The Succubus Upstairs Pt. 01

Katie reached forward to grab the bottle before hesitantly giving it a spin. She had a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach this time—so far everything had been innocent enough but now people were starting to get drunk and she knew people were ready to start testing the boundaries.

I'll be fine as long as it doesn't land on Mark. She thought to herself as the bottle whirled around. Or Sammy. She quickly added in her head, she always had it out for her and seemed to be especially put off by her presence tonight.

The bottle came slowly to a stop dead centered on Mark. He leaned back grinning and put his hands behind his head. "Well, well, well, I've been waiting for my chance with you all night little Miss Perfect." He sniggered and several of the others joined in.

"Truth." She quickly said, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh come on, there's nothing even worthwhile to know about you. You can't say truth every fucking time." Sammy said as she took another swig from her flask.

Katie looked over at Becca for assistance, she was her best friend and the one who convinced her to come tonight.

"It's alright Kat, take a drink and relax. We're all here to have fun... Right guys?" She reached over and took the flask from Sammy, taking a quick drink before passing it to Katie.

Katie looked at the bottle in her hands. Liquid courage right? She took a big gulp and slammed it down on the wooden floor. "Ok what the fuck. Dare!"

Everybody cheered and for the first time in her life she felt cool, like she belonged, it felt good even if it took her 18 years to get there. However, the feeling was fleeting as it was quickly replaced by the stress of Mark getting to choosing the dare for her.

"—but I am not kissing you Mark!" She was quick to add, the feeling of control assuaged her nerves about as much as she felt it diminished her "cool" factor.

"Ok, ok, fine. It's not really how the game works, but you know what, I'll allow it." Mark said in a cool calm voice. He was hot, even Katie could admit that; he had long brown hair that he was always running his hands through and piercing blue eyes that were hard to look away from. His well built 6'2" frame towered over Katie as well as most the other boys in their class. It was an ongoing effort for her to lie to herself that she didn't actually want to kiss him; hot as he may be he was still a jerk and she didn't want him to be her first kiss, it wouldn't be special with him. And besides, she reminded herself for what felt like the thousandth time, he would never go for a girl like you.

Her mind was racing a mile a minute so she almost didn't realize when Mark started speaking. "Alright, so no kissing. I won't even dare you to kiss Becca, even though we all know you want to..." Everybody laughed, even Becca. Katie's long standing chastity had become the butt of many jokes with this group.

This did little to calm her though, Katie's heart started to beat even faster, her mind racing a mile a minute. What if he dares me to take my top off? What if I have to give somebody a lap dance?

He continued, interrupting her thoughts. "I dare you, Katie Levin, to go upstairs to the master bedroom and something back down here." When he finished he looked at her and smiled. The entire group was silent.

Katie had trouble deciding whether this was better or worse. On the one hand, she didn't have to do anything racy, and the house probably wasn't really haunted. On the other hand, nobody ever went upstairs, let alone to the master bedroom where the incident happened. Katie had been here at the old Crenshaw House just once before, but Becca had been here a handful of times and according to her, even the boys were afraid to go up there.

She knew that this was all part of Mark's inner calculus, that there's no way she would agree to that and therefore would have to get naked or something. She didn't want to let him win, especially not like that. Besides, if she did this, she would be legendary. Ghosts aren't real, whatever happened to Presley had nothing to do with this house it was just a coincidence, or something.

"Ok." Katie took one more swig from the flask and stood up.

"You can't be serious." Becca said, her eyes becoming suddenly very concerned.

"Well I'll be damned." Mark said to himself, chuckling.

"Come on Mark, don't make her do this—I told you guys to be nice!" Becca was shouting at Mark.

"Hey! If she'd rather do this than something sexy, then that's on her. Besides I think it's time we found out once and for all if this house is actually haunted. Do you guys really believe in ghosts?"

"I..." Becca stammered.

"Do you?"

"I-I don't know, but Presley Davis went up there and he's been in a coma ever since."

