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Because having 13 comments on your journal might be bad luck, here's a new post with something I wrote a day or two ago. Inspired by a beautiful Italian girl. No idea if she's read it yet, but here it is now for everyone else.

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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl next to a little hill. The road into town went over the hill, so the little girl often did too, to go places and then come back home.

On top of the hill was a house. It was large and old and dark and empty. Noone could remember anyone ever living there. The other children said the house was haunted, but the little girl liked it. It seemed to her that when she passed it at night, the starlight made it come alive; and when the moon shone, it shone to illuminate the house alone.

Sometimes when she passed the house, the little girl thought she could hear voices. She supposed it was the ghosts, or the reason why the other children thought there were ghosts. Sometimes it seemed little more than breathing or sighing, and at those times she would tell herself it was probably just the wind in the trees. But sometimes, she thought she could hear words. She could not make them out, even when she stood very still and listened very hard; but she was sure there were words.

Time passed, and the little girl grew up, as little girls do. She gradually became aware that, as she got older, the voices she would hear at the haunted house became clearer; not louder, yet easier to hear. More than once, she dared to step through the gate and up to the door. Yet, even with her ear pressed to the door, she still could not make out the words. She knew it was impolite to invite herself over, so she would simply give the door a friendly pat and then continue on her way.

This carried on over the years until, one night, the girl was passing the house when the voices whispered her name. She could hear her name being called clearly, so once more she went up to the door. Only this time, when she put her ear to it, it opened at her touch as if it had never been locked. She pushed the door further and looked inside. It was very dark, but she could make out a hall with a staircase and more doors all around, all closed.

The voices invited her in, and since she had grown up hearing them and was not afraid, she stepped into the house and shut the door behind her. It was now so dark, she was not sure if she could still see the outlines of the doors and stairs, of if she was just remembering where they are. She slid her hand about the wall on either side of the front door, but when she found the light switch and pressed, no light came on.

The voices told her to wait a moment, so she did, and her eyes became accustomed to the dark. She could now see the moonlight creeping into the hall from under all the doors, and she could indeed see where things were. The voices told her all the nice things she had ever thought or said about the house, and they wanted to thank her and repay her kindness and affection, and that she need never be afraid while she was with them.

It was at this moment that she felt a hand on her arm. The surprise made her jump, because surely ghosts could not have hands. Yet here it was, gently holding her arm below her shoulder. She reached around and and touched the hand with hers. It seemed perfectly normal. She slid her hand along to find the rest of the person holding her arm, but to her shock the hand ended at the wrist!

Her hand jerked away from the one holding her arm in fright, but after the moment passed, she reached out once more. There was definitely no arm behind the hand. Exploring the edge of the wrist, she found it went all the way around... it was a glove! But it couldn't be. The hand was real, skin and little hairs, as warm as her own... warmer, in fact. She found this very odd, because everything she had heard about ghosts suggested they should feel cold. Perhaps they were not ghosts after all?

As her fingers explored, she imagined she could fit her entire hand into the one holding her arm; she decided not to try, because it seemed wrong as, from the outside, it felt like there was flesh and blood and bone underneath. The voices soothed her, and the hand stroked her arm, so it did not take long for her to feel calm once again.

The hand slid down her arm to her own hand, and led her forward to find the railing by the stairs. It then moved to the small of her back and pressed, inviting her upward. Now that she was paying attention, it did seem like many of the voices were coming from upstairs, so up she went. There was another hand now, smaller with slender fingers and longer fingernails... a woman's hand. It held her free hand as she went up the stairs, and when she reached the top, other hands came to greet her.

She heard a door swing open ahead of her, and the hands guided her through it. When the door closed, she found herself in total darkness. She closed her eyes, then opened them, but there was no difference. She wondered, if she was in a room, where the windows were and why there was no light coming through them. She did not wonder for long, because the voices were speaking again. There were many of them now, perhaps all of them, and they all wanted to touch her. The hands all over her body began to move, stroking and squeezing, as the voices began to tell her of all the unknown pleasures they wished to share with her.

A sudden wet flash coursed through the girl's body. Enchanted and aroused, she spread her arms as the hands began to pull at her clothes. One after another they fell to the bare wood floor. She felt her boots unzip and stepped out of them so that the hands tugging her underwear down her legs could bring them all the way down, until she stepped out of those as well. Naked now, she smiled and gasped as the many hands moved across her body, exploring all her curves, and the moist flesh between her legs.

