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My husband and I moved from our home town to a secluded place in northern Wisconsin. To get away from my past and his family and to start a new life together all our own. We got a great deal on our first home because it was a real fixer upper. My husband is handy with a hammer and I at decorating so we were looking for a deal. The add said it would need a little work but little did we know what we were really getting ourselves into.
When we arrived at our new property I have to say we were a little taken back. We realized quickly just how old and run down it had become. I mean it looked real old and real run down we both just stared said nothing but shook our heads. It hadn't been lived in for a very long time. The pictures on the website were obviously older photos taken when someone was maintaining the grounds and the home it's self. We would never have made an offer on this place if we seen it in its current state.
It was a ranch style cabin type home set back into the woods but still visible from the road. In it's day I can imagine it was quite nice but those days were long past. Trees and shrubs had grown up in the driveway making it nearly impassable. The grass in the yard was waste high and choked with weeds. The shutters were hanging swaying in the breeze nearly ready to fall off. Most the windows were broken by rocks thrown threw them. The roof needed work several shingles law in the front yard and driveway. The front door was kicked in broken completely in half. I nearly fainted with grief I was too so overwhelmed by the state of this place. Luckily my husband was there to reassure me and give me some support. He put his arms around me gave me a warm hug and said "Looks like we have some work to do" Needless to say place was in long time disrepair inside and out and there was no turning back now. We had nothing to return to putting everything we had onto this place cutting most ties and lacking the will to go home with our peverbal tail between our legs.
Inside was even less inviting I'm sad to say. There wasn't a straight wall in the home or one that wasn't without plaster missing. Some walls you could see straight through into the next room. The only good point of the whole place was the sound real wood floors in nearly perfect condition. Besides a little dust and some glass it looked as if they were refinished a short time ago. With one acception in the far back bedroom where it looked like the floor had been tore up by someone. Leaving a man size hole in the center or the otherwise perfect floor. Underneath was a hole in the dirt the same size as the one in the floor it resembled a shallow grave it gave me cold chill's. My husband suggested it must have been where the previous owners buryed there valuables people often did that in these parts. The basement was flooded with a few inches of black water backup from a overfilled septic system. The plumbing was clogged as well the sinks and toilets filled with the same awful smelling black water as the basement. But oddly enough the copper pipes were all still there nobody had stolen them which we fully expected. After seeing that the front door had been broken into.They were all in good condition needing only minimum repairs. My husband said that we would have running water in no time.
By the time we unloaded of the boxes we thought we would need and fixed a few major things (The front door the windows ect.) We were way too exhausted to think or even eat, we drank sparingly having only a few bottles of cold water and a few soft drinks with us in our cooler along with some sandwiches and snacks. Tomorrow I'd have to run to the store for supplies and my husband for building metals. With the lack of running water no power or gas. Nor did we have a working bathroom. The next few days would be long, hard and dirty with a mountain of work ahead of us.
We cleared out the master bedroom and after a quick sweep then a dust mopping we lay our mattress on the sound wooden floor in the center of the room. There we made our bed and lit a few candles for light and to cover the musty smell of the house. It was finally feeling like home at least a little. We cleaned ourselves best we could with baby wipes and bottled water. Lucky we packed an overnight bag with our toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, comb's and brushes at least we could groom ourselves a little and have fresh breath.
The first night; We were so tired but the romantic glow of the candles bathing the bare room in a warm light. I came from the bathroom where I cleaned myself still damp from the whore bath I had taken wrapped in a clean pink bath towel. My husband lay there on top of the covers the room had cooled a little from the hot summers day his hands folded behind his head looking up at the ceiling relaxing.
What you thinking about? I asked trying to look sexy. And giving him my best pose.
Oh! you startled me sweetheart. I was making a plan for tomorrow a check list if you will?
Do you have a plan for this? I asked dropping the towel to the floor. My bare body before him my full young breasts hard at the nipples. My bare vagina dripping wet with anticipation.
He just looked at me with a smile as if he were seeing me for the very first time.
