Paranormal Secrets: Paranormal Werewolf Interracial Alpha Male Cowboy Ghost Erotica (3 Erotic Short Stories) (2 page)

“Oh, god… that’s the biggest one I’ve ever…
er… seen.” She blurted out in awe.

Holkan smiled and twitched his thick cock
in response. Eleven inches of steel hard manhood throbbed before her. She felt
a shiver run down her spine. A fierce longing to reach out and touch it
overcame her. She rose suddenly and grabbed his cock with both hands.

“It’s even bigger than ever.” She
whispered. She remembered the only other cock she had ever seen and touched,
when she was just eighteen, and that too he was her first crush and had no idea
how to please a woman. An experience she would prefer to forget.

This time it was different. Every fiber in
her body, every thought in her mind, wanted this stranger she had barely met an
hour ago. She couldn’t understand it and she didn’t care. This was even more
exciting and foreboding than the books she had been reading.

Her slender hands stroked the rigid flesh
of his cock and she heard his pleasurable moans. It excited her and she
increased her tempo. She looked at the surging organ, the large exposed head
gleaming with his juices, and she felt an insatiable urge to take it in her
mouth. She looked up at him and saw the pleading look in his eyes.

Holkan stiffened as she took the entire
head of his cock into her moist, warm mouth. She felt his body tighten and knew
that her mouth gave him instant pleasure. She began to suck on the head slowly
at the same time running her hands up and down over the thick, throbbing shaft.
She enjoyed the ribbed hardness of his cock against her fingers and the way his
heavy balls felt in her small palms. She squeezed the little orbs sliding
around inside the sac and he grunted. More of his pre-cum oozed into her mouth
and she relished his taste.

“Oh, Helena…” Holkan grunted. “You are
wonderful… if only… no, I must not.”

“What must you not?” She looked up at him
puzzled, holding the throbbing treat and licking it lovingly.

“I must not lose control.” He said mysteriously
and deftly dropped to his knees. “Come, it is time for our union.”

“Oh, but we are in uniooo…” She cooed as he
pushed her down and lifter her butt up with both hands.  He lowered his large
head between her legs and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her
dripping pussy.

“Oh, god…” Helena moaned, squirming her
hips. “I’m so going to cum if you lick me with that tongue of yours…”

Holkan didn’t respond. Instead his snaking
tongue hungrily slobbered over her exposed pussy. Her hips bucked as his tongue
lashed across her, from her ass hole, over her pussy and to her hypersensitive
clit. As he lavishly licked her pussy, she felt the sharp pricks of his canine
teeth near her clit. The slight pain mingled with the pleasure, adding to the
wild miasma of sensations running through her body. It drove her to the brink
and she felt her insides clench hard. Helena threw back her head and let her
body release itself into a mind numbing orgasm.

“Ohhh, Hoool…kaaannn.” She wailed as her
body shuddered.

Holkan squeezed her butt tenderly and
sucked her pussy with more vigor, heightening her senses, making her thrash her
arms and toss her dark haired head from side to side. Her chest heaved, making
her soft breasts jiggle and her stomach caved in as she took a few deep
breaths. She hadn’t had an orgasm as powerful in her life. As her body settled
down, she looked up at the starry night, wondering if this was real or a dream.

Holkan’s face, young and devilishly
handsome loomed over her, and she knew the answer.

“We are in union… now.” He breathed into
her face and she felt the heat of his thick cockhead nestling against her pussy
lips.

“Oh, god, Holkan.” Helena whispered
apprehensively. “You’re going to tear me apart with that enormous weapon you
have there.”

“You will be pleasured, sweet Helena.” He said with a strange edge to his voice.

Helena
stiffened as
she felt the thick organ slowly push its way into her pussy. She spread her
legs as wide as she could to give him access and he took it. She gasped as he
pushed all the way in.  The tightness she felt inside her as her pussy clenched
over his eleven inch cock made her head spin.

“Oh, Holkan, your cock feels so good inside
me.” She whispered, hugging his muscular neck.

He answered with a grunt, guttural and
edgy. It made a shiver run down her spine. She felt the sting of his sharp
teeth against her neck and a momentary flicker of fear crossed her mind. She
pushed it away, letting the anticipation of some great sex take precedence in
her mind.

