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INTRODUCTION
Reginald Harper's new novel, "Suzy's playmates," gives a blow-by-blow description of lust in the raw. It relates the story of a woman who uses her passions to get what she wants with a cold ruthlessness that was almost her undoing.
Suzy Merriweather was considered amoral to all who knew her. There was no limit to the depths she would descend to get her sex kicks, including incest and extortion.
Yet, because she was amoral, she did hot consider her actions against society to be criminal. It was only when her carefully laid plans backfired, that the realization of the injustice she had perportrated against her fellow man became painfully clear.
The publishers present "Suzy's Playmantes" to help the reader become more alert to the dangers that await the unwary. Because of the nature of the sex themes contained herein, this novel is recommended for the adult, mature reader only.
Harold Pritchard, M.A. New York City
CHAPTER ONE
"I want to fuck you, Suzy, it's my turn!"
I turned and looked at Richard. He was just thirteen years old and could hardly get his cock up, and here he was wanting to fuck me!
"Ah, go play with your dink, and let the men in this family attend to Suzy's pussy," my cousin Johnny yelled. He pulled out his cum-covered, limp prick from my cunny and got off the huge bed that had belonged to his parents.
Ralph sauntered over to take Johnny's place, his cock hard as iron, his prickhead dribbling, he was so anxious to fill my recently fucked pussy. I couldn't help sighing when I looked at Ralph's huge pecker. It was the size of a baby arm, and boy how I loved that huge dong.
He knelt into position, his beefy whang searching for my fuckhole. Then, with one tremendous lunge, he was deep in my pussy, fucking furiously, as if this would be the very last fuck he'd ever have.
I let him do the work. I'd been screwed four times this morning already, and though I really never got enough of prick, I was a bit tired.
I had lived upstate with my father until I was sixteen, my mother having died in childbirth, and when Father died of a heart attack, I came to Grabersville to live with my father's brother, his wife and their six children, five boys and a girl, Laurette, who was presently away at college. Johhny who was a year older and I had been fucking each other from the very beginning, and had continued our relationship practically under the nose of my professor uncle and his quiet wife, Sarah.
Two months before I reached my twenty-first birthday, my uncle and aunt had been killed in an antomobile accident and now, six months later, my fucking activities had included my other cousins, Ralph, Teddy and George, in addition to Johnny, of course. Richard was a bit young, yet, but by the size of his prick, it wouldn't be long before he'd be in my cunt too.
The sound of my own moans brought me back to the reality of Ralph's fiercely fucking cock. God, how that boy could screw! In fact, all of my cousins had that great particular talent, they were just born fuckers, and I had a great idea that would soon solve all our problems.
The explosion of my own orgasm knocked reality out of my mind for a while as I felt Ralph's boiling cum saturating my twat.
After what seemed like years, I opened my eyes as the flush-faced Ralph slowly withdrew from my flooding twat. Johnny who had been watching Ralph and I screw, was horny again. He was fingering his huge pecker which was now iron-hard and ready to screw, and I knew that I was about to get fucked again.
Ralph limply got off the bed and headed for the bathroom where I soon heard the shower going.
Johnny's prick was ready to fuck me again, all right, but he didn't try to stick it in me right away. Johnny always liked to arouse me before he thrust his pecker in my pussy.
He kissed my neck and then he began to suck on my nipple. Ralph had sucked my right nipple and it was very red. Johnny saw that and took my left nipple in his mouth.
As his firm, beautiful mouth began sucking on my nipple, I did fell my cunny vibrating and beginning to close up just as if it already had some of his sweet dong juices in it.
I began to screw my twat toward him so he would get the idea without my telling him that I was ready for a hot screw.
He opened his big blue eyes and looked up at me. He gave me a sweet smile and then shifted so his long, fine legs were between mine. I separated my legs so my gash was open. He put his hand between my lets and ran a finger up my cunt.
"Are those Ralph's cock juices?"
"Half are mine."
"I hate shooting my cum into his!"
"If you'll wait a second, I'll wash them away!"
"I have no time!" He rammed his pecker half into my twitching, cum-filled pussy and then he withdrew his long dick down to the very tip.
"Johnny, you tease," I cried. "Put your cockie back in. I'm hot for fucking."
He rammed in again and I could feel the tip coming up to my womb. My cunny began a sucking motion on his prick but it resisted me and he fucked in and out of me with a thundering force.
I felt the goose flesh rise on me from the back of my calf to the hair around my forehead. I could hardly keep my eyes open as I screwed with my older cousin.
Johnny moaned, "I don't see how your pussy keeps so tight with us guys fucking into you everyday." He kept fucking as he wondered.
"It's because I love you," I said as I pulled him into me by folding my legs around his waist and pulled with all my might.
My cunny muscles began to wind up to an orgasm. I stopped breathing as he furiously fucked me with his steady thrusting and pulling. I thought my insides would follow him out every time he pulled his prick out. Then, suddenly, I was on the brink of shooting my orgasm and one cum shook me after another. My cunny burst forth with its fifth cum of the morning.
My pussy juices flooded down and then Johnny let loose his hot, boiling prick juices in me.
He rolled back his eyes, and rolled off me onto the other hair of the large, oversized bed. "Oh, God, that was so good, Suzy," he sighed and fell asleep.
I was exhausted and wanted to sleep, too, but I wanted to talk to him, Ralph, Teddy and George.
I had some very important business to discuss with them and I wanted their opinions of an idea I had in mind.
I had inherited fifty-thousand dollars when I reached the age of twenty-one from my father.
My problem was that I felt I must take care of these cousins of mine. They were perfectly incapable of holding a job, not because they were stupid but because they were lazy and pussy-hungry. Each of them had been in trouble about rape and pregnancies, but the girls had never brought them to court. I never could figure out why but my cousins have a way with women.
I knew that they could always fuck at a drop of a hat, but would they? If they consented to my plan, we would not have to worry too much about the wolf at the door.
Of course, the wolf had never gotten very close anyway, but we might just be able to get a very good living if these four fuckers would agree with my idea.
When Johnny had been sleeping for a good hour, he opened his eyes and said, "Did you say you had an idea you wanted to discuss with me?"
He rolled over so he was facing me and smiled his big, handsome smile. "Well, let's hear it!"
"I want the other boys in here too so I won't have to repeat myself."
Johnny lifted himself up onto his elbow and shouted, "Ralph, Teddy, George, get your asses in here."
Shortly after, Teddy and George came through the door. Then Ralph, fresh from his shower, walked in.
"Well, what do you want?" asked Teddy, the intellectual.
"I want to talk to you about what to do with my money."
"Rubbing it in?" laughed George.
"You know I'm not rubbing it in, but I have an idea."
"What kind of a brain-storm have you got now?"
"About how to invest my inheritance and triple it!"
"Give it to me," said George. "I'll go down to New York tomorrow and double it."
"Well, let's hear your idea, Suzy," said Teddy.
"There's a large mansion outside of town I'd like to buy."
"Are you out of your head?" asked Johnny. "Don't we have enough taxes to pay with this old ruin?"
"You don't understand," I said. "This house I want to buy has several large bedrooms with baths and lots of secret hiding places and sliding panels."
"Why buy something like that?" asked Teddy.
"I thought we could have a health resort for women with gremlins that fuck their guests."
All of the boys laughed. "And we'd be the gremlins, for shit's sake," laughed Johnny.
"Now you've got it!"
"What if the women didn't go along with it?"
"They'd be carefully screened," I said, "There are any number of women who want to get fucked but who are afraid to be responsible for their actions. With gremlins, well, they can get screwed and never mention it."
"What if they don't take the pill and they come up with some gremlin babies?" asked Teddy who was thoughtful.
"I've thought of that," I replied. "You guys must wear condums or have a little operation done that will shut off your sperm!"
My cousins almost at the same time, grabbed for their huge pricks with big, protective hands and yelled, "No, never! Nobody will make us do that, not for all the money-or pussies-in the world!"
"Okay, okay," I laughed, "just make sure you're covered!"
"We'll need some stuff to make white smoke for us gremlins to disappear in," said Teddy who was up on these matters.
"I'll have to purchase the house first," I said.
"Well, get with it. Go see about it!" Johnny said.
"I want to be sure that I can depend on you to screw the women before I get my money tied up.
"Are you kidding," George said as his brothers roared.
"Even if they're not so young and pretty?"
"It's not how pussy looks but how the cunt feels," said Ralph.
"They'll be fucked in the pitch darkness anyway," said George.
"And," I concluded, "you are not to be seen in that mansion at any time. That is why we will keep this house and you can live here."
"Very good," said Johnny. Then fingering his face he continued. "What kind of gremlins shall we be?"
"Pirate gremlins, I think," I replied. "The new house is at least two hundred and probably two hundred and fifty years old."
"I'll grow a beard," said George.
"When will we start operations?" asked Johnny.
"As soon as I get dressed and can go see about buying the house," I replied.
My cousins began to laugh and I knew that I was in for it. They all jumped on the bed together and began kissing my voluptuous body. George rammed his prick into my cunny and began fucking back and forth as he turned me on my left side.
"Hold still," cried Teddy as he tried to get his large pecker in my shithole.
"Put some lotion or grease on that thing," I creid, looking over my shoulder.
Teddy dabbed his fingers into a large jar of vaseline I always keep on my bedside table. He smeared his dong and my asshole well. Then he gently inserted it. He was always very careful of me because he knew he had only one fuckhole he could really depend on.
Then Johnny lowered his prick into my mouth and I began sucking.
I took my hands off George's shoulders and put them up to embrace Teddy's asscheeks.
A tremendous cum grabbed and shook me.
My teeth clamped down on Johnny's pecker, but not very hard, though hard enough to make him scream.
"For shit's sake, Suzy, are you trying to bite foo my cock?"
I sucked his prick very hard and he shot off in my mouth. Naturally, I swallowed every drop of his cum!
Another orgasm shook me and I felt Teddy and George cuming in my ass and cunt holes. Scalding sperm rolled down my asscheeks and dropped on the bed sheet.
George pulled his cock out of my pussy and lay on the great mattress as if he were dead. Teddy tried to get hard again but gave it up and pulled his now deflated prick from my ass.
Ralph, the youngest of the four, had watched our fuck maneuvers and had jerked himself off, his gism laying in a pool on the floor.
Johnny had taken a place on the soft rug next to the great bed and was now snoring as if he had been asleep an hour.
"All right," I said to their unlestening ears. "Now, Suzanne Merriweather has to wash, dress and go out to buy you a playhouse where we can use your unusual fuck talents for the good of all womankind, and our pocketbooks!"
Ralph, who was not yet dead turned his big, handsome face and grinned at me without opening his eyes. He asked, "Aren't you going to use any of your talent in our house of sin?"
"Oh, I'll be the, er, madam. Besides, do you really think I have talent?"
"Oh, baby, Suzy, how can you ask such a question. You have a cunt that's made of gold!"
To tell the truth I was thinking about using my own talent too. I loved my dear 'little' cousins but I had been fucking them so often and steadily the past six months, I figured I could stand a few new pricks.
I knew every prick lunge they would make. I could tell just exactly how and when each would shoot his sperm off. I could tell by the way they grinned or sighed or even breathed if and when they wanted to fuck. They were all "old hat," or should I say, "old pricks" to me.
I wondered if there wer men with larger peckers. Certainly my cousins' pricks were mammoth, all well-hung, but maybe there were some men who were so huge and hot who could make me cum thirty times in a night, instead of just ten.
Carefully, I pulled myself from among the sleeping bodies and stepped down on the soft carpet. I ran into my bathroom and turned on the water in my sunken tub.
I soaked in my deep bath tub and the fragrant water bathed my luscious body inside and out.
Everything about my life was heavenly wxcept the lack of money. I knew I could use the fifty thousand dollars for our daily needs but in a year we would have nothing. My cousins had no money sense and spet it just as fast as they got it.
My unusual plan could, I felt sure, give us a steady income. A resort for guests was unheard of in our little town, and with the added attraction of including a fuck live to my guests, I knew we could have a fairly steady income.
After dressing, I got into our little Mercedes Benz and drove down to the center of town.
I had read an ad in the paper that described this huge mansion with twenty bedrooms with a bathroom for each bedroom that had secret hiding places and passages. Of course, I knew I might be disappointed and the house might prove to be impossible and couldn't be used for my purpose. But I could at least look at it.
The real estate office I entered was disappointing. The furniture was old and there was only a small, tattered rug on the bare floor.
I thought, "Well, if the house is no better than this office, I might as well forget it!"
I sat down on the bench by the side of the wall and waited. I could hear a person in the John. The person flushed the toilet then came out into a hall and then came into the simple office.
He was one of the most gorgeous looking men I have ever seen. He didn't smile at me. There seemed to be no laughter in him. His features were strictly classical. He was as tall as my over six feet cousins with the exception of Richard who would hit six feet in a year or so. His curly black hair was combed back and worn slightly long.
I saw him measuring my expensive leather shoes and bag to match. My suit was of expensive yellow silk. My shoulder length hair was curled just enough to be attractive. I was glad I was a red head although it crossed my mind that this Mr. Wonderful might be more attracted by a blonde.
"What can I do for you, Miss?" he asked in a cultivated, deep tone.
I glanced down at the fly of his trousers and noted that he was neatly zipped up and his pecker bulge did not show.
My cousins always managed to look as if they were just about to expose their pricks to anyone who wanted a look. Their flies never looked quite fastened.
This magnificent male aroused my pussy. He wasn't even looking at me as a woman. I was merely a customer. I had never fucked any man except my cousins but I sure could go for this one. It was just as if I had never had fucked a prick before at all.
I said, "There was an ad in the paper that read that you had a twenty-bedroom house, with secret hiding places."
A very slight smile crossed his face. "Oh, yes. The old Kimberly Mansion. It's a good piece of property, would be very valuable for a new modern house."
"I want it as it now stands."
"Oh, you do?"
"Yes. Could I see it?"
"I'll be glad to show it to you. My name is Rory Stevens." We shook hands and he took a chain of keys from his pocket and held the door open for me.
We went out to his old convertible and he held the door of the car open for me without smiling. I climbed in and flashed him a sexy smile which he completely ignored.
I thought, this is a man trying to be true to his old lady. So I decided to create a thing that would give me information. I said, "Is your wife the pretty young librarian, Amy Stevens?"
He was getting into the other side of the car.
He said, "I never heard of Amy Stevens."
"She works at the public library," I said. "Then you aren't her husband?"
"I'm not anyone's husband!" He gave me a look that said, "There, Miss, does that answer your question of whether I'm married or not?"
I smiled at him, snuggling up to him at the same time. "Tell me about the mansion, Mr. Stevens, the Kimberly house."
"I'll show it to you. That's easier and it will answer all your questions."
We rode on in silence for two whole minutes. I thought, he's a real tough nut.
He turned once, and then turned again and drove into a wide driveway bordered by trees on both sides on the outskirts of town.
"Well, this is it." He stepped out of the car and wetn around to open the door for me to get out.
I walked behind him up to the stone and brick patio which was overgrown with vines and bushes.
"It looks as though it hasn't been occupied for some time," I said.
"It was occupied until a few months ago," he snapped.
I overlooked his ungentlemanly reply. I continued, "Why did the tenants leave?"
"He left because he expired."
"Commit suicide?"
"Hardly, he was eighty-nine years old."
He inserted a key in the front door and it swung open to reveal a hall in much better shape than the outside of the house.
The floor was waxed cherrywood upon which I almost slipped and fell. He grabbed me and taking my hand practically lifted me to my feet.
He held my elbow a few seconds and we faced each other barely three inches apart. The muscles tightened up in his cheeks and he let go of me as if I were a stinking piece of shit.
I almost fell again and then I noticed down at his fly and saw there a prick bulge barely kept under control by a jockstrap.
I thought, this kid has found his manhood rather hard to handle, but he certainly has a lot of it.
He took me into the living room which was large, gloomy, with a large fireplace and indirect lighting. It too had cherrywood floors. The walls were of pine paneling.
"Where are the secret hiding places and the sliding panels?"
Rory Stevens strode silently to the wall bookcase and touched a tiny black button. A panel slid back silently and I could see a tight, little staircase.
"This way," he said.
I stepped through the panel opening and I could see the stairs went down to the basement and also up to the second and third floors.
"Are these secret hiding places?" I asked.
"As secret as anything can be in Gabersville."
As I followed him up the secret stairs to the second floor, I wanted to reach up and put both my arms around his waist and draw him down to sit on my lap. I wanted to kiss him and have him kiss me. I'm a tall, well-built redhead and quite capable of forcing the issue if necessary. It just might be necessary with a man like this.
Then it suddenly occurred to me, what if he were a faggot? The idea made me mad and I am not one who gets mad easily. What right did a man who looked like that have to be a queer?
I wanted to reach up and grab his prick as we climbed the little spiral staircase and tear his protecting jockstrap and the cock and balls that were in it and ask, "Do you like pussy?"
But I didn't because the timing was just right and when I fuck a man I want him to want my cunny too.
There were panels from a long hidden hall that opened into each of the twenty bedrooms. Rory Stevens showed me how they worked from both the secret passage and the rooms.
The panels were hidden and very different in each room so that a person had to know where they were in order to operate them. Rory Stevens escorted me from place to place not omitting a single room with my pussy getting hotter and wetter for his huge pecker.
My cousins always knew when I wanted to fuck them. Of course, they were alwasy ready for cunt. But Rory Stevens seemed to be uncaring over the fact that I was a pussy.
Finally as he stood in front of the fireplace in the twentieth bed room looking around trying to locate the button that opened the panel, I asked, "Is your name really Rory and what does it stand for?"
"Rory is my middle name, my mother's maiden hame. I was a junior. Anyway most of the people who buy real estate call me Mr. Stevens."
"Oh, I shall, of course, call you Mr. Stevens. I wouldn't think of calling you Rory, much too intimate!"
"Right," he said without further comment and touched the button that opened the panel.
The wall was perfectly smooth where the panel was and as it opened it came as a complete surprise to me.
"You'd almost think a gremlin came through that wall if someone used that panel to enter this room," he said taking the thought right out of my mind.
"I had heard that the Kimberly was haunted," I said, trying it on for size. I wantech his reaction.
He shrugged and said, "Could be, but then Garbersville is haunted."
Liar, I thought.
I had a man go over the house to see if it was infested with termites and a good plumber looked at the plumbing for me.
I had a lawyer search the records on the house and when he said they were in order, I paid Rory Stevens forty thousand dollars by check.
I wanted six thousand dollars to sue for very simple and attractive furniture for the house and the balance for expenses until our resort got going.
Then I told my cousins what I had done and they were full of enthusiasm and wanted to know when they could start fucking.
When I explained that it would take me about two weeks to furnish the place with simple furniture from the best secondhand stores and to run an ad for guests, they went off angry that they'd have to wait for two long weeks before they could start screwing except Johnny.
I held him back and when we were alone I said, "Johnny, did you mean it when you told me one day that you thought I ought to get married?"
He took me in his big, hairy amrs and kissed me on the lips. "Of course, I meant it. You've been a really great cousin and lover to me. God, every time I get next to you my prick gets hard as a rock!"
He slipped his hand up under my clothes and pulled down my panties so they fell around my ankles.
He looked down and said, "Well, Suzy, step out of them."
I obediently did as I was told. Then he dropped his trousers and his shorts and there was his huge pecker practically boiling, standing straight out from his body.
He say down on an armless rocker and drew me to him until I faced him. Then he put his hands on my waist and forced my legs apart and I sat down on him with his prick sticking in my cunt.
His cock felt so wonderful ramming in my twat that I closed my eyes and dropped my head on his shoulder.
"Oh, Johnny," I said as my cunny began the squeezing, sucking action that my cousins liked so well, "I think Rory Stevens the man that sold me the house is a homo!"
He was kissing my neck and face and spit was dripping from the corner of his mouth. "So?" I felt his cock grow larger in me and I could hardly keep up the conversation I was so excited.
I fucked back and forth gently. "You said that you wanted me to get married sometime and when I do, I won't stop screwing you, I promise."
He sighed and began to screw me back and forth.
I felt the walls of my fuckhole pulling together in convulsive spasms.
"You're trying to choke my prick," he murmured into my ear.
"Shall I get up?" I geve it a mighty jerk with my twat muscles.
"Choke it, kill it, choke it, Suzy." He placed his hot lips on mine and rolled his eyes. I felt him shoot his hot prick juice in my soaking cunny.
His head rolled on my shoulder and huge titties. He was just conscious enough to understand me. "Johnny did you hear me?"
"Ummm, yeah, sure. I heard you."
"Johnny do you understand what I'm saying?"
One eye came open and he searched my face. I felt his huge dong getting hard and I wondered if my cousins could ever be conscious without getting a hardon. "Yeah, yes, I can understand you," Johnny answered.
I kissed his forehead. "Johnny, baby, I want you to find out if Rory Stevens is a queer, do you understand?"
He looked at me in a sharp manner. "Yeah, you want me to try to screw him. I f I can't fuck his ass, then you're going to be happy. Maybe he doesn't have a prick. Some people don't, you know."
"He has a large cock, I know. I saw it. I just want to know which type of hole he fucks it in, male or female?"