I had been thinking about making love all day and wanted the first night in our new home to be special. At least it would be in the lovemaking aspect. Crawling into the bed and up between his s legs I took his cock out of his tight black boxer briefs. He was already semi hard it seems he was thinking about more than a check list.
Oh yes! He gasped as I took him into my mouth stroking and sucking him gently till he was hard and fully erect.
I continued this till he was with me fully in the moment our thoughts not on anything but each other and the feeling of pleasure. Sucking him for several minutes going deeper and deeper with every suck. He was fully hard and we'll on his way to a blissful orgasm. I knew it was time for my pleasure to begin Les he ejaculate premturley. I wanted to time our lovemaking so we climaxed together. Those orgasms were always so much more memorable and special to us. I could think of no better way to build confidence and closeness between us. Leaving his cock I kissed my way up his hard body stopping at his nipples. He likes when I pay attention to them licking circles around them suckling them till they grow hard and I hear little moan's coming from his lips. Then I continued up till I was straddling his face. His strong hands took my waste and his tongue happily lapping at my wet cunt. My husband really likes to eat pussy and he's great at it. A girl couldn't wish for a better man in that department he can often get me off with just his tongue. His hands smoothed there way up my body starting at my firm young bottom then my slender waist finally grasping my breasts pinching my nipples causing me to moan with pleasure. My hips pumping his face in rythem with his tongue which dipped deep into my hole. I was so into it I felt like there were more than one set of hands on me. My husband still fondling my breasts and a second set on my firm young bottom toying with my anus. I thought it was just the moment just my spinning head edging closer and closer to a blissful orgasm and confusing my sences. I felt a finger entering my ass deep inside me tickling a sweet spot I didn't know I had. Causing me to cum hard and instantly my juices gushing over my husband's sweet lips and down his cheeks. I stiffened yelping at the top of my lungs. I was glad we didn't have neighbor's because they surly would have heard our cries of pleasure.
I fell onto the bed next to him nearly paralyzed with pleasure. He moved atop me so unlike him he always waited till I came back around before continuing our lovemaking. He was like an a****l tonight crawling atop me he began fucking hard and fast like breeding dog. I could feel him all the way to my cervix pressing against it. His cock seemed huge! It was strange we had been married for three years and I had never felt him go this deep and feel so big before. I was beginning to come back around my hands clawing at his back my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Pumping my pussy upwards to meet his strong thrusting strokes. Loud smacks and slurping filled the room. grunts and moans fell from our lips. Our kissing was more like eating each other's face it was cruel and very sexual. Then... We came together he grasped my hips gave me one final deep painful thrust. I felt a flood of semen wash over my quaking womb painting my inner walls with sticky seed. Strangely it felt icy cold and gave me deep inner chills.
Collapsing next to each other gasping for air our bodies covered in sweat we could say nothing though we tried. Like the words were frozen deep in our throats. Our limbs seemed heavy and we struggled to move. After what seemed like an eternity we fell off to sleep.
We slept sound "like the dead" to coin a phrase. This was mostly do to fatigue and amazing lovemaking. But that night and every night following I or my husband would wake always at the same time ( which was 4:15 am ) Always with the feeling I was being watched or the feeling of something had it's hand on my breast or touching my butt or fingering my vagina. I would often scold my husband the next day for waking me in such a way. If he insisted he could at least finish what he started. He would just say I was over tired and look at me like I was crazy.
I'm use to shitty old houses and I don't freaked out at all seeing a rat or a mouse dash by. Which In the old cabin and we had many. I grew up in such places and when I was a little girl. My junkie mother would tie us up in the basement and turn out the light telling us the rats would get us. This was her form of a "Time out" but the rats never did. In fact we sorta befriended them giving them names and feeding them balls of bread. Her punishment became more a joke than anything. Much like that I accepted the situation for what it was and moved on finishing one job and then the next till I began to see our progress. This gave me hope and a positive outlook on the situation at hand. We worked hard that month July turned into August, August into September the weather began to change and the work came along nicely. Focusing on one thing at a time we began to make progress on that very long " To Do List" and the cabin began to look more like a home than a run down shack.
