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  Then I pick up my Zager OM50CE acoustic guitar. I strum it a couple of times and pull out my instrument tools. I spend about thirty minutes restringing it and stretching the strings. Finally I have it to where it’s holding its tuning. I pop a new battery in the pre-amp and case it.

  I’m going to go sit in with a buddy at a brewpub in Prescott Valley. Michael is playing a duo set with his girl-friend, Sonya. They’re mostly going to play his originals featuring her singing. Michael hates singing in public, so I’m supposed to join them to throw some harmonies around Sonya’s singing. She’s reasonably pretty and has a decent voice, but she is seriously insane. Michael didn’t say anything, but I suspect I’m also the insurance in case she storms off in the middle of her show. He told me she’s done it three of their last five shows. My opinion is that she must have one hell of a pussy for him to put up with that shit.

  Anyway, as my German girlfriend said back when I was in an MP, ‘every kettle has its lid.’ I always translated that to ‘there’s someone for everyone.’ Sadly she wasn’t my ‘lid;’ her parents claimed they didn’t like her taking up with an American. I came to the conclusion while in the desert that she and I would never have worked anyway. She was engaged to a Lieutenant when I got back from the sandbox - a helicopter pilot no less. We still got together and fucked like rabbits regularly until I rotated back to the states three days before their wedding. She gave me quite a send-off.

  Wow! I wonder what made me think of her? I haven’t thought of her for years. Probably that whole ‘kettle-pot’ thing.

  Anyway, I have a plan to take over the gig if needed with a mix of Michael’s originals, mine, and a bunch of covers. I check my load list - guitar, mic, mic stand with iPad holder, iPad, instrument cable, toolbag. Michael is bringing the PA.

  I still have about an hour before I need to leave, so I spend some time researching Rebecca’s story to see what I can learn. Rebecca or Rebeccah or some variant. That was originally a Jewish name. Maybe she was or is Jewish. Died or missing since 1891 at age 17, vicinity of 318 S. Cortez, Prescott. I don’t find much on the internet. I look up the contact information for the historical society for the next step. Maybe they can point me to the right person.

  Then it’s time to pack out. I fulfill my promise to my ghost friend by putting a sheet on the loveseat. Then I drag all my gear down to the parking lot in the alley and load it all into my CRV. Then I drive off to the brewpub. I want to get there early enough to eat and digest. They supposedly have the ‘best reuben sandwich in the state.’ We’ll see.

  5 - Rest and Recovery

  Well, I got to the Lonesome Valley Brewing Company without incident. It was situated in a strip mall and didn’t look particularly impressive. Once inside, I discovered it had a nice ambience. I put my gear in the corner where Michael told me we would set up. Then I found a nearby table and ordered a Reuben sandwich. It was pretty good, but I’m uncertain if it’s better than the one at Farm Provisions in Prescott. I judiciously didn’t mention that. I decided that scientific research is required.

  Michael showed up without Sonya. I helped him set up the PA, and we did some soundchecks. We started on time, still without Sonya. Halfway through our first set she stormed in. Everything turned sideways after that. We didn’t even finish the first set when she turned to Michael and started screaming. I muted the PA while Michael tried to calm Sonya. I loaded my guitar into the case and packed my gear into the car. I went back to the bar to see how this would get resolved.

  Sonya was still screaming at Michael when I returned to the bar. Michael had a very red handprint on his face, and he was in the middle of giving Sonya a bigger dose of the truth than she could handle. She screamed at him and tried to claw his face. Michael covered his face, and then Sonya ran out the door. Michael called to me, “Will, can you take over as a solo? Use my PA. I’ll swing by and get it tomorrow.” I agreed to play the last two sets. I was pretty nervous, as I hadn’t ever done a solo show. I retrieved my gear, set up, and reviewed my set list. The crowd was actually picking up when I kicked off my debut as a solo performer.

  It went pretty well, but I’m sure I reeked of nervous perspiration by the end of the show. I packed all the gear into my CRV and then had a beer and a water before collecting my pay and heading home. The owner asked if I wanted to come back and do another show in four weeks. I agreed.

