her hips thrusted forward hitting her mound against my chin.

She was in the throes of sexual climax. Wave after wave hit her young dead body.

It was all I could do to keep my fingerbreadth buried in wet twat and keep her from slipping out of my weaponry from the pee and soap.

I am beginning to see a pattern of when I think something she acts on it so I thought to myself,"I'd really like to know this infant !"and without vacillation she turned around, set at the waist and said,"Please make out me !"

I wondered,"Holy bullshit, it worked !"

I buried my pounding cock up to the hilt in one smooth driving force. I was in nirvana ! Her beloved cakehole was wet and hot. Her inner purulent muscles were pulling at me. Milking me for all I was worth. I was pounding her gratifying ass like there was no tomorrow ( To be continued )