My husband worked in his family's construction company for many years and he is quite proficient at it. We would work all day and make love late into the night. The lovemaking was as always raw and fierce almost a****l like. It's a time in my life I always look back on with fondness we felt closer than ever and I wondered if this is why the people who cut a life out of this harsh land had such loving long lasting relationships. We could hardly keep our hands off one another and made love every chance we got. Sometimes stopping in the middle of a project we would suddenly start fucking always hard and fast. Often we would feel sorta silly for doing it that way. One such time he fucked me on the ladder while I was painting the bedroom spilling a full bucket of paint all over us we looked quite the mess. Laughing at our state for nearly a half hour but it took hours to clean up. It was a happy time though a lot of work we counted it as experience. It would certainly be a funny story to tell our friends and family some day. I decided to try to get to get pregnant my husband wanted a big family and I so did I. It would be a nice surprise for him and further our bonding even though this was the closest we had ever been. However in that home it never worked our son didn't come along till the following spring when we sold the place and moved closer.
Alone one day My husband went to Duluth to buy some special supplies we needed to get the heat in working order and needed parts for the furnace. I was home alone and decided to paint the living room. The walls wete all finished accept the trim which we intended on completely replacing. We chose a lovely shade of green to paint the shade was soft and soothing. I could no longer stand the sight of bare walls and vowed to get it done before he came back from his supply run. I thought it would be a nice surprise for him to see a fully painted room that I did on my own. I wasn't at all handy but I had painted a few rooms in my day so this would be a breeze or so I thought and it would be one less thing off our list. I was beginning to make some progress the paint was laying on there really good and I had a positive feeling that I chose the right color. Then a few things began to happen I couldn't explain. I would set down a brush or my roller and it would go missing I would spend several minutes looking for it finding it in the strangest places. When I was up on the ladder stretched out trying to get into the corner I felt a hand on my inner thy sliding up under my shorts and tickling my pussy. That sorta freaked me out but I just thought maybe it was me over stretching and giving me a strange sensation.
Then it happened, In the back bedroom was a ladder sat up to hold some flood lights. They were shining on a patch of wall we were repairing and the plaster wouldn't dry so we shined the hot lights on it. Hopefully that would speed up the process then we could frame up this final wall. That would be the last of the sheetrock and the mess it makes. My husband had filled the hole in the floor with the dirt that was dug out of it. Then patched the floor with the loose boards and made a few from scratch it looked nice once again. The ladder fell over with great force. Hitting the floor and shattering the light that was clipped to it. I screamed nearly jumping out of my skin. Nearly falling from my own ladder. Rushing to the room with a broom in hand expecting to see a raccoon or something that somehow snuck into the house but there was nothing. Just the smell of burst light bulb and what sounded like the dull sound of a beating heart. Something stopped me at the door. An eerie feeling it felt like an evil presence was inside. The sound seemed to be coming from under the patched floor. I knew there was no way that ladder could just fall like that and with such force the ladder broke in half. I Immediately ran out of the house and called my husband. I waited in the yard pacing back and forth till he arrived home a few hours later. Running into his arms. He did his best to calm me down. then we went into the house to see what happened. He assured me that these things happen on job sights all the time. Things get knocked over or go missing and there is always an simple explanation for it. I explained the sound to him he reassured me that it was my own heart I was hearing. When I was startled startled by the noise it would raise my heart rate and I could here it doesn't n my own head This seemed to make sences and I felt a little silly. Still I was uneasy all that night listening for any sound how minute it was would wake me.
It was early the moon was peeking thru the window I was at the edge of sleep nodding off from pure exhaustion. I had a dim night light on in the bedroom that gave off a blue glow from the LED bulb. I was naked except for a skimpy pair of white thong panties very sheer and almost non existent. We didn't make love this night though we wanted to, I had been thinking about riding him into bliss all day and planned exactly how I wanted to do it. But because we both needed the sleep we chose not to but vowed to twice as much the next time.
