1 comments/ 13951 views/ 4 favorites Wilder West Ch. 01 By: Sams_Island Chapter One: Young lovers meet the Spirit of Halloween Past SILVERTON, NEVADA: Barbara hurried to her hall locker to trade her algebra book for her economics text; they only had 5 minutes between classes. Her best friend Gina was already there waiting for her. "Well?" Gina asked. "My folks said yes," Barbara answered with a small, wicked smile. "This is going to be the best Halloween yet," declared Gina, her own smile growing. "I am a little worried about the location," Barbara admitted. "Sure it's Halloween, but that place may be too creepy to relax and, um, party." "Creepier than a graveyard? Creepier than a funeral home?" her girlfriend asked, referring to the sites of their last two Halloween parties. "Okay, those were spooky, but neither had a reputation for being haunted." "Well," Gina laughed, closing her locker as the next class bell rang, "if any ghosts do want to join the party I hope they have big cocks." Even after all these years Gina could still shock Barbara, whose jaw dropped until she too started laughing as the girls headed down the hall to their next class. For the girls' boyfriends, Paul and Jerry, it was gym period and they were running warm up laps before heading off to their respective sport conditioning sessions. Silverton High was too small to support big team sports like football or baseball, but its basketball team was often a contender in the state tournament and Paul was its Captain and Point Guard. Jerry was several inches shorter than his friend and they looked a bit like Mutt and Jeff as they ran side by side, but no one would make such a comment where Jerry could hear it. He may have been one of the shorter Senior boys at 5' 7", but every inch of that height was covered in muscle and the smart money said he would repeat as a Nevada State Champion even though he was wrestling two weight classes higher than last year when he'd pinned his opponent in the first minute of the championship match. "Fuckin' O'Reilly's!" the long-legged basketball star said with admiration. "Good one, Jerry. That place gives me the creeps just driving past it. The girls are going to be shaking in their boots." "Shaking OUT of their boots, I hope," the wrestler laughed. "And everything else," Paul agreed; the two boys bumped fists. "Hey," Paul said. "That place is pretty old and run down; it's not going to collapse around our ears, is it?" "No," Jerry reassured him. "I went in and checked it out..." "You went in to O'Reilly's!?" Paul interrupted. "Yeah," the wrestler said with a sort of faraway sound. Shaking his head he continued. "Maybe I was just worried about the cops catching me trespassing, but I swear I was on edge the whole time I was in there; like someone was always standing right over my shoulder -- and it was high noon with the sun pouring through the windows that weren't boarded up." "You always were a crazy motherfucker. That's why I let your short ass hang out with me." Paul was probably the only boy in school who could say something like that without finding himself face down in the dirt. "I just seem crazy because you're such a pussy." "A pussy, eh? Well you know what they say; you are what you eat. Asshole." Laughing, the two star jocks pulled up in front of the gym, ready to split up. "Oh, hey!" Jerry remembered. "I did find out one cool thing. The old place has electricity." "No shit?" "No shit. Turns out that since it's actually county property and on the list of Historical Old Rundown Buildings or whatever that list is, the utility company provides the power for free." Jerry's dad was the town's lead electrician and had records on all the government buildings. Jerry was a pretty fair electrician himself. He might have dreams of Olympic wrestling glory in the back of his mind, but he knew that in the end he'd have to have a day job and he'd been hanging around his dad's shop his whole life. "The wiring is old and there's no meter, so I guess it got hooked up back in the '50s or even earlier and no one knows or cares that it's on the grid." "So, what are you thinking?" Paul asked jokingly. "Stereo, bar fridge,...?" "No, the wiring's fucking old, I wouldn't want to push it too hard, but I do think we can get away with a couple of small space heaters set on low so we don't freeze our asses off." "My friend, sometimes I fear you are too practical and will completely civilize any fear of ghosts right out of the place. On the other hand," he added with a leer, "if the girls don't have to stay hidden under the blankets to keep warm we're going to enjoy a much better show." The two bumped fists again and headed off to the basketball court and wrestling room; Jerry imagining Gina's long legs wrapped around Paul as his friend pounded her and Paul having a vision of Barb's big tits bouncing underneath her while Jerry took her doggy style. "I love Halloween," two horny 18-year olds thought. At O'Reilly's something hung in the air. A spark almost described it, but not quite. It was more like static electricity; the potential for a spark, but still needing the finger touched to metal to make it arc. A candle about to flicker out from lack of oxygen suddenly revived by a slight breeze. A rechargeable battery attached to the charger just long enough to keep it from fading completely. The spark, the candle, the battery's name was Molly. IRELAND - 1846: The great potato famine was wreaking havoc on the Emerald Isle and causing a massive wave of immigration to America. Patrick McCoy had special skills that meant he could probably protect his family from the extreme hardship so many of his countrymen were facing, but still the dream of the new world called out to him. When his wife told him that their third child was on the way most people expected Patrick to put away the uncertainty of such a drastic move and to concentrate on providing a secure, stable home for his growing family. But Patrick took it the opposite way; as a sign that he Should join the wave of green flowing across the Atlantic. They should go now so that the next McCoy would be born in the United States; would be born an American. And that is how a red-haired girl named Molly, after her grandmother, came to be born in New York early in 1847. Unlike so many of his brethren Patrick McCoy arrived at Ellis Island with some savings, skills much wanted in his adopted country, and letters of introduction to help him meet the people who would pay for those skills. Patrick was a railroad man. Not just a strong back that could drive a spike, but a sharp mind that could survey the rail bed before the tracks were laid and skilled hands that could keep the mighty steam locomotives running smoothly along those tracks afterward. America was expanding and she was expanding along her rail lines. Even during the terrible Civil War the tracks kept growing, like spider webs stretching out trying to hold the fractured country together. Then the discovery of gold and silver in the Wild West called out to the iron horses. When legions of Irish immigrants started pushing the Union Pacific west from the Mississippi Patrick was one of their leaders, having built a strong reputation in the American railroad world during more than a decade of brilliant, hard work. And as they had during all that time his family traveled with him as the tracks crawled across the Great Plains toward the formidable Rocky Mountains. His sons followed in their father's footsteps and learned everything from judging the soundness of a proposed rail bed to diagnosing problems with engines just from changes in their bellows and belches. His wife managed the camp stores, finding the foodstuffs and supplies needed for an army of laborers, organizing the kitchens and laundries, and basically providing the most civilized conditions possible for this huge enterprise. Baby Molly had grown up in rail yards and along the new tracks and now as they headed west she was a beautiful young woman serving as her mother's main assistant. In the old country she would probably already have been married for 4 or 5 years and had 2 kids of her own, but here she was as wild and free as this raw nation and had no intentions of settling down yet. It wasn't that she didn't get offers; men had been proposing marriage ever since she'd been 13 and her body had blossomed into full, round womanhood. And she didn't dislike the attention, in fact, just the opposite. More than like it, she loved it, she craved it, she reveled in it and this was probably the main reason she turned away all suitors who became too serious. Truth be told, Molly was a slut. A doctor of the day probably would have diagnosed her as a nymphomaniac and tried some drastic cure. But in the rough and tumble world of railroads, of strong, lonely men, there were no Sigmund Freuds trying to label all human behavior as some sort of sexual perversity. There were only men used to sharing everything, so why not share a comely lass who was such a joy after days of back-breaking labor? Now it was 1870 and just last year the McCoys had stood proudly together at Promontory Point, Utah as the ceremonial spike was driven, joining the Union Pacific and Central Pacific railroads; joining East and West. From there they had headed south; building the spurs and feeder lines to Salt Lake City and Denver. It was in Denver that Patrick McCoy finally decided to stop. The railroad had offered Patrick a job managing all their operations in this growing western hub and his body, tired and worn after so many hard years and miles, told his wandering spirit to take the offer. His older son kept moving south with the railroad, while his younger son switched from Union Pacific to Central Pacific and headed toward Golden California. Molly tearfully kissed her parents goodbye and headed off with her brother, thinking San Francisco better suited to her free spirit than Denver. SILVERTON HIGH SCHOOL -- PRESENT DAY: "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Barbara, happy birthday to you!" The crowd of students in the lunch room broke into cheers and applause as Barbara's cheeks glowed red in joyful embarrassment. Somehow her friends had managed to arrange a surprise birthday cake delivery right in the middle of lunch break. "Make a wish, baby," said her boyfriend Jerry. Barb gathered her wits and took a deep breath to blow out the 18 small candles. As she leaned over and extinguished the flames every boy and quite a few of the girls in the room admired how her healthy "lungs" inflated and her full lips pursed in a tight 'O'. Some girls were envious, but none were really jealous; Barbara McCoy was known as a genuinely kind girl who was nice to everyone and hadn't let her radiant beauty go to her head. Her life-long girlfriend Gina hugged her close and whispered in her ear, "I hope it was an adult wish since you're one of us now." One of the things that had first united the four friends was that all of their birthdays were in October, making them the first legal adults among their classmates, with Barb's birthday being the last of the four. "Very adult," the redhead whispered back with a giggle. Then Jerry was taking her in his powerful arms and kissing her deeply. Caught up in the moment the girl began to melt as she always did from the heat of his passion. Suddenly she remembered where they were and pushed him away with a light punch on his chest. "Stop that!" she said, swiveling her head around to see who had seen them. Unfortunately it appeared to be every kid in their small school. Jerry, Gina and Paul all broke out laughing at Barbara's discomfort. It always amused them to see how shy and reserved their sexy friend was in public while knowing just how really hot she was in private. There was nothing fake about it, Barb just really did think it was bad taste for people to have big public make out sessions. She knew it made others uncomfortable and she was naturally respectful and empathetic of other people's feelings. The rest of lunch hour was taken up by sharing out her birthday cake and acknowledging the well wishes of everyone who stopped by the table. Then the October Gang headed off to the only class they all shared -- Senior Study Hall. They were supposed to be working on their various Senior Projects or term papers or college searches, but today the only subject on their minds was Halloween. "I wasn't sure they were going to say yes," Barb was relating to the others. "'Why do you want to see that weird movie again?', my mom asked." The town tradition among Silverton High students was to watch 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' on Halloween at the town's small Bijou theater before heading off to whatever parties were happening. Mrs. McCoy had never seen Rocky Horror, but she'd heard the tales of freaks in costumes reciting all the lines, throwing things at the screen and other strange behavior. The rumors of drug and drink abuse associated with watching the movie were really what had Barbara's parents most worried. In the end, however, they gave in to their daughter's wishes; acknowledging that she actually was an adult now and most importantly that she'd never done anything to make them fear she didn't have the sense to keep away from bad situations. Now, if they had seen her last Halloween, holding hands with Gina across a casket in Thompson's funeral home as Paul and Jerry took them from behind they might think differently about letting their daughter go out again. To be fair, however, Barb had only had one glass of champagne that night, so she really was sensible when it came to avoiding stupid decisions based on drugs and booze. "Is it true what they say about O'Reilly's?" the curvy redhead asked. "Which part?" responded Jerry. "Yeah," added Paul. "The ghosts, the possessions, the abuse...?" "It's all true," insisted Gina, with a glint in her eye. The statuesque blonde leaned forward, resting her elbows on the library table, which squeezed her small, round breasts together in her low-cut sweater. "O'Reilly's Sanitarium: go there because you're crazy or go crazy because you're there?" O'REILLY's SANITARIUM - 1922: "Patient Jane Rostick has recurrent episodes of psychoneuroses," Dr. Gabriel Franck dictated to his secretary Frances. "These episodes are marked by high levels of anxiety and manifested by uncontrollable desires to masturbate." The doctor noted that the woman's cheeks reddened as she took down his notes. He took it as a sign of the woman's natural embarrassment with the subject and mentally applauded her for her reaction; if only Mrs. Rostick could learn to have the same healthy dislike for the self- destructive behavior of self-pleasuring. Frances Redmond felt herself flush at Dr. Franck's words and forced herself to concentrate on getting his words down in the Gregg shorthand she had learned working for the Army in the Great War. However, it wasn't her "natural embarrassment" with the patient's "sick" behavior that made her blood rise; it was the memory of watching through the window in the door of Jane Rostick's cell as the voluptuous mother of two played with herself. Jane was a young mother, pregnant with her second child when her husband Charlie left for England to fly with the British against the Germans. He had learned to fly from Orville Wright himself, and then went on to train other pilots. Knowing those skills were critical to the nascent military aviation efforts he had left his family behind to join the Royal Flying Corps and train new pilots while also flying reconnaissance missions over the trenches of France. Jane was angry, scared, and hurt that Charlie had abandoned them. That, plus her strong libido caused her to stray after he'd been gone almost two years. The betrayal of that dalliance ate at her; beginning cycles of nervous anxiety from guilt that could only be calmed by the passionate outburst of taking an illicit lover. When the Americans finally created their own flying units, Charlie, like many other U.S. pilots traded their British and French uniforms for American ones. It was then, in 1918, during the final summer of the War to End All Wars that Charlie's biplane was shot down. The skilled pilot managed to put the damaged craft down in a field and survived the crash landing, but two of the bullets that had disabled his plane had also disabled his manhood. So even after her husband returned from the war Jane's strong urges went unfulfilled and again she found herself in the arms of other men, continuing her cycles of guilt and passion. It became a vicious loop, feeding on itself and increasing Jane's day to day anxiety. She eventually found that climax through masturbation provided the necessary release for her nervous energies. This allowed her some control in staying away from other men, but her need to relive herself sometimes reached manic proportion and she would suddenly find herself rubbing her crotch at the dinner table or would have to excuse herself to the privacy of the bathroom while visitors were over. When she unconsciously began jerking herself off during a Sunday church service her poor husband had no choice but to check her into O'Reilly's Sanitarium in the hope they could cure his disturbed wife. Jane's addiction to masturbation was becoming more tragic. She was so desperate for the explosive release of pent up anxiety that came with orgasm that she rubbed harder and longer, which made her painfully sensitive and sore while simultaneously increasing her feelings of guilt. So it was becoming harder and harder for her to reach climax, which made her masturbate more, which made it harder to climax...it was a vicious cycle leading toward a complete breakdown. Unfortunately for Jane the doctors at O'Reilly's Sanitarium prescribed treatments that would probably make things worse rather than better. Fortunately for Jane, O'Reilly's also had one of the world's best sex therapists on staff -- although the doctors didn't know it. Jane was just what Molly needed. When the sexual energy in the house she inhabited was extremely high Molly could almost be conscious of herself. When it waned she also faded. Of course the asylum always had a pretty high level of sexual energy running through it, but it had been a long time since anyone so focused on sex had been a patient and Jane's arrival had been like the first bright sun of spring prompting the flowers to bloom after a gray winter. Molly was just what Jane needed. At first the spirit simply absorbed and reflected the passionate energy from the frazzled housewife, but as her continued exposure to Jane stabilized Molly's ephemeral hold on this plane she sensed that her "energy source" was not running as efficiently as it could be. Molly was not a parasite, draining energy from hosts, but more of a symbiote, gathering her host's energy in, then magnifying and reflecting it back. Molly wasn't consciously diagnosing Jane's problem, she wasn't thinking about it and considering a course of treatment, in fact even calling the spirit 'she' was giving it too much credit for being a ghost in the traditional sense. There certainly was a tangible feeling of femaleness to the entity, but it was really just responding and reacting like a simple organism. But its response equated to a diagnosis and its reaction to a treatment. "Dr. Molly" realized there was no true pleasure behind her patient's passion; it was lots of smoke with very little real flame. Life energy that should have been fueling real gratification was being wasted in nervous paroxysms of guilt and anxiety. As Jane slept, helped by a large dose of Laudanum from Doctor Franck, Molly comforted her, held her, hugged her, spiritually stroked her hair and sang lullabies softly in her ear. As the artificial calmness of the opiate wore off Jane's anxiety level began its daily climb, but not so fast and not so high. When her hands reached into her crotch, falling into what had become her daily habit to start the day, something made her stay away from her abused, oversensitive clitoris. Instead she gently stroked the petals of her bruised flower, feeling their softness and pliability. She untied her hospital gown and reached under the blouse section to massage her heavy breasts -- something she never normally did. Wilder West Ch. 01 She lifted and squeezed them, remembering how excited Charlie got the first time she'd let him touch her breasts while they were courting. She was pretty sure he'd actually climaxed in his pants though he'd struggled to hide it and had abruptly broken off that night's date. She'd been confused, lying in her bed later that evening, trying to figure out what had happened, trying to figure out if she was a bad girl for letting him touch her. But as she had played with her large, soft breasts the way Charlie had, she had no doubt it was okay -- they were in love, plus it just felt so good. It felt good now as she lay on her narrow cot in the county asylum. Tingles of excitement were beginning to run through her breasts and she started to bring her hands back to her crotch again to try and turn the small pleasure into big pleasure right away. But something stopped her, almost as if other hands had grabbed hers and guided them back to her breasts. A quick flash of fear ran through Jane, but just as quickly subsided as the imaginary hands pressed her own hands onto her breasts, squeezing them tighter and pressing her nipples into her palms. Ooh, she'd forgotten how good that felt, how sensitive her nipples were. She had a sudden overwhelming memory of lying on her side in bed, nursing her first child while Charlie lay up against her like a spoon, stroking in and out of her cunny from behind while the baby sucked the milk from her swollen breast. Then he had leaned over her side and taken her other breast into his own mouth. Jane groaned as she remembered the sexy, naughty feeling of her husband nursing from her and fucking her at the same time. She pulled on her nipples, just as he had, feeling them swell between her fingers. Pulling her gown away she lifted the large sacks up to her mouth, sucking a nipple into her mouth, again just as Charlie had. The hot memories kept coming back. Even when she wasn't lactating Charlie liked to watch her lick and suck her own breast, especially while he sucked the other. It was obviously very erotic for him as it always made his beautiful penis grow long and hard, even if he'd recently had an orgasm. And to be honest it also made her hot and wet and very ready to feel his cock inside her again, even if she'd already come once. She switched tits, sucking on the left one, coaxing its large brown tip to harden and swell like the right. Back and forth she went, but slowly, sucking on one big nipple while pinching and twisting the other. This was the most foreplay Jane had experienced in years and it felt wonderful. No frantic attack, trying to sprint to the finish line without a proper warm-up, but a slow, sensuous build-up, enjoying the journey, not just the destination. The lines of heat burned their way from her nipples, across her belly, joining in her crotch where they melted away her anxiety, leaving her pussy glistening with warm, musky juices. One hand slowly followed the lines of fire down to her damp crotch, while the other continued to lift and squeeze, massage and pinch. Her southern fingers pushed into her thick bush, scratching lightly through the wet curls. They came upon her clitoris hood and bypassed it, continuing to the crevice from whence the warm moisture flowed. She ran a finger up and down the crack, gently working the petals of her flower apart, coating her digit in the slippery nectar. Then that digit was pressing, forcing its way inside like a honeybee going to the heart of the flower. The hand that had been mauling her tits came down to help with the violation of her love hole; pulling the covering lips farther apart and allowing a second, then a third honey-seeking finger to force its way inside her. Once her digital penis was well settled and stroking in and out, her other hand finally went to her love button. But she didn't touch the poor raw clit directly; instead she squeezed the upper part of her pussy lips together, catching the swelling nub in their soft embrace. Indirectly she massaged her clit, which was so sensitive that it still sent wonderful bolts of pleasure through her even without direct contact. Her cunt-fucking fingers went faster, harder, deeper as she squeezed and released, squeezed and released. Her back arched off the mattress and a deep groan escaped her lips as it hit her; the most glorious, satisfying, soul-releasing orgasm she'd experienced in years. This is what she'd been seeking, this was joy, this was real fire to go with all the smoke that had been blinding her life. She let it roll through her, slowing her stroking, slowing her squeezing, playing it out as long as she could until she collapsed back with a final gasp and a long sigh. The reaction in Molly was basically the same, an arched back and sudden gasp. But this was more like what you would see if you hit a cardiac patient with electric paddles; the jolt of juice causing the muscles to snap and the desperate gasp of a person coming back to life. Together the two women were on the road to recovery. SILVERTON HIGH SCHOOL -- PRESENT DAY: Gina was really getting into her story. "Patients, staff, visitors -- reports kept growing about the O'Reilly ghost or ghosts. Most just mentioned a wisp here, a smoke-like body there, nothing solid, but definitely moving in a controlled way; appearing and disappearing in different places throughout the asylum." The tall blonde's voice got deeper as she continued. "But some of the stories tell of a much clearer spirit, easily visible, nearly solid." Her eyes looked intently at her friend's long, thick