“Come on, baby.” She urged him. “Fuck me…
make me cum again.”

“Hurrrmm,” He growled. “Aye, my sweet… you
shall have pleasure this night.”

Helena
gasped as he
pulled the entire length of his shaft back till only the egg sized head was
lodged in her pussy. She lifted her legs up and he placed her ankles on his
shoulders. Leaning down he pushed his eleven inches back inside her slowly. 
With her legs stretched high, she could feel his hard cock go deeper inside
her.

“Oh, baby! This is so freaking good.” She
whimpered.

Holkan began pushing his cock in and out of
her with more vigor, establishing a rhythm.  She felt the thickness ebb and
flow and moved her hips in tandem with his thrusts. His grunts sounded more
animal like with every passing moment. Helena didn’t care as streaks of electricity
coursed through her body, filling her mind with every color of the rainbow. Her
stomach clenched and she felt her second orgasm erupt all over Holkan’s
hardness.

“Holkan, oh…” She gasped as her whole body
jerked and writhed under him. “Oh, I… I’m in heaven…”

“Hurrmm…. Grrnnhh.” His groans were
becoming more feral and she could sense his body growing heavier.

Sudden fear gripped her. Was he going to
transform into that animal thing she had seen earlier? Her mind screamed, but
her body craved for his ravaging assault.

“Helllleeennarrrhh!” His voice now a
guttural slur, Holkan rose up and grabbed her shoulders. Panic gripped her mind
as he lifted her up and spun her around with his cock still embedded deep
inside her.

She found herself on her hands and knees
with Holkan fucking her from the back, like a dog. His hard fingers dug into
her soft hips and she cringed. His face bore down behind her neck and she felt
him nibble and slobber all over her neck. His passionate growls filled her with
dread and at the same time she loved it.

Holkan’s cock seemed to grow even bigger,
stretching her pussy wider than before. He clutched at her viciously,
possessively, and ground his hips against her plush buttocks. His sharp teeth
bit into her neck, drawing a trickle of blood. Helena stifled a scream, the
pleasure inside her overwhelming the pain of his bite.

“He’s an animal,” she thought, “and I love
it.”

She couldn’t have been more right and she
felt him growing heaver, and hairier, as he weighed down on her. The pungent
odor of wet fur filled her nostrils and she tried to look back at him. But his
strong hand held her head down as he plundered her pussy.

“Oh, god,” Helena thought frantically.
“This is so good… please, don’t let me get killed.”

“Rarrhh… rwarrww… heellrrnna.” Holkan
growled, barely making any sense. “Arrhh… mmahhrr gffttt… ffrr yooo…”

His thrusts grew more frantic and she felt
his hard fingers dig in deeper, hurting her. His hard cock expanded even more
and a sudden hot surge exploded inside her as he released his seed. She felt
his weight lift off her as he threw his head back and howled agonizingly into
the still night.

She gasped at the shadow that fell beside
her. There wasn’t much man there, more of wolf. His cock continued to unleashed
hot spurts of his semen inside her and she felt the burn. It was somehow more
pleasing that painful. She was being fucked by a werewolf, Helena realized, and
even though it filled her heart with dread, her body reveled at the thrill of
it all.

With a sudden jerk, Holkan pulled out of
her and collapsed beside her, whining and groaning.  Helena dared a quick
glance and her heart stopped. Even in the dimness she could discern his
unearthly form. A horrifying hybrid of man and beast lay besides her, its
massive chest heaving, it’s huge maw gasping.

Her own body shivering from the shock of
intense pleasure, she slowly rose up and placed her head upon his heaving
chest. She could feel his racing heart. He moaned softly. He was well and truly
spent. She smiled at him and glanced down between his hairy legs. His cock,
softening slowly, was still large enough to send shivers down her spine.

“Oh, Holkan, is this your curse?” She
whispered. “…and if at all I could have helped you in any way… I am thankful.
This was the best sex I had… or maybe will ever have.”

Slowly she laid her head over his fury
shoulder and let the blissful comfort of sleep drift over her.

~

“Helena Preston.”

