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Ghostly Spirit Seeks Revenge Ch. 01

By: Rex Siter



Slender fingers trailed along his erection. Slowly, they fluttered over and around the bulbous head, before enclosing the whole throbbing shaft, and with maddening . gentility began sliding backwards and forwards with only a caressing touch. Over and over again, until he was sure his penis had grown extra inches.

Then came the tongue, licking hungrily around the head, probing at the little slit in the end., before slurping back down the whole erection to the hilt, as the fingers lifted it upwards to give access for the tongue to lap along the underside vein.

Eagerly he was waiting for the next stage, the lips, the mouth, and he wasn't kept waiting. Firmly, positively, the lips moved along his penis, with the tongue trailing its ecstatic presence between them. Several lascivious strokes, until, on reaching the very tip, the lips surrounded the head, which was immediately drawn into the succulent strangely cool mouth, which sucked it deep to the back of a throat, while the tongue worked feverishly, around it. Slowly the rate of movement was increased, almost frantic, in its demand. He became aware of long hair tickling on his upper thigh.

Suddenly, the baffling question came into his head. Who was doing this to him, or for him? He had no idea, how or when it had started. He slightly raised his head from the pillow, trying to see in the deep gloom of the room. All he saw was blonde trailing hair, which hid the action of the mouth, and briefly he caught a vague sight of a slender hand, with long finger nails, before it disappeared behind the hair, and he felt his scrotum, being lightly squeezed..

The pressure on his erection became unbelievable, as the mouth adopted a more definite sucking motion. He had to see that mouth absorbing his penis, had to know who this woman was. Trying to raise his body, he reached down, and his fingers pushed the blonde hair to one side.

Instantly, a number of devastating things happened. He saw his erection disappearing into the mouth of an unknown woman, who, in the same instant raised her head, and her mouth gaped in a devilish snarl, with his penis lying stiff on her lower lip, while long-nailed fingers clawed into his scrotum, tearing at it.. That mouth, in a face of pure evil, clamped shut viciously on his erection.. He gave one agonised scream.

David Turton opened his eyes in terror. The room seemed to reverberate with the fading sounds of his scream. He was in his bed, and he blinked up at the ceiling for a moment. Light showed on the new curtains. A dream? More correctly, a nightmare. More intense than any nightmare he had ever had before. So intense, in fact that he was almost frightened to look down at his genitals. But his semi erect penis looked perfectly normal, lying across his naked thigh, and he reached down to ensure his scrotum was intact.

A bloody horrible dream. He lay for a few moments allowing his perspiring body to cool. Not the way he wanted to spend his first weekend in his new house. He guessed it could have been brought on by the story he had been avidly told in the village pub the previous evening..

"You're very brave taking on the Brooksley Cottage. Seven years since the murder there, and it has stood empty since then." A middle aged local had told him, over a cool pint. It was nothing he didn't know already. The estate agent had been bound to admit why the bungalow had stood empty for so long.

"A young lady, I heard," David told his companion.

"So you knew? Aye, just twenty eight, she was. Nobody knew her very well. Kept herself to herself, pretty much. Police never found anybody for it, and never gave much information." The man took a quaff of his ale, his head shaking. "Reckon it had been pretty brutal. Rape, according to the coroner. But with no hard information all kinds of tales have grown up. Especially the way that tramp was found."

"Tramp?"

The stranger's eyes lit up, "Oh, you don't know about that," he said, almost delighted that he had some new information to throw at David. "Aye, Joe Summers, he's a farmer owns the fields back of your place. One morning he noticed that the back door had been forced—"

"Tramp broke in?"

"Aye, looking for somewhere to doss. Joe says he threw up at what he found."

David wasn't sure he wanted to hear more of this, but he still asked, "Bad?"

His storyteller took a quick glance around the crowded bar, lowered his voice, pointed down his front, as he said, "His genitals were gone. Like they'd been torn or bitten off, and there was lots of blood about his mouth. Coroner later confirmed his tongue was gone too." The eyes studied David, looking for response before switching direction completely."There'll be some work for you to do out there, eh?"

David shrugged, "I have my own business in town. Turton's Building and Decorating. Set up by my father. I took over when he passed away just over seven years ago. Have a staff of twelve, all kinds of skills. Some of our men, have been fixing the cottage up for me.New kitchen. New windows and doors. But I'm keen to do the internal decorating myself—that's my speciality. And that starts tomorrow."

Walking home the three quarters of a mile that night with the September moon hanging high in the clear sky, David was able to ponder what he had just heard. Not attractive, but the extra news hadn't upset him too much. He was much too rational to believe in superstition or fate. Although, that seven year gap had, even before that night, aroused unwanted memories in his head.

Seven years ago he had been in the middle of a mad motoring tour of the USA. Sent there by Sam Connor , his deputy, to help him get over the deep grief after his father's death. "Get yourself away," Sam had ordered. "Get your head sorted. You'll be no good here in your present state.

. Now, sitting on the edge of the bed, he sighed, and reckoned that given what he had heard last night, it wasn't surprising that he was having weird dreams in his new house. He looked around him at the faded, peeling, rose patterned wallpaper, which must have been there at least seven years. So the decorating work would start now n this first full day..He already had pale green vertical lined replacement wallpaper, which matched the duvet he'd brought from his flat.

Out of bed, he drew aside the curtains to view a fine bright September day, and the open field that led up to the main road to the village. The bungalow was just remote enough for him to have the peace and quiet that he craved. With the business running well, ably managed by Sam Connor, David intended to indulge himself with some writing. Something he had been keen to follow for a long time. He intended to start with an article, or maybe a book, on that USA motor tour, and maybe the events that led up to it. It might lend a touch of humanity to the work.

By ten o'clock he had step ladders, a scraper and a pressure steamer for softening wallpaper. It gave him a good feeling to get the job underway. By two thirty all the rose paper was down, apart from the three length section behind the bed. He hauled the bed to the centre of the room. Like all the rest, the paper came away in pleasing large strips which he immediately bundled into a black plastic bag. He freed the edge of the last strip, and started to pull it away by hand. Immediately he noted the red printing on the bare wall. . 

Sara Burnley October 1971 

That discovery made him feel terribly sad. He imagined her pride in decorating her own bedroom, as though she had decided to make her mark on this property. Never knowing that within months, at twenty eight years of age, she would be brutally put to death. Was it in this room? Had she known her assailant? A deeper sadness seeped into David's bones..

Thoroughly depressed, he cleared the removed paper away. Leaving things ready for the following day's activity, he could not stop considering that poignant name on the wall, and the sudden impact it had made on him. He felt compelled to learn more about her. When he visited his works office on Monday, he resolve to go to the library and look up the newspaper pages for 1972. 

Late after noon he drove to a favourite restaurant in town serving exquisite pork chops with a special sauce. So, well-fed and more relaxed than he had been in the afternoon, he was home and changed into more casual jeans and T shirt. Sitting down at the desk he had in the small back bedroom, he began making a few notes about the USA journey. It was turned eight o'clock and dark outside. He kept the lighting dim, only just enough to read his own notes..

Some time later he became aware of a sound, a sound he couldn't distinguish. David turned from his note-taking, and listened. It came from the front of the house. Just a little chilled, he stood, and he moved quickly into the hall. From here he was certain it was coming from the main bedroom, and it was the sound of someone sobbing.

Tentatively, he opened the bedroom door, reached for the switch. Until he hit it the sobbing continued, but the moment he turned it on the sound stopped. He stepped into the room. Nothing there. Wallpaper rolls were untouched. Pasting table was where he had set it up. The bed actually looked very inviting. He began to wonder whether the sobbing sound might have been something from outside. Up on the road maybe, or some creature outside. Anyway, it wasn't there now. He began to close the door when his eyes were drawn to the written name high on the wall. 

"I've got to know what happened here, Sara," he murmured, and immediately felt stupid. Who the hell are you talking to? The sorrow engendered by his first encounter with the name on the wall, had obviously not left him.

He went back to writing notes, and felt that it was going so well that it might be worth setting something out on his laptop. But that would be next time, because by ten o'clock he found himself feeling drowsy, so he packed up and went to bed. Sometime through the night he had the sensation of a woman's fingers passing along the length of his body. Nothing else. Only that solitary touch.. .

He awoke early on Sunday morning, feeling refreshed and comfortable within himself. One glance at the name on the wall and then he was up, dressed, breakfasted and into the wallpapering. He was good and well practiced, and quick.. By three in the afternoon he was pasting the last strip, the piece that would cover Sara Burnley's name for a very long time, and he felt a strange pang as he brushed it into place.

He cleared up, and had the bedroom looking spick and span. He spent a couple of hours at his laptop, finding the recounting of the trip USA surprisingly easy. From this window he could view the newly laid garden, and beyond the tree lined field that led down to the river..

The writing went so well, that prepared himself a light meal from the fridge. Then he wrote until nine o'clock and feeling very pleased with himself, poured a glass of malt whiskey, and sat there in the small office slowly savouring it, and enjoying the silence.

By ten fifteen he was in bed, relaxed, and quickly asleep. He didn't know how long he had slept, but somehow he was suddenly aware that there was a figure standing by the side of the bed, and a cool hand rested on his upper thigh. 

Was that a voice, hissing, "Help me. Help me find—"? The next sound he heard was himself yelping in fear, and he sat up, his body going cold. There was nothing. Nothing to see. No hand touching him..Nothing. Another dream? It had to be, the figure had been so vague, the voice so uncertain. Yet the touching hand had been convincing.

It took him a long time to get back to sleep, as he waited for the pounding of his heart to ease. Eventually he did sleep and awoke at seven fifteen with a sense of normality. That is, until he looked over his head to see that one strip of wallpaper had peeled away from the top just enough to reveal that name and date. And he knew for certain that should not have happened. It hadn't happened anywhere else. A cold uneasiness settled about him.

Before leaving the house he repasted the paper into place, and then he drove to the building yard, encountering a wagon pulling out just as he turned into the gateway. It stopped alongside him and the window was wound down. He wound down his own, seeing it was Harry Bennet at the wheel, one of his trusted bricklayers, a fixture since his father's time.

"Hey, boss, you settled in okay?" The question was genuine, and David couldn't help wondering how many times he'd encouraged Harry to use his first name. . . 

Avoiding the uneasy events, he told Harry that things had gone well, as he noticed that Joe Stoner, Mick Donley and Vince Coulby were in the back of the wagon. Joe was another old timer, in his late fifties, but losing none of his joinery skills. Mick and Vince were two of the more recent members of his crew, taken on about three years ago. Mick was their first step into taking on a coloured worker. David knew his father, a dyed in the wool racist, would never have tolerated that. But both men had settled well and were good workers.