Laying on my stomach to keep warm I choosing not to have a blanket or even sheet on my body being early fall but the summers hear had not ceiced. The cool night air always felt so good on my warm body. I was so tired but still barely awake. I felt the presence of something but kept reasoning with myself but was just my over active mind. The feeling continuing for what seemed like hours my eyes fixed bon the digital clock and the minutes ticking away. I was afraid to look up knowing if see something terrible something that would drive me mad. I would finally fall off to sleep and it would nudge me back in nto reality and the fear I was feeling. It felt like it was standing over the top of me keeping me from the rest I so needed.
Stop it! I exclaimed aloud feeling like it was doing it on purpose. In some hope it would wake my husband.
Then it felt like it was something dark something black and full of hate. I got the chills like the whole room became a deep freeze. I remember my teeth chattering and I couldn't tell if it was from fear or because of the sudden cold. I tried to scream but it was like the words got stuck in my throat like icy fingers around my neck. I tried to reach out to grasp my husbands arm but he felt a million miles away. I felt something on top of me crushing me with it's weight. I remember exhaling all the air leaving my lungs so now I could only breath shallow quick breaths. It was atop me touching my tender flesh with it's chilly fingers. I could here the springs in the matress creeking and popping as if you put way to much weight on them. Stiff like a board I my wrists pinned to the bed. I felt my panties move, inching off my hips down my thy's till the garment was stretched between my knees then I felt it's chilly finger brush over my hot tender but hole giving me a thrill and a chill all threw my body. I was able to get out the word "NO" though all most a whimper. I felt the thick outer lips of my vagina part exposing the juicy pink folds to the sharp chilly air. Now on my labia between it's chilly lips tickling my wet folds touching and licking it felt like a dogs tongue pleasuring me. It ate my vagina till my juices began to run bringing me closer to orgasm. Then it moved on top of me. I felt it enter my vagina it was inside me deep inside. Turning my hot sticky walls so cold. It slipped into my womb threw my cervix. I swear I could feel it fucking me deeper than I have ever felt before. It began pounding me deeper and harder. Licking at my neck and my ear, pulling at my hair. It was breeding me like a fertile whore. It went on forever or it seemed. I could feel a puddle of juice forming on the bed sheet below me so much I could feel it on my stomach. It rammed me deeper feeling like it was knotting me like a dog does when he cums. I felt my body react I came hard making my body even stiffer. Then it came deep inside me and kept ramming my cunt till I came too.
I must have passed out because all I remember after that was waking the next morning my husband in the kitchen cooking breakfast humming a pleasant tune. My panties were gone I scrambled trying to hide my nakedness I felt embarrassed like I had to cover myself the sheet. The sheets and mattress below me were wet like we spent all night fucking on them. There was bruising on parts of my body that should not have them. Feeling all around the bed looking for my panties I could hear my husbands footsteps coming down the short hallway. I pulled the sheet off the bed and covered my nakedness. Just in time looked up at his smiling face and returning a smile.
What's the matter sweetheart? It looks like you have seen a ghost.
N... Nothing... I just had a nightmare is all.
You were tossing and turning all night dear are you ok?
Um... Yes! I just want to take a shower before breakfast so give a girl some privacy please?
My girl is developing some modisty I like it. Ok I'll keep your French toast warm till you get out of the shower then thankfully we finally got that working ha?
Yes hunny and thanks for the breakfast it smells wonderful.
I hurt I could barely walk I had to take the next few days easy telling my husband I was having cramps he made me promise I'd go to the clinic and get a check up.
I don't remember this happening again from time to time something would happen an item go missing or the feeling of something in the room with you. We eventually rented the home out as a vacation cabin we made a nice little profit off the place. I always wonder if I rented it out as a haunted cabin if I would have made more? None of the renters ever mentioned anything happening when they were there so I never mentioned it to anyone.
A few years later I found my panties while preparing the wooden floor for a new finish. They were stuffed in a open knothole in the floor of the back bedroom they were stuck together like they had been drenched with cum. I felt sickened by there sight. I remember running to the back door and throwing them into the woods. I spoke to my shrink about what happened he said it was a common thing calling it "Sleep paralysis" giving it some sort of long name. I really know that something violated me that evening and apparently whatever it was had better, because it never returned for more.
