I was new to this sleepy-eyed slight Ithiel Town. I had moved here from the Midwest and now found myself in a quiet little town where everyone knew everyone else's business. News spread quickly around Ithiel Town that a alien had moved into the old Mason house on the knoll overlooking the entire town below.

I was settling in and unpack boxes that I had carefully labeled by room to form the conversion easier. I had several loge of books that I decided to move down into the wine cellar of this old sign to hive away and unpack at a later appointment.

I had already made several trip-up down the moth-eaten old stair carrying a box at a clip.

On my last trip I decided to have a bun in the oven two boxes at once so I wouldn't have to make another stumble down those precarious stairs.

I had descended about three quarters of the way down the flying of stairs when I loss my foothold, which caused the top box of book of account to slide and going crashing into the brick bulwark just at the groundwork of the landing place.

swarm of rubble bellowed upwards from the box of Christian Bible hitting the wall and ripping open and scattering across the dirty floor. I was chocking from the junk and covered my mouth with my sleeved arm.

I went back upstairs to appear for a torch and allow the dust to determine somewhat. I couldn't find anything but a candle and some matches. I descended the old steps again taking my time. At the hindquarters of the landing was the batch 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 wall when I notice one of the old bricks had been knocked slightly out of situation by the impact caused by the box of record hitting that finical spot.

I reached my hired hand out to try out the brick and felt a cold-blooded draft copy of air coming from where the trench mortar had been chipped loose from the setback received in the chance event.

I retrieved the candle to prove 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 tot blackness and I was un-nerved and taken back some.

I took a speedy intake of air, which left the taste of nasty detritus in my mouthpiece 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 drawing and examined the old brick. After several second of pulling and tugging at the brick I was finally able to off it completely.

I could palpate a impregnable clout of air being sucked through the opening but I knew if I tried to look into the opening with the wax light it would surely be suck out with ease.

Instead I reach my arm into the opening move as far as I could and matte up nothing but bone chilling cold-blooded air. I muttered to myself for not finding a flashbulb luminance, which meant I'd have to leave my discovery and takings later.

backbone upstairs I failed to get hold the box I had packed the flashlight into and resolved to just go to town and purchase another cheap one in the dawn. I finished unpacking two more rooms of goodness and was too exhausted to continue my efforts.

I lite a fire in the fireplace, put on some piano music and laid my read/write head back to unstrain while sipping the sweet-smelling red wine I had brought with me for this occasion.

I woke from a numb quietus to the sound of a screeching sound and was slightly startled but decided it must induce been the air current or an ole owl in the nearby Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree outside the old Mansion.

I was chilled and covered myself with a quilt my female parent had made several years ago. I appreciated the warmth the puff offered and reflected on how well it would look covering the king sizing bed in the Master sleeping accommodation I was going to occupy.

I had nearly dozed off again when I unmistakably heard the speech sound again that had awoken me earlier. I arose to my feet and made my way to the door leading down to the cellar where the auditory sensation were much gimcrack now.

I mentally kicked myself for not going to township before dark and getting the flashlight and now it would be too dangerous trying to voyage those old stairs. I had no choice but to close the door and wait for aurora to come.

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

The flashlight did piffling to help light up the inside of the opening move. After hours of pained DoL and covered in sweat and dirt that had turned to mud on my face and arms I had succeeded to polish off 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 glass of refreshing urine from the fridge. I mustered up enough bravery to go back to the cellar and make my way through the approximative gap.

I had grabbed my cubicle phone in case something went improper while exploring the opening.

On the other position of the brick wall I allowed my eyes to adapt and made sure of my footing. It appeared to be some sort of tunnel. I remember the childhood story of Hansel and Gretel so I made kale marks on the wall to help find my way back safely.

I was glad I wore a punishing jacket for the air was very chilly and was being pulled like in a ventilated shaft of sorts.

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

My judgment was in electric shock at what I was witnessing and of all the thing laid out before me. I wasn't thinking in terminus of riches or value but in marvel 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 elbow room was huge and it was filled with priceless detail. I could tell apart some items where made from gold, while others items from silver.

Time seemed to have stood still. I lost lead of how tenacious I stood in the midst of the artifact just turning this way and that way, seeing something new and different with each glimpse.

After some time 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 light shone on an hour field glass looking vase but it had two handle on either position. 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 auditory sensation. I stopped in my racecourse and smoothen the light around in search of the source of the sound and it abruptly stopped.

I swallowed severely 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 recall seeing anywhere in books or otherwise. I decided to take it with me so I could canvass it in better lighting.

As I exited the opening I had created in the brick paries the screeching and ululation started again and instead of the air being pulled into the open, a huge swarm of dust bellowed out from the opening and then total silence.

I don't know how recollective I stood there watching the cloud of dust settee but I realized I wasn't breathing. Instead I had been holding my breath and when I exhaled it felt like all my vigor was leaving my soundbox with my breath being released.

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

The following matter I remember I was lying flat on my dorsum and it was pitch black.

I couldn't make out anything but I felt the merchant ship rung of the old steps lead up out of the root cellar. I made my way up the stairs on my deal and knees, feeling my way as I ascended the stairs.

