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The Haunted Bells - Part 4 of 8

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[i]Part four of eight[/i]Part 1Sue had been unable to sleep right ever since... the incident as she thought of it. In the first few days since her eerie encounter, she tried to blot it out of her mind. All thoughts of sex were quickly banished from her mind. That all changed several days later.She awoke, having relived the incident in her dreams. Half awake, and fully aroused, she let her hands wander over her body. Sue kicked off the sheets, exposing her naked body to the cool air in her bedroom. Her hands encircled her ample breasts, caressing and kneading them. She pulled one of her breasts to her mouth and sucked her nipple until it stood erect. Her hands slid down her belly, reaching her shaved pubic region. With one hand she spread her pussy lips wide, exposing her clit. Her other hand began to finger her clitty, causing electric sparks to energize her loins. Faster and faster did her finger move over her privates, smearing her moisture all over her thighs. Her other hand returned to her breasts, massaging and pinching her nipples. Sue could almost feel herself being entered by... him. Her back arched and her ass came up off the bed as she came with a tremendous rush. Her cum literally gushed out of her cunt, soaking her hand, legs, ass, and the mattress underneath her. She was sucking her juices off her fingers when she realized what she was doing. Sue leaped out of bed, shaking. Since that morning, she had been unable to stop thinking about... the incident. At work she began slipping into the bathroom, touching herself, masturbating to the memory. Sue would get home from work, strip down and immediately begin masturbating. Soon she realized she would have to do something or else she'd never do anything except masturbate. She formulated a plan. That evening when she got home from work, she dressed in the same outfit she wore when she met... him. She put on her bra, then quickly sewed up the tear before donning her t-shirt. Since she'd lost her panties at the cemetery she just slipped on her shorts without underwear. This, of course, got her thinking about that night, and she was unable to resist slipping a few fingers into her shorts and fingering herself to a quick cum.Fortified, she headed out the door and began walking to the graveyard.Part 2Tim had been courting Clarisse ever since he saw her in her window that night, masturbating. He was delighted to discover they both worked at the same place. How he'd missed her he never knew, he guessed it was just due to the huge number of folks that worked where they did. They started small, first spending breaks together, then moving up to lunches. They had swapped a lot of innuendo, and Tim was quite hopeful that he would soon be getting to know Clarisse a LOT better.That evening Tim talked Clarisse into a walk. They strolled at a leisurely pace, headed towards the outskirts of town. During the walk they held hands and swapped tantalizing stories, teasing each other with sexual remarks. As Clarisse walked she jiggled nicely. Her low cut shirt was revealing a lot of ample cleavage, and her nipples stood out nicely through the thin fabric of her shirt. Tim had a bulge in his pants the whole time, and wasn't sure if he wanted her to, or not to, notice it. For her part, Clarisse had noticed Tim quite some time ago. She had spent many evenings with her hand between her legs, wishing it was Tim's hard member instead. Tonight, she decided, she would not go to bed lonely. To help the odds, she decided to skip the bra. This allowed her large breasts to sway and jiggle under the thin material of her white cotton shirt. She also decided to leave her panties at home and just go with the slick nylon shorts. It was a bit cool for shorts, but she was hoping showing some leg would drive Tim crazy.Their walk took them past the old church and cemetery. "Hey, neato." Clarisse said, "I didn't know this was out here.""Yeah, it's been abandoned for quite a while. It used to be an old Episcopal church. Something happened back in the 50's.""Really? I wonder what could have caused them to give up a building like this? It looks like it was real nice in it's time.""Well, near as I can find out it was a pretty popular church. The last records I could find indicated it was still in use around July 1952. Something happened later that year, rumor has it around Halloween, but you know how those stories go. Anyway, after that a new church was built in town, and a new cemetery was created.""Wow, I'm impressed." And she was. "You seem to know all about it.""Yeah well, I grew up not far from here. Mom found out I was playing over here in the graveyard one day, and absolutely freaked out. She forbade me from ever coming over here again. Naturally, I got curious, and over the years since then I've tried to find out why? What had happened here?"Tim was staring intently at the building, the breeze ruffling his hair. "Well, what did happen?" Clarisse asked, entranced."That's the odd part. I just can't seem to find out. Most of the folks who were around at the time died quite a while back. One old geezer I talked with raved about 'unleashing the pits of hell' and 'the walking dead', but he didn't strike me as real stable. Unfortunately the nurses kicked me out of the nursing home before I could find out more.""Well, didn't you go back?""Of course, a few weeks later. It was pretty odd, no one in the home seemed to know anything about the old guy, they sort of vaguely remembered him and knew he'd been taken out by relatives or someone, but no one sure when or by who.""Weird."Tim nodded in agreement. "Over the years there's been lots of reports of strange stuff happening. You know, spooky voices, ghostly figures, the like, but nothing that has ever been substantiated. ""Yeah, my friend Jeannie told me she heard bells, but there are no bells. At least, she said there weren't.""I don't know what she heard, but I can say for sure it wasn't the bells. Back