The wagon moved on, and David went in to the main office to exchange pleasantries with Sam Connor, before checking out the various work schedules. He took David quickly through on-going and up-coming work. "All very stable," Sam reported.. "So you can get yourself back to your decorating."

David drove directly to the library. The assistant, a middle aged, pencil thin lady, who looked old before her time, was most helpful. When he told her what he was looking for in 1972 records her face became very serious.

"Oh, an awful crime, that was. Happened in this month too. September, yes. That will help refine your search. Probably further on for coroners report and any follow up."

When he told her what promoted his interest, her eyes widened but she made no comment. She showed him how to use the microfiche machine and left him to it Quickly getting the hang of it, he began at the first of September and began going through the many headlines. .So glad he had the month because that alone took ages, but eventually there it was:

YOUNG WOMAN FOUND MURDERED IN OWN HOME

The body of a 28 year old woman, Miss Sara Burnley, was found yesterday morning in her own cottage near the village of Ricall, by the local postman, Mr Stan Turner. He had been asked by police not to reveal too many details at this stage but was able to inform this reporter that he had been suspicious because the lady's car was still on the drive. He had peered through the letter box, and given the design of the house, was able to see that the back door had been left ajar. He said he had gone around, called out, but there being no response went inside. Miss Burnley's body was found in a bedroom. That was all Mr Turner could tell us, except that he didn't think he'd rest easy again. Police later revealed that it had been a particularly brutal crime and they were asking for anyone to come forward if they had any information. Miss Burnley's sister had been contacted to identify the body

David read the short piece, but could not keep himself from glancing at the picture of Sara Burnley, even as he read. What a strikingly beautiful woman she had been. The black and white rather grainy picture probably did not do her justice But that long blonde hair, the honest gaze in the eyes, the high cheek bones, full voluptuous mouth made it clear that she had been a stunner. Suddenly he was recalling that first night dream. Blonde hair, but the ferocity of eye and curl of the mouth disguised all that beauty. He had to remind himself that he did not believe in ghosts

He checked the date. The paper was for the twenty second, so the body had been discovered on the twenty first. That was three days away. Some horrible anniversary.

David went on leafing through the pages. There was a brief reference that the police were still no closer to solving the crime and were asking for .anyone who may have seen anything in the vicinity of Brooksley Cottage on the date in question to come forward..

He found a report on the Coroner's findings in mid October. Death was by asphyxiation, possibly caused by the blockage of airways. The nasal passage was blocked with congealed blood, most likely from a blow. The nose was not broken. There was a quantity of alcohol in her body, which suggested it might have been a drunken orgy that went out of control. The amount of semen would maybe confirm that. But multi-rape was not out of the question. 

"Jesus," David said out loud, and hoped no one had heard him. He returned the microfiche to the librarian. Then he called in to a local cafe for a light lunch, before heading straight back to the bungalow.

All the way he could not stop thinking about Sara Burnley, and the manner in which she had died. He already had some indication of that, but now he had the image of her face to magnify the horror of it. Such a beautiful face.

As soon as he arrived home, without any real consideration, he went directly to the bedroom, looked to ensure that the wallpaper had not been disturbed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Sara Burnley, I am so sorry this came to you."

For the rest of the day, made a list of rooms to be decorated in order of priority.Then he settled down at his desk to carry on with his writing, feeling better about that all the time. By ten thirty he was in bed, with just the fringe of his mind on the tragedy that had taken place in this very room.

The scream had him immediately awake. A wild, frantic, piercing, scream, had him immediately awake. A scream laden with fear. David was over the side of the bed without any thought. Pitch darkness surrounded him, his elbow struck against the side cabinet and pain flashed down his arm. No dream this. He was awake and the scream seared into him. Suddenly it was a mere gurgling, choking noise. David had the voice , a quiet voice pleading, inside his head, "Find them. Please. Please."

In all the blackness around him David was sure, was positive, that something moved near him. He leapt to his feet, terrified. It was there in front of him, he was sure. But out of sight. "It wasn't a dream!" he swore into the darkness.

His mind teemed with wild thoughts until daylight brightened the curtains. If he hadn't dreamed, where had the scream come from? And such a terrible cry, agonised and despairing. What of the way it came to a stop? As though blocked, silenced deliberately. David could make nothing of it. That voice, asking him-to find them? What could that mean? Could it be a genuine request? 

In the end, he dozed for about half an hour, before rising, just after seven. He had breakfast, sat sipping coffee looking out over the misted fields down to the river. Agitated, he took a stroll around the garden, pretending to himself that he was deciding which plants would be good choice, but his mind was still churning. 

At ten he poured himself another coffee, and tried to sit and do some writing. He knew he should be making a start on the hall. Hell, last night's events had completely thrown him. Desperately, he tried to channel his thoughts into his USA travels.

At precisely five minutes to eleven, he was startled by the doorbell ringing. Having no idea who could be coming to his door at this hour, he thought first of work. No, Sam would have surely phoned him. Still in a sense of agitation, he went through to the front door and opened it.

A lady in a short blue coat stood there, blonde hair down to her coat collar, her back to him, as she looked up at the road. "Can I help you?" David asked.

She turned, "Oh, sorry," escaped her lips before David staggered back, his knees threatening to buckle. That face, the face of Sara Burnley, was looking at him, from green eyes. His whole body trembled, as he clutched at the door for support..


Ghostly Spirit Seeks Revenge Ch. 01



"Oh, my apologies, Mr Turton. I couldn't think of a way that wouldn't shock you. I'm Tina Burnley, Sara's twin sister"

Feeling a large measure of relief, and no little curiosity, David invited her inside, and, as she drifted past him into the hall, he caught a drift of lavender perfume. He helped her out of her coat, and hung it up. "You are so alike," he said, unable to take his eyes from her superb figure, high breasted, trim waisted. But oh, that face. "I've only seen a press photograph."

"We're identical twins—" she paused, before letting her green eyes linger on his face, "in more ways than one."

"Might I get you a coffee?"

"Would you mind if-I went back to the bedroom where it happened?" she asked, her hand indicating that she knew which door it was.

"Not at all," he replied, wondering why her request should be so immediate.

.He entered the room ahead of her and turned in time to see her follow, and then lean back as though struck, but all she said was, "Oh, you've decorated this room."

"Yes, since I was going to sleep here-Your sister did leave a sign up on the wall there."

"I know," she said quietly, looking directly at the exact spot. "I told her to do it. I helped her decorate."

Surprised, David noticed that Tina was shrugging her shoulders, rubbing her hands together, and looking very uneasy. She sat down on a chair at the side of the bed. "We have much to talk about, Mr Turton. I can sense her here. Very strongly." Her hands began rubbing along her upper thighs. A rather erotic gesture from David's viewpoint.

"Maybe we should have a coffee and have that talk. This room clearly upsets you."

"Not upset, Mr Turton. The police allowed me in here just after the event. I haven't been back since. I handed over all the keys to the estate agent, because I knew I'd be tempted back, and that could have been too painful. I still hurt and feel her pain, and anguish—but that has happened before. Yes, a coffee would be good." And she stood up to follow him out.

Soon they were seated both on the same side of the kitchen table, looking out at the garden and fields beyond. "What I'm going to tell you may test your belief, but much is true." She took a sip of her coffee, and went on, "First, since you moved in, has she bothered you?"

"Bothered me? I -I don't—I'm not sure." David just didn't know how to reply. Was the eroticism of his first night dream relevant?

Her next question answered that, "No strange dreams—I know she has been—"

"You know?"

"I'll explain. Just tell me of any unexpected experiences," she said, with some firmness.

David took in a deep breath, and being careful with his wording he told her, "On my first night, I had a dream."

"Thought you had a dream," she prompted. "Go on."

Despite being shaken by her correction he went on, "Well, it was of a sexual nature-"

"She had her mouth on you?"

"Well, yes—" How could she know that? "And I reached down to move her hair-and she seemed about to bite into me."

Her head nodded, "If I tell you that you were extremely lucky, don't be worried. It was before she came to know you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" David could not avoid his annoyance. Was she here to scare him? How could a dead woman, get to know him?

"Please, Mr Turton—"

"Call me David."

"All right—David—just finish what you've got and then I'll try to explain."

Trying to avoid too many hesitations, David went on to tell her of finding the wall writing and the effect it had on him. Then came the sobbing, and how he had felt a little silly in actually talking to Sara.

"David, that possibly saved your life."

Shaken, he went on about the sensation of being touched, and the 'Help me' plea. The paper falling away from her name was followed by his library findings, doubting the coroner's findings. and saying sorry to Sara.

"Then last night, I woke up to a hellish screaming, pure agony, and a voice asking me to 'Find them.' Maybe it's as well you've turned up."

"You heard her screams? She's really letting you into it all. She said she would."

"Tina, I just can't believe this."

"Look, can I start at the beginning?"

"I think I'd appreciate that."

Tina took a sip at the coffee, and began talking, "First of all, you need to understand that Sara and I had, no have, very close connections. From being very young we shared thoughts, we could know what each other was thinking. Not always, I have to say, but often. I remember a couple of times when I wondered where she was, the answer came into my head, and she claimed exactly the same things about me. So many things, pain, we often shared. My arm ached madly when she fell and broke hers."

She stopped and looked at David, "I know exactly where this needs to go. And I do not want you to be embarrassed by what I need to ask of you."

David was curious enough now to find out just what his role in all of this was going to be. Quite clearly there was some kind of expectation of him, from what Tina had been saying.

"David, on the night Sara died, I was away down on the south coast visiting a close friend. It was late, and I was lying in bed when I began to get a most desperate sense of panic, real fear, my breasts felt sore, but then it was briefly replaced by highly arousing sensations, down here." And with just a little show of embarrassment, she pointed to her pubic region, and her face reddened. "Wildly intimate, so strong that I thought at first she must be having a hell of a time, although I knew she had no partner" 

"You don't think the coroner was right about the orgy?"

"I might have, but I soon felt more disturbing, deeper, and obscene sensations. And I knew something was happening to my sister. Some liquid in my throat made me want to vomit. It stopped suddenly, felt sort of peaceful, and then it all started again, fiercer, more painful, I had an awful choking fit, and then-nothing. An emptiness that I had never experienced before, like something was missing. I guess now, that was the moment she died."

David had been awestruck, her involvement had been total. Now she went on, "I heard from her about three hours later."

"Heard from her?" 

"I know it sounds mad, but it's a kind of empathy that transcends reality. I hear her. I can never get a totally clear message. I only know when something has happened within the scope of this bungalow. The tramp, for instance."

His heart leapt, "She told about the tramp."