red hair. "A spirit with flaming red hair." Her clear blue eyes drilled into Barbara's green ones. "Some said she was dressed in old fashioned Western wear; a high-collared, floor length dress. Others said they saw her in a long white nightgown, unbuttoned in the front. And some claimed she was fully naked!" Dropping her gaze to Barbara's pale throat, then her full bosom, Gina continued, "But they all agreed she was stacked, with pale, freckled skin, a classic Irish bombshell." The red rose into Barb's cheeks as her wicked girlfriend leered at her and the two boys laughed. Jerry put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in to plant a kiss in her red locks. "Classic Irish bombshell, that's my Mistress McCoy," he said proudly and lovingly. Gina's boyfriend Paul said, "Gee, sounds like just the kind of ghost I'd like to have haunting my house. Somehow the stories I've heard about O'Reilly's always sounded a bit more frightening than sexy." "Well the Red Spirit is only one part of the story," Gina said, picking up her tale. "The different descriptions make it unclear if it is just one ghost or many, and looking beautiful doesn't mean she can't be evil...or wicked," she winked at the blushing Barbara. O'REILLY's SANITARIUM - 1922: It had been three weeks since Molly and Jane connected and both "women" showed remarkable improvement. Jane still masturbated a lot, but not constantly and uncontrollably. However, she was more brazen about it, or at least less concerned about being caught. She would play with herself a few times a day, not always even trying to reach orgasm; just enjoying herself, becoming more comfortable with her body and sexuality. When she pleasured herself she often lay back naked or almost naked on her bed, not trying to sneak a feel under her hospital gown, but giving herself free access to whatever part of her full, womanly body she was exploring. These were the times that had gotten Frances, the asylum director's secretary, into the habit of wandering past Jane's room, unconsciously hoping to catch her in the act. Frances had never been with another woman and thoroughly enjoyed a good pounding by her husband, but from the first time she had accidentally come across Jane playing with herself she had been hooked. The staff was pretty thin at O'Reilly's, which meant when the on-duty nurse took her lunch break the patients' ward could be deserted for half an hour or more. Without thinking about it Frances had gotten into the habit of taking her own lunch break at this time and wandering down to the patients' rooms instead of going to the town diner to eat. Frances' urge to go to Jane's room had been growing day by day; growing at the same pace that Molly's spirit was being reinvigorated by absorbing Jane's sexual energy. You couldn't say that Molly had possessed Jane or Frances, but she was certainly seeking out each woman's passions and reflecting them back in concentrated beams. And so Dr. Franck's secretary found herself standing close against Jane's door, trying to get a view through the small window without exposing herself to the inhabitant. Mrs. Rostick was sitting back against her headboard, completely naked. Knees bent, feet pulled into her buttocks, legs spread, hairy cunt wide open to exploration by her fingers and Frances' eyes. The shine in the pubic hair on the committed woman clearly showed the passion literally running out of her. She ran her fingers up and down her slit, smearing the natural lubricant across the lips and up to her now healed clit. Frances groaned in the hall when the other woman pulled those lips apart, exposing her deep pink interior. She scooped out more nectar with her fingers and smeared it on her nipples, rubbing them in circles until both stood out like proverbial pencil erasers. Then Jane lifted the large globes in turn to her mouth, sucking her juice off the prominent brown pebbles. Having teased her nips to their full size Jane put her left forearm under both massive breasts, lifting them up together while her right hand returned to her sopping pussy. Frances was spellbound, unconsciously holding her breath in anticipation of Jane rubbing more honey onto those big nipples with their silver dollar-sized aureoles. What Jane actually did made Frances gasp and started her own honey pot oozing freely. Mrs. Rostick did indeed reach inside herself to coat her fingers with pussy juice, but instead of gently massaging it into her nipples she sharply slapped it onto the sensitive nubs, crying out in painful pleasure as she smacked one and then the other, back and forth. Frances' hands roughly grabbed her own tits through her dress as she stared open-eyed while Jane abused herself. Her brassiere was thick, but she was still able to pinch her own nipples painfully tight as she imagined herself rushing into the room, jamming her fingers deep into the patient's love hole and slapping the horny slut's nasty juice on those big, beautiful tit buttons. Jane kept her melons crushed against her chest with her arm, but the next time her slapping hand returned to her burning cunt it stayed there and turned its punishing attention to her also swollen clitoris. Panting, grunting and yelping she sprinkled slaps up and down her tender lips, always returning to the magic button. On the other side of the door Frances grabbed at her crotch through her skirt, dry humping her hand with increasing ferocity. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, do it, do it, spank yourself you nasty slut," she growled. Or did she just imagine saying that? Was she actually hearing someone else saying all those wicked things into her ear? When she thought about it later she couldn't say which it was, she only knew that she had never in her life spoken like that before, but the words had been almost as exciting as the attack on her pussy. She clenched and released her crotch harder and faster, keeping pace with Jane's masturbating. The force that was Molly nearly glowed with the power of the passion flowing between the living women, connecting the two so they could "hear" each other's thoughts or sounds, each one egging the other on to higher levels. "You love it, don't you?!" "Yes, yes, I love it!" "Only a whore would be so wet, only a whore's nipples swell like that. A dirty whore who deserves a good spanking." "Unh, unh, unh." "Spank that pussy, whore! Slap it good! I can hear how wet your nasty cunt is, I can hear the proof of what a slut you are!" "It's true...wet...nasty...slut! "You're going to come now. You're going to explode. Show me how hard you can come you dirty whore!" "Oh, oh, oohh, I'm coommmiinnnnggg!" Jane's ass lifted off the mattress with the intensity of her orgasm as she roughly rubbed her enflamed clitoris. Frances collapsed against the door, her forehead pressed to the glass as she swooned with her own earth-shaking climax. A pale-skinned redheaded woman leaned against Frances' back, moaning softly in her ear, showering kisses on the back of her neck. At the same time the redhead lay beside Jane with her head in the heavily panting woman's lap, sprinkling butterfly kisses across her bearded mound. Eventually each living woman caught her breath and opened her eyes to find the other looking passionately at her through the glass. Smiles spread on both faces. After a moment Frances shook her head as if waking from a dream and then pushed herself away from the door and staggered off down the hall. Jane just slid down on the mattress, pulled the sheet over herself and slipped into a contented sleep. Molly pulsed, she throbbed, she glowed; her hair flamed red, her eyes green, her skin shone like the full moon. It was the most solid she had been in years. She wandered down the hall in the opposite direction from Jane, seeking the next source of energy to connect and loop with. The station nurse returning from lunch passed by Jane and wondered about her flushed face and wild-eyed look. That concern slipped from her mind, however, when she turned the corner and saw one of the patients at the other end of the hall, buck naked. The nude woman turned the corner and Nurse Flannery set off at a trot to catch her. When she reached the end of the short hall and turned after the woman she was surprised to see that the connecting hall, which came to a dead end in this direction, was empty. The nurse quickly checked the four rooms down here; one was empty, the other three were all locked from the outside and she could see the patients in each one -- no naked woman among them. 'Jane Rostick!' she suddenly thought, this was just the kind of thing that poor creature would do. She turned and trotted back to Jane's door, but it was also firmly locked and there was Jane curled up asleep on her bed. Besides which, Jane's hair was brown and the woman she'd seen had definitely been a redhead. But they didn't have any red haired patients she realized. Caught in the traditional dilemma of a staff member who'd been away from her post, Nurse Flannery didn't make any formal report of the incident, but another chapter was added to the O'Reilly's legend via the grapevine. Molly glided into a patient's room just ahead of the worried nurse, but here was another one of Dr. Franck's laudanum zombies. However, through the wall, back the opposite direction she sensed something, something throbbing, throbbing like the pulse of blood swelling a hard penis and she went to it like a magnet. Another catatonic patient, this time a woman, but she was not alone. A male orderly was standing over her bed, gazing on the helpless woman. For some reason he'd found himself here more and more often recently, thinking darker and darker thoughts; thoughts that left him feeling both excited and guilty when he left the asylum each day. Molly had done wonderful things for Jane Rostick, but not because she was trying to do good, it was just a side effect of making Jane's passion more effective and thus enriching to Molly. That was the same blind goal she acted on now as she focused on the orderly. She had been trying to get him to act for some time and with her energy boost from Jane and Frances she was finally strong enough to push him over the line. She caught the rhythm of his pulsing blood and echoed and magnified it until the red haze covered his eyes and he raped the woman lying prone at his mercy. A red haired woman with pale skin kneeled on the mattress behind him and grabbed his hips, helping drive him deep into his unknowing lover. It was a glorious recreation of a moment from when she was alive. SILVERTON - 1870: As Molly McCoy and her brother Sean made their way toward California they planned on stopping along the way with various relatives and railroad friends. One of the first was their mother's cousin, Seamus O'Reilly, in Silverton, Nevada. Silverton was one of the boomtowns created and nurtured by the Comstock Lode. The need to get the silver from the rich vein to the ports of Sacramento and San Francisco was one of the reasons the railroad barons had invested the money needed to conquer the mighty Sierra Nevada with their iron rails. Lots of Irishmen who'd hired on to build the railroad had given up the hard labor of the rails for the hard labor and wild dreams of the silver fields. Seamus O'Reilly, however, was not one of these. He much preferred to let others do the hard labor while he provided what they needed away from the mines. Seamus had sold a successful pub in Dublin and used that stake to open what eventually became an astronomically more successful business in America. To the future residents of Silverton, O'Reilly's would be simply a long- deserted, possibly-haunted example of frontier architecture that had served as a mental asylum for the first four decades of the twentieth century. Local legend had lost track of the fact that for the last four decades of the nineteenth century O'Reilly's had been one of the most popular saloons, hotels, and whorehouses on the eastern edge of the Sierra Nevada. In 1870 Seamus O'Reilly's establishment had hit its stride and gained that top spot in the silver range. People came from Virginia and Carson Cities to take part in the pleasures at O'Reilly's. Seamus had foreseen the future and built his first small saloon out on the farthest edge of town so he would have room to expand and expand he had. The main room had been added onto, including a second story. The large wing added to the northern end held some of the most well appointed, luxurious hotel rooms between St. Louis and San Francisco. An even larger wing jutting off the southern end held more modest hotel rooms for the average miner or cowboy and at the far end of that wing were the rooms for O'Reilly's girls. What made O'Reilly's girls special was the way Seamus treated them. There were plenty of whorehouses in the region, but generally the women were treated badly; most of the money they brought in stayed in the house owner's pocket, they were often beaten and at the mercy of whatever abuse the customers wanted to heap on them. When Seamus took a girl in he found out what she was comfortable with and paired her up with like minded customers. Clients that went over the line with one of O'Reilly's girls would find themselves outside, face down in the mud at the hands of the Irish giants Seamus had on patrol. The girl's take of the customer's fee was the most generous percentage in the area and Seamus himself opened an account for each new girl at the bank with a starting bonus. As a result, over time, the most beautiful prostitutes migrated to O'Reilly's and the girls there would end up doing acts as kinky as at any other place, but they did them much more willingly because they knew they would see some of the extra money charged for those acts. For his customers there were also bonuses that made his establishment the place to go, even if the cost was a bit higher. At another site closer to the camps Seamus had a second house that catered to the many Chinese laborers who'd been imported to build the eastward bound railroad. From the Chinese girls who worked that house Seamus had taken two of the most beautiful and brought them to the main house to service those clients interested in the more exotic. Wilder West Ch. 01 Molly and Sean knew that their mother's cousin had a hotel in Silverton, but they were floored when a carriage picked them up at the station and dropped them off in front of a place as grand as many they'd seen in Denver. Walking through the main entrance they saw a bustling crowd, even at midday. The main room off to the right of the lobby was taken up by tables and chairs. At this time of day the ones near the front windows were filled with people taking lunch. Farther in the back, nearer the bar and stage, some early poker games were already under way. To the left was the hotel registration desk, done in beautiful dark wood. As brother and sister headed for the desk a door between the hotel and saloon sections opened and Seamus O'Reilly himself came through all smiles and energy wrapped in finely tailored trousers and vest. "Master and Mistress McCoy!" he boomed, advancing on the pair with open arms. "Spittin' images of me darlin' cousin, the two of you." Stopping to assess Molly more closely he added, "Although, as pretty as your mother is, you, my lass, are the finest example of the beauty of Eire I have ever seen." Molly blushed deeply and Sean laughed, "That's why mother calls you Cousin Seamus O'Blarney." "O'Blarney, is it?" their host declared. "Well, I must admit, it is rumored that my parents did indeed both kiss the blessed stone of eloquence just before I was conceived." He gave them a roguish wink and shepherded them down the hall to their adjoining hotel rooms. The McCoy siblings gasped at the luxuriousness of their quarters. "Cousin Seamus," Sean protested, "we greatly appreciate your hospitality, but we can't be taking such fine accommodations that must earn you a pretty penny." "Nonsense. You were just a pup at the time and sweet Molly not yet walking when your mother and father welcomed me from Ellis Island, put me up at your own home for a month and introduced me to people that enabled me to come here and make my fortune. You're family and you're honored guests in my home." So what had been planned as a stop of just a few days evolved into several weeks. Sean was immediately hired on at the office of a new railroad that was planning on branching off the main line and expanding the links between Carson City, Virginia City and Reno. Molly began working for Seamus, using all her experience in running railroad camps under hard conditions to find ways to make O'Reilly's more efficient and thus more profitable. Molly also increased profits at O'Reilly's by becoming a favorite in his brothel. When she'd realized what was going on with all the pretty girls around the place she had snuck her way in to the south wing to join in on the fun one night. The lucky customer was so dazzled by the double attention, especially from the fiery redhead that he had left a very generous tip on the nightstand. Seamus somehow always knew when something was going on in his house and quickly tumbled to the fact that his young cousin was occasionally moonlighting and getting rave reviews for her performances. He pulled her aside and asked if she would like to work on a more formal basis. He proposed that she not be one of the regular girls, but only available on a limited basis -- at a premium price of which she would get an even higher percentage than the rest of the girls. Molly was worried that her brother Sean would find out once Seamus started taking appointments for her, but the idea of being able to quench her own thirst for sex and make good money doing it was too good of a deal to pass up. Fortunately, after a month of Seamus' hospitality Sean announced that he was resuming his journey to Golden California. Molly told him that Seamus was making her the manager of the hotel and so she was going to stay in Silver Nevada. And thus began Molly's dream career as manager of the grandest hotel in the area as well as its Madam and top whore. SILVERTON -- PRESENT DAY: "Well, when a patient who doesn't even move on her own ends up pregnant, naturally it starts an investigation, even back in the '20's," Gina continued. "When they caught the guy, an orderly, humping this woman again, even after her belly started swelling, he swore it wasn't him, it was the 'Red Devil' using his body to molest the patient. He kept swearing he'd been possessed and at the end of the trial they found him not guilty by reason of insanity and in one of the greatest examples of irony ever confined him back in O'Reilly's." "Is that why they closed the place down?" asked Barbara. "No," replied Barb's boyfriend, Jerry. "When the silver ran out just before the turn of the century Silverton and this whole part of the state started its slide into poverty. There was no other place that could take over from O'Reilly's without spending a lot of money, so the asylum just kept going." "And the weirdness just kept going too," added Paul. O'REILLY'S ASYLUM -- 1923: Frances Redmond missed Jane Rostick. Masturbating together through the glass had eventually evolved to full blown lesbian sex sessions. Frances realized she was risking her job and her marriage every time, but somehow her thin control slipped away entirely as soon as she walked through the doors of the hospital. For Jane the passionate encounters had been more therapy, further exorcising her guilt over enjoying sex. Her behavior through the rest of the day became more and more normal. Quite the opposite from Frances, she felt more in control of when she would indulge herself. Dr. Franck naturally applauded himself for the great breakthroughs he had made with his regimen of opiates to break Mrs. Rostick's cycles of anxiety combined with rigorous therapy sessions to help her uncover the core of her unconscious emotions. What the pompous ass didn't realize was that Molly had influenced Jane to stop swallowing the laudanum weeks ago since it dulled her passion and had been conducting her own special therapy sessions to get the conflicted housewife more closely in touch with her inner self than Gabriel Franck could ever imagine. When Jane's husband was finally allowed to visit he found a woman much more confident and self assured, much more like the girl he had married. Sinking in and out of depression himself due to the loss of his manhood in the war, Craig Rostick had been thinking more and more of suicide. Only the idea of leaving his children basically orphaned kept him from following through with his dark thoughts. Now, however, if Jane really was recovered enough to return home as Dr. Franck suggested, then as soon as he was sure she could take care of the children without him he was going to have that "hunting accident" he'd been imagining. Jane, however, had different plans. She could see the sadness, the desperation in this man she loved and she was determined to conquer it just as she'd conquered her own. When he sat on the one chair in her room she quickly moved in front of him, standing astride his knees, blocking him in place. She undid the top of her gown, sliding it over her shoulders and arms until it hung at her waist. Her magnificent breasts were naked beneath and while Craig was momentarily frozen with shock she lifted them in her hands and bent her head down to lick one and then the other large nipple. Anger flared on Craig's face. "Is this why you asked for me to come? So you could torment me?" he hissed. "No," Jane answered hotly. Dropping one breast her hand shot forward, grabbing her husband behind his head and pulling him forward as she bent toward him. "I asked you here to make love to me!" The anger was still there, but so was confusion, and now one of those big, soft pillows he loved so much was just inches from his face, from his mouth. "But how...?" he murmured uncertainly. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find many ways," she cooed. She fed the swelling nipple into his unconsciously opening mouth and purred. "My darling, my love, my husband. I won't lie, I miss your beautiful prick, but I miss you more. You know I need loving, I've learned to stop denying it, to stop fighting it, but I want that loving from you and only you." He reached up and took hold of her melons, thrilling in their familiar heft, opening his mouth wider to force even more breast meat inside while his tongue twirled around the cherry at the tip. "Oh, yes," Jane groaned. She loved it when Frances sucked her tits, but this, this was what she'd really been craving; the scratch of the stubble, the strength in the hands and the jaw, making her feel like he might once again squeeze and suck milk out of her long-dry jugs. Taking one of his hands from her chest she guided it under the lower part of her gown so he could feel she was naked there too, naked and already turning wet from his attention. Her hand on top of his, she squeezed, making it clear that he was to squeeze her mound, hard. He released her tit from his mouth, gasping, panting, looking completely lost as he gazed up at his wife's bright eyes. "Jane...?" Staring intently back at him she growled, "Shut up and fuck me. Now!" She pressed her hand harder on his and he took the message, running a finger tip up and down until he'd pried the outer petals of her flower apart and then the inner. When his digit buried itself into her tight, warm hole she sighed contentedly. He wriggled and twisted, finally working his middle finger in as deep as it would go. Jane moaned with pleasure. That first digit pulled back, thrust in, pulled back, thrust in again and again until he felt her loosen enough to take a second finger. She swiveled her hips, grinding herself tightly against the invading flesh, against her husband's small, hard "cock". But his cock was growing; it was as thick as three fingers now and massaging the inside of her cunny wonderfully. It had been years since they'd been intimate this way, but Craig was starting to remember. While his fingers stretched and explored Jane's love hole he kept the base of his thumb pressed against her clitoris, moving it in pulses. He squeezed her tit tighter, pulling on the tender nipple with his teeth. They'd only been making love a few minutes, but already Craig could tell his wife was close to coming. He put more attention on the part of his hand massaging her clitoris, increasing the pace and pressure. He showered small love bites all around the globe of her breast then opened his mouth wide over her nipple and aureole and began sucking hard; just the way she liked it. Molly couldn't find the pulse in the man, at least not in his crotch where it should be, but still the energy flowed off of him and she drank it in, feeling it swirl and join with the power from Jane that she'd come to relish. Craig knew his cock could never rise again, but damned if he didn't feel something, some kind of passion beyond his damaged flesh. And Jane, he'd never heard her talk like this before, egging him on, ordering him to jab his hard fingers deep inside her nasty cunt. But that wasn't Jane's voice was it? It had some kind of light accent. Irish? he suddenly thought. He opened his eyes and could see Jane's head tossed back, heard her groaning as she closed on her climax, but still he thought he also heard her, or another woman, driving him to "bring the wet-pussied, big-tittied slut to the finish." He gave himself over to it, a red haze seeming to come over his eyes as he nearly lifted Jane off the ground by her cunt and bit into her breast hard enough to leave a mark that would last a week. Jane exploded and could feel "her" coming also. She'd stopped trying to understand it, but more and more when she climaxed she felt like two women. Both