Her eyes shot wide open and she looked up
blearily at the young man seated beside her.

“Holkan, I almost gave up hope.” She cried
out. “Oh, my god… it’s so good to see you again.”

“You traveled so far, and would I miss it
after all these years?” He smiled, his handsome face, as radiant and fresh as
she remembered. “And you haven’t changed a bit.”

“That was your gift to me, remember, the
first time we met.” Helena gushed. “Immortality.”

“Indeed, and your gift was to free me from
my curse.” He grinned boyishly. “Every ten years.”

“And that’s why we are here again tonight;
to keep your curse from returning upon you.” She smiled knowingly.

“Yes, Helena…” Holkan’s eyes shone bright.
“Come, tonight the moon is full and I sense a storm brewing. Come let us renew
our union once more.”

Moonlight
Cowboy

Cowboy
Ghost Short Story of a Paranormal Kind

 “Miss Selene Morgan?” The grey bearded
face peering in through the window looked skeptical.

“Yes, that’s me.” Selene answered,
lowering the glass window on her side of the car.

“You look younger than you sounded on the
phone.” The old man in a rumpled suit said and opened the door for her.

“Why thank you, Mr. Prescott.” She gave
him a dazzling smile and stepped out of the car gracefully. “I’m only twenty
nine.”

“Well, you sure keep yourself prim and
proper, Miss Morgan.” Prescott nodded in appreciation.

She looked quite attractive, in a knee
length tan skirt and gray blouse. Her blonde hair was tied in a pony tail and
she wore large, oversized shades over her blue eyes. The three days a week
workout routine she was on kept her body in good shape, almost as good as when
she was nineteen.

“You should see me when I haven’t been
driving for ten hours straight.” She replied with a wink.

“And you should have seen me forty years
ago.” He nodded ruefully.

Selene smiled at the old man again. He
could have been her father’s age, maybe older. He looked very tired and
probably would be better off getting this over with.

“Well, Mr. Prescott, now that I’m here,
let’s get this done.” She replied placing her hands on her hips.

“You got that, Missy.” He reached into
his satchel and pulled out a file. “This here’s the deed and other relevant
papers for the Morgan property.  And you being the only Morgan we could find
remotely related… the State figures you should inherit it.”

“Judging by the look of it, I’d say the
State isn’t doing me any favors.” Selene almost snorted, looking around at the
old decaying surroundings.

“Well, it sure has fallen in to disrepair
and it wasn’t my charge to look after it.” Prescott shrugged his sagging
shoulders. “I’m only the State appointed attorney. My job ends with finding
you.”

“What if I don’t want it, Mister?” Selene
pursed her lips. “Can I sell it to the State for a million dollars?”

“A million cents, maybe… maybe not.” Prescott coughed to muffle a snicker. “Not much left to these here parts after they dammed
the river up north.”

“So what good is this to me?” Selene
sighed deeply and waved her arms about.

“That’s your worry, Missy.” Prescott shook his head and smoothed out the paperwork on the hood of her car. “Now sign
here, here and then here and after that you can burn it all down for all I
care.”

“Hm, it says here the ranch is over three
hundred years old.” Selena thumbed at the yellow printed document.

“Yeah, those were the days, if History’s
to be believed, the Morgans were a name to reckon with.”

“Really?” Her blue eyes went wide.

“So they say.” The old man shrugged
again. “All this was prime ranch land once, with the best cattle that ever
roamed. And it all belonged to the Morgans.”

“Wow, and look at it now…”
Selene said dejectedly. “Nothing but a wasteland. And it’s all mine.”

“Here’s your set of keys to
the ranch house and you’d better have a gun, there might be big rats in there.”

“Rats!” Selene almost
shrieked. “Aren’t you going to go in with me?”

“Much as I’d love to,
Darlin’,” He coughed again. “I’ve got to be in court in a couple of hours.”

“Well now, isn’t that just
perfect?” The blonde threw up her hands in exasperation. “Isn’t there, like,
anyone who’s been taking care of the place… for all these years.”

“Some say there’s a
feller…” Prescott sounded vague. “Who looks after here, but I’ve never seen
him, and I don’t know who pays him.”