"This is the difficult part for you to understand, David. " Her green eyes were striking, set in that delightful face. I had a ridiculous need to put my mouth on hers, as she went on. "It seems that Sara is able to manifest herself when I am not present, but if I'm here in this house, she has to make her moves through me. This is going to be significant -for both of us."

"But the tramp?"

"He was here alone. Sara had a hatred, a deep need for revenge for any man in this house. I'm only guessing some of this, but it won't be far off. She let me know she had finished him."

David listened in horror, "But he had his—his—genitals chewed off, and—"

"In an act of obscene love-making. It didn't matter that it was a filthy tramp. It was a man. All you could say is, if you want to be facetious, that he probably died better off than he'd been for a long time. Remember your first dream. That's how close you came, David."

"And his tongue?"

"I can only imagine where his tongue was when it was removed. But it can't have been in her mouth, which was busy chewing off other things."

There was a long silence between them. The whole thing was crazy, yet frighteningly real.

At last she said, "Terrifying, isn't it? Yet she is my sister and knowing the house was sold I tried to get here as soon as I could, because I knew whoever bought it could be in grave danger. But she conveyed to me some information that she had hopes for this new man. I gathered from that, that you cared. And from what you've said already I can imagine that is what has lead her into conveying pleas to you."

"But that is what I can't understand. She asks me to help, then to find them. How can I know who 'them' is?"

Without any preamble Tina leaned forwards. and laid a hand on his thigh, then gave a gesture of apology at his jerked reaction. Her touch was electric.

"This is where it gets to be rather embarrassing. For me, looking at you here, it won't be so bad. But how will you take it."

"I just don't understand what you're getting at. What is going to be so embarrassing for you?"

She licked her lips, and for a second time her face reddened, "To ask you to make love to me."

Davis almost fell off his chair. This luscious woman, whose face he had fallen in love with before he'd even met her, was asking him to sleep with her. It was just not possible not to respond . "You are one of the most attractive, no, most beautiful women I have ever met. I can think of no greater honour than to lie with you, but I have to ask-why?"

"Yes, thank you for the compliment, but you do need to know. Sara is convinced somehow that you can reveal her attackers. I don't know how she is so sure of that.. She is crazy for vengeance. She needs you to see them in the act, and she can only ensure that on the day after tomorrow. In the late evening. It can only happen then."

"The anniversary of her death."

"Oh, good, you knew that. But that is all I have learned from her."

"But seeing the act? How can I see-And what has this to do with us making love?"

She flicked her hair back from her face, "Sara can enter my mind at any time, but while I am in this house, she assures me she can enter body too. And she needs me to be intimately connected to you. Connected so closely that she can enter and then it will begin. She has indicated to me that you will see what happened."

"You mean at some point I will be intimate with both of you>"

"Well, it will be my body-sorry about that."

David couldn't laugh at her attempt at humour. Could he bear seeing what happened in that awful incident? Then he was asking himself, was it really possible? He looked at Tina. Her eyes were wide and her breasts heaved beneath the silken blouse she was wearing. The idea of intimacy with this stunning woman was so appealing.

On impulse he put down his cup and pushed back his chair. "Would you fancy a stroll?"

"Oh, yes, a lovely idea. We would need to get to know each other better. But could you just answer one question-will you do it?"

"What would happen if I refused?"

She thought for only a moment, "Sara would be disappointed."

As he helped her into her coat, he said, "I don't think I fancy disappointing Sara. Not while I have to live here."

That actually made them both laugh, partly, in David's case, because the whole thing seemed so implausible. 

They walk was pleasantly casual, and they shared one or two laughs as they strolled down towards the river. At some point her hand slipped into his. Young lovers after an acquaintanceship of just two hours. She talked of her work as an interior designer, and David spoke of his business. Small talk, miles away from what they had hanging over them. With that promise of making love to her a constant and very real possibility.

She had a business appointment at three o'clock and , as she moved to her car, David said tentatively, "Given our physical involvement , late evening Thursday, shouldn't we meet earlier in the day?" I tried to remain casual as I added, "Get into the mood, say."

She laughed loudly, "If you don't mind, I don't. Not at all. I have a feeling—" And her eyes scanned his face, "—we might be most compatible. Tomorrow would have given more time, but I have another business meeting. Work. Work Work. But how about I get here early Thursday, and cook you one of my specialities? Four o'clock be all right?"

This all seemed surreal. This woman of extreme beauty was going to be available to him in two days time, and they were going to be intimate in the presence of, and apparently, with the inclusion of, the spirit of a woman, dead for seven years. The sense of craziness lingered. The promise of her body was so stimulating. Beyond that was a step into something he just could not imagine.

With that he went inside and set about starting the decoration of the hall and corridor. He worked hard, and went to bed at ten thirty, slept through until seven the next morning. Not one disturbance through the night. Maybe Sara had really accepted him.

All day Wednesday he worked, and he completed the decoration of the hall by lunchtime on Thursday. The hours dragged when he thought of Tina's body. Had he misjudged her keenness. He checked that there was wine in the fridge, and at about two o'clock he had a shower, and dressed in a good clean shirt and pants, sat down in front of the laptop to write. When the doorbell sounded, he was there like a flash, opening the door to pure beauty, in a yellow coat. Smiling she held up a string bag. "Food is the way to a man's heart they say. 

Her smile was warm and lit that wonderful face. She placed the bag on the floor, as David helped her out of her coat, revealing once again the curvaceous promise of her body. He just could not resist applying a warm kiss to her mouth, and her response was instant. Their mouths meshed, tongues touched, electrifying him, and he was sure, from the run of her hands on his back, that she felt as he did. His erection was immediate, and, she had to be aware of it.

She broke away, her eyes clouded, her breathing as heavy as his own. "I've worried about this, for two days. I've known men, but never this quickly." Her eyes looked up into his as she went on, "That kiss just made everything right. Would you want to delay the meal?" Her hand drifted to waft without touching, over where David's erection bulged, and was all the more teasing for that.

Breath shuddered in his throat as he tried to form a reply, "The way I feel at this moment, these hard choices— you or the meal you will cook. I have to be honest.much as I look forward to your cooking. You have a greater appeal."

In seconds they were clinging frantically together, as though in some final embrace, their tongues cavorted over each other, and David wanted four pairs of hands to touch her everywhere at once, while she contented herself by clutching at his buttocks, and grinding against his growing erection

After a while in pure oblivion, he gasped in her ear, "Bed?"

And she had the forethought to say, "Not the main one."

David saw the sense in that, in so far as he could think clearly. They moved together, not wanting to release their hold on each other, and David managed to push open the door opposite the main bedroom. Once inside, they were, pulling and riving at each others clothing. In no time they were naked, and David could not resist holding her briefly away from him, as his eyes absorbed the sheer wonder of her body. Breasts, rounded, firm and pink tipped, belly flat between the curve of waist and hip, and that triangle of natural golden hair, where her so tempting thighs met.

Tina only allowed him time for the briefest of looks, as she pulled him close again with one hand, and with the other she firmly grasped his erect penis. His hands rose to her breasts. Already breathless, and panting heavily, David had to admit having this beauty up against him, was overwhelming. And she was well in control of the situation when she whispered, "Feel me, feel me down there."

Only too willing, David reached down to that tempting bush and ran his fingers into her groove. Total moisture met his fingers, as he stroked deeply, and she gasped under his touch. Their eyes met, and David, her fingers on his penis driving him mad, thought it crazy that they were still on their feet. But again, Tina was way ahead of him.

"No foreplay. Too far on, aren't we?" The words gasped out of her, as she took a step towards the bed, and in her grip David moved with her. She went backwards, drawing him on, and pointing his erection with unerring accuracy.

David found himself on top of, and inside her, in one easy movement, as he took some weight on his elbows, Then they were heaving at each other. She, pulling at his buttocks , encouraging him ever deeper. He, sweeping into her, so that his penis head felt to strike her cervix, while his mouth found her mouth, but, as her head was uncontrollably swinging with the passion of it all, he buried his face into her breasts, sucking and licking at her nipples. As they wildly thrust together, David just had sufficient awareness, to hear the high pitched, near desperate level of her breathing. She had to be very close, and he was relieved because his scrotum was bursting. 

Almost with the thought , she cried out, and with two more hefty thrusts, he released into her, and together they rolled and heaved in something close to sweet agony.

"Oh, God, that is-I can't -" She muttered against his shoulder, as the passion slowed.

"Good?" he asked, breathlessly.

"So necessary. I so needed that."

"Rushed, but terrific."

A few moments of silence, and then David sat up to lean over her. Time now to admire the naked body, the open beauty under him. His hand stroked over breast and belly.

"All too sudden," Tina said, with a slight smile. "It isn't even dark yet. And we hardly know each other. But, God, it was so good."

"Hardly good practice for tonight?"

"Who knows what tonight will bring?" Tina said pensively, and began returning his caressing. "You've got a good body."

"So have you," 

She laughed, "I feel we've made music together. Special unwritten music. Our own composition." David loved to hear her talk like that. It had suggestions of pleasures far beyond the later horrors of that night."..

Then, totally naked, she slid from him and hurried to the bedroom door. "Time for food," she cried, and with the door open he saw her grab the bag and head, still naked, towards the kitchen.

David slipped into a dressing gown, selected a shirt from a wardrobe, and followed her. She was already emptying the bag as he handed her the shirt. She looked at it, her eyebrows arched, "Don't you like seeing me like this?"

"If you stay like that I'll take you on the kitchen table."

"Promises, promises," she laughed, as he slipped the shirt over her shoulders, "Don't start bragging. You wouldn't have the strength. Oh, maybe-"She had glanced at him, and as he saw her eyes widen, David looked down to see his penis rising, and poking through a gap in his dressing gown.

"See what I mean?" I told her.

David could only watch her as she moved busily around the kitchen. Exquisite to see her breasts push at the shirt as she reached up to take a pan from the rack. A delight to note the provocative sway of those hips, as she moved from sink to hob, from bench to sink again. Occasionally he would hand her a required spice, or a spoon for stirring. But it was without a doubt, her show, in more ways than one.. 

The meal she set out was delicious. How could she make chicken taste so succulent? A sauce that was so aromatic. David sat and savoured the taste, sipping the white wine and bathed in the hungry look in her so green eyes. A look that had nothing to do with food. Over coffee, we talked briefly of what might happen in the later evening, and she admitted, "I've had no signs from her." In a way David found that chilling.

As they finished, she took a last sip of wine, and asked, "Could I get a shower?"

"Good idea."

"Would be, if I knew where it was."

Laughing together, he showed her the bathroom, just next door to the bedroom, and as she opened the door, she turned back, "Join me?"

