Raven Riley

RavenRiley moved into our neighbourhood a few days back. She had just put a lease on the old Casporowitz property. For some reason, nobody stayed there long. there were some funny whispers in the neighbourhood about the house. My wife was at her mothers' and I was all alone.
About a week later, I was coming back from the office, and I saw Ravenriley Lying on her porch, unconscious and naked. I picked her up and carried her into my house. Tucking her in, I couldn't help noticing her perfect body - the long, shapely legs, plump ass, curvy waist and firm bouncy breasts. After some time, she came to and her eyes were wild with fear and she was trying to say something, but nothing came out. I gave her a cup of hot chocklate and slowly, she calmed down. I asked RavenRiley what happened, and here's what she told me -
When she moved in, she had a funny feeling that there was someone else there, but she looked all over and found no one. Very tired, she fell asleep on the couch without changing. When she got up, she was in the bed, naked. She thought she have got up sometime in the night. When she came back home in the evening, she changed, and then tried to sleep. After some time, she got the same feeling again, of another presence. Suddenly, she felt something - a hand, a very cold hand - stroking her hair - but she couldn't see anyone. Terrified, she tried to get outof bed, but it - the thing - was holding her down. She tried to scream, and was knocked off the bed, onto the floor - knocking her breath out. RavenRiley was picked up and dumped again on the bed. It stripped off her gown and she could see the marks on her thighs where it was holding her, but couldn't see any hands. The ghost spread apart her legs and penetrated her, pounding her pussy. ravenRiley thought it must be a bad dream, but the only wakeup she got was when her legs were lifted up high and she was being pounded in the ass. Finally, after a lot of sqeezing and thrusting, the ghost let go. She went to her closet, piled her clothes into a suitcase and made a run for the door, but the door wouldn't open, the suitcase was pulled out of her grasp, and RavenRiley found herself locked in her own bedroom, held by a ghost who was using her as a sexual object. She must have fallen asleep, and was woken up by the sound of the door clicking open. it was morning, and she quickly washed up and made a run for her car. As she climbed into her car, the passnger door opened and the seat was compressed, as if there was someone sitting there. RavenRiley was fondled all the way to her office. She made her way to her table, only to land up in the ghost's lap. She was going to have to spend the day on his lap. She tried to get some work done, but the ghost was stroking her pussy, fondling her breasts - it was impossible to sit there. She told her boss she wasn't feeling well and went back home, scared to talk to anyone about the ghost. As soon as she reached home, the ghost stripped her, and she found herslf on her knees, sucking a cock she couldn't see, gasping for breath. For seven days and seven nights, RavenRily was fucked in every hole she had by a ghost with an incredible cock with a never ending supply of cum. ravenRiley somehow managed to stumble out and was lying on the porch when I saw her there.
Leaving her tucked up, I made my way to the local news office and requested any records they had on the Casperowitz property. Browsing through 40 years of records, I came accross the one I was looking for. it seems that old casporowitz was caught with his finger in the pie, screwing a young 20-something slut, by his wife. Later that night, she drugged him and cut off his pecker. on her way out, for good measure, she hung his pecker on the front porch. The newspaperboy saw it, heard old casporowitz screaming to high heaven inside, and pretty soon the whole town knew about it. After returning from the hospital, Casporowitz put a gun in his mouth and blew his brains out.
Coming back to my house, i found Ravenriley up and about, looking very fetching in my shirt. We had a long talk, and I told her all about Casperowitz. She seemed confused and a little lost as to what to do. I told her not to worry, she could stay at my place as long as necessary. I also told her I had a plan. That seemed to cheer her up a bit. She was looking achingly lovely, like an innocent virgin, but I kept my hands off, considering that she might need to recover from a week of overdosing on sex with a ghost without a cock.
I browsed the net, and downloaded a castration clip - copied it onto a tape and added some nifty background screaming, a grinning newspaper boy and some folks laughing their head off at the local bar. I told RavenRiley to take the tape back to her house, put it in a player and wait for Casperowitz to come before hitting the play button. She reluctantly agreed, and I made myself comfortable near her bedroom window. The whole thing went off as planned, and Casperowitz was gone even before the tape was finished - no doubt to lick his wounds and recover before attacking again. I went into her house, and RavenRiley was wearing her own clothes again. She was very thankful and profusely grateful for my help. I told her it was nothing, and then fucked her brains out. Maybe I wasn't as good as old Casperowitz, but I guess I came pretty close. That night, I was screwing her in front of the TV, her legs spread apart on the couch and me pumping away inside her lovely tight little pussy, when she gasped and tried to sit up. My back was to the door, so I had to turn to see who had startled her, fully expecting to see randy old Casperowitz unbuckling his belt for a gangbang, but found instead my wife - with a big butcher knife in her hands and a wild fire in her eyes. Guess old Casperowitz won't be feeling so lonely after all.