When we arrived at our new property I have to say we were a little taken back. We realized quickly just how old and run down it had become. I mean it looked real old and real run down we both just stared said nothing but shook our heads. It hadn't been lived in for a very long time. The pictures on the website were obviously older photos taken when someone was maintaining the grounds and the home it's self. We would never have made an offer on this place if we seen it in its current state.
It was a ranch style cabin type home set back into the woods but still visible from the road. In it's day I can imagine it was quite nice but those days were long past. Trees and shrubs had grown up in the driveway making it nearly impassable. The grass in the yard was waste high and choked with weeds. The shutters were hanging swaying in the breeze nearly ready to fall off. Most the windows were broken by rocks thrown threw them. The roof needed work several shingles law in the front yard and driveway. The front door was kicked in broken completely in half. I nearly fainted with grief I was too so overwhelmed by the state of this place. Luckily my husband was there to reassure me and give me some support. He put his arms around me gave me a warm hug and said "Looks like we have some work to do" Needless to say place was in long time disrepair inside and out and there was no turning back now. We had nothing to return to putting everything we had onto this place cutting most ties and lacking the will to go home with our peverbal tail between our legs.
Inside was even less inviting I'm sad to say. There wasn't a straight wall in the home or one that wasn't without plaster missing. Some walls you could see straight through into the next room. The only good point of the whole place was the sound real wood floors in nearly perfect condition. Besides a little dust and some glass it looked as if they were refinished a short time ago. With one acception in the far back bedroom where it looked like the floor had been tore up by someone. Leaving a man size hole in the center or the otherwise perfect floor. Underneath was a hole in the dirt the same size as the one in the floor it resembled a shallow grave it gave me cold chill's. My husband suggested it must have been where the previous owners buryed there valuables people often did that in these parts. The basement was flooded with a few inches of black water backup from a overfilled septic system. The plumbing was clogged as well the sinks and toilets filled with the same awful smelling black water as the basement. But oddly enough the copper pipes were all still there nobody had stolen them which we fully expected. After seeing that the front door had been broken into.They were all in good condition needing only minimum repairs. My husband said that we would have running water in no time.
By the time we unloaded of the boxes we thought we would need and fixed a few major things (The front door the windows ect.) We were way too exhausted to think or even eat, we drank sparingly having only a few bottles of cold water and a few soft drinks with us in our cooler along with some sandwiches and snacks. Tomorrow I'd have to run to the store for supplies and my husband for building metals. With the lack of running water no power or gas. Nor did we have a working bathroom. The next few days would be long, hard and dirty with a mountain of work ahead of us.
We cleared out the master bedroom and after a quick sweep then a dust mopping we lay our mattress on the sound wooden floor in the center of the room. There we made our bed and lit a few candles for light and to cover the musty smell of the house. It was finally feeling like home at least a little. We cleaned ourselves best we could with baby wipes and bottled water. Lucky we packed an overnight bag with our toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, comb's and brushes at least we could groom ourselves a little and have fresh breath.
The first night; We were so tired but the romantic glow of the candles bathing the bare room in a warm light. I came from the bathroom where I cleaned myself still damp from the whore bath I had taken wrapped in a clean pink bath towel. My husband lay there on top of the covers the room had cooled a little from the hot summers day his hands folded behind his head looking up at the ceiling relaxing.
What you thinking about? I asked trying to look sexy. And giving him my best pose.
Oh! you startled me sweetheart. I was making a plan for tomorrow a check list if you will?
Do you have a plan for this? I asked dropping the towel to the floor. My bare body before him my full young breasts hard at the nipples. My bare vagina dripping wet with anticipation.
He just looked at me with a smile as if he were seeing me for the very first time.
I had been thinking about making love all day and wanted the first night in our new home to be special. At least it would be in the lovemaking aspect. Crawling into the bed and up between his s legs I took his cock out of his tight black boxer briefs. He was already semi hard it seems he was thinking about more than a check list.
