Clarkson Mannor

Ivan Clarkson

Ivan smiled as she accepted, his arms going around her as she closed her eyes, both of them beginning to move as one. Ivan closed his eyes, focusing on a memory, the first dance he had ever taken Celeste to, and willed it to happen again. The faint strains of the music filled the large room as he opened his eyes once more, smiling at Jenna as she glanced about quickly in disbelief before asking him, “How can this be?”

“Oh, there are times when I think this old house is alive and dreams of it’s own glory days as much as I do,” Ivan said, admiring her as they swirled gracefully around the phantom couples around them. She looked ravishing in the elegant low cut gown, her fiery hair piled up on top of her head in an elaborate fashion that had gone out of style decades ago. “I must say that outfit suits you,” Ivan told her, holding her tight as the music turned into a slow romantic waltz.
 
Kellie

Kellie whimpered, her mind spinning from the pleasure that seemed to coming at her from all directions; she threw herself at Dillion with her lust shining blatantly in her big brown eyes. Her shirt and skirt off, her bra opened in the front, she wore only a little bikini bottom as she tried to wrap herself around Dillon. Her fingers were in is hair pushing his mouth into her tits, they ran down his back trying to pull his body back against hers, they fumbled at his pants trying to get to his cock.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot; although her knees continued to feel weak, she was unable to stand still. She was nearly frenzied, only wanting one thing, only thinking of only one thing. She almost hooted with joy as she got Dillion’s pants open and wrapped her hand around his hard cock. She was one step closer to having his cock in her, fucking her, fucking her hard, and that was all she could think about.
 
Jenna

It felt wonderful being there with Ivan, in his arms. She smiled up at him as they danced across the room. "It feels so real, so right," she told him. She felt so safe in his arms as he twirled around the dance floor.

Jenna's one hand rested high on Ivan's shoulder and she couldn't resist moving it into his hair. The touch sending a shiver down her back. SHe was taken in by the song and by the moment.
 
Celeste

The house was electric and I could feel the sexual tension building from every floor of the old house. I felt like a maestro and they were playing my composition. The raw energy of pure hot sexual tension flooded over my body as I looked back at Kole finally taking notice after blanking out for a moment. I grinned devilishly at him licking my tongue across my lips. His hands touched my neck tentatively. I turned around onto my back and wrapped my legs around him quickly rising forth and pushing my lips against his while my tongue jetted from my mouth into his.

"UMMMMMM, This is more like it Ivan. The house is alive and well once more."

My hands reached for his pants trying to undo them as I held Kole in my grasp. I began to reach out to Dillon and could feel that he and Kelli were engaged in a sexual union of their own. My spirit called to theirs as I urged them to satisfy themselves with one another before calling them to my side.
 
Ivan Clarkson

“Let it be real, Jenna,” Ivan told the young woman with a smile, the feeling of her in his arms rejuvenating him, his will strengthening the memory, bringing the past to live for her. “Let us dance forever if we can,” He whispered happily as they danced, moving together perfectly, their bodies matching each other in a graceful rhythm.

He truly could dance forever with this vibrant, beautiful woman in his arms, forgetting his past, his curse, his very existence, as long as he could see the joyful smile on her lips. This is what love is meant to be, Ivan thought to himself, the melancholy memory of his troubled marriage to Celeste in stark counterpoint to his current feelings.

“The house may be alive once more, my dear wife, but it is not well,” Ivan thought bitterly towards his wife, knowing full well how she was entertaining herself in the bedroom. “These young people should leave,” Ivan spoke mentally with his wife, contempt and anger filling him as he felt the sexual tension streaming from the parlour. “Before the curse effects them, before you corrupt them more.”
 
Celeste

Ivan just could never understand and let himself go for once. He blamed me for the failure of our marriage and his ultimate act of vengence upon his "slut wife" but he was never able to understand my need for sex nor could he separate love from sex. He wanted the young people to leave but I had my doubts about wanting Jenna to leave.

"Oh Ivan just allow yourself a moment of pure unbridled joy and satisfaction. Take that girl in your arms and please her. She is practically begging for you to take her don't resist your urges.
 
