Ghost Story Page 7

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  I wake to Marissa’s quiet murmuring, but I don’t catch what she is saying. I slowly open my eyes to see Rebecca nodding as the two ladies smile at each other. Willy starts to rise.

  I murmur, “Time for more medicine, lover. Mount up, cowgirl.”

  Marissa grins as she releases Rebecca’s hand and strokes Willy to full erection. Then she sits up and says to Rebecca, “Watch out, baby.”

  Marissa steps over me and squats over Willy, holding him to the door of the prize. Then she slowly slides down my cock until I’m seated deeply in her hot wet pussy. I sit up and wrap my arms around Marissa and unhook her brassiere.

  “Hmmm,” she says. “Much better. Let the girls run free.” I toss the bra to the floor as I feel Rebecca mold her body to my back, her hard little nipples pressing into my flesh through the fabric of her gown. Then Marissa starts to lift and slam herself down onto my cock as I cup her hard ass and drive up with my hips to meet her.

  10 - A lazy Sunday afternoon

  Marissa and I continue through the afternoon having manic sex in just about every conceivable position. She rides cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and on my face. I take her from behind, with one leg up, and against the wall of the neighboring apartment. That last one causes some banging on the wall in return.

  Rebecca was always nearby, watching how we interacted. She took in every kiss, caress, nip, and stroke. Every time I came I either pulled out to feed Rebecca, or Rebecca would lap up any leakage from Marissa as she lay there panting with her legs open, and then she would lick me clean, too.

  About 2:30pm, I pull on my boxers and t-shirt before going to make a late lunch. Rebecca picks up a chef’s knife and starts slicing onions while I scoop the fruit out of a couple avocados. Marissa comes out in one of my white dress shirts with the front open and the sleeves rolled up. She’s a vision, and Rebecca focuses on Marissa’s entrance into the living area. Unfortunately Rebecca cuts right through the tip of her index finger with the knife despite shaving off a perfectly symmetrical onion slice.

  I tap Rebecca’s shoulder and point at the fingertip lying next to the onion. She picks it up and holds it back on. I watch her concentrate and then release the finger. The severed tip seems to be an integral part of her hand again - good as new.

  I tell her, “Baby, Marissa is beautiful, but be careful with that knife. You have great slicing skills but you have to be careful of your fingers.”

  I take the knife and onion and show her how to curl the fingertips down so the nails protect them. I suspect that as her hands are still rather gelatinous, the knife would still cut through the nail. But she keeps getting more solid. It might make a difference one day.

  Then I set the knife down and hold a piece of avocado up to her mouth. She looks at me carefully and then slowly opens her mouth and extends her tongue. I put the piece of fruit on her tongue. She sucks it in and starts chewing with a considering look on her face.

  “Do you like it?”

  She thinks about it and slowly nods.

  “Would you like a piece of cheese?”

  She points to the ham and turkey on the counter. “Are we having meat?”

  I tell her, “I’m not Jewish, baby. We don’t eat kosher in my house. Can you live with that?”

  She giggles and gently spanks my shoulder, “I’m not living, Will.”

  “Point. So you don’t have to eat kosher either.”

  She kisses my lips quickly and then steps back. “Please sir, may I have some cheese?”

  I open an individually packed Baby Brie as I ask, “Oliver Twist?”

  She nods and grins as I offer her the cheese. She takes it from my hand and nibbles it. A look of bliss runs across her face. “Oh, gracious! This is delicious!”

  I make sandwiches with mustard, turkey, ham, havarti cheese, tomato, onion, and guacamole for Marissa and I. Rebecca has another piece each of brie and avocado but stops with that as she isn’t sure how eating is going to work yet. She sips at a small cup of water.

  After the quick meal, Marissa roots through my cabinets and puts a large spoonful of coconut oil into a small bowl. She winks at me, puts her clutch under her arm, grabs her glass, and sashays to the bathroom.

  I wink at Rebecca as I pick up the dishes. I fill the sink with soap and water. Rebecca washes as I dry and put away.

  I let the water out and dry Rebecca’s hands. I notice the grimy look of accumulated dirt remains on her hands despite them feeling smooth. She watches me work with the towel. She looks up at me and says, “It is part of me, Will.”