  Now I’m sitting in my living room sipping on two fingers of Scotch and working to get a couple of quarts of water in me. I have Michael’s PA stacked into the corner of the apartment.

  It’s about 11:30 pm, and I get a text from Audrey. ‘RU free to talk?’

  I send back, ‘I’m not tied up. ;) ’

  She responds, ‘I wish I were! Calling…’

  * * *

  A faint, misty figure slowly forms in the corner between the desk and the bathroom door. Rebecca squats in the corner to observe.

  * * *

  I barely have time to read the text before the phone rings. I put it on speaker and set it on the side table.

  “Hello, Audrey. It’s kind of late. Are you okay?”

  She answers, “No! I’ve been thinking about spending all those nights with you! I keep imagining you tying me up and abusing me. My pussy is needy!”

  “Are you abusing yourself now, Audrey?”

  “Yes, sir! I called for phone sex. Can you help me out? I want to hear you come when I do!” she replies breathily.

  I take sip of scotch and set it down. Then I open my pants, push them down my legs, and grab my cock. “Okay, Kitten. I’ve got matters in hand. Tell me what you’re doing?”

  “Oh, Will! I’m holding onto my headboard with one hand and playing with my pussy with the other.”

  “Okay, Kitten. Follow my instructions. Ready?”

  She whispers, “Yes, Master” in response.

  “Rub your left hand across your breasts - from the left side, up over the nipple, down into the valley, back up the right breast and over the nipple, down the right side. Take it slowly. Now reverse. Firm pressure, but not too hard. Enjoy how lovely your breasts feel in your hands. Revel in the sensuous touch of your hand on your breasts. You’ll know when to increase the pressure.”

  “Oh, yessir! This feels nice.”

  “Wet the fingers of your right hand in your pussy juices. Get them as wet as you can. Then slide them up and down your petals. Don’t stop at your clit. Don’t penetrate yourself. Just slide up the outside of the right petal, then the inside, then inside the left, then outside the left, then scissor your fingers to rub outside both.”

  “Oh! Sir! You feel so good!” she moans.

  “So do you, Kitten. Repeat my instructions on your pussy until I tell you to change up.”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “Lick the fingers of your left hand and start rubbing your right nipple between your fingers. The harder your nipple gets, the more pressure you exert.”

  “Oh! Sir, my nipple is really hard! When I squeeze it, I feel it in my pussy!”

  “Great, Kitten. My cock is fully erect and aching for your sweet mouth and sweet pussy.”

  “Oh! Yes, Sir! That’s what I want. Your hands on me, your mouth on me, and your fat cock inside me!” she moans.

  “Pull that nipple, Kitten. Stretch it and squeeze it!”

  “Oh, Will! I’m coming.” She pants into the phone for a moment. “It was a gentle one, but it’s a good start,” she adds.

  “Good job, Kitten. Is your pussy wetter?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m really wet!”

  “Okay, Kitten. Get your fingers sopping wet, and start rubbing your clit. Start working your left nipple, too. Squeeze, twist, and pull it while you rub your clit. Let me know when you’re getting close.”

  “Yes, sir!” she moans.

  “I’m getting closer, Kitten. Tell me when you’re close,” I command as my breathing picks up.

  “Ye-yesssss, Sir!”

  “Great, Kitten! Imagine me tying you up and playing your bea
utiful body like an instrument...strumming out one orgasm after another.”

  “Oh! Ma-master! I’m really close!” she gasps.

  “Great, Kitten! Stuff two fingers from your left hand in your pussy and pump them while you keep rubbing it out. Curl them inside as you pump them in and out.” I grab the sheet off the loveseat next to me and wrap it around my cock and resume pumping it.

  Then Audrey gasps, “I. I. I-I’mmmm. COMING!”

  “That’s it, Kitten. Rub it out! I’m so close. Oh shit!”

  Audrey screams as I groan and start squirting into the twist of sheet.

  We both just gasp for about a minute before we speak.

  “Sir? Are you there?”

  “Always for you, Kitten.”

  “Did you come with me, Sir?”