"You mena he teased you with his pecker?" Johnny pulled out his mighty prick and stood up dumping me onto my beautiful asscheeks.
"Now don't get angry. He didn't tease me."
"Then how do you know he's got a prick?"
"I could see its huge outline through his clothes."
"That sounds like a swish! Were his trousers thin with nothing on under them?"
"No, you idiot. I think he even wore a jockeystrap."
Johnny calmed down. He asked, "Did you get him hot?"
"I hope so but I couldn't get to first base."
"If you got outside dick interests, would you still fuck me, my little Suzy?" He hugged me as he asked this.
"Johnny, I love you ver much. I just want to be be prepared in case you and the others get wives or sweethearts you know, I don't want to be left alone."
"Of course not." He kissed me on the lips. "And we just might if this project you have in mind takes hold. George, Teddy, Ralph and I might be so busy that we won't have time to fuck our lovely cousin."
"That's why I'll need an extra prick around the house!"
Johnny lifted my skirt again and rubbed his hands over my bare asscheeks sending little shivers of thrill sensations directly to my pussy.
"Let's go into your bedroom and screw before the others come home," Johnny said.
The both of us ran into my bedroom and lay down on my huge, round bed. I opened my legs wide and Johnny jumped between them, ramming his prick into my fuckhole. We fucked each other furiously until we passed out with exhaustion.
CHAPTER TWO
Johnny and I were so knocked out from our long fucking session that we slept right through til the next morning, not even eating or waking up when the other boys came home. Johnny promised that he would find out if Rory Stevens was a faggot. I told him to be careful.
He said, "What's to be careful about finding out if a guy is a fairy?"
"Nevertheless, I want you to proceed with caution." We were standing in the living room and I was getting ready to go out and choose furniture for our new "old" mansion.
Johnny made a face. "Shall I say, 'My, darling, I want to see if you have a prick under those pants' then I'm supposed to kiss him on the lips?"
"You do that little thing," I said. "And if he hits you in the mouth, don't blame me. Just assume that he hates fairies."
"That's a woman's way to go about it. Then I won't find out anything. Let me do it my way. Then I'll know what the score is!"
"Okay, do it your way. I'm in a hurry and I'll see you later this afternoon, around dinnertime."
I rushed out to my Mercedes Benz and then sped down to a second-hand furniture store where I could buy all the furniture I'd need for my mansion.
I had decided not to provide maid service and to equip each small apartment with a small kitchen in an area which had formerly been a gigantic clothes closet. There were other closets attached to each room and the whole set-up couldn't have been nicer.
I bought all the things I needed and watched them be delivered to my new property. The delivery men set each bed, chest of drawers, mirror and electric hotplate in each room so my dear, little cousins would have no work to do at all because I knew they wouldn't do it.
George, Teddy and Ralph were waiting for me at the front door when I got home at six. Their faces telegraphed something had gone awry.
"What's happened?" I shouted, very concerned.
"You should see Johnny," said little Richard, coming out of the house with tears in his eyes.
"Suzy, Johnny's pretty messed up," said Teddy and they led me into the bedroom.
Johnny was lying on the bed with an ice cap on his forehead, twisting and moaning, holding his eye.
When he heard me, he sat up and took the ice bag from his forehead. He had two black eyes and his upper lip was cut.
He blinked pathetically and said, "Rory Stevens' no faggot!"
"I see you found out the hard way," I said.
"At least I got a positive answer," he replied lying down again.
"And, of course, you must appear in court as usual?"
"No," he moaned slightly. "I didn't touch him, at least not violently. And I decided to forget the revenge. I went to my doctor and told him I had fallen down some stairs.
"He believed you?"
"No, he just said that he was only required to report gun wounds. He cleaned up my wounds and gave my an antitetanus shot and told me to go home and rest."
"Well, that was kind of him."
Johnny studied me bitterly then asked, "Do you still dig that Stevens' guy after what he did to your favorite cousin?"
"It's your fault," I replied. "You didn't use the right approach." Then I went to the freezer and took out steaks to prepare for our dinner.
The next day I went to the old Kimberly Mansion and supervised the hanging of beautiful drapes that were very inexpensive and very handsome. They looked like expensive satin.
The drapery people from the local department store had barely gotten out the door when it was again opened and a bleached blonde woman in her late thirties or early forties entered. She wasn't as tall as I but she was heavier. She was the very picture of the wellbred, well-fed woman who has hunted for love and a hot prick for most of her life and was rejected or rejected what was offered.
"I saw your advertisement in the paper. May I see the suites?"
I looked at her expensive suit and hundred dollar shoes. I knew she would not be renting a place in the old mansion unless she had heard my lies that I had paid a New York Public Relations outfit a thousand dollars to spread. It went something like this: The Old Kimberly Mansion is haunted and the gremlins actually rape women. No woman is safe from these gremlins.
I said carefully, "I'll be glad to show you what we have. I don't think they will suit you exactly."
"Let me decide that. I want a small suite away from New York where I can hide away from my social contacts."
Shit, I thought. She had heard the gremlin commercial.
I showed her a front apartment on the second floor that was very simply furnished.
"It's quite tiny, isn't it?"
"It's one of our nicest suites."
"How much?"
"Two hundred a week."
"That's ridiculous."
"Heat, electricity and telephone are paid and there is a laundry in the basement."
"Well, show me another."
"I'm sorry but this is the only one we have vacant."
"Well, what's this I hear about eerie happenings in this mansion."
I pretended to look surprised. "Eerie happenings? Oh, idle gossip, I'm sure. I've seen a few strange things, but nothing to be worried about, I'm sure."
"I'm not worried in the least," she said, opening her purse when we got back down to the front hall and my room right off the hall which I had converted into a smart apartment.
She made out a check for the first and last week's rent, cleaning fee, property damage and key deposit which amounted to over four hundred and seventy-five dollars. I gave her a receipt and smiled.
Her name was Beverly Mitchell and she was rather pretty when she smiled back but not the kind of cunt, that my cousins would go after willingly if they had a choice.
"You lazy babies," I thought almost aloud. "You just simply don't have a choice."
Miss Mitchell had a taxi driver carry her luggage up to her apartment. I went into my room and pressed the button that opened the panel on the secret stairs and I ran up them and put my eye to the peephole for suite number three-twenty-four.
I could see Miss Mitchell clearly. She took a ten dollar bill from her purse and gave it to the taxi driver, telling him to keep the change.
Then she began to put her things away in the drawers and the closets. She had beautiful nightgowns and negligees. Oh, I thought, she means to be fucked by my gremlins.
I heard the door bell ringing so I hurried downstairs and back into my apartment. I closed the door panel and answered the door.
At my door was another woman and I thought of her as a hospital nurse before she opened her mouth. Not a modern hospital nurse to be sure, but the kind that probably nursed my parents.
However, Miss Dorothy Baker, although she was a retired head nurse, was only about forty. She was thin and gentle and quiet. Probably in a hospital she would expand to a kind of majesty that would frighten and silence her more difficult patients. I had had a couple of nurses of that temperment and I knew how deceptive their apparent weakness was.
There was no beating about the maypole with her. She asked, "Is this the place that's supposed to be haunted by gremlins?"
I looked at her and asked, "Do you believe in haunted houses?"
"I'd like to very much. Do you?"
"Well, there are certainly happenings which we can't explain are normal," I mouthed.
"There certainly are and I'd like to see a few," she said.
"But I'm renting out suites here," I explained. "I can't let you sit here."
"Oh, I want to rent a suite." She was even readier than Miss Mitchell to lay down the cash for the pad.
A young boy helped her up with her suitcases and boxes and I was too busy telephoneing my cousins to rush to the peephole and see what kind of clothing she put away in her closets and drawers.
Johnny answered the telephone and when he knew it was me, he asked, "Do you have some work for me to do tonight?"
"Not you, poor fucked-out cousin, but your less-fucked-up brothers."
"That's gratitude for you!" he cried.
"Johnny, shut up and put Teddy or George on the phone. Besides you are incapable of following directions and I don't want these ladies frightened out of their wits.
"Put Ralph on the phone, I fairly screamed.
When Ralph said hello to me, I said, "We have a sweet, forty-year-old ex-nurse here and a social, rich fatty. I want them fucked gently until you find out if they don't want to be treated gently."
"Of course. What shall I wear?"
"Both you and Teddy dress like pirates, beards and everything. Also a rope around your neck."
"A rope around my neck! You're out of your tree!"
"No, I mean it. You were probably hung for raping some princess back in seventeen hundred."
"Ah, fuck!"
"Do what you're told and you can have a lot of fun."
"Ah, fuck!"
"Ralph, I'll give up the whole idea if you try to bolax things up. I'll run off an dleave you boys penniless."
"Ah, shit. I bet she's some old fart!"
"She's cute, heavy, a little rich bitch. Probably a virgin."
"You nuts or something? There's no such thing as a virgin nowadays."
"Ralph you never know what she is. Just want and see."
"Do I have to wear a condum?"
"You certainly should use a rubber. If she's not a virgin, she might have syphyllis."
"Who fucks the head nurse?"
"Teddy. I don't want you two to screw yourselves out."
"Why can't I have the head nurse? I've always wanted to fuck a nurse's pussy."
"Ralph, you moron, put Teddy on the phone. I want to give him instructions so at least one of you will do what I suggest."
"Suggest. Shit, Suzy, you never suggested anything in your life."
When the boys came into my suite in the mansion that evening after dark, they were certainly the most disreputable-looking pirates I had ever seen.
They liked their parts so well that they had spent all afternoon applying whiskers and mustaches and warts to their faces.
They had covered their hands in face powder so that the skin looked old and cracked. They had chewed licorice to make their teeth black and they had painted bags under their eyes.
Teddy wore a black-colored pair of loose gaucho pants that were torn and mended. He wore a flat hat over his blonde longish hiar. He looked as if he were coming out of a three-week drunk.
Ralph's longish, brown hair hung in his eyes and he wore a scarred set of chaps and cowboy boots.
I shook my head. "Ralph, how are you going to get your pecker out when you need it in that get-up?"
For answer he slid his hand down under his belt and a seond later his prick and balls were out wagging in my face.
"You're not wearing a contraceptive," I hissed.
"Ah, shit." He took a rubber from his pocket and forced it over his engorged whang then he tucked it back behind his fly.
"And you, Teddy? Do you have a rubber on?"
"Both a hard and a rubber." He patted himself.
I led them up the secret staircase and stationed them at their respective peepholes. "Study them," I said, "and try to give them a show before you give them a fuck."
Ralph came over and pushed Teddy away from Ids peephole. He put his eyes to it.
"What's the big idea?" I asked. "Can't you ever follow instructions?"
"Shit," said Ralph. "My little cunny's not as big as a toothpick. I'll probably fuck straight through her."
"She might surprise you," I said.
"I have a better idea," said Ralph. "Why can't we screw together."
"Yeah," said Teddy. "That's a great idea. We can tumble through the panel as if we're fighting and then when we see them and go for them."
"You'd better not hurt them."
"Who's going to hurt anyone?" asked Ralph. "We'll give them a fuck or two that will make them wait with bated breath for our next appearance."
"Maybe that's a good idea," I admitted. "Now watch for their lights to go out. The first one in the dark is the first one who gets her pussy."
They returned to their peepholes. Presently Teddy came up to me and said, "Her lights are out and she's dressed in a green-colored nylon nightgown and her hair's down and she doesn't look too bad."
Ralph hurried over to Teddy's peephole and plastered his eyes to it. Then he came up to us and said, "Let's go in. She's got great, huge titties. Shit, how I want to suck on them"
I had arranged a little opening right by the peephole that I could push open and smoke would drift out of it and go into a hole that I had drilled in the panel.
As soon as this was done, I slid the panel open and Ralph and Teddy tumbled into Miss Dorothy Baker's room as though they had arrived in a puff of smoke.
Miss Baker sat up in her bed clutching the covers close to her titties. At first, her eyes widened, and she put her hand to her mouth.
Then, straightening her shoulders, she looked straight at Ralph and Teddy. I could tell that she felt the two hundred a week she was paying was well worth it.
CHAPTER THREE
As I looked sharply at Miss Baker, she seemed to smile as Teddy and Ralph approached her.
"Dear me, oh, good heavens!" squeaked Miss Baker softly, without any fear whatsoever.
My six-foot-four cousins, Ralph and Teddy, tumbled around on the floor like playful cubs. I knew they simply loved this kind of playacting while I am completely concerned about the money this kind of nonense would bring in.
The handsome boys were softly grunting and groaning as they pretended to land punches on each other. They were good at it and they could have fooled me if I hadn't known it was all a great act.
Teddy and Ralph and I had agreed that the pirates must not talk or the magic might be broken. They could grunt and groan and sigh and silently laugh or mouth words but they must not make an understandable sound. They were carrying out these rules with amazing self-discipline.
They had carried on in their rough pirate fashion for fully seven minutes when Miss Baker let out another little gasp.
"She wants to be fucked," I said to myself.
Ralph and Teddy stopped their pretended fighting and looked at her. She drew back into her pillow and drew the sheet up around her shoulders.
The boys stood with their hands on their hips for a minute and looked at her. They looked at her with what could be considered fury in their eyes. Then they turned to each other, pointed at her, shook hands and one went to each side of the bed.
They put their hands on the top sheet and almost tore it, yanking it off her and off the bed.
They looked at her, cringing against her big pillow. Then, they glanced at each other and sneered indicating her with their thumbs. It was quite a show.
Ralph took off his hat and threw it on the floor and then he put his hands on her sheer nightgown and felt it as if he were a crude pirate who had never felt anything so lovely.
Dorothy put out her hand and tried to remove his but at that he grabbed hold of her thigh through the material. She gave a little cry and drew back.
Teddy put out his hand and grabbed Dorothy's left titty through the nylon nightgown. She pushed her two hands against Teddy trying to loosen his, but he held on.
Teddy's hat fell off and rolled to the floor as he flipped onto the bed on her side while Ralph at the same instant flipped onto the bed at her other side.
This done, Teddy and Ralph began to pull Dorothy's sheer nightgown up over her head with a skill that showed that they had rehearsed the bit.
I stood there at the peephole shaking my head. My cousins were more than doing their part and not a word was coming from their lips.
Dorothy was squirming and trying to pull away but now with the strength and passion that I knew her slim body could have exerted.
Dorothy half turned from Ralph who grabbed her around the waist and began to kiss her shoulders and back.
Teddy thrust his legs between her thighs and used them as a wedge to separate hers. Then he put a finger in her pussy. She gave a littel squeal and bucked away from him. He looked up into Ralph's eyes and I knew he was indicating that this thin lady was indeed a cherry.
Teddy put an evil smile on his face and began to massage her clitty.
Dorothy bucked and wiggled and squirmed but Teddy held her right leg in a grip of his two legs while he rubbed the little cock.
Dorothy had been fighting off first Ralph and then Teddy and then Ralph again, but now she began to act excitedly and her hands went up over her head, and her legs began to move back and forth. She went into a jerking, screw lunge and Teddy and Ralph looked at each other.
They had probably agreed before they went into the room because Ralph brought his pecker out of the folds of his black-colored gaucho pants and swung up between Dorothy's legs while Teddy eased her onto her back. She was clawing at both of them but Teddy got off the bed and held her arms over her head.
Ralph hoisted her knees and then thrust his prick at her virgin cherry. There was a little strain on his face for a second, then he grinned as the head slipped throught the broken hymen and Dorothy let out a genuine scream.
I could see that Ralph was fucking in as far as he could get. The muscles on Dorothy's naked thigh began to ripple and to contract. Ralph pulled his cock almost out and Dorothy screamed again, then Ralph thrust in with all his might.
I could see blood dripping on the sheet as Ralph's body lifted Dorothy.
Suddenly Dorothy swung her legs about his waist and locked her ankles together behind him. She was fucking her cunt as hard as she could against his dong with her cunt lifted.
Teddy was leaning over the low top of the bed, licking her face and neck. Her head was thrown back as if in a convulsion and she was moaning and sighing with each of Ralph's gigantic prick thrusts.
I could see that Ralph was getting ready to crack his nuts. A great sigh went out of him as he shot his tremendous sperm load. She began to screw back and forth on Ralph as he had b een doing before he shot off. I saw her legs tighten around him and her arms pulled away from Teddy and encircled Ralph's neck.
He widened his half-closed eyes and looked at her. He smiled and began to fuck with her. Apparently Teddy was disappointed because he made some feeble efforts to separate them but they were locked in each other's embrace and it would have taken three or four men to separate them.
From my peephole I could see every twist of Dorothy's cunt muscles. I could see the twitching muscles in her belly tightening up in little lumps as she began to have another cum. This time she was enjoying it thoroughly. She began to nibble on Ralph's ears and as she shot her pussy juice, she let out a deep, horny moan and then a sigh, and his embrace broke and she fell away from my cousin who, also, was again filling up his little rubber sac with hot sperm juices.
It crossed my midn to feed my lady tenants with the Pill crushed up in it. It was a shame to deny the ladies the warmth and comfort of my cousin's sperm.
Dorothy was completely unconscious of the rubber that Ralph was wearing over his pecker because, after all, she had been a virgin and virgins aren't supposed to know much about such things as rubbers. Although most of them know plenty.
As Ralph fell away from Dorothy, Teddy gave him a push onto the floor and he mounted Dorothy who was lying like a limp rag completley uncaring about what went on, until Teddy's mammoth prick started to enter her somewhat sore fuckhole.
She gave a little shudder and tried to pull away but Teddy was no piker in these matters and he was in her pussy up to the hilt before she knew what had happened to her.
He began to fuck her fiercely and suddenly her knees pulled up and her legs went around him and she was lifting her pussy to his full fucking force.
I felt sorry for her because she must have been very hot in there and the boiling cum of my dear cousins was being caught in a little rubber rather than spreading like a pleasant lotion over her irritated and screaming cunny flesh.
Suddenly, Teddy withdrew his cock and yanked off his rubber and then inserted his prick up to the hilt again in her twitching twat.
If she couldn't see the difference, she seemed certainly to feel the bare dong. She clasped him to her both with legs and arms and fucked with him so that they came together at each screw lunge with a mighty bang and she quivered and trembled enjoying the thrills of her first fuck.
Then Dorothy began to cry and try to bite his face. He moved his face out of range of her teeth while he attended lustily to screwing her furiously. Finally, she gave a real shrill scream and fell away from him, but he pressed her cunt to him and I could see him hurriedly drop her as she gave a few more convulsive twitches like a dying swan.
Then Teddy got up off the bed, his prick hanging down like a little pink worm. He stooped down and shook Ralph and they went towards the panel.
I called in a loud whisper. "Ralph, your hats and that discarded condum."
They didn't give me any argument but immediately grabbed their hats and the sperm-filled rubber Teddy had removed.
I blew a puff of smoke out through the hole in the panel and slid it open. They popped in as if they had been resting all evening. But they weren't as full of vitality as they appeared because when I said, "How about the other woman?"
"What about her?" said Teddy leaning on a table for support in my suite. "Let's keep her for tomorrow night. These virgins tear your prick apart."
"If she gets pregnant after this little slip of yours, she just might tear the whole scheme apart."
"If she gets pregnant, at he age, she ought to shout about it from the housetops," Teddy laughed.
Ralph was sleeping soundly on the floor. Teddy rolled up his eys and fell asleep with his back to Ralph's on the floor.
I stood and looked at them. Were they made for this fucking business, I wondered.
At seven in the morning I shook them awake and said, 'I'll give you breakfast and then I want you to go on home before our women are u and around."
They certainly looked like a pair of tramps or hippies. There was some blood on Ralph's large trousers. I pointed to it and said, "Wash that off. You look terrible."
"If I were allowed to undress, this wouldn't happen," said Ralph looking down at his bloody pants.
"You know as well as I do that gremlins are always dressed," I declared.
"Who are you quoting?" asked Teddy.
"Well, you've never seen a ghost in the nude," I insisted.
"I've never seen a ghost at all," said Teddy. "Why not let us be original ghosts without clothing?"
"No, we can't do that. You must be dressed."
"Why?" Ralph was now asking questions.
"Because it proves you belonged to another time, about two hundred years ago."
"Why don't we just carry little signs hung around our neck that say we were gunned-down or hanged in such and such a year," asked Teddy.
I spoke firmly, "You will both wear costumes for these gremlin-adventures and if you don't like it that way, I'll have only Johnny do it when his face is healed."
"Oh fuck!"
"Oh, shit, what are you giving us for breakfast?"
I made them each a stack of waffles dripping in maple syrup, three scrambled eggs, five pieces of ham, a bowl of oatmeal and a big glass of orange juice.
"Not bad," said Teddy as he lifted his fork.
Ralph didn't bother to discuss the food, he just pitched right in. I sat back and drank black coffee and admired their lusty eating.
Ralph looked up after fifteen minutes and said, "You know, I'm rather anxious to get into that heavy, rich socialite."
Teddy looked up with maple syrup running from the corner of his mouth, "Why? Do you think she'll fuck as good as that thin, little sparrow last night?"
"I saw her naked through the peephole and she has a cute, heavy figure bke a little, roly-poly girl, maybe she's a virgin too."