  I ask, “You are transforming, Rebecca. Where will the changes end?”

  She shrugs and looks down shyly at her hands. “I do not know, Will. I’m hopeful that I will eventually have a body that is close enough to real that I can pass for being alive. I don’t know if that is possible.”

  I pull her into a hug. She wraps her arms around my waist and burrows her head into my chest. I tell her, “You’re getting really close, baby.”

  I hear the bathroom door close as I hold Rebecca close to me and run hands up and down her back. Eventually she looks up at me and smiles. She reaches up and pulls me into a kiss. I lose myself into her moist lips and playful tongue as I drop a hand to squeeze her skinny ass. As I squeeze, she moans into my mouth.

  She breaks the kiss and leans back to appraise me. “Will, I am going to want what you’re doing to Marissa. Kissing, licking, fucking...all of it. Is that wrong?”

  “No baby, it’s not wrong. You have been old enough to have adult desires for well over a century. I think it’s perfectly normal. Something tells me Marissa won’t mind.”

  Then we hear a trumpeting sound from the bathroom accompanied by a loud groan.

  “Hmm. I wonder if she’s sick,” I say. Rebecca shrugs.

  “Back to your question,” I tell her. “It’s not wrong. I want to hold you, protect you, and take care of you. I want to get you as healthy as we can. At that point, I will gladly make love to you if that is what you want.”

  She looks seriously up into my eyes for a moment before a brilliant smile blooms on her face. It changes her looks from ‘pretty’ to ‘beautiful.’ “I would like that, Will. No one has ever treated me like you do. I want to get lost in you.”

  I kiss her again.

  I hear the bathroom door open. I tell her, “I need to go pee. You?” As expected, she shakes her head. I tell her, “I’ll meet you in the bedroom, baby.”

  I drain Willy and wash up before stepping into the bedroom to see Rebecca wiping her hands on the hem of her nightgown. Marissa wraps me in a hug just as I whip my T-shirt over my head. She kisses me and then slides my boxers down my legs, kissing Willy as she stands back up.

  Marissa says, “William, darling. I have one last present for you. Rebecca has been helping me prepare it for you.” She steps away and leans over to rest her elbows on the mattress and spreads her legs. She has removed her stockings, so I admire the bare, firm flesh of her legs and her … what? Marissa’s ass is glistening.

  She looks back over her shoulder and says, “Fuck my ass, Will. It’s the only thing we’ve never done. I want you to have all of me.”

  “Are you sure, Marissa? I’ve done it a couple of times. The ladies don’t tend to like it much. Only one acted like she liked it, and she trained for it significantly in advance.” Despite my objection, Willy is hard enough to drive nails.

  “Will, I’m sure,” she responds. “I wanted to offer it to you the other night when I came to visit, but you were right about how I was cramping. I wasn’t ready. I am now, Will. Violate me! Make me completely yours!”

  I walk up behind her and slide my cock into her welcoming pussy. Marissa moans. I lean over her and kiss her shoulder. “You don’t need to do this, love. I love you. I don’t need to fuck your ass. Your pussy is a wonderland, Marissa.”

  “Good,” she says. “Cause I’m going to want you back in there after you come in my ass. But I want to give this to you, Wi
ll. I can’t give you all my time, but this is something I can give you that I have never given to anyone else. I love you, Will. Let me give this to you.”

  I press my hand upward above her mons as I stroke her g-spot with my thrusting cock for about five strokes. She starts to quake with the beginning of a strong orgasm. I pull out, and scoop up some of the oil in the bowl. I lubricate my cock liberally, and then reach up and grab a fistful of Marissa’s hair.

  “Okay, Marissa. Up against the wall. Push that pretty little ass of yours back at me. She literally throws herself against the wall and presents her ass. I stand and notch my cockhead into her little rosebud. Grabbing her hips with both hands, I press until the head passes the tight muscle ring.