Stroking the inside of a feminine thigh, or running fingers over a cosy breast are delight enough, but those actions with the added fusion of soap suds, under streams of warm water, that is the ultimate tactile experience. To also have soapy fingers of an alluring woman working over chest, penis and scrotum, bringing the penis back to eager erection was pure magic.




Ghostly Spirit Seeks Revenge Ch. 01



But if that was rapturous, her next move, as she knelt to continue the arousal of his penis was devastating. Without any bidding, he felt her mouth enclose his entire erection, sucking it totally to the back of her throat. Her tongue, as she eased him back, licked and rolled round it, before she sucked him fully into her mouth once more.. Seeing her cheeks go concave as she sucked, then bulge as she pushed the purple penis head against it, was mind-blowing.

"Hey," he cried out, "let's save some. I'll be creaming your mouth if you're not careful."

She drew her mouth clear, still managing to lick at the head, as she said, "I don't mind, if it pleases you."

David had such an urge to let her go ahead, yet he wanted to play his own games with her body. "Let's get dry. Test that bed again."

Within minutes, scarcely dry, they were lying with him leaning over her. Outside darkness had descended, and David had switched on the gentle bedside light so that he might savour all that might take place. He leaned to kiss her, and she placed fingers to his mouth, whispering, "She's here, David."

He leaned back, "What?"

"She's here, she's all around." Tina told him, and gave a little consoling smile. "And she's jealous. But waiting."

David was just a little perturbed, and felt his erection relax. It had been pressed against her thigh, and she was quickly aware of his loss. "No, no, don't worry." She reached down to stroke him back to full power. "Let's just give her something to be jealous about."

A little relieved, he leaned over to kiss her, and their mouths and tongues meshed together. His anxiety quickly subsided, as he moved his mouth onto her breasts, and he licked the rough areas around each pink nipple, before sucking on each one, savouring her gasps of pleasure.

His hand stroked down over her belly, as she just managed to reach the swollen tip of his erection, and her fingers played over it. Encouraged, and aroused, David slid his hand through the golden triangle, and onto the silken inner thigh where he stroked upwards, always stopping short of the ultimate.

"You're teasing me," she gasped. So he stopped teasing, and his fingers moved back through her bush and into the delicate cleft, already slightly moist. And there was her clitoris, rising and ready for his ministrations. He stroked, flicked and rubbed it between his finger tips, thrilled at hearing her grunted appreciation.. 

He now moved his lips from her breasts, and trailed them over her belly, kissing and licking as they moved to take over on her clit, as his fingers shifted deeper towards her magic entrance. The moistness there so excited him. He rolled, so that his head was between her thighs, and for just a moment, he raised his head, with his thumbs he parted her labia, to view the delightful pink of her sex. Then he was licking feverishly at her clit, while his fingers probed into her vagina, two fingers worked there, fluttering like a lost butterfly.

Above him, her voice croaked with passion, "What are you doing to me? Do it. Do it."

Continuing his licking, he moved one of his active fingers away from her vaginal grip and further back to touch at the tight hole of her anus. Slowly, carefully he inserted his finger deeper there, before doing a double plunging action in both orifices.

"God help me. That's filthy. Don't stop. I want all of it. All of it." Her voice seemed to come from miles away as she called out. Then, without warning, she twisted her body so that he lost contact, and found her pudenda over his face, and she was wriggling downwards on top of him, trying to grasp his penis, until she was completely up and over him. Her breasts moved over his face, as confused at her intent, he felt her grasp his penis and hold it as she swung her thighs on either side of his body, so that she was facing him. In the same movement, she was easing his erection into the deep heat of her vagina. 

There she was sitting astride him, riding him, deep, deep and deeper inside her, and he was ready to burst. He bucked up under the pressure of her. Her face was agape with her passion but she managed to utter, "This is how it must be later,." just before her gorgeous face crumbled, and a frantic orgasm swamped her as she beat down on him, and David felt his whole being pour out into her. Her loins flexed around his penis, and he was thrusting upwards, in, it seemed a never-ending spasm.

At last she fell forward against him, their bodies still slowly humping, in some twilight of their ardour. "David, I've never had that before. That kind of sensation. "

"What was that you said, at the end?" he asked.

"My sister, trying to interfere—but I heard her. I have to be on top like that, for it to start."

David's body gave an involuntary shudder. The event was so close now. For the first time he felt nervous about it. This was stepping into the dark unknown, and he still didn't know what he had to find..

"You're nervous now?" Tina said, obviously feeling his tremor.

"Uncertain," he admitted."What time is this supposed to happen?"

"Eleven, I think, if I've got the right signs from her."

David looked at the bedside clock. It showed a quarter past eight. "We've got a little time to relax then."

"Let's shower, and then sit down with a glass of wine."

Recalling the eroticism of the earlier shower, David had no reason to resist that. He reckoned it had to be less fervent than last time. It started off quietly enough, the slow pleasures of skin contact, just right. He soaped between her luscious thighs and heard her murmur, "That will always be a delight."

She smoothed over his penis from flaccid up to semi erect, which both surprised and gave him a lift of self satisfaction. But when she knelt and took him, only semi-hard, into her mouth, with her tongue working madly around the head for stimulus, he tried to protest. Amazingly, she replied with his rising penis lying on her lower lip, "Please, let me take you. You gave me such a buzz last time. I feel I owe you."

"Not all the way though," he advised, rather than protested," I may not recover in time."

She returned to favouring me with her tongue. There was a striking way she sucked, a way that rejected all protest. He was bigger already. He could tell by the easy way she had him gliding to the back of her throat. David lost all his will to have her stop. He leaned back, and allowed her to take him. He could only stand there, water tumbling over them both, as he looked down seeing the bulk of his penis, and then watching it disappearing inside her mouth. She had a trick of chewing on it with her generous lips. God, it couldn't swell anymore. How could he manage that after that recent orgasm.

Backwards and forwards went her head, from time to time her eyes looked up at him through streams of water. The eyes asked the question, "Is that not good?" He closed his eyes and put his head back and allowed her to take him wherever she wanted. Oh, hell, she was good. Her sucking became more demanding, and her head movements more frantic, as she urged him to give. Suddenly, he was, indeed, ready to give. He placed a hand on either side of her head, feeling her movement, and then holding her so she could not retract as his erection pounded at her throat, and he was spouting. Release is always marvellous, and even though he knew there wasn't a large quantity, looking down he could see her throat pulsing as she took all he had to give. . 

As he slowly withdrew, she licked around the head, finding final drops, and his penis slid limply from between her lips, and she stood up and they kissed. " A nice glass of wine now." she suggested.

She wore his shirt again as they carried their glasses into the living room," Little point in getting dressed." she said.

"Well, watch how you move. You are the most sensuously beautiful and provocative woman I have ever encountered."

Seated together on the sofa, she said, serious for a while,. "David, I don't know exactly what will happen tonight. And we've certainly struck up a connection. But I know that if my sister does learn anything tonight she will want to act upon it. And I will have to be involved in some way."

"How?"

"I can't answer that. But she is my sister. I'm here for her. I found you, which was an unexpected bonus, but she needs satisfaction or will never rest. She has been a disturbed spirit for seven years. She needs solace, needs revenge. I will have to be on hand for her, until she finds her rest. So, please don't build up any hopes around me. Not yet."

David could make no response to that. What he had experienced with this lady over just a few hours had him looking to the future in her company. He could not imagine not seeing more of her. 

They were silent for a while, and then David noticed the time. Ten thirty. He pointed it out to Tina. "Should we take our wine through to the main bedroom. That is where it has to take place." She gave him a cheeky grin, "You might need some early persuasion, anyway."

David's nerves were on edge as they entered his own bedroom. The only light was from a small bedside lamp, pale illumination. Everything was in order, as they climbed onto the bed, and sat side by side sipping their wine. He heard Tina grunt, and as he looked at her he saw her head nodding,

"You all right?" he asked.

"I'm being advised on how it has to be, which I already know." she said, and she smiled at him. "I'm told I'm being greedy with you. She's obviously been spying on us."

David wondered why that did not make him feel easy. Something was going to happen here. Maybe nothing vital. It was the total unknown. But he couldn't help feeling that a thousand eyes were watching.

Tina had put down her wine glass, "Should we kiss?" 

They kissed, gently at first, almost sweetly, but as their hands roamed over each others body, the kissing became deeper. David ran his hands inside the half open shirt, Tina wore. He would never get enough of touching those breasts. Tina stroked his shoulders, pushing off his dressing gown in the process. She bent to kiss his soft penis."Oh, Oh," she murmured," needs some concentration."

"Warned you, didn't I" David said, but he could tell already given her brief ministrations there would be no problem there. He mouthed her breasts, but it was all brief intimacy. There was no striving for instant gratification now. Now it was all gradual stimulation. A stroking of the lips along the neck, a nuzzle into Tina's hair, briefly a stroking of those incredible thighs, A tracing of the curve from breast, to waist, to hip and back again. Tina seemed to like that.

She moved her fingers under his scrotum, hefted his testicles in her hand, then shifted her attention to tonguing around his ears, scratching gently across his back, putting her hands on his lower thigh and moving up to flick on the penis once more.

They would kiss again, and now the tongues were more demanding of each other. And time was moving close. Tina's fingers found David's penis coming up to semi-erect, as he gently passed his hand flat between her legs, pressing upwards. Without, any glance at the clock, without any prompting, they knew it was time. Tina held David's now solid erection. David, enjoying her touch, was stroking his fingers into her cleft, checking her moistness. 

Gently, Tina lay him back, straddled him and welcomed his erection into her. Without any further movement she leaned briefly forward and whispered in his ear, "She will be in me soon, and matching you. You may feel a change, I don't know. It may go dark. Don't worry." She eased back to be sitting down on his full penis, and slowly riding him.

David was thinking, very pleasant as this was, to tell him not to worry was too much. A spirit was going to show him something. It or she was, presumably, going to be intimate with him, although he could only doubt that. He began responding to Tina's actions, heaving himself upwards into her. It was so good but how long-

Suddenly, the lamp went out, and there was only total darkness. He raised his head to try to see Tina, totally unclear. But did he see something, someone moving behind her? That couldn't be, there had only been the two of them. The heat of his connection to Tina had risen, but strangely, a coolness had entered the equation, a coolness deeper than any he had experienced. Briefly the movement of Tina's vagina around him was increased. He felt her body, move forward towards him, and a voice, not her voice, harsher, deeper, whispered, "Watch now. See it. Find them." The voice of his dream.

