I was new to this sleepy little town. I had moved here from the Midwest and now found myself in a lull slight Town where everyone knew everyone else's business concern. word spread quickly around town that a stranger had moved into the old George Mason Mansion on the hillock overlooking the intact township below.

I was settling in and unpacking corner that I had carefully labeled by room to nominate the transition easier. I had several boxes of Book that I decided to go down into the cellar of this old house to store and unpack at a ulterior escort.

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

On my survive trip I decided to transmit two loge at once so I wouldn't have to make another misstep down those unsound stairs.

I had descended about three quarters of the way down the escape of stairs when I loss my footing, which caused the top box of books to slide and going crashing into the brick wall just at the foot of the landing place.

cloud of dust bellowed upwards from the box of Quran hitting the wall and ripping open and scattering across the dirty flooring. I was chocking from the debris and covered my mouth with my sleeved arm.

I went back upstairs to look for a torch and reserve the dust to settle somewhat. I couldn't find anything but a standard candle and some mates. I descended the old stairs again taking my clip. At the bottom of the landing was the tidy sum of books that had spilled every which way.

I had nearly gathered all the books 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 impact caused by the box of books hitting that particular spot.

I reached my hand out to examine the brick and felt a cold-blooded drawing of air coming from where the mortar had been chipped loose from the blow received in the accident.

I retrieved the candle to examine the odd drawing of air and when I brought the candle close to the dislodged brick the draft of air sucked the flaming from the taper leaving me in an eerie res publica of sum pitch blackness and I was un-nerved and taken back some.

I took a quick intake of air, which left the taste of tight dust in my mouth and I forgot about my surroundings for a instant while trying to re-light the candle.

This time I shielded the candle from being put out by the selective service and examined the old brick. After several moments of pulling and tugging at the brick I was finally able to remove it completely.

I could feel a impregnable pulling of air being sucked through the opening but I knew if I tried to look into the opening with the candela it would surely be suck out with ease.

Instead I reach my arm into the opening as far as I could and felt nil but bone chilling coldness air. I muttered to myself for not finding a flash illumination, which meant I'd have to leave my uncovering and return later.

Back upstairs I failed to see the box I had packed the torch into and resolved to just go to township and purchase another gaudy one in the dawning. I finished unpacking two more rooms of goods and was too exhausted to continue my efforts.

I lite a fire in the fireplace, put on some flabby music and laid my principal back to make relaxed while sipping the perfumed red wine I had brought with me for this occasion.

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

I was chilled and covered myself with a quilt my mother had made several years ago. I appreciated the heat the comfort offered and reflected on how well it would wait covering the King size bed in the schoolmaster Bedroom 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 metrical foot and made my way to the door leading down to the cellar where the sound were often forte now.

I mentally kicked myself for not going to town before nighttime and getting the flashlight and now it would be too dangerous trying to sail those old stairs. I had no pick but to close the door and wait for dawning to come.

The future day I found myself with flashlight in hand peering into the opening caused by the brick I had removed from the brick wall.

The flashlight did piddling to help elucidate the inside of the opening. After hours of anguish labor and covered in sweat and dirt that had turned to mud on my face and arms I had succeeded to slay enough bricks to allow the passage of my body into the opening.

After washing some of the stain and grim off my look and blazonry and enjoying a cold glass of refreshing water from the electric refrigerator. I mustered up adequate courage to go back to the basement and make my way through the uncut chess opening.

I had grabbed my cell headphone in case something went incorrectly while exploring the scuttle.

On the early English of the brick paries I allowed my eyes to adjust and made sure of my basis. It appeared to be some sort of tunnel. I remember the puerility story of Hansel and Gretel so I made scrawl marks on the wall to help find my way back safely.

I was glad I wore a intemperate jacket for the air was very chilly and was being pulled like in a ventilate beam of sorts.

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

My mind was in shock at what I was witnessing and of all the affair laid out before me. I wasn't thinking in footing of wealth or time value but in wonder of what all this hooey was and where did it follow from and why was it hid here and not being displayed or preserved in a museum.

The room was huge and it was filled with priceless token. I could tell some items where made from gold, while others particular from silver.

clip seemed to have stood still. I lost trail of how long I stood in the thick of the artefact just turning this way and that way, seeing something new and different with each glimpse.

After some clock time I began picking up and examining dissimilar items and replacing it and moving onto the adjacent item that caught my eye.

My flashlight caught something shining on a ledge. The beam of perch shone on an hour glass looking vase but it had two handles on either side. And a spout for the aim 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 beginning of the auditory sensation and it abruptly stopped.

I swallowed hard and moved closer. I hesitated and then I lifted it. It was heavier than I expected and it was covered with colorful stones and writing I didn't callback seeing anywhere in books or otherwise. I decided to bring it with me so I could see it in intimately lighting.

As I exited the opening move I had created in the brick wall the screeching and howling started again and instead of the air being pulled into the open, a immense cloud of detritus bellowed out from the opening and then total silence.

I don't bed how tenacious I stood there watching the swarm of dust settle but I realized I wasn't breathing. Instead I had been holding my breath and when I exhaled it felt like all my free energy was leaving my body with my breath being released.

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

The next thing I remember I was lying flat on my rachis and it was huckster black.

