8 In A Bed (Vintage Erotic Novel) - Anju Quewea - ebook
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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.

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8 In A Bed

CHAPTER ONEThe house did not promote the foreboding ambiance it had in the photograph each of them received. Although spending a night in a haunted house was not relished, it afforded a monetary reward none could neglect. Unfortunately, only one of the four couples would be permitted the million-dollar prize."This is, by far, the most foolish thing we've done," Cathy griped. "Is it the money-or something we can boast about having done our objective?""You're just scared," her boyfriend, Will teased. "How many times have you hidden under the covers when we watched a horror movie on TV?"Cathy shook her head, gazing forlornly at the gray-painted structure. The windows looked as though soap and water had never touched their panes. The smell of rot pinched her nostrils. Menacing shadows extended in her direction. "I'm not sure I can handle this.""Don't be a coward," scolded Wendy, who saw none of those formidable signs. "The rules state that a couple must last the night. Will would be disqualified if you left.""Can you tell she's already psyched to win?" Kevin said, jerking his thumb at her."Fuck you," Wendy murmured crossly. "You ought to be taking this more seriously. It's our chance to get rich." When he failed to wipe the amusement from his face, she added, "Besides, your salary as a mechanic just doesn't cut it.""Whoa," Kevin said. "You're hitting below the belt."Wendy's lips curved. "Truth hurt?""It's obvious you two are not going to make this a peaceful evening," declared Frankie. "No doubt, you'll chase the ghosts away with your quarreling.""Do you honestly believe the place is haunted?" Sharon asked him. "I mean, the man at the bar said it was-but how do we know for sure?""He wants to keep us guessing," explained Rick. "He wouldn't part company with that amount if we had a clue.""I'm inclined to agree with Cathy," murmured Heather. "I don't like the place one iota.""It's too late to turn back," Wendy said, dismissing the collective apprehension. "We've accepted his dare."The house at which they gathered was owned by Tom Jermoliak, an eccentric fellow who approached them after a celebration victory at a local tavern. The men belonged to a baseball team and had won their straight fifth game of the season. On that note of triumph, a tall blond-haired man of thirty with cobalt blue eyes and thick, sensual lips, dressed in a black suit, visited their table. He extended his congratulations and offered to buy them a round of drinks. The group happily accepted his invitation. After a complimentary toast, inquiries were made regarding the satisfaction of the group's current income level. A general vote around the table pronounced them eager for an increase in personal wealth.It was then that Tom Jermoliak set his wager on the table."My family has owned a house, for more than a hundred years, at the edge of town. Although we've made every attempt to modernize it with newer appliances, update its electrical and heating systems, attend to its repairs-we've arrived at the inescapable conclusion that it is haunted."Most guffawed at his announcement. The rest thought it was preposterous and withheld comment.Tom Jermoliak did not take offense to their skepticism. "I can understand your initial reaction. Ghosts are assumed to be the figment of a wild imagination. I assure you, that house is inhabited by an untamable, supernatural force."The chortling gradually faded."My conviction is such that I am willing to pay a couple the sum of one million dollars if they survive a single night in that house."To back his claim, Tom Jermoliak produced a bank passbook with several times that number shown on deposit. In addition, he distributed black-and-white photographs of the house he described to each of them from a large envelope."I've seen your group here several times," he disclosed. "Your adventurous spirit has captured my attention. I gather you're in the same age bracket-mid-twenties--and have lifelong goals that might not be achievable given your present salaries. Since my earnings are derived from gambling, I take pleasure in placing such bets.""Who gets the money if more than one couple makes it?" Will queried."I doubt that will happen. It never has in the past. In all cases, those couples left the premises before dawn.""What do you gain if we all lose?" Rick had asked.Tom Jermoliak smiled sardonically. "Nothing-other than further proof of what I maintain." He eyed the table for universal consent. "Do we have a deal?"A unanimous vote was taken. Of course, alcohol and leftover adrenaline had propelled them into acceptance. After sobering, some entertained doubts as to the wisdom of serving Tom Jermoliak's purpose. The others vetoed their protestations and insisted upon moving forward with the challenge.Each weighed the quality of life a million dollars could buy. In every instance, they yearned for that chance to obtain money that exceeded their wildest dreams. Personal greed was unduly prevalent. Specific purposes could be served.Tom Jermoliak furnished them with a map and instructions to be at the house promptly at eight o'clock that Friday night. He arranged to meet them there, assign