She was close enough for him to hear, but he saw nothing but blackness. His joining with Tina seemed to have become statuesque, immobile. Without warning it was as though a large window opened, and he was looking inside. Not quite as dark, he could see a bed, could even tell there was someone in it. That figure moved, sat up, as though hearing something. Light flooded the scene, and he could see she had switched on the bedside light. It had to be Sara, so like Tina, again the voice came to him, "See it. Find them." And this time, "Please."

David was looking into this very room, but as it had been. The rose wallpaper told him that, but the duvet carried the same pattern. Sara was edging out of bed. She wore a short nightdress, and her thighs flashed as she slid her feet to the floor. At that moment the door burst open, and three figures came into the scene, as Sara, with a wild cry scrambled back towards the other side of the bed.

"Oh, Christ, it's the jackpot!" One of them cried,

"Hello, darling."

The three quickly surrounded the bed. All three wore stocking masks. All three in jeans, the tallest wore a maroon sweater, one a dark green T shirt and the shorter one wore black, as Sara shrank back against the bed head. Her lovely lips moved in silent pleading. The one in maroon, reached out for her and she slapped his hand away. Another dived across the bed to catch at her ankle, but she kicked free. She screamed, loudly.

"There's two ways, darlin'. The easy lovin' way or the fuckin' hard way."

David was shocked and surprised that he could hear them. Whatever else he thought might be revealed he hadn't expected that. At the same time he was becoming v ery fearful of what he was about to behold.

Green shirt stuck his masked face close and sniffed, as Sara screamed again, "Perfume and sex, such a good combination. Not many folk around, dearie. Save your breath." He held out a hand, and David could see the back of it. He was black.

The third intruder had only stood at the foot of the bed. He looked shorter, less heavily built than the other two. Sara was cringing fearfully back against the bed, but now she suddenly moved, leapt forward and went to clear the foot of the bed past the black shirt..

"Stop her, Sonny." The black man called. Both he and the tall man had followed her. The one they called Sonny reached out for her, missed a good hold but got a grip on her nightgown. As she screamed and struggled to free herself, the gown split and hung off her just as the two other men were on to her. "Great stuff, Sonny." The black man cried, tearing the remainder of the night gown away as the tall one flung his arms around her and lifted her, kicking wildly, clear of the floor.

"Oh, Christ, look at this. You'll get some good sex lessons tonight, Sonny About time, too. Turned nineteen and still a virgin. I think you're goin' to enjoy tonight." Already the maroon shirt had her clutched to him, his hands squeezing feverishly over her breasts.

"Get her to the bed."

Sara was kicking crazily. One foot landed against the upper thigh of maroon jumper who held her. "Bitch, you'll pay for that. Something to tie her hands, Mick."

A quick search in a dressing table drawer produced various undergarments. In no time they had her hands bound over her head onto the bed-head. That little exercise had involved much surreptitious feeling of her body. Now they stood back and watched her desperate thrashing, the erotic undulating of her 

"Oh, Christ, see that body go." the tallest hissed, reaching out to run a hand down over her belly. "Sonny, come and get a feel of quality tit."

Hesitantly Sonny came around to the side of the bed. David could see the eyes were fixed on Sara. Sonny leaned carefully to avoid the threshing of her legs, and his hand gripped at her left breast. She gave a yelp of pain.

"Gently, Sonny, gently. Time for the rough stuff later. We need to work her into the mood."

"Well, what?" Mick asked, his own hand running in between her legs, pulling back quickly as Sara almost crushed it with her movement.

"Please don't hurt me. Please, let me go" Sara's cries were pitiful, and David so wanted to help her escape from the coming torment. Yet he knew he was helpless, almost as helpless as she was. 

"Let's see if we can have her cooperate. Women have weaknesses, you know." Maroon jumper, raised his hand to his face, and pulled at his mask.

"Masks off?" Mick sounded surprised.

"How else we can we mouth her?" And the mask was discarded. With his back to David's view there was nothing different, but, after questioning glances at each other, the other two removed their masks.

David felt that his heart leapt into his throat. He wanted to turn away, to close his eyes, to avoid this kind of revelation. The black face on the other side of the bed was that of.Mick Donley, one of his bricklayers. A younger face, but no doubt. He did not recognise the one called Sonny, who looked to be no older than eighteen or nineteen. And David had an awful feeling about the third identity. He hadn't long to wait.

"Grab her legs," this one ordered. "Hold her tight, Sonny." He reached for a pillow, and said , "Lift her backside."

With a struggle this was done, and the pillow was slid under her wriggling hips. The tall one moved around behind where Sonny was holding desperately onto one twitching leg. And there it was. David had dreaded it, but sure enough, just as he'd feared, he saw the face of Vince Coulby, no doubt about it.

David felt sick. He wanted to say, "I recognise them. Stop it now." But he was deprived of speech. 

Vince was issuing another order. He was clearly the leader here. "Wider,for God's sake. Spread her."

As Sara's thighs were parted, Vince leaned forward, and his fingers ran along her whole blonde haired cleft. "Gorgeous," he said, almost gleefully, and he looked up towards Sara's creased, sobbing face, and added, "You might just like this." Without further delay he buried his face into her warm nest, causing her to cry out a long drawn,"Noooo."

David could see Vince's tongue working back and forwards several times, before he concentrated forwards, presumably on her clit, but his hand was down there near his chin, and David could only presume that the fingers were exploring lower and deeper, disappearing inside her. Her sobs became something else, that David could not distinguish. Vince went on licking and fingering. 

"We're not just here to to help you," Mick moaned. He had held her leg with one large hand, and reached up with the other to fondle at her breasts.

Vince raised his head, licked his lips, and held up his fingers towards Sonny, "She's really moistening now. Sniff that, Sonny."

Sonny half pulled back, and Vince shook his head. "You'll improve after tonight, lad." He stood, "Right, you go and see if there's any booze in the place."

"What about-?" Mick began.

"Don't worry. I'm going to hold her." He looked at Sara's face. "Yes, I think I've started her simmering." He took the leg Sonny had been holding and said, "Booze." Then to Mick whose face held a heavy frown. "Now you need to hold on to that leg, but get your face into the pot."

Sonny left the room, while Mick eagerly did as he had been told. Holding Sara's leg tightly with his right hand, he stroked her crotch with his left. "Hell, she is wet." He looked up at Sara's face, "It's goin' to get better, sweetie." David had occasional sights of black fingers disappearing inside her, then reappearing, and his dark face, introduced a pink tongue along the length of her crevice, occasionally fingers could be seen when the head rose. She moaned loudly, and Vince said triumphantly, while squeezing one of her breasts with his free hand, " We're getting her. She'll be putty in our hands shortly.". 




Ghostly Spirit Seeks Revenge Ch. 02



This story will be rather confusing if it is read without first reading Chapter 1. 

*****

On the last evening of his life, by seven o'clock, Mick Donley was at a loose end. He'd worked hard that Wednesday, and had laid a maximum number of bricks. The attitude of his boss, David Turton, had bothered him.. No praise, just a cold stare, like he hated his guts. Usually he would admire a well structured wall, or a smart curve of bricks, but lately it had been mostly avoidance. Sod him. Just a bad mood time for him, probably.

He was fresh out of the bath, and standing totally naked in front of the mirror, he told himself that at thirty three he had kept his body in good condition. And his cock, hanging there loose , even in repose was impressive. Not as big as his mate Vince's, maybe, but whose was? Hadn't he ensured that it had plenty of admirers? Add to that the delight, and for some women, just a little concern when it was roused to its full pulsing erection. Women, attracted initially by his black skin, were soon rendered ecstatic by his hard black rod, and he reckoned he was pretty good at increasing their ecstasy with the power of it. ..

Dressed casually now, in jeans and T shirt, he sat in his favourite chair, wondering whether he might go out and find himself a bit of eager pussy. It would have to be just the standard pick-up. Because two nights earlier he had performed his monthly step up in class.

Earning good money with Turton's, he gave himself a treat once a month. He dressed himself in lounge suit, shirt and tie, and wandered nonchalantly into one of the upper grade hotels in the area. Paying their exorbitant prices for drinks hurt just a little but so often it was worth it. What he looked for was a classy looking woman who already had a room in the hotel, and when he caught her interest, (often curiosity about the colour of his skin), he would turn on the false upper class charm. He stopped being a bricklayer and became a business executive, dealing in diamonds..

Saturday night it had worked a treat. He had seen her sitting alone at the other end of the bar. From that distance she looked very promising, with a good, high cheek-boned face, surrounded by loose lioness coloured hair to her shoulder. The slack top she was wearing, hung from what appeared to be very impressive breasts.

In no time he had stood close, been told there was a seat beside her, and in no time they were in conversation. She possessed the voice of the educated super rich, and she told him she was a fashion model staying in the hotel for one night only. Clearly this was a plum worth picking. He watched her blue eyes widen at the mention of his work in diamonds. She allowed him to buy her a drink, as he noticed the slit in her three quarter skirt, parted to reveal bare knee and thigh. His cock twitched immediately.

.From the course of the conversation she was clearly in the 'curious about black skin' category. He talked her into a twirl on the dance floor, and she was pressed close to him, becoming very aware of his hardening cock, pushing against her. Her eyes looked up at him, but she didn't back away.

After the dance, they finished their drinks and she leaned towards him and whispered, "I've drink up in my room, supplied by my agent. So it's free." Her face looked uncertain. "Only if you want to."

"Is the view good up there?" he asked, keeping the laugh out of his voice.

But she took his meaning well, "Fabulous."

Up in her fourth floor room she told him to take off his jacket while she fixed drinks, but he grabbed her hand, saying, "Drink later. Would you do something about this?" And he pulled her hand over his semi erect cock. He knew he was taking a risk. She might scream blue murder. But as he released her hand, it remained there, moving over the material of his pants.

"Oh, yes, that is impressive," she gasped. Her eyes were wide and moist looking up at him."I've never done it with a black man."

"Have you done it with anybody?"

"Oh, yes, quite a few. One of them even discovered something that I didn't think I'd like."

He didn't ask any more questions as he unbuttoned the back of the top she was wearing, and she fumbled at his shirt. He had her down to bra and panties in no time, while she removed his shirt and ran her fingers over his chest. Her bra was next, flimsy and easily shifted to reveal really firm breasts with brown nipples. He bent to kiss them, and she gasped as his hands pushed down her panties.

"Such black skin," she sighed, running her hands and mouth over his shoulders and chest. God, she was good. His erection was now aching against his pants. He unbuckled himself, and pushed everything down. His rigid cock immediately shot up against her, and she gave off an 'Oh' sound, as she reached down for it. 

Naked she stepped away from him, and gazed, wide eyed. "I've never—no, never—seen one so big."

"And so black," he said teasingly, as he let his fingers drift down to her bush, and tickle at the edge of her valley. Her fingers moved tentatively along his throbbing cock. "God, is it getting bigger?"