"Do you really—"

Katie cut him off, "It's ok Becca, nobody really knows what happened. He probably hit his head or something. I'm cool with this, let me do this... unless you're the one dying for a kiss from me."

"Oh damn!" Mark shouted, everybody else laughed.

She gave Becca a nod before heading for the staircase, she started to ascend before pausing and smirking, "Mark, am I supposed to bring you back the six, or the eight inch dildo? Which do you prefer?"

The room again exploded in laughter. I am so killing this, Katie thought to herself as she slowly climbed the creaky old stairs.

* * *

It was significantly darker at the top of the stairs, very little of the light from their candles in the living room carried up to the upper landing. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her phone to use as a light.

The dull light almost made the hallway look even scarier, casting strange long shadows off of the furniture which looked as if it hadn't been touched since 1985. There were several doors all of which were shut and she had little interest in making any unnecessary detours. The room at the end of the hall seemed like the most likely candidate for a master bedroom so she slowly crept toward it.

As she reached the door an ominous feeling swept over her. She realized now that the entire house had become eerily quiet; she could no longer hear the voices coming from down below, nor did she notice any of the creaks and groans of the house that were so unsettling to her when she first arrived.

It's too late to turn back now. Stop being such a scaredy pants. She put her hand on the doorknob and gently pushed it open.

The room beyond was pitch black. The windows had been boarded over and covered up for some reason. For a moment she was worried that there wouldn't be anything to bring back downstairs to prove her conquest, but no sooner did she have this thought than did her eyes fall on a music box on top of the wardrobe.

Perfect. She approached it and opened it up inquisitively. A soft haunting melody began playing, it was pretty enough but fairly out of tune and sent shivers down her spine. Or maybe it was the room that made her quiver, It almost felt as if opening the box caused the temperature to drop by five or six degrees. The melody soon slowed and then faded away to nothing. She made a mental note to herself to crank the box before showing everyone for maximum creepy effect and then shut it and turned to leave the room.

That's when she saw her.

She didn't realize she had dropped the music box until she heard the crash and discordant chime of it hitting the floor.

"Hi there gorgeous, didn't mean to startle you." The figure spoke with a silky smooth voice. It was disarming almost, it had the strangest calming effect on Katie. She knew she should be scared of the woman standing between her and the doorway, but she found her voice so compelling, soothing almost and her smile gentle and charming.

"I don't often have company, and it gets so lonely here so why don't you stay a little while? I'm not surprised you didn't notice me when you came in, it is so dark in here." She stepped over to the bedside table and lit a candle.

Katie stood dumbfounded watching the woman. She was dressed in a red silk robe which covered her figure. Through the robe Katie could see her perky breasts, which seemed rather large on her rather petite frame. Her nipples poked through the robe. I bet she's naked underneath. The thought startled Katie, why was she thinking about this strange woman in a sexy way? Why was she even thinking about a woman in this way at all? As much as she got teased for being gay for Becca, Katie had always been confident in her heterosexuality. Maybe it's just the alcohol... I shouldn't leer at her, she's just dressed for bed and had no reason to expect company.

After lighting the candle the woman sat down on the bed which Katie noticed was made and appeared to be the only piece of furniture in the house that wasn't covered in dust. "Why don't you come join me?" She reached over to pat the space next to her and as she did her robe fell open slightly and Katie took sight of her luscious cleavage. She blushed, feeling guilty for looking and then shyly approached.

"Umm, Who are you?—I mean, sorry. I mean we really thought the house was empty. I mean I'm so sorry for intruding... "

"Oh goodness, where are my manners. Yes, my name is Madame Isobel, and yes I have lived here for over forty years now. And like I said, I rarely get visitors so it's no trouble at all. I'm so glad you're here. Please tell me your name." Her voice was the most lovely thing Katie had ever heard, with each word she felt more comfortable, more calm, and in a strange way more aroused. It took a concerted effort for her to not glance down at Isobel's cleavage while she spoke, although her face was almost equally attractive. She had long black hair which stood in stark contrast to her pale white skin with absolutely perfect complexion. Her eyes were a bright green and her lips were red and full and she had the most lovely smile. The fact that she had lived here for over forty years barely registered with Katie, the woman before her didn't look a day over thirty.