large breasted, but one with dark brown nipples and aureoles, the other with pale-skinned globes topped with pretty pink. Jane's juices flowed heavily into her thick, brown bush while the other's practically squirted out from silken red curls. Whoever or whatever it was didn't matter in the end. All that mattered was the pleasure coursing through her veins as her pussy clamped down on her husband's fingers while the orgasm went on and on. Jane Rostick left O'Reilly's soon after that. It wasn't easy at home at first, but Jane and Craig's love let them find a way to adjust their lives to fulfill Jane's desires and restore some of Craig's feelings of manhood. So Molly had saved Jane and Jane had saved Craig. But only because Jane had gotten out of O'Reilly's in time. End of Part One 2008 Sam's Island Wilder West Ch. 02 SILVERTON HIGH -- PRESENT DAY: "When the Great Depression hit they really couldn't afford to replace O'Reilly's, especially with more people checking in because of depression and suicidal thoughts from losing everything," declared Gina. "That's when they caught Dr. Frankenstein doing his experiments with the patients, wasn't it?" asked her boyfriend Paul. "What?! Some guy was sewing body parts together?" Barbara asked with disgust. "No. They called him Frankenstein because his name was Frank or something like that, but he was actually experimenting with living patients, playing sick mind games that he claimed were just radical treatments trying to break them out of their psychoses." Barb's boyfriend Jerry picked up the tale. "And just like the rapist orderly he ended up confined in his own asylum, babbling about the Red Spirit." O'REILLY'S ASYLUM -- 1930: Dr. Gabriel Franck took his mid-morning dose of laudanum. He denied his addiction, denied his deteriorating mental health, denied the existence of a red-haired ghost in his hospital while at the same time blaming her for his actions. Yes, it was the Red Spirit who made him do the things he did, but at the same time, if these "treatments" worked, then he was certain he would no longer hallucinate about a pale, red-haired vixen that drove him to the proverbial heights of ecstasy and depths of despair. One of the ways he justified his opiate use to himself was that it "opened his mind" enough to allow him to psychoanalyze himself. Something no self- respecting psychiatrist would attempt, especially based on the increasingly rejected theories of Sigmund Freud, but Gabriel Franck was well beyond respect. He'd concluded that his confusion over his own sexuality, especially his erotic thoughts about men, was based on never having gotten out from under his domineering mother's thumb. This had led him to marry an equally domineering wife. Unfortunately, she did not bring that domination to an active sex life, but rather, ignored her husband in bed, while nagging and chiding him throughout their waking hours. Today Gabriel Franck was going to exorcise the hovering memory of his mother and free himself from a life of submission. Today he was going to turn the tables and dominate his mother. Well, she wasn't really his mother, who had passed away four years ago, but she was a suitable surrogate. One of the surge of patients that had ended up at O'Reilly's asylum following the sudden onslaught of the Great Crash a year ago. In fact, today being Halloween, it was exactly a year and two days since Black Tuesday had brought the lives of so many crashing down around their ears. Agnes Thompson was used to a life of ease and luxury. Those things had only become more expected during the stock market's hey day in the 1920's as her husband sunk more and more of their wealth into the market and reaped its rich rewards. Unfortunately, when the bubble burst, especially those three big pops in late October 1929, her husband decided to follow their fortunes into the pit and leapt from a railroad bridge into a deep, narrow ravine west of town. Agnes's depression had been also been deep and with no one to care for her the penniless widow had ended up at O'Reilly's. The same age as the late Mrs. Franck and bearing a striking resemblance to said matriarch, Agnes had immediately gained the special attention of the asylum's top doctor. He made his way to her room at the very end of the hall and found his "treatment" team already waiting for him. Yes, what he had planned for Agnes Thompson was going to be good for her, he told himself again. Her deep depression that left her out of touch with reality and harboring thoughts of joining her husband in suicide had been brought on by massive shock. Massive shock was just what was needed to snap her out of it. The fact that inflicting that shock would also help Gabriel with his own issues was a side benefit. "How are you today, Mrs. Thompson?" he asked smoothly as he lifted her hand from the mattress and felt her pulse. "Very well, thank you," the old woman answered dreamily. Between her response and pulse Dr. Franck decided that today's dose of laudanum had been just right. He'd tried this shock treatment on other patients who had been much more highly sedated so they wouldn't be able to remember and complain about it later, but it hadn't given him the release he was seeking. In the doctor's twisted analysis that simply indicated that facing down an angry bitch while she was basically sleeping was not enough of a challenge to his deeply held neuroses. He needed to stand up to the beast while she was snarling and snapping; only by not backing down in the face of that challenge would he finally be free of his weak character and amoral thoughts. Molly had been drawn to this room like a moth to a flame, or a shark to blood in the water. Ever since her encounter with Jane Rostick some eight years earlier had restored her to a certain level of energy, of substance, she had been keeping the cycle going by compelling patients and staff to release their inhibitions and act out their sexual urges. As she circled the room, doing her own checking of pulses and finding them pleasingly strong and increasing, she sensed that all that energy was focused on the only quiet one in the room, the woman on the bed. Molly certainly could thrive on a rapist's energy, but the greatest pay off for her came when everyone was a willing participant with no one holding back. The long-dead Irish slut began to channel the energy from Dr. Franck and the others in the room into the prone woman. She flowed into Agnes's mind searching for the right switch. Ah, here it was. For Agnes it was just an unfulfilled fantasy, but for Molly it was one of her favorite railroad memories - pulling a train. "Mrs. Thompson? Agnes?" soothed Dr. Franck. "You've been having a lot of trouble, haven't you? A lot of sadness?" The patient nodded slightly. "Well I've been thinking long and hard about your situation," Franck continued, his voice beginning to lower, "and I've come to the conclusion that it's your own fault." He was getting closer to a growl as he closed on the woman, looming over her bedside while his colleagues circled in. "Yes, you've been a demanding, greedy woman, always pushing your husband for more, more, more! And when the crash came and your luxury disappeared like smoke, did you show him sympathy, did you support him and remember your wedding vow of 'for richer, for poorer'? No! You just kept pushing until you pushed him right off that bridge!" The drug-addled, semi-psychotic doctor was nearly frothing at the mouth as Agnes became his mother, became the root of all his problems. "If only I had put you in your place!" Gabriel ranted. "It would have been better for you and for me." "What?" the dazed woman asked confusedly. "I mean for him, better for you and your husband," Franck corrected himself through his confusion. "Well today we're going to set that right, we're going to show you your real place in the world, we're going to teach you what happens to women who keep asking for more, more, more!" Two orderlies on either side of the bed took hold of Agnes's arms and pinned them down. Dr. Franck leaned in close, nearly kissing the old woman as he spoke. "For a patient to begin to heal her mind she must first expose herself, expose her flaws and weaknesses." With those words he took hold of her gown by the neckline and ripped it open, shredding the thin cotton down the middle until it lay to either side of Mrs. Thompson's body like a discarded cocoon. The society matron's chest was covered in a bullet-proof vest of a brassiere, enclosing a very large bosom. A few inches of her fat belly was exposed beneath it before a high-rising slip took over protection of the woman's modesty. Franck reached his hand back like a surgeon at an operating table. Another assistant quickly placed some bandage shears in his hand. The doctor laid their blunted tips on the patient's sternum and began cutting through the fabric and whale bone encasing her big mams. When he peeled the beehive molds to the sides the tits underneath flowed and sagged to the side. If the woman stood up they would probably hang almost to her naval he thought. But they must have been magnificent when she was young, when she was nursing. She probably could have kept three or four babies satisfied with these huge jugs. He reached down and gathered them in his hands, still solid, still heavy -- as heavy as he'd always imagined. He bent down and took the warm flesh into his mouth. "What...what are you doing?" the old woman quailed. Molly's attentions had her coming out of her drug- induced daze faster, but she hadn't yet gone all the way into Molly's red haze. "Stop that, stop..." Franck's head snapped up. "No!" he barked, slamming her breasts together. "You don't get to say stop this time, you are no longer in control, you will learn some humility." He dropped his head back to her chest, this time biting the pale flesh before sucking hard on the fat nipple. He pushed her other breast out to the side and the man holding down her arm on that side bent and also began feasting on Mrs. Thompson's tit. The assistant who had handed over the scissors recovered them from where the doctor had dropped them, then moved down to the foot of the bed. Lengths of surgical tubing were used to tie Agnes's feet to the footboard with her legs spread. The shears went back to work cutting through the slip and the drawers beneath, leaving the old lady naked on top of the rags that had been her clothes. More surgical tubing was handed out to connect the woman's hands to the headboard, leaving her spread-eagled beneath her caregivers. "Why are you doing this? What's wrong with you?" Agnes cried. Dr. Franck straightened up and stood back, the other orderly taking his place mauling the old woman's incredible jug. "We're doing this to help you," the twisted doctor crooned. "We're going to give you just what you need." The scissor assistant lay on the bed between the patient's legs and began trimming Agnes's thick, matted bush. Franck stared entranced as the woman's thick, fleshy pussy lips were exposed. He began undressing. Agnes was terrified, how could this be happening to her? How could any of what had gone wrong in the last year be happening to her? She pulled with hands and feet and felt some give, but the bands kept snapping her back into her exposed position. She opened her mouth to scream when one of the animals attacking her breasts grabbed her jaw firmly and shut it. His face appeared directly above hers, eyes glaring, hot breath panting. "Now, you don't want to be doing that, do you?" he growled. "I'd hate to have to stuff a gag in your mouth, but I will. Understand?" She nodded. He returned to her tit. Her tit, which hadn't had any attention like this in how long? she found herself asking inside her head. Or was she being asked, being reminded that she used to love it when her husband manhandled her big chest pillows? But of course he hadn't been able to suck them both at the same time like she was feeling now. It was great when he'd gone back and forth, one to the other, and she'd often wondered what it would be like to have them both sucked at the same time. But that would have taken two mouths; two mouths like now. Molly pulled back on the reins of the two orderlies. They were still going at Agnes's mammaries roughly, but now from this side of the pleasure-pain line. When the gnarled old nipple began to swell and grow under his tongue, Reg McPherson was amazed, God, it was huge, and the feel of it under his tongue made his cock swell in his pants. Juan Gutierrez also felt the fat old white bitch's nipple responding on his side. While a moment before he'd had to stop her from screaming, now he was hearing a groan coming from her mouth. When he took the big button lightly between his teeth she whimpered, whimpered just like the first girl he had fucked back home in Mexico. Without thinking he did now what he had done then. The man's dark face was above her again, but he wasn't snapping at her this time -- he was kissing her. His full lips pressed hard against hers. They felt good, so good. Her husband Jasper never had been much of a kisser, with his thin lips. But these, these were soft, but pressing hard, pressing so hard. "Ha! Look at you, old woman; being kissed by a Mexican. You probably wouldn't have let him in your house a year ago, but now you have to take whatever he gives you." A Mexican! Franck was right; Agnes wouldn't even have a Mexican as a house servant before. The two they did have on staff were relegated to the stables, caring for their horses. But as this one kissed her, as he forced his tongue between her lips she remembered secretly watching the strong young men as they stacked bales of hay, the sweat making their thin cotton shirts cling to the hard bodies. She parted her lips and let him in. Between her legs she felt her nether lips also being parted as her shorn mound was thoroughly examined by demanding fingers. The lips were pushed together, pulled apart, folded back, outlined by fingertip and now by...tongue! One of them was kissing her pussy! For the first time ever someone was kissing her pussy. It was just something that Jasper had never even considered. Actually, her attacker hadn't really considered it either, but Molly certainly had. The woman on the bed was starting to respond nicely and the Red Spirit wanted her to go even higher up the staircase of passion. The stiffened tongue ran between the inner and outer labia and flicked the pink petals back and forth. Then fingers were pulling those petals apart and the tongue inserted itself into her love canal. Teasing at first, just the tip, then deeper and deeper until it was drilling into her like a miniature prick. "You are wicked. You are so bad," spoke Gabriel Franck's voice. The two orderlies straightened up from her body and stepped back. Agnes blinked, coming out of her reverie. Looking down her exposed body she could see the top of the head that was violating her private parts and standing alongside the bed was her doctor -- naked. He had his penis in his hand, stroking it to hardness. He climbed up on the bed, kneeling alongside her hip. "Imagine what all your friends would say," he sneered. "Imagine all the ladies in your Bridge Club, at your church, seeing you now; laid open like a common whore." Agnes's social pride did indeed run deep and the sense of terror, of humiliation, at being exposed in public as a harlot bubbled up quickly, threatening to derail her voyage on Molly's passion train. The ghost sent a surge of sexual energy flowing back through the conflicted woman, burning away the last fog of the laudanum. Born in America, but living her entire life amidst a clan of Irish immigrants, the bonnie lass had developed an Irish lilt to her sweet voice and Agnes heard it now. "A common whore," she soothed, somehow making it sound like an accomplishment instead of an insult. "Who else gets to feel two men sucking her breasts at once? Who else gets to feel a hungry mouth feasting on her cunny? Look at that cock -- you know it's hard for you. And look at that," Agnes saw the Mexican and the other tit man were stripping off their clothes. "You won't have to worry about going unsatisfied when the first cock fires his load because you'll have more waiting for you." Vivid memories of all the times her husband had shot his spunk inside of her and then immediately rolled over and fell asleep flashed into Agnes's mind. Molly then brought out that forbidden fantasy, the one that had taunted Agnes those times when Jasper had fucked her close to, but not all the way to, climax. She enjoyed getting fucked, wanted that cock to keep pounding her, but the only way that could happen would be for another cock to take her husband's place when he finished. More than one cock; just like were standing around her now. Dr. Franck swung his leg over the woman's torso and scooted up on his knees until he was straddling her chest. Lost in his own fantasy he stared fascinated at the huge sacks of flesh. He'd known his mother's tits were big, but this was even better than he'd imagined all those times he'd tried to sneak peeks while she bathed or dressed. He gathered the sagging flesh and pressed the warm pillows together, his raging cock trapped between. The fourth member of Agnes's treatment team stood back from the patient's pussy to also get naked and the two tit men became two cunt men. They sat on either side of the bed massaging the old lady's thighs, working their way north. Gabriel rolled his "mother's" breasts back and forth, reveling in the soft flesh smothering his prick. He began to thrust his hips, but found his penis couldn't move smoothly between the tits. Pulling them apart he filled his mouth with saliva and let it drip onto his cock. Two, three times more he drooled on the woman's chest, and then he began stroking again. Slick and smooth now. The fingers exploring her cunny now were rougher than the first ones and more demanding. Like their boss, the two men also spit on the woman tied to the bed. They used that saliva to get her cunt lips open so they could thrust fingers inside her. Once inside they found the old woman was still able to generate some wetness of her own. They smeared the pussy juice-saliva lubricant all over the woman's gash and now both had a finger probing deep inside a hole that had been unfucked for more than a decade. Dr. Franck used the woman's giant nipples as handles, squeezing and pulling on them as he used her breasts to pleasure himself. Occasionally he'd add more spit lubricant, but mainly his head was tilted back, with eyes closed as he remembered all the times his mother had humiliated him, berated him. He realized now it was just her way of dealing with her frustration. Of wanting him so badly, but knowing it just couldn't be allowed. But now that he had taken it upon himself to give her what she wanted, her son's cock, he knew things were going to be so much better for both of them. No more denying the attraction, no more venting the passion in unhealthy ways, oh no, they were just going to keep fucking, keep fucking her big tits, keep fucking her big, soft tits, fuck mother's tits! His thrusts became more spastic as his orgasm hit him and Gabriel was gasping and panting and shooting his hot load all over his mother's tits and up to her face. The first shot of her doctor's spunk hit Agnes squarely on her tightly closed lips. She turned her head to the side to avoid anymore of the disgusting liquid. "Caviar!" she heard in her head. Caviar? "Yes, smooth, salty, exotic." Agnes knew her mouth was opening, but she wasn't doing it. Was she? She would never take a man's foul seed into her mouth, but she was. Would never let it linger on her tongue, taste its livid surprise, but she was. It tasted -- dirty, erotic, the embodiment of decadent pleasure - like caviar. The five fingers jamming in and out of Mrs. Thompson's abused cunt felt more wetness flow from inside and their owners knew it was time. Reg moved first and clambered up onto the bed between the woman's legs. Juan pulled the old pussy wide open and his partner shoved his angry red cock home. Agnes gasped in pleasure. Leaning forward on one hand Dr. Franck used his cock to sweep a glob of his cum from his mother's cheek to her lips. He was ready to force his cock inside when to his surprise the wrinkled mouth opened and eagerly took in his cum and his cock head. The lips closed on his shrinking meat and sucked, trying to draw out the last pearls of man juice. He groaned; exalting in the power he now had over his mother, in the way she sucked his cock so hungrily. Sucked until it began to hurt. "Ow!" he yelped as he pulled himself loose. Wilder West Ch. 02 Sitting back he watched as the old whore licked her lips clean of his spunk and then smiled up at him. "More," she said. Gabriel scrambled off her chest and stood alongside the bed, panting. "More, more, more," his mother insisted, throwing back at him the words he'd used earlier in the session. In the treatment? When the old woman wasn't Mrs. Franck? Shaking his head as if waking from a dream Gabriel realized it wasn't really his mother lying on the bed; it was one of his patients -- Agnes Thompson. He stood perplexed, unsure of what to do. "You want more?" said a voice from the other side of the bed, drawing Agnes's challenging eyes away from Gabriel. "Try some of this." The scissor assistant mounted the bed, squatting down over Mrs. Thompson's eager mouth. Agnes had never eaten pussy before, but Molly assured her it was wonderful. Frances Redmond lowered her dripping gash to the old lady's lips, immediately coating them in tangy juice. Not the same powerful taste as man cum, but good and exciting in its own way, thought Agnes as Molly thrust her host's tongue straight into her long time lover's twat. Frances had thought many times over the years since she'd first been drawn into Molly's influence that she should quit O'Reilly's, that something was wrong there that made her do all these taboo things. But in the end her desire kept her in place; Dr. Franck's most trusted assistant, the one in fact who had seduced him in his office one day and introduced him to the world of pleasures to be had in a hospital full of lonely people with thin grips on reality. Now she rested her pussy on Agnes/Molly's pretty mouth, imagining thick red hair spread out below her instead of thin white curls. Frances had been with Molly so many times via so many different people that she could almost see her, peeking through the thin tissue masks of other people's faces; the glinting green eyes, the rosy lips, the translucent skin. Reg was stroking away at the old broad's cunt, but was having trouble getting a good angle with her legs stuck in place. Juan moved around and undid the tubing connecting her feet to the bed rails then went ahead and did the same for her hands. Reg bent her legs at the knees and lifted her old ass off the bed so he could really start pounding her surprisingly tight puss. Agnes was trying to follow Molly's lead and suck Frances's flower properly, but she was so enthralled by the good fucking she was getting that all she could really do was grunt into the secretary's box and lap at it with her tongue. Frances took it upon herself to stop waiting for the old woman and to simply start fucking Mrs. Thompson's face. She ground her vertical lips against Agnes's horizontal ones, swiveling her hips and rocking back and forth. When she leaned forward she got pressure on her tingling clit, when she leaned back she felt the woman's nose pressing against her back door. Molly could feel Dr. Franck beginning to slip away as his confusion burned through his opium haze. She had Agnes reach down with her newly freed hands to push her giant sagging tits together and hold them out to Gabriel. Like a hypnotist's subject staring at a swinging watch, the twisted psychiatrist was mesmerized by the undulations of the old woman's breasts as she massaged and rotated them. Franck climbed back onto the bed and dove into Mrs. Thompson's pillows, smothering them with kisses, licks and bites. As he teased the swollen tips with his tongue Agnes's moans grew louder. Juan Gutierrez had never given a damn about whether a woman came or not when he was fucking her, but now he felt compelled to reach down and rub the ex-rich bitch's clit. Looking at her wrinkled old gash being pounded by Reg, which made the roll of belly fat above her crotch jiggle nastily wasn't the hottest thing the Mexican orderly had ever seen. But as he continued to stare he swore the old woman's skin was becoming taut and smooth, her close cropped gray-black bush looked more like red silk, and the fleshy, bland-colored pussy lips clutching at Reg's cock became smoother, pinker, fucking beautiful! Seeing things through Molly's red haze made him happy to play with the pretty pussy and somehow he knew just how firm and fast to rub the tender button. Agnes had never known such pleasure. A nice, hard cock was slamming her love hole, another man was making desperate love to her breasts, and a third was rubbing her long forgotten clitoris in a way she had never known. On top of that, throw in the pure wickedness of having a woman rubbing her cunny all over Agnes's face and Mrs. Thompson was on the verge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Frances could sense the explosion coming and lifted her crotch slightly to allow Agnes to breathe easily. Juan registered the impending orgasm and picked up his pace to bring her all the way home. Reg felt the woman clamping down on his cock and threw himself into the race to see who could come first and hardest, pounding her even faster. Panting and grunting Agnes climbed higher and higher in anticipation. When she felt the powerful cock inside her gushing and filling her with hot seed she lost it and