"I think I should go first this time," said Teddy extending his tongue to lick up the sweet drips. "I haven't broken a cherry through since I raped that fourteen-year-old girl that used to follow me all over town." He filled his mouth with scrambled egg.
"Her parents didn't like that much," remembered Ralph.
"No, but when I told her mother that I'd have to tell about our fucking sessions in court that kind of cooled it."
"People are such cowards," smirked Ralph gulping the milk.
I was kind of on edge about this talk about virgins because it had been such a long time since I was a virgin I couldn't recall when I had ever been one, if I ever had.
Teddy made me want to hit him when he said to Ralph. "There's just nothing like getting your prick in an unplowed field, it's even worth taking any kind of chance for."
Ralph cast a glance at me just as though he knew I wouldn't care to hear such a thing but that didn't stop him. He said to Teddy, "It makes the gooseflesh go right up into my hair roots when I go through that luscious cherry."
I got up off my chair and glared at them. "It seems to me you enjoy fucking me plenty when you don't have a rich, fat lady or a little skinny head nurse."
"Hell," said Teddy rising and acting as if he would take me in his arms, "You know we love to fuck you the best, Suzy!"
"No matter how big your fuckhole gets," said Ralph.
"Fuckers! Eat your breakfast and get the hell out of here until tonight," I screamed.
"We want to go down to Long Island and he on the beach and get some sun," said Ralph. "Can we take your Mercedes?"
"We need to keep up our strength," said Teddy.
"No, take the Chevy," I snapped. "I need my car."
When they were gone, I went up the secret stairs and put my eye to the peephole into Miss Beverly Mitchell's room.
She was out of bed and standing quite naked in the middle of the floor. And, dammit, she had a voluptuously rounded body with mammoth titties under her fat wrinkled neck and face.
Well, I was glad her face wasn't very attractive but then my crazy brothers never looked higher than a woman's pussy anyway!
CHAPTER FOUR
After Teddy and Ralph had sneaked out of the mansion, having changed into regular clothes again, I went back to bed in my new suite. Sometimes I hated all of my cousins, they were so demanding and unappreciative and all they wanted from me was my cunt to fuck whenever they wanted to. But as time passed and my muscles and nerves relaxed, I realized that I really loved the big pricks and I was jealous of the women I was exposing them to! Virgins! Middle aged virgins! What a laugh! Of course, they would always love and want me.
I ate my breakfast and later I went out to the lobby to await the mail man.
Miss Baker came down the stairs to the lobby in a smart, black silk suit. It was too warm for this time of year but she really looked great in it and young. She was smiling as happy as a woman who had just been married.
I smiled back at her and asked her if the suite was satisfactory.
"Yes, I think I'm going to spend a lot of time here. The bed was very comfortable. Every thing was very pleasant."
I kept looking at her to see if I could see any difference from the way she looked yesterday. But if anything she looked lovlier, more reassured and happier than before.
As she turned to go out shopping she paused and asked, "The gremlins-ah-are they seen often?"
"Oh, I really don't know. I don't think they have a regular schedule, I've never seen them. Did you see any last night?"
"I'm not sure, I just might have. But, I'm very interested in psychic phenomenon."
I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing out loud or giving my game away.
She had just gone out to a taxi, when the door was opened by a wide-eyed woman in her early twenties. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and very high heels. Her lips were full and beautifully shaped.
I felt that the owner of a resort has the right to ask why a person is moving or hunting for a new place to live. In fact I'd better ask and with my gremlin program in mind, I thought I'd better ask.
She said, "Do you have a bachelor or single suite?"
"Yes. I have one that I can show you. Are you employed in this area?"
"Yes, I'm a typist in a typing pool at Andrews and McCloskey Law Associates, but I do free-lance modeling in New York on Saturdays and weekends."
"Then, you're quite busy?" I was guiding her up to the suite.
"Oh, yes, I'm very busy. If you're afraid I'll be entertaining a lot, don't worry. When I get home at night, I go straight to bed."
"That's not much fun!"
"I know, it's really quite boring, but what can you do?" Her eyes were inspecting the paint in the halls, the draperies on the windows, the rugs on the floor. She didn't miss much.
I showed her the freshly painted suite and she hesitated only a few seconds after I told her the price.
She said, "I have my own curtains, books and pictures and a few other things. I'll have a friend bring them up tonight."
"That's all right," I was writing her a receipt.
The she said, "And the gremlins. I hear there really are gremlins here. Is that true?"
"There might be," I admitted as I handed her the receipt. Her name was Mary Ellen Schneider. I don't think it could have been made-up because anyone would have more sense than that.
She folded the receipt and put it in her straw handbag. "I'm very interested in ESP and haunted houses and things like that."
"I suppose you and your boyfriend go to seances?" I asked not being able to restrain myself.
"Believe it or not, I don't have a boyfriend. I am so completely alone that the idea of gremlins seems more actual to me than reality."
"Would you mind telling me why you are leaving your present apartment?"
"Not at all. It's too noisy. It's a swinging building and ... well, I'm just not a swinger!"
"And so young!" I said. She smiled wistfully. I thought, even you can swing, Mary Ellen.
When the young girl left, I closed the door of my apartment after hanging a sign on it that I would he back later. Then I telephoned to Johnny.
"Hello, Johnny my sweet. How's the face?"
"It's getting better. My eyes look better."
"I'm so glad. We'll be able to use you here."
"Many women?"
"Some."
"Good. Do ya know what I've been doing?"
"No, what my fucking cousin?"
"I've been laying around doing a lot of thinking."
"Thinking? Oh, please don't strain your brain."
"I won't, but I had to try to remember why I got beat up for you."
"Oh, Johnny, it was because you wanted to prove your love for me!"
"Bullshit! Don't try to con me, Suzy. It was because you wanted to see if that Rory Stevens you bought the house off was a homosexual."
"Yes, that's right, lover boy!"
"I think you want to fuck him."
"Well, if you and the others get too busy with the pure virgins I'm providing you, don't you think I deserve a little happiness too?"
"Virgins! Now, you are trying a con job. I've never fucked a virgin, that I know!"
"My poor, loving cousin! You simply must heal that face quickly. How about putting ice-packs on it?"
"I can put heavy make-up on my eyes and a little glaze over my lip."
"Do you want to come tonight?"
"Yes. I have an erection on me so big I can hardly walk."
"Come over and I'll give you details. Teddy and Ralph are very good at being fucking gremlins and they can keep quiet while they are doing it."
"Keep quiet? What do you mean?"
"You are a spirit, understand?"
"And spirits don't talk?"
"They don't make a sound."
"I can be as quiet as a pussycat. Shall I come over?"
"Yes, but come to the back door and wear sunglasses."
Before my beautiful cousin arrived, I rented suite three-twenty-eight to Miss Meredith Jasper who was five foot eight, built like a broad-hipped man with mammoth titties and a deep voice.
"Yes, this is a nice suite. I hope it's nice and quiet."
"Very quiet," I assured her.
"There's gossip of hauntings in this mansion. Sure as hell hope I see one of your gremlins."
"Well, you just might. If you do, don't be frightened."
"Me frightened? I haven't been frightened for thirty-six years and that's how old I am."
I believed her.
She, also, was a nurse but somewhat different from Miss Baker.
Miss Jasper was moving in the front door of the building when Johnny tapped at the back door of my apartment.
I opened my door for him and could see that his lips hadn't healed as fast as we would have liked in spite of the glaze he had spread over it.
My poor, handsome cousin was almost bent over with the huge prick he was carrying in the front of his trousers. As soon as the back door was closed, he threw his arms around me and pressed me close to him. "For heaven's sake, Suzy. Help me!"
I guided him into my suite and made him lay on the bed while I undressed him. When he was lying there naked on my bed with his pecker standing straight up, my pussy twitched for him.
I wanted to save that monstrous hardon for the night for one of our lady guests but I knew he needed a fuck badly and that he could fuck again in the evening if he wanted to.
After having hung a sign on the door of my apartment that I would be back in a half hour, I went back to Johnny who was lying there gazing down at his throbbing cock. Quicker than you can take a breath, I stripped my clothes and jumped naked up on top of him.
As soon as I had seen his hard prick, I had begun to shoot pussy juices from my cunt. Now I was hot and moist. I spread my legs and knelt over his wagging spear.
He looked up panting and horny at me. "Don't keep me waiting, Suzy."
For an answer, I lowered myself on the huge dong and it slid in like a sharp knife going into soft butter. The glorious thrills of electricity going up from my ditty into my belly made me inhale sharply.
I felt my nerves and muscles convulsing in my asscheeks and in my back. I lowered my boobies against the blonde hair of his chest.
I began to lick his tender face and I saw that he was letting his beard grow. The hair was so fine I had not seen it in the dim light of my bedroom.
I pulled my cunt away from him a little then I sat smack on him with all my weight. He groaned and began screwing his hips up at me.
My cunny fucked him with a teasing rhythm. Time and time again I lifted my twat from his raging dong slightly and then sat on his cock violently. I leaned down again and said to him, "Johnny, give me a wild fuck, while none of the other boys are around."
He responded almost before the words were out of my mouth. He sat up, rolled me onto my back and was on top of me without withdrawing his boiling, wet cock.
Then he began to fuck me to the depths of my pussy and then pull. I tightened up my cunny muscles on his furiously fucking dong and he laughed and moaned. I pulled my knees up and locked my ankles behind his back so that my shithole was full against his divine sac with his hard, big nuts.
My breath came in painful gulps as if I were just coming up from five minutes under water. But I wasn't too conscious of my breath. I was conscious of my pussy and what my cousin was doing to it. I knew it was swelling and that I was fastened to him as though I had been sewed on.
He began to fuck around on the bed like an animal that has gone insane with lust. I clung around his neck with my arms becuase he was really giving me the fuck of my life.
His prick grew larger and larger in my cunny and I felt the tip of it in my uterus. The lips of my pussy were acting independent of me and sucking at his dick trying to make him shoot his cum.
I heard myself screaming as I screwed my twat on him. Then he came like a great geyser, gushing his boiling hot cum into me but his prick did not go limp.
Johnny fucked on and on and I didn't know whether I was cunning or gooing.
It seemed as if I had turned into a person consumed with live electricity. I felt the thrilling sensaiotns zooming out through my eyeballs.
Then my belly muscles began to contract until they seemed to be twisted until they could be twisted no fatther and then my whole insides came to a screaming peak and I let loose and jetted out my orgasm and my flooding water faucet that wouldn't shut off.
Johnny reciprocated and his scalding prick juices poured into my pussy. Then his pecker was outside of me and still squirting his cum juices on my body and my own body was seized with one convulsion after another.
"Stick your cockie in my pussy again, please," I cried.
His fuck-pole was still as rigid as a huge salomey in spite of all the fluids he had thrown. He thrust it in again and I enjoyed the same thrill that an innocent girl has at the hands of a master.
I clung to him for one final cum and as my body quivered and shook beyond my power to control it, I heard my doorbell ring.
Shit, I thought, they can raing the bell off all day into the night but I won't answer it, and I fell sound asleep.
Tow hours later I got up and bathed and dressed. I went out into my lobby and there sat the woman who had rung my bell some time ago. She wanted an apartment and it wasn't hard renting her one.
She was Miss Georgia Henderson, a twenty-eight year old widow who had, she told me, more faith in spirits than she had in humans.
She questioned me closely about the gremlins who roamed my mansion between each of her journeys up to her apartment with her bags, boxes, blankets, pillows and suitcases. "I've seen a spirit or two," she said, crinkling her lovely skin into a smile.
Her brown hair was cut close to her face in an unbecoming style. It was dry, unshiny and, I surmised, dyed to cover gray.
I thought I would see what she was hunting for so I said, "These spirits are supposed to be rapists."
Her penciled eyebrows went up and she gave me another plastic smile, "How wowish!" She blinked and then added, "I can hardly wait!"
I thought, well, a little of my cousins' prick juices might help what ails you and I don't think they'll need to wear condums with you.
When she was contendedly settled in her suite, I went back to peek at Johnny.
He was sleeping peacefully and his hp seemed to have improved in the last couple of hours. I remembered what an old woman had told me once when I was in my teens, fucking will often hasten healing. Well, hurray for fucking, I thought, and bent down to kiss my cousin's mouth.
He stirred and opened his eyes.
"Johnny," I said. "Do you want to take care of a slender, unhappy widow tonight?"
He blinked and raised himself on one elbow. He said, "As long as it's pussy, I'm available every minute of the day or night."
"But I'll need a lot of food to replace all that cum you made me shoot into you."
I gave him a push back onto the bed but I went out to my kitchen to whip up some ham and eggs, cereal, home fries, baked apple and jello for the dear boy.
Miss Mitchell looked so depressed when she came in and started for her suite that I decided right there and then that the boys would fuck her that very night.
When Ralph and Teddy came into my apartment after dark, it was easy to see that they had spent their day down on the sands of the ocean at Jones Beach. They were both tanned and Teddy was slightly burned.
Johnny was asleep in my bed and I didn't waken him because I thought two of my cousins would be enough for Miss Mitchell.
I yelled at Teddy, "You could be careful of that skin of yours. You know gremlins don't get sunburned."
"How should I know that?" grinned Teddy with his arms folded over his chest. "Suzy, you never told me and I'm just not too bright."
"You lazy fucker," I said fondly. "You are just too lazy to open a book."
"But not my fly. And do I fuck!"
"Yes, I must admit you work hard at your particular talent."
Johnny woke up and when I set the table, all three sat down with me and ate my delicious food.
At the end of the meal they leaned back in their chairs and pounded their chests like some big bull apes.
I explained that Teddy and Ralph would take on Miss Mitchell and treat her very nicely and firmly and that I thought Teddy should have first fuck this time because Ralph had been first to get pussy last night.
"That sounds right," said Teddy, feeling his prick through his trousers.
The argument settled for the time being, Teddy and Ralph got into their pirate costumes.
While they were dressing, Johnny turned to me and said, "What about the widow? Do I get to fuck her tonight?"
"Yes, and be very gentle with her. She's unhappy and believes more in ghosts than in men."
"Imagine that!" said Johnny, making a clicking sound in his mouth. He was filing his fingernails straight across because I had insisted he do this rather than file them to points. Also, I had ordered him not to polish them.
"It shouldn't make any difference whether I polish my fingernails or not," he complained bitterly. "You don't know what kind of nails gremlins have, Suzy."
"Well, yours are not to be red or you can't play our fuck game."
"Shit! And it's my favorite game." He laid down the file and grinned at me. Sometimes I think my cousins are idiots, but not often.
When Miss Mitchell had dressed herself in her pretty blue short bikini pajamas, I told Johnny he and I would take peepholes. Johnny could fuck Miss Georgia Henderson, who was a tall, unhappy widow.
"Who are you going to watch?" asked Johnny who was always proud of himself and in a childish way liked an audience.
"I'm going to watch Teddy and Ralph first and so are you. You will see that they don't make a sound except once in a while they grunt."
"Just like real spirits," said Teddy grinning. "When do we begin?"
"Just as soon as I see that Miss Mitchell is undressed and in bed."
"After that little skinny chickie last night, this one better be good," said Ralph feeling his prick.
"You're to be kind and careful with her," I insisted again.
"Don't worry," said Teddy. "Kindliness is my middle name."
I went up the secret stairs twice before I saw that our little rich socialite was in bed. I was shocked to see that this time she had crawled in between her sheets naked, as if waiting for the spirits to visit her.
I wondered if she knew that real men would be coming into her room. But I put that thought aside as unworthy of her.
Johnny was at my shoulder as I released some smoke into her room. The panel slid back noiselessly and Ralph and Teddy tumbled into the room fighting and clawing at each other.
Miss Mitchell leaned forward in her bed to get a better look at them, hi the shadows her face looked twenty years younger.
Ralph and Teddy paused just a second to look at her then they put on a terrific show for her. She was so excited that she threw the bedcovers from her as she watched them clawing and pushing at each other.
When they glanced at her again and saw her in her total nakedness, they sprang apart and stood up. They were wearing the clothing they had worn the night before and I could see Ralph's prick trying to get out of his old wide trousers.
But Teddy remembered he was first and he sprang towards the bed. Instead of lying down, he grabbed her by her wrists and pulled her out so she was standing on the floor.
She had a cute, round, white body. She wasn't over five feet four inches tall and a size twelve. She looked young and eager to be fucked.
Teddy lifted her up putting his hands under her arms and looked her nude body over. She struggled a little but anyone could see she wanted to get screwed-and badly.
Teddy held Beverly Mitchell's wrists with one hand and dropped his pants with the other. He was naked from the waist down, except for his socks for he had not worn boots.
He sat down on an armless chair and drew her towards him. Then he flipped her around so that her back was towards him.
His prick was standing straight up and throbbing for all of us to see. He lifted her again with his hands under her arms and whether she was paralyzed with fright, or waiting for that wonderful sensation, she did not struggle.
He eased her onto his hard cock shaft and while Ralph watched, it went up into her twathole.
Then she did let out a scream and attempted to pull loose but Teddy put his arms about her waist and held on.
Ralph came towards them and knelt down before them. He pulled Beverly Mitchell's legs as far apart as they would go and then he began to suck on her huge boobies, first one and then the other.
Her fat-encased hands went out clawing at Teddy's strong fingers but she could not loosen them. Then she tried to push Ralph's head away from her.
It was then I saw the blood trickling down under Teddy's legs onto the floor.
Teddy seemed to have felt it and he glanced down. When he saw it, he made a face and looked angrily at Ralph. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking until I saw his legs draw up and his feet braced against Ralph give a great shove and Ralph let go of Miss Mitchell and flopped over backwards.
Ralph sat where he had landed in stunned surprise and watched as Teddy began to kiss Miss Mitchell's neck.
Then Teddy, all the time fucking her delicately so that even I could see that Miss Mitchell was winding up began to stretch his neck and kiss her cheeks.
She responded by twisting her neck from her forward position and meeting his lips with hers. She had a short, heavy neck.
At this I could almost see huge sparks fly from their contact. She moaned a little and then kissed him again. He moaned a little and then heaved his prick deeply into her as she pressed down on him. Then they pulled apart just enough so that there was a tiny space between their bodies.
Then, bang! They socked it to each other pawing and petting each other's naked bodies. I couldn't hear Teddy say anything but I heard her say, "Heavenly spirit!" Over and over again!
Suddenly they both started to tense up and her nails were in the skin of his arms and Teddy was biting the flesh on her neck. She was pressing to his body as hard as she could and he was clasping her and pulling his knees up between her widely opened legs.
Then she yelled, "Oooh!" and a piercing scream came from her that shook the room. I guess it was the first time she had ever had an orgasm.
Teddy stood up and pulled his prick out of her and I could see his cum and bloody pecker was completely limp. She leaned against him as if she was going to fall. He lifted her up like a doll and put her on her bed. As he bent over her, I could see his huge prick coming hard again. He looked up in time to see Ralph getting to his feet.
Teddy left the bed and confronted Ralph. He doubled his fists as if he were going to give Ralph a punch in the nose. Ralph backed off towards the panel.
I asked myself what was going on with my crazy cousins. Then I let loose some smoke through the little hole, slid back the panel and let Ralph come into the secret staircase landing.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"You explain it to me, Teddy acted crazy."
"I can't explain, unless, is it possible? Could Teddy have fallen in love with Beverly Mitchell?"
Ralph gave me a fierce kiss. Then he doubled up and began to laugh. I was afraid he would be heard in the apartment so I put my hand over his mouth and hissed, "Knock it off, Ralph. Let's see what they are doing."
We hurriedly put our eyes to the peepholes.
Teddy was now on top of Miss Mitchell who was lying on her back. Her legs were spread and he was inserting his rigid, mammoth cock. She was lifting her lips towards his face in a very girlish and pathetic way.
When he had the head of his prick in her twat she began to screw her hips up to meet him. He lowered his dong carefully until it was completely in and I could not see how a huge prick like that could disappear into a tight, size-twelve body like hers unless it went right up into her mouth.
She curled up around him and her legs embraced him like some huge vine. Her arms were tightly around his neck. Now her lips were sucking his lips and I heard moans coming out of him in spite of all I had said.
Then he began to fuck her around the bed as though he was trying to get loose from her but he was clasping her back so tightly I was afraid he would break her in two.
He began to kiss her back and then she was licking his face. He was screwing in and out of her cunny and every time he fucked in she cried out.
Finally, I could see from where I stood, their sex organs screwing so hard that knots appeared in their thighs and bellies.
He gave a mightly lunge with his cock and then they shrieked out their passion and slowly fell apart.
They lay with their legs still entwined and their eyes closed. Then both Teddy and Miss Mitchell opened their eyes at the same time and gave each other such endearing looks of love that I had never seen anything like it before.
I pulled away from the peephole and bit my lips.
But Ralph kept watching. Then he patted me on the arm and said, "Blow out some smoke. Teddy is getting ready to come in through the panel."
I looked and saw him standing by the bed bending down towards her with that look of love in his eyes.