in 1972 a crew came in and took the bells out. They had planned to melt them down to make new ones for the city hall, but the truck kept breaking down every time they tried to take them to the foundry.""Wow, so what ever happened to them?""I finally tracked them down. They're in an old warehouse on the other side of town. The original company that took the bells down stuck them there. They got bought out, then went out of business. The warehouse guy said they'd been sitting back there as long as he can remember, and he's been there since the mid eighties. Not really sure who owns them, but I've actually laid my hands on them.""Oh wow, this is so totally cool." Tim laughed, glad that someone else shared his fascination in the old building. "Most folks think I'm nuts for being interested in it.""Oh no, this is neat. Show me around some!""OK, well, of course we're standing here on the front stairs. Most of the papers you see tacked up here are demolition notices. Seems about every 12 or 15 years, someone decides to tear the old place down. Let's see, here's the last one, looks like 1987. Ah, here's another for 1972. That's probably the one that inspired them to take down the bells.""Hey, " she said excitedly, "here's another notice, looks like a... seizure notice for failure to pay taxes. Looks like nineteen sixty something, but I can't make out the last number. Huh, I wonder why it's never been torn down?""Not sure, I know in the 80's there was a big historical movement. I suppose they might have made noises about it being a landmark or something. You want to see the insides?" Tim asked."Oh, er, I don't know. It's getting dark, maybe we should come back." "Nervous?""A little." she admitted. "Well, there's still a little light, lets go to the graveyard. There's some neat headstones I want you to see." The couple moved to the side, and entered the squeaky gates.Walking down the path, Tim impressed her with his knowledge of local history. He pointed out the headstones of past mayors, tombs of prominent businessmen, and even the final resting places for common everyday folk. Eventually they came to a headstone of low, thick marble. Over the entire plot a huge slab of the same dark granite laid. "Wow, that's an impressive one." commented Clarisse. "Wonder who that is.""Jason Wolfe. Now, he's a real interesting case. If I recall right, he's supposed to be the reason the church burned down.""Burned down? Huh?" Clarisse was confused now, looking over at the church, then back to Tim. He laughed."No, not that building. Actually, several buildings have occupied this property over time, this one is the last of many. Before this one there was an older, but impressive wood structure. Built in the early 1800's, it stood until it burned down in 1850.""What caused it to burn down? And where does this guy fit in?""No one is exactly sure why. All they know is his remains were found in the fire. It seems Wolfe here was in love with the pastors daughter. Story has it the pastor didn't want his daughter to marry some poor immigrant farmer, and forbade them from seeing each other. The last time he was seen, he was leaving the local bar to go kidnap his lady and run off with her.""But he got found out, and in anger committed suicide by burning down the church? Am I right?""Good guess. That's the official story anyway, that I read in the city hall records. One version I heard was that the clergyman found him, killed him, and burned down the church to hide the evidence, or accidentally set fire in a struggle. But of course there's no proof anywhere of what really did occur.""Poor guy, all he ever wanted was his lady love." Clarisse sighed and got a wistful, romantic look on her face. "What happened to.. um what was her name anyway? The daughter?""Sue Ellen, Sue Ann, something like that. Well, this new church opened in 1852, almost two years to the day after the fire. The pastor and his family moved away almost immediately after the fire. He died very shortly afterward, and they brought him back here for burial. He's... let's see.. ah look to the left. See that big, gray tomb with the four columns? That's him.""What about the daughter?""Don't know, never have been able to find out. There's a ghost story though, that she wanders around the church, looking for her lost love.""Spooky." Clarisse said, shivering. Tim stepped closer, and wrapped his arms around her. "Chilly?""Mmm, a little, more spooked than anything. Your arms feel good though. Nice and warm. Oh my," she said, grabbing his crotch, "what have we here?"Tim's face reddened a little. "Um, well, it's, uh. Well, you know, I mean, you're all soft and warm, and...""Hey, it's OK. To be honest, I have felt the same way about you for some time.""Really?""Really. Now shut up and kiss me, you stud puppy you." Their faces met, their lips touched, their tongues exploring each other. They got braver, running their hands over each others bodies. Tim reached back and ran his hands over Clarisse's round ass. He then moved up to her chest, sliding a hand up and inside her shirt. He massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples sending more shivers through her body. Clarisse's hands had not been idle. She had unbuttoned Tim's shirt, and was now working one hand inside his fly. His erection was rock hard in his pants, and felt good to her soft hands. She felt cool air on her skin, and realized her shirt had been pushed up over her tits. Tim was bent over sucking her nipples with incredible enthusiasm. He backed away long enough to say "I want you!" then resumed sucking. He only had to slide her shorts down a little before they hit the ground, revealing her bare bottom side. "Ohhh," she moaned. "OK but... here? Now?" "Sure, why not, it's a little dark now, and no one's around to see us." Clarisse nodded, and they continued undressing.Part 3Tim was quite incorrect in his statement. There WAS someone to see them. Sue had worked her way into the graveyard from the back side. She was shocked to see two figures in the distance, over... THAT spot. Not sure what was going on, Sue