He grinned at her, "If you treat it kindly," he said . 

"Does it like being kissed?" she asked coyly.

"Black ones bite."

She laughed, and going down on her knees, ran her lips from head to hilt along it. Her tongue made the journey back to the purple head, and licked all round it. Jesus, she knew her stuff, this one.

"Is this what the guy taught you that you didn't think you'd like."

"Oh, no, I've been doing this for a long time." Such a dulcet tone of voice, and no sooner had she spoken than her lips closed completely around his cock and sucked on it without taking it too deeply.

Mick put a hand on her head, really reluctant to stop her, but saying, "Shouldn't we lie down somewhere?"

Without delay she released his erection from her lips, and led him to the tidy bedroom, without ever letting go of his solid cock. She stopped by the side of the bed, and looked back at him provocatively."And now?" she asked.

Mick's answer to that was to give her a quick smile, push her onto her back and slide his heaving cock into her already soaking depths. No foreplay this time. He gave her everything, and she took it all eagerly, wildly responding to his every thrust. She came just ahead of him and they hit a real high.

Rested, he licked and fingered her warm moist nest. She was avid to return the compliment by drawing his hefty penis deep to the back of her throat, sucking lustily. At that point she made a move that could have spoiled the whole evening.

Releasing his penis from her mouth, she held it in her hand, and looking up at him, said, "He's nice and lubricated. Would you like to put him where I once thought I wouldn't like it?"

"And where's that?"

"Up my bottom."

Up my bottom? Is that how posh people talked about it? If it hadn't hit him with a stark reminder of times past, he might have laughed. But seven years earlier, performing that very act on a reluctant young woman, he had thought she was bucking him with wild passion when she was actually in her death throes. Since that time he had never been able to do that.

"I don't do that," he said quietly, feeling his erection, still in her hand, lose a little steam at the memory.

"Why?" And she sounded disappointed. 

He made up his story. "Have you ever had one this size up there?"

"God, I have to admit-no."

"Too dangerous. Believe me,I know."

With a shrug, she simply said, "Fair enough." And proceeded to take him, semi erect back into her mouth, where she quickly sucked him back to full power, squeezing his scrotum and urging him to flood into her throat. He succumbed to those demands with some gusto, pouring wave after wave down her model's throat.

As he slid out of her mouth she licked a few remaining drops from the purple head, and murmured, "Mm, black is best."

They screwed twice more before he left and that was it.

Sitting now in his chair, recalling it, he had to admit, that one little blip apart, it had been one of the best one nighters ever .For some strange reason, since that worrying incident seven years ago, his technique with women had improved. And he needed it more often. He found he got a lot more out of it by acting cool, but letting them know what he expected.

Hell, thinking about the other night was making him feel horny. It was just turned eight thirty. Maybe he could just go to one of the local clubs he frequented, pick up one of the 'easies' that were always there, and shaft her up against a wall. Better still, get her to give him a blow job, and then come home for an early night. Damned sure he needed it. His cock was rising inside his jeans in anticipation.

It was at that moment his doorbell rang. Who the hell could that be? He didn't get many visitors. Probably somebody selling something. He went into the hall and opened the front door. What a surprise!

"Hello, boss, what are you doing here?" In the back of his mind was the recent bad attitude, but his boss looked a bit grim.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Mick. Would you mind if I use your toilet? I was driving by, and just felt so sick. Hope you don't mind?"

Could be a route back into his good books, was on Mick's mind. "Sure, nearest one is through the back there."

David Turton stepped to one side, and drew a young woman alongside. "Mind if she waits inside? Didn't want to leave her in the car."

'Mick was staring wide eyed at the raven haired beauty at his boss's side. Black hair was fashioned to fall over part of her face, and the blue coat she was wearing did nothing to disguise the curves that lay underneath.

"No, no. Come on in. Just through the back, boss, as I said." Mick couldn't take his eyes off this luscious creature. The boss must have some charm. He led her into the front room and indicated the sofa. Mick held his hand in front of him to hide the extra bulge that her appearance had provoked. 

She smiled at him, loosened two buttons on her coat, and said, "Phew, it's warm in here. Mind if I take my coat off."

Mick was thinking that he wouldn't mind if she took everything off. But as they coat dropped away he could only think of what a lucky bastard his boss was. Under the coat the woman wore a yellow dress that buttoned down the front, and the top two buttons were unfastened to reveal a tantalizing amount of rounded bosom. Christ, you could even see her nipples pressed against the material.

He sat down in his chair, but leaned forward. She had crossed her legs, and he could see miles of delectable thigh. Desperate to find his voice he said, "Have you been with the bo—er—Mr Turton long?"

She uncrossed her legs and, just for an instant, he wondered if she was wearing any panties. Just a glimpse, but he wasn't sure. Then she said, "Oh, I'm not with Mr Turton in that sense. He's just giving me a lift home-from a builder's conference."

Mick's breath became uneven. She wasn't with the boss. Looking at her sitting there with that peek-a-boo hair style he'd make a bet that Turton would have that dress off her as soon as he got to her place.

She leaned forward and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?" Her eyes were lowered in the direction of his jeans. Could she see his bulge? What he could see was when she leaned forward her dress fell forward and he could see almost both breasts. Was she wearing anything under that damned dress?

At that moment Turton came back, looking pallid, and very unhappy. "I'm feeling really rough. I'm sorry, Tina, I'll have to get you a taxi."

Mick couldn't believe his luck. A chance to jump in. "Don't do that .boss. I'll give her a lift." Wouldn't he just, though?

. "You sure, Mick?"

"That would be very kind of you," the woman he'd called Tina said, and she bathed him with the most sensuous of smiles.

"Thanks for that, Mick. I'll just get away then. Might see you sometime,Tina."

With no further ado, he was gone out of the front door. Mick turned to Tina and almost gawping at her fully exposed thighs, he asked, "Can I get you anything?"

"Can I get you anything?" she responded, with a wicked glance at his groin.

Wow, this one was an in-house special.. What a night this could be.

He sat opposite her again, "Could show me what you've got under that dress."

"You could show me what's making that bulge," she teased, and as she talked she unfastened another two buttons. The dress gaped. No bra, and both breasts were all but exposed.

Fascinated by the sight of her, and her continued unfastening, he quickly unzipped his jeans, pulled them down, and watched her face as his black cock burst out pointing up at her face. This was a trick his mate, Vince had recommended.

"Had it black like this?" he asked, feeling so sure of himself now.

"Not like that," she said, parting her dress completely, and confirming that she had been wearing nothing at all underneath. The blonde fuzz of her bush was a surprise. Blonde hair, black bush, yes, but black hair, blonde bush, now that was a something he hadn't experienced.

"Fancy handling it?" he asked.

She appeared to ponder that for a moment, "You bet I'll handle it-and more. But now, at this moment, I'd like your face-down here." And she lay back, spread her legs, and lifted her thighs towards him.

Good things come, good things go, but Mick felt he was having a very good week indeed, as he dropped to his knees in front of her, briefly stroked along the blonde fuzz of her, before he buried his face where she wanted it, and licked solidly along her crevice. Creamy as hell, and already moistening, she was going to be everything he-the roof came down on his head.

Slowly, head thumping painfully, his senses began to return. What was happening? For a while he was just content to lie. Lie? Why was he lying face down across the table? The light was dimmer than he remembered. He tried to sit back. His arms wouldn't move. Consciousness was returning fast. His head hung over one side and he could see his arms spread to be tied to the table legs. It was only a small table and the other side dug painfully into his lower belly as his legs too were pulled down tight and widespread. He struggled but the bindings were tight. Christ, there was even a binding around his waist so that he couldn't move at all.. Panic seized him. 

What in hell's name? Then he saw her. She stood in front of the sofa where, he recalled now, he'd been mouthing her, and she was still naked, watching him, a disturbing kind of smile on her face, triumphant, threatening. "Look at me," she ordered. "Look at me very hard."

He had to hold his head back to keep his eyes on her. A steady terror was building inside him. Terror borne of not understanding why this was happening. Terror, with the knowledge that something terrible was going to happen. Something terrible had happened already. He was naked, spread-eagled on his own table. His stomach was churning.

"Look at me. Look down here, look at the colour of that hair. If the hair on my head was this colour and not black." And she flicked her dark hair away from her face. "Look hard. Imagine."

He did look. The hair, the face-oh, God the face. Seven years stripped away. This couldn't be. It had to be a nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Please, God, let me wake up. But the tautness of his bonds, the ache of holding his head back, the pull on his legs strapped to the table behind him somewhere. All of it, told him, this was no dream. A living nightmare.

"Get the picture, you bastard?" The male voice from behind startled him. He forced his head to turn sideways, as another figure moved into his vision.

"Boss! Thank God you're here, boss. I thought—"

His boss ignored him, and said the woman," You think you can handle this?"

"She wants me to."

David Turton, his boss, was handing something long and heavy to the naked woman. Tremors shook Mick's body when he saw they were the huge cutters they used on chains or metal bands. 

Without another word the woman walked around to the other side of the table behind him. "What—are you going to do?"

His boss appeared in front of him, a large rag in his hand, and he forced it into Mick's mouth. "Would love to hear you scream, like she screamed, but can't take risks."

At that moment, Mick felt the touch of cold steel at the base of his scrotum. No, no, not that. Jesus God, not that. The next second came the most agonizing, most excruciating, harrowing pain he had ever known. Pain so searing, that he must have passed out.

He came to in a haze of shock. He moved his head slightly. His mouth was still blocked with the cloth. "He's back." He heard the woman's voice say. 

"Right, I'll get it from the stove." His boss's reply.

Mick's senses were all but gone. His lower body, he felt, could take no more, just a sea of pain. He heard their voices to one side.

Turton said, "You want to handle this?"

"I'm not sure if—"

"I'll do it-you tell him, before it's too late."

Mick tried to twist his head, caught a glimpse of Turton, and what was in his hand. His heart froze. His boss was holding a length of steel that was red hot at one end. He tried to cry out, but couldn't. He knew exactly what the intention was, especially when his boss moved behind him and fingers parted the cheeks of his buttocks.

The woman had come to stand in front of him. That golden bush not far from his face as she said, "This is what you were giving her as she died. My sister. May you rot in hell."

He tried to appeal to her with his eyes. Suddenly, there was nothing as the searing rod ploughed into his anus and sizzled its way up into his bowel. Shear purgatory for only seconds, then he died.

.......

They drove back in silence for a while.. Everything was cleared up. The body rolled off the table onto the floor. Nothing left behind to incriminate them. The trophy for Sara was safe in a plastic bag.

"God, I didn't think I could go through with that."

