Seducing Amanda - 18+ only

 A lonely girl, a haunted house, and a ghostly passion from the past.

Escaping from a disastrous marriage, Amanda Dalton seeks a chance to heal her troubled mind at Dalton Manor, the rambling Victorian mansion recently inherited from her aunt. Her new home seems the perfect place to recuperate, but the house has a secret or two of its own. A mysterious couple comes to call--a beautiful man and woman who share their passion and encourage Amanda to explore her deepest sexual fantasies. But who are they? Where have they come from? Why won’t they tell her their names?

When Amanda discovers she is not the first to enjoy a ménage a troi with the couple, she’s drawn in ever deeper. She combs the house for clues to their identity, her desire to learn the truth becoming an obsession. But her work proves fruitless. With Christmas coming, Amanda knows she will soon have to make a decision--one that will determine the rest of her life. The snow is falling as she sips her wine. In the corner of her room, the lights twinkle on the Christmas tree near the fire. All is still
and quiet. Until there’s a knock at the door…

 WARNING : ADULTS ONLY MATERIAL. Menage, M/F/F, F/F & M/F. Graphic descriptions of sexual acts including oral, anal and Lesbian, explicit sexual language, spanking, mild bondage 

I padded out into the corridor. On both sides, light oak doors stood shut—all except for one. Then I heard another slight moan and a rustling, like bedsheets being tossed around. My breath caught in my throat as I realized the sound was coming from one of the rooms I had yet to tackle. A room that had been—last time I had seen it—stuffed with old chairs, battered children’s toys, and rolled up, dusty rugs. Now its door was open, and a flickering light shone from it.

Trying not to make a sound, I made my way to the door and peered in.

That’s when I saw him for the first time. He wasn’t alone.

The room was as it might have been a hundred years ago. A fire burned in the grate, and a candelabra stood on a dressing table, the light of its six candles enhanced by the mirrors. More candelabra stood on a chest of drawers and on the mantelpiece.

A large four-poster bed dominated the room and on it, a naked couple were writhing around, entwined in each other’s arms. I watched them, fascinated as they kissed and caressed. Then he saw me.

Should I run away? But I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay. Watch. He knelt up on the bed, his cock standing to attention. I stared at it as the woman stirred, and then she too knelt up, smiling at me. I could feel my clit pulsing and knew I was already wet. No words were spoken. We were sharing an intense moment of pleasure and none were necessary. The woman pushed back her long black hair, revealing her full breasts. My nipples hardened as I watched her stroke each tit, tweaking her own large dark nipples before letting her hands travel down toward her black bush. She reached between her legs and began to stroke herself, her eyes closing as she became aroused.

The man beckoned me to come closer. He wanted me to watch. She did too, I could tell by the way she opened her eyes and never took them off me while she removed her finger and put it in her mouth, tasting herself.

I was right by the bed now. I could have reached out and touched them. Maybe even joined in. But something stopped me. I don’t know why, but at that moment, it seemed more important to enjoy the view, and for the first time in my life, I became a voyeur.

The man had moved slightly to one side so that both he and I could see the woman in all her glorious beauty. His cock was rock hard, the head bulging, a reddish purple. The woman lay down and parted her legs. The man moved behind her, still kneeling, his legs on either side of her head as he massaged her breasts. I had never had a woman before, but right then I would have loved to take over from him, feel those magnificent tits, and tweak their nipples between thumb and forefinger as he was now doing.

The woman had parted her pussy lips, and the gleaming pink wetness of another woman was revealed to me for the first time. I longed to put my tongue where her fingers now probed, flicking the engorged clit. Then she pushed two fingers inside her cunt, and my own wetness and desire were so great I felt I would burst.

I could wait no longer. In one swift move, I pulled my nightdress over my head and stood as naked as they were, warmed by the fire that glowed red but for some reason didn’t crackle or sputter.

I saw the man look up at me. I knew I had a good body. Firm, full breasts with rosy nipples, slim waist, blonde hair that stretched down to the middle of my back. He looked a little surprised when his appreciative gaze reached my hairless pudenda but licked his lips when I parted my legs and started to play with myself, copying the woman’s actions and feeling my passion rising. I needed to hold back. If I didn’t I would come too quickly and I didn’t want to miss anything these two would do to each other. With a sigh, I removed my fingers and started, instead, to massage my tits. My nipples stood to attention, hardened like little pebbles.

The man shifted position, moving around to position himself between her legs. His lover removed her fingers, and his tongue took their place. Allowing my own fingers to return to my pussy, I watched him lapping at her. His tongue darted in and out of her hole, sucking her clit while she moaned and writhed on the bed, clutching the bedsheets. Then, with a scream, she came, and while she was still reveling in waves of passion, he thrust his cock into her.

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