“Is this guy some kind of
squatter or something?” Selene looked at him in alarm. “I don’t want any
trouble...”

“Nah, must be just rumors
from folks drinking all day,” He grinned and walked towards his buggy.

“Squatters and drunks I
could do without.” Selene shook her head.” Is there anything else I should
know?”

“Sure, you now legally own these
few acres of land.” Prescott called out from his car.

“More like dirt and sand.
You think there’s oil under here?” She sounded hopeful for a second.

“You never know, maybe a
couple hundred dinosaurs were buried under there for a few million years,” The
old man chuckled. “They make good crude, so I’ve heard.”

“No need to be all
sarcastic, and thanks for... well, all this.”

“No worries, Darlin’, see
ya around.” Prescott waved and gunned the ignition.

“Yeah!” She turned around
to face the old ranch house as the buggy drove away.

It looked like something
out of a horror movie, looming high over her and had that ominous feel to is,
as if something bad was waiting to happen. But Selene had a more rational mind
than most, and she left that kind of stuff where they belonged, to the
imagination. She took a deep breath; the only thought in her mind was how she
would sell off this liability. She was certainly not going to spend any money
restoring the place; maybe she could find some crazy collectors group that
loved the novelty of these crumbling old buildings.

Selene looked at her watch.
“Almost seven in the evening, might as well spend the night in there. Better
than driving back the ten hour trip all night.”

She walked up to the fence
and pushed the gate open. It made loud a creaking sound, rusted hinges
protesting. The cobble stoned path was barely visible under the dirt scattered
all over the front yard. She walked up the steps and carefully prodded the
keyhole in the huge oak door with the key Prescott had given her.

It gave in with a long
rusted moan as she twisted it all the way around. The musky damp air reminded
her of the time when she would play in the attic of the old family house as a
child. It was dark inside and she stabbed away the blackness with her
flashlight. 

“Well, looks just like as I
would have imagined.” She sighed. “Dust, cobwebs and everything else all over.
Guess I’ll be sleeping in the car tonight.”

She walked around the large
hall for a few more minutes, her own footfalls echoing around the silence. The
house had a second tier, but the stairway going up looked ready to collapse.
She decided to pass and turned to head outside.

The moon was up by the time
she locked the front door and walked down the steps. A cold chill had descended
over the area and she hugged her arms around her as she walked over to her car.
She felt a strange sensation of being watched. She shook her head and dismissed
it as fatigue from her drive, and she was also hungry. The coffee and bagels in
her car would have to do before she tucked herself in. Maybe the place would
look better in the morning, she figured.

“Howdy, Miss!” A deep voice
made her jump and drop the flashlight.

She felt a sudden chill run
down her spine and slowly turned towards the sound of the voice. Her palms felt
sweaty and she rubbed them on her skirt. Her eyes went wide at the sight of a
large man silhouetted by the moonlight.

“Wh… wh… who are… you?” She
managed to stutter as she faced the tall man in a large hat before her.

“It’s me, Cooper, Miss
Morgan.” He said, with a lazy drawl and moved closer.

“No, stay back, I don’t
know any Cooper…” Selene picked up the flashlight and waved it like a club.
“And… and how did you know my name?”

“Miss Morgan, I sure hope
you ain’t been drinking,” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’d reckon you didn’t
recognize me with all this dust… I’ve been on the trail for a week.”

“This is crazy… did… did
any of the guys at work put you up to this?” Selene took a step back. “But how
would they know…  I didn’t tell anyone. Did Prescott… oh, heck, what am I
thinking?”

“You need to relax, Miss.”
Cooper smiled and took off his hat and dusted it on his boot.

The bright moonlight
illuminated his features and Selene’s eyes went wide. He looked as if he had
stepped out of a John Wayne movie. He was tall; broad shouldered and was
dressed like a Cowboy from the nineteenth century, plaid shirt, riding boots,
loaded gun-belt and all. He was handsome, in a rugged, unkempt way. His long
dark hair fell to his shoulders and his smile sent a flutter through her belly.
Selene composed herself, unsure of this strange man she was standing before,
alone in a very lonely place.

“Are you a squatter here,
the one I was told about?” She ventured nervously. “Look, I don’t want any
trouble.”

