"Oh Yeah you like that kid! Is this what you want?" the old Mr. Nebbercracker yelled in his gargled nasally old voice.

He was thrusting the air naked in front of his window and whipping his crusty ass with a towel. The senior even bent over and flashed his disgusting unwashed asshole.

Across the street, a young boy can be seen with a telescope behind their window. He was spying, but not for long. After the lad saw his old neighbor's wrinkly contents, he vomited while crying then went to his mommy.

"That'll teach ya, you spyin' brat" said Mr. Nebbercracker with a snort.

He then went to the kitchen where he prepared tea.

What just happened recently is just another ordinary day for the old man. Ever since he moved to this fine neighborhood, he had been constantly menaced by the kids; for a good reason though. Nebbercracker disliked children. We all know the history, he keeps shooing away trick or treaters, threatening to defile individuals with his saggy dick when they're within a few feet from his lawn and even try to shoot them. So, the kids' actions are justified. Mr. Nebbercracker is an asshole. However, that's what we all thought. There's a reason behind the senile man's doings, a motive that is something darker.

"I made you some tea, babe" said Mr. Nebbercracker in a caring sweet voice. He seems to be talking to his house.

The house suddenly made a creaking sound as if it responded. The floor quivered slightly.

Mr. Nebbercracker's brows rose "Oh, I see you fancy wine this evening... Good choice"

The old man then went down the cellar to get the alcoholic beverage.

This peculiar anomaly of an interaction between the two has an explanation. Years ago, his wife, Constance, died before their house was even finished - all because some kids kept mocking her for being a fatass. She overreacted and fell to her doom in the hole that was soon to be their basement. After the house was done, her cadaver is still hidden underneath which means her spirit also never left. It possessed the wooden structure. Now, Mr. Nebbercracker is tasked to keep kids out and appease his house-wife or else she will unleash her wrath upon those who ridiculed her.

"Since you want wine, does that mean you're also in the mood for some..." The man paused; his eyes looked from left to right to make sure no one was listening.

"In the mood for some good ol' lovin'..." he whispered and bit his lip.

The floor shook, vibrating in response.

Nebbercracker started to smile. It's the answer he wanted to hear. It's been days since their last moments of intimacy, just the thought of another session made him partially erect. Since he's really ancient, it's really hard for him to get it up. It even took him a lot of willpower just to get the monster he's sporting right now, an 8 inch goliath. Formerly, it was measured at 4 inches but his foreskin sagged way too much and increased it's length.

Suddenly, the wooden abode started to sound like it moaned. The trembling has gotten stronger; objects on Nebbercracker's shelves oddly moved due to the quake.

"I understand you're excited for this beast I have in store for you," the old man said, wagging his veiny cock.

"But you have to relax a bit, babe... Be a good girl for Nebbercracky"

Nebbercracker took off his clothes and exposed his sexy malnourished body. His skin was soggy, knees, spine protruding, and ball-sack hanging lower than normal. The old pervert's testicles were even align with each other despite they were not supposed to.

"Oh yeah... You like that honey?" The elderly man teased as he did a drawn out sexy dance while pouring wine all over his aged body.

The house clearly loves the show the man had performed. The floorboards are now jutting out of place from pleasure. It desperately wants the old man more than ever.

Rubbing the liquid on his chest and neck, Nebbercracker said "Patience, Constance... Let me finish my dance..." He then continued swaying his boney hips and ass like a hula dancer.

Feasted, a nasally moan is emitted from Nebbercracker's throat as the wine reached his crotch. The liquid is then used as a lubricant just as the old man masturbated.

The greedy house hoe got impatient and grumbled noises coming from underneath. Driven by pure anger, the horny homestead snapped a single floor tile off and slapped Nebbercracker's flabby asscheeks.

"OH FUUUCK!" the elderly screeched.

The unexpected force of the slap made Nebbercracker shot out yellowish cum and splattered the wall. His house-wife was pleased by that. The chimney ignited on it's own, warming up the two for a long and intimate afternoon of sex.