The hands began to move her forward again, and she found a bed in what she assumed to be the center of the room. She crawled onto it and lay back, allowing the hands to continue their work. Two pulled her arms up above her head, and she could feel metal bars as her hands passed between them. There came the sound of fabric, and then she felt it - silk, she thought - wrapping around her wrists. She giggled as she realised she was being tied, then gasped as the knot was pulled tight. It felt almost as erotic as the hands all over her body.

The voices were whispering compliments now, each explaining how much they loved her legs, or lips, or breasts, or the way her skin curved down off her ribcage to her stomach. A man's voice came closer than the others, and when it whispered in her ear that it wanted to kiss her, she was surprised to feel hot breath reach her skin. She turned towards it and felt lips against hers. There was no face surrounded them, yet she was definitely being kissed by a mouth and a tongue that pressed forward with increasing urgency. She opened her own mouth and accepted the kiss, curious at first, then returning it with increasing passion.

The kiss ended and a slender hand turned her head to the other side, and another pair of lips met hers. These were softer, the tongue gentle, a woman's mouth. The girl kissed it with equal abandon, and gradually became aware of other lips across her body. Hands moved aside to make room as kisses were planted on her skin, teeth pinched at her neck and wrists, tongues licked and lapped various curves of her body. The hands across her breasts moved downward to cup them, and mouths planted themselves around her nipples, causing her to groan into the mouth she was kissing. She felt pair after pair of mouths at her breasts as she was kissed by one after another, sometimes sucking gently as the tongue twirled around, sometimes sucking fiercely as if attempting to devour her entire breast, sometimes catching her nipple between tongue and teeth, adding a dash of pain to her mounting pleasure.

Something new met her lips now, like a mouth and yet not. She kissed it, pressed her tongue inward to taste something sweet, and heard a woman's voice gasp. She realised she was tasting a woman's sex. There were no thighs against her cheeks, no knees pressing down into the mattress beneath her, and yet the woman's voice begged her to continue. Hesitantly she did so, not really knowing what she was doing, but the other voices offered instruction and encouragement. The woman's voice was soon gasping and moaning in utter delight.

Many hands gently spread the girl's legs, and she felt a mouth plant itself between them. She couldn't tell if it was male or female, and soon she no longer cared. She began to moan into the woman she was tasting, and discovered the deliciousness of giving and receiving such pleasure at the same time. Eventually the sweet wet flesh she was tasting moved out of reach, and a woman's mouth - the same woman she had just been pleasuring, she was sure - kissed her fiercely, tongue lapping up the flavour of the juices the girl had just set free.

Another mouth began to work between her legs, another pair of labia pressed down on her lips, and the girl gave the space between all the attention she could muster. Her pleasure continued to mount with no release, until the sensations she was feeling came close to torture. Just as she thought she could no longer bear it, the mouth pleasuring her began a wild frenzy, and suddenly the girl's first orgasm crashed through her entire body. All the voices moaned with her, as if sharing the experience, and that drove her even more wild. When the waves from her crotch finally subsided she was left gasping for breath, seemingly exhausted but still starving for more. A new mouth kissed her, and she guessed the wetness she tasted on it was her own.

Something new was at the girl's mouth now, warm and hard and tapping gently against her lips until until she opened wide to receive it. The man's groan confirmed the hard-on she was now tasting, and she squeezed her lips around it as tight as she could as it began to slide back and forth. She almost wished her hands were free so she could wrap them around the flesh, and wondered how much of him was 'there.' Deeper and deeper it pressed with every thrust until she could feel the tip of his manhood at her throat, and hair and skin against her chin.

As hands tilted her head back and the manhood in her mouth swiveled around, the girl felt the head of another sliding up and down her labia before pressing forward. She almost screamed as her ghostly lovers took her virginity, the fresh pain taking her to new and different heights. It was smaller than the one now pressing deeper down her throat, and it did not take long for the pain to give way to fresh waves of pleasure. She climaxed once again, and as she did she tasted and felt the orgasms of the two inside her, joining her in her ecstasy.

The girl lost all sense of time as the experience continued. The disembodied hands and mouths across her body never stopped as the sex of men and women met her own. The voices declared their love for her, thanked her for giving herself to them, welcomed her, but she scarcely heard. All that mattered were the sensations coming from between her legs, her mouth, and her hands still tied at the wrists...

Noone ever saw the girl again. But whenever someone stopped outside the house and listened, they may have heard her voice among the others, whispering.