She was so entranced by her beauty that Katie almost didn't notice her question. "Katie. My name is Katie, but my friends call me Kat." She spoke without breaking her gaze with Isobel's green eyes.

"Well shall I call you Katie or Kat then?" Isobel asked playfully as she placed a hand on Katie's thigh.

"Uhh, I don't— it doesn't matter. You can call me whatever you like." Katie smiled and stole a quick glance at Isobel's chest again.

"Hmm... whatever I like." Isobel ran her fingers along Katie's thigh as she took a moment to think. "Well, I assume your mother didn't name you Katie no?"

"No, Kathryn. She named me Kathryn, after my grandmother." As she answered her hand found Isobels and their fingers intertwined.

"I like that. Kathryn." Katie had always hated the name, but when Isobel said it it sounded so melodic, and sexy. "Kathryn. It's so dignified don't you think?"

"Uh huh." She said, nodding, her voice barely a whisper. As their fingers played together in her lap she realized how close their faces had become and how badly she wanted to kiss Isobel. She had to actively fight the urge welling up within herself. I don't know this woman. Everyone is waiting for me downstairs. I'm not gay. This isn't how I envisioned my first kiss. But the desire kept growing inside her until she couldn't deny it anymore. She repressed all of these thoughts and leaned forward, kissing Isobel with a hunger she didn't know she possessed.

It wasn't until their lips met that it even occurred to Katie that she may have been misreading the signs from Isobel, but these doubts were immediately put to rest when Isobel vigorously reciprocated the kiss. Having never kissed anyone before, Katie operated with pure passion and instinct, yet for her the focus was all with the lips so it surprised her when Isobel slid her tongue into her mouth. It was a shock of sexual ecstasy that Katie felt ripple through her body, from her mouth all the way down to her clit. She had never envisioned that a kiss could feel so good.

The strangest part about the kiss was that all of her other thoughts seemed to melt away. She became enthralled in the passion of the moment, forgetting entirely about her friends downstairs and about the inner turmoil regarding her sexuality.

Katie quickly learned to reciprocate with her tongue and took great pleasure exploring Isobel's mouth and massaging her tongue with hers. She barely noticed when Isobel began pulling her hand towards her chest until she slid Katie's hand inside her robe and firmly placed it on her breast. Feeling her breast in her hand and her erect nipples in her fingers was the most arousing thing Katie had ever experienced. She was immediately overcome with an intense urge to be touched herself so she followed suit, taking Isobel's hand and leading it to her chest so that she could reciprocate.

She had never been touched this way before, and as good as it felt, she knew it paled in comparison through her sweater and bra to the quivering sensations she was giving Isobel running her nipple through her fingers.

"Can I take my clothes off?" Katie asked, feeling suddenly timid.

"Oh sweet Kathryn I would love nothing more. I want to fuck you."

Fuck me? Some of her earlier worrying crept back into her mind. She knew she wanted it, but she wasn't sure if she should. "I'm not a lesbian... I don't know how—"

"Don't you worry about a thing." Isobel smiled as she pulled Katie's sweater over her head. She then leaned down and kissed her way down Katie's neck to the edge of her bra while she unclasped it from behind. As it popped loose she grabbed it with her teeth and yanked it off.

Katie had been fairly flat chested until the past couple of years or so when she began to develop. They were still fairly small, but she was optimistic that they would keep growing. She Suddenly however felt extremely exposed and especially self-conscious sitting topless in front of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Isobel seemed to care little, continuing hungrily towards her nipple which she took in her mouth, kissing it first before giving it a playful nip.

"Oh!" Katie exclaimed, the bite taking her by surprise. She was more surprised by how good the pain felt than the pain itself. Yearning for more she took the back of Isobel's head and pressed it into her against her chest. Isobel responded in kind, giving her another, slightly harder bite and pushing her down into the bed. This time Katie yelped, but she loved it.

As Isobel continued making love to Katie's nipples, her hands found her way down to her jeans which they began unbuttoning. Katie's heart pounded in her chest. She had never wanted to be touched as bad as she did right here and now, but she was also aware that she was about to lose her virginity to a woman she had only met ten minutes prior. The thought now excited her more than anything else. And I thought Sammy was a whore. It was a dirty word, but it made her feel good.

Once her pants were unzipped, Isobel began to kiss her way down from Katie's chest to her panties. The trip felt agonizingly slow to Katie who began to squirm beneath Isobel's grasp. Once she reached her underwear she paused to kiss along the edge which was met with protesting groans from Katie. Soon enough, Isobel complied, first pulling her pants all the way down to her knees before taking her panties in her teeth and in an impressive feat ripping them off with a quick turn of her head.

The maneuver was impressive, and one of the sexiest things Katie had ever seen anyone do. She spared little thought for her ruined panties, focusing instead in eager anticipation on what was yet to come.

She expected further teasing, so she was startled when Isobel dove immediately down between her legs and vociferously began eating her out. She began by licking and kissing up all of her juices which saturated her pussy before probing her tongue deep inside. No sooner did she begin then did her fingers find her clit and begin rubbing it in just the right way. Katie had fingered herself before, but she had never ever felt anything like this. Within seconds of beginning she began feeling her orgasm build.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." Katie whimpered as Isobel quickened her pace below. She wanted nothing more than to run her hands over Isobel's body but she found herself frozen in a state of almost paralysis. She contented herself instead at watching Isobel work. Her face was so beautiful, even in her animalistic pleasuring of her. The angle allowed too for a great view of her cleavage, and her robe had fallen off one shoulder exposing one of her nipples. Katie yearned to taste her breast the way Isobel had hers.

As if reading her mind, she felt a hand grasp one of her breasts and Isobel began rolling her nipple between her fingers before beginning to squeeze it.

"Oh my god, yes yes yes!" Katie felt like she was screaming. She had never felt such incredible pleasure before. She cared little if her friends downstairs could hear her, in fact she gave them no thought at all.

When it finally came, it was almost painful. Wave after wave rushed over her body, and as it did Isobel held her tight and continued coaxing more and more out of her. Her orgasm finally subsided after what felt like a minute or more as she lay naked and panting on the bed.

"Oh my god, that was amazing." Katie couldn't believe what she just experienced. "That was just amazing." She just kept repeatihttps://getcosmetic.com/author/harryiq/

ng it over and over again, in total awe of the experience.

"First time, eh?" Isobel said with a laugh.

"With a girl.. Well actually, yeah. First time ever. That was amazing. I really never thought I would do anything like that with a girl... Wait oh my god, I need to get you off. I'm so sorry for being so rude. I don't really know what I'm doing though so you'll have to guide me through it, but I really want to try." Katie felt like she was talking a mile a minute. She was a little nervous, but mostly excited at the prospect of eating a girl out.

Isobel just shook her head and laughed. "Settle down, catch your breath sweetie. Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet. I still want to fuck you."

"What?" The grin on Isobel's face was sexy, but ominous. Katie suddenly became aware that there was something Isobel hadn't told her yet.

"What do you mean fuck me? Didn't you—"

As if to answer Isobel undid her robe, letting it fall off her as she kneeled above Katie on the bed. Katie first took in the beautiful unobstructed view of Isobel's breasts before her eyes fell to her crotch where she noticed Isobel's thick eight inch cock. As she began to let out a gasp it caught in her throat when she noticed something even more bizarre, a tail, two or three feet long rising up from behind Isobel carelessly flicking in the air.

"Don't worry sweetie, I'm no girl."

It was both terrifying, arousing, and confusing for Katie. Suddenly everything about Isobel was beginning to add up and it didn't make sense. Did she say she lived here for over forty years? Who is she? This house is supposed to be abandoned. How can such a beautiful woman have a cock? Why does she have a tail? Why am I so incredibly aroused right now?

The Succubus Upstairs Pt. 01

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