  “Oh yes, Baby. I dumped a big load into the sheet here,” I chuckle.

  “That’s wonderful, Master. I can’t wait until you are pumping your cum inside of me!”

  “Trust me, Kitten. That is the top item on my agenda for my visit. The work is just an excuse to get close to you.”

  “Oh, Master. You say the sweetest things.”

  “Who’s my pet, Kitten?”

  “I am, Sir. And you are my Master.”

  “Yes, I am. Make sure all your toys are clean when I come visit. Bring them with you. Also get 30 feet of half-inch and another 30 feet of one-inch silk rope. Nylon if you can’t find silk.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she responds breathlessly.

  “I’m going to use you harshly, Audrey.”

  Her breath hitches. “Sir, I can hardly wait!”

  “Can you sleep now, Kitten?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’ll be dreaming of you.”

  “I’ll dream of you too, Kitten. Goodnight, sweetie.”

  “Goodnight, Master.”

  I disconnect the phone before throwing back the dregs of the scotch. I unwrap the sheet from Willy and look at the mess I made. Impressive.

  I get up and drop the sheet back on the loveseat. I’ll lay a fresh one out tomorrow. I hoist my boxers and jeans up to my waist, grab my water glass, and trundle off to bed.

  6 - The Hunger

  The faint, misty figure in the corner solidifies to look like a misty image of the young lady in the mirror. Rebecca looks like she is sniffing the air.

  She slowly makes her way to the loveseat. Then she walks a complete circuit until she is standing in front of the spot Will left on the sheet. She bends down to sniff the pearlescent globules Will deposited on the sheet. She stands up and looks down at his essence as she presses her hands into her abdomen. Then she kneels down in front of the loveseat.

  Rebecca reaches a ghostly finger out to touch Will’s semen. It moves when she touches it. She thinks, ‘I exist!’ She scoops a small bit onto her finger and raises it to her nose. ‘How is this possible? I can move it. I can smell it!’ she thinks. A ghostly tongue sticks out of her mouth and she touches the fluid to it. Her eyes fly open as she looks at her finger. ‘I can taste it! It tastes good!’

  Rebecca stuffs her finger into her mouth and sucks it clean. She gets a look of ecstasy on her face as fluid is absorbed into the plasma of her body, feeding her ectoplasmic form and her spirit. For just a moment she appears more solid. Rebecca notes the change as she looks at her finger through hooded eyes.

  Rebecca leans forward and starts lapping the semen up from the sheet. When she can find no more, she sits back on her heels. She feels more solid now.

  ‘It’s feeding me!’ she thinks. ‘I’m stronger, but now I’m also hungry. I haven’t been hungry since I starved to death. I wonder if he will feed me more of it.’

  Rebecca gets up and walks to the bedroom.

  * * *

  I wake up with a sensation of someone touching my cock. A gentle rubbing. I look at my phone and see I’ve only been sleeping for a couple of hours. There’s definitely something playing with my cock, but it’s not me. I shine the screen of my phone down at my crotch to find a misty hand stroking me gently. The hand is attached to a misty figure of Rebecca.

  “Um...Rebecca?” She looks up at my face. Her face actually looks less misty than the rest of her. “Honey, women generally only do that if they like a guy a lot. I don’t think you know me well enough to like me that much.”

  She pulls her hand back quickly.

  “How am I able to feel you, Rebecca?” She shrugs.

  “I’m going to sit up and turn on the light. Okay?” She nods.

  I reach up and turn on the lamp. I look at Rebecca’s diaphanous form in the light. If she wasn’t so malnourished when she died, she would be a very pretty ghost.

  I push my pillow up against the headboard and scoot back to sit up. I tuck Willy back into my PJs and pull the sheet over my waist. I beckon my spectral friend. “Come sit on my lap, Rebecca.”

  She hesitates, looking up from where she is curled up at the foot of the bed.

  “Honey, you had your hand on my cock. It was intentional. I think there is no reason for you to be shy about sitting on my lap.”

  She smiles gently before walking up to me on her hands and knees. I try to expunge memories of Marissa and Audrey doing that. Those events were followed by some wild sexual experience every time.