  Marissa groans, “God, you’re big!” I slowly slide forward. She says, “More! Give it all to me, Will!” I back up and press forward until I’m almost hilted. Marissa’s round, firm ass creates a plush pillow for my hips. I gotta say it’s easier with the coconut oil for lubrication. I think it’s slicker than my experience using KY jelly for this purpose. Definitely slicker than Astroglide. I pull back and slide back in. Marissa is moaning as she relaxes a bit to let me move easily. I reach around her to diddle her clit while I brutally fuck her ass. She starts to quiver, shake, screech in rhythm with my thrusts.

  “Oh, Will! I’m coming. I’m coming with your fat cock in my ass. I don’t believe it. Come with me, lover! Please! Fu-fu-uh-uh-ck! YES!”

  I blow my seed in her tight ass while she spasms. I press her into the wall with my hips.

  I murmur. “Thank you, Marissa. I didn’t need this from you, but thank you.”

  I pull out and scoop up her limp form and lay her on the bed. Her gaping asshole slowly closes as my semen leaks out.

  Rebecca asks, “Can I eat it?

  I shrug. “I suppose so. I’ll let you decide, sweetie.”

  Rebecca scoops up a globule of semen and stuffs it into her mouth. “Tastes fine to me.”

  I lean down to Marissa’s smiling face as she looks up at me with hooded eyes. “Thank you, my beautiful man. Without a doubt, I am completely yours.”

  “Yes,” I agree. “Mine.” Then I kiss her deeply, but then she starts moaning into my mouth.

  I look at her and she murmurs with wide eyes, “Rebecca is cleaning me very thoroughly.”

  I smile, “She is very concerned about wasting food. I’m going to give Willy a quick bath, so I can put him back in that sweet pussy of yours.”

  She smiles at me and closes her eyes.

  I lift Rebecca’s face and kiss her deeply. “You are too good to both of us, baby.”

  She smiles. “I’ve gotten her as clean as I can for now, Will.”

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  The three of us made love until about 8pm. At that point, we all went to have a little snack in the kitchen. I put clean sheets on the bed. Marissa and I squeezed into the shower together. We managed to get our bodies clean in between groping and kissing. We also managed not to get Marissa’s hair wet. Rebecca handed us each a towel. Once we were dry, we all went to bed about 9:30.

  Before I crawled between my two lovers, I set the alarm for 6 am. I usually don’t start until 8:30, but I have a 6:30 conference call. I slowly got situated between them and pulled them close. ‘Bringing the full-size bed was not a good idea.’ With that thought I fell asleep.

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  Despite the cramped accommodations, I wake up feeling energized and refreshed. I hurriedly put on the kettle to make a cup of coffee, brush my teeth, shave, and dress in jeans and a polo. I log onto the company network and check my email before going to put the grounds in the filter and setting the cone on top of the cup. The kettle clicks, and I pour the water into the cone to create my caffeinated goodness. I may get an espresso machine once the house is done, but until then you can’t have a better cup of coffee than this.

  I put on my headset and log onto the call when I feel a kiss on each cheek. Rebecca on the left and a naked Marissa on my right. Marissa throws a couple of pillows on the floor and Rebecca opens my jeans. I announce myself on the call as they pull my jeans down. I stand to allow the ladies to push my pants to the floor. Willy starts to wake up as Marissa gives him a kiss. I sit down to enjoy my coffee and manage the call for the weekly status on my software project. Marissa and Rebecca kneel on the pillows and take turns licking and sucking my cock. They considerately turn down the intensity while I’m talking, but then they try to make it up to me when I’m not. I’m getting quite distracted by the time the call ends. My notes from the meeting are nearly illegible.

  Rebecca deepthroats me. She starts swallowing repeatedly, and I quickly blow my load down her throat. After four shots she pops me out of her mouth and into Marissa’s for one shot, then back again into her own. She sucks me dry while pumping me with her hands. She’s getting quite skilled! When Rebecca is done, Marissa presents her with the shot of cum she caught. Somehow she’s managed to keep it on her tongue. Rebecca attacks Marissa’s tongue for the treat, and then they lip lock. I’m assuming Rebecca is ensuring there are no remnants. She pulls away shyly when they are done.

  Marissa stands and kisses my cheek. She caresses Rebecca’s face as she walks away. I turn to watch her sashay to the bedroom. Once Marissa disappears into the bedroom, Rebecca crawls onto my lap and hugs me.