Let's face it, my cousins are no great wits and Teddy was using the spirit bit to cover his lack of conversation skill. He wasn't saying a thing but he was throwing kisses at Miss Mitchell and making kissing motions with his lips as he backed off toward the panel.
Under cover of the smoke, I slid the panel open and he came in whiel Miss Mitchell watched in open-eyed wonder and dismay.
When we were back downstairs in my safe suite, Teddy said, "Shit, I wanted to tell that precious baby that I'll be back."
"Not right away," I snapped. "I hope to have a whole houseful of females for you and your brothers to fuck and suck before you return to Miss Mitchell."
"Fuck it!" said Teddy, taking off his hat and throwing it onto the floor, "I love that beautiful twat. Shit, I've never fucked anything like that twat before in my life. And did you see the blood when I broke her cherry?"
"There will be other virgins," I promised.
"I don't want other virgins," he pouted. "I want that fleshy Mitchell cunt."
"Teddy," I said patiently. "Sit down and I'll explain things to you."
Teddy didn't sit down but glowered down at me and at Ralph who was sitting down. "I'm not going to listen to any of your dumb explanations. I've found the woman I" want. I'm not going to fuck anyone else. I'm going to fuck her every night and then I'm going to marry her."
"You can't," said Ralph. "You'll blow this whole show all to bits. We've got a good thing here if we all act sensible."
"You can act as sensible as you want," said Teddy, "but I'm in love and that's the only thing that makes sense to me."
"Then at least listen to me for a little bit," I said. He sat down very unwillingly.
"You can hardly read, Teddy. You have no skills to keep a job."
"Job? What do you mean."
"If you get married, you'll have to get a job."
"Why?"
"A wife should be supported."
"Why can't she support me?"
"Teddy, you haven't even talked to her yet."
"I've fucked her."
"Yes, but maybe she wouldn't consider you as a husband. Maybe she just likes to get her fucking from you."
"Yeah," said Ralph, "maybe she just considers you a gremlin from the past."
"I'll tell her I'm not," said Teddy.
"Teddy," I said. "Face it. Your only talent is fucking. Stick to it."
"Your're trying to make me into a whore," said Teddy and I thought he was going to break down and bawl.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day, my cousins got the word. They were going to be brought into court again for paternity suits so they took off for Canada.
I expected a very boring few weeks with my cousins gone from town and I guess I looked just like I felt. While I was out in the lobby checking the mail left on the lobby table, Miss Beverly Mitchell came down the stairs and approached me.
I felt sure she was going to give her notice because nothing seemed to be going right.
She gave me a sweet, puckerish smile and asked, "Do you really have spirits in this old mansion?"
"I'm not really sure, Miss Mitchell. I hope you haven't been having any trouble, you haven't been haunted have you?"
"Oh, my no, you have the most wonderful place here. I really consider it my permanent home."
"You do already?"
"Yes," Miss Mitchell said. "Isn't it odd how some homes take over your heart strings?"
"Indeed it is, by the way was your sleep interrupted last night?"
"No, I told you I wasn't. By the way do you know how often the spirits appear?"
"I'm not even sure we have spirits here."
"Oh, I think I've seen some and they were quite, well, interesting."
"Perhaps you'd like to take pictures?" I suggested out of pure hatred for myself.
"Do you think it could be done?" she asked enthusiastically.
"You might set up some equipment for picture taking, of course, that might scare the spirits away if there are any ... but I wouldn't know."
"I'd like to do that," she said thoughtfully, "but I certainly wouldn't want to scare those delightful gremlins off."
"Well, you do what you wish," I said to her but to myself I muttered, "Delightful gremlins, ha!"
Miss Mitchell had just gone up to her suite when Miss Baker appeared. She took her mail from her post box and turned to me a shining face.
I could tell from her expression that she still was in the sweet sex euphoria from her fucking two nights ago. She said, "You have the most wonderful arrangement here."
"I'm glad you like it."
"You do have spirits here, don't you?"
"If we do, I'm sure they are gentle ghosts," I said quietly.
"Absolutely, gentle," she smirked. "I'm sure I've seen a couple and they were absolutely endearing."
"Endearing," I repeated as she returned towards her apartment.
"Well, so far so good," I said to myself aloud.
"Well, what's so good" I hadn't seen Miss Meredith Jasper come down the stairs. She was two inches taller than my five foot six and built like a man.
"We hope everything is okay," I said smiling. "Do you like your apartment or is there anything I can do for you?"
She looked me over from my head to my feet and then she, too, smirked but it was quite different from Miss Baker's smirk.
"You just might do something really important for me," she said sidling up to me, then added, "Darling."
I was so occupied with my worries that I didn't get the message immediately. When I did my head jerked up and I looked at her grinning face.
I was certainly glad that I hadn't turned my cousins loose on her.
"Your place or mine?" I said. I had never had any lesbian experience before but what is living if it isn't trying new experiences. Moreover, with my cousins all in Canada, I wasn't likely to get the fucking care that I was used to.
"Up in my suite," she said.
"When?"
"Now," and she put her ham-hock hands on my shoulders, turned me around as if I were a doll, then she gently pushed me up the stairs.
When we were in her suite, I saw that she had fixed it up like a man's home. On the wall were pictures of dogs, men in fishing clothes, guns, autos and race cars.
She had brought up from where she had lived before, a great, maroon leather chair. Beside the chair was a table on which were bottles of whiskey, wines and liqueurs.
She smiled at me as I looked around her apartment and it was as if a man were smiling because she had such a rugged, square face.
"Come into the bedroom," she said. And then she paused. "No, wait. I'll make you a drink."
She poured some coke into a tall glass then added a shot glass of bourbon. She thrust it at me and said, "Bottoms up!"
I took two sips. She had made it so strong, I couldn't drink it.
"Go ahead, drink it down," she insisted.
"No, that's enough. I can get along without it."
She took the glass from me and then put her arms around me and drew me close to her.
"You have a beautiful figure," she said then buried her face in my neck and kissed it.
She looked up at my face with hot, lust-filled eyes and asked, "Are you married?"
"No."
"I mean do you have a mate?"
"No," I wasn't going to tell her about my cousins or anyone else.
Then she kissed me on the lips and ran her hand down over my sides to my asscheeks.
I didn't expect any thrill at all from this but I found the heat from her passion was beginning to make my pussy hot.
I opened my mouth a little and she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth while her hand slid over my titties and began very gently to massage them.
She was more gentle than my wild cousins I admitted to myself. I felt the nipples of my boobies becoming hard and erect.
She unzipped my dress which had a zipper in the back and eased it onto the floor while she held me against her. Next went my bra. She held me against her more firmly than a man and then she began to suck my nipples, first one and then the other.
I didn't even like her but I felt a curling of my flesh around my belly button as my body burned for a closer contact.
As I placed both of my hands on her shoulders she pushed my pantyhose from my asscheeks and they fell to the floor.
Now, her big hands were caressing my bare asscheeks. She ran one hand around and played with my pussy hairs. She ran her finger up my cunny and drew it away smiling. "You're soaking wet already, honey."
I answered her by kissing her neck.
She answered that by propelling me towards her bed in the next room. It was covered with a spread made of imitation tiger skin. The pillows were covered with very fine leather.
She flopped me down on this manly covering and fell on top of me. She kissed my titties again very tenderly and then started biting them violently. I was afraid she would bring blood and I pushed her away gently.
She let loose of my knockers and got up and stood by the bed. She looked down at me while she removed her dress, bra and pantyhose. Her titties were mammoth and firm.
She asked, "Have you ever fucked a dildo?"
I wasn't sure what that Was although I once heard George tell Richard he didn't have a hot, vibrating prick only a toy imitation cock. "No," I said to Meredith feeling sure I would soon find out what it was.
Meredith went to a dresser drawer and took out a beautiful mahogany box trimmed with silver. She set the box on the dresser and opened it.
From it she took a large, purple rubber, erect prick attached to a fine silk belt. The other end of the cock was equipped with another cock.
"This goes into me," she said holding up the apparatus and pointing to a second pecker. "I strap it on, push the second cock into my pussy and give you a fucking with the first prick."
She grinned and held it towards me. "Feel it." I felt it and was astonished to find that it felt exactly like a human prick. The outer skin of it even moved back and forth like a real one.
"Made in Germany and the finest one that can be bought. Much more satisfactory than a real pecker too, because it shoots off exactly when we want it to and it doesn't have semen."
"Shoots off?" I asked not understanding.
"Of course, wait 'til I fill it and you'll see."
She took a long, brown bottle from the mahogany box, unscrewed a cap and held the top against a tiny hold which she had unplugged in the center of the fake prick.
"There we are." She replugged the pecker with its tiny plastic cork and recapped the bottle.
She let me examine the dildo again while she held it. She squeezed what looked like a sac of balls that hung down between the two pricks. A tiny bit of juice came out of both pricks through little holes in the ends.
"Now, that's for imitation sperm," she explained. "When our cunts are all hot and horny inside and have had an orgasm, I can touch a little button here," she pointed to the top, "that will shoot a half cup of soothing lotion into each of us. It will be like putting salve on a burn."
I nodded completely speechless with admiration for German ingenuity.
I watched her as she pushed the second prick into her pussy and pushed it until the little plastic triangle on which it was mounted was flat against her cunt. She fastened the silk belt and looked very much like a lusty young man with his pecker hanging out.
Her crisp, blonde hair was cunt short like a man's and this added to the illusion of her looking like a man except for her huge titties.
She came and lay down beside me on the bed. I wanted to feel this dildo in me so badly that I spread my legs.
She began to suck me with her long, pink tongue on the belly and then around the belly button. I felt the beautiful twat contractions that I thought only possible while waiting for a man to stick his dick in me.
But here I was with my clitty getting hotter and hotter and my fuckhole more boiling and twitching by the minute.
Finally, I could stand it no longer. I said, "Why don't you stick that fake prick in my pussy, Meredith."
"Do you want me to fuck you that badly?" sha asked.
How does one say, "No, but I want that hard, dummy prick in my pussy so I can have an orgasm." One doesn't say that even to a Lesbian so I didn't say that. I simply said, "Yes."
She got on top of me with her hard, large titties against my softer, full watermelons. She put her arm around me with the strength of a man and she lifted the imitation prick to my cunt opening and thrust it way up inside.
I felt it going in separating the walls of my pussy but I couldn't arouse the sense of pleasure that a real prick gave me.
The make up of this rubber dick caused it to warm up immediately from my own body heat but still it lacked the intimacy of the cock that hung down on a man with balls attached.
Meredith fucked in and out of me and before it had entered me, I was aroused and ready to cum but now I felt some reluctance to surrender myself to a prick that couldn't talk back to me.
However, my horny, twitching body took over and I felt myself cuming to a climax but there was no pussy-shattering pleasure in it. I felt the quivers of my twat flesh as each muscle and nerve screwed up to its breaking point and then shot out my gobby cum I felt the splendid orgasm relief as every muscle relaxed.
But this experience didn't teach me that a dummy cock attached to a woman was as good as a Man's prick. It wasn't. Even a gremlin was better.
As my huge climax flooded over me I folded Meredith with my legs in an embrace. She kissed me on the lips and I tried to respond.
I could see that she had her cum by the way she sighed and moaned. She reached down and touched the little button that released the soothing lotion into us. It felt very silly over the whole ritual, indeed. I would much rather have had fresh, hot sperm shooting into me.
She pulled the long, .skillfully-made imitation pecker out of me and lay down beside me with her face in the pillow. She was completely satisfied and drowsy from her cum.
I was annoyed and jittery. I couldn't close my eyes and I was wondering if I had made a great mistake for the sake of experience.
I lay there biting my lips and wondering how I was going to get out of this mess.
Then I raised up on my elbow and looked across the room to a shadow I had seen moving. At first I thought that one of my cousins had disobeyed me and had returned from Canada without my permission.
Then goose pimples broke out on my skin as I realized that I was looking at a real ghost! But while I looked it became solid and I was looking at a gorgeous man with blue eyes who I would have liked to give me a glorious exciting fuck.
Was he a gremlin?
I wasn't sure.
He approached the bed and stood on Meredith's side looking down at me over her voluptuous naked body.
"Wasn't much fun being fucked by her, was it?" he asked.
"Now as good as you could do, I'm sure," I whispered back.
"Now, you're worried about the position you're in."
"Yes."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it. I'll make her into a woman. Get dressed and go to your own apartment."
I climbed out of bed and dressed thinking that I would watch through the peephole to see how he made Meredith into a woman.
He said into my ear, "If you watch me through the peephole, I won't get you loose from darling and she'll call you her darling from now on out."
"I won't watch," I promised, wondering how I could break the promise.
"You won't watch," he said, "or I won't change her."
"All right," I said, wondering whether he was going to fuck her or scare her into being a woman.
CHAPTER SIX
Safely back down in my suite again, I couldn't belive what I'd seen, an actual spirit! My mansion was really haunted! And all the time I'd been pretending with my cousins acting as fucking ghosts, there really was one in this old house! And he fucked too apparently! It was all true!
I walked back and forth and in circles for the next two hours until I was so sleepy that I couldn't stand up.
I was hoping the gremlin would come and see me after his session with Meredith but he didn't show.
Finally I sat down on the floor hoping that this would make my ghostly apparatus appear but it did not.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
It waS three days later before I caught him lurking in my clothes closet. "It is you, isn't it?" I said half-fearfully because it just might have been a prowler.
"It's I," he said and materialized from between a silk print and a cotton sheath.
"You use good language for a spirit," I remarked as he became normal.
"I learned for the sole purpose of becoming a star."
"Too bad it panned out so badly, you didn't even tell me your name."
"It was Jeremy Waters at least that was my stage name, until my director decided to murder me.
"How did the man get out of the murder charge?"
"They never charged him." His bright blue eyes were looking down into mine.
"That doesn't seem quite right."
"Well, you see, my body was never found. The papers had it that I just wandered off somewhere and gave up New York without a backward glance."
"Was that like you?"
He was very close to me and I could feel the warmth of his ghostly body. I placed my hand on his chest as he answered, "Well, yes, I had a habit of disappearing for a week or two just to get people stirred up."
"A case of crying wolf?"
"I'm afraid so, yes."
"Where is your body?"
"What's left of it is down in your basement seven feet under the cement floor."
"Oh, you poor boy."
He shook his head. "My spirit is prettier than my body, now."
"Were you as handsome when you were alive?"
He kissed my neck and said, "Yes, I have a rather nice looking son too but he has his mother's hair and nose."
"Oh, were you married?"
He was now hugging me with wonderfully tender male arms. "Dear beauty, of course not. When I shot my sperm off that last, the very last time, I left my leading lady a momento of our fuck session."
"You'd think a person that sophisticated would have had an abortion.
"She would have but when she went to the doctor he told her that it might cost her life and, of course, she wouldn't consider it then. She had had a dozen abortions and the one on my son was just the one she couldn't have."
"What did her husband, your director do?"
"She convinced him the baby was his." He kissed me on the mouth which broke up the conversation for a few minutes.
"I suppose he's an actor now?"
"No, he's a small time real estate dealer, not much of anything, but he thinks he's really doing great, he's just as cocky as if he were great."
"Maybe he likes to sell houses."
"Could anything be sillier?"
"Oh, I don't know! If you need a house, a realtor is handy to have around."
He loosened my skirt and it fell to the floor then he unbuttoned my blouse and dropped it to the floor. An idea crossed my mind and I asked. "What was your leading lady's maiden name?"
He had removed my bra abd he answered, "What a silly useless question. It was Letitia Kimberly and she didn't get very far after my death."
"I never heard of her."
"Of course not," He and I were both naked and he was guiding me to an armless rocker. "Let's fuck this way. I saw you straddle your cousin once. It looks fun."
He sat down with his prick erect. He drew me down on top of it with my back to his face.
I had the sensation his prick was too big to be real. It gave me a wonderful feeling of pain and pleasure as it went up . ... up ... up into my cunthole and then it began to grow larger.
As it increased in size and began to press the walls of my belly, I had the sensation that all my organs were being squeezed and that the cunt juice was cuming out of them before we even started screwing. I was wondering if I had cum without knowing it the my body answered my question.
I began to jerk and gasp. I felt knots twisting up in the walls of my cunny and as they twisted to their very tightest, thrills ran up my body towards my face and neck.
"You're wonderful," I cried.
"You're wonderful, too," he furiously fucked me and gave me deeper thrills of his huge hotness.
"Can't I turn around and embrace you?"
"No, I wouldn't advise it."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to be strangled."
"You can't be strangled because you're already dead."
"Do you really think so?" With this question his prick grew so large in my twat that my belly actually looked larger.
"I'm going to have a baby!" I cried looking down.
"No, that's one thing I can't do for you." His fingers were caressing my nipples which turned into little hard nuts under his fingers. A red hot network spread out from the nipples and into my titties.
"If you'd let me turn around, you could suck my nipples," I pleaded.
"No, I'm not hungry."
"Do you get thrills from fucking?"
"I like it very much, it's very satisfying."
"What did you do with Meredith Jasper? She hasn't tried to use her false prick on me, and, in fact, she avoids me."
"I fucked her until she came, again and again. Then I kissed her and told her I loved her."
"How could you!" I cried trying to pull loose but he held me.
"How couldn't I? I love all girls I fuck. A spirit must be loving."
He began nicking back and forth in me so swiftly and wildly that I couldn't talk any more and I felt my pussy juices coming down and then his. His prick kept getting smaller but I kept jerking and having orgasms as if a switch had been pulled and I couldn't stop myself.
I must have lost consciousness after the sixth or seventh orgasm because when I became fully aware again, I was lying on my bed and he was on top of me with his prick in my cunt again.
"I like to fuck this way," I said embracing him.
I put my arms around his neck and drew him to me saying, "Jeremy! I like the name Jeremy. It always reminds me of knights and prancing steeds."
"Shall I prance a little?" he asked and proceeded to do so without any encouragement.
I felt the fiery waves of passion flowing over me and again I had a tremendous orgasm that shook me to my toes.
He lay against me after he had withdrawn his huge cock and looked down into my face as if he loved me. I had heard him say that he told Meredith that he loved her and now he was loving me with his eyes and it made no difference to me. I was enjoying it and feeling beautiful and adored.
"You are very like the kings and princes of the knights of old who had many women and made them all love them."
"Yes, but you forget, they had to do something, too, they had to fuck all of them.
Neither fucking nor love is a one way street."
"You must have been quite a man when you were alive," I said.
He raised himself onto his elbow. "No, to be quite honest with you I've learned a lot since I was murdered. I wasn't a very nice person when I was young."
I put my arms about ins neck and pulled him to me so that he was resting with his face against mine on the pillow. "How were you not pleasant?" I asked.
"I was terribly vain and selfish."
"Aren't all young people?"
"Not really. Such characteristics have really very little to do with age. An older man or woman can be very vain and selfish."
"What made you change?"
He kissed me on the lips and said, "Oh, I wandered around this house and saw my son born. I saw her husband at first reject him and then get to like him."
"And that changed you?"
"No, not really. There were other things that happened."
"Like what?"
"Well, her old mother knew the boy wasn't her husband's son so she gave the child extra affection, and the boy knew. As he grew up I could tell how he felt by the way he reacted to stories of men raping girls and leaving them."
"He didn't like it?"
"No, he didn't. He developed a morality all of his own."
"Maybe his grandmother taught him?"
"No, she was a really very hard-bitten old shrew and had no more morals than her daughter or son-in-law or I. She had one standard-it was financial success."
"And the boy was different?"
"He still is different."
"You mean he won't have anything to do with sex or pretty girls?"
"No, I don't mean that at all. But he seems to know instinctively about things that I never understood. I've watched him and learned."
"I don't quite know what you're talking about."
"Small wonder. Most people wouldn't even listen until I say I'm talking about love."
"You mean that you love every woman you fuck?"
"Something like that, but my son loves them without fucking, in fact, he doesn't."
"You mean he's never fucked! He must be almost thirty years old. What kind of man is he?"
"No, you see, you don't understand. He's no virgin, but, well, I don't think you're quite ready to know what I'm talking about."
"I'm quite sure I don't and I don't think you do either," I said and smiled.
"Oh, yes, I do but I don't have the words for it." And right there while my arms were around his shoulders, his flesh began to soften up and melt away so that in less than two seconds he had completely disappeared.
"Jeremy! Jeremy!" I cried. "I like you! I like you very much! I kind of love you. Come back."
"Not now," I heard. Then, there was silence.
I rolled over on my bed and thought I had no material evidence that Jeremy had been there at all, except that there were several wet spots on my sheet.
For some reason my mind kept going to Rory Stevens, the handsome real estate man who had sold me this house. I guess it was because his sexual self discipline seemed somewhat similar to Jeremy's son. I guess there were men in this town who weren't on the eternal prowl looking for a cunt to fuck but my cousins had taught me to think of such men as homosexuals.
I know one thing my cousins had taught me that was true, men will do things for a fuck they won't do for a dollar. Even a spirit will! Jeremy had told me that the police were investigating the possibility of my cousins being mixed up in a young girl's death. She had only been fifteen and was in the middle of a fuck session when she had died of a heart attack from the excitement.
Then as I lay there on my bed, I wondered how true Jeremy's tip to me had been. Not very true I guessed.