rooms, provide food and beverages, then issue final guidelines before departing.Frankie peered at the dilapidated building. "I've seen worse.""Where?" Sharon inquired. "In a Boris Karloff movie?""I just hope its water heater is working," Kevin said. "I usually shower before I go to bed.""Why bother, when you'll start sweating again?" giggled Wendy. She slithered up against him, her earlier harsh words forgotten.For some, the notion of having sex in such an overwrought atmosphere did not gel. Simply getting through the night was their foremost ambition.Tom Jermoliak met them at the door. He brandished an unsettling smile. "I'm pleased none of you has deserted this cause.""The stakes are too high," Wendy said. "We intend to collect on your promise."Tom chortled softly, as though deeming her assertion pathetic. "Many have tried. Let's hope you succeed."Candles illuminated the dusty foyer. The steps and railing of a magnificent staircase were touched by the flickering light. Antique furniture populated the adjoining room. In the distance, a fireplace had been lit; the eerie glow produced by its crackling flames set some pulses into motion.Cathy shook her head, silently acknowledging her regret for partaking in the event. She dropped her overnight bag, wishing she was back at home."Please excuse the use of candles. I had the entire house wired for electricity, yet it rarely works. Someone, or thing, inevitably tampers with the circuit breaker. Even the backup power generator has the tendency to malfunction, then inexplicably becomes operational. You won't find a single telephone, either; that convenience has never been installed.""Why is it important for you to consistently renew this dare with a fresh group of people?" Heather petitioned, dragging her bag along the floor."My great, great grandfather certified that the house could only be fit for habitation if two people were courageous enough to completely endure the night. Since it has been in my family for several generations and passed into my hands, I've never possessed the nerve to stay beyond midnight. I look forward to restoring it to its former glory, once it is officially exorcised. Hopefully, one of you will break the stronghold imposed by its hostile spirits.""You've essentially depicted the task as insurmountable," Rick said.Tom shrugged. "The aggregate failures I've counted has only increased. Prove me wrong by meeting me tomorrow morning at eight o'clock in this very spot. Twelve hours under this roof should rid the place of its unwanted occupants."A murmur went through the group."Have any of you reconsidered?" Tom questioned.Not a soul voiced an afterthought. Even those who were negative from the start remained silent. The chance of winning a million dollars sealed their lips.Tom Jermoliak lifted a candelabra and motioned to the sprawling staircase. "Then allow me to conduct a brief tour, escort you to your rooms, and I'll be on my way."Cathy closed the door behind her with an audible sigh. Having seen most the house, she was utterly miserable over her decision to stay. If it were not for the others quelling her objections, she would have been halfway home. Putting on a brave front in front of that odd gentleman proved more exhausting than anticipated."You know, it's not that awful," Will broached, scrutinizing the room from one corner to the other. "A little musty, but certainly tolerable."The furniture was largely of Victorian vintage. The four-postered bed with its canopy looked absolutely sinister. The dark, velvet drapes billowed from the wind pouring through the open window; its subtle movements unhinged her. The spidery fingers of light manufactured by the candles caused shadows to flare out. Cathy could not shake her frightful impressions."I hate it," she whispered, walking purposely to the window to shut it. The drapes ceased their alarming rhythm. For a million dollars, she subjected herself to the root of her anxieties. Cathy had been terrified of ghosts since a child. The unknown filled her with dread.Cathy barely managed to shoulder the burden of her fears. If they survived the night and claimed the prize, she and Will could finally marry. Excess dollars were a rare commodity; even with their pooled wages, setting aside adequate funds to finance a wedding stretched their purse strings to the breaking point. Having more than enough cash to pay for the momentous occasion, along with a fabulous surplus to embark upon their own business venture put Cathy in an cooperative frame."You're being silly." He threw himself onto the bed, folding his hands behind his head, then fixed her with a grin. "Why not come over here?"Cathy spotted the twinkle of lust in his eyes. Under separate circumstances, she would have welcomed Will's summons. He was an excellent lover, satisfying her every want. His clear blue eyes were slightly magnified by glasses, his handsome face framed by light brown hair. She adored his firm, lean body-particularly when inside his formfitting baseball uniform. Having his smooth, muscled flesh against her was even better. Will possessed little ego; his complaisant manner alternately pleased and annoyed Cathy. She occasionally wished he took a stronger position when in debate. It was often Cathy's contention Will lacked backbone. His buddies on the team seemed to take advantage of his gentle nature.Although obliging, he exhibited