  She asks me quietly, “Will, is it wrong that I want to kiss her and lick her?”

  I shake my head. “No, Rebecca. She’s very beautiful, and there is nothing wrong about you desiring to do those things or actually doing them. It would only be wrong if someone forced you to do those things.”

  “Oh good,” she responds. “I really liked being in bed with the two of you. I love kissing you. Kissing Marissa is different, but I rather like that, too.”

  “Here in the apartment, you should hug her and kiss her as often as you wish. If we ever go outside together, it’s probably better to be more circumspect. Not everyone is as understanding about two women kissing as I am.”

  She nods as Marissa returns to the living room looking put together in her Sunday dress and heels. I stand, and she loops her arms around my neck and smiles up at me. “Will, I had a lovely time. I’m so glad I shared my secret with you...and my lingerie...and my bald pussy...and my ass.” She grins lasciviously at the last bit, and I smirk.

  “Come back when you can, Marissa. Did our efforts have the desired affect on the lump?” I press my fingers into the location where I felt it before, but I don’t find anything.

  She nods seriously. “Thankfully, yes.”

  I tell her, “We’ll figure out how to keep them from coming back. In the meantime, my service is your pleasure.”

  She smirks, “Don’t you mean it’s my pleasure to serve you?”

  “That, too! Seriously, Marissa. We’ll figure something out. You shouldn’t have to sneak over here when you’re trying to strengthen your relationship with Carla,” I tell her.

  She nods, “She’s going to have to start meeting me half-way. It feels like I’m doing all the work.” She kisses me deeply. “I will be back whether I have a lump or not. I’m getting addicted to you, William.” She winks at me as she releases me.

  Then she hugs Rebecca tightly. “I’ll be back to visit you next week, baby. Maybe I’ll get back over here towards the end of this week to visit, too.”

  Rebecca kisses her lips chastely before saying, “I would like that, Marissa.”

  Marissa kisses her back more passionately. Then she says, “It’s not likely because I’m in Kingman, Flagstaff, and Cottonwood this week to visit clients. However, if I can arrange it, I will drop by. Take care of our man, baby.”

  She heads to the door, and I open it to let her out. She kisses my cheek and heads out into the morning. I close the door, and Rebecca runs to me to wrap me in a hug.

  11 - Becoming

  Rebecca and I got into a pretty steady routine. I would work reviewing plans, making phone calls, and having meetings to resolve issues. I was on eithe
r the phone or a video chat about half of each day. Every two hours, I would feed Rebecca my semen. I also started pushing more water and food into her when she proved to have no adverse impacts from it. Interestingly, she never went to the toilet. Regardless, she would have a small portion of oatmeal in the morning, a half-sandwich and soup for lunch, and whatever meat and vegetable dish I’d concoct in the evening. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday.

  We talked quite a bit, but she wouldn’t tell me much other than her surname was Silberschmid and that she was indeed of Jewish descent. I worked out by doing floor exercises in the small available space each day, so I could stay with her.

  Tuesday afternoon, I got a call from Zach. The gist of the call was they had finished shoring up the retaining walls. The city agreed that the remnants of the frame were crap, so he demolished them and started digging the cellar. That’s when he discovered the original cellar was still there in the dirt. The dimensions didn‘t line up with the plans, so he planned to demolish the old walls and pull them out. The city wanted to root around in the cellar before he tore them out. They said the inspector said he would be on-site on Wednesday. As a result, he said he wouldn’t finish digging the hole until the end of the day Thursday. That became the first day of delay.

  * * *

  It’s Wednesday evening and I’m a little irked that Zach hasn’t returned my calls for a status on the City inspection.

  Rebecca and I are washing dishes from dinner. She managed to eat a whole chicken breast and almost two cups of sauteed vegetables tonight. She scrubs the dishes clean, and I dry them and put them away. She wipes up the table as I finish drying and then tosses the washrag into the sink with a giggle. I get splashed just as I close the cabinet with the dishes. I wet my fingers and flick them at Rebecca and she squeals with joy at getting to play. I empty the sink and turn to look at her as she wipes the soapy water from her face.