I fell asleep but I was awakened by the front doorbell.
Having thrown a robe over my bare body, I rushed to the front door and answered it.
There were two of the handsomest men I've seen in a long time standing there in uniform.
"May we speak to you a minute, Miss Merriweather?"
"Won't you come in?" I asked trembling a little and holding the door aside for them.
Inside my well-appointed suite, I asked if they wouldn't sit down. "No, Ma'm," said the handsome red-head, "this will only take a minute." He had a notebook and pencil in his hand.
"Yes?" I asked trembling still more inside and almost angry that I was going to have to lie to such good-looking cops.
"Will you give us the addresses of your cousins?"
"Oh, they left for Canada some time ago. I haven't heard from them."
"What are they doing in Canada?"
I fished frantically in my mind for an explanation that would have truth in it or at least sound that way. I was glad I read newspapers and magazines because otherwise I would not be able to lie so easily.
I looked into those handsome eyes and hating myself for doing it, I lied like a true member of the Merriweather family, "They're working on a fishing boat out of Nova Scotia, I think."
The red-head made notes then said, "Why would a fishing company have to import fishermen from the United States? Seems to me there are plenty of Canadians that can do thejob just as well."
"I don't know," I said trying to look helpless. "I'm pretty sure that's what my cousins said."
"Are they all together?"
"Yes, I think they are. They usually stay together."
"Lots of close family feeling?" asked the black-haired cop.
"Yes," I said looking into his wonderful, big, dark eyes.
"If you hear from them, let us know," said the red-head, snapping his notebook closed.
"Are they in trouble?" I asked and some tears actually gathered in my eyes.
"Probably not," he said and smiled at me.
When they left a little while later I collapsed into a chair and wished New York policemen weren't so handsome.
My pussy was hot and twitching and flooding with cunny-honey. I had wanted both of them to fuck me, but didn't dare approach the subject without some sign from them. But, none was forthcoming.
They went about their official duties without once making a pass at me, damn it!
CHAPTER SEVEN
I fell into a troubled sleep and it only seemed as if a few minutes had passed when I was awakened by loud hangings on my door. It was only seven o'clock in the morning and Dorothy Baker and Beverly Mitchell were getting me up.
They actually came to my suite to ask me when the gremlins would be seen again. They came together and I asked them to sit down and have some coffee with me.
"I really don't know what you mean, Miss Baker," I said. "I've heard there were gremlins in this house but I've never seen any."
Miss Baker said, "I can assure you, Miss Merriweather, that I have seen spirits here, very real ones too."
Miss Mitchell nodded. She certainly didn't look as old as she had when she rented the apartment from me. My cousins were very good medicine.
"Yes, I've seen two spirits," she said. "Very playful characters in old pirate's clothes."
"Yes, yes," said Miss Mitchell. "That's what I saw too. But I haven't seen them lately and I'd just love to. I wasn't a bit frightened. I always thought I would be frightened crazy if I ever saw something supernatural, but I wasn't. I wasn't a bit afraid."
"I'm glad the spirits were friendly and didn't terrify you," I said watching her every movement very carefully. I decided that I wasn't the only one who could lie without showing it.
"I really feel slightly deserted," said Miss Mitchell.
"How did the spirits enter you room?" I asked trying to convey the idea that I didn't quite believe all she was telling me.
Miss Mitchell said, "They came in a cloud of smoke. Then the ectoplasm took shape and there they were. I was so surprised."
"I think they came into my room in a cloud of smoke, too," said Miss Baker. "And one of the, a tall man with red hair, like yours, Miss Merriweather ... why, it was just as if he were actually there!"
"You had probably been eating something before you went to bed that made you dream," I said.
"Please don't say that," said Miss Mitchell. "I simply must see them again."
"Because they are spirits, they can probably hear you right now," I said. "And if they don't come back very soon, it is probably because they are playing with your affections."
"Affections!" exclaimed Miss Mitchell blushing. "Who ever said anything about affections. Certainly no one can ... er ... fall in love with a gremlin, very absurd!"
"Of course, it is," I agreed. "But, perhaps, the spirits are vain and think that only good, intelligent women could fall for them."
"Yes, completely absurd of them," said Miss Mitchell blushing a hot pink.
"I don't know," said Miss Baker thoughtfully. "Just because a person is dead is no reason why we can't love him."
Miss Mitchell brushed her hands over her hot face and tried to smile. "Yes, yes, I really think Miss Baker is right, Miss Merriweather. One could get very involved with these ghosts, you know. Especially middle-aged women like me."
"How is that?" I asked appearing innocent.
"Well, I've never had any children, it's just as though they could be my sons."
"How merciful of you," I said. "You know of course that if you really did see some ghosts they were probably of men who were hung for some very ugly crimes."
"Oh, I can't believe that!" cried Miss Baker. "Oh, I really can't!"
"Nor can I either!" almost sobbed Miss Mitchell. "They were fine young men, they were misunderstood."
When I had finally relieved their doubts about the gremlins returning and assured them that even if the misty visitors were absent for a whole month, they were likely to return, they went happily from my lovely suite knowing that their love and tenderness would finally have its rewards.
I lay back in one of my large, overstuffed chairs that I bought for the sole purpose of being comfortable. I silently cursed my stupid cousins for having such bad reputations that they were under suspicion even when no crime had actually been committed.
As my eyelids began to droop, I suddenly became aware that Jeremy was in the room and I sat up with a start. "Are you here, Jeremy?" I asked very quietly.
"Yes," he began to materialize sitting in the other green leather chair right in front of me. "I'm in an awful mess," I said. "You mean about your guests wanting to see the spirits again?"
"Yes."
"That's no mess. Your life's in a much greater mess."
"What do you mean?" I cried.
"Don't you know what I mean?"
"Now, I don't know what you mean. I don't think my life's a mess. However, if I can't call my cousins back from Canada soon, my lady guests are going to be unhappy and that will be messy because they'll leave."
He looked at me with great sadness in his great, blue eyes.
"Didn't you ever know that it isn't good to fuck your cousins, Suzanne?"
"How do you mean it isn't good? It's a lot of fun."
"I mean it's wrong."
"I have a lot of respect for you or I'd say 'nuts.' How do you come up with this 'wrong' bit?"
"I come up with it because since the beginnign of civilization, it's been considered bad form to fuck your cousin."
"My, my, is civilization such hot shit? Really, I don't see how anyone can use civilization as an item of positive worth in an argument."
"It keeps us from killing each other."
I began to laugh, then I asked, "Is this something you've thought up since you were killed?"
"That's beside the point. Will you tell me how you began to fuck your cousins?"
"Well, I don't know accessability, I suppose, but maybe I love them."
"You could love them without having sexual relations with them."
"No. I couldn't. When my uncle and I fucked, he said it was love."
"You mean he screwed you?"
"Yes, and I don't see why you look so horrified. You fucked me and you don't seem to think you did anything so very bad."
"But he was your father's brother!"
"Yes, and it was very pleasant."
"But it was incest."
"Oh, shit! Do you always let a word interfere with what you know is thrilling and fun. Now if you could explain very clearly, why I shouldn't have had fuck relations with my uncle, I'd listen very carefully to what you said."
"Why! Because it's bad!"
"Why is it bad? Because I would be likely to have a child with three heads?"
"That's one of the reasons."
"Well, as you see, I'm not having any children, at least not until I marry a man I love."
"And you can't marry one of your cousins."
"I wouldn't marry one of my cousins and you'd better believe it. If I can't find a man with more character than all my cousins put together, I'll never marry."
"You see! You realized without knowing why that it was not good to fuck your cousins."
"I know no such thing. I know my cousins are a pack of pricks and balls and the three of them together wouldn't make one good husband."
"Well civilized people just don't go screwing around with their cousins and uncle like you have."
"Indeed!" We were still sitting in our huge, overstuffed chairs glaring slightly at each other. Then I remembered something I had read in the newspaper when I was a young girl and I fairly exploded as I told him about it.
"You know, Jeremy, one of the crudest things I ever read about was a boy and a girl who were adopted children in two different families marrying and after they had a baby, it was discovered that they were brother and sister."
"You see, I bet people did not approve," he said.
"You can sat that again. Our great, wonderful civilization sent caseworkers into their little home, took the child away from them and separated the brother and sister."
"You sound bitter."
"Not really, because your little sermon isn't going to change my course of fuck action one iota unless you can present me with a more reasonable cause for doing so."
"Let's drop the silly discussion because it isn't getting us anywhere. Look I have a hard prick that's killing me." He opened his trousers and took out his cock that looked very nice and hard and quite long but certainly not as big and bloated as it always seemed to get in me.
I got up out of my chair and went over to his. I got down on my knees between his legs and put my mouth to his hard pecker.
I couldn't help myself, I began to make little biting nibbles at the apricot-shaped head. I sank my teeth in his cockhead until Jeremy began to groan.
Then I licked each side of it up frpm the root to the prickhead. At the head each time I nibbled.
Jeremy was stretched out in the chair with his arms flung back over his head. He was breathing deeply and groaning and writhing.
Sex sure makes the world go round, I thought, even for gremlins.
I put my mouth completely over the huge head of his prick and began to suck. I could feel the pecker throbbing in my mouth. I bit down on it gently. Jeremy began to move up and down and then he restricted his screw movement to his hips and prick.
My head bobbed up and down with his fuck motions.
I was beginning to feel the fire of his passion. I could feel my pussy pulsating, hungry for Jeremy's dong. My hands were on his asscheeks forcing his prick towards me but it felt as thought his hands were on my belly but they were not.
The flesh around my belly button began to creep as though it were being called inward and I could feel the wrinkles.
Then I felt the soaking, boding juices come down in me and wet my panties.
At this I gulped at his prick and his cock juices came rushing into my mouth. I swallowed thinking, these are spirit juices and they aren't real but whether they were real or not, I began to have one orgasm after another.
His slightly deflated pecker slipped from my mouth and I was still clinging to his body and throwing myself back and forth with each cum I shot out.
Finally, I sank against his feet and he lifted me up as if I were a rag doll and carried me into my bedroom and laid me on my bed.
"I almost think you love me," he said.
"I don't know what love is, but I want to know."
"You will know when it comes to you."
"I suppose I won't want to fuck anyone else then."
"That's right. Your fucking now is merely an answer to a hunger."
"Food never felt so good."
He bent down and kissed me on my lips. I felt my cunny stirring again but he was not about to get me aroused again. He said, "You are going to have some visitors tomorrow afternoon that will be important to you, at least one of them will be."
"Do I know him?"
"What makes you think it's a him?"
"I don't know any woman who might visit me. In fact, I don't know any men who might visit me. By the way, are you reading into the future?"
"Not at all. I simply know things and if you don't believe it, just watch. When he comes, you will see I am correct."
"I suppose it will be a panhandler or something!"
"No, but it will be an interesting experience," he said, and disappeared right in front of me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A whole day went by and I didn't see Jeremy, nor did a strange man appear at my door. Early the next morning, however, a man knocked at my door. He was tall and well built with a slightly long nose.
"My wife and I are looking for accommodations. Kitchen and all that, you know."
"The suites in this building are really for one person alone," I said looking at his slender, brunette wife. She was much too thin, and in spite of a pretty face, she wasn't what I would call appealing.
"We don't mind being a bit crowded," she said in a surprisingly clear, sweet voice.
"You won't be crowded except in bed."
"Oh, I won't mind that," she said flashing a coy look at her husband who did not respond one way or another.
"Are you recently married?" I asked.
"Not at all," said Mr. Davis. "We've been married twelve years, just about grown to be a single person the two of us, know exactly what the other wants, don't we, Ginger?"
"Yes, indeed," said Ginger Davis, snuggling up to her husband who didn't seem to realize that she was being affectionate.
I showed them the suite and they were perfectly willing to take it with only one bed. But I could not see how two grown persons would sleep in such close quarters even if they indulged in perpetual fucking. I recalled seeing a double bed in the basement. I telephoned my maintenance man who did the sweeping and cleaning and hauling in my building and who lived just down the block. He came up immediately and put the double bed in suite three-twenty-eight.
As soon as I had their rent, key deposit and other deposits and they were moved in, I closed my door and lay down on my own bed for a rest before taking my bath.
Jeremy materialized and said, "They're spiritualists."
"What!" I sat up.
"Yes, it's got around that this house is haunted. Now, are you satisfied?"
"When I paid that advertising company to spread that rumor, I didn't know anything about you, Jeremy," I said.
"Funny how liars and advertising people often tell the truth in spite of themselves," his blue eyes were shining.
"I don't actually try not to tell the truth," I insisted. "But if it's easier or more worthwhile financially to make something up, I don't see the harm in it at all."
I didn't expect you would, my beautiful woman. And since your educations is so devastingly deficient, I shall try not to instruct you in that area. I'm more concerned about your learning about real love. If you learn about love, perhaps you just might acquire the other ethical concepts of living."
"Please speak American," I pleaded.
"Why? You use correct grammar sometimes."
"Only when it has to do with sex. I never looked up a single word in my life in the dictionary unless it had to do with fucking. I learned those words well but I don't know anything else."
"Well, you're not too old yet."
He faded from sight and I had a funny feeling that I ought to go up my secret stairs and look through the peephole in the Davis' suite.
And that is precisely what I did late that night.
The Davis' were in bed and it looked as if they were asleep with their backs to each other. A small night-light was on and I could see Ginger lying there in her bleached black hair up in rollers. Her skinny arm was stretched over her head and she hadn't washed all the make-up off her face because there was a very oily green above her closed eyes.
Her long cotton nightgown was a pale yellow with some kind of purple lace trimming. The best I can say for her was that her mouth wasn't hanging open.
Harry Davis was another matter, however, because his mouth was hanging open and from where I was peeping, I could see the spit slowly dripping onto the pillow.
Ginger turned over in her sleep and put her arms around her husband but even in his sleep he was not very loving. He pushed her arms from around him.
She opened her eyes, took in what she had done, shrugged her shoulders, smiled sadly, bent over and kissed his cheek then turned her back on him again and closed her eyes.
But as I watched the bedclothes were lifted from her and she was gently lifted from the bed.
She opened her eyes again and a kind of horror spread over her face because she was being borne through the air by no visible means towards the sofa in her living room.
Jeremy, unmaterialized, set her down gently and then began kissing her as he held her down against the sofa cushions scattered around.
She struggled silently and then I saw the struggling cease and her lips were responding to an invisible kiss. Her arms went up around his invisible shoulders and her body was arched straining against him.
I followed every movement with curiosity because I was wondering just how far Jeremy would go with this invisible bit.
If Ginger was still frightened, her actions did not show it. Her nightdress seemed to come off of its own free will and fall against the top of the sofa. The rollers one by one loosened themselves from her hair and rolled onto the floor. Her rather long hair fell about her shoulders hiding her skinny chin. She now looked rather pretty as she stretched out her legs for the invisible spirit that was obviously making her hot and horny.
Her knees suddenly pulled up and separated. She put her hands on invisible sides of a spirit lover and drew him closer to her.
She began to moan and turn her head from side to side. Anyone seeing her do this who did not have the secret knowledge that I had would have thought her to be having a seizure of a very serious nature.
I had shifted to another peephole and what I saw looked very strange as I saw her fuckhole getting larger and larger.
It looked as though she was about to have a baby, I thought.
The contortions of her body fascinated me and I wondered if I looked that way when I was letting my cousins or Jeremy fuck me.
The muscles of her belly rippled and then began to contract into lumps. She was clinging to Jeremy as if he were part of her. She fucked up and back from her cunny with a regular, slow rhythm. Then she swung her legs around the invisible solid and the screw rhythm began to buck furiously. She was screwing back and forth at an incredible speed as though she were trying to destroy herself.
Boiling cum poured from her cunt onto the couch and I knew it was from Jeremy's invisible prick rather than from her middle-aged pussy.
She pressed her legs down with all her power and with a particularly passionate frenzy. Spit was running out from her open mouth.
Suddenly my eye was drawn to a shadow in the doorway of her bedroom. Harry was standing there half asleep but just enough awake to know that his wife was rolling and bucking on the couch in a manner that didn't make sense to him.
Ginger completely unaware of her husband, continued to fuck upward then fall away to the couch.
Her eyes rolled up and her head fell back as though it were lolling over an invisible pillow.
"Darling, fuck me again, please! Oh, I can't stand it. Ohhhhh, Oh, that was so good. Can you fuck me again?"
I listened breathlessly, wishing I could warn the poor woman.
As Harry watched through bleary eyes, he became more awake. His eyes blinked off the clouds that misted them and he looked at Ginger now with concern.
He approached the couch. Someone else had seen him too, I guess, because Ginger's arms clutched at a dear form that was no longer there and ler legs became unlocked and let a very dear cockie slip away from her.
As Harry stood over the couch, her eyes opened and focused on her partner in marriage. A look of horror spread over her face and then she sat up in her warm nakedness and smiled at her husband.
"Why darling, I just dreamed that you and I were fucking just as sweet and strong as when we were in college."
Harry straightened up saying, "It's good you were dreaming! I thought you were having a convulsion. I was just about to try to get a doctor."
Ginger put her hand on his arm, "Oh, Harry, the fuck was so good. I could almost feel your prick. I love you. We almost never have a good fuck and you almost never make me cum."
Harry let his hands stray over her small titties and then down to her twat between her legs. He felt the cum then looked at his fingers. "You sure as hell came just now and I didn't know you had that much pussy juice in you."
"Let's really fuck. Please." She separated her legs.
He threw off his night clothes and stood in the dim light naked.
He was pink, unsunned man without hair on his body. His poor little prick hung down in a hopeless attitude.
Ginger reached out her hand in the best piece of acting I have seen lately and took the little pecker in her hands. She bent her head and kissed it. Then she said, "I love the dear little cockie. It's the most precious thing I have in the whole world."
I've read somewhere that there is magic in words, but I think I've never seen it so perfectly illustrated. Harry's poor little pecker came alive and began to grow hard and long. It throbbed like a little, captive snake in her hand.
"Please, Harry, don't keep me waiting. I'm always ready for you."
Harry got down on the couch awkwardly as if it had been a long time since they had screwed and in time since they had fucked last, he had become arthritic.
He shoved his cock in with no particular trouble and began to fuck Ginger back and forth.
Whether Ginger faked the orgasms that followed or really felt them, I have no way of knowing but her moans, gasps and screams and her clawing and straining at her husband to push his prick farther in her twat had its effects on him. He fucked like a virgin horse. He pulled up and screwed in and pulled out again and fucked back in then pulled up with her attached to him and seemed about to fly across the room.
They're fucking all right, I thought as I pulled away from the peephole and went down to my suite by the secret doorway.
When I entered my apartment, the telephone was ringing. George, Teddy, Ralph, Johnnie and Richard were calling me from Montreal.
The connection was very clear just as if no one was listening in. "Suzy, this is your cousin."
"So I guessed. How are you?"
"Johnny has the runs." It was Ralph's voice.
"What do you mean?"
"Johnny has the shits and we took him to the doctor."
"That's just a symptom. What does he really have?" I asked.
"He has the shits."
"You mean it's just running to the toilet and nothing else?"
"Yeah, he met this little French girl and they went to a restaurant and then later...."
"Do you and the rest have it?"
"No, George, Teddy and Richard don't have it but I have it a little so I'm taking the medicine that Johnny got."
"How's Johnny's face?"
"Oh, it's okay, it's healed. When can we come home?"
"I'll tell you when and don't make anymore of these expensive phone calls."
"Okay, we won't but Teddy has to talk with you. He's the one who's paying for it."
Teddy's voice came on just as clear as if he were in the same room with me. "Suzy, how's my chick?"
"You mean me?"
"Well, no, you know I love you, but I mean Miss Mitchell."
"Teddy you're out of your mind, forget Miss Mitchell."
"I've tried, Suzy, but I can't. Is she still at your place?"
"Yes."
"Don't let her get away."
"Teddy, you're being crazy."
"I'm going to materilize and marry her."
"You can't, you fool! You'll need a job and you couldn't hold a job, you're too dumb."
"I'm not so dumb. I'm learning French."
"What good will that do you?"
"It will do me a lot of good. It's a job skill, I know it is because I remember a teacher in school once told our class that a second language was a job tool."
"Well, you're not smart enough to learn it well."
"Hey, Suzy, that's not very nice of you to say that to me. I'm learning it real good. I can get a job driving a truck between Canada and the U.S. You'll see. I know the names of all the parts of a car in French now. You'll see, Suzy."
"Maybe, I will see, Teddy. Well, anyway, good luck and I'll try to keep Miss Mitchell from eloping with a real ghost."
"Gee, it's nice to hear you kid like that, Suzy. I love you, honey. No guy ever had a sweller, finer cousin. Bye now."
"Bye now, you great screwer!"
After that I bathed and went to bed for I certainly needed the rest.
Well, the next morning I was hardly out of bed before it hit me that I'd better be looking for a husband or I'd someday be as old as Miss Mitchell or Miss Baker without a man of my own to help keep me warm.
I stood naked in front of my mirror and surveyed my assets. I was quite tall and very red haired. Those two things could be either assets or liabilities, but I chose to think of them as assets.