Dillion

His cock free, Dillion wriggled causing his pants to fall down his legs as he greedily suckled at Kellie’s luscious tits. He stepped free of his pants and let go of the girl just long enough to pull his shirt off. He still could not understand why she wanted it so, but clearly Kellie was in need a good hard fuck. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her as he kissed her deeply again. He laid her on the sofa and bean to climb atop her sexy wriggling body. I his head he heard a voice encouraging them to enjoy their lustful union. He closed his eyes as he pressed his body to Kellie. He felt her heaving breasts against him and the warmth of her flesh on his throbbing rigid cock. But in his mind he saw something far different. He saw Celeste, but not the woman as she was. The image was of a youthful vibrant female. She was naked and smiling. Her eyes beckoned someone to take her as Kellie was practically almost demanding Dillion to take her. The sexy horny girl wrapped her legs around his torso pulling him into her. In his mind he saw Celeste smile as Kellie’s juicy pussy engulfed his cock.
 
Kellie

She all but jumps him when he has removed the last of his clothing. Naked, he pulls her to him for a deep kiss and she wraps her leg around him, trying to hold him closer, to keep him pressed against her. When he lays her on the sofa, she spreads her legs, open and eager, a clear invitation to her glistening pussy. As soon as she feels his weight and his warmth on her, she starts to move, wriggling her body in an attempt to capture his cock with her cunt. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her, the strength of her legs driving him into her hot and wet pussy. She cried out with relief when he finally entered her, when he filled her cunt with his stuff cock. But the relief was short lived, her body was demanding more and no matter what her mind wanted, her body’s needs were driving her ot the wishes of her head.

“Fuck me, Dillon. Fuck me hard.”

Her words were spoken in a harsh and passionate tone, drawn between heavy breaths. None of Kellie’s usual ‘sex for fun’ attitude was obvious; all she wanted was a sound fucking. Her heels pressed into is back driving him into her with all the force she could add to his thrust, she flexed her pelvis to make it easier for him and as soon as he entered her she was lifting her pelvis to meet him. Her cunt tightened around is cock, grasping and clutching it, squeezing and holding as he pounds into her.
 
Jenna

The movement in the room left Jenna spinning. Ivan's words, "let it be real" replayed in her head. She felt her body being drawn into the magic, Jenna gave up fighting.

She danced with Ivan as though they had aways ment to be this way, as though she belong here in his arms. Jenna laid her head on his shoulder wanting to be closer to him, feel his body near her's.

"Forever," she whispered.
 
Ivan Clarkson

Ivan smiled, holding the young woman closer as she rested her head on his shoulder, his hands sliding over the soft satin of her gown as they moved in the measured steps of the dance. “Forever, She sighed softly, the word bringing both happiness and a crushing sadness to the spirit who held her in his arms. That this beautiful young woman, this vibrant girl would want to spend eternity with him made him want to sing, to laugh, to jump in joy but… If she did, if she truly wanted to be with him, it meant condemning her to an existence much like his own. Forever here, forever together, forever trapped within the walls of the house.

“Forever and never,” Ivan sighed, his cheek resting against her forehead as they dance, reveling in the sensation of her next to him, but knowing he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, stoop to Celeste’s level. She was already endangering one young man’s soul, with plans for the other two probably already laid out.
“I’m sorry, Jenna,” Ivan whispered to her softly as the music changed. The slow romantic notes of the waltz deepened, slowed, morphing into a dark funereal dirge. “You should go, flee this house, my dear,” He whispered to her softly as his body began to fade, the memory and illusion of the dance fading with him. “Go, my love,” His voice came to her softly, little more then a breeze as his spirit faded from the room, leaving her standing in the middle of the dark, dirty ballroom.
 
Jenna

The room became dark, dingy. The beauty, the music, the joy she had felt only moments ago gone. Jenna looked around, hoping Ivan had not left her, only to find he had. Why, what had she said or done?

She remembered his words,"You should go, flee this house, my dear". How could she just leave after feeling the happiness she found in his arms? Jenna found a chair off to the side of the room and sat. She was suddenly filled with such a sadness. Her heart went out to this man, a man she barely knew.

Maybe it was best she and the rest of the gang leave. The man was married, he had a beautiful wife. How could she think that he would want her? She'd hoped seeing Celeste flirt with Dillon and Kole had ment maybe she had a chance with him. Perhaps she was wrong.