Oh yes! He gasped as I took him into my mouth stroking and sucking him gently till he was hard and fully erect.
I continued this till he was with me fully in the moment our thoughts not on anything but each other and the feeling of pleasure. Sucking him for several minutes going deeper and deeper with every suck. He was fully hard and we'll on his way to a blissful orgasm. I knew it was time for my pleasure to begin Les he ejaculate premturley. I wanted to time our lovemaking so we climaxed together. Those orgasms were always so much more memorable and special to us. I could think of no better way to build confidence and closeness between us. Leaving his cock I kissed my way up his hard body stopping at his nipples. He likes when I pay attention to them licking circles around them suckling them till they grow hard and I hear little moan's coming from his lips. Then I continued up till I was straddling his face. His strong hands took my waste and his tongue happily lapping at my wet cunt. My husband really likes to eat pussy and he's great at it. A girl couldn't wish for a better man in that department he can often get me off with just his tongue. His hands smoothed there way up my body starting at my firm young bottom then my slender waist finally grasping my breasts pinching my nipples causing me to moan with pleasure. My hips pumping his face in rythem with his tongue which dipped deep into my hole. I was so into it I felt like there were more than one set of hands on me. My husband still fondling my breasts and a second set on my firm young bottom toying with my anus. I thought it was just the moment just my spinning head edging closer and closer to a blissful orgasm and confusing my sences. I felt a finger entering my ass deep inside me tickling a sweet spot I didn't know I had. Causing me to cum hard and instantly my juices gushing over my husband's sweet lips and down his cheeks. I stiffened yelping at the top of my lungs. I was glad we didn't have neighbor's because they surly would have heard our cries of pleasure.
I fell onto the bed next to him nearly paralyzed with pleasure. He moved atop me so unlike him he always waited till I came back around before continuing our lovemaking. He was like an a****l tonight crawling atop me he began fucking hard and fast like breeding dog. I could feel him all the way to my cervix pressing against it. His cock seemed huge! It was strange we had been married for three years and I had never felt him go this deep and feel so big before. I was beginning to come back around my hands clawing at his back my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Pumping my pussy upwards to meet his strong thrusting strokes. Loud smacks and slurping filled the room. grunts and moans fell from our lips. Our kissing was more like eating each other's face it was cruel and very sexual. Then... We came together he grasped my hips gave me one final deep painful thrust. I felt a flood of semen wash over my quaking womb painting my inner walls with sticky seed. Strangely it felt icy cold and gave me deep inner chills.
Collapsing next to each other gasping for air our bodies covered in sweat we could say nothing though we tried. Like the words were frozen deep in our throats. Our limbs seemed heavy and we struggled to move. After what seemed like an eternity we fell off to sleep.
We slept sound "like the dead" to coin a phrase. This was mostly do to fatigue and amazing lovemaking. But that night and every night following I or my husband would wake always at the same time ( which was 4:15 am ) Always with the feeling I was being watched or the feeling of something had it's hand on my breast or touching my butt or fingering my vagina. I would often scold my husband the next day for waking me in such a way. If he insisted he could at least finish what he started. He would just say I was over tired and look at me like I was crazy.
I'm use to shitty old houses and I don't freaked out at all seeing a rat or a mouse dash by. Which In the old cabin and we had many. I grew up in such places and when I was a little girl. My junkie mother would tie us up in the basement and turn out the light telling us the rats would get us. This was her form of a "Time out" but the rats never did. In fact we sorta befriended them giving them names and feeding them balls of bread. Her punishment became more a joke than anything. Much like that I accepted the situation for what it was and moved on finishing one job and then the next till I began to see our progress. This gave me hope and a positive outlook on the situation at hand. We worked hard that month July turned into August, August into September the weather began to change and the work came along nicely. Focusing on one thing at a time we began to make progress on that very long " To Do List" and the cabin began to look more like a home than a run down shack.