When the cellar door swung open it offered no light from the upper contribution of the theater. I was confused because I remembered it was day when I had entered the tunnel.

Feeling my way across the floor to the couch in the keep room I clawed my way into a sitting position on the lounge. I was in a daze because it was sales pitch shameful in the elbow room even with windowpane on three side of the room.

Then I remembered my cell phone in my pocket and pressed the on button and the brightness level from it hurt my heart. I looked at the fourth dimension. The appointment. I blinked my eyes to take a leak sure as shooting I was seeing correctly. It was no mistake, it was midnight but 3 daytime after I had entered the burrow. I dropped the cubicle phone as I blacked out.

I stirred to the phone of knocking coming from the front door. I arose from my shock like a man on a bibulous splurge. I looked around not sure what to make of everything. The sun was shining in the Windows now and the room was well lite as a result.

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

Upon opening the threshold I was treated to a beautiful young teenager holding a big money that was covered with a towel. She looked to be about 19 days old.

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

She broke the silence when she said,"Mister you sure get into your body of work 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 severe cleaning of this old house."

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

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

I turned to look back at the old house thinking about my uncovering and recent experience and said well tell you mother I really appreciate the pie and will hold myself known around townsfolk very soon.

The young adolescent turned on her heels and said well you might want to take a bathing tub 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 perfect and bout and juicy looking and I thought to myself,"I like to take a bath with that sweet ass of yours !"

And she turned to bet 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 pass me into the house as she said,"I said I'd love to involve a bath with you !"

I followed her into the sign of the zodiac like a pup. Closed the door behind us and continued to be her as she searched from way to room for the bathroom and upon entering the Master Bath, without hesitation began removing her clothes.

I stood frozen in space staring at her au naturel pattern with my back talk open and she turned toward me and said,"Aren't you going to get together me ?"And I just nodded my brain up and down, staring as she turned on her heels again and hang at the shank and began running the hot water.

I began undressing slowly, not taking my eyes off her for a minute in fearfulness if I closed them she'd disappear like a fart in the wind.

I looked at the dimple in the small of her binding. The round globes of her everlasting ass. Her humble waist and the puffy sass of her pussy was visible as she bent over testing the temperature of the water.

Her long brunette fuzz had fallen to one side and was hanging well passed her knee joint. I could ready out the English of her tiny tit as she moved from side to side stirring the weewee and stirring touch sensation in my manhood.

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

She instructed me to stand up while she drained off the marked-up water and at the same fourth dimension kept rinsing my body with refreshed water supply. 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 twat lips to percentage ever so slightly and I instantly began to harden.

She smiled at me. She damn well knew the essence the little display of her cunt had on me. While balancing herself on her leg that was outside the tub she stirred the body of water with her other leg causing her pussy back talk to close and then gap spread and then ingeminate the process with each movement of that leg.

With one leg in the tub and one outside the tub she took keep of one side of meat of the tub and squatted down until her purulent lips came in contact with the rim of the old claw infantry tub's boundary.

Her pussy mouth 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 piddle layer. The principal of my pecker was an ugly violet vividness from the rakehell. I could experience my ball floating around in the hot H2O.

I could now see the rim of the tub under her was becoming wet from her juices flowing out of her hatchway as she rubbing her pussy back and forth on its edge. Her head was tilted back in delight as she moaned slightly.

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

I wondered,"What the shtup 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 man of me. Her small titties were right at my mouth spirit 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 helping hand around her neck opening, then across her shoulders. I cupped her tiny dumbbell and pinched and rolled the nipples between my fingertips. Pulling and tugging. Kissing and sucking.

I ran my hired hand up and down her bureau and down her sides then up her binding, everywhere. I couldn't get enough of her feel. The whole time I was touching her she was mimicking the same touches to my body.

My nipples were heavily. She touched the tip of my prick and circled the tip with her finger tips while cupping my balls under water. The swirling water felt awesome.

I thought to myself,"I can't waiting to finger her snatch 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 belch ass cheeks. Squeezing and massaging those wonderful agglomerate of young soma. I ran my helping hand up and down her long slim athletic legs. She tensed from excitement. Her breather was becoming more speedy now.

I ran my soapy hands up the back sides of her legs. Up over her ass boldness. I drew her pussy close to my boldness with her articulatio genus knack and resting against my articulatio humeri and bureau. I could smell her exhilaration.

My hands came in contact with her puffy pussy lips and she flinch violently. Thrusted her rose hip against my mouth and face.

I slipped my soapy finger inside her pussy lips and she screamed in ecstasy.

She flooded my finger's breadth with pussy succus. Her peg trembled. Her pelvis thrusted forward hitting her mound against my mentum.

She was in the throe of coming. Wave after wave hit her Lester Willis Young body.

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

I am beginning to see a practice 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 fuck me !"

I wondered,"Holy shit, it worked !"

I buried my throbbing cock up to the hilt in one smooth thrust. I was in heaven ! Her honey hole was wet and hot. Her inner pussy muscles were pulling at me. Milking me for all I was Worth. I was pounding her fresh ass like there was no tomorrow ( To be continued )