Jenna had never felt like this. She always fought for something she wanted. Could she really just let this go. If he didn't want her, she would have to. Jenna sat there in the dark, her arms hugging her body, not sure if she should stay or go.
 
Sam

"Have I done well with Kellie, my love?" he asked Celeste as he watched Kellie beg to be fucked by Dillion. Sam got a feeleing that things weren't going well for Jenna and moved to the ballroom. He reached out and lightly caressed the back of her neck hoping it would have a possitive effect on her like it had on Kellie.
 
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Ivan Clarkson

Ivan Clarkson stood at the attic window, his eyes fixed on the raindrops as they fell against the cracked window panes. His hands were clasped behind his back, his jaw clenched tight, as stared out into the night. He knew it was wrong, knew he would be condemning her to his fate, but every fiber of his being called out for him to return to Jenna, take her in his arms, hold her. “Forever.”

He wanted her, felt desire for her like he’d never felt before, not even when he had first met Celeste. Those few minutes when they had held each other close on the dance floor had been the closest to Heaven as Ivan had ever felt. Was it wrong to embrace his own joy if it meant harming her?

As he stood there, staring out at the rain without really seeing it, Ivan could still feel her, feel her sitting in the dark and cold ballroom as if awaiting something. Go my child, please, go,” Ivan pleaded with her silently. He remained there, fighting his every instinct until he felt Celeste’s pet spirit, her lover, Sam begin moving towards the ball room.

“No!,” Ivan declared, “you will not corrupt her.” Hurrying back down the stairs, Ivan gathered his will, focusing it on Sam. Just because he’d never acknowledged the other spirits presence didn’t mean he was unaware of him, that he couldn’t find him. Remaining invisible, Ivan entered the ball room, seeing the shifting white mist that was Sam hovering above Jenna. Leave her alone, Sam. Ivan warned the disembodied spirit. You and your mistress won’t corrupt this one, not as long as I’m here.

Willing himself to appear before Jenna, Ivan bent down in front of her chair. “I’m sorry I left you so abruptly,” He apologized, his hand reaching out to take one of hers, his will bringing the ball room back to life. “There are some things that I should explain to you, my dear. Things that I think you should know.”
 
PogueMahone said:
Leave her alone, Sam. Ivan warned the disembodied spirit. You and your mistress won’t corrupt this one, not as long as I’m here.

Sam quickly left Jenna and went to hide from Ivan, then try to find some other mischief to get into. "Wait, Celeste is trying to seduce the other young man" and set off to find them to play with his lover.
 
Jenna

“I’m sorry I left you so abruptly,” He apologized, his hand reaching out to take one of hers, his will bringing the ball room back to life. “There are some things that I should explain to you, my dear. Things that I think you should know.”

He was back, as was the room. Jenna blinked not believing was her eyes were seeing. She shook her head, hoping any it may make things clearer. "Ivan what happened? Why did you leave earlier? Was it me? Did I do something?" Her question coming streaming out.
 
Touching her neck was like firing a starting pistol - she turned to me, her eyes swimming with something... something that looked like lust, but also, oddly, like a knowing, almost smug shimmer. Her mouth spread into a absolutely nut-popping, sexy grin - and I was lost...

Her tongue danced over her lips and my eyes followed it, hypnotised.

She turned onto her back, her shapely legs flicking out, wrapping instantly around my waist, pulling me to her. I gasped with surprise - surprise and longing. I wanted her. I wanted to be with her, in her... more than I had ever wanted anything.

She pressed her sweet mouth to mine and I felt her tongue dart past my lips into my mouth and I groaned with lust.

She was hungrier than I was - insatiable even. She moved so quickly - her hands flashed to my pants, jerking at my belt, throwing it to one side and splitting my button fly in an instant, with another devilish grin.

I groaned again as my cock bulged, erect and hard, aching, almost screaming for her to release it.

My hands quickly moved down from her neck, passion guiding them as I jerked and tugged at her clothes, pawing her breasts clumsily through the material - my other hand continuing it's descent, pushing up her skirt, feeling the exquisite soft flesh of her thighs as my fingers tugged at the material of her panties - my breath coming in short sharp gasps against her mouth as I returned over and over again to kiss that hot, soft mouth.
 