the passion flowed over her like a wall of water through a busted dam. She screamed in pleasure, throwing her head side to side. One hand pulled Dr. Franck tighter against her chest, the other reached down and clenched the shoulder of the magical clit rubber as she reveled in her first orgasm in more than twenty years and the best orgasm of her life to boot. When finally she began to come down from her high, her breaths coming slower and deeper she let Franck escape from her sweating breasts, gasping for breath himself. Juan stopped rubbing her clit and instead rubbed his sore shoulder which he just knew was going to bruise. Reginald McPherson leaned back on his haunches, spent cock dangling between his legs, in disbelieving shock that some old bat in her 50's or 60's may have been the best piece of pussy he'd ever dipped his wick into. Frances bent over the old lady's face and kissed her, tasting her own pussy juice on the patient's lips. "Wasn't that great?" she cooed. "You were magnificent." "I...I never..." "I'll bet you haven't," the asylum secretary laughed. She kissed the woman again, parting Agnes's lips with her tongue and the old woman responded, bringing her own tongue out to wrestle. Frances broke the lip lock and hovered above Mrs. Thompson's face, looking deeply into her eyes for a hint of flashing green. "That...that was nice," Agnes said shyly. "The kiss...or all of it?" Frances teased. Agnes blushed and couldn't answer. "Guess what?" said Frances. Agnes's eyes opened wider in question. "It's not over," the younger woman growled. "It's not nearly over." With that she sprang back into her previous position, kneeling astride Agnes Thompson's face, pressing her dripping wet pussy to the woman's mouth. That mouth opened and began using lips and tongue to explore Frances's pussy, to gather in her warm juices. Reg rolled out from between Agnes's legs and Juan quickly took his place. Taking his semi-erect prick in hand he slapped it against the old woman's cum- dripping pussy to bring it to life. The abused patient jumped at the first blows as the shocks ran through her tender lips and clit. Then she began thrusting her hips forward, seeking out the new cock, the next cock. Juan ran his swollen tip up and down her wet lips a few times and then thrust deep; forcing his buddy's left-behind spunk to ooze out of the well-fucked cunt. Dr. Franck squeezed and massaged the massive breasts as he stared at Frances's pussy being eagerly eaten by Mrs. Thompson just inches in front of him. His secretary smiled down at him wickedly. One thing she'd learned about her boss was that he loved to eat pussy. True, he would often mumble about eating "mommy" while he was between her legs, but he got the job done. "Do you want some of this Dr. Gabe?" she crooned. "Do you want to lick my hot, wet pussy after Mrs. Thompson?" He could only nod yes. "Agnes darling," the face squatter purred. "You're sucking my cunny so nicely, so nicely. Now I want you to do something else for me. I want you to lick my ass." The female member of Dr. Franck's gang rape squad scooted forward just a bit so that her tight rosebud was directly above Agnes's mouth. This pushed her wet pussy forward so Gabriel could easily begin his feast. "That's right, doctor," she encouraged him. "Lick my pussy, suck my clit, drink my fuck juice." The dirty talk goaded him into more desperate attacks on her cunt. Turning her attention back to their patient she instructed, "Go ahead, darling, stick your tongue out, stick it out and lick my dirty asshole." The dazed old woman did as she was told, reaching out gingerly for Frances's brown eye. "Mmm, that's nice," the secretary cooed. "Keep it up, love, get my butthole nice and wet, really tickle me there, it feels so good." Juan was definitely at full length and hardness now as he stroked in and out, enjoying sloppy seconds in the old broad's cunt. He'd been expecting her to be loose and floppy at her age, but was pleasantly surprised to feel he was getting lots of friction even with Reg's cream inside the hole. The weirdest thing was, when he squinted he could swear he saw a hot, young red head beneath him instead of an old gray puta. Frances's pussy always ran juicy, which pleased Dr. Franck no end. But today she was positively gushing and her pubic hair looked redder than he'd ever seen it. He'd noticed many times over the years that Frances's hair, both on her head and her crotch somehow seemed to gain a reddish tint as their passion grew. Now there was no tint about it, it was fucking red -- dark from being soaked in vaginal juices, but fucking red. And red pussy was fucking delicious he thought as he dived back into his secretary's love hole. Patient Thompson had let her inhibitions go and was doing a wonderful job reaming out Frances's sensitive asshole. She'd gone from licking with the flat of her tongue to turning that tongue into a stiff little prick that was poking deeper and deeper into the younger woman's anus. Doc Franck was also going above and beyond in his attention to her front hole, although when Frances looked down she saw that the good doctor had grown a head full of thick, red hair. "Oh, baby!" she cried to her phantom lover as she saw her more solidly than ever before. "You are so beautiful. Eat me, baby, eat me out with your pretty mouth." Molly/Gabriel zeroed in on the woman's swollen clit and Molly/Agnes jammed her tongue as deep as she could into the woman's dirty ass. Molly/Frances felt the orgasm rolling toward her like feeling an approaching train through the rails. Then that fucking locomotive was charging through and taking her on an unforgettable ride like it had lost its brakes going down a mountain. The ghost screamed in pleasure through the secretary's throat and together they shook uncontrollably through the whole long ride to the bottom. The wicked slut's howl of passion was the last straw for Molly/Juan and he grabbed the full, womanly hips and slammed his cock as deep as he could into the tight, red pussy, letting out a strangled howl himself as he added his hot cum to Reg's earlier load. 'Oh, God, I'm licking an asshole and I can taste her pussy juice running into my mouth from her orgasm,' thought Agnes in disbelieving pleasure. "And a second cock is exploding inside of you," added her Irish-sounding mental companion. "Fucking you harder than you've ever been fucked in your life and filling you with gallons of hot spunk." "Unh, unh, unh," grunted Agnes before screaming out as she experienced yet another first in her life -- her first multi-orgasmic sex session. Slowly the three chain reaction lovers came down from their climaxes; moaning, panting, gasping for breath. Juan pulled loose and slumped back against the footboard, watching the cream ooze from the hot cunt. Agnes let her head slump back on the mattress, running her tongue around her lips to gather Frances's juices. Frances sat back on her ass to the side of Mrs. Thompson's head, leaning back against the headboard and stretching out her cramped legs. Frances laughed. "Well, there's a trick that turned into a treat," she declared. "What do you mean?" asked Reg from the chair where he'd been watching the show. "It's Halloween, right?" the secretary replied. "And we came here to pull a hell of a trick on a poor old woman. Well, I don't know about you, but it turned into a hell of a treat for me." She reached out and stroked the gray curls on Mrs. Thompson's head. "And I think a hell of a treat for you too, darling?" Agnes pulled the younger woman's hand to her lips and kissed it. "More like a heaven of a treat...a heavenly treat." 'Halloween?' thought Molly. 'No wonder I feel so...so real, so alive! Halloween has always been my night, hasn't it?" SILVERTON -- 1872: 'Halloween. My night!' thought young Miss Molly McCoy as she put on her costume. This year - her third Halloween at O'Reilly's, having arrived just a few weeks longer than two years ago - she was going to be a spirit, a ghost. It was the Irish who had brought the customs of dressing in spooky costumes with them to the New World and America was increasingly embracing the traditions of the old Celtic holy day; and just as in so many things, Seamus O'Reilly's' was leading the way. His public party in the main and outer rooms of the saloon/hotel was renowned for its musical and dance entertainment and its generous buffet and special low bar prices. The private party at the end of the southern wing of the hotel was even more renowned among those who earned an invitation by being a loyal customer or somehow influential in the community and beyond. The private party was where Molly ruled the night. Seamus had early recognized his cousine's unique talents when it came to organizing the girls and putting together really spectacular events, so now he just worried about managing the large public party and let his cousin's hot daughter take care of things in the brothel. As Molly wriggled into her tight white costume, enticingly tailored by the Chinese husband and wife tailor/seamstress team that Seamus kept on staff, she ran through her mind again how her Haunted House would work. The special guests, which tonight included the Governor and a US Senator (Seamus cleverly combined his Halloween party with a celebration of the anniversary of Nevada's statehood so the politicians could claim state pride instead of horniness as their reason for attending) would be shuttled from room to room by assorted sprites, witches and succubi - each adding her own special touch to building the guest's arousal. When the lucky victim finally made his way through a collection of zombie attacks, dancing skeletons and simulated executions, he would find himself in the O'Reilly inner sanctum -- the orgy room. Out in the main hall the public party was shifting into high gear with the Honorable Senator of the Battle Born State of Nevada giving a rousing address on the state's importance to the nation. The fact that some of the very dishonorable thoughts he was harboring about O'Reilly's Girls made there way into his speech and that his audience was already half drunk made it the success it was. Now it was time for Seamus's special touch for this year's party. The curtains opened on the stage, exposing a gnarled old woman sitting at a table. Silver mine torches focused by mirrors cast a spotlight on a cloudy crystal globe in the middle of the table. The old hag stared intently into the ball and megaphones mounted under the table amplified her voice as she mumbled and chanted in her ancient Roma language. "Who wants to talk to the dead?" Seamus asked the hushed crowd. "Some call her Gypsy, some call her witch, some call her blessed, but whatever you call her if you are willing to open your spirit to the great beyond she will put you in touch with the dearly departed." "Let's hear from President Lincoln," cried out one wag. "And General Lee," said another. "They can debate each other." The crowd laughed. "Ask my uncle John where he buried his money so I don't have to keep digging holes in the backyard." More laughter. "Ladies, Gentlemen," Seamus remonstrated the crowd. "Surely there's someone who can feel the spirits around us. It is All Hallows Eve, my friends. Is no one brave enough to reach through the dark veil and touch the other side this most special of nights?" "Sure 'n I'll give it a try, Seamus," said a patron dressed as a hanged man, a length of rope dangling from his neck. "Come on up here then, William," encouraged the host. "Who else?" Soon there were three men and two women seated at the table with the old crone. One at a time she took their hands in hers, staring into their eyes and continuing to chant. Each one was glad to get his or her hands back; a weird feeling ran down your spine when the gypsy held you with her surprisingly strong grip. At the fourth person, the second woman, she stopped, her eyes growing larger and her chanting increasing in volume and rate. The woman, in a Marie Antoinette gown, was beginning to freak out and almost ready to yank her hands away when the old witch stopped on her own and said quietly in her creepy accent, "You. You are open to the spirits. Place your hands on the crystal." The spooked woman gingerly reached out and gripped the base of the globe with her fingertips; the old woman did the same from her side. The others at the table stared intently into the glass ball, their doubts falling aside as they saw its milky interior begin to swirl as if the insides had suddenly turned from crystal to smoke. A smallish crowd stood around the table, looking for the trick; while many others who couldn't get close enough for a good look went back to the main party, enjoying their drinks and the increasingly loose company. Two who quickly gave up on the séance in search of different Halloween treats were the governor and senator. Walking up to Seamus they shook his hand and slapped his back and congratulated him on yet another wonderful party and thanked him for doing so much for the community and hum-a-na, hum-a-na "Well thank you for doing me the honor of attending our humble soiree," their cheerful host replied. Continuing on as if the next was not exactly what the two politicos were waiting for, Seamus asked, "Are you fine gentlemen in the mood for going through our Haunted House in the spirit of the night?" He pointed, indicating the Haunted House was down the hallway of the southern wing where each man had visited many times with great pleasure. Entering a door guarded by one of Seamus's giants the two VIPs found themselves stumbling along a darkened path formed by floor to ceiling sheets of black cloth. The illustrious Senator walked straight into one of the false walls and realized he was in a dead end cul-de-sac. Before he could get himself turned around he felt strong hands grabbing him at ankle and knee, holding him in place. He looked down but couldn't see anything as his assailants' black-clad arms and hands were invisible in the gloom. However, he could see a pair of arms covered in billowing white reaching out from the wall directly in front of him. The pale hands with long black fingernails went straight for his crotch, grabbing for his penis and balls through his pants. Getting separated from his companion, the Governor was also accosted by strong hands, but while these held him in place by his arms a black, and therefore invisible, chair was slid into the back of his knees, causing him to sit with a thump. The strong arms kept him seated while some decidedly more delicate hands began running their fingers through his hair and caressing his cheeks. Wilder West Ch. 02 On the saloon stage Madame Rushnova opened herself to the energy in the hotel. The alcohol and beautiful whores walking around in revealing dress had lowered the crowd's inhibitions and raised its libido, leaving people more open to the spirit world around them. They weren't trying to reach out like the small group around her table was, but the energy was just as good and the old Gypsy funneled it into the magical crystal ball that had been handed down for generations among her tribe in the old country. She had already felt the dead pressing close around on this night when the veil between the two worlds was at its thinnest, but now with the bright spirit of the woman she had selected acting like a flame to moths and the energy of the seekers and the crowd pushing out to part the veil of death she knew it wouldn't be long before one of the shadows of life would flow into the crystal. Molly felt the flutter of excited anticipation when her helpers passed along word that guests had finally begun making their way through the maze of terrifying pleasures. She was the spider at the center of the web and took another look around to make sure everything was ready for the flies. She signaled for the lanterns in the room to be doused, leaving just a wide array of candles scattered throughout to lend an eerie glow to the room. Then she settled herself to wait for her first victims, er, guests. By the time the Senator was released the ghostly hands had opened his trousers and pulled his swelling penis out through his fly. The Governor didn't regain his feet until his vest and shirt had been unbuttoned. The strong hands had then pushed the bemused politicians along to the next station on their journey and prepared themselves for their next visitors. As each man, and some women, passed through the various rooms of the haunted house he or she was alternately spooked by creepy apparitions and molested by ghostly hands. Each room became more sexually oriented the farther in you went. Near the end the visitor would come across a young woman apparently committing suicide by kicking over the stool she stood upon and hanging herself from a beam overhead. Red, fire-like lighting would come up, indicating the woman had gone to Hell for her sin. Scantily dressed demons appeared from the darkness around her and two pulled the suicide's legs apart while a third used a penis-shaped dildo on the end of a pole to violate her pussy. After some rigorous stroking the dildo was removed and offered to one of the other demon's black-lipped mouths. While that demon slut sucked on the faux cock another female demon would make her way to the visitor's crotch and suck his cock or her pussy for a few moments before taking him or her by the hand and thrusting him/her through the final curtain to where Molly waited. Marie Antoinette, at the table with Madame Rushnova, was silent in shock. The shifting smoke inside the ball had taken the shape of her dead father's head. He had been telling her how he missed her and how he regretted not spending more time at home with her instead of at his store. To the Roma medium the spirit's shape and words were as clear as they were to the dead man's daughter. The people close by who were most in tune with the portal that had been opened to the other side saw a form that was almost head-shaped and a sound like buzzing bees or someone overhead from a far distance. The next layer of spectators could only see swirling smoke inside the globe. But everyone could hear "Marie's" side of the conversation. "Daddy, I thought you stayed away because you didn't love me, that you were disappointed I wasn't a son," she said sadly to her father. "Oh, my angel, that is so completely the opposite of what I felt. I hid my feelings so long while I was alive, but from this side I don't seem to be able to hide things or to lie. I realize now that one of the reasons I stayed away more and more as you got older was because I wanted to fuck you so bad." The young woman's eyes went even wider and her jaw dropped. "You wanted to fuck me?" she asked, which made the spectators' eyes open. "Yes," the ghost admitted. "Each year as you became more and more beautiful I would have more and more wicked thoughts about you. If you hadn't gone back East for college when you did I might have acted on those thoughts." "Oh, Daddy! I wish you had." Now her eyes went down in shame as she made her own admission. "I used to sneak to your room on some nights and if I heard you making love to Momma I would crack your door open and peek. When I watched you stroking in and out of her I wished so much that it was me you were fucking." "Oh, my darling girl," the phantom answered with a wry smile. "What pleasures we would have shared. But at least now you know the truth. Never think again that your father didn't love you. I loved you from the beginning and I will love you forever." With the last words the head of smoke collapsed in on itself leaving the man's bemused daughter staring at a milky globe. She looked up at the old crone with a smile. "My daddy loves me. He really loves me." Then she rose from her seat and wandered off into the crowd, not noticing the odd looks she was getting. She'd been so deep into her trance that she didn't realize everyone had heard her describe her sexual fantasies about her father. But she wouldn't be the only one admitting or living out fantasies this Halloween night. When silver mine owner Jacob Smits entered the final room of the haunted house his massive organ was reaching out from his fly like a divining rod homing in on water. Only it was a different liquid this 10" pole was seeking out -- pussy juice. And there it was. On a slightly elevated dais ahead of him some mattresses were laid out and on those mattresses was an appropriately devilish sight for this night of darkness. A Chinese girl was kneeling naked, arms and face on the mattress, ass up in the air. Behind her on all fours was another naked woman with her face buried in the Chinese girls' crotch. The flowing red hair covering the China girl's ass told him he had found Mistress Molly. Behind her was yet another naked woman on all fours, this one with a head full of black hair feasting hungrily on the best piece of pussy Jacob had ever fucked. As he stared entranced at the delightful tableaux two helpers, one dressed as an angel, the other as a devil, came up to him and finished taking off the clothes that hadn't already been stripped from him on his walk through the haunted house. Soon they had him down to just his trousers and drawers pooled around his ankles, stopped by his shoes. While the angel worked on the laces on his right, the devil went after his unencumbered cock, grabbing the thick rod in both hands and worshiping the fat head with her tongue. As she opened her mouth wide to fit that head inside Jacob lifted his leg slightly to allow the angel to get his shoe and sock off and his foot free of his pants. Then she was up at his crotch, impatiently signaling the devil girl to get to work on his other shoe. Reluctantly the she-devil let go of the finest piece of man meat she had ever seen and attacked his shoe laces to get her task over as quickly as possible. Meanwhile the naughtiest angel ever held the mighty staff against the man's belly so she could lick his heavy ball sac. While he enjoyed the attendants' attentions Jacob surveyed the rest of the room. A number of other of Seamus's special guests had arrived ahead of him and he could see them arrayed around the room. Most were sitting on sofas or large Turkish pillows, watching Molly and her lovers. Some were also receiving attention similar to Jacob from an assortment of ghouls, ghosts and pixies. Out in the large party a man dressed as a pirate had put his fingers on the witch's crystal ball in Marie Antoinette's place. He listened intently as his older brother, who had fought for the Confederacy, described where he and his compatriots had hidden the Southern gold they had been protecting before the Yankees had overrun their position. Unfortunately none of the platoon had survived the battle and the gold had sat abandoned for nearly a decade. As he quickly left the party to head to a cave on the bank of the Mississippi, the Rebel's brother couldn't help but smile at the idea of a pirate going off in search of buried treasure. It was another pirate entering the orgy room behind Jacob Smits that finally made the angel and devil give up their shared kisses of his love pillar. Before leaving him the angel whispered in his ear, "I hope you'll save some for me." Jacob laughed and swatted her round ass once before striding off. Molly loved eating Ying Ma's pussy. Like everything on the petite China Doll it was tight and small and pretty. But it was also deceptive, going off in the most explosive, gushing orgasms of any in the O'Reilly house. And Molly could feel one of those delicious climaxes building under her tongue. That brought her own feeling of excitement up to the next level from where the second Chinese whore had carried her. Lovely Lee had been doing her usual wonderful tricks to Molly's pink pussy and had the red head's juices flowing. Now the Madame of O'Reilly's took the time to listen to the room around her. She picked up the heavy breathing and groans that told her the audience was enjoying her show. As an exhibitionist at heart, that lifted her even higher, to the very brink of her own orgasm. She just needed one last push to go over the edge. And here it came, or more specifically, here Ying Ma came. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, aaahhhhhhh!" screamed the Asian slut as her vagina absolutely clamped down and her come shot from her in a heavy stream right into Molly's mouth as the Irish whore covered Ying Ma's cunny with her mouth and sucked. Molly gulped and nearly choked as her own orgasm ripped through her. She screamed into her lover's twat while Lee launched the final attack on the red head's fat clit. For two men sitting up close and watching the erotic display the women's simultaneous orgasms were their own final straws and both turgid cocks exploded; one in the green-skinned hand of a goblin, the other into the black-lipped mouth of a succubus. Unfortunately for Nevada's senior Senator and her Governor, their explosions rendered them unable to answer the challenge that came from the stage they'd been watching so intently. While her orgasm was still rolling through her Molly rotated 90 degrees to the right so her knees were on the edge of the mattress and her fine, full ass was facing the crowd. On her left and right her Chinese companions made the same move, so now there were three beautiful asses with dripping pussies pointed at the audience. "Cocks!" Mistress Molly commanded. Jacob Smits made a move for the red head, but a short gray-haired man beat him there. Jacob stepped to his left, behind Ying Ma, while a third man approached Lee. All three men kneeled between a whore's legs and guided his swollen member to her hot cunt. Molly looked straight ahead so she couldn't see who was fucking her; being taken by a complete stranger was a great turn-on for her. She sighed deeply in pleasure as she felt the unknown man pushing his way into her love tunnel. She relaxed, giving him easy entrance, 'Not too big,' she thought, but a small dick might be the best way to start a night of what promised to be many cocks. Ying Ma, however, was not getting a warm up fuck, she was going right to the main event. It was a good thing she'd already had one strong orgasm to loosen her up and get her cunt nice and wet. But still, when she felt a bull elephant apparently trying to force his way into her tight box she couldn't help but let out a wail. Molly broke her no-look rule to check over her shoulder and see what was happening to Ying Ma. Things were allowed to get a bit more wild than usual on Halloween, but still she had to look out for her girls. Some of Seamus's big bouncers were in the room to service the female patrons and to do their normal bodyguard duties if needed and she got ready to call them over. Then she saw the powerful chest and broad shoulders of Jacob Smits and relaxed. Yes, Ying Ma was in trouble, but it was the kind of trouble the girl would eventually be able to deal with as Molly had on more than one pleasurable occasion. She got a flutter in her stomach when she imagined Jacob's huge pole inside her in place of the pencil that was there now. Her insides absolutely flipped when she realized Jacob was staring into her eyes and smiling. Jacob saw the look on Molly's face and once again the idea of taking her away from here and placing her in his own house -- as his wife -- entered his stalwart bachelor's mind. It was indeed an entertaining thought, but for now there was work to do. The girl beneath him was tiny and he was obviously going to have to advance carefully to take his pleasure from her, but Jacob Smits had been excavating mines in dangerous conditions for most of his life and he knew how to drill this shaft. His plum-sized cock head was nested at the opening of the girl's tunnel. Jacob reached in and used his fingers to pull her pussy lips as far apart as he could. He started rhythmically pushing against her, not really trying to get inside yet, just knocking on the door. Molly had her own work to do and turned her eyes straight ahead again and concentrated on her current lover; she knew she'd get to Jacob eventually. Feeling the man in her cunny settled into a good rhythm she began to push back against him at the bottom of each stroke, eliciting small grunts of pleasure. He began to pause each of these times, relishing the extra deep moments. The talented slut added a slight wiggle of her beautiful ass to further multiply the pleasure for her man and herself each time his balls came up against her twat. Ying Ma had relaxed her breathing and willed her cunny to relax as well, allowing her big lover to finally get his swollen head all the way into her super tight hole. Both Jacob and Ying Ma stopped and allowed themselves to adjust. Ying to be prepared to take more of the powerful rod and Jacob to keep himself from shooting off too quickly from the incredible grip of the whore's cunt. He'd never fucked Ying Ma or Lee before and wondered if all Chinese pussy was this tight. If he survived this one he was definitely going to have to test this theory with the other almond-eyed beauty. Lee had been the only one in the three-girl show who didn't have her pussy licked, so she hadn't had the release that Ying and Miss Molly had. Kissing the beautiful white woman's flower was so arousing, the silky red hair never failed to excite her, so she was definitely ready for a good fucking. And thank goodness, she was getting it. A prostitute never knows if her next customer is going to know what he's doing and usually comes to expect the worst, but the man inside her now obviously had some skills. He was taking his time, moving smoothly and deeply, swiveling his hips to enter her from slightly different angles. She decided to be more bold than usual and worked her own hips to signal him as to which approach she liked best. The clever fucker got the hint and settled into a rhythm that sent delightful shivers running through her. Molly's lover was leaning on her back so he could reach under and play with her big, round tits. She had to give him this; he was stroking into her pretty good, but gave no signs of early explosion. Most men were so overcome by the excitement of fucking such a beautiful woman that they didn't last long once they actually got inside her, but this guy was showing her that size really wasn't everything. Plus he knew how to play with a woman's breasts so she enjoyed it as much as he did. She reached her hand back under and began rubbing her love button; perhaps she'd go for another orgasm right away. The monster was really tearing her apart and Ying Ma was starting to like it. He was actually hitting up against her womb veil, he was going so deep. All the girls at O'Reilly's used diaphragms to keep from getting pregnant and it felt like Ying's might be getting knocked out of place; she didn't really care as long as it didn't interfere with this incredible pounding. The monster was really tearing her apart and Ying was starting to love it. The woman's ass was beautifully rounded and full and in perfect proportion to the rest of her body, but that body was so small that her ass was likewise small, so when Jacob pulled his cock all the way back until just the head was inside it really did look like a giant's. It was one of the most erotic images he'd ever seen and he fought not to lose himself to early climax from the over stimulation of watching his fat cock force its way into the tight hole. He closed his eyes and just relished the remarkable feeling as he tried to split her apart. A feeling so remarkable that just closing his eyes wasn't doing the trick in trying to hold back. Maybe a little extra exertion? Gripping the girl's thighs in his powerful hands Jacob stood up, keeping her crotch crushed up against his as he lifted her lower body off the mattress. Oh, yeah, that did the trick; he'd be able to last a little longer at least. For Ying Ma it also did the trick, but the other way. He was completely dominating her now, pounding her chest into the mattress with each stroke as he picked her up like a rag doll, like a fuck toy, and the young Chinese woman was in heaven. She was sobbing into the fabric as the pressure built higher and higher in her pussy. Molly heard Ying Ma's animal sounds and knew the girl was heading for a monster orgasm. She decided not to go for her own second climax just yet and stopped rubbing her clit. Then Molly turned her head to the right and saw that Lee was also right on the verge of coming. 'Oh, not only was this Halloween stranger a good fuck, he knew how to rub a clit too.' Once he'd explored and found the best angle for screwing her, he'd reached under and gone to work on Lee's sensitive nub. Now all the fantastic sensations were conspiring to push the beautiful whore over the edge. Short, shallow pants, strangled grunts, then a deep, long moan as Lee's hot pussy convulsed on the hard cock inside of her and she collapsed beneath him, shaking in pleasure. Her talented lover stayed right with her and nailed her to the mattress when she flattened out. Her orgasm rose in another wave that crashed down, drowning her in passion. Ying Ma was in her own ocean of pleasure. The extreme angle the man was holding her at meant her swollen clit was getting wonderful pressure as he ground into her mound while filling her tight pussy with his huge cock. She loved being manhandled this way and her pleasure at being dominated, at knowing that others were watching her at the mercy of this beast, sent her off into an even stronger orgasm than she'd had just a short time before under Miss Molly's tongue. The pussy juice squirted from her cunny, drenching her lover's balls and running down his thighs. She grabbed a pillow and bit into it, howling between her clenched teeth. The sound of the women coming on either side of her was music to Molly's ears. She heard men grunting too and thought their lovers must also be coming. She looked over her shoulder quickly to watch the orgasm contort Jacob's face, but the big, handsome man was still plugging away, not climaxing yet, though he looked close. It finally came through that the men she heard sounded farther away, more party guests in the rest of the room were shooting their loads in appreciation of the great sex show the six lovers on the mattress were putting on. Molly swung her head to the right, the man fucking Lee was like Jacob, very close, but not there yet. She couldn't see the man banging away at her cunt, but she could feel a change in his rhythm that meant he was in the same condition. Three hard cocks getting ready to explode. Wilder West Ch. 02 To the surprise of the short, old guy screwing her Molly pulled away, leaving him thrusting into mid air. She scooted forward a couple of feet, and then flipped over onto her back, facing the three men. "Wait!" she pleaded. All three froze in place, though it took a will of iron for Jacob not to fill the tiny whore with the lava burning in his groin. "I want you," the queen slut growled. "I want all of you, now." She got up to her knees. The man lying on top of Lee also rose up, pulling a nice sized prick out of her sated pussy. Jacob gritted his teeth and slowly, slowly peeled Ying Ma off his cock, each inch he pulled from her threatening to send him to the point of no return. Finally his weapon came loose with a loud pop and he lowered the exhausted whore to the mattress. Molly pointed at his impressive rod, "You, here," she commanded, pointing to the mattress in front of her. Jacob crawled over on hands and knees, breathing slowly and deeply as he re-gained his self control. He turned onto his back, feet pointing toward Molly. She straddled his legs and scooted forward until she was above his thighs. She wanted to just jump on that thing right now and feel it splitting her wide open, but she knew he needed more time to calm down if she didn't want him to come at her first touch. She looked up at the man who'd been fucking her -- Randolph Philips, she recognized. He was also staring at Jacob's incredible cock and comparing it to his own below average prick. He was clearly disappointed that he was losing the hot red pussy to this guy, but he understood. Molly acted quickly, before he developed a complex that stole the nice little erection he did have; she knew just what she wanted to do with that. "Come here," she cooed, making him look up, where he saw a wicked smile on her face. "Come back here." She gestured behind herself. When he got to a spot behind her she bent over, resting on one hand. With the other she reached back over her gorgeous round ass, down to her soaking wet pussy. She thrust her fingers inside, scooping out her natural lubricant, which she then smeared over her tight pink asshole. She smiled at him over her shoulder as she rubbed circles on the forbidden gateway. A big smile of his own replaced the recent frown when he saw her force one of her slick fingers through her sphincter. The two shared a look that said, 'There are some things a small dick is just perfect for.' The Irish temptress looked down and saw that Big Jake was back from the edge and ready for more action. She crawled forward on hands and knees another foot until her crotch was up above his. He reached down and pointed his big joint up at her. Before she sat down on it, however, she again looked behind and urged her backdoor lover forward with a jerk of her head. He also straddled the big guy's legs, moving up until he was up against Molly's hot ass. "Get it wet first," she instructed. He took his boner in hand and slid it back into her velvet glove, groaning with the revisited pleasure. He held it at the bottom of his stroke for a moment or two, and then slowly pulled it out, glistening again with her juices. Now at last she was going to feel Jacob Smits' big cock again. It had been four months at least since the last time she had ridden this stallion. She came up on her knees and reached down to spread her swollen lips wide while he aimed for her cunny. Slowly she lowered herself, using the weight of her body to force the huge head of this horse cock into her tight interior. She paused there, adjusting to and relishing the feeling of fullness. Then she began a slow slide downward, taking him inch by inch. When she got halfway there she already felt incredibly satisfied, he was so fucking thick. She did some short up and down jabs, just an inch or so, getting more adjusted to his size. Then without warning she just dropped, taking the last five inches all at once. He and she both cried out. Now joined together in the most wonderful way, the two sex addicts held still, panting, for a few moments. Then Molly wriggled and twisted her hips, getting out the wrinkles, so to speak, until Jacob was settled just right inside her, filling her so completely. Well, at least filling her front hole. The beautiful woman bent forward until her full, large breasts were crushed against Jacob's rock hard chest and her head rested on his powerful shoulder. Without a word she reached back with both hands and pulled her white ass cheeks apart. Philip immediately closed the gap between them and held the head of his rock hard cock up against the slut's tight rose bud. He had been working up a mouthful of spit, which he now let drip down onto her asshole. He used his cock head to rub the saliva on her private hole, increasing his pressure as he did so. When he felt her first hold steady, then begin to push back he gave a shove and forced his way past the tight ring of muscle protecting her most private hole. Molly screamed into Jacob's shoulder, nearly swooning from the intense pleasure as Philip pushed his steel rod deeper into her. Her cunt was so full with Jacob's massive cock that every one of Philip's five inches felt like more as the thin membrane separating the two men was rubbed and stretched. When his balls were tight up against the red head's ass, her older lover held still and gazed down in wonder at the beautiful sight of his meat disappearing into her taboo hole. He held that position until he heard Molly's ragged breathing return to somewhat normal. Then he began to pull back two inches, go in one, pull back two, go in one, until only the head of his cock was still trapped inside by the grip of her anus. He made the return trip, two forward, one back, until he was once again buried to the hilt. He did this two more times and then settled into slow, regular strokes. Feeling the little guy find and settle into his butt-fucking rhythm had been surprisingly erotic for Big Jacob Smits as he felt it all directly through the wall of Molly's cunny, but now it was time for a little movement of his own. Using his strong hands on the woman's hips he began lifting her slightly to meet her other lover's strokes. When he brought her back down onto his cock he would also bounce his hips off the mattress to get a little slam each time they came together. Soon the two men had their coordination down so Molly was volleying back and forth between a cock filling her cunt and then a cock filling her ass and it was glorious. She could do this forever, she thought, but then remembered, three cocks. Three cocks, three holes. She levered herself up on her hands and saw that her third lover, a man she did not know, was patiently waiting, slowly stroking his beautiful penis to keep it ready for her. She smiled at him and ran her tongue across her lips -- another silent signal. The stranger moved forward and kneeled at Jacob's shoulder. His cock pointed up at a jaunty angle, aimed right at Molly's pretty mouth. She was about to drop down on him when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing over she saw that a number of other party guests and house girls and guys had moved closer, surrounding the four lovers on the mattress and were engaging in a number of variations of fucking and sucking while watching Miss McCoy's incredible demonstration of slut prowess. For Molly the excitement level went up three notches -- she was about to take three cocks into her at the same time, something she'd never done before; one of them was a complete stranger getting ready to violate her mouth; and she was doing it in front of a group of people so excited by her actions that they had to latch onto the closest naked body they could find. The Irish beauty made an elaborate show of taking the unknown man's cock into her mouth. First she planted loving kisses on the head with full, pursed lips. Then she stuck her tongue out as far as she could and danced the tip of it up and down the throbbing shaft, slowly getting more and more of her pink tongue involved until she was lapping the delicious treat like a kid on an ice cream cone. Finally she pressed her closed lips against the very tip of his cock and pushed her head forward, letting his velvet-covered stone pillar force her mouth lips apart as if they were pussy lips. The erotic display had its desired effect and Molly heard a man in the audience grunt loudly as his own pecker shot its load. Already she could feel a powerful orgasm of her own building deep in the heart of her groin where the two men were having their sword fight through the thin wall separating cunt and ass. The stranger in her mouth had held still while she put on her show for the crowd, but now he began moving his hips, taking control and turning her blowjob into a face fuck; just the way Molly loved. She twirled her tongue around penis shaft and sucked on cock head, she squeezed and clenched vagina and anus, but mostly she just held on for dear life as three cocks rammed and jammed into her three fuck holes. Then it got even more intense when someone began sucking on one of her big tits -- a woman she guessed from the smooth skin -- and thrust a hand between her and Jacob's crotches, massaging her highly aroused clitoris. Pretty Molly was getting incredibly stimulating input from all five senses as she watched, heard, smelt, felt and tasted sex. She absolutely thrummed with excitement and the men enjoying her voluptuous body felt it and responded, each increasing the pace of his mouth, pussy or ass pounding as he went for the finish line. She in turn felt them all getting ready to explode inside her, to fill her with hot white lava, and that sent her through the roof. She felt that fluttering in her chest that only came with her most intense orgasms and just knew this was going to be the most powerful climax ever as she struggled to hold it off and let it build as long as possible. Philip was first. "Commiinnnggg," he choked out. "Coming in your big, nasty ass!" and his pulsing cock filled her bowels with a load of goo way out of proportion to the size of his ass drill. Jacob could feel the other man's pulses, could feel him coming right up against his own burning giant and that busted his cum dam wide open as he grabbed Molly's hips even tighter and crushed his groin against hers, trapping the clit rubber's hand in between, grinding it against the Irish whore's love button. Molly McCoy felt every throb of the big-veined cocks inside her, felt every spurt of hot cream bathing her insides, felt the electric shock of her engorged clit being smashed against skin and knew she could no longer resist the demands for release from the beast she'd always imagined caged in her cunt. Then the cock in her mouth joined the other two in explosion and shot a wad of man-seed right down her throat. She tried to swallow, but the orgasm roaring through her made it hard to control her throat muscles. She might have choked, but after forcing his first gush down her gullet the face-fucking stranger pulled out of her gasping mouth and stroked his pulsing hose with his hand, sending shot after shot of thick spunk splashing into her lovely face. That was the last straw and Molly gave herself over to the rampages of her animal nature as her inner beast busted his way out of his lair at her very core and charged his way into her chest. Ever since she'd first felt her strong urges and acted on them she'd personified her sex drive as a mighty jungle beast and imagined her orgasms releasing him from a cage in her groin. In her more powerful climaxes the beast would gambol all the way into her rib cage and drum on her heart with his mighty hands, leaving the girl breathless and lightheaded. He was there now, pounding for all he was worth, sending her collapsing onto Jacob Smits. What the woman of flawless external beauty didn't realize was that pounding in her chest wasn't just passion; it was a sign of a serious defect in her heart. A defect that had grown worse through the years, leaving a tissue thin spot that was too weak to stand up against the incredible blood pressure generated by tonight's glorious escapades. Molly McCoy died of orgasm. The crowd in the saloon had started to thin, although there was still a dedicated group around the old gypsy woman. Seamus was afraid at first that she wasn't going to be the successful "party favor" he'd hoped for, but as the night had worn on there'd been a wonderful feeling of mysticism hovering over the room, centered on the old crone. O'Reilly mentally patted himself on the back for another memorable event. In fact, he thought to himself, it's time to head to the back and reward myself for all this hard work by indulging with one or two of his girls, maybe even cousine Molly herself. 'What was that?!' thought a shocked Madame Rushnova. A new spirit had come rushing into the crystal ball, roughly evicting the shade of a tuberculosis victim who'd been communing with his former fiancée. This new ghost was bright, far brighter than any that had visited tonight, far brighter, the old woman realized, than any she had ever seen in her long life. The grieving fiancée pulled her hands back from the globe with a shriek, tipping her chair backwards and falling to the stage floor with a thump. Madame Rushnova kept her grip on the crystal, keeping the contact with the other side open. "Where did you come from?" she asked rhetorically. She played the last few seconds back in her head, where had this mist come from? Generally each of tonight's previous visitors had come "down from above" as the witch pictured it. She couldn't actually see them outside of the magical crystal, but they all left the definite impression of flowing in and out of the ball as if there was an opening in the top. This one, however, had come gushing in from the bottom, like the steam from a geyser. Suddenly a half-naked woman came crashing through the door of the southern wing, crying and yelling, "Mr. Seamus, Mr. Seamus!" O'Reilly strode quickly toward the distressed girl who flew into his arms. "What is it, Mary? What's happened?" he demanded. "Oh, Mr. Seamus, it's horrible," she wailed. "Miss Molly...Miss Molly is dead!" She collapsed and Seamus barely kept her from falling to the ground. One of his bouncers took the girl from his boss and O'Reilly went charging into the southern wing. Madame Rushnova looking into the milky globe in terror. The swirling fog circled and circled the crystal ball like a guppy in a fishbowl. When the old woman focused and opened her mind's eye the fog coalesced into a shape; the shape of a young, naked woman with long hair flying in circles, a look of bewilderment on her lovely face. "Oh, no, my darling girl," the crone mumbled in her thick accent. "What has happened to you?" The ancient Roma witch actually knew exactly what had happened. The girl had obviously just died, died in a place where the flow between material and spirit worlds had been temporarily reversed by the power of the enchanted crystal. Instead of jetting off to the afterlife as she should have, the dead girl's spirit had been drawn up into the globe, where it now circled restlessly, not knowing where to go or what to do. All around the old woman the party goers were rushing about, trying to find out what was going on in the mysterious back rooms of O'Reilly's they'd heard so many rumors about. Madame Rushnova, "Mother" to her tribe, kept her gnarled fingers firmly clamped to the globe, keeping the connection open. The old lore passed from seer to seer said that if the link was broken now the poor girl would be trapped in the crystal forever -- Mother had to get the shade to leave the ball, to flow up through that imagined opening in the top to whatever lay beyond. In the back room the body of Molly McCoy lay on its back on the stained mattress, a white sheet covering her nakedness. The two Chinese girls sat on either side crying and saying Buddhist prayers. Most of the party guests in the room, including the Governor and Senator had grabbed their clothes and beat a hasty retreat through the rear entrance. Only Jacob Smits remained of the dead girl's lovers; his trousers on, but still shirtless. His head hung despondently as he gazed sadly on the only woman he'd ever thought of marrying. Seamus O'Reilly fought and stumbled his way through the dark hangings Molly had used to create her Haunted House, finally charging into the orgy room and skidding to a halt at the edge of the dais. One look confirmed the message; his cousin's lovely daughter was gone. "Who did this?" he demanded, looking around in anger. He caught sight of one of his bouncers and turned on him. "What the hell happened here, where were you, who did this?!" The big, dumb man stood in silent shock, not knowing what to say. Behind Seamus Jacob spoke up, "No one did this...or maybe I did," he said sadly. "You!" O'Reilly spit out. "I'll cut your fuckin' heart out." "No, boss," the bodyguard finally said. "Mr. Smits didn't do nothin' wrong. He was just... Um, he was just...having fun with Miss Molly when she just collapsed. Hell, he wasn't even