I had two, round, pink asscheeks that were the same shape as the current movie sex queen but larger because I am larger.
My waist is extremely small and my titties are like two, great, inflated pink balloons with large, red rings around the nipples. I suspect that extra red nipples are just as abnormal as extra red lips but I'm not going to worry about that.
And my legs are long and lean, tapering to my slender ankles. My feet are long and narrow, very white with rosy-pink toes.
In fact I do very well naked. I look weD in clothes and I like fine dressed and suits but I could get along very well without anything to cover me at all, quite a bit better than most women.
I had just completed a rational and honest inventory of my possessions when the phone rang.
The voice I heard made every cell in my body sing.
Rory Stevens, the real estate man, said, "Miss Merriweather, how are you getting along in your mansion?"
"Very well, thank you." My heart was pounding and my pulse was dancing.
"I'd like to ask a favor of you, but please feel perfectly free to refuse."
"Well, I have a friend I went to school with, he's a newspaper man and he heard that the Kimberly Place is haunted. I assured him that it wasn't true. I lived there with my grandmother when I was a child, you know, and I never saw a single ghost but this man wants to be convinced. Could I bring him up to your place and would you talk with him?"
"I'll do better than that," I said. "I'll have two of my tenants who claim to have seen spirits talk with him."
"What! You can't mean that!"
"Yes, I really do. I think this old, adorable house is jumping with ghosts." I knew now that he was Jeremy's son. For some reason I wanted to talk with Rory about it. I said, "Were you Letitia Kimberly's son?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Oh, I just put two and three together. She was a very beautiful woman and I thought I heard that she married and had a son."
"Yes, but don't tell me her ghost is wandering around. I'm not even sure she's dead. You could never count on Kelly!"
"Sounds like my own family!"
"Oh, you have family?"
I could have kicked myself for haivng made that slip but I replied very calmly, "Yes, cousins."
"Oh, little ones?"
I choked. "No, not very small. Do you have sisters or brothers?" I knew perfectly well he didn't.
"No, Miss Merriweather, but your family interests me. We must have a good long talk as soon as we satisfy Peter Bronson, that's the name of my friend. May I come about three o'clock?"
At three o'clock on the dot, he and his heavy writer friend were at the door of my suite.
I invited them in and asked them if they wanted a drink. Bronson took whiskey straight and Rory took cola straight. "I'm going to get too fat if I don't start counting the calories right now," he laughed as he took the amber drink.
I had forgotten how handsome he really was and I just stood there looking into his beautiful face.
His presence made me feel warm in my twat and comfortable all over.
I glanced down at the fly of his trousers and could tell as little about the prick that was behind it as I had been able to the first time.
I think he caught my glance because he looked slightly annoyed and now I felt for the first time in my life really embarrassed about looking for a prick. I wasn't ashamed but I was really upset that he had caught me looking for his pecker.
Peter set his glass on my coffee table and said, "Miss Merriweather, I've heard from several sources that you have a haunted house here."
"Pure nonsense, of course," I smiled.
"Then why did you pay Blake Public Relations Associates to spread the rumor?"
"How did you know that?" I was thoroughly annoyed.
"You can learn anything in this town if you're willing to pay for it."
"Nothing's sacred!" I complained. "Now, why did you do it?" Rory interposed here by saying to his friend, 'Now, Peter, don't bully Miss Merriweather. I won't permit it."
"I don't mind answering that," I said with a sudden inspiration. "We do have a ghost here and I thought it would attract curious, well-balanced persons who would not be afraid."
"Well-balanced?" repeated Peter thoughtfully. "There's two ways to look at that."
I said to him, "Just what is your purpose? Do you wish to write an article on the house?"
"Perhaps. But I'd have to have a lot more evidence than the say-so of one person that this house is haunted."
I was now feeling anything but friendly toward Peter. Also, I was feeling kind of resentful about paying all that cash to the public relations firm to spread a rumor and they hadn't kept it a secret that it was being paid for.
Then it crossed my mind that an article about the house would be the best kind of free advertising.
"There are at least two women in this building who have seen a ghost or two. I'll telephone them if you wish."
Peter was very grateful for this offer of aid. I called Miss Mitchell and Miss Baker and they said they would be down in my apartment immediately.
Miss Mitchell came dressed in a flowing nylon robe and pajamas of pale orange, but Miss Baker came dressed in a pretty, off-shoulder sheath.
Peter kept eyeing Miss Mitchell as he asked questions and made notes.
"How did these spirits enter your apartment, Miss Mitchell?"
"In a cloud of smoke, I think, then a great glob of ectoplasm divided into two parts and these very handsome spirits began to materialize."
"And, Miss Baker, how did they come into your room?"
She blushed remembering, I suppose, the fucking that had come after. "I think they came through the wall in a puff of smoke, but, to be quite honest, I couldn't swear to anything about them."
"But they were dressed in eighteenth century pirate's clothing?"
"Yes," Miss Baker nodded and continued to blush.
Peter continued to make notes. Then suddenly he sat up very straight and said, "Now, I don't want you ladies to feel embarrassed because what I have to ask is kind of embarrassing to me but as a good reporter I feel I must ask it. Did these spirits make any obscene gestures to you?"
"No," cried Miss Baker promptly. "I don't think they knew I was there."
"Big bar," I said silently to myself.
But Miss Mitchell said, looking directly into Peter's eyes. "Yes. In my case, yes. I was amused at first, and, well, I really don't want to talk about it. Not that part."
Miss Baker flashed her a glance of pure hatred. I saw her small hands clench into fists. She began to say something several times but stopped before she had Peter's attention.
Peter now began to devote his attention to Miss Mitchell, egging her on to say that she had been fucked by two spirits, but Miss Mitchell just managed not to say it. hi the meantime, I said to Miss Baker in a soft voice, "Do you suppose they could have been high school dropouts who found their way into your room and decided to put on a show?"
"Oh, no. I'm sure they weren't just common high school kids. One of them, a dark-haired giant, was just one of the most wonderful personalities. Really, Miss Merriweather, I like this place because of that spirit. I mean to make my permanent home here because of him and I look forward to seeing him again. I just wish he were alive." There was such a note of despair in her last sentence that I almost wanted to tell her the truth.
I said to Miss Baker, "Mr. Stevens is the grandson of the gentleman who owned the property. Perhaps he can tell you something about the spirit you saw."
But Rory spoke before she could ask him a question. "When I lived here with my grandfather, I never saw a spirit of any kind, as far as I know. And my mother ... I mean, my grandfather never mentioned a spirit of any kind either."
I turned to him now and I could not keep myself from saying, "I've seen a man in this mansion once or twice that looked so much like you that he could be your twin, except he has blonde hair."
He gave me the strangest look that told me absolutely nothing. Miss Baker was sitting forward in her seat listening.
I continued. "I once saw a face like his and yours in a very old theater magazine. The face was of an actor called Jeremy Waters. Had you ever heard about him, Mr. Stevens?"
Rory's face was now a perfect blank as he replied, "There were many leading men and actors in the old days. I'm sure I've never heard the name. My mother was an actress, if she were here, she might recall something about him."
Miss Baker said, "Well, my spirit is certainly not a blonde. He is darker haired than you, Mr. Stevens, and, oh, so very nice."
Then Miss Mitchell turned to Peter Bronson and in a lull in the conversation between him and Miss Baker she said, "If you don't want to ask me any more questions, Mr. Bronson, I shall return to my suite because I have a lot of work to do."
Bronson looked at her then said, "Oh, yes, Miss Mitchell. Thank you very much. I guess you told me all the things you can that will help me. Thank you again."
When Miss Mitchell had gone back to her room, Rory arose and, offering me his hand, said, "Thank you very much. You've been a great help to that goofy friend of mine. I want to tell you because he just might not."
"I've enjoyed having you come into my home. Come anytime but call first. If you've lived here for a long time, you might just get lonesome for the house." I added to myself, "I hope."
He was holding my hand and I realized what a large, masculine fist he had with fine dark hair on it and on his arms. Suddenly his fingers tightened very gently on my hand in a slightly convulsive movement.
I looked at his face to see if I could read anything there but it had suddenly become closed again. He said, "I'm afraid I'm not lonesome for the house at all. It was kind of a prison to me. We don't grow very fond of prisons, do we?"
"No, we don't," I replied, feeling a deep yearning for him. "But douldn't you come here and see if you could forget your unpleasant association with it?"
"That shouldn't be too hard with you here," he said. Then the most wonderful smile lightened his face and he turned and left me.
As I closed the door on him, I wanted very much to be by myself and examine my feelings. I glanced into the living room and saw Peter Bronson and Miss Baker sitting very close together on a sofa where they had not been at the beginning of their conversation.
My bedroom has a door off my little hall so I did not go back into my living room, but went instead into my bedroom and closed the doors.
I lay flat on my back and amused myself by no thinking that I was looking straight up into Rory's eyes. Why couldn't he have done what was normal and natural, I asked myself.
Why did I have to lie on this bed all by myself when he was so obviously made to fuck and be fucked? As I thought about him, I could not replace him with anyone else. The insides of my belly were screwed up into little knots and all I could think about was him.
When I could stand this no longer, I got up and paced about my bedroom. Finally, I went to the door and went out into my little hall.
I wondered what Peter Bronson and Miss Baker were doing. She certainly must have a lot more to tell him than I saw her do through the peephole, I thought.
I looked into the living room and saw that Peter Bronson was lying in her arms on her small titties and she and he had their mouths together as if they were stuck.
His hands were going over her legs and back, and she was running her fingers through his hair.
I coughed and they sprang apart like guilty children. They had their hair and clothing smoothed out in less than the minute it took me to come into the room.
"Miss Baker has been most helpful," said the embarrassed writer.
"Wonderful," I said and I wanted to add, "She was a cherry not too long ago. If you want to fuck her, go ahead, she won't mind! The spirits of Kimberly Mansion have already been in her pants!"
CHAPTER NINE
I decided to get my cousins back for I was lonely, and as Jeremy assured me I'd have no trouble with the police. I sent a telegram to my dumb cousins telling them they could return to Garbersville without being arrested or questioned by the police. Four days later, they met me in the living room of our old house.
Johnny had thrown his luggage down beside a great, leather chair and was sitting with his hands clutching each other at his ankles. His arms hung down between his knees and his face was desolate.
"What's the matter with you, Johnny?" I asked as gently as possible remembering the five pregnant Canadian girls.
He lifted his great blue eyes and said, "My children, oh, Suzy, it's hell to be poor. I just couldn't afford to ask them all to come with me."
"Your children?"
"Yes, my children." I thought he would weep. "Suzy, those children are going to be beautiful."
Ralph was sneering and Teddy and George preoccupied with their own heavy thoughts.
"How do you know what they'll look like, Johnny?"
"They have to be beautiful because their mothers were all so good and gentle. Suzy, those Canadian girls were so wonderful, so delightful, so sexy to me. They told me I was their Greek god. They cooked for me and rubbed my back and bathed me."
"Johnny!" I said firmly. "How did you get acquainted with so many in such a short time?"
His eyes were innocent. "I'm just friendly. The Canadians like friendly people."
"Not that much," said Ralph sourly.
I turned to him and said, "Well, Ralph, you had a Canadian sweetheart. Why didn't you marry her and bring her back with you?"
"I didn't want to. She served her purpose and I gave her some money. She'll get over me."
Teddy looked grimly at his older brother. "You're real low slime," he said evenly.
Ralph didn't look angry, but merely annoyed. He replied, "Just because you're wearing out and couldn't touch one of those cunts is no reason to call me names because I did."
"That isn't why you're scum," said Teddy. "You're scum because you lack human feelings."
"Hear, hear!" said Ralph, laughing. Then turning to me, he asked, "Is that big lesbian woman still here?"
"You mean Miss Meredith Jasper? Yes, and I'm afraid she's going to move if she doesn't get some fuck action."
"You mean she's asked you for prick?" He had a slimy grin on his face.
"No, but I saw her try to insert a fake cock in her pussy several nights ago but she gave it up."
"Why would she give it up without fucking herself?" asked Johnny.
"It's too much like suicide," said Teddy soberly.
"Oh, you are sick," said Ralph.
I glanced up at the clock. It was after ten and my mansion ought to be quiet by now. "I think we can all go to the new house now. Teddy, you can go to Miss Mitchell because I think she needs you and, by the way, Teddy, I think you got Miss Baker pregnant."
Teddy's fists clutched. He cried out, "I won't marry her, it could have been Ralph!"
"No, I think it was you," I said. "And there were four others while you were gone but don't let it worry you because she's as happy as a cat."
"You mean she's glad she's going to have a baby?"
"I think so, so don't worry about it."
"I won't worry because I love Miss Mitchell and nothing, you hear, Suzy, nothing is going to make me stop loving her."
"Yes, I hear, Teddy. But when you go into her be a little careful what you say and do. If you say very, very little, she won't know how uneducated you are."
'I'll just love her. That's all I'll do."
"And, George, I think you can fuck Miss Mary Ellen Schneider tonight. She came in early for a change, and we wouldn't want her to be the only single who hadn't had a fuck from our spirits, would we?"
"I can conquer all her reluctancies, can't I?"
"Yes, you can."
"I guess those Canadian girls have taste, don't they?"
Ralph said to him, "You aren't such a sex king. It's just your red hair gets to them."
"My red hair might have attracted them," replied George, "but it was my prick that gave me all those cunts and brother, you've never done the same thing in your life."
Their silly chatter was making me annoyed and I hustled them into my car and drove over to the mansion.
George was the only one I had no doubt about so I let him go up the secret stairs to Miss Schneider's apartment first and I only accompanied him in order to release the smoke so he would be concealed when he entered.
I said just before I released the fluffy, white smoke, "Take your time and I'll be back for you in half an hour."
He kissed me on the cheek and said, "Suzy, in that time I can give her every kind of fuck in the book."
"Just don't kill yourself or her," I said and released the gray smoke.
Teddy had come up behind me and he said, "Suzy, don't be mean with me Let me into Miss Mitchell's room."
"I want to see how Mary Ellen Schneider greets George first," I said, applying my eye to the peephole.
Miss Mary Ellen Schneider opened her eyes wide at seeing George. She was standing in her panties before her mirror. She had dropped her bra. She gave him an opened-mouth squeak then she covered her round, huge titties with her hands.
George grabbed her and began to kiss her neck.
Her first response was to push him away but she seemed to think better of it in mid-push. She suddenly threw her arms around his thick neck and pulled him to her with all her might.
She pressed her lips to his and kissed him fiercely.
There was no nonsense about this meeting. He pushed her panties down over her hips and she immediately began to wiggle loose from them and dropped them to her feet.
He unbuttoned his fly and presented his long, thick prick to her wiggling pussy between her legs.
I decided that I didn't need to supervise George so I turned to Teddy and said, "Come on down to Miss Mitchell's room and I'll let you in to your beloved on a puff of white smoke."
"That's supposed to be ectoplasm," said Teddy with much assurance.
At Beverly Mitchell's room through the peephole, I could see that she was reading a volume of poems. I could make out the title. It was, where has my beloved gone?
"You two are hopeless," I sneered as I released the smoke.
Behind the smoke Teddy slipped open the panel. He stepped into the room, closed the panel and walked through the smoke to stand before Beverly Mitchell.
She looked up at him with gleaming eyes. The book fell unnoticed to the floor. She arose in her sheer yellow nightie and gazed at his face without lifting a finger.
Teddy gazed down at her.
It crossed my mind that it was because of these idiots I had been forced to tell Rory Stevens to call after midnight to come to see me wline he had called earlier.
For a moment I hated both of them.
She suddenly flung her arms around his neck and he embraced her waist, drew her tightly to him and lowered his lips to hers.
"Shit!" I said and went down to my living room to see Johnny. I wanted to talk to him before he took on Miss Meredith Jasper because she had been making passes at me for the last two weeks.
"Well, what's all the fuss about?" he asked, when I came into the living room.
"Well, this almost six foot amazon you are about to fuck has been giving me the signals for the past week or so. She even offered me a hundred dollar bill last Wednesday when the moon was full."
"Think nothing of it. I'm a man and she'll get hold of herself when I begin to rub her clitty."
"Well, I've warned you," I said getting up. "Let's go up there."
"At the peephole to Miss Jasper's suite, I could see her stretched out on her bed in men's pajamas.
The sight of them made me feel uneasy but Johnny was pawing the floor with his big feet.
"Let me go in," he whispered.
With a little fear nagging at the back of my mind I released the gray smoke and he slid back the panel and entered.
Miss Jasper, who was not entirely asleep, turned on her side and looked at Johnny with questioning eyes.
Those eyes came entirely open and she sat up. Her face was blank of expression.
Johnny approached her and stood for a second at the edge of the bed. She still watched him as if she didn't believe what she saw.
He reached down and laid his big hand on her shoulder.
It was as if he had released a spring.
She jumped right up and twisted his arm as if she meant to twist it off.
He backed off but she followed.
I didn't like the murderous look on her face.
She grabbed him by the shoulders and began to pull her knee up into his groin. She repeated this over and over until Johnny was bending double and holding his belly as if to protect himself.
Then she gave a vicious kick at his cock and he let out a scream and fell to the floor. I kept telling myself that he was big and ugly enough to protect himself. I noticed that she had leather bedroom slippers on and I knew she must have been sleeping with them on.
I glanced at her face again and saw that she was in ecstasy and was coming at him with an old-fashioned umbrella with a long metal pole at the end.
She slashed down at him with the pointed end of the umbrella but he rolled over and crawled under her bed.
The she stooped down and began digging and poking at him as if he were a stuck pig and she was digging in for pig meat.
As I watched, I hadn't been able to believe my eyes in spite of the madness in Miss Jasper's face.
Johnny finally grabbed the umbrella and held it while he wiggled out from under the bed. Then he leaned on it and forced her to almost kneel. She flipped it out of his hands and raised it to hit him over the head.
But now Johnny was angry. He rushed her and hit her on the jaw. She fell down and hit him with the umbrella across the chest as she fell.
He rushed onto her and tried to pull the umbrella from her hands but she brought it down on his head.
He fell to the floor but was conscious enough to grab her leg.
They lay there quietly for a second, then he bit her leg with all his strength.
I was about to cry, "Hurrah," but she brought the umbrella down on his head again.
He turned over, arched his back and let out a groan.
She struggled to her feet and was standing over him with the pointed part of the umbrella directed towards his heart when I shoved back the panel and sprang into the room.
Someone else opened the door to the hall and came through her living room into the bedroom and I rushed towards her but I was too busy to take a few minutes out to look to see who it was.
I picked up a vase and hit her over the head with it. She crumbled to the floor. But Johnny lay quietly.
Someone was at my shoulder. I turned expecting to see Ralph or George. It was Rory Stevens!
His face was a mask. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I stood there a full minute staring at him wondering what he was thinking and hoping it was not what I guessed.
Finally he said, "Did you kill the girl?"
"I beaned her, I think."
"Why did you do that?"
"She was going to kill him," I said pointing to Johnny who was still lying on the floor.
"Is he her husband?" Then he looked at the open panel through which I had come.
"No," I said and I couldn't bring myself to say he was my cousin.
"What was he doing in this room?" Rory had knelt by Miss Jasper and was feeling for her pulse.
"I guess he was making love to her," I said weakly. Johnny's fly was open and his big prick was hanging out.
Rory looked at him and said, "It looks more like he was trying to rape her."
I had no idea what this would lead up to and I felt I had to defend my cousin. I said, "She's been making passes at me all week."
He looked at her again and nodded.
"Yes," he said. "She was probably teasing him."
Johnny moved and groaned.
"Do you know him?" asked Rory.
I was praying that something would happen that would keep me from answering his question and something did. Miss Jasper moved and moaned and then George walked in the same door through which Rory had come.
"I'll kill that bastard," moaned Miss Jasper without opening her eyes.
"She's not dead," said Rory. Then he turned his head and looked squarely at George. His face hardened and a queer glint came into his eyes.
George said, "What's going on here?"
"They've been hurt," I said, pointing to the two on the floor and wishing I could dissolve into air just like Jeremy.
George and Rory recognized each other at the same time. Rory snarled at me, "What's this queer doing here?"
"You'd better watch that tongue of yours, Pretty Boy," snapped George.
"Any man whose friend makes a grab for my cocks got to be a homo," said Rory, taking a stance as if he expected to be attacked."
"He's no homo, Rory," I said limply.
"You're damned right! I fucked eighty pussies in just two weeks," said George, pushing Johnny gently with his shoe. "Johnny, are you all right?"
Rory Stevens turned to me and said, "What in the hell is going on here? Seeing that I sold you this house, and that it originally belonged to my family, I think you owe me an explanation!"
CHAPTER TEN
I tried to say something-anything-but I couldn't. My mouth opened but no sound came out. I had never done anything bad enough to bring about the doom that I knew now was coming.
I looked at Rory Stevens, my love, my beloved, and I was unable to say a word.
George looked at me for guidance but I was not able to be of any help.
George was now snarling, he said, "Come on! I want some answers. Suzy, what the hell is this?"
George said, "She's my cousin and she's too shocked to talk. Johnny came in to see what was going on, I guess."