My husband worked in his family's construction company for many years and he is quite proficient at it. We would work all day and make love late into the night. The lovemaking was as always raw and fierce almost a****l like. It's a time in my life I always look back on with fondness we felt closer than ever and I wondered if this is why the people who cut a life out of this harsh land had such loving long lasting relationships. We could hardly keep our hands off one another and made love every chance we got. Sometimes stopping in the middle of a project we would suddenly start fucking always hard and fast. Often we would feel sorta silly for doing it that way. One such time he fucked me on the ladder while I was painting the bedroom spilling a full bucket of paint all over us we looked quite the mess. Laughing at our state for nearly a half hour but it took hours to clean up. It was a happy time though a lot of work we counted it as experience. It would certainly be a funny story to tell our friends and family some day. I decided to try to get to get pregnant my husband wanted a big family and I so did I. It would be a nice surprise for him and further our bonding even though this was the closest we had ever been. However in that home it never worked our son didn't come along till the following spring when we sold the place and moved closer.
Alone one day My husband went to Duluth to buy some special supplies we needed to get the heat in working order and needed parts for the furnace. I was home alone and decided to paint the living room. The walls wete all finished accept the trim which we intended on completely replacing. We chose a lovely shade of green to paint the shade was soft and soothing. I could no longer stand the sight of bare walls and vowed to get it done before he came back from his supply run. I thought it would be a nice surprise for him to see a fully painted room that I did on my own. I wasn't at all handy but I had painted a few rooms in my day so this would be a breeze or so I thought and it would be one less thing off our list. I was beginning to make some progress the paint was laying on there really good and I had a positive feeling that I chose the right color. Then a few things began to happen I couldn't explain. I would set down a brush or my roller and it would go missing I would spend several minutes looking for it finding it in the strangest places. When I was up on the ladder stretched out trying to get into the corner I felt a hand on my inner thy sliding up under my shorts and tickling my pussy. That sorta freaked me out but I just thought maybe it was me over stretching and giving me a strange sensation.
Then it happened, In the back bedroom was a ladder sat up to hold some flood lights. They were shining on a patch of wall we were repairing and the plaster wouldn't dry so we shined the hot lights on it. Hopefully that would speed up the process then we could frame up this final wall. That would be the last of the sheetrock and the mess it makes. My husband had filled the hole in the floor with the dirt that was dug out of it. Then patched the floor with the loose boards and made a few from scratch it looked nice once again. The ladder fell over with great force. Hitting the floor and shattering the light that was clipped to it. I screamed nearly jumping out of my skin. Nearly falling from my own ladder. Rushing to the room with a broom in hand expecting to see a raccoon or something that somehow snuck into the house but there was nothing. Just the smell of burst light bulb and what sounded like the dull sound of a beating heart. Something stopped me at the door. An eerie feeling it felt like an evil presence was inside. The sound seemed to be coming from under the patched floor. I knew there was no way that ladder could just fall like that and with such force the ladder broke in half. I Immediately ran out of the house and called my husband. I waited in the yard pacing back and forth till he arrived home a few hours later. Running into his arms. He did his best to calm me down. then we went into the house to see what happened. He assured me that these things happen on job sights all the time. Things get knocked over or go missing and there is always an simple explanation for it. I explained the sound to him he reassured me that it was my own heart I was hearing. When I was startled startled by the noise it would raise my heart rate and I could here it doesn't n my own head This seemed to make sences and I felt a little silly. Still I was uneasy all that night listening for any sound how minute it was would wake me.
It was early the moon was peeking thru the window I was at the edge of sleep nodding off from pure exhaustion. I had a dim night light on in the bedroom that gave off a blue glow from the LED bulb. I was naked except for a skimpy pair of white thong panties very sheer and almost non existent. We didn't make love this night though we wanted to, I had been thinking about riding him into bliss all day and planned exactly how I wanted to do it. But because we both needed the sleep we chose not to but vowed to twice as much the next time.