  Rebecca gently crawls into my lap with her feet facing the near side of the bed. She leans into my shoulder, and I wrap an arm around her shoulders while resting my right on her lap. It’s not like resting your limbs on a solid object. It’s more like having them suspended by jello or salt water. I try to be gentle. I’m not sure if my body will pass through hers or not, given the state of her body.

  “Okay, sweetie. Tell me what’s going on.”

  She scrunches her face up into a cute little frown before opening her mouth. I only hear a gentle ‘uh’ sound, but it doesn’t appear to come from her mouth. She frowns again.

  Finally Rebecca nods to herself. She points to me then points to the living room. She makes a motion that all juvenile males like myself know well. Then she uses her other hand to pull something from her stroking hand.

  I get that much. “Ah! Yes, I did masturbate on your sheet. Audrey was looking for phone-sex, and I didn’t think you were around. My apologies for messing up your sheet. I’ll have a clean one for you tomorrow.”

  She pats my chest, and then she shakes her head. She mimes scooping something up and putting something into her mouth.

  “You ate my semen?” I ask.

  She nods vigorously and rubs her tummy.

  I think to myself, ‘Wow!’ Then I ask, “You liked it?”

  Again, she nods vigorously and rubs her tummy. Her mouth opens, and I hear a disembodied voice say, “Yu-ee” as she nods her head.

  “Yummy?” She smiles and nods some more.

  She stops nodding and apparently considers what to say next. She points at her transparent torso at stomach-level and grimaces.

  “It made you sick?” I ask.

  I don’t hear any noise, but she shakes her head, and it looks like she’s laughing. She points at her abdomen again. Then mimes scooping and eating. Then she points at me and makes the stroking motion.

  I lean my head against hers and think for a moment. I’m distracted because her face seems more substantial than the rest of her.

  Rebecca pats my chest again. When I’m looking at her, she makes the stroking motion again. Then she adds the squirting mannerism, but draws it to her mouth.

  ‘Nah. No way she’s asking that.’ She repeats everything from the pat on my chest to the ‘squirting into her mouth’ gesture.

  I ask, “Are you asking me to feed you more semen?”

  She nods vigorously. Then she moves her mouth, and I hear a disembodied, “Hu-ree.”

  “You’re hungry?”

  She nods vigorously and then leans her head into my shoulders.

  I ask, “Were you starved to death?”

  She nods into my chest.

  “But the hunger just started after you ate my cum...er,
my semen?”

  She nods into my chest.

  “Honey, I am afraid that if I hug you, I’ll break you,” I tell her.

  She raises her head and kisses my cheek.

  “Okay, but this has got to last you until morning. I’ve got to get some sleep. No more until I wake up, okay?”

  I think, ‘This is too strange to believe. It’s like something out of a bad X-rated movie.’

  She sits up straight and smiles.

  “Okay, Rebecca. When I tell you, open your mouth over the tip of my cock, and I will squirt into your mouth.”

  She kisses my cheek and gets out of bed to face me.

  I shimmy out of my flannel PJ shorts and turn to face her. Despite being emaciated, she has a good foundation for a figure. I let my eyes droop and imagine her clean, with glowing clean hair, a happy smiling face, and a healthy figure. I imagine her in a clean thin cotton gown like she is wearing now with the light shining through to silhouette her figure. I start to stroke myself to full rigidity.

  I go all out on the fantasy, adding Marissa and Audrey in similar gowns slowly disrobing Rebecca to reveal a coltish feminine figure. Them kissing on her. All three naked, kissing on me. I start to get a tingle. I remember what Marissa and Audrey feel like when I mount them. The tingle is getting more urgent. I surrender to the sensations as I fantasize about breeding Audrey, about sodomizing Marissa, and about violating Rebecca by stuffing my cock down her throat.

  I murmur, “Now, Rebecca.” I open my eyes to see my spectral friend on her knees in front of me with her mouth open. Despite the filth on her face, it’s close enough to the fantasy to take me over the edge. I reach out and pull her closer until the head of my cock is between her lips...and then I explode.