a powerful sex drive. Cathy attested to that fact many a night when he stayed over. By morning, she usually felt drained."I'm not in the mood," she murmured."It would be much more cozy having you beside me." He patted the chenille bedspread.The familiar slur of his words canceled her underlying fear. She released the window frame and turned to him. Her trim figure painted a seductive picture in the mellow gleam. She put one foot in front of the other, cognizant of the flutter in her stomach that invariably caused her pussy to tighten.Will's heart pumped madly, yet his expression did not relate its frantic activity. Cathy had never looked more fetching than at that moment, moving through the grades of light. The long, tawny-colored hair fell in shimmering waves over her shoulders. Those amber eyes radiated heat. Silken whispers seemed to drift from her full, red lips. Her breath quickened, as illustrated by the token swell of her full breasts.She climbed onto the bed, uneasy over its gothic architecture, then slid over to Will. His thigh pressed to hers. Instantly, her pulse sped. Electric shocks were the result of the tantalizing demand he placed on her flesh. His arm circled and pulled her closer.In the privacy of her bedroom, Will demonstrated more of a manliness than he had amongst his friends. He seemed reluctant to show the others his capacity to take charge, pursue sexual craving. To their comprehension, he was a timid fellow with a broad sense of humor. He preferred to be treated as "one of the guys." None saw his eyes blaze with passion, nor felt the urgency in his grip when hunger swept through him. None knew the true Will better than her.But then, the men were on a baseball team where the friendships varied. Some were more confidential with other members, while a few remained mere acquaintances. As in any sporting event, the degree of compatibility fluctuated based on individual character. Those of rugged fiber tended to flock together. The extent of Will's association with the engaged members of the team was restricted to their congregation at the bar; otherwise, they were total strangers."Isn't this nicer?" Will murmured against her neck.Cathy nodded. He nibbled slowly on her flesh, sending furious signals through the rest of her susceptible body. Forgetting about the encompassing gloom went beyond a fervent wish. Fresh color crept into her cheeks as he vibrated over that receptive area. Ohhhhhhhhh.She skimmed his stomach-a network of superb, compact muscles-then ran her fingers over his chest. The small indentations of his nipples rose through his sports shirt. "Don't tell me this gloomy decor is turning you on."He smiled fancifully, then buried himself in her neck. Contact with her velvety skin made him hard.Cathy felt her pussy constrict once again-a magnifying tension that did not relent. A growing weakness developed in its center, compounded by the yen to enclose his cock in its trembling warmth.His lips sought hers, then their tongues suddenly touched. Cathy's mind exploded in a conflagration of sensation, as if someone had set a match to dry tinder. Fire raced along her arms and legs. Need followed, making her sob and lust for every part of him. His tongue probed her mouth. She responded to each surging stroke. When their lips separated, she drew in fresh air to replenish that which became stale.Will breathed her name before clamping a hand over her tender mound. He squeezed her responsive flesh, his fingertips digging into the soft layers. Cathy shifted in his heated grasp, imploring him to massage her with his thumb. He did so, conscious of that emergency. A wet spot formed beneath his frenetic rotation. She oozed from the relief he provided.A fever raged through Cathy. She brushed the front of her dress, fondling the nipples that sprang to life. Scooping them together, she effected a slow, stimulating rub that yielded a hale cadence of her heart. She closed her eyes, her head lolling back, then sighed as its beat grew stronger.Will smelled her aroma of desire. Unable to check the impulse, he descended upon her inflamed crotch. Cathy's slim thighs curved around his face seconds after he lifted her hem. The silk panties he uncovered carried an irresistible scent. His Adam's apple rippled as he availed himself of its delectable fragrance. Cathy had bathed with strawberry soaps; their sugary richness delighted his nostrils. He pulled back the elastic band of her panties and reveled in the unveiling of her light brown thatch. Cathy's modesty permitted only his gaze linger there. After inhaling its perfection, he tugged the article from her hips. Cathy assisted in its removal by elevating her shapely buttocks, then stretching those flawless legs in the air until she was free of them. The panties hastily dispatched, Cathy once again spread herself open for him. Her snatch awaited the diligence of his tongue and lips. Her gentle sigh urged him to feed upon her bared succulence.Will sank toward her moist cunt, only to be halted by her hands framing his face. "What if someone walks in-" she softly fretted.He grinned. "Then they can watch." He lengthened his tongue for that pool of honey and dipped between nectar-daubed lips."Oh, God," she moaned, then released his head.Will plunged fully into her candied depths. Cathy moaned gutturally as he delved into the savory pulp while his fingers roamed