"Yes," I said taking my cue from George who had never been smart enough to give me a cue in his whole life before. "She had been making passes at me."
"Well, why didn't you say so," said Rory obviously much relieved.
Then that damned Johnny sat up and rubbed his head where Miss Jasper had hit him and turned to me and said, "Why the fucking hell did you get this damned idea?"
"What idea?" asked Rory, bending down.
"Why to fuck these old cunts that...."
"You must have gone completely off your bean," I cried.
"Don't snow me, Suzy," said Johnny. "This whole thing is your fault. If you'd just be the submissive cousin like nature intended."
I wanted to cry "Shut up!" But I knew if I did, I would be confessing everything to Rory and I knew enough about a man like Rory that I knew he wanted to keep his illusions.
"What does he mean by 'submissive'?" demanded Rory.
Johnny was on his wobbly feet by now and he said, "By what law do you have the right to ask such questions?"
Rory looked at me and asked, "This creep isn't your cousin, too, is he?"
I nodded. I was beyond tears.
"Good grief," cried Rory. "I thought you were a lady! I thought you were from good blood, people I could be proud of."
"We are of good blood," replied Ralph. 'The Canadian girls called me a Greek god."
Rory laughed mirthlessly.
Through my mind ran a story theme that I had read a long time ago about a girl who cries for pardon is always found guilty but she who refuses to confess gets by without too much punishment. I was on the verge of quoting this story and then I realized that if I did I would be blowing the whole thing and Rory would have every reason to think me guilty.
I said, "We are from good stock but my cousins love women and they are under the impression that love cures every kind of evil or perversion." I pointed to Miss Jasper who was now trying to sit up and she was rubbing the back of her head where I had swatted her with the vase.
"They make a profession of screwing women, correct?" said Rory, looking me in the eye with his very cold ones. His mouth was not red and his eyes were not glowing. His mouth could never be firm but it was nearly so.
"Oh, Rory," I cried and tried to fling myself into his arms. But he put out his hand and held me off. I thought my heart would burst!
"It crossed my mind that you just might have been involved with this lesbian," he was glancing at Meredith who was wobbling around as if her compass was on the blink.
"Rory, you know how much I love you!"
"Suzanne, I don't know what is for sure now after meeting your family."
"That's unfair!" I cried. "You don't even know who your family was!"
"Of course I do. You're just trying to make me black to clean yourself!"
"I am not! Mr. Stevens was not your father."
"You little whore!" he cried. "Are you trying to say I'm a bastard."
"I never had that word in my mind for a second!"
His face was utterly wrathful. Hate was written all over it instead of love.
"Oh, yes, you did! You're trying to drag me down to your own level, maybe you are even guilty of incest!"
"Of course, I'm not! I don't see how anyone as handsome as you are can have such ugly thought in your mind!"
"Ugly, are they? This whole house is a mass of sexual perversion-maybe even murder! I read about that little girl dying near here!"
"Don't you accuse us of something you don't know anything about! Your father, supposedly, killed your real father!"
"Jesus! You're a dirty girl! My own father is alive with my own mother somewhere in Europe, I think."
We were screaming at each other and Miss Jasper and George and Johnny were watching us with great interest.
I yelled, "You think! Haw ... Take a look at pictures of the film hero Jeremy Waters! You're his walking image! And he was your mother's leading man."
"Haw, yourself! I look like my real father and not like Jeremy Waters. I've seen some of his pictures!"
"How can you be so awfully blind! You just want to be something you aren't. Jeremy Waters' spirt haunts this house and he's talked with me!"
"Ha, ha, ha!" His laugh was mirthless. "Now, you make contact with the dead just so you can heap dirt upon me."
"I'm not heaping dirt on you! I'm just telling you the truth."
"You don't know what the truth is! You told me I was your first love! Holy shit, what an ass I am!"
"I told you the truth and I'm telling you the truth now. Jeremy Waters told me that the bones of his body can be found under the concrete in the basement of this house."
"You cheap little bitch, you've got to dirty up everyone. You just want to make my family as filthy as your own."
"Oh, now, I don't!" I cried suddenly realizing what a mess I had let this whole thing become. "Jeremy Waters haunts this house and he's told me a lot of things."
Now Rory Stevens was sneering gently as if he had decided to take a different tack. "Oh, I see, your whole family is crazy as a loon. You couldn't tell the truth from a fable because you don't have the mental capacity for it. Dreams blend into reality and reality blends into dreams. I've studied about groups of people like you in abnormal psychology class."
"I don't think you'd know too much about being normal," I screamed. "And as far as being moral, I suppose you've got tired of our midnight fuck sessions and you want out so this is a golden opportunity, just accuse me of immorality and insanity and clear out."
He approached me and drew back his hand as if he were going to strike me. George approached us carefully. After all, he had made contact with Rory's fist once before and he respected it.
But Rory didn't hit me. He just held his hand there suspended and hit me with words. "Why you filthy, little whore, you don't even know how to hold a conversation all you know how to do is tilt up your pussy and invite me to your suite and you call that a fuck session?" He laughed mirthlessly like a vampire from a grade Z movie.
"Damn you! Damn you!" Tears had finally come to my eyes and were spilling down my cheeks. "I love you, I even love you now but I hate you! I'd like to kill you! I'd like to stick a spike through your heart."
His face under his heavy tan had gone white and he screamed. "You shitty prostitute! I'd tear you to pieces with my bare hands if I could get away with it!"
"You rotten bastard!" I screamed.
"You're not worth a day in jail." He hit a table making everything on it bounce four inches.
"Cut this out!" cried George. "The police will come and take you all in."
Rory walked to the doorway frame as he glared at me. Then he turned, went down the stairs and out into the street.
Miss Baker, Miss Schneider, Teddy, and Miss Mitchell and my few other tenants were standing in the hall looking at Miss Jasper's doorway from behind the screen shields.
Broken hearted I went to the door and closed it, then I turned to Miss Jasper. Hoping to save some of the pieces, I asked, "Just why were you trying to kill Jeremy?"
"He came at me with his pants open."
"Meredith Jasper, you tried to from a lesbian relationship with me. How dare you try to kill my cousin for a perfectly normal fucking?"
"What do you mean 'normal'?"
"He thought you were beautiful and lonesome, need I say more?" I didn't want to say more either because my heart and life had just gone out of the old mansion.
"Please don't say more," said Meredith Jasper. "Men disgust me, and you surprise me. I'm going to begin packing and I'm leaving this dirty house of sin the first thing in the morning!"
"Good," I said and went to the panel which was still standing open.
Johnny and George followed me and closed the panel after us.
Back in my suite I let loose and began to sob until I thought my body would pull apart. Johnny and George sat in arm chairs watching me for the first twenty minutes. Finally, Johnny said, "What you need is a good fuck, Suzy. It will straighten you out."
I jumped to my feet and cried, "If you ever lay a hand on me again as long as I live the I'll kill you! I mean it!"
George said, "Have you really cracked up, Suzy?"
"Don't speak to me," I said. "Go back to your own house."
"We can't leave you like this," fretted George.
"George, I hate you and Johnny," I said through my tears. "I hate everyone and everything except Teddy who also knows what love is."
"What in hell is love?" asked Johnny, who was making no move to get up.
"It's a selection that you'll never understand," I said.
George said, "Suzy, there's something chemically wrong with you." He got up as though he had finally accepted my invitation to leave but he kept rubbing his hands on his trousers and looking down at his palms.
I replied still crying, "There was something very wrong with me but now it's right."
"How can you say that when you feel as miserable as you seem to?" asked George.
"Look, George," I tried to stop my sobbing. "If you ever love, you'll know it can't be explained. Even if his prick was cut off, I'd still love him, and be true to him."
"Holy cow!" said Johnny with astonishment and disgust written all over his face. He arose and went out the door. George followed.
They stood there a minute looking at me as if they had never seen me before or were about to never see me again. George said, "When you sober up, let us know what we should do."
Then they went out and closed the door after them.
A few minutes later I heard the old convertible pulling out of my parking area.
My mind wanted to cry some more but my tear glands were dry.
I lay on my couch unblinking looking at the ceiling and wondering why I had had to meet Rory Stevens. I got up and walked around the room for a minute and then lay down again. Nothing felt good including my whole life!
I thought of "Miss Mitchell and anger swept over me. I wanted Rory's baby. I knew what I wanted with a primitive sureness. Why should that old biddy who wasn't even in love be pregnant with a baby? And I had nothing.
There was no hope for me at all. I was as sure as I had ever been of anything that Rory would never come back to me. I had admitted nothing to him but he had assured me that he understood how sinful my family and I really were.
I didn't have to tell him anything. He knew I was a cheap "whore," a "shitty prostitute," who he would tear to pieces with his own hands if he could get away with it. But it was obvious that he cared more for his precious freedom than the satisfaction of tearing me to bits. He didn't even love me enough to hit me!
I got up and lay down a dozen times. The night passed like a terrible nightmare. I really didn't want to live but I was too cowardly to kill myself.
I began to wonder about Jeremy. I thought I had seen his shadow, and shortly, thereafter, he began to materialize in front of me.
Sitting on a chair with my hands clasped in my lap, I watched him without emotion.
When he was completely solid, he sat down in another chair. "That was a bloody little scene in Miss Jasper's apartment."
"Yes, it was. Also, I was called a liar and a whore."
"What did you expect?"
"You could have materialized and told your son the truth."
"You don't mean the truth. You mean the truth about my death?"
"Yes, you're right."
"No, I couldn't materialize but I'm not going into that now, nor later. This is just about the end of my existence in this spirit state and I have a few pieces of advice for you."
"Don't bother, Jeremy. The only thing that really matters is done for. Rory is through with me." I began to sob again.
"Stupid girl. Rory is now doing the very same thing! But you must never ... no, absolutely never, tell him of your fucking relationships with your cousins or with me."
"I'll never see him again! I'll never talk with him again!"
"Probably not for a while. In the meantime, be true to him."
"I'll be true to him until I die!" The tears were again washing me away. If I never had misery, I was now having misery with a passion!
"I'm glad to hear that, my little daughter." Then, he began to fade away til there was nothing left.
I blinked. What had he called me; "Little daughter?" He was just making phrases of course. My chances of being a little daughter were pretty slim. But, oh, I was sobbing again, how I loved Rory Stevens!
In the morning I was too sick to do anything but lie on my bed and moan.
At ten o'clock Teddy came into my bedroom and lay down beside me.
I said, "I'm not going to fuck you, Teddy."
He took me tenderly in his arms and said, "I don't want to fuck, Suzy. Miss Mitchell has me almost worn out. I just want to hold you in my arms so I'll know I belong somewhere."
"Isn't Miss Mitchell treating you well?" I asked.
"Yeah." He lay his big, hairy head against my neck in a tender, little-boy gesture. "But she makes me study."
"And you don't like to study?" I agreed kissing him on the forehead.
"It isn't something I'm used to." He gave a great sigh. "She told me not to use 'ain't' and I'll try not to. And she said I ought to learn to read French well since I got to know wo much of it while I was in Montreal."
"Are you going to do that?"
"Shit, I mean I don't mean shit. She doesn't like me to use 'shit' and 'fuck.' Yes, I'm going to do everything she wants."
"Why?"
"She's going to make something of me."
"Doesn't Miss Mitchell think you're something now?"
"She never said that."
"But you think she doesn't think much of you now?" I don't know why I said this because I really wanted his romance to go well.
He raised his head off my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "Now, Suzy, don't you ever say anything like that again. Don't you try to make me unhappy with Miss Mitchell."
I kissed him on the chin.
"Miss Mitchell will marry me and I want a good marriage with her. I'm going to be true to her and she'd better be true to me."
I patted his big head and said, "She'll be true to you. She adores you."
He snuggled his face again against my neck and said, "And I adore her."
He was soon asleep and I struggled out of his grip and ran to the bathroom where I threw up.
"This house is hexed," I said aloud because I was thinking about the time that Miss Mitchell had vomited in my bathroom. I was hoping that Jeremy would appear but he didn't.
I undressed and stood under my hot shower for ten minutes. The slashing of the water awakened me and took away some of my nausea, but not all.
I remembered that night last week when he called and I practically raped Rory, loving his huge prick. He didn't wear a rubber and I had forgotten to take my Pill that day never expecting to get fucked!
Remembering this made me sick at my stomach again and I vomited.
To think that I had been such a fool about this beautiful man. I had bed like a frightened housewife to please him. I had claimed chastity and was even practicing it for him. There wasn't much I wouldn't do for him and besides, I loved him and, I began to weep when I thought about it, he didn't love me!
He didn't just not love me, he hated me.
In my mind's eye, I could see his almost firm lips and his clear, cold, loveless eyes.
I ran to the bathroom and vomited again.
How I wanted to hate him! Here he was getting off scot free with no fertilized egg in his belly and no broken heart.
Then I remembered that Jeremy said he too had been crying when I was crying. Maybe Rory had felt something.
The I shook my head. The only thing he was feeling was self pity and a bruised ego. I tried to remember why I liked him and then I wondered if I ever had. Such is love or was it love? Perhaps I had only felt the urge to fuck him. But no matter what it was I had felt, nothing could take its place.
If I was really pregnant, I would keep my baby and flaunt it in his face. He would see me walking down Garbersville with his little son when he was three years old. The little fellow would be as beautiful as his father. He would be very tall and well-built for his age. His hair would be black and in curls all over his head.
People would pass us and then turn around to look at the "perfectly beautiful child." I would be dressed smartly in a new mink coat and my little Rory would be dressed in something smart imported from England. Then Rory would come out of his office and see us. He would stop dead in his tracks. Then he would almost run to catch up with us and he would walk along with me for a few steps.
He would finally say, "You never did get over me, did you?" I would not answer him and he would continue. "Where did you rent the little stage actor? I know your game. You want me to think that's my son."
I would say, "You might have started him, but he is not your son. He is my son, my child. I am the one who has made the effort to give him a few of the things that every child should have. Of course, I can't give him his true daddy because his real daddy thinks I am a whore and a shitty prostitute and will have nothing to do with us. It isn't easy to get along without a husband but I'm doing my best."
"Who are you living with?" he would demand and I would answer, "Just the two of us are living together."
He would say, "How about those cousins of yours?"
At this point the doorbell rang. I hastily fastened my skirt and wiggled into a blouse. I went into my living room and closed the door to my bedroom after me.
Miss Baker was at the door. She was smiling and rosy and looked as if she had just come out of the bathtub but she had been shopping.
She said, "Miss Merriweather, I want to pay another month's rent and give you notice."
"Come in and sit down." I placed a comfortable chair beside my desk. She sat down without flopping. There was something happy and bouncy about her as though she weren't over twenty and here she was in her late thirties.
"Don't you like my mansion any more?" I asked as I got out my receipt book.
"Oh, I love it here but I have decided to go to Paris."
"How nice," I was writing the receipt. "Will you stay long?"
"I'm not sure." She paused and then said, "Miss Merriweather, I've got to tell someone. I don't dare tell the women I've known all my life, they'd tell me to have an abortion but I won't. The doctor told me that I am really going to have a baby and I'm glad."
"You really are pregnant?" I was thinking about myself.
"Yes, I might not live to see it grown but I'll provide well for it. Lots of young mothers don't live to see their children grown."
"What does your doctor say?"
"He says I'm as healthy as a horse."
"Well, then there's nothing to worry about."
"No, but a woman is bound to worry."
"Yes, aren't we," I replied without realizing what I was saying.
After she received her receipt she opened a package she was holding and showed me three, lovely dresses for a very young baby. "I couldn't resist them," she said as she folded them back into the box.
I smiled at her understanding completely what she felt.
When she left, I sat at my desk looking into space and thinking how much happier Miss Baker was than I. She had no empty space in her soul. Her complete, little breezy mind and spirit was taken up with her new plaything that was in her belly.
I was just going to go back into the bedroom to see how my cousin was when the doorbell rang again.
I opened the door to see Peter Bronson and a policeman standing there. At first glance at the policeman I thought of Rory because the officer was tall, dark and handsome.
But he lacked Rory's sour soberness, his glowering expression when he relaxed. Suddenly I realized all this and it didn't make me hate Rory.
"Why Mr. Bronson," I said, "what can I do for you?"
"Miss Merriweather, this is a rather delicate matter. Can we come in?"
"Of course," I said opening the door.
Mr. Bronson and the policeman took seats and stammered so steadily in the "delicate matter" that once I got the drift of what they were talking about, I found myself helping them.
It seemed, I was given to understand, that there was a rumor that there might be bones of a murdered stage actor buried under the concrete in my basement. Of course, this tipped me right off that Rory had talked to his friend about the possibility of Jeremy Waters' bones being down there. And other things crossed my mind too. I wondered if he had told Peter Bronson about our night of furious fucking.
After a few verbal exchanges, I concluded that Rory had not talked about me because Mr. Bronson was neither interested nor sneery towards me. He was simply on the trail of a good newspaper story.
However, Rory must have told him about Jeremy's ghost. Or would he? Finally, I asked, "Mr. Bronson, where did you pick up this rumor about a murder?"
"Well, um, well, you see, well, it wasn't just what you can call a rumor! It's a sum, a putting two and two together and getting a sum of some kind."
"Just what kind of sum?" I asked now very amused at his confusion.
"Well, you se, well, this house has the reputation of being haunted for about, well, almost thirty years. There was a Mrs. Kimberly lived here once. She was a stage actress, too. Her leading man's name was Jeremy Waters." He paused and looked at me to see if he could read understanding in my face.
"Yes, go on," I said. "About thirty years ago, Jeremy Waters just dropped out of sight. No one could ever trace him."
I nodded.
"Then about a year later Mrs. Kimberly and her husband went abroad and never came back."
"What makes you think that there are bones buried under the concrete in my basement?" I asked feeling sure he was going to have a devil of a time answering that unless he admitted that Rory had told him that I had had conversations with Jeremy's spirit.
He looked at the policeman and I felt sure he winked or gave him some kind of signal but I could not discover it. He said, "A man who set the concrete thirty years ago sent a letter to the police that he was going to die and it kept bothering him that he remembered that old Mr. Kimberly had never let him be alone in the basement and that there seemed to be a depressed area in the hard earth that was softer to the feet."
"Was that all?" I asked thoroughly disappointed.
"He recalled that it was at that time that Jeremy Waters disappeared."
I didn't believe him at all. I wanted to believe that Rory was thinking about me and was coming to believe that I had really had a conversation with Jeremy Waters and that he was Rory's father.
I know coincidences happen and it made me very, very unhappy. I preferred thinking about that policeman who said, "Always suspect a coincidence," and I agreed with that policeman whoever he was.
The police officer now spoke, "We have no authority on this little bit of evidence to dig up your basement floor."
"Well, I should hope not," I said.
"But," he continued, "we would consider it very cooperative of you to let us sink a test hole at the place this cement-maker marked on a floor plan of your basement."
"How big would that hole be?" I asked.
"If we are lucky, about eight by eight inches. The man is very positive about the position of the supposed grave."
Well, I let them make the hole and they found human bones seven feet below the surface. Then they had to move my boiler because of course thebones had been buried right under where my hot water heater was.
The hole they finally made was four feet by six feet and we had no hot water in my building for two days until they completely removed what was left of Jeremy Waters' body and replaced the earth and laid new concrete over it then reattached the hot water heater.
I kept watching for something about this in the paper but nothing appeared. Finally I called Peter Bronson on the telephone and asked him about it.
"Who do you suppose killed him?" I asked.
"Well, they don't know who he was in the first place," he replied. "And they don't know how long he's been there."
"Why that's ridiculous," I said. "You know perfectly well those were the remains of Jeremy Waters the actor."
"I think that and you think that but it's going to be mighty hard to prove."
"What about your friend?"
"What friend?"
"Rory Stevens."
"What about him?' "Wasn't he Mrs. Kimberly's son?"
"What gave you that idea?"
"I know he is."
"So what? What's the connection?"
"Wasn't Jeremy Waters her leading man?"
"I don't see the connection."
"Well, there was one!" I replied hotly. "You practically admitted it when you were asking for my cooperation."
"You must have misunderstood me."
"I did nothing of the kind. I hate to be used and not told anything."
"There's nothing to tell. We have some bones but we don't know who they belong to."
"It seems to me you could trace Jeremy Waters' body through dental records. Most actors have very good ones."
"The police tried that but apparently the dentist he went to is dead and his records have disappeared."
"How convenient!" I said.
"I don't see why you should take it so hard," he said. "Of course, I know the bones were found in your basement but you shouldn't get emotionally hung up on it."
"It's not his bones I'm emotionally hung up on," I replied.
Teddy went right through the lesson just as if he were a little old recording tape gazing into Miss Mitchell's eyes as if he were on speed, when I went back to my peephole after talking to Bronson.
When he was finished, she clapped her hands like a little child and cried, "Wonderful!
Wonderful! You must have a very high I.Q., but it's never been developed. Now do you want a little more fucking just face to face?"
She laid down and spread her legs apart and Teddy who of course had a hard-on, rammed in her cunny as quick as she suggested it. I saw the large prick going into her twat and I realized this was her way of doing things.
Whore! Old Bag, I thought.
