BOO!! - 44

Part 1 of 2: Why did he have to pick the haunted Fun House With 23 rides to choose from, one would think the chances of him picking that ride on random would be slim to none. Anything but that infamous, paranormal freak ride. Candy studied the outside of the Fun House and noted all of the possible exits. She didnt want to welch on the bet but she wasnt going to tough it out if she saw a ghost or something; she wanted to know all of her options before hand. Since the much publicized, 1960s murder of a local, 12 year old boy, hundreds of people have reported seeing two ghosts: one of that poor little boy AND one of his attacker. As a result, millions of people from all over the world have come to our little town, to come see for themselves, the evil that lorries about inside that Fun House- the one she was stepping into. Immediately upon fully entering the house she could just sense the darkness watching her. The bet was that she couldnt stay in the Fun House for more than 10 minutes without freaking out. She had this; she just wasnt quite certain how, yet. She inhaled a large breath, held it in for just a second, then forcefully blew it out. She stepped slowly into the blackness, one step at a time, until the nothingness swallowed her whole. Why did she have to accept this bet Why couldnt she be like all the other girls freaking out and screaming things like OMG Trevor!! Im soo not going in there. As if haunted wasnt scary enough they had to throw some clowns in, too Then hed grab them by the waist and assure them that he woukd keep them safe. Once inside Trevor would always charm the pants off them.. literally. One could hear a girl moaning, quietly at first, but growing louder and louder as her body banged faster and faster against the wall. Hed been fortunate thus far in that he has never actually SEEN the fammed ghosts, leaving him skeptical at best. Bottom line is that he will keep riding the gravy train of scared pussy. Oh! Damn!! Candy should be creaming in her panties right about now. He needs to get in there quick before she frantically finds her way through the house and out the first exit. Yes sir, that ass be poppin, boy! And he could taste it already. Trevor was to occupied with painting a mental picture of his rock- hard cock sliding in and out of her hot, moist flower- while it opens and closes tight around his dick to notice he was being watched, carefully, by the very darkness that was consuming him at this very moment. okay guys, i know its been a while since my last story, and i appreciate your patience. this is only part 1 of 2 so check back in next day or two for part 2. have car to travel- not hosting at this time. hope you enjoy story😘😘