David couldn't have agreed more, "You need a lot of hate to carry out something like that," he said quietly.

"Just having his eyes feasting on my nakedness was bad enough. But then when he touched me, I could have vomited. I'm glad you were quick with the baseball bat."

David nodded. He was pleased that the first part of the plan had worked so well. He had feigned illness, to get through to the toilet and unlock the backdoor at the same time. His one worry had been that impulse to smash his skull completely, when he saw him with his head between her legs. However, it had worked well.

Tina put his arm through his carefully as he drove, "I was a little shocked at myself at how easy cutting off his -er—equipment was."

"The need for vengeance is a strong emotion."

Arriving back at the bungalow, Tina carried in the plastic bag."I'll just wait for her message." she said, "see what she wants to do with this."

"And how she wants the next one handled.?" he asked.

"I know that already," Tina said. "She wants to be involved with this one. So it has to be here, where her power lies."

David thought about that for a moment, "That's going to be tricky. The mess and all. She going to do it all."

"Not sure. Her power may be diminishing. Strong when she showed herself to the tramp. Dreamlike when she came to you-fortunately. So I'll need to be on hand, in case she needs me."

"We'll need to work out how it will work anyway."

Tina was staring straight ahead of her, her brow furrowed, her hand drifting up to touch her black hair. Her head nodded, as though in answer to a question. Another nod, before she turned to David, "She's pleased it worked so well. Felt the release, she says. Wants his bits kept until we've got the other one."

David nodded, just a little worried about the final act having to be carried out here in his home, but he knew they'd work something out. They had to, and it would have to be something positive. Already he was aware that, as his employer, he would be facing questions about Mick Donley. When Vince Coulby followed, it would be very tragic, but for the police, just a little too coincidental. However, he was. pretty confident they could deal with that. After all, what did he know about the private lives of his two employees? 




Ghostly Spirit Seeks Revenge Ch. 02



.......

On the last day of his life, Vince Coulby was just a bit pissed off. Sometimes life really kicks you in the teeth. After weeks of just about ignoring him, his boss would choose this night to ask him to look at a job he wanted doing at his bungalow. The promise of a drink, hardly impinged on his annoyance about the timing. But the extra money for the job was something he couldn't refuse. What he should be doing on this particular night was repeating exactly what he had been doing on the previous evening, and that was having his cock worshipped by a tall, delectable redhead called Lana.. 

Hell, she hadn't been the first to be overwhelmed by the size he displayed, even when it was flaccid, and it wasn't flaccid for long when there was a willing lady around. Often it would begin to rise just viewing a swaying female buttock out on the street. Such an incorrigible organ, and he was proud of it.

There was only one other thing that bothered him about the coming evening. He had been dubious when he heard his boss had bought that cottage. Of all the cottages that must be on the market he had to choose that one. Vince hadn't been in it since that evening seven years ago that had gone so wrong. Still, they had got away with that. But he wondered how he would feel when he went back.

Thinking about that time brought Mick Donley to mind. He had been horrified to hear what happened to one of his best mates. Police had been to the builder's yard asking questions, but all he had been told was that it had been a particularly brutal murder. Mutilation was mentioned. Christ, who would do something like that? Fortunately, he had a lady who willingly supplied him with his alibi. She had said she would give him a recommendation if he needed it. .

His boss, David Turton, had mentioned it when he'd approached him that morning. "Terrible thing that happened to Mick last week. Good mates, weren't you?" 

Vince had been a little surprised by the approach, because he'd felt that the boss had been very cool towards him lately, but he went along with it, "It was another mate killed violently."

"Another mate? Violently, you say. Was he murdered?"

"No, smashed his motor bike into a bridge parapet. Just twenty one, he was."

"What was his name?"

"We called him Sonny, mainly because he was younger than us. Had knocked around with us since he was eighteen.His real name was Peter Parton"

"How long ago was this?"

Vince had to think for just a moment, "Oh, it'd be about five years."

Vince had been surprised at the interest the boss had shown in that little story. But was even more surprised when he came up with his offer. "Listen, Vince, I'd like you to pop over to my place tonight. I fancy an extra, low short wall beyond the patio. We could have a drink and I'll show you what I want. Seven thirty all right?"

At that point Vince could only see Lana's thighs parting for him, and he hesitated with his reply.

"There's ten grand in it for you, but no word to anyone else. Don't want you being seen as favoured. But I know you do good work."

Ten grand? For what might be just one day's work. Lana could surely wait for one more night. He'd phoned her, and told her he was building up his strength to screw her real good.

Not that their last meeting hadn't been real good. And talk about taking your chances! His job had finished early, and he had gone home, bathed and changed and decided to take a walk around town. No real reason, no real goal, he just had these occasional aimless urges.

Parking his car in the multi-storey car park, he decided to have himself a coffee, and a doughnut. It was as he came out of the café that this tall willowy figure came out of the clothing store next door, juggling with several packages. Her flaming red hair was eye catching enough, but the slender shapely body was not disguised by a short jacket she was wearing.

From that point everything worked as though pre-ordained. She dropped a package, he offered to help and she accepted, after casting him an up and down look of approval. Her car was in the multi-storey, she told him, and when they reached it, Vince saw that it was only three cars away from his own. The next major event was the fact that she discovered she had a puncture. Ready to see to that, he found that she hadn't a spare. He offered her a lift, and she accepted, saying that she would phone her garage to see to the car.

Better and better, she had an apartment by the river. Very up-market, and Vince had thoughts of poor Mick and his boasting about his hotel conquests. He carried her packages up one flight of stairs watching the long legs, and her tick-tock backside right in front of his eyes. That set him twitching inside his pants.

Her apartment was elegantly furnished in feminine fashion, all whites and reds. He said yes to her offer of coffee, even though he'd just had one. All he hoped for was that this would move somewhere. She sat beside him on the sofa, having shed her jacket to reveal a blouse that showed an intriguing cleavage, between generous mounds.

Putting down her coffee she asked if she could give him a thank you kiss. Needing no further urging he leaned into her and their mouths meshed, tongue searching tongue.

In only seconds she drew away, her head nodded, and she led him to her bedroom, all girlie pink. Too good to be true, but this sort of thing had happened to him before. They stood by the bed, and he watched as she slowly, and provocatively removed her blouse, to reveal a flimsy bra. Vince unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Stepping out of her skirt, she viewed his muscled chest and murmured, "Mm." Before her eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants, and her eyes widened, "Is that all it seems?"

Vince was playing the strong silent type, as he removed her bra, and slid his hands inside the waistband of her panties, sliding them down, until she wriggled her legs to help them down. And there it was, a genuine fiery burning bush, exactly the colour of her hair.

"You're really something," he made his first statement. "Now, sit on the bed."

She did as instructed, and looked up at him expectantly.

Vince unfastened his pants, and let them drop. The bulge in his boxer shorts had her open-mouthed. Deliberately, having done this before with quite a few women, he stood directly in front of her, and slowly, very slowly he lowered his shorts. He knew she could see his black pubic hair and a distorted bulge, and her mouth gaped in anticipation. At last he reached that point where he knew just one more push would release him. He made the move.

His monstrous erection sprang up, almost striking under Lana's nose, so that she momentarily leaned back, before reaching out to touch it, almost cautiously, but with definite eagerness.

"My God, I've never seen, never had one like this."

"Fancy it?" He was in his element. The whole process had been so fortuitous, and now was the time to enjoy it to the full, as her hands began playing up and down his cock, as though fingering a musical instrument. From his standing position he reached down and stroked her pointing, pink nippled breasts. She sighed, as she leaned only slightly forward to touch her tongue to his purple tip. 

Wanting more, he laid her backwards as he went with her, giving her mouth greater access to his rigid penis. Her mouth opened to welcome it, as he swiveled round, to bury his face into her fiery fuzz. Sixty nine achieved, he felt her absorb a good length of his cock along her slobbering tongue, as he ploughed his own tongue along her groove to reach the spot where he knew her clit dwelt.

Her hands were working around his scrotum and then pulling at the hilt end of his cock that she hadn't taken. Maybe couldn't take. God, that was good. His own fingers had ploughed deep along her furrow to reach the vaginal lips into which he inserted two fingers.

At that point she pulled her mouth away from his erection and growled, "I want to fuck now. I haven't got much time this evening."

He came up out of her, but she held him down for a moment, as she played a different tune on his cock. She sat up over him, and he wallowed in the adoration she favoured upon him. Two hands working over it up and down. "It really is magnificent," she murmured, making it swell greater with pride. "Now put it in me." And she lay back, raised her knees, parted her thighs, pulled him towards her, he , rolled over her, and had her guide his throbbing cock into her soaking grasping portal.

He drove into her hard, heard her gasp with the power of it, but felt the ridges of her vaginal walls pulling him ever upwards. Back half a stroke, then forward a full stroke, they went like that for some time. He raised himself slightly over her so that each stroke connected with her clit, at the beginning of the glide.

Listening to her breathing, while thrusting and sucking on one of her elegant breasts, he began a faster rhythm. Judging she was close to climax, he pumped even faster and harder, listening to her grunts and moans of delight. Faster and faster, harder and harder, and her pelvic thrusts were matching his, as she raised up from the bed to match his ardour.

"Aah, I'm coming. I'm coming, Eeeeeh"

And she was bouncing ,heaving and biting into his shoulder as he took one double thrust and shot all he had deep into her.

"Funny noises, you make," he said, after recovering his breath.

She sat up over him, laughing and said, "Pity we have had to rush this. But we'll see who makes funny noises tomorrow night when I have a real go at your monster." And without further ado, she bent and took his deflating cock into her mouth, sucked on it and all the juices there, before releasing him.

"Tomorrow night, we'll give plenty of time to sharing some real action."

And that was the promise he had to shelve for a visit to his boss. Still the following night held just as much promise. 

At have past seven on the dot, he turned the car into the lane leading to the bungalow, noticing that the sign said 'Brooksley Cottage', but he had heard that the boss always called it a bungalow. He had a funny feeling inside about being here, and when the boss welcomed him at the front door there was a strange shiver ran through him. His stupid imagination.

David Turton led him through to the living room, where one of the first things he saw was the bottle of champagne and two glasses standing on the coffee table.

"You'll take a drop of champagne?" Turton asked, already beginning to pour.

"I'm an ale man, really," Vince said, noting the fresh decoration around the place.

"Oh, so am I. But now and again it's good to spoil yourself."

Vince took the sparkling glass, said his thanks, and added, "I see you're getting on well with the decorating. Sam Connor said that's how you were spending your time."

Turton nodded, "Plenty of work. Bring your drink and I'll show you what's been done, and what I want you to do."