Celeste

I could hear Sam calling to me as his work with Kelli was done. Then I felt Ivan's wrath as he came to protect his darling Jenna from Sam's pleasurable touch.

"Sam darling if you like you can join us upstairs my lover."

Kole kissed me eager to taste my love and to feel his rod push into my sex. I spread my legs wide for him as he lifted my skirt his pants around his ankles my shirt off exposing my large pert breasts. I yearned for his cock to enter me to feel the energy of the living pulse through me once more.

"OH YES KOLE, FUCK ME NOW!, Take me Kole fill me with that big cock of your's and let me show you how a woman can make you feel."
 
Sam

sinfulsandi said:
"Sam darling if you like you can join us upstairs my lover."
I made a mad dash for her voice. When I entered the room, my cock was instanly hard, I raced to her "what will you have me do my love?"
 
Kole

Celeste pushed against me, spreading her legs as her thighs gripped my rib-cage simultaneously crushing me and pulling me into her - she was wild - I had never felt so hard in my entire life.

Her shirt fell back from her shoulders as I finally managed to tear at the remaining buttons and her full, bountiful tits bounced into view. I moaned deeply in my chest, as I watched, as they sat up, impossibly on her ribcage, crying out to be touch, kissed, devoured.

I was way past the point of resisting and plunged my face into her chest, my tongue thrashing at her ripe flesh, seeking out the budding nipple I could feel hardening against my cheek.

"OH YES KOLE, FUCK ME NOW!, Take me Kole fill me with that big cock of your's and let me show you how a woman can make you feel." she barked at me. Part of me worried about others hearing - Jenna, Dillon... her husband, but that part of me was totally overwhelmed by my crazed desire to take her.

I could feel her heat radiating towards my throbbing cock, guiding me in like a lighthouse and soon I felt my swollen cock-head bumping against her puffy outer lips.

She was already soaking wet - and I gasped in surprise and pure, crazed lust. We both bucked our hips together and with a shuddering moan I slid into her effortlessly. A long, wracked groan thundered out of me... "Ooooohhhhh fuck..." I gasped as her exquisite tightness clamped onto me, with more gushing juices flooding down my shaft to my heavy balls.

Celeste heaved her legs around my back again, pulling me into her in my entirety in one go as I bottomed out inside her pulsating pussy. I groaned again, into her fabulous tits as I fought the urge to just flood her with cum already.

That same warm, tingling sensation from touching her neck was now washing over me from the groin upwards...

It felt fantastic.
 
Dillion

“Fuck me, Dillon. Fuck me hard.”

Dillion had been inside Kellie more times than he could remember but never had it been like this. Her cunt quivered and sucked on his cock as if trying to pull more of him into her. Her legs gripped him and her feet seem to be trying to lock him in place. Her entire body was alive with wanton lust. He himself was feeling things he could not understand. Though it was Kellie’s voice screaming her desires, it seemed to him that the words came from someone else. But that did not matter; he was gripped by the passion of the wild and raw sexual encounter.

He ground into his fuck buddy and pounded her willing pussy harder then he had ever fucked anyone before. No matter how deep or how hard he fucked her she seemed to want or need more. For both of them it was need that drove them. Their union had gone far beyond desire. He could make no sense of what was happening to him. The pleasure of unbridled passion overwhelmed his senses. His mind swirled with images, he took to be hallucinations. Kellie’s and Celeste’s faces merged and morphed in his mind. He went from one room to another. Though he well knew he was on the sofa fucking his sweet young date there were moments when he felt he was upstairs in a bedroom, atop a young vibrant Celeste. However, those thoughts were not of the present day. Time became distorted.

His cock throbbed and jerked inside Kellie’s hot wet cunt. His balls tightened. His body was moving headlong toward a powerful climax. It was like a runaway train. Even as he neared the point of complete sexual bliss there were voices in his head. One in particular called to him………. "Come to us, when it is finished, be with us, stay with us…” He could not fathom its source. Suddenly his mind was blank as the moment of orgasm came upon him. It hit him with a force he had never experienced before. His body convulsed as his cock pumped his thick cum into Kellie’s body.
 
Ivan Clarkson

“I’m sorry I left so abruptly, Jenna,” Ivan apologized once more, his hand holding hers. “But I felt… I felt that it would be best if you left, if I didn’t see you anymore. Not for something you did, you’ve done nothing, but rather, it’d be best if I didn’t see you because of something I once did. Because of something I am.”