Laying on my stomach to keep warm I choosing not to have a blanket or even sheet on my body being early fall but the summers hear had not ceiced. The cool night air always felt so good on my warm body. I was so tired but still barely awake. I felt the presence of something but kept reasoning with myself but was just my over active mind. The feeling continuing for what seemed like hours my eyes fixed bon the digital clock and the minutes ticking away. I was afraid to look up knowing if see something terrible something that would drive me mad. I would finally fall off to sleep and it would nudge me back in nto reality and the fear I was feeling. It felt like it was standing over the top of me keeping me from the rest I so needed.
Stop it! I exclaimed aloud feeling like it was doing it on purpose. In some hope it would wake my husband.
Then it felt like it was something dark something black and full of hate. I got the chills like the whole room became a deep freeze. I remember my teeth chattering and I couldn't tell if it was from fear or because of the sudden cold. I tried to scream but it was like the words got stuck in my throat like icy fingers around my neck. I tried to reach out to grasp my husbands arm but he felt a million miles away. I felt something on top of me crushing me with it's weight. I remember exhaling all the air leaving my lungs so now I could only breath shallow quick breaths. It was atop me touching my tender flesh with it's chilly fingers. I could here the springs in the matress creeking and popping as if you put way to much weight on them. Stiff like a board I my wrists pinned to the bed. I felt my panties move, inching off my hips down my thy's till the garment was stretched between my knees then I felt it's chilly finger brush over my hot tender but hole giving me a thrill and a chill all threw my body. I was able to get out the word "NO" though all most a whimper. I felt the thick outer lips of my vagina part exposing the juicy pink folds to the sharp chilly air. Now on my labia between it's chilly lips tickling my wet folds touching and licking it felt like a dogs tongue pleasuring me. It ate my vagina till my juices began to run bringing me closer to orgasm. Then it moved on top of me. I felt it enter my vagina it was inside me deep inside. Turning my hot sticky walls so cold. It slipped into my womb threw my cervix. I swear I could feel it fucking me deeper than I have ever felt before. It began pounding me deeper and harder. Licking at my neck and my ear, pulling at my hair. It was breeding me like a fertile whore. It went on forever or it seemed. I could feel a puddle of juice forming on the bed sheet below me so much I could feel it on my stomach. It rammed me deeper feeling like it was knotting me like a dog does when he cums. I felt my body react I came hard making my body even stiffer. Then it came deep inside me and kept ramming my cunt till I came too.
I must have passed out because all I remember after that was waking the next morning my husband in the kitchen cooking breakfast humming a pleasant tune. My panties were gone I scrambled trying to hide my nakedness I felt embarrassed like I had to cover myself the sheet. The sheets and mattress below me were wet like we spent all night fucking on them. There was bruising on parts of my body that should not have them. Feeling all around the bed looking for my panties I could hear my husbands footsteps coming down the short hallway. I pulled the sheet off the bed and covered my nakedness. Just in time looked up at his smiling face and returning a smile.
What's the matter sweetheart? It looks like you have seen a ghost.
N... Nothing... I just had a nightmare is all.
You were tossing and turning all night dear are you ok?
Um... Yes! I just want to take a shower before breakfast so give a girl some privacy please?
My girl is developing some modisty I like it. Ok I'll keep your French toast warm till you get out of the shower then thankfully we finally got that working ha?
Yes hunny and thanks for the breakfast it smells wonderful.
I hurt I could barely walk I had to take the next few days easy telling my husband I was having cramps he made me promise I'd go to the clinic and get a check up.
I don't remember this happening again from time to time something would happen an item go missing or the feeling of something in the room with you. We eventually rented the home out as a vacation cabin we made a nice little profit off the place. I always wonder if I rented it out as a haunted cabin if I would have made more? None of the renters ever mentioned anything happening when they were there so I never mentioned it to anyone.
A few years later I found my panties while preparing the wooden floor for a new finish. They were stuffed in a open knothole in the floor of the back bedroom they were stuck together like they had been drenched with cum. I felt sickened by there sight. I remember running to the back door and throwing them into the woods. I spoke to my shrink about what happened he said it was a common thing calling it "Sleep paralysis" giving it some sort of long name. I really know that something violated me that evening and apparently whatever it was had better, because it never returned for more.
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