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

When the root cellar doorway swung open it offered no Light Within from the speed parting of the house. I was confused because I remembered it was daytime when I had entered the tunnel.

touch my way across the flooring to the lounge in the sustenance room I clawed my way into a sitting military position on the couch. I was in a daze because it was pitch dim in the elbow room even with windows on three position of the room.

Then I remembered my cellphone earpiece in my pocket and pressed the on clitoris and the light from it hurt my middle. I looked at the meter. The date. I blinked my eyes to make sure enough 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 auditory sensation of knocking coming from the front door. I arose from my stupefaction like a man on a drunken tear. I looked around not surely what to make of everything. The sun was shining in the window now and the elbow room was well lite as a final result.

The knocking continued and I made my way toward the sound.

Upon opening the door I was treated to a beautiful young teenager holding a megabucks that was covered with a towel. She looked to be about 19 yr old.

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

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

That's when I looked at myself and saw that I was filthy dirty and then my late activities 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 redden but I'm sure she couldn't see my reddish cheek for the grim that covered it.

She cleared her voice and said,"well, my momma sent me with this here pie to welcome you to the neck of the woods. She would have got brought it herself but folks here have foreign feelings about this old Mansion."

I turned to look back at the old sign thinking about my discovery and recent experience and said well state you beget I really appreciate the pie and will pull in myself known around town very soon.

The young teen 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 sweetly ass as she turned and noticed it was so perfect and round and juicy looking and I thought to myself,"I like to take a bathroom with that sweet 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 puzzle and said,"What ?"

And she walked offer me into the theatre as she said,"I said I'd sexual love to take a bathroom with you !"

I followed her into the theater like a puppy. Closed the doorway behind us and continued to observe her as she searched from room to room for the bath and upon entering the professional Bath, without vacillation began removing her clothes.

I stood frozen in situation staring at her nude statue contour with my oral cavity 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 grass at the waist and began running the hot water.

I began undressing slowly, not taking my eyes off her for a consequence 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 back. The beat globe of her perfect tense ass. Her minor waist and the bouffant lips of her pussy was visible as she bent over testing the temperature of the body of water.

Her long brunette haircloth had fallen to one side and was hanging well passed her knees. I could throw out the English of her lilliputian breast as she moved from side to side stirring the water and stirring feelings in my manhood.

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

She instructed me to stand up up while she drained off the dirty water supply and at the Saame time kept rinsing my body with fresh 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 puss lip to part ever so slightly and I instantly began to harden.

She smiled at me. She damn well knew the effect the petty 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 kitty-cat backtalk to close and then gap open and then repeat the cognitive process with each drive of that leg.

With one leg in the tub and one outside the tub she took hold of one position of the tub and squatted down until her kitty lips came in tangency with the rim of the old hook foot tub's edge.

Her kitty-cat mouth parted and became puffy as she dry humped the rim of the tub. Then she began a dense detrition natural process and then thrusted her hips back and Forth.

I was rock hard now and the tip of my dick was above the body of water level. The head of my cock was an ugly violet color from the origin. I could feel my balls floating around in the hot piddle.

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 edge. Her school principal was tilted back in joy as she moaned slightly.

Watching this sexy show before my very eyes I thought,"I wish I could wash that stamp body of hers !"and she dropped her head downhearted and said,"Ok."

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

She placed her early leg inside the tub and knelt down in front line of me. Her pocket-sized bosom were right at my sass level and so I began kissing and sucking on them and she started moaning again.

I began lathering her shoulders with soap. Oh my god her skin felt like silk to my touch.

I ran my hand around her cervix, then across her berm. I cupped her tiny knocker and pinched and rolled the nipples between my fingertips. Pulling and tugging. Kissing and sucking.

I ran my men up and down her pectus and down her sides then up her back, everywhere. I couldn't get enough of her feel. The whole meter I was touching her she was mimicking the Lapp touches to my body.

My nipples were hard. She touched the tip of my cock and circled the tip with her finger crest while cupping my clod under water. The whirlpool water felt awesome.

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

I lathered my hands and began soaping her burble ass cheeks. Squeezing and massaging those wonderful mounds of young material body. I ran my hands up and down her farsighted slim gymnastic legs. She tensed from excitement. Her schnorchel was becoming more rapid now.

I ran my soapy hands up the back sides of her pegleg. Up over her ass nerve. I drew her pussy close to my grimace with her knees bent and resting against my berm and dresser. I could smell out her excitement.

My hands came in impinging with her puffy pussycat lips and she flinch violently. Thrusted her hip against my back talk and face.

I slipped my soapy finger's breadth inside her slit sass and she screamed in hug drug.

She flooded my finger with pussy juice. Her wooden leg trembled. Her hips thrusted forward hitting her cumulation against my mentum.

She was in the throes of coming. Wave after wave hit her immature eubstance.

It was all I could do to celebrate my digit buried in wet twat and hold open her from slipping out of my arms from the water and liquid ecstasy.

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 fuck this babe !"and without hesitation she turned around, bent at the waist and said,"Please have it off me !"

I wondered,"Holy shit, it worked !"

I buried my throbbing cock up to the hilt in one smooth thrust. I was in Eden ! Her love hole was wet and hot. Her inner pussycat muscularity were pulling at me. Milking me for all I was worth. I was pounding her sweet ass like there was no tomorrow ( To be continued )