“The photograph you found in my study, the one I told you was of my great grandfather. That was really me, it was taken shortly after I married Celeste. My name is Ivan Clarkson, I was born in Little Rock, Arkansas in 1866. I married Celeste in July of 1904 much to my eternal regret. One late October eve, I came home to find her yet again in bed with another man. I had been drinking, I was insanely jealous of her… I murdered her, strangled her to death in the master suite. She’s buried outside, in the rose garden.”

Pausing, Ivan looked up into Jenna’s eyes, trying to see how his confession was effecting her, how she must now feel about him.
 
Celeste

I felt Kole's hot tongue as it touched my nipples then the head of his cock was pressing against the folds of my pussy. He was insane with passion and suddenly he was inside me his cock sliding deeper and deeper into me until he filled fully. My pussy contracted around his rod massaging it as he began moving it in and out of me like a greased piston. I grabbed his head pulling his hair then moved my hands to his back raking my nails across his skin as he fucked me hard. I held my legs up and pulled my knees back towards my chest allowing him full access to me.

"Thats it Kole fuck me baby drive your raging pole into me over and over. Slam it hard into me darling. But don't cum yet as I have other plans for you before you spew your seed into me. I want to ride you like you have never been ridden baby."

I heard Sam call to me and suddenly he was in the room with us.

"Sam darling why dont you place that cock in my mouth for while this young stud fucks me."

I could feel the power within me the power behind the curse build and grow with every thrust of Koles cock and it empowered me beyond belief. The raw power and the pure satisfaction of the carnal act was mind blowing. I drew upon the energy allowing it to flow through me and into Kole as a feeling of immense pleasure the likes of which Kole could not even imagine.
 
Kellie

There were no images in Kellie’s mind, no pictures of another time or place, no other man, no other touch.

“Oh god, Dillion. Yes, baby, yes!”

For Kellie, there was nothing other than the rhythmic pounding of Dillion’s cock into her cunt, the heat of his body, the salty taste of his skin beneath her lips, the weight of him pushing her in the soft pillows of the sofa, the feel of his breath at her neck. Her body was so fueled by her need for him that there was nothing else. The need to fuck him drove her body to his, her back curving and her hips charging upward, thrusting to him as he pounded into her.

She responded to the signaling throb of his jerking cock. Her arms and legs enveloped him, pulling, and holding him to her with frantic strength. Her nails left long thin welts in his back as she clutched at him. No longer thrusting, she ground her hips against him with slow powerful motion while her cunt engulfed his cock with pulsating tightness. She screamed as he drove her body to the release it ached for and she flooded over him as he pumped his cum into her.

As moments passed, she sobbed his name over and over again, she burying her face in his chest, unwilling to look at him, unable to face what she had done and how she did it.

"I'm sorry, Dillion..." she mumbled into his chest.
 
DIllion

“Why baby? It was amazing! I loved it and you sure seemed to be having fun. Nothing to be sorry about.” Dillion said still panting from the exhilaration of the wildest fuck he had ever had. “Kellie, I didn’t know sex could be like that, please don’t feel bad.”

He caressed and stroked her. He felt so good he hated to see her feeling like she did something wrong. But in his heart he knew that there was something strange about the old house. It must have been what made Kellie turn into a wild woman and made him see and feel things that were not there. He just wished he could shake the feeling that they were being watched. He kissed her soft as he continued to try to reassure her.
 
Jenna

PogueMahone said:
“The photograph you found in my study, the one I told you was of my great grandfather. That was really me, it was taken shortly after I married Celeste. My name is Ivan Clarkson, I was born in Little Rock, Arkansas in 1866. I married Celeste in July of 1904 much to my eternal regret. One late October eve, I came home to find her yet again in bed with another man. I had been drinking, I was insanely jealous of her… I murdered her, strangled her to death in the master suite. She’s buried outside, in the rose garden.”


Jenna looked into his, his story so unbelievable, yet she believed it. Somehow it didn't matter, she knew her life was forever changed this night. Something was right about Ivan.

"Ivan, I don't care," she reached up touching his cheek, "you were angry and rightfully so. I could never hurt you like that. I want to be with you."
 
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