"Now, let's make it last a long time," she suggested patting his face.
Teddy began to gasp.
Your prick is huge and you're very passionate but you don't have any staying power, my darling cousin, I thought.
But Teddy continued to gasp for the next twenty minutes while Miss Mitchell gradually fucked her cunny to a glorious orgasm.
Miss Mitchell and my cousin had fucked right there almost under my nose and not only was I boding hot and horny from watching them, but I missed Rory all the more. I knew all I had to do was call John and he would fuck me silly.
But, somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to fuck anyone else's prick except Rory's. Biting my lips, I rushed back to my suite and cried myself to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next morning I had morning sickness again and I knew that I was definitely pregnant. I felt I must tell my cousin Teddy, at least, seeing he was the smartest and most sensitive of all my cousins. But, it was a good three weeks before I brought up the subject. One day he and I were sitting in my living room and the subject finally came up.
Ralph, George and Johnny were painting an apartment on the third floor and were beginning to be happy to work. They hadn't realized it yet that they found some satisfaction in doing things, but I could see that they were growing less cunt crazy and slightly contented.
I said to Teddy, "Darling, how are you and Miss Mitchell doing with your studies?"
"She's a great teacher, Suzy. She knows just exactly what will make me learn. I'm doing good, er, I mean well."
"She gives you praise when you earn it, I suppose?" I asked keeping an innocent face.
"Oh, it's more than that. It take s a lot of educations to become a teacher. I really like to study with her."
"And she devotes all her time to you?"
At this question my intensely jealous cousin thrust his jaw forward and said, "You bet she does and she'd better."
"What if she didn't?"
"What do you mean, Suzy?" He reached over and grabbed my knee in fright. "Do you know something?"
"No, you idiot. I just wanted to see if you still love her."
"Of course, I love her." He paused and then said, "You know that fellow that came over here when you beaned Miss Jasper?"
"Yes?" My heart was racing.
"The one that gave Johnny the lips a long time ago and called you dirty names when you hit Miss Jasper?"
"Yes, what about him?"
"Oh, nothing. I just thought from the way you looked at him that you loved him."
"I still do love him, Teddy."
"Why doesn't he come to see you?"
"He doesn't love me anymore."
"Did he love you once?"
"Yes, at least I think so."
"Then why don't you fight for him, for his love?"
"Teddy, you can't get love by fighting for it. I could fight for possession but not love."
"Well, then, why don't you fight for possession? You must still love him because you won't fuck anyone else."
"I don't want just possession, Teddy. He loved me wonderfully, just like I love him, even now. If I just got possession, it would be like having a dead body."
Teddy and I looked at each lovingly for a minute then I asked, "Why do you think I should fight for him at all, Teddy."
"You're going to have a baby, aren't you, Suzy?"
I nodded. "Do Johnny, George and Ralph know?" I asked.
"Them! Haw, those balloon heads, they don't know anything."
"Does Miss Mitchell know?" I asked.
"Yes, she told me."
I felt anger immediately. "What made her think I am pregnant?" I asked.
"She said you had the glowing, contented cow-look of a pregnant woman and your belly was getting bigger."
"Tell her I'm married," I said.
"I did."
"You darling!"
"I love Miss Mitchell," Teddy explained, "but she must never think anything's wrong with my family or she won't respect me."
"You are exactly right," I said, concealing my disappointment that he hadn't done this alone for me.
"What are you going to do with your baby?" Teddy asked.
"Have it," I replied. "Oh, you mean 'raise' it."
"Yes."
"I'll help you. Miss Mitchell says that when I get some more educations from her, I'll be able to get a job in some private school as an athletic director."
"That can't pay much," I said forgetting to thank him.
"No, but she will write stories about men and athletics and I will sign them and then we will make money that way. Besides, she's rich!"
Teddy went up to Miss Mitchell's apartment to study and I was just settling down to my accounts when Mr. and Mrs. Davis knocked at my door.
They wanted to pay their rent and give notice.
"Don't you like living in our mansion any longer?" I asked as I wrote out their last month's receipt.
"It's not that," Mrs. Davis said. "But when we first came here, we saw ghosts or at least I did but I haven't seen this ghost for a good long time."
Mr. Davis said, "Ginger just imagined the spirit because I didn't see him, not once."
"She could have been more sensitive about him," I replied remembering the fuck session I had seen the first night they were in my building.
"I'm very sensitive," he replied hotly. "If there had been a ghost, I'd have seen it. After all, I am a spiritualist."
"Oh, to be sure," I agreed. "I'm so sorry you will be leaving."
"Well, we must go to more fertile fields," replied Ginger Davis.
They had just gone and I was again settling down to my accounts when my doorbell rang. I went to the door and found my two single men tenants, Mr. Orr and Mr. Lunsford.
"I want to pay my rent," they both said at the same time.
I almost never let two of my tenants in my office at the same time but because these men were obviously unfriendly to each other and because they had appeared at exactly the same time, I asked them to come in.
"Won't you sit down," I said indicating two chairs that were near my desk. I had wanted to question both of them about something Johnny had seen that evening before.
These men were never seen together and when they met by chance in the lobby, they seemed to sneer at each other but the night before Johnny had seen them both going down the back stairs with boxes and suitcases which they had taken out to their individual cars.
I was afraid they intended sneaking off without giving me a month's notice. When people leave their pads in the middle of the night without giving the landlord notice, it is always a little tacky because they usually take the keys with them and the locks have to be changed. Sometimes they take the lamps and the curtains with them too and this costs the property owner money.
But now that they were together in my office, I knew that they intended paying their rent and I saw no need to ask them about their carrying their boxes and suitcases down to their cars.
Suddenly, I didn't know what was happening. I even now know how it happened, the big man Lunsford had me in his arms and was carrying me into my bathroom and the little man, Phillip Orr, was running along side of us looking up at me and grinning.
I screamed but Mr. Lunsford didn't even try to keep me from screaming again. And I knew the walls in this old building were so thick that no one would hear me unless he was listening.
All of my cousins were at a motion picture show, or at least Johnny, George, Ralph and Richard were going and, I supposed, Teddy was with Miss Mitchell on the other side of the building unless he had decided to go also.
I knew it was perfectly useless for me to scream unless someone came to my door.
I said, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Lunsford said, "I figure you owe me something, about two hundred dollars worth of cunt."
"I don't owe you anything and my cousins will kill you for this!" He was thrusting me down on my bed and Phillip Orr was dancing around at the bottom of my bed like a drunken ant with his fly unzipped and his long, skinny prick hanging out.
"Ah, fuck your cousins. Hop on her, Phil, and I'll hold her down up here."
Phillip Orr jumped on my thighs which I was holding closely together as I thought about my little Rory in my belly. He was wildly rough and he bruised me and hurt me so that he forced my legs apart.
I still resisted him but he pinched me until the blood came on the soft flesh on the top of my legs saying, "If you don't open up, I'm going to tear some of this flesh from your legs."
I kept hating the idea of his sperm going into my womb where Rory's child was growing but I knew this vicious, little man could injure me so badly that I would be in a hospital and could lose my baby. I separated my legs hoping all the time that one of my cousins would appear. But they didn't. And he jammed straight into my pussy, fucked three strokes and then shot his slimy load.
But my fuck session with him was not over.
He rested a few seconds, then began screwing in and out of my twat madly and with more fury than passion. Because I was angry, I couldn't get the slightest pleasure in this and at times I thought his prick would pull the lining from my vagina.
He came again but he was not satisfied. He began to get hard again and he fucked back and forth until he achieved a full erection.
He glared into my face and said, "I demand some cooperation."
I closed my eyes and pretended to be in a dead faint.
I remembered a gun that Teddy had put in the top drawer of my dresser once. I had never touched it and I wondered if it was still there.
Phillip Orr came again. He was going to try for a fourth orgasm but Lunsford said, "Now get off, you bug, I want some cunt before she's all tucked out."
He let go of my shoulders and brushed Phil Orr aside as if he were a fly. Then he dropped his trousers to the floor and got between my legs.
I wanted to fight him off but now my mind was working because my first concern was Rory's baby.
Lunsford had a huge, purple prick that sent shivers up my back. I had never seen one so purple. I was afraid he might have a disease and the very idea stood my hair on ends.
I did not fight him however, because I knew that I could be beaten up and might be in rough shape.
He put his thick pecker against my fuckhole and shoved. It went in with ease because I was lubricated by Phil Orr's cum.
He lowered his huge bulk over me and rested on his elbows as he began to fuck back and forth but he was too heavy to be too fast.
He moved with a lumbering screw movement. I felt my body working up to an orgasm but my mind was angry and frightened. I didn't know that this was possible. I thought a woman had to be interested in the fucking before she could achieve an orgasm, but I found this was not necessarily so.
Lunsford grunted and came with no more emotion than a tub of shit. I felt my own muscles come to a screaming climax and then I relaxed physically, but mentally I was furious.
The big bull gave me a sneering look and then his prick was hard again. He began to screw slowly into me and then withdraw his cock with equal deliberateness. He continued this for ten full mintues before he paused.
"You getting your rocks cracked, lady?" he asked.
I didn't answer him for fear I would reveal the plan I had in mind when he pulled out of me. I could see Phil Orr lying on the floor sleeping.
"I said, 'are you gettin' your rocks off,' "
I decided to play it cool so I would have a better chance of getting even with him. "Yes, I'm having fun," I said.
"Then you can suck my pussy off as payment," he said, getting off me.
I wanted to scream that I wouldn't do that for him, but I wanted until he was standing beside my bed, then I sprang to the floor and raced to my dresser. I pulled open the top drawer and had the cocked revolver in my hand before the slow fellow realized that I was not going to suck his cock.
He blinked a couple of time and then started for me. I pulled the trigger and shot him in the belly but he kept on coming. I saw Phil Orr was sitting up on the floor and rubbing his eyes. I didn't want to shoot Lunsford in the head but it looked as if I would have to. I raised the muzzle just a little and aimed for his head. All this only took a few seconds.
I saw his left eye disappear and he slumped to the floor with a plop. Then, as PHil Orr jumped at me, I shot him through the forehead.
Now, quivering from head to foot, I sat down on a chair and looked at what I had done. There wasn't much blood except on Lunsford's chest. There was a mess but I didn't connect that with human brains.
After what seemed like an eternity but was only a few minutes by the clock, I knew what I must do first of all and that was get their hateful sperm out of my twat.
I went into my bathroom and took a warm, medicinal douche while I listened all the time for the return of my cousins or activity of any of my tenants.
After cleaning myself out, I sat again on the edge of the chair trying to organize my thoughts. Here I was not doing all the things that good people thought evil and all I was getting was more trouble.
Although I respect the police, it never entered my head for a second to call them because after all these two dead men had been my tenants. Wasn't it logical for any policeman to suppose that I had been fucking with them regularly and had a lover's quarrel with them.
Well, such an idea seemed logical to me and I knew it wasn't true so how could I expect a policeman not to believe it?
Finally after a half hour, I went up the secret stairs to see if Teddy could possibly be in Miss Mitchell's apartment.
I looked through my peephole and found them sleeping soundly on her bed. And the way they were lying I knew that while I was fighting for my life, they were fucking to beat the band.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I almost started bawling I was so sorry for myself. But I pulled myself together and stepped into the room.
I went to the bed and shook Teddy gently.
He opened his eyes as if he were frightened and then recognizing me, he asked, "What's the matter?"
"Hush," I said, laying my finger over my lips. "Come with me. I'm in trouble."
He gently removed his arm from under Miss Mitchell, got out of bed and jumped into his clothes as quick as lightning.
When we were behind the closed panel and going down the secret stairs, he asked, "Is it awful?"
"Yes, horrible."
"What did you do, Suzy?" I kept going down the stairs and I didn't answer him until we were behind the panel to my suite. "I killed Lunsford and Phil Orr."
He stopped on the last step and went very white. "How did you do it?"
"I shot them with the gun you gave me." He was silent. "They fucked me," I said. "Well, shit, that's no reason to kill them."
"You're not being very helpful." What do you want me to do?" 'Help me get rid of the bodies."
"That's hard to do."
"I have thought it all out, at least part of it."
"Well?" He was terribly upset. "They were going to run out tonight without giving me my money."
"Yeah?"
"I think their cars are packed."
"What makes ya think so?"
"Johnny told me they were carrying boxes and suitcases down to their cars last night."
"And they just fucked you as a parting shot?"
"Yes."
"But why didya kill them?"
"I was afraid they'd hurt my baby, and, Teddy, when they shot their cums in me, I kept thinking they were pouring poison over my baby."
"You're crazy."
"You will help me though?"
"Yes."
"I think we should take the bodies into the beach and bury them eight feet down."
"And I'll have to do the digging."
"You and Johnny and Ralph."
"You're not going to let those nuts in on this?"
"Can we do it alone?"
"Yes." And for the first time in my life I felt really protected.
Teddy thought it would be best if I went out to the parking lot and examined Orr's and Lunsford's cars.
I found them packed to the ceilings and concluded that their rooms must be empty.
I went up to Phil Orr's first and found that he had stripped the rooms bare. He had taken the ash trays, curtains draperies, couch covers, throw rugs and light bulbs that I supplied.
I went into the apartment that had been occupied by Lunsford. I found the living room draperies torn into strips; there was a burned spot on the living room rug and a coffee table was broken. All his clothing was gone.
Back in my suite, I told Teddy.
He said, "I think it would be good to leave your things in their cars and I can drive them out to the beaches on Long Island, take off the license plates and desert the cars."
"Sounds good," I said.
"Well, it's going to take a long time to do everything we've got to do. I'll take the cars, one at a time, to a side street up in Long Beach and park them until we get rid of the bodies."
I wanted to drive behind him and pick him up after he parked the cars but he said that it would be better if I stayed in my suite and that no one came in and discovered the bodies.
He drove one car to Long Beach and parked it and then took a bus back to my place. Then he took the other car down to Atlantic Beach and parked it there.
He didn't forget a thing. He brought the license paltes back to my building and we decided to bury them near the bodies.
Now the ticklish business was at hand and I was so nervous that I threw up. It was three o'clock in the morning and all my tenants were safely in their beds because while Teddy was parking the cars, I checked each suite through my peepholes.
Also, I had called my old house at one o'clock and Johnny had answered the phone. He told me that he and Ralph were tired and he would be at the apartment building in the morning at seven and to please not disturb his slumber again because he and Ralph needed their rest.
This seemed to account for everyone who could bolax up our operations.
My suite is the only one that has a back door and it openes on the parking lot of my building.
Teddy got the key to the switch box and turned off the lights on our parking lot. Then he backed our larger car up to the kitchen door.
He put Phil Orr in the trunk of the car without any trouble at all but when he tried to lift Lunsford, he strained every muscle.
"This is a big man," said Big Teddy.
"Can't you lift him?"
"No, I gotta do it some other way."
"You don't mean to cut him up!"
"No, I don't think I'll have to do that."
He took an old rug from the basement and rolled Lunsford onto it. He said, "I'll clean up those brains as soon as I get him stowed away because I don't think it's good for you to mess with something like that."
Again I felt protected and loved my big cousin in my heart.
He pulled Lunsford into the kitchen and out through the back door into the unlighted parking lot. Using boards for levers he managed to raise Lunsford to the level of the car trunk but he just didn't seem to be able to hoist him over the edge and into the big trunk.
"I think I'll have to help," I said, going to the car.
"Why not let me help?" a cold voice said.
Teddy and I each jumped out of our skins practically. We looked around and saw a very tall, handsome figure standing in the dark.
I knew the voice, but I couldn't believe it. It was Rory. I was sure. Teddy and I walked towards him and it was Rory.
I could see the hard, angry, disapproving lines of his face.
"Perhaps I should ask what happened?" he said.
"Yes," I said stupidly.
"Well, what happened?"
"I killed two men," I said.
Teddy said, "Shut up," before I completed the sentence but I finished it anyway.
"Why did you kill them?"
"They raped me," I said, now not caring whether I lived or died.
"It's pretty hard to rape a prostitute," said Rory.
"She's no prostitute, and she's carrying your baby!"
"You're crazy," said Rory to Teddy.
"No, he's right and I'm no prostitute."
"If you're so sure it's my baby, why didn't you tell me?"
"Because," I said very low so just he could hear, "it's too precious a thing to me. I don't want you to dirty it up with your ugly, warped mind."
His face became even harder. But he turned from me and helped Teddy get the body into the car.
When the lid of the trunk had been closed, Rory said, "Let's go in the house. I want to get a few things stright."
Inside Teddy began immediately to clean up the rug. Rory looked at me and I seemed more swollen up than I had twelve hours before. It was quite obvious that I was pregnant.
"Why did you kill them?"
"I was afraid they would end up by beating me and either injuring or killing my baby."
"Couldn't you have screamed?"
"I did scream but there was nobody around and the walls are thick. You know that."
He nodded. Some of the hardness was leaving this face.
He turned to Teddy who was finishing the job of cleaning up. "What are you going to do with the bodies?"
"Take them out to the beach and bury them," said Teddy who was now very much at ease with Rory and seemed to trust him completely.
"I have a better idea," said Rory.
"What's that?" asked Teddy.
"I have a small yacht down at the Long Beach marina. We could go out about forty miles and dump them over."
Teddy nodded. "Wire some cement blocks to their feet?"
Rory nodded, "Good idea." Then a thin grin spread over his face. He glanced at me and said, "It runs in the family."
I tried to smile back but I didn't make it. The events of the night before were beginning to tell on me. I began to quiver so that I could not stop. My teeth chattered and I could not stop.
Rory came over to me and took me in his arms. "Get hold of yourself," he ordered.
I nodded and leaned against him but I could not get hold of myself. I buried my face in his chest while he rubbed my back and I continued to quiver.
"Why, we can't leave you like this," he said. "Do you have a tranquilizer you can take?"
I shook my head and suddenly began to cry. Tears ran down my cheeks and I let out gasping sobs. Rory began to shake me, then he stopped and said, "Maybe you ought to cry. Go ahead."
I cried in his arms for a half hour while Teddy stood around helpless.
Finally my tears tapered off and I was very sleepy.
I began to feel warm and loved as loved as a murderess can feel. I dimly remember Rory and Teddy spreading the blankets over me.
When I awoke again it was ten o'clock and I was hungry and frightened. It seemed to me that they should have been back from Long Beach and the ocean by now. I momentarily expected the police to come knocking at my door. I saw after I got up that George, Ralph and Johnny were weeding the grass.
The next half hour was the longest in my life.
I must have gone to the window a hundred times. Finally Teddy and Rory drove into the parking lot.
They got out of the car and came together towards the house. They looked like two magnificent twins. An ideavshot through my head and I shivered, one child at a time would be enough!
We were very silent as I cooked them breakfast and served it. I ate very little. They let me know that the project went off without a hitch.
After they ate, Teddy departed for Miss Mitchell's suite confirming that he would be able to keep this from her.
I gathered up the dishes and began to wash them hoping that Rory would say something but he just sat there staring at me.
Finally he did get up and come over to me and stood in back of me.
He ran his arms around my waist and held me gently to him. He brushed his cheek against my hair and said, "Remember, I'm illegitimate?"
I blushed saying, "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"We'll have to get married."
"Why?"
He twirled me around and looked down in my face. "What do you mean 'why'?"
"Just, why? Our baby's getting along very well without his parents being married."
"Who'll protect the child? Who'll give him a name?"
"I have a perfectly good name and my cousins will be daddies to him."
"You're insane!"
"Because I don't want to get married?"
"You did love me?"
"I still do!"
Suzanne Merriweather could remember back not too long ago, when he had sat before her in his little real estate office and she had wanted to see his prick to have him fuck her.
And now, it all seemed so natural that Rory Stevens should be asking, indeed, demanding that she marry him. Maybe she was stubborn. Or maybe, she was just being cautious.
There was a slight tingling at the base of my cunny as there was each and every time that I was close to or touching Rory. There seemed to be an electric current that ran stunningly between us, whatever our minds had made themselves up to do or not to do.
The hard, manly warmth of Rory's body pressing against my soft belly and stimulating my titties sent shivers of an expected passion from my nipples to the base of my spine and then back again in an agonizing sequence of pain-pleasure.
Unconsciously, I felt my hand reach and grasp the beautiful length of Rory's mammoth prick.
Slowly, I unzipped his fly and let my fingers creep into the warm, moist darkness of his cock and balls. What I found there was limp and coiled, but at my touch it started to harden.
I let my fingers touch his prick lightly then move slowly round and round the pecker until I felt a semi-hardness beginning to pulse through the cock's long length.
There it was now hard and rearing the mightly prick she had so longed to rub and feel that very first day I had met him in his dingy little office when I had planned the operation of my haunted house, my haunted house with the lovely fuck extras which were to insure financial success and security. There, in the deep, dark, exciting recesses between his hard, hairy legs, my fingers roamed and tesaed at his great dong.
Then, he lunged forward, burying his immense prick to the hilt and I was in heaven. He stopped and just lay there with his cock deeply embedded in me, resting his head against mine, panting harshly. Then, my eyes caught a puff of smoke and Jeremy Waters partially materialized, smiled, blew me a kiss and disappeared forever.