“You sure you’re okay, Miss
Morgan.” He smiled again and cocked his head. “You didn’t sound like this when
I left for the cattle run.”

“Wait, this isn’t funny
anymore?” Selene felt her anger rise. “You either tell me who you are or get
off my property. I’m going to give you three seconds before I call the police.”

“Selene, my love…” Cooper
sounded puzzled. He stood for a while, ruffling his flowing dark locks.

Selene took a deep breath
as she watched him. He was the most handsome man she had seen in a while.
Oozing of manliness, the kind that’s hard to find these days. Like some hero
out of an old movie or fantasy story, the kind that every girl dreams of meeting.
She felt dizzy and staggered to the side. Must be the long drive, she thought.
A good night’s rest would do her good.

“Are you unwell?” He asked
her. She detected concern in his voice, as if he had known her long enough to
care.

“Good lord, Cooper.” She
cried out. “Who are you?”

In a flash he was by her
side, and before she could stop him, his hand caressed her face, gently. She
gasped at his touch. It sent a flurry of electric current through her body like
she never felt before. Her head began to throb, everything seemed to spin and
she could feel herself falling down.

“Miss Morgan… Selene!”
Cooper whispered and his arms were cradling her as she swooned and fell.

He lifted her up in his
arms as if she was made of feathers and brought her ashen face close to his.
She looked groggily into his deep green eyes and felt herself getting lost in
them. Her nostrils flared at the muskiness all over him and it drove a fierce
passion into her heart. Selene didn’t quite understand what was coming over
her, and why she would suddenly feel so enamored of this perfect stranger.

Her mind and her body were
at odds, and her rationality was losing. She let her instincts take over and
threw her arms around his neck. Her quivering lips opened to welcome his kiss.
His tongue slipped into her mouth and sent shivers of ecstasy all over her
body. The dense hardness of his broad chest and muscular arms filled her with a
sense of desire to be taken by him, then and there in the open, under the
moonlight. She couldn’t make any sense of it; it was as if she was under some
kind of spell.

“Oh, Selene…” Cooper
moaned. “For so long I have waited to have you in my arms again…”

“Cooper… I don’t know you…”
Selene caressed his face, feeling the week long stubble on his square jaw and
strong chin, “But I want you, like I never wanted anyone before.”

Cooper kissed her again,
with more passion. She tasted the whiskey in his breath and she loved it. Her
nimble fingers caressed his thick neck and broad shoulders as he carried her
over to a large flat rock. The bright moonlight flooded the area, but Selene
didn’t care. There wasn’t another soul within miles of the place. Her desire
for him was driving her insane, she couldn’t care even if there were hundreds
of people there; all she wanted was this rugged cowboy to ravage her body.

The large man placed her
gently on the rock and stood back to admire her. Selene felt his intense stare
on her; she could sense his desire burning into her. Her body felt feverish,
longing for his touch, longing for him to fill her, to make her orgasm. She
hitched up her skirt and spread her legs for him. Her panties were damp with
her desire and she knew he could pick up her arousal from his smile.

“Selene, you’re more
adventurous than ever.” Cooper smiled and leaned in close.

“I still don’t know how you
know my name,” Selene whispered, “But I don’t care anymore… if you touch my
pussy now, I swear I’m going to cum all over your hand.”

“Then I gonna do more than
just touch, dearest…” The cowboy wiggled his tongue at her.

Selene gasped loudly at the
anticipation of his snaking tongue on her quivering pussy. A sense of euphoria
ran through her as he reached up her thighs and gently pulled her soaked
panties off. His handsome face hovered over her wet pussy and he looked at her
mischievously.

“Oh, God! Cooper!” Selene
groaned with lust. “Enough of the teasing… come on, lick my pussy.”

“I reckon I am going to.”
He drawled sexily and gently planted a kiss on her pussy.

Selene jerked at the
sensation, bucking her hips up at him. The cowboy slipped his large hands under
her lush buttocks and lifted her pelvis up to his face. He grinned from ear to
ear and popped her throbbing clitoris into his mouth. His lips and tongue drove
her crazy; she grabbed his thick haired head and dug her nails into his scalp.