Out in the hall, his boss indicated the amount of wallpaper that had been needed for that. Then into a smaller bedroom, that had a pale blue paper, and it was all very boring as far as Vince was concerned. He felt like saying, just show me what you want, and let me get the hell out of here. There was an uncomfortable coldness about the place.

"And just across here is the main bedroom," Turton said, his hand already on the doorknob.

I don't really want to go in there, Vince thought. But what could he do? As his boss pushed open the door and went in, he just had to follow. 

Immediately, he was struck by an extra chill, as though someone had opened a fridge door and all the air had been sucked into this room He was pleased to see that it hardly looked the same. No rose patterned wallpaper, but the bed was in the same place. And he thought he was going crazy as he thought he heard that scream from all those years ago.

He felt his boss's eyes on him, and he was feeling strangely woozy. Christ, it was the effect of this place, Even his legs felt wobbly. Get me out of this room. 

"Where's the job you want doing?" he asked rather hastily.

"Keen to see it, are you?" Turton said, with a smile. Then, frowning a little, he asked, "Are you feeling all right, Vince?"

What could he say? This place gives me the creeps? All he could say was, "Just a bit rough. Maybe a touch of fresh air, will—" But, even as he spoke, he stumbled. What the hell was the matter with him?

Turton was leading him through the kitchen to a side door," Through here," he was saying. "Best going through the garage."

Vince was worried now. The few steps needed to follow Turton out to the garage took monumental effort. After just one drink? The drink—what was-?

He stood on the threshold of the garage, and Turton was standing watching him. A garage with plastic on the floor? But his vision was impaired , the garage was spinning madly. He was falling—he was—Blackness.

Slowly he opened his eyes, unsure of where he was or what had happened.. Lying on his back he was staring up, into the gloom, at a ceiling laced with wooden spars. Where was this? His nose itched, and he tried to scratch it. His hand couldn't move. It was tied. Uncertainty, and a measure of panic swept over him, as he found both arms tied, his legs too. He could only move his head.. 

What the fuck was happening here? Jesus, he was buck naked. It was plastic sheeting under him, and he was spread-eagled. The garage, he now recalled, his boss was taking him into the garage That is where he was, he realised as his eyes became used to the gloom. He tried to yell and found that his mouth had been taped. Was this some kind of joke?

Then the overhead neon light flashed on, and he was temporarily blinded,. blinking wildly in the glare. If somebody had turned the light on they had to be behind him, out of his line of vision. .

His eyes adjusting to the light, he turned his head to one side. And his heart leapt in his chest. A stark naked blonde woman was standing there, hands on hips, as though challenging him. In how many situations would this have been a sensuous thrill. for him? The woman was exquisite with firm breasts, flat belly and parted thighs that revealed, through the blonde bush, a hint of delicate labia.

The face could have been one of extreme beauty but there was something about this face that chilled his soul. Lips slightly parted, eyes of green that he was sure flashed red. Pure hate and venom seemed to be pouring at him from that face.

"Look at me. Remember me. Remember. Then regret." Suddenly she gave out one blood curdling scream, and the voice that came from her lips was deep, like a man's. "Not many folk around, dearie. Save your breath."

That scream, those words, from Mick, weren't they. He did remember, and knew it couldn't be. She was dead. So this was some kind of game, wasn't it? His brain wouldn't let him accept that. How could anyone know those words?

She moved forward, and he flinched, not knowing what to expect. Now she placed one foot on either side of his head, and he was looking up into what should have been the blonde furred gates of heaven, yet he feared they could be the gates of Hell.

Still with legs astride, the woman shuffled back wards over his body. Her voice was harsh female again, "You've had your last look. Now have your last thrill."

She had reached his hips .where his cock lay, long and limp across his thigh. He saw her bend, and he had to raise his head to see her reach out and touch it.

Her eyes, hard as emeralds, looked up at him, as she began to stroke, and lift his flaccid manhood. The strokes were deep and long. It was all surely too fearful for his to respond. But her touch was having an effect. Jesus, that felt good, and maybe this was all some kind of dangerous game.

"Has a life of its own, doesn't it?" her voice was deep and hollow sounding.

Breathing deeply he couldn't believe that he was almost fully erect, and a greater shock came when she leaned forward and licked at the purple head, before her lips enveloped his cock completely. This was amazing, he thought, and she was damned good. Frustrating because he longed to touch her tits, or suck into her.

At that moment, his whole dream shattered as felt her teeth bite hard into his throbbing flesh. His scream of despair was trapped behind his taped mouth. He jerked his body, to no avail.

She released his erection from her lips, and reaching behind her, she produced large bolt cutting shears. What was she intending? But his brain told him., and terror seized him, as he tried to thrash his body free. His erection hadn't had time to recede from the recent shock, and his next sensation was the feel of cold steel behind his scrotum.

"Say goodbye to all erections," she hissed, and snapped the handles together. Biting, searing, stabbing pain racked his whole body, with its centre in his groin. Prevented from crying out, his whole body heaved, and tears filled his eyes. That pulsing, was it the blood gushing out of him. 

Through a haze of tears, he saw her stand, and she was spattered with blood, his blood. She still held the cutters, and in their jaws were his blood stained, dripping genitalia. "I have the set now," she growled, releasing the cutter jaws over a bench, from which she picked up-God, a black cock and balls. Mick! It was she who'd taken Mick..

Putting that down she picked up two more items, held one behind her back, the other, he could see through his misted agony, was a large bulldog clip, the kind used for gripping many sheets of paper together. She kneeled down beside him. "A lot of pain, is there? I hope so." The green eyes viewed him meanly. "Now, it's closure time."

With that she stripped the tape from his mouth, and as he released his cries of hate, of pleading of fear,. she opened the bulldog clip, and placed it over his nose. The clip itself was sharp and painful, but it also cut off any breathing through his nose. He opened his mouth to gulp in air, and that was when she produced the second object-a large red dildo. The moment he saw it he knew,. knew without any doubt, the significance of this piece of equipment. 

She moved to push it into his mouth, but he turned his head away, sucked in air, and started moving his head from side to side, to prevent entry..

Suddenly, another pair of hands was clutching at each side of his head. Looking up, in despair, he was suddenly filled with hope. "Boss, you! Thank—"

But even as he spoke the woman had forced the dildo into his open mouth. He tried to stop its progress by biting on it, but he had to breathe. Relentlessly, it was forced in deeply to the back.

Practically the last sound Vince heard was, "I'm right down into her throat," It came from her lips, but it might have been his own voice. The dildo head was indeed way deep into his throat, blocking his air supply. His lungs fought for air. There was none. His body twitched and he felt his eyeballs bulging. He couldn't—breathe—there—

"My name was Sara." Filled his head, and he was gone.

.......

Clearing up was messy, and David was glad when the body was all wrapped and bound with parcel tape. Everything had gone well so far. The doctored drink had been ideal. Tina, no, it wasn't Tina, what he had watched and what he had heard from her told him that. She had shown things that Tina couldn't know. Sara's spirit had taken charge of Tina's body. He prayed to God that this could be reversed. So it was Sara who had stood by, still naked, still blood stained, and watching while he completed the clearing up. How could he work like this, knowing without a doubt that he was in the company of a spirit? He'd never in all his life believed in a spirit world. But here he was. 

Not Tina, he knew, when she said, "One more function before I return this to my sister." She passed a hand down over her body, turned to the bench, and in each hand, picked up a set of genitals.




Ghostly Spirit Seeks Revenge Ch. 02



"Would you light them up, please? I can't venture outside."

Everything was prepared for this part of Sara's demands. Out on the patio, an old disposable barbecue was already lit. Having no wish to handle the items in question, David held out the large tin containing a quantity of paraffin, and Sara dropped them in.

David shook the can around to thoroughly coat the genitals. Out on the patio, with Sara watching from the doorway, and using a pair of tongs, he fished out one piece and placed it on the glowing coals. There was an instant flaring up, and David quickly added the second set. Ironically he thought it was no different than adding a chicken leg to a normal barbecue. Only here, being coated in paraffin, the male genitalia flared furiously for a while.

He saw Sara standing with arms folded, a satisfied smile on her face, as the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

"I'll shower. Tina wouldn't appreciate getting her body back in this state." Her eyes lingered on David for along moment, before glancing at the crisping genitalia on the glowing hot coals. Then she moved out of sight.

David checked the whole garage to ensure nothing had been missed. The dildo had been left in Vince Coulby's mouth, and the cutters were in a bag, and would go into the river, with the body. Later he would ensure there was nothing but ash in the barbecue and that would be scattered from a bag as he took his next walk.

He went through to the bedroom and was surprised to find Tina stretched out on the bed, still naked, and looking utterly beautiful. But was it Tina?

Tentatively, he leaned over her and whispered, "Tina. Wake up."

Her eyes opened instantly, and looked at him with a worried frown. "Is it all over, David?" 

"It is. But there's the body to remove."

"She took me completely. Used my body and my mind. What happened?"

"I'll tell you while we take this final step. Get dressed."

She held out her arms, "Hold me, David. Just hold me."

It was no hardship clinging to that wonderful body, and he knew they needed each other desperately.

As she dressed, Tina looked at him, and said suddenly, "She's still here. She's staying until the body is gone."

"Then let's do it."

They had it all planned. Carrying Vince's body from the garage to the boot of his own car was difficult. He had been a hefty man, but they managed it. David drove Vince's car, while Tina followed in hers. Through the village and out beyond the town was a spot where the road came as close to the river as it ever did. It was a spot where the river flowed deep, and after recent heavy rain, it was in full flow. 

The whole operation went off just as they'd hoped it would. After they watched the wrapped body float out into the turbulent waters, before sinking out of sight, David flung the bag containing the cutters as far out as he could.

Then they drove a couple of miles away from the river, abandoned Vince's car, and drove back to the cottage. On the way, he outlined what had happened in the garage.

Back home, Tina looked at him, "I need a shower to wash all of this incident away."

"So do I."

After a blissful session together under the streaming water of the shower, they lay totally naked on the bed, as he stroked her breasts, and she brought up his erection to full power. Suddenly she sat up, "We forgot the wine. We need wine tonight. I'll get it." And she ran naked from the room.

David lay back and closed his eyes. Hoping he could hang on to this erection until she got back. A pair of cool lips brushed over his, a hand brushed around his penis, and, in his head, he heard, "Thank you, David. Goodbye."

He sat up, startled. At that moment Tina returned with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other."She's been, hasn't she?"

David nodded uncertainly.

"She told me she wanted to thank you. And she's gone now. At peace at last. She won't return." And David saw the tears on her cheeks.

For the rest of that night, and beyond, he made it his duty to ensure that no more tears sullied those cheeks.