on top of her, she was riding him...", again the simple man fell silent, not knowing how to explain that the boss's young second cousin had put on the most outrageous sex show he'd ever seen. "It's true, Seamus," said Erin O'Toole, the oldest of O'Reilly's Girls and the one who'd been with him the longest. She stepped up to her long-time lover and boss and laid her head on his chest. "She was having a wonderful time, just being the wild Molly we loved and I guess her heart just gave out." The tears began to flow down the woman's cheeks and Seamus cradled her in his arms. Mother Rushnova dug deep into the recesses of her mind, pulling out every spell she'd ever learned, chanting the ones that seemed to relate and trying to compel the wayward soul to exit the crystal before she was trapped for all time. Molly slowed her "pacing", eventually settling at the bottom of the globe, trying to place the words she was hearing just beyond the range of her hearing. Trying to understand the odd feeling she had, of being in the wrong place, but not sure where she should go. She fell back on an old trick, the one she'd used the first time beautiful Jacob Smits had stuffed his lovely monster up inside her. She just relaxed, willed all her muscles to relax, and just let "it" come to her. After a few moments her instincts took over and she left the glass ball. Once the crystal was clear Mother released her grip, closing the passage to the other side before the dead girl could slip back through. She hoped the spirit had gone to the right place, but couldn't shake the impression that the living fog had seeped back out of the bottom of the globe rather than rising through its top. If so, then the old gypsy feared the girl's shade was still in the house and she didn't know if young Molly would be able to leave. * October 2008 Sam's Island Publishing Wilder West Ch. 03 SILVERTON, NEVADA -- PRESENT DAY: Barbara and Gina and their boyfriends Jerry and Paul walked out of the Bijou with the rest of Silverton's teenagers who'd taken part in the Halloween tradition of watching "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." All around them were people in costume, reciting lines from the movie and generally clowning and goofing in front of the small town's only theater. The foursome made their way to Paul's Silverado parked down the street. "Is it just me or does it seem like the crowd keeps getting younger and younger?" the tall basketball star asked as he fished his truck keys out of his pocket. "Maybe it's just that we're getting older," offered the beautiful red headed Barbara who had just turned 18 a week earlier, joining her three friends as official adults. "No, Paul's right," stated Barb's beau, Jerry. "I swear some of those kids are my little brother's friends and he's just started junior high school. "Oh, please," laughed long, blonde Gina. "I remember the first time I saw the two of you here, you were just as goofy as any of those kids. But now that you're Big Men On Campus you're too cool? Whatever. "Rocky" is still a load of fun and I'm not going to let you wet blankets bring me down." Gina slid into the passenger seat beside her guy Paul and said, "Now I'm ready to party, did we decide on Andrew's or Norma's?" "Andrew's leaves us closer to O'Reilly's," practical Jerry answered, referring to their planned after-party destination. "Then Andrew's party is the one that will be graced with our presence. Drive on, Studly." "Yes, Your Highness," laughed Paul, slipping the big SUV into gear. SILVERTON, NEVADA -- 1872: The mood at O'Reilly's hotel was somber some two days after its manager and "guest relations" leader, Molly McCoy had passed away during the hotel's annual Halloween bash. The proprietor, Seamus O'Reilly, who was also Molly's second cousin, had been angry and touchy immediately after the young woman's passing. Finally, after hearing all the details from one of his most trusted employees, Erin O'Toole, Seamus was finally coming to terms with the fact that Molly the Red was indeed gone, but that she had gone out exactly as she would have chosen -- living her life to the fullest. Seamus sent telegrams to Denver and San Francisco, notifying Molly's parents and brothers. His cousin Cathleen, the girl's mother, and her father Patrick would be arriving with brother James in another two days time. Her brother Sean expected to arrive from California the same day or the next. Seamus was describing to Erin the plans he'd finalized with the undertaker for Molly's funeral. The wake would of course be held here in O'Reilly's saloon. "And what will you tell her kin about the way she passed?" asked Erin. "Most of the truth," he replied sadly. "I don't think they'd appreciate the fine details." "Aye, you're right about that, I suspect. Seamus, if it's alright with you I'd like to hold a separate wake for those of us who loved her here so we don't have to hold back in our rememberin'." O'Reilly thought on it a moment and nodded his assent. You couldn't properly send a spirit off to her final reward without acknowledging and celebrating her life here on earth, especially a life as rich as bonnie Molly's had been. SILVERTON, NEVADA -- PRESENT DAY: Andrew Chumley's party was going great. His DJ knew his business and had a great selection of tunes going through an impressive sound system. There were free-standing propane heaters scattered across the large backyard so people could stand outside despite the autumn chill. And his parents had wisely decided to spend their own Halloween weekend at their cabin at Lake Tahoe, so there were no grown ups to get in the way of having kegs to tap into and some joints to light up. The October Gang, so-called because all four of their birthdays fell in October, were enjoying themselves along with their classmates and some of last year's graduates who were still in town. However, they kept to their long-standing pact of passing on the dope and going very light on the alcohol. Some stoners and future alcoholics thought it was because they were goody-two-shoes, worried about jeopardizing the athletic or academic scholarships they were sure to be offered for college. For the four friends, however, it was really more of a question of not having a lame excuse like drunkenness to blame their behavior on. If you were going to let your boyfriend fuck you in front of another couple you were not going to be able to deny that you knew what you were doing later. SILVERTON -- 1872: The people at Molly McCoy's first wake had themselves under a similar restriction as The October Gang; mostly because no one wanted to be the drunken fool who let slip what had happened in the special room at the end of the southern wing of O'Reilly's hotel. Big Jacob Smits was undergoing the hardest grilling yet. "I understand you were with our darling Molly when she passed?" the dead girl's mother asked as her husband and sons listened in. Just being in the same room with them was hard for the rough and ready silver miner. He could see about 75% of Molly in her beautiful mother and the other 25% stood there in the form of her father. The older brother took mostly after the father with his black hair, but the younger, Sean, could have been Molly's twin. He breathed deeply to calm himself; then nodded. "Yes, ma'am." "I think everyone's trying to spare my feelings, God bless 'em, but I would truly like to know a bit more about what happened. Will you tell me?" Jacob swallowed and caught the hard eye Seamus was giving him from behind his cousin. "Well, ma'am..." he stammered. "You know there was a Halloween party going on?" She nodded. "Well...your Molly had done a brilliant job putting together a Haunted House for us to wander through; she was a wonderfully clever girl." A slight smile from the grieving mother. "It had all sorts of spooks, and skeletons and all." "That girl always did love All Hallows Eve," her father remembered. "I'll bet she played a part in the Haunted House herself." "That she did," Jacob exclaimed, eagerly grabbing onto the man's words as he tried to think his way through this. "What was she?" asked Cathleen. "Ma'am?" responded Jacob blankly. "Her costume, how was she dressed in the Haunted House?" "Oh..." Dressed? She wasn't dressed at all by the time I saw her, the big miner remembered. It was just Molly in all her naked glory with those big tits and round ass all wrapped in moonlight skin sprinkled with strawberry freckles. He looked hopelessly over the woman's head and saw Seamus mouthing something. 'O? O? Ghost?' "A...ghost," he said hesitantly, relaxing when he saw Seamus nod yes. "She was dressed as a ghost," he said with relief. "Almost as if she knew," her father intoned while his wife pressed her head on his chest and sobbed. Again poor Jacob was lost. "Sir?" "Dressed as a spirit on the night she became one," he said as if explaining the obvious to a dense child. "Oh." "I'll bet she was having fun, though," Molly's mother smiled gamely through her tears. "She was a great one for a party, that girl." Was she having fun? thought Jacob. Riding up and down on his big cock while another man corn holed her asshole and a third fucked her pretty mouth? "Yes," he answered honestly, "I think Molly was having as much fun as I ever saw her have." His voice and eyes dropped as he finished and a tear welled in his eye. "You loved her, didn't you?" Cathleen said sagely. Jacob raised his glance and found himself staring into those same emerald eyes he had come to dream about in the two years he'd known Molly. "Yes, ma'am, I did." The older version of his passed angel stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the strapping man and he let his tears fall into her thick red hair. SILVERTON -- PRESENT DAY: Jerry loved the way Barb's hair smelled and it felt so good against his cheek as they slow danced on the living room floor. He opened his eyes and took in its rich, red color. The same color as the silken bush on her beautiful pussy he thought. Hey, he was only a man, what did you expect? He pulled her tighter and felt those incredible titties crushed against his chest. Barbara loved the strength in Jerry's wrestler's arms and melted against him. Ooh, down below she could feel another of his impressive muscles beginning to flex. The nectar flowed from her flower in anticipation of what was to come. Sometimes it bothered Jerry that he was only 5' 7" and that most of his childhood friends had grown up past him, but Barb was 5' 6", which made her the perfect height for kissing. He reached up and brushed the hair back from her forehead, tilting her head back slightly in the process. Gently he leaned in and pressed his mouth against her full lips. As she returned his kiss their feet kept rocking back and forth slightly, but you couldn't call it dancing anymore. Suddenly someone bumped into them. "Get a room!" Paul laughed, holding a radiant Gina in his arms. Molly felt the blood rush to her cheeks, embarrassed to be caught making out in public, even if every other couple at the party was doing the same thing. Jerry was quick on the comeback. "Just so happens I have a room," he leered. "Would you ladies care to see it?" "Yes!" declared Gina. "I am ready to be spooked." SILVERTON -- 1872: Molly's second wake was a much more lively party, much more in the spirit of the spirit, so to speak. Her family had left Silverton, devastated by their loss, but happy to know that an entire town had apparently loved their daughter dearly -- and it had. The beer and wine flowed freely as the guests gathered at O'Reilly's saloon shared their memories of the vivacious red head. Molly truly had been a special girl, soft hearted and firm minded at the same time. The local butcher recalled how this fiery young thing had stared him down on his price for beef for the hotel kitchen, bringing to bear all she had learned negotiating with her mother as they outfitted railroad camps on the Great Plains. Another man confessed how Molly had had some of that very same hard earned beef delivered to his house last winter when he was injured and couldn't work. She'd kept his young children from having nothing but oats and beets to eat when the snows came. Of course you couldn't have a wake for Miss Molly McCoy without talking about her sexual escapades. Seamus got some cheers from customers when he suggested that maybe now he wouldn't have to buy any more of the rubbers that Molly had insisted he provide the girls. The whores in the room booed him down, reminding him how many fewer girls had been lost to pregnancy and female problems since more of them had been using protection. Seamus laughed, saying he was only joking about getting rid of the rubbers -- as long as he could still go bareback. Erin O'Toole threw her arms around his neck and purred, "You can always go bareback with me, Seamus. But I think I'll throw my womb veil out with the rubbers. Are you ready to be a daddy?" The room broke into laughter. The two Chinese whores who had been with Molly the night she died were curled up together in the corner of a sofa. Ying Ma would normally never speak out in a room full of whites, but tonight was different, tonight was for Miss Molly, who had never made her feel like less of a person because of her yellow skin and slanted eyes. "I think Miss Molly was Buddhist," she said in her soft voice. Everyone looked at her curiously. "She knew that everything was connected, that what mattered was how people treated each other. The loving that goes on in this house is powerful. But it can be both evil and good, it all depends on how people use it and Miss Molly made sure it stayed on the good side." The room hushed as they considered Ying Ma's take on Molly's philosophy of sex. Her partner Lee knew, however, that the purpose of this Irish wake was to leave people feeling happy, so she threw out, "So, was it good or evil when Miss Molly pulled my pants down and spanked me?" The laughter returned. "It depends," Ying Ma smiled, going with her friend's direction. "Did you like it?" "Ooh, I liked it very much," the Asian slut growled, bringing down the house. SILVERTON -- PRESENT DAY: The foursome pulled up in front of the abandoned O'Reilly's Asylum for the Mentally Ill and stared at the dilapidated structure through the truck windows. The full moon was hanging just above the right corner of the old frontier-style two-storey building. "It looks like something right out of a horror movie," Gina gushed. "Yeah, maybe Freddy or Jason is waiting inside for us," Paul said, suddenly snapping his hands out to grab his girlfriend, making her jump and squeal. "It used to belong to my family," Barbara said in a hushed tone. "What?" "Right!" "Get the fuck outta here." "Really," she almost whispered, staring at the old place. "Oh, I gotta hear this," Gina insisted, leaning over the back of her seat and staring at her friend. "We've known each other forever and you never told me your family owned the haunted nut house?" "I just found out myself." Red shook her head and faced her friends. "After you told me all those things last week I remembered my grandfather talking about the place when I was a little kid. Well, we went to visit him the other night and I asked him about it. He said that his grandfather Sean, who settled here sometime in the late 1800's, was a cousin of the O'Reilly who built the place." "Very cool," declared Jerry. "Did he say why your family built an asylum?" "Actually, it was a hotel back then. Grandpa Patrick says Grandpa Sean used to claim it was the busiest, fanciest hotel in the whole state." "What happened?" "Same as with everything else, I bet," offered Gina. "The silver ran out." "You know," mused Jerry, squinting at the old building. "I've always thought it looked strange for a hospital, but I can definitely imagine it as an Old West hotel, with horses tied up out front and probably a saloon down on the ground floor." O'REILLY'S -- 1872: Jacob Smits hitched his horse to the railing out front and then stood and stared at the front door, debating internally about whether or not to go in. It had been so damn hard here the other night with Molly's family, he wasn't sure he could go through that again. But of course tonight was different, tonight there would be no lying, no cover stories. Seamus, who'd been angry at Jacob at first for his part in Molly's death, had come to respect the big man for not running when the girl first died in his arms and then for coming and facing her family when he didn't have to. O'Reilly realized the miner's feelings for his cousin were true and he'd always suspected that she had felt more than just desire for Smits, so he'd personally invited him. When the front door swung open Jacob turned to see who was arriving late to the party. His gut clenched at first when he saw Jacob Smits standing there, the man who had fucked Molly to death with his giant cock. Then he got a grip on himself, grabbed two shot glasses full of whiskey off the bar and walked up to welcome Molly's favorite lover. He placed a glass in one of the man's hands and his own hand into Jacob's other. The two threw the fiery liquid back, shook firmly and then headed back to the crowd who welcomed Smits with handshakes, slaps on the back and hugs from the women. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: Gina and Barbara walked around the room in amazement. When they'd climbed through the window at the back they'd expected to find inches of dust, rat turds and cobwebs. Well, there were still plenty of cobwebs, but Jerry had done a good job sweeping the floor and fixing the place up. There were two large inflatable mattresses on the floor with clean sheets and pillows. Beside each bed stood a softly glowing electric space heater that had obviously been on for awhile since the room had none of the chill of the outside. There were candles that Jerry was walking around lighting now. As the soft light grew the girls saw an ice chest and wine glasses on a picnic blanket on the floor. "Wow," said Gina. "I'm impressed." "That's my man," Barbara said proudly, laying a kiss on Jerry's cheek. "Hey, what about me?" complained Paul, sticking his head through the window from outside. He'd been parking his truck away from the old hotel/hospital to avoid drawing attention. "And how much of this was your doing?" his girlfriend asked shrewdly, knowing full well that Paul was no planner away from the basketball court. He thrust a boombox threw the window. "I brought the music," he declared. "My hero," Gina purred. "Come here and get your reward." The tall boy scrambled through the window and hurried over to the hot blonde. She pulled his head down, turning it to the side and laying a kiss on his cheek as Barbara had done to Jerry. Then she straightened his head and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him deeply and taking his breath away. "Wow, all he did was bring a boombox and that's what he gets?" Jerry said in mock complaint. "Poor baby," Barbara pouted. "Feeling cheated?" She weaved her fingers into his short, dark curls and returned to the kiss that had been interrupted back at the Halloween party. For a few minutes the two couples just stood and made out; arms clasping, tongues wrestling, passions rising. In a room down the hall from the teens something stirred; something that had lain dormant for years. A couple of weeks ago Jerry had unknowingly "knocked the dust off" it during his reconnaissance trip. Earlier today when he'd come and done all his preparations for tonight's private party, he'd given it a breath of life with the sexy thoughts running through his head about putting the inflatable mattresses to work. And now the love and lust coming off the two couples in heat waves was melting the stiffness from its figurative joints. O'REILLY'S -- 1872: "Let's get something out in the open," their host said with a slight slur later that evening after a few more whiskies. "I was pretty mad at you when I heard what happened, I figured you'd just tore my sweet Molly apart with that club you're packing. But the more I think on it the more times I can remember Molly being light headed and out of breath after too much physical activity of any kind. Like when she insisted on helping move some of the new furniture up to the second floor. She practically passed out from the exertion." "Yes," agreed Lee, who was snuggled up against Jacob on the sofa. "When the night fun was very exciting sometimes she would hold her chest and say the beast was beating on his drums. I didn't understand, but it only happened when she'd had the best orgasm, so I thought it was a good thing." Ying Ma was nested into his other side and reached a hand into the silver miner's crotch while she spoke. "Oh, yes, Miss Molly very much like Mr. Jacob's big man. Ying Ma too small to take him too often, but Miss Molly most happy when Mr. Jacob fill her up." She squeezed and rubbed, feeling the mighty python begin to swell and raise his head. Slender Erin stood behind Seamus's chair and ran her hands over his shoulders to his chest and nuzzled his neck. "She was an amazing girl and she did love to fuck. Not only that," she continued, snaking a hand inside her pimp's shirt and rubbing his nipple, "she taught this old whore to love it again too." Seamus turned his head to the side and shared a deep kiss with the prostitute who was still beautiful, even at the decrepit age of 32. Another of O'Reilly's Girls, "The Best Whores in Nevada", dropped to her knees in front of one of the brothel's giant bouncers and fished his hot meat out of his drawers. "I used to be afraid of sucking a customer," she crooned, expertly stroking his rod to life. "But Molly loved it and she showed me all sorts of tricks to give them more pleasure without being scared of choking." She lowered her open mouth over the now-hard cock, taking it deep into her throat just like Molly had taught her. The huge bodyguard groaned. Wilder West Ch. 03 Back in the orgy room Molly raised her head, concentrating. If she'd actually been visible she would have looked like someone listening for something or even a bit like a hunting dog sniffing for game. The poor girl was confused; she was like an amnesiac, knowing something was amiss, but not what. When her thoughts were closest to clear she felt like she was on that edge of sleep and wakefulness when dreams and reality blend. She didn't know it consciously, but she'd stayed here in the room where she died ever since leaving the false comfort of the gypsy's enchanted crystal ball. There had been nothing to draw her from this place, nothing more powerful than the echoes of high passion that reverberated through the room. Neither customers, nor whores had been in the mood following the girl's death, so O'Reilly's had been without sex for going on a week, longer than it ever had since opening its doors. Tonight, however, something was happening, something magnetic, something compelling and the force that had been Molly McCoy flowed toward its element. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: The essence of Molly had never been weaker and its connection to the material world was tenuous at best. It had begun to move, like an iron filing toward a magnet, but suddenly it stopped, the link broken. "Hey, it's cold!" Gina complained, breaking off her kiss with Paul. "No wonder," offered Jerry as he and Barbara also let loose their lip lock. "Stretch left the window wide open." Grinning sheepishly the basketball star quickly returned to the open window and brought it down with a bang. He arranged the black cloth Jerry had hung to keep anyone outside from seeing their lights and then turned around and shrugged. "Sorry." "Hey," Jerry said slyly, "I'm glad you enjoy the party room, but are you ready to see the rest of the Haunted Mansion? It's pretty creepy." "Yeah, sure," agreed his friends and the four teenagers entered the hall. "Wow, it's really cold out here!" declared Barbara, huddling into her coat. "Yeah, most of the other windows in the place have broken glass or only boards," said their tour guide, Jerry. "Come on, this way," and he headed off to the right, away from Molly. "Check this out." He opened a door a little ways down the hall from theirs. "I almost set up in here because this room doesn't have any windows to let in a draft and it's already equipped with some very important accessories." The teens walked past him into the room and Barbara squealed in fright when the footing changed underneath and she nearly fell. "What the ...?" exclaimed Paul as he also stumbled. Shining his flashlight down he saw that the floor was entirely covered with a mattress. The others shined their lights all around, exposing that the walls were covered the same way. "A real padded room?" said Gina in awe. "Wall to wall fucking," cheered her boyfriend, sharing a high five with Jerry. "Why do I stay with such an immature perv?" asked Gina, shaking her head. O'REILLY'S -- 1931: Dr. Gabriel Franck, formerly Chief Psychiatrist at O'Reilly's Asylum sat trussed up in a straitjacket in one of the padded rooms he himself had directed be installed. In a lucid state at the moment he sat up against one of the walls and pondered his fate. Yes, he recognized that gang raping patients was an unorthodox treatment, but it had certainly worked for Agnes Thompson, snapping her right out of her crippling, suicidal depression. And it wasn't as if it had really been his idea in the first place, was it? He had described the red headed demon to them so clearly, and they'd heard the same story from many over the years hadn't they? But still they refused to believe him. Accusing him first of faking mental illness to stay out of the regular prison, and then accusing him of actually being as crazy as any of his patients. But it was all true. Just let any of them try to stay at O'Reilly's for any length of time, then they'd see. They'd feel the incessant pressure in their groins, experience the memories and fantasies playing so vividly in their minds it was like watching live shows of your most forbidden thoughts, see the people around them through that red haze that made everyone's passions stand out. Yes, if only he could get them to come here for a day or two. If only he could get his mother to come here for a day or two, oh that would show the cold hearted bitch. Only she wouldn't be cold to him then, would she? No, she'd be hot, so hot for him, begging him to fuck her and he would, he and the red demon together they'd fuck mother so hard, make her beg for mercy. Dr. George Sampson noted on his clipboard that the subject, Gabriel Franck, was once again violently dry-humping the padded floor as he did everyday, four or five times a day. Taking another look at the poor bastard through the small window in the door, he shook his head sadly and headed down the hall. Glancing at his watch he saw that it was almost 4:00, just about time for Nurse Crandall to come on shift. His step became livelier as he turned toward the nurses' station. He'd never really thought about cheating on his wife before, but something about Susan Crandall was just so hot...maybe it was that red hair. O'REILLY'S -- 1872: "This is nice room, we go in here, okay?" urged Lee as she pulled Jacob across the threshold of a room that would one day be covered with padding instead of flocked wallpaper and Persian rugs. Ying Ma came after; closing the door behind them and helping her partner guide the big man to the large brass bed, where he sat hesitantly. Things had been starting to get pretty wild out in the saloon after the first blowjob started, but no one really wanted to take the action back to the orgy room where Molly had died so recently. So by silent consent the various couples and other groupings had headed off to the whores' rooms to pay special tribute to the memory of Molly, Queen of Sluts. Jacob was feeling sorely confused. Out front, when the two Chinese beauties had begun stroking, rubbing and squeezing him he had felt guilty and ashamed when his peter came alive under their touch. He felt like he was betraying Molly who hadn't been in the ground even a week. Then something had changed. It was almost like their last night together when they'd been fucking separate people side by side at the Halloween orgy. She hadn't been jealous or angry that he was screwing Ying Ma instead of her; instead Molly had been encouraging him, wanting him to give the tiny woman a good hard fuck. That's how it had felt in the saloon a few moments ago, like Molly was standing right there egging him on to plow his massive tool into the two whores. When Molly had entered the saloon a rush of excitement swelled up inside her, here "it" was, that something she'd been unconsciously seeking as she tried to absorb the memories in the orgy room - hot sex. There was Jeannie on her knees sucking big Colin McCaffrey. She was doing it just right, just the way Molly had taught her and it looked so good it made the red head's juices flow. Then suddenly SHE was sucking Colin's hard cock. His throbbing pole was reaching into the top of her throat and she swallowed, clutching the sensitive head with her throat muscles. Then she WAS Colin and Oh My God is this what it feels like to have your dick sucked? No wonder men couldn't get enough of it! Looking down she saw his balls banging up against Jeannie's chin and the girl looked like such a slut with her mouth full of cock that Molly/Colin couldn't stand it and started spasming in orgasm, sending jets of cum down the whore's throat. No painful beating in the chest now, just wondrous release. The big man stumbled back and sat down hard on the sofa. Fuck, it was like he'd never come before, he thought, that was incredible. He reached down and grabbed the girl by the arm, pulling her up to sit in his lap as he hugged her tight. This felt so good Molly "thought", so right, just the way it should. But wait, somewhere nearby something was wrong. There was passion sitting, waiting in the pot, but only simmering, not coming to a boil. She flowed along the sofa. Lovely Lee! No, Lee was not the problem. There was a pool of sadness here, but Lee's internal fire was ready to go, to turn the sadness to steam and let it sail away. And Ying Ma! Molly spiritually stretched her limbs; how different it felt to be so petite. The red shadow laughed when she realized what it was that felt so different -- her tits. She'd been carrying around those big, heavy melons so long that she felt like a feather with Ying Ma's small, pert berries. Ying Ma and Lee gazed at each other across the broad expanse of Jacob's chest. Each girl gave a slight nod to the other to say, yes, I feel her. Raised to be more in tune with the worlds around them the two young Asians realized that their beautiful white lover was with them now as an elemental, reduced to her most basic nature by the way she had lived and died. They could feel that her passion was still fueled by love, just as when she was alive and so they did not worry about her being trapped on this plane. They believed that eventually Molly's soul would rise to the next level after it had served its purpose here. Jacob. Here was the problem, Molly sensed. Her beautiful man was so burdened with sadness that he wasn't taking joy from her friends' attentions, he was feeling...guilty? She reached out and stroked his cheek, ran her fingers along the strong jawline and then into the thick hair. Jacob gasped, he could see the girls' hands on him, but not near his face and head, yet he could swear someone was gently massaging his temples the way Molly used to. Now the hands were reaching behind his head and pulling it forward where it met...a breast? He closed his eyes and yes, a full soft breast pressed against his lips. He inhaled; only Molly smelled like this and he breathed her deeply into his lungs. Now he felt hands in his lap, undoing the buttons of his trousers -- the Chinese girls working together to get to his cock! He clenched his legs together tightly and reached down to stop them, he couldn't act this way in front of Molly. But suddenly the hands he'd felt cradling his head were gripping his own hand, stopping it from interfering with Lee and Ying Ma. He was being made to reach out in front of him where he found a silk-covered mound; Molly's prominent sex with its fine red carpet. The lips were already opening, gaping a little and they were wet. Molly wasn't upset with him for being with the other girls, she was excited by it. "Yes!" flashed into his head with that thought. His guilt melted away as he realized that Molly wouldn't be any different in the afterlife than she'd been here; the feeling their hearts had for one another didn't interfere with the pleasure they shared between themselves and others. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: The October Gang reentered the hallway of the southern wing headed back toward their starting point. "Wow, this place is creepy," Barb said with a shiver. "I can't help but think about those poor patients locked up in their rooms. Some of the ways they treated mental patients, even less than a hundred years ago, was pretty barbaric." "Well, just wait until you see what we have at the end of the hall," Jerry replied as he kept going past their party room. His flashlight picked out the handle of an oversized door and he reached out and pushed it open. Stopping in the doorway he gestured for the others to enter. "After you," he intoned in his best Bela Lugosi. Barbara walked in hesitantly, flashlight pointed at the floor to avoid any more tripping like back in the padded room. This floor was plain white tile, chipped and cracked in many spots. The foursome played their beams back and forth exposing a room much larger than any of the others except for the common areas at the front of the hospital. This room also didn't have any windows. It seemed to have been sectioned off into smaller divisions by partial walls. Walls that were covered in white tile like the floor. "What was this place?" asked Paul. "Look over here," responded Jerry, gesturing with his flashlight. The beam landed on a waist-high wooden table mounted to the floor. "A surgical table," he explained. "I think this was the treatment room for patients who got sick or hurt. Although I'm not sure if you wouldn't sometimes be worse off After your treatment," he continued as he led the way around one of the separating walls. Here was a table much like the other, except it had the remnants of leather straps hanging off the sides and up above they could see a bundle of wires. Jerry guided his beam along the wires and showed where they ended in an electrical box of some sort. "Electro-shock therapy?" Gina said in disbelief. "A little 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest' action in here my friends," Paul said with a manic tilt to his voice. Barbara snuggled up against Jerry. "Let's get out of here; this place is too sad and creepy." O'Reilly's former orgy room had indeed gone through a drastic, depressing transformation from the time Molly had died here, but it was still the place with the most sexual energy absorbed into the walls, so it was still the place she gravitated to when there was nothing else happening in the hotel. It was where she'd returned after losing the brief connection she'd had with the teenagers earlier. But now they were right on top of her and she tagged along with them when they headed back to their party room, almost like a burr they'd brushed up against and got caught in their clothes. * October 2008 Sam's Island Publishing Wilder West Ch. 04 O'REILLY'S -- 1872: Lee and Ying Ma were unbuttoning Jacob's vest and shirt, but his original feeling of guilt at taking pleasure with another woman so soon after Molly's passing had returned. Had he really felt the beautiful Irish girl's presence out in the saloon or had he been deluding himself to try to justify his disloyalty? When the crowd in the saloon had started to break up and its members to head off to private rooms to continue their sexual healing Molly had stayed with Jacob and the girls at first. But then her new sexual/spiritual barometer or thermometer or whatever it was registered that another couple was not functioning at peak efficiency, while this threesome was, so she left them and moved to the others. Having just died, Molly's spirit was at the most life-like that she would ever be in terms of understanding what was going on around her and connecting her new existence to her old life, but in reality her new nature was now firmly in control. If you could ask her she might claim she was making these decisions about where to go and what to do, when actually she was simply responding to the stimuli around her. Sexual energy invigorated and supported her being so she automatically acted in ways to encourage and strengthen that sexual energy like a perpetual motion machine. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: Molly's "life force" was at its lowest ebb ever so she wasn't doing any reflecting or magnifying now, just absorbing. Only the residue from having spent the first 30 years of her spiritual existence in a whorehouse and then 40 more in a very sexually active insane asylum had left her with the energy to last this long. As it was, one night of passion among these four teens was only going to be a glass of water poured on a desert. Molly's spirit was about to lose its ability to move on, instead it would simply fade into the void as her body had faded into the earth. But at least there was one last glass to enjoy. The four friends were sitting on the picnic blanket and Jerry was pouring out glasses of chilled white wine while Paul tuned in an oldies station on the portable radio. "Ooh," Barbara said in a shiver, scrunching up her shoulders in a huddle. "I can't help but think about some poor patient strapped down to that horrible contraption." Jerry put a glass of wine in her hand and wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry I brought you back there, baby," he soothed. "I just wanted to spook everybody a bit, not completely creep you out." "Hey, Barb, tell us what your grandfather said about this place when it was a fancy hotel," urged Gina, trying to get the party going back in the right direction. The lovely redhead took a sip of her wine and thought. "Well, coincidentally enough, Grandpa Patrick said that O'Reilly's was famous for its Halloween parties." "Not its St. Patrick's Day parties?" chuckled Paul. "Yeah, those too, I guess," she replied with a small smile. "But every Irish place does St. Patrick's, doesn't it? But on Halloween here they apparently had big costume parties and bands and some kind of special celebration in remembrance of someone named Mary or Molly, who might also have been a relative." "Might have been a relative?" Barbara smiled crookedly, "Grandpa Patrick is 92 years old and I'm afraid his memory is not always that clear. So let's just say this Mary O'Reilly was another great-great-great-cousin. Anyway, something happened to her and then she became the patron saint of Halloween here in Silverton and they partied in her honor every year." O'REILLY'S -- 1872: As she trailed her cousin Seamus and his long-time paramour Erin into one of the empty hotel rooms she registered what was interfering with their pleasure -- their minds were skipping ahead instead of letting their bodies lead. Seamus knew that Erin wasn't interested in anal sex, but couldn't help thinking of how he might change her mind. And Erin was so ready for a good, hard fuck, but couldn't help already wondering when Seamus was going to try and violate her backdoor. "He's going to violate it tonight," Molly purred into Erin's spiritual ear. "And you're going to love it," she assured the fearful woman. In Seamus's mind's eye she could see his stiff cock pounding and pounding into Erin's taboo hole. "No wonder she's scared," she berated her cousin. "You want to jump right to the end with no preparation and she's supposed to like that?" Erin and Seamus looked at each other oddly, both shaken by Molly's "imagined" comments on this sensitive subject. Funny how memories of Molly could be turned into conversations by a grieving mind, each thought. "Quit thinking and kiss her/him!" suddenly leapt into both their heads and they took one another in their arms and kissed with the warmth of long years of friendship and trust and sorrow in their shared loss. The warmth of the kiss swiftly became heat, the heat of knowing just how perfectly pussy and cock fit together and simultaneously enjoying and suffering through the anticipation of feeling that fit again. Molly reminded Seamus that he was a mature man, not a frantic boy, and the hotel owner went much more slowly and gently than usual in peeling the layers of clothes off his number one girl. The younger whore helped the older whore understand that Seamus didn't usually just rip her clothes right off because he was thoughtless; he did it because she still excited him more than any other woman. As she'd gotten older and her body changed as nature demanded Erin had grown less comfortable displaying it in full. But now as more and more skin was exposed she reveled in the unmistakable look of desire in her lover's eyes. Molly had always liked Erin and respected the many things the older woman had taught her about being a prostitute when Molly had gone semi-pro and started getting paid for all the fucking she was doing anyway. Now she was going to teach her a new trick of her own about how to have a long staff go the wrong way up your 'out' hole and enjoy it. The first step of course was to just keep stoking the fire beginning to burn from the 'normal' sex the two were starting. That part was going fine, with the lovers' initial concerns about future maybes already melting away from the heat of current reality. Molly was also receiving similar energy flows from other rooms in the hotel where various couples, threesomes, and foursomes were in different stages of lovemaking. If Erin or Seamus had looked over to the side of the bed where they were passionately wrestling they would have been able to see a redheaded ghost pulsing with that energy. Molly paused, sensing that one of the incoming energy flows was merely a trickle even though it held the potential to be a torrent. The sex elemental traveled back along that trickle to find the problem. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: The problem was she just couldn't shake the image of someone suffering on the electro-shock table. Even after a glass of wine and relating her grandfather's raucous stories about this place being a grand hotel instead of a terrifying asylum, Barbara was still having trouble relaxing and responding to Jerry's advances. Gina and Paul on the blanket next to them had done some kissing, but even they seemed to be catching Barbara's mood. Something had to be done Molly knew. But wait, what was happening here? The spirit had barely been a tiny ember in a cold fire and there hadn't really been any sexual energy released into the room, but still she was flowing easily into Barbara's mind, looking for ways to overcome the girl's obstacles to pleasure. Out of the blue Barb was suddenly positive that the shock therapy equipment had never been used. It had been installed by a doctor who thought it would work, but no one else did. Then the hospital had been closed soon after and the shock therapy table just gathered dust like everything else. Her friends watched curiously as the look on Barbara's face suddenly changed and she held out her wine glass for a refill. In the girl's imagination the picture of the white-tiled treatment suite was replaced with an earlier version of the room; some sort of low stage with a mattress on it - like the padded room. No, more like an oversized pedestal bed where six, hell, eight lovers could comfortably stretch out and enjoy themselves. "You know," the teenager mused aloud, "I bet an Old West hotel like this, in a wild silver mining boomtown, had a whorehouse attached." "Absolutely," Gina agreed. "With all the silver mines and cattle ranches around here back then the place would have been crawling with horny miners and cowboys and that means Ladies of the Night." O'REILLY'S -- 1872: Jacob's back snapped straight as he sat up in shock and fright. Molly's ghost had just floated through the wall and was standing and staring at him sitting on the bed with two Chinese whores. Ying Ma and Lee smiled broadly to see their friend, especially when she smiled back at them. Jacob swung his head back and forth between the two exotic beauties. "You see her too?" he asked, stunned. "Of course," Ying Ma laughed. "Isn't she beautiful?" "Beautiful?" 'Yes, she was beautiful' he thought. "But what does she want?" Now it was Lee's turn to laugh. "It's Miss Molly, what do you think she wants?" With that both girls grabbed a shoulder of his unbuttoned shirt and pulled down, stripping it off his arms until it sat bunched around his waist. When they began pulling up on his undershirt he clenched his elbows against his sides and said, "Wait! We can't do this in front of...in front of...her." Molly frowned at the stubborn man, then a smile came back over her face. As Jacob stared wide-eyed the daringly tailored white gown with its purposely ragged sleeves and hem that clothed the spirit faded away. Jacob didn't catch the irony of a ghost dressed as a ghost, but he did catch the wonder of his naked love in all her glory. The large, firm breasts with their strawberry nipples. The round, powerful thighs with just a bit of a gap between them at the top showcasing her red-carpeted Mons Venus. The slightly curved belly, the perfectly sculpted arms. The thick red mane that had been piled high on her head now flowed gloriously over her freckled shoulders. Jacob moaned helplessly while the Asian lovelies stripped his undershirt up over his head. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: "Of course I could have worked in a brothel, a classy one that is," insisted Gina. Looking threateningly at her boyfriend she said, "Don't you think I could have been a successful Wild West whore?" "Baby, the cowboys would have been lined up around the block." "Damn right! In fact, I think I would have been the madam. And you!" she declared, turning on Barbara. "You would have been my number one girl." "Barbara?" Jerry laughed, earning a punch in the chest for his remark. "Ow, baby! I meant of course she's hot enough, more than hot enough, but remember, this is the girl who blushes if I kiss her in public." "Exactly," pounced Gina. "That's why I'd make so much money off her. Men would fall all over themselves to be with our fresh Irish rose. She could screw a dozen men a night and still each one would think he was with a timid virgin." Barbara's cheeks began to glow in embarrassment now and Gina crowed, "See what I mean -- she'd be a goldmine." Narrowing her eyes as she stared, the life-long party girl said, "You wouldn't even have to screw them. I bet we could get good money just to let them see those gorgeous tits or that trim little bush." "Hell, I'd pay to see that," Paul agreed, before biting down on the foot he'd just stuck into his mouth. "See what I mean," crooned Gina, letting the loose-tongued Paul off the hook -- this time. "How much should we charge to let him see your tits?" "Hey, don't I have a say in this?" protested Jerry laughingly. "Hmmm, I don't know. Can she have a madam and a pimp at the same time? If so, then of course you have to have your cut, we are capitalists after all. So, it has to be enough for me and Jerry to get a cut on top of whatever Barbara gets to keep for herself. So make us an offer." "Twenty dollars." "Hmm, let's say that's $10 for Barb and $5 each for me and Jerry. That's not a whole lot. Tell you what, for $20 you get to see some bra. Barb, honey, undo some of those buttons." The publicly shy, privately hot red head took a last sip of wine and then put the glass down on the picnic blanket. Slowly she reached to the collar of her high-neck frontier blouse that made up the top of her Halloween costume. She'd dressed as one of Silverton's original settlers in honor of her O'Reilly ancestor who'd built this place. She went down button by button, stopping about halfway and teasingly pulled the blouse apart, exposing half of her large brassiere cups. "Pretty nice, eh? Definitely worth your twenty bucks," Gina proclaimed. "Tell you what," Jerry was surprised to hear himself say. "How about a two-for-one deal? You can keep my share of the money if you join Barbara." The tall blonde looked over at her girlfriend and got a warm smile. She and Paul had dressed as 1950's teens and the top of her costume was a form fitting cashmere sweater that was already open enough to show the tops of her breasts in a push up bra. So it didn't take many buttons to allow her to catch up with Barb, with her black bra exposed like Barbara's white one. Yes, the party had definitely gotten back on the right track, she thought wickedly. O'REILLY'S -- 1872: Once they had gotten Jacob's shirt and undershirt off the two prostitutes stood in front of him and began undressing each other. The amazed silver miner stared as their beautiful forms were exposed. He was even more amazed when he looked past Ying Ma and Lee and saw his former lover's ghost take a seat in an arm chair directly across from him. While the China girls took off each other's tops and caressed each other's breasts and bellies, Molly played with her own large tits, squeezing them together and bending her head down to lick the hardening nipples. When the living whores stood completely naked with hands exploring their partner's black-haired cunt, the dead whore hooked her knees over the padded arms of the chair and played with her red-haired one. 'Mmm, it feels so good,' Molly "said", her musical Irish lilt echoing through her companions' skulls without going through their ears. 'So hot,' she felt at them about the visual image of her two Asian lovers pulling big Jacob to his feet so they could strip off the rest of his clothes. And the others... Jeannie was deep-throating Colin again, only this time they were in a sixty-nine and he was licking her the way only a woman ever had before; to her intense pleasure. Another of O'Reilly's Girls was also getting her pussy eaten, but this time it was by another woman, the town banker's wife. The banker meanwhile was kneeling behind the muff diver, slamming his balls up against her ass. The butcher and the once-injured carpenter who had swapped beef stories about Molly were now both supplying beef to young Trudy, the newest girl at O'Reilly's. And Erin and Seamus... Molly sensed her old friend needed a little more help in losing her anal cherry, but she didn't really want to leave Jacob and the girls again. Then she realized that she was in Erin's mind, replacing her fear with curiosity and desire, but was still watching the Chinese sluts sharing kisses over Jacob's giant prick. And she was helping Colin do such a good job loving Jeannie's dripping flower while also relaxing Trudy so she could manage and enjoy a cock in her cunt and another in her mouth at the same time. She didn't have to go from one to the other, she was connected to all of them at the same time, bringing their energies together and passing them back out to wherever they were needed most. Now that focus was on Erin as Molly coached her on how to relax and accept Seamus's cock in her ass and shared her own memories of how good and nasty it felt to have a man inside your shitter. Seamus put Erin on all fours and took his place between her legs, continuing his deep drilling of her tight cunny. He drooled warm spit on her puckered asshole and rubbed his thumb gently in circles; but not pressing, not threatening. Erin reached back between her legs and also started rubbing circles, on her swollen clitoris. Jacob sat back on the edge of the bed and pulled the two girls to their feet. With an arm around each one's waist he drew them in close and began going back and forth between their breasts. Lee's sat round and high on her chest, like perfect apples, petite Ying Ma's were really just swellings on her chest, but the nipples stood out hard and proud. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: The next $20 had been bid by Jerry and that had earned the boys the rest of the girls' buttons undone and blouse and sweater pulled aside to fully expose the bra-covered breasts. "I have to admit, I've always been a bit envious of those beauties," Gina said, nodding at Barbara's double-D's. "Oh, yeah," her friend laughed. "I can just imagine you trying to get over the volleyball net for one of your deadly spikes with these melons hanging from your chest. Besides, yours are so perfectly shaped. When mine are hanging down to my waist yours will still be sitting up high and proud." "Listen to you," Gina cheered. "You sound like me. How much of that wine have you had?" Barbara smiled and blushed, but only a little. Gina was right, she was speaking much more freely than usual, not to mention exposing her breasts like this. Was it the wine? But she'd only had a glass and a half. Somehow this felt different. Not fuzzy and drowsy like a buzz, but clear and energizing. She just felt so alive, so excited, so... "So, what do I get for my $20?" she said with a challenging look at the boys. "Hear, hear, I want some of that action," chimed in the blonde. The two 18-year-old star athletes got up on their knees. Jerry theatrically pulled his western shirt tails out of his pants while Paul slowly rolled his v-neck sweater up from the waist. Once his shirt was clear the short wrestler began unbuttoning it from the bottom. His basketball-playing friend whipped his sweater off with a final flourish, exposing a polo shirt underneath. The girls groaned. "I don't know," the tall boy mused. "I'm thinking you got your $20 worth." "Is that right?" said long, lean Gina. She nodded at Barb and suddenly the girls' tops were closing, covering up their smoothe bellies and round breasts. "Well, maybe a special deal just for Halloween," Paul quickly countered, undoing the three buttons of his polo shirt and starting to roll it up from the bottom. The girls let their tops fall open again. "And how about you?" Barbara asked Jerry, who had undone the last button on his shirt, but was still holding it closed. With a sly smile her curly-haired boyfriend pulled his shirt open, only to expose a muscle shirt underneath. "Hey, you heard the deal," she threatened, reaching to pull her blouse closed again. Jerry shrugged his shoulders and peeled the flannel shirt off his arms, exposing his beautifully sculpted torso under the form-fitting cotton. "Well?" Barbara demanded. "Well," he drawled. "I figure I've exposed as much skin as you two, but if I take this off you'll have gotten a lot more for your $20 than we did." "That's right," agreed Paul, stopping the removal of his polo shirt halfway up his body so only his chiseled abs were visible. Both boys turned their heads slightly toward Gina, naturally expecting her to take the lead when it came to answering a dare. But it was Barbara who rose up on her knees and teasingly stripped the calico blouse off her shoulders and arms, leaving just her brassiere covering her upper body. "Gina?" she tossed at her friend. The tall blonde grinned from ear to ear at her suddenly brazen girlfriend; then quickly stripped down to her black silk push-up. Wilder West Ch. 04 Now Barbara's hands were reaching behind her back and undoing her bra catch. Gina's catch was in the front and she unhooked it, but held the cups together. Barbara let her straps hang loose in the back and crossed her arms over her chest, one hand on each shoulder strap. "Now what?" she asked. His mouth suddenly dry, Paul croaked, "Ladies first?" The three more-outgoing friends found themselves looking at the shyest member of their foursome to determine just how far this game was going to go. The girl's emerald green eyes positively flashed as she acknowledged Paul's little joke with a slight nod of her head and slowly peeled the large cups down the front of her body until her natural centerfold breasts hung in front of their staring eyes. Paul gasped, having only seen Barb's huge tits in a bikini top and now finding they were even more beautiful than he'd dreamed. Of course Gina had seen them naked for years in the locker room at school and Jerry had been happily sucking and fondling them for the last two, but in this setting, with the erotic way Barbara had exposed them they also were at a loss for words as they gazed in wonder. The pale-skinned beauty smiled happily at her friends' attention and then cleared her throat, breaking them from their spells. "Gina?" The black brassiere was slipped off, exposing firm B+'s practically thrusting off the blonde's chest. "Didn't I say your tits were perfect? I love how your nipples point up like that." She addressed the boys. "Now let's see how your nipples stand up." The two studs practically ripped their shirts off, exposing the torsos of two male models. Paul with long, lean muscles and Jerry with size and cuts that just screamed power. Molly quivered in anticipation as she gazed at the young men's beauty through Barbara's emerald eyes. Near total dissipation only an hour ago, Molly was already back to the strength she'd been when she'd first met the frustrated masturbation addict Jane Rostick, oh those many years ago. She'd never recovered from a drought of sexual energy this quickly. Of course she wasn't aware of any of that, and didn't care; she just turned the surplus energy back out to lift its source to a higher level. O'REILLY'S -- 1872: 'Is this a dream?' Jacob asked himself. 'Or a nightmare? She is a ghost after all.' The strangely translucent image of Molly had left its chair and joined the other two girls in pushing the big man back onto the large brass bed, his ten inch boa lying tightly against his hard belly. 'Who fucking cares?' was the answer he gave himself as he watched Molly merge with Lee before the slender girl climbed on the bed and straddled his hips. Seamus felt remarkably relaxed. He really wanted to pull his raging hard on out of Erin's front hole and drive it into her rear one, but he also felt like he could wait as long as it took for Erin to be ready for it. Meanwhile he just kept stroking away at her cunt, enjoying its warm, wet grip while he tickled her wrinkled rosebud. Ying Ma reached in and pointed the man's weapon up in the air, Molly savoring the size and weight of the beast in her hand. Lee reached down with both hands and pulled the petals of her flower far apart, Molly feeling shocks from the velvet knob rubbing against her pink lips. Jacob prepared to test his theory about all Chinese pussy being as tight as tiny Ying Ma's, Molly salivating at the image of the fat plum poised to split Lee in two. 'One, two, three!' Molly and Erin counted down together before thrusting their hips back and impaling their asshole on Seamus's fat thumb. Seamus was surprised that he wasn't surprised by the sudden move, if that made any sense. He rationalized it as having read Erin's signs properly and unconsciously being ready to press firmly when she came back against him. And by the way, of course it was completely natural that he would personify this instinct as speaking to him in Molly's voice. Now that same instinct told him to simply hold steady in her bum while she adjusted to him. 'Maybe a little more spit' the instinct whispered in his ear and he drooled some more on the ring of muscle clenching tightly around his thumb. 'No, she isn't as tight as Ying Ma,' reckoned Jacob as he carried out his test of Chinese pussy, 'but she is still goddamned tight!' Miss Molly and Ying Ma had both described being filled by Mr. Jacob to Lee and of course both had their own take on the act. Ying Ma had such an unusually tight cunt that it was a colossal battle that left her sore and aching and eager for the next time -- but not too soon. Molly, on the other hand, absolutely loved the way he stuffed her full and would set aside a whole week for no one but him when he was in town on business from his mine in the mountains. For Lee it was somewhere in between. She'd never had anything this large inside her and at first it was painful and uncomfortable, but she breathed deeply and slowly and felt Miss Molly gently stroking her hair and nuzzling her neck. Raising herself up and down in short strokes her body adjusted and accepted the thick rod. Soon she was gliding up and down its full length and reveling in the power pulsing inside her. Molly had Lee sit all the way down on Jacob's thighs, taking the weight off her knees so that her body weight forced the beautiful cock as deeply inside her as possible. Then she just sat there and rocked, grinding crotch against crotch, feeling every inch. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: Barbara walked her fingers up and down the outline of Jerry's cock pressing through his pants, feeling every inch and loving how the snake jumped under her touch. He moaned into her mouth, pausing in his wrestling match with her tongue. She broke the kiss with a smile and stared deeply into his eyes. "Do you like that?" she asked wickedly, giving his cock head a squeeze through his jeans. The young man was mesmerized, he'd never seen her eyes shine so much; they practically glowed like fucking kryptonite in a Superman movie. Only her hands were having exactly the opposite effect from kryptonite on his Man of Steel. Gina looked over the top of Paul's head as he nursed on her sensitive nipples, watching her hot friend reach down and start undoing her muscular stud's belt and pants. The blonde held her lover's mouth tighter to her tit, encouraging him to bite her as she stared excitedly at Barbara peeling Jerry's pants and underpants down his hips...and there it was! His hard cock was pointing straight up in the air and it looked beautiful in throbbing profile. Gina thrust her hand through Paul's open fly, fighting her way through his boxers to get to his swelling meat. Molly stroked the muscular boy's hard prick with both hands while continuing to stare into his lovely brown eyes. He may have been short, but his cock sure wasn't, there was plenty here to keep a woman happy. Finally getting the tall boy's penis free from the entangling cloth Molly was pleased to find that he also was fully equipped. It hadn't taken much mental exploring to find that the blonde girl wasn't going to need any coaxing or coaching, Molly would simply be able to enjoy that ride. Her boyfriend was also ready, willing and able; he would just need a little help with control, like most men, especially the young ones. The other boy was so strong, but he held it back, being surprisingly gentle. Well that was certainly a good quality, but tonight he was going to need to display more of his dominating power from the wrestling mat in the bed. And the redheaded girl, what was it about her? Somehow all the energy coming from her, even before the passion had heated up, had been stronger, purer, more rejuvenating. When Molly flowed through her mind, looking for fantasies to release, memories to use, it had seemed so familiar. True, the girl had a demure veneer of shyness, but underneath...what was it about her? O'REILLY'S -- 1872: Lovely Lee was a glorious fuck, but there was something else, what was it? Jacob continued to puzzle. Her pussy had its own individual feel, every woman's magic box being different and special, but the way she clenched it, squeezing his prick almost like a fist - one of Molly's special tricks. The moonlight streaming through the window accentuated the shape of her eyes, the slight flatness of her nose, making her look more exotic, more Chinese than in full daylight, but when he squinted he could swear her black hair had a reddish shine to it. He was sure he'd imagined, or hallucinated, the sight of Molly's spirit merging with Lee's body, but damned if he didn't feel like he was fucking two women at the same time and damned if he didn't like it. She couldn't believe she liked it so much. Seamus had gone from twisting his thumb in her ass and gently stroking it in and out to jamming his index and middle fingers together up her chute hard and fast and it was making her juices flow heavily. Even the very thought of what he was doing, so scary before, was incredibly naughty and erotic. She couldn't remember ever talking to Molly about this, but for some reason she thought she could recall hearing the sweet Irish voice saying, "I promised you would like it." Her own voice having gone deep and throaty, Erin finally said the words Seamus had been waiting for. "Now, do it now!" Swiftly and smoothly Seamus pulled his raging cock out of Erin's juicy twat, seeing the swollen lips gape open, ringed in red silk. 'Erin has red pussy hair?' Then he was guiding the fat head against the woman's virgin asshole and pushing firmly. His anal foreplay had worked wonders and he popped through with surprising ease, earning a gasp of pleasure from Erin in exchange for one of his own. She was so ready that he held steady for only a moment before going deeper and deeper. In just a few strokes he was buried to the hilt in her rectum, his red pubic hair tickling her ass. 'When did my pubes turn red?' 'Who fucking cares?' was the popular answer of the night and it worked here too. She was about to explode and went for it. Jacob's big cock impaling her, Ying Ma's clever hand rubbing her love button, Molly encouraging and energizing her from inside; Lee was in paradise and let herself go with the earth-shaking tremors of a powerful orgasm bubbling up from her core. The contraction of her climax on his cock was Jacob's last straw and he shot his volcano deep into her love canal, sending Lee off on a whole 'nother cycle of shaking and screaming until the beautiful slender woman collapsed on the man's broad chest, panting and gasping while he hugged her tight. "Oh, yes, oh, hell yes!" she cried. "Do it...do it...fuck my ass!" Erin had never been much of a vocal lover before, but it seemed like the thing to do now and somehow saying the nasty thing out loud made it even more exciting. "Of course it's exciting, you've got a big, fat cock up your ass," Molly growled in her head. "Up...your...ass!" "Yes," Erin answered aloud. "Up my ass, big, fat cock up my ass." 'Oh, fuck!' Seamus thought, 'I'm about to explode already from her incredible asshole, but if she keeps talking like that my cock will rip apart.' He struggled to hold back his orgasm, wanting this glorious buttfuck to go on. "Don't hold back!" demanded his 'instinct'. "Let it rip apart, rip her apart, you heard the slut, she loves your big, fat cock up her ass. Fuck the slut!" "Yes," he agreed with the voice in his head. Like Erin, he spoke aloud in answer to a silent voice no one else could hear, so the other living person in the room only heard half the discussion. "The slut loves it in her ass." Now Molly stepped back and let the two lovers carry on by themselves with their dirty conversation. "I do, I do love it in my ass. Fuck me, Seamus, fuck your slut in the ass." "Deep in your slut ass," her boss growled driving harder into her bottom while she picked up the pace of her clit rubbing. "I'm going to fill your ass with cum, slut. Are you ready? Do you want it?" "Fuck yeah, fill my ass with cum. Oh God, fill my virgin slut ass with cum!" And then he was. His hot load splashed deep into her bowels as he clenched her hips and thrust wildly into her violated bum. The orgasm started in her ass, burst into full flame at her clit and burned through her entire body. The two lovers shook and trembled, grunted and groaned, and finally collapsed to the mattress, cock still buried in ass. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: Jerry couldn't believe what was happening. Yeah, he'd hoped, even expected things would go farther than last Halloween when Barbara had let him fuck her in front of Gina and Paul. But they'd all still had their clothes on then, just exposed at the waist to allow him to take her from behind while their friends did the same on the other side of the display casket at Rogerston's Funeral Home. But tonight! He was still on his knees, topless, with pants pushed down to his knees. Barb sat in front of him alternately rubbing his rock hard prick between her big tits and taking it deep into her mouth, hell, into her throat, something she'd never done before. If she relaxed and got the right angle she found she could actually get his cock head into her throat and when she swallowed she could feel the electric shock it was sending back up his rod. She'd never actually sucked Jerry that much and had never let him come in her mouth, but tonight she couldn't get enough of his hot meat and was even eager to finally taste his spunk hot and fresh from the fountain. But not yet, she thought as she felt a telltale shiver along the base of his penis. Smoothly, as if she'd known the trick for years, she pressed her thumb tightly against the underside of his cock at the base, cutting off the orgasm before it got out of control. Then she released him from her mouth and rubbed her fat tits up and down his spit-slickened pole. Jerry looked over and saw that Gina was following Barbara's lead, although she and Paul had taken the time to get his clothes all the way off. The blonde's tits weren't big enough to smother Paul's cock the way Barb's did Jerry, but still they were so beautiful and looked so hot massaging his friend's prick. When she released her titties and went down on him Jerry knew she was doing it with great experience. Paul had eagerly shared his adventures in Gina's mouth with Jerry, making Jerry envious since Barb was so reluctant to suck him. When she had done it Paul had just known it could feel better and had often fantasized that it was Gina's pretty face he was poking instead of his own beautiful girlfriend. As he watched the blonde eagerly attacking the tall boy's long rod he imagined again what it would be like to be in Paul's place. 'But then again,' he thought with a groan that started from his balls. Something had gotten into Barb tonight and he suspected he was getting a blowjob as good as or better than any Paul had ever received from the slut Gina. Happy, go-lucky Paul had a big shit-eatin' grin on his face. He knew exactly what Jerry had been thinking about Gina and that was fine because he was thinking the same things about hot, red Barbara. And meanwhile he could tell that Gina was feeling especially inspired tonight and he was happy to let her take it out on him. "God, I love Halloween!" he cried. "Let's hear it for the patron saint of Silverton Halloweens, Mary O'Reilly." Barbara released Jerry's cock head with a loud pop and looked over at the basketball stud. "Molly," she corrected. "Molly McCoy." "McCoy? Like you? But I thought you said..." "I was wrong. Maybe I misunderstood Grandpa Patrick at first, but now I'm sure it was Molly, not Mary. And she wasn't my great-great-cousin, she was somehow closer, more of a blood relation." 'Yes, that was it!' Molly thought. Somehow the same blood she'd inherited from her mother and father was running through this girl's veins. As she looked at the young redhead through Paul's appreciative eyes she thought, 'She looks like me. Like Sean!' Yes, that had to be it; she must be Sean's daughter or granddaughter. The spirit had no inkling of how much time had actually gone by since her passing. "And speaking of closer," Barbara growled, getting to her feet and pulling Jerry to his. "It's time for us to get closer." She kicked at the pants tangled around his ankles and said, "Lose those," while she undid her waistband and pushed the long skirt down over her full hips, where it parachuted to the floor. Her black, French-cut panties were her last vestige of humility and soon they had joined the skirt in an untidy pile. "Coming?" she questioned, turning on her heel and walking over to an inflatable mattress. Jerry dropped to his ass on the floor and wrestled his cowboy boots off and his pants and underpants after. Quickly springing to his feet he made for the bed. Gina and Paul had gotten to their feet when Barb did and now stood snuggled together, Gina slowly stroking Paul's hard cock and watching how he stared at Barbara's bouncing tits and then her ass when she turned and walked away. "You want her, don't you?" she asked slyly; not feeling jealous, but excited. Busted again, Paul didn't know what to say; any protest of innocence would be an obvious lie. Molly gave his rod a tight squeeze and purred, "I think you just might get some too." The boy stared as he seemed to see a flash of green in his girlfriend's blue eyes. Then she released his peter and turned her back on him. Looking over her shoulder she continued in her sexy voice, "But I hope you don't mind starting with this." Bending forward slightly at the waist she slowly peeled off her pleated poodle skirt, exposing her firm, athletic ass "covered" in only a tiny black thong. She continued bending forward at the waist without bending her knees, sliding the skirt to the floor and untying and removing her socks and shoes in the same position as the boy hungrily watched every flex of her long, powerful thighs and tight, round butt. When she was finished with her clothes the flexible beauty continued hanging from the waist and smiled at him upside down from between her long legs. Without a word she straightened and strode off to the other bed, Paul trailing behind like a puppy. By the time Jerry had gotten his damn cowboy boots off and made his way over to the king-sized inflatable mattress Barbara had gathered the pillows together in a pile and was propped up against them. Her legs were spread with knees bent and she was rubbing her hands up and down the silky insides of her thighs. "Feel like returning a favor?" she cooed, running her fingertips along the pink petals of her beautiful Irish rose. Jerry dived in happily to drink her delicious nectar. O'REILLY'S -- 1872: Bit by bit Seamus's spent pecker shrunk until it popped out of Erin's happily sore butthole, a dribble of his cum following after. Wordlessly, almost like sleepwalking, the two exhausted lovers found their way under the covers and fell asleep in each other's arms. In the next room Jacob and Lee could have done the same thing and quiet Ying Ma would have let them. But Ying Ma playing host to a red-haired sexual elemental once known as Molly McCoy was having none of it. She did let them enjoy the long, slow ride to the end of their orgasms, but once their breathing had settled and the quivering in their groins had stopped the delicate Chinese beauty was pulling on her countrywoman, peeling her off the big western stud and laying her on her back. Sitting astride Jacob's torso the small woman leaned down to within kissing distance of the powerful silver miner. "Miss Molly say you very special man," she purred, her lips fluttering on his like butterflies. "She say you very unusual." Jacob couldn't help but lift his head slightly, trying to taste more. "Every man like to fuck and I know you fuck very good." Jacob reached up to hold her still, but with surprising strength she pinned his arms. "Every man like his dick sucked and the way you've cracked my jaws I know you the same." She gave him a teasing smile for being a typical male and then a longer kiss to say she forgave him. "But Miss Molly say you also like eat pussy." A flash of green blazed from her dark eyes. "She say you care if woman come and like woman come on your tongue. We don't see that much here," she added ruefully. "Most men say, suck me, fuck me; don't care about girl's pleasure. Miss Molly say you different." Inch by inch the exotic beauty moved up Jacob's body, finally resting her knees on either side of his head, her black-feathered love hole poised above his mouth. "Is true what she says? You like eat pussy?" Wilder West Ch. 04 O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: "God, I love to eat your pussy," Jerry groaned into Barbara's box. This was another of those areas where his girlfriend was frustrating. He knew damn well she loved the feeling of him eating her out, but somehow felt it was too "slutty" and usually wouldn't come in his mouth and definitely wouldn't kiss him when his mouth was slick with her juices. But again, tonight something was different. "What do you love about it?" she asked huskily. "What do you love about my pussy?" Barb never talked like this and it sent an extra thrill through Jerry's powerful frame. "Everything," he growled, opening his mouth wide and pouncing on her whole flower at once. Then something told him to back off, to play with this development, to really tell her why he worshipped her sex. He released his tight grip and planted a gentle kiss on the pink lips. "First off," he said lovingly, "it's just so damned pretty. Now, I haven't seen many close up like this, that's true, but I've seen plenty of pictures and I swear your flower is the model all others try to copy." More gentle kisses up and down the length of her crack. "And the way it changes as you get more excited. The lips flush and swell and open, really like a flower inviting a bee inside for some honey." He ran his tongue between outer and inner lips and then pried the wet inner lips apