The Haunted House - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - The Garden Party

The next morning when Jennifer woke up, she wondered if it had all just been a dream. But her shredded nightgown lay on the floor beside the bed, and there were dry patches of cum on face and breasts. She remembered stumbling back to bed and collapsing, after the fucking from the teddy bear. A long, hot shower removed the traces of last night’s nocturnal fun from her body.

Jennifer got dressed before gathering up her courage to peer into the room with the wardrobe. In the bright sunlight streaming through the window, everything looked normal. When she tried the door of the wardrobe it was locked tight, just as it had been when she had first toured the house.

Jennifer forced herself to be calm and rational, and went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. After doing the dishes, she got in her car and went looking for the local library. Perhaps old newspapers might be able to shed some light on the mysterious house she had bought.

The librarian looked at least eighty years old. Jennifer asked her about the house and if there were any newspaper articles on it.

“Oh. You bought the old Godiva place.”

“The what?” asked Jennifer, thinking she must have heard the woman wrong.

“The Godiva place,” repeated the librarian. “There was no one who lived there with that name of course, but that is the nickname it used to go by. The young woman who built it was a widow. Her husband was killed in the war between the states, not a week after they were married. He left her a pile of money, and she used some of it to build that house."

The librarian looked around before continuing, as if she was sharing a secret.  "She was called Lady Godiva because, she started to act rather strange. Strange as in... she would go for rides through the town, stark naked on a horse. Even stranger was that she never owned a horse. There was no stable up there. The only horse was that statue she had built in the garden. Her husband was in the cavalry you know. But he's not on the statue, just the horse itself."

The librarian adjusted her glasses, "Her real name was Samantha Lee. No relation to the general, that I know of. There were rumours about strange goings on up at that house. But I don’t think any of that ever made it to the paper. Not the kind of thing they printed back in those days. They said she was blonde, very pretty, and buxom,” said the old woman. Then her eyes roved over Jennifer and she added, “I expect she looked a bit like you, my dear!”

Jennifer startled a bit at “my dear”, as that was what the teddy bear kept calling her last night. But the old woman’s looked totally guileless. Jennifer thanked the librarian and spent most of the rest of the day in town, shopping and trying to put off going home. She was not certain what had come over her last night. She was normally a very rational, private person. She was not a virgin, but she didn’t normally go around asking for her face to be fucked. It was almost like she could not help herself. Was that how Samantha had felt when she did her Lady Godiva routine?

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As twilight fell, Jennifer made her way back home to the house on the hill. As she drove up, she felt like she was being watched.

There was an air of expectancy about the house, as she ate supper. Then she watched a bit of television before finally heading for bed. The last thing she did before crawling under her sheets was to check the weather outside. It was a clear night and not a cloud to be seen. She dropped her robe on the floor and crawled into bed naked. She had forgotten to buy a new nightgown to replace the ripped one. Besides, she doubted that Palmerville had much in the way of Victoria Secrets lingerie.

It seemed like she had just drifted off to sleep, when Jennifer was woken up by a creaking sound. Heart pounding, she got up and slipped on her robe, with a sense of deja vu.

The smart move, would have been to stay in bed, she thought. The smarter move, would have been to have gotten in car that morning and drive like hell out of town and never came back to this house.

Jennifer slipped down the hall, to the room with the wardrobe. But when she opened the door, she found the wardrobe was closed. When she tried the doors, they were solidly locked and all her pulling could not open it. Where was this creaking coming from, she wondered? It was fainter and farther away.

She went down the huge, wooden staircase, to the main floor. Listening intently, she followed the creaking sound to the back door. The sound was coming from outside, in the garden.

Curious, despite knowing better, she opened the door and looked out. Nothing was moving and there was no wind. But, the creaking sound continued.

She stepped out the back door, and into the garden. She had only been out back briefly, when touring the house. The term 'garden' was actually a rather poor description of the back yard, as it was largely overgrown. It must have been a long time since anyone tended to a garden out here. At least the grass had been mowed, perhaps at the request of the real estate agent.

A flash of lightning lit up the sky and Jennifer jumped. Suddenly, a crack of thunder followed, with a loud boom. Where had that come from, she wondered, and looked up into the sky. It was cloudy now, and a few seconds later, the skies opened up and rain began to fall. Enough of this, she thought.

Jennifer turned to go back inside. But when she reached the door, it would not open.

"Shit!"

She was trapped outside, wearing only her thin robe, as the rain continued to fall. The rain was strange. It was actually pleasantly warm, and felt more like a bathroom shower than what one would expect of cold rain. It felt kind of nice, and could be fun. Jennifer turned, and walked out further into the garden as the warm rain pattered around her on the soft grass.

With a sudden impulse, she let her robe drop to the ground, and she stood naked as the rain fell on her. She had never in her life been naked outside, and it felt good as the warm rain caressed her body. It was dark and the house was isolated, so it was unlikely that anyone would see her. This could be fun, and naughty, she thought. Brushing her wet hair back, she began to walk deeper into the garden.

The librarian had said something about a statue of a horse, and she wanted to find it. The garden was quite large, but now overgrown. So she must have missed it in her previous brief tour. At least whomever mowed back here, made the pathways clear, so she followed the obvious route.

Jennifer soon found herself in an open clearing. There in the center, was a statue of a realistic medium-sized horse carved from granite stone, standing in the middle of the recently mowed grass. The statue was definitely of a male horse, she noted. It seemed a rather strange part to emphasis on a statue, she thought. But, it gave visual representation to the phrase, 'hung like a horse'.

Jennifer was so focused on examining the statue, that she did not notice other movements in the clearing. A vine slithered across the grass towards her bare foot and then another and another. The vines were coming from a very old and weathered tree of a type that had probably never made it into any biology book for classification.

When she felt something on her ankles, Jennifer looked down and was startled to see the vines wrapping around her legs. Before she could move or do anything, the vines gave a tug, and pulled her feet out from under her.

"Eeep!" she squealed as she landed on her hands and knees in the soft wet grass.

The warm rain continued to pour down as she struggled to kick off the vines. "What the fuck!"

While she was struggling to free her feet, more vines slithered out and wrapped around her hands. The vines pulled at her hands, and she collapsed onto her belly and breasts.

"Ooof!" This is ridiculous, she thought.

Her arms were stretched out in front of her on the wet grass. Then the vines pulled sideways, turning her over to lay face-up on the soft, wet grass. How is this happening, she thought. The rain slowed to a drizzle as she struggled to free her hands and feet. Strangely, she wasn't afraid so much as she was angry that she tripped in the plant growth. She thought that maybe the wet grass made her slip and fall.

As Jennifer squirmed on the wet grass, the branches of the tree seemed to bend down. Suddenly, soft, wet leaves began to stroke her nude body. The leaves brushed her breasts lightly until her nipples were erect, while other leaves caressed the rest of her body like a gentle lover. Is that the wind, she thought. But there was no wind. Then, for some reason she thought that it was kind of kinky to be outside, naked and rolling on the wet grass.

She felt herself getting aroused as the leaves on the branches stroked her body. Her mind was clouded with fantasies a quickie masturbation in the garden, when she saw a much thicker vine creeping over her thigh. She knew instinctively what it was going to do. Her mind was frozen with a mixture of lust and shock, as she felt the vines on her feet pulling her legs apart. She looked down between her breasts, watching and feeling the vine slither against her pussy.

I am going to be fucked by a plant, she thought to herself. But another part of her seemed to be going with the erotic fantasy of it all. You are alone in the garden, in the warm rain. What if the vines wanted to fuck me. What if they needed to fuck me. My private backyard lovers. The erotic thoughts swam through her head, along with visions of herself rubbing against the thick vine.

As if that was the cue it was waiting for, the bulbous end of the vine probed and then pushed inside Jennifer’s pussy. The vine was as thick as human cock, but wrinkled and ridged and more flexible. It twisted inside her and brushed against her most sensitive spots.

"Ohhhhhh!" Jennifer moaned loudly as the vine fucked her.

Her large breasts heaved back and forth as her hips thrust up and down on the wet grass. All the while, the warm rain drizzled on her naked body. The vine continued to fuck her for several minutes, while the tree branch caressed her breasts and belly with it's leaves. He mind was consumed with lust, and she wanted to cum. But like with the teddy bear, she approached the climax, but never reached it. The desire to cum was overwhelming as the vine ploughed her pussy and the leaves caressed her breasts and the rest of her body.

“Ahhhhhhh,” she moaned aloud. “I need to cum so bad. I'll do anything to cum!”

There was a sudden rustling of the leaves in the tree, and Jennifer heard a croaking voice in her mind, “Anything, my dear?”

“Yesssssss,” screamed Jennifer, her whole body shaking with lust. “Anything!”

“Very well dear, you asked...”

Jennifer heard a grinding, groaning sound and looked to the source. She stared in surprise as the statue of the horse began to move, as if it was alive. This must be a dream, she thought. I must have fallen and hit my head and now I'm dreaming or hallucinating.

The horse statue stiffly shambled over to her prone body. It was not flesh and blood, but certainly no longer inert stone. The horse statue stepped over her body and stopped. It's long erect cock hung down over her chest. Then Jennifer felt the vines around her arms tremble and they moved, spreading her arms and pulling them down toward her hips. The vines continued pulling her arms toward her feet, lifting her to sit up. She was facing the stone cock dangling above her.

“Suck me, and you will cum...” said the gravelly voice.

Her mind resisted doing this, but her body demanded she do it for her release. Besides, she was alone in her garden. Her mouth opened and her lips covered the flat, mushroom-looking head of horse statue cock. She was expecting cold stone, but was surprised, and delighted that it felt like warm, spongy flesh that she could easily get into her mouth. The horse statue cock throbbed on her tongue and she began to suck inch by inch into her mouth.

The vines on her wrists lifted her hands up. She instinctively wrapped both hands around the gray stone shaft and felt it hot and pulsing. The vine in her pussy began to fuck her again. And with her mouth bobbing back and forth on the end of the horse statue's cock, Jennifer felt her body drifting closer to the orgasm she wanted so badly.

 “Suck me, and you will cum...” commanded the voice.

She continued to drive her mouth and tongue over the horse statue's cock head, while the vine twisted and thrust in and out of her pussy. Jennifer managed to get six inches of the gray cock in her mouth. Her large breasts jiggled, and she made gagging, sputtering sounds as she lathered her saliva around the horse statue's cock.

Then as if in slow motion, her hands could feel the cum traveling down the length of the shaft towards her mouth like a flash flood towards the unsuspecting. The liquid boiled into her mouth in a warm wave. It tasted hot and salty and earthy, unlike human, or teddy bear cum. There was so much that it quickly filled her mouth and overflowed, streaming down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. She gulped once, and then swallowed another mouthful before pulling the cock from her lips so that she could breath. The horse statue's cock continued squirting hot cum on her neck and chest. And then she felt the flow cease and the horse statue's cock twitched in her hands as if to let her know that it was done.

As promised, as soon as the horse statue finished it's release, Jennifer felt her own orgasm explode, giving her the release she craved so desperately. She let go of the horse cock, leaving it hanging and dripping above her. She thrust her hands onto the grass behind her, holding herself up as her hips shuddered, with the vine twisting in her pussy. Her mouth hung open and she closed her eyes as the orgasm rippled through her body, shaking her cream-covered breasts.

When the shudders in her body had subsided, she opened her eyes. The vines had retreated, and she sat naked on the wet grass with her thighs spread wide. The horse statue stood next to her.

 “Climb on my dear, and we can go for a ride...” commanded the voice.

Without question, Jennifer climbed weakly to her feet and leaned against the horse. As if in a dream, Jennifer thought this was completely logical. She swung herself up onto the back of the horse and grabbed onto the carved texture of the statue's mane. The horse statue turned and began trotting around the house, heading towards town while the rain still drizzled.

The rest of the night was a blur as she rode the horse through the town. There were shouts from those who saw them in the lamplight. Jennifer happily waved to everyone she saw as she rode naked through the dark streets. She didn’t even remember getting back to the house and the garden, or falling asleep naked on the grass. It was only the first rays of dawn and the sounds of chirping birds that woke her.

Jennifer stumbled back to the house. Along the way she picked up her discarded robe. When she tried the back door, it opened without any trouble.

Continued in Chapter 3

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