The House By The River: A Paranormal Horror Novel

Chapter 5

Emmy felt like she needed to reciprocate and wanted to give him a sloppy blowjob. She knew how much he loved it. Especially when he did not have to worry about her getting her share of the sinful pie. Matt seemed to have other plans. Right after making her orgasm, he proceeded to mount her. She almost bounced from the bed when the tip of his manhood grazed her still sensitive clit. Slowly rubbing the thickness of his dick along her slit, Matt continued in a sawing motion until he gained a raging erection.

With the lights off, and Matt taking command, there was nothing else to do but feel. And feel she did. Emmy brought her hands up to embrace him by the neck. She wanted to feel him close to her, hear his breath turn into grunts as he increasingly lost himself in her. She wanted to feel his heart pound madly as he tried to pound her faster and harder, all while she controlled the distance at which he could withdraw his hips. Emmy brought her legs up and locked them over the base of his spine. He paused just as the tip of his glans glanced the skin of her folds. He exhaled a long, hissy, exhale. Then he pushed.

With her arms around her neck, she threw her head back against the pillow as he entered. Her grip around his neck was tight enough that if Matt decided to get up and prop her against the wall, something that she’d be delighted to experience, he could easily do so. The first insertion always elicited this almost unnatural reaction in her. More so this time. Due to his earlier ministrations, the inner sides of her cunt felt like it was coated in buttons that released pleasure. Buttons that were all pressed the moment his hardness began to slowly make its way inside. She shivered involuntarily, quaking in his wake.

She felt her sopping flesh spread as he poked, the thick and bulbous head of his manliness slowly invading her insides. Emmy felt the effects of all the building up Matt gave her. Feeling every furious vein of her manhood inside her told her that she was ripe for it, that her vagina was swollen with anticipation, gripping his member as tight as it could possibly do. She could not, at that moment, remember when the last time was that this kind of thing happened. That she was turned on so much her genitals felt like it was swelled from the inside. That she felt like she was about to pull all of him, inside her. She only knew that it was long ago. Too long ago.

Either that or he had become thicker. It was almost as if he was too excited. She had never experienced him like this before. His muscled member was hard as a rock and barreled its way slowly, a an erratic but rhythmic manner, stopping when he was buried to the hilt, and pushing it some more before withdrawing again.

She exhaled as the tip of his dick touched the base of her cervix. It was one of the few times he had managed to scrape the tip of his penis on that point and the sensation, a mix of absolute pleasure and some pain, drove her to the edge. Emmy literally felt her juices gushing out. Wet, sloppy sounds started to come off from the area where their hips were joined.

When he pulled back, she wanted to moan but only managed to exhale audibly. The excitement in him was apparent in how ready his cock was – thick, tight, and hard. He did not, however, perform like she assumed he would after a few moments. He did not pound her with abandon. He didn’t take cues from her locked feet pushing him down, coaxing him back in, fast. Instead, he pushed slowly inside and pulled back fast. The teasing was too much for her.

In less than two minutes since he penetrated her, Emmy’s body convulsed again to an intense series of waves pleasure.

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She was absorbed in her own feelings. That was what Matt thought. She was hardly active, just on her back, taking him all in. The entry was a bit hard. Emmy was tighter than usual. Although her snatch was soaking wet, her juices almost seemed inadequate at coating his cock well enough to provide easy passage. He smiled at this sensation. He’d missed it, especially after two children. Now that Emmy appeared to be beyond aroused, the real fun can begin.

Once the tip of his member slid inside, he rejoiced in the velvetiness. The tighter grip, almost feeling like the her mouth when she’d suck him off towards the end,  was a great turn on. He was enchanted with the tight feel that he decided to feel it all. Matt closed his eyes his eyes, to shut off his vision, forcing him to take all the feelings in with only the joined parts of their locked bodies providing sensory input. He tried to put a measure of control into the situation keeping his thrusts on a pattern.

He heard her breathing, gasping audibly. He reluctantly opened his eyes to watch her. Matt loved seeing Emmy squirm. She squirmed more frequently when she was close.

Although she did not appear to be there yet, Matt saw her outline bounce with every thrust forward that he made, a wet, clapping sound in its wake. The hint of her figure, the sound, her tight feel, and even the building aroma that emanated from both their groins only served to push him into higher highs, newer heights of pleasure. With each push, the bulging head of his raging member was assaulted with powerful sensations from all angles. With every pull, the underside of his penis brushed firmly against the flesh of her cave.

He recognized that he could not last long any more even as he tried hard to maintain his pace. Already, he could feel his cock throb followed a full feeling in the area in the pit of his stomach. It was a losing battle. He could not stop it, all that he could do was give in. The more he continued his agonizing pace, the thicker his cock felt. The thicker it felt, the stronger the pressure built up.

He let out a growl. When his semen finally shot out, the release was so intense that Matt had to knowingly remind himself not to make a sound. He bit down and grunted between clenched teeth. Matt settled into a cadence of holding his breath and exhaling it quickly as each spurt coated the insides of Emmy’s tight tunnel. His release spouted a large volume of cum that as he continued to ram his enraged cock into her, some of his sperm dribbled out the sides of her cunt.

His scrambled mind was scrambled even more with the intensity of his ejaculation, body writhing in that sweet series of involuntary convulsions. Matt shook his head once he got a small measure of control back and planted a kiss on Emmy’s cheek. He slowly withdrew his withering penis, savoring the last, beautiful feel of her womanhood. After feeling her go limp and sink into the bed, Matt simply withdrew, arranged his clothes, and stepped out of the room.

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Having been reached in parts he rarely reached, well into the depths of her insides, having been stimulated in areas she had thought was behind her nowadays, Emmy erupted once more. Though she already came twice, the last orgasm was even more powerful than the other two combined. She orgasmed just a few seconds before he did and continued up until his powerful thrusts ended in a series of jets that coated her insides with warm, thick, gooey ejaculate. Even that familiar feeling heightened her pleasure.

She lay flat on the bed still writhing in desire, even as he withdrew his dick from her gaping orifice. Emmy’s body was overcome with miniature tremors, the tips of her fingers and toes tingling with the release. Emmy saw his dark outline stand and exit the room. In the dark, bathed in the afterglow, Matt seemed more muscular, more commanding to her. She smiled and closed her eyes.

Mission Accomplished, she thought.

She changed the position of her body in bed, not bothering to clean up even as she felt some of his juices ooze out. She opted to cover it up with the blanket and scoot to the other side instead. She felt too good to clean up. Cleaning up will have to wait. She clamped her legs on a pillow instead and fell into a deep, sleep.

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From the dimness in her room, little Jean poked her head out of the door slowly and listened. She saw her dad’s outline disappearing from view as he went down the stairs. After a few seconds, Jean shut the door behind her and climbed back to her bed.

“I told you they’re still up,” she said.