Having sex with a house is different from the common person-to-person interaction. A possessed structure is very hard to satisfy. Since they no longer have living organs, household appliances must serve as their replacement. The human partner must race around the house just to find the right object to rub and fuck. For example, the toilet that is where the senile man is heading, that embodies Constance's mouth and throat.

Nebbercracker knelt before the toilet. He ran his hand around the rim and wiped his mouth thereafter just to show how erotic he is towards his wife.

He showed the wine bottle and shook it.

"Your order madam?" he said

Nebbercracker then turned, squatted on the toilet and poured all of the wine on his back

The beverage travelled from his neck down to his spine and passed by his dirty asshole until it dropped on the toilet bowl.

The ass passing of the fluid tickled Nebbercracker and he chuckled.

"Ohohoho... My my... You're a mess Constance," he said in a mocking but lewd tone. The wine was all over the toilet.

"Allow me to clean you up"

The disgusting old man then licked every part of the toilet including the rim hole where residue from his previous filth was present. He cleaned those tidbits as well with his long canker sored tongue. What he did is equivalent to making out with his house.

"Art thou satisfied madam?" Asked Nebbercracker shyly.

The toilet seat erupted into a frenzy. It flaps open and close in excitement. Water has risen up to the brim as the house started to drool. It even splashed Nebbercracker's face.

"Did I just hear you want more?" Nebbercracker said.

All of a sudden, his stomach growled. Nebbercracker gave an unpleasant smile.

"Oh what do you know? Perfect timing" he remarked. "I got mocha latte for you"

The senile lover then sat on the toilet and released a loud and extreme dump.

PRRRRTT PLOP...

"Dear God, Constance please partake my offering!" moaned the dirty old fucker as he farted the last chunk of his internal filth.

Afterwards, he flushed all of it down making the house go crazy. Things are now falling over, windows cracking and water pouring from sinks, faucets, showers etc. Constance was wet as hell, an indication that she is ready for olden matured cock.

Nebbercracker was hornier than before. His cock throbbed so hard he could feel the uneven pulsing of his unhealthy failing heart in his shaft.

He rushed outside, butt naked, running as if he had arthritis, which he actually has by the way, and went for the wet moss covered drainpipe at the side of his house.

"Get ready to be dick'd, you fat hoe" sex teased the panting Nebbercracker.

He then jammed his rumpled pecker inside the end of the pipe, clogging it with his supreme meat bulk.

"Bless my soul and tickle my fanny!" moaned Nebbercracker "You're tighter than before, Constance!"

What he did not know is that that pipe is uncleaned for six years straight. Who knows what's in there that made it tighter and harder to penetrate.

He closed his eyes and imagined fucking Constance as she once was, a morbidly obese woman he kidnapped from the circus. Nebbercracker's ass tightened after doing so.

The pipe leaked moss and other rancid gelatinous viscous liquid formed inside that wretched house mound as Nebbercracker's dick pushed them out with it's thrust.

The house was pleasured as well. It kept growling other worldly noises while the interior is rapidly degrading. The insides are now in shambles. Wallpapers are ripping off the walls; things are now shattered on the floor, windows glassless and kept shutting and opening. The door even has wooden raggedy teeth.

Nebbercracker was wild and a savage. He fucked like his youth. He does not care if someone's watching him right now. All he wants is to please himself and his house. He fucked so hard, his knees were trembling; it looked like it's about to give in.

"Cumming is imminent, my dear! " he told his house-wife.

He then unloaded his balls. At first, a puff of dust came out but after a few minutes, a powerful flow of yellowish cum explodes and fill almost half of the pipe's length.

"OohoHOwahh!" moaned Nebbercracker while tiptoeing from the rapture of cum exertion.

The house moaned too; smoke risen from the chimney, it's heated up all right, the shower reached it's max flow rate and submerged the entire bathroom.

Delighted, Nebbercracker laid on his grassy lawn filled with that shameful and regretful feeling you get after you finished masturbating.

He then saw a boy trespassing his lot along with a fat blonde companion. He used that stored shame into anger and snapped at the kids.

"Stay away from my house!" he yelled as he rushed towards the children.

THE END