the satin ringlets that bordered her cunt. He lapped the sides with infinite care, provoking her hips into gyrating madness. No matter where he licked, Cathy's juices flowed. He gulped them as quickly as they trickled onto his fluttering tip."Mmmmmm," he hummed into her damp folds.Cathy grit her teeth as Will chased after each and every hot spot detected from previous sessions. She trembled as he drank from her pussy. He slurped the dewy droplets that clung to her heavy cunt lips, then siphoned the torrent that rumbled from her sodden core. She writhed when the rim of her pussy caught his tongue. Will thrashed until he was unencumbered, then wriggled back into her clutching hole."Oh, yes," she whimpered, digging the balls of her feet into the mattress. Arching her back, she twisted and grimaced at his rousing exploration. "Fill my pussy with your tongue."Will gladly obeyed. He immersed himself in the saccharine-rich quarry, lavishing her plush textures with bubbly spittle. Her fertile sap was readily consumed. The swallowing sounds made her frantic. He followed the revolutions of her hips, the sudden drop of her cunt and its immediate return to his mouth. She pressed herself to his gulping orifice and solicited his suck."More," she gasped, feeding him her hot secretions. "More. Yes. Faster. Ohhhhhhhhhh."Prior concern for making a spectacle of themselves was totally banished from Cathy's mind. She exiled every gnawing thought of prying eyes glued to her half-naked body. If the others assembled at the door-as Will said-they could simply watch.Cathy's swollen clit became exposed as Will spread apart her cunt. She fell back on the mattress and moaned as he drew powerfully on her deluged cuntal tissue. He seemed devoted to that burgeoning pearl. Circling it with his meandering tip, he commenced with his licking."Mmmmmmmmmm," he groaned, drinking her female essence.Cathy inverted her spine, digesting the flurry of excitement that resided in her body, then shoved herself back to that spectacular tongue.Grasping Will's stout shoulders, she spun her ass to obtain every cell-rupturing stroke. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, yes, Will. Ohhhhhhhhhhh."Will clamped himself around her vibrant bud and throttled it mercilessly. He kept an eye on Cathy's discoloration, as well as an ear attuned to her smothered cries. An instant shriek ripped from her throat as he lashed over the tormented button, whipping Cathy into a frenzy. He changed the pace by grazing his teeth lightly over her clit, procuring a fresh string of whispered endearments. When he started licking her clit again, he slid two fingers straight into her creamy snatch. He speared the convulsing membranes in a balanced, unstoppable thump."Oh, Will," Cathy sobbed, "it feels like you've got your cock in there. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. I want you to fuck me. I've got to have you inside my pussy."Will grinned, enjoying Cathy's heated response. He withdrew his digits, then resumed sucking her cunt. He covered her warm, pulsing flesh with his mouth and sucked its tangy liquid. He tongued her clit until she was riddled with pleasure, causing the bed to shake. Bearing down on her, he labored for that wild commotion, followed by total depletion. When he slipped himself into that climax-ridden pussy, he wanted it hot and juicy. Fighting against that slick knot was going to culminate in a energy-draining orgasm.Raising her with his hands, he rotated her soaked cunt so that it received his spearing thrusts. He tongue-fucked her until she squealed with joy, then redirected himself to her throbbing button, where he slurped her into hoarseness. She croaked, enduring each curling lash. Her butt cheeks burned in his hands as he licked her snatch.The sweat trickled down Cathy's face as she fought to reclaim her equilibrium. Will had done a thorough job in tipping the scales. No matter how insanely she jerked her hips, that tongue remained in unbroken pursuit. Ohhhh. She could not elude its tireless waggle. Her clit was bound to that incessant tickle. A marvelous debilitation rose in the heart of her groin and radiated to her central nervous system, building in strength, until she realized orgasm was nonnegotiable. He subdued her with those rapid flicks. Surrounding Will's face with her quivering thighs, she spasmed."Oh, baby," she sputtered. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."Will drank from her contracting loins. Her discharged fluids were gulped. His mouth remained attached until the convulsion subsided. Gently, he lowered her aimless buttocks to the bed. Cathy moaned, delirious. Orgasm tended to spend her energy levels until they were fully recharged. He wasted not a moment of that restoration period. Popping the top button of his jeans, he ripped open his fly and took out his stiff cock. Eating Cathy had given him a tremendous thrill. He throbbed above her swaying hips, her lolling head, her shifting tits. He longed to be buried in that gratifying flesh of hers. His eyes centered on her glistening slit. Her sugary taste clung to his lips. He thought about cramming himself into that tight space, then dragging his dick back and forth through that furry ring, consummating the demand that screamed in his body. His jeans slipped from his smooth, muscled thighs. He discarded them with haste, then mounted Cathy.