tip toed slowly, so as not to make any noise. Using the larger headstones and tombs as markers, she closed to within 20 feet of the couple without being noticed. At first she thought HE was there with someone else, but quickly realized that this man was flesh and blood, and looked nothing like her Wolfy. Her Wolfy. How odd to think of him in those terms. Sue was torn about what to do next. She was afraid if she didn't shoo them away Wolfy might not come back. But if she did they might want to know what she was doing there, and... well... there were some questions she wasn't prepared to answer right now. Her decision was made though, when she realized they getting undressed! She got indignant at first, then realized they were just doing what she had a few days before. Fascinated, she squatted down to get a better view. The woman also squatted, taking his stiff prick in her mouth. Oh, and what a cock it was, even from back here she could see it was nice and thick, and quite long. Sue began drooling over it. The woman was good, very good, as she took every inch of that beauty down her sweet throat. Sue prided herself on her own cock sucking abilities, and wished she had a dick of her own. Subconsciously, one of her hands had moved between her legs and was rubbing her crotch.The woman moved now, and laid back on the slab. The man knelt between her legs. From her vantage point she could tell he was rubbing his dick up and down her wet slit. He then began to slide it in, slowly. The lady had a look of pure ecstasy on her face, her arms wrapped around him. Soon he was pumping that monster cock in and out of her sweet pussy. Sue could stand it no more. She pulled her shorts down and off, to give her access to her now very wet pussy. A kinky thought appealed to her, so she pulled off her shirt and bra so she'd be as naked as the couple was. She knelt on the ground again, and spread her legs very wide. Her hand slid to her cunt, her fingers massaging her clit. As the man sucked each of his ladies breasts, Sue would take her own breast in her mouth, but never took her eyes off the wonderful display of passion in front of her. The man moved back and forth between each breast and his mate's mouth, kissing, sucking, and licking. He was really pounding away, giving her a good fucking. Sue crept forward a few feet, so she could hear what they were saying.Part 4"Oh god, oh Tim, yes baby, oh, um, damn your cock feels so good!""Yes, oh yes I have wanted you for so long, I have jerked off so many times imagining I was right here, in your sweet little pussy.""Baby, oh it's all yours, you can have my pussy anytime you want. It's your pussy, take your pussy baby take it. Ohhhhh""Oh is right, oh fuck your cunt is so wet... yesss""OH! OHfuckyes! Oh honey I'm cumming! Don't stop don't stop ohdon'tstop oh oh oh!" Clarisse's back arched as she clamped Tim close to her. Her pussy grabbed onto the big cock that was invading her body and held tight. She squirted her cum all over Tim's crotch, even soaking his balls. "Oh yeah baby cum all over my cock, oh what a pusssssyyyyy." Clarisse calmed down a little, but Tim kept right on pumping for all he was worth. "I'm getting close!""My tits!" she growled. "Cum all over my titties!" Tim pulled his cock out and moved it between Clarisse's big boobs. Soaked with her cunt juices, his prick slid easily in her cleavage. As his tip would emerge from the top she would lick and suck it, driving him wild with lust. "OH FUCK!" was all he could manage to say as his own orgasm ripped through him. His balls pumped a huge load of semen all over Clarisse's pretty face and chest. He looked down, and she stared back at him with the same lustful look, her face coated in cum.Part 5Sue watched the lusty couple with awe. Her right hand was going non stop on her clit now, getting her body very close. Her left hand mostly tweaked her stiff nipples, pausing to occasionally slide first into her pussy then back and into her mouth. As the man she now knew as Tim shot his load all over the lady, Sue herself orgasmed with such intensity that she passed out, falling quietly between the stones. Part 6Tim hovered over Clarisse for a moment, really enjoying the site of his cum coated lady. She stared up at him, impressed with his virility. Catching something out of the corner of her eye, she asked "What's that?""What's what?""Up there, in the top of the church." She sat up, pointing it out. Tim looked up, but admitted "I don't see anything.""I'd have sworn I saw something up there, moving around.""I don't see anything. Must be the moon reflecting off a cloud or something.""Could be." said Clarisse, uneasy. "Maybe we ought to go?""Yeah, it is getting a bit chilly, 'cmon. Let's head back to your place. After all, you could use a bath, and I volunteer to wash your back!"Clarisse could only giggle as Tim helped her up. The couple redressed and made their way out of the graveyard, arm in arm. Part 7Sue awoke hours later, in her own bed. The sheets were on the floor, and she was totally nude. She had a funny taste in her mouth and her ass hurt. Plus, she realized she was laying in a wet spot, as if she'd had some intense sex. Problem was she couldn't remember having sex, or even coming home. Last she recalled she was back at the graveyard, watching that couple fuck. She smiled at that memory. Getting up, she went in the bathroom to empty her bladder. She was shocked at the image she saw in the mirror. Her face, tits, tummy, and pussy were cum stained, with those flakes of dried cum. She turned and saw that her ass and back were also coated. "What the fuck?" she thought. "Looks like I took part in a collegiate circle jerk." She stepped into the shower, scrubbing it all off and trying in vain to remember what had happened. She dried, and returned to the bedroom. Sue froze, on the bed were two roses, one red the other black. Under them was a note. With trembling hands Sue picked it up and read "Soon my love, we will have all the time in the world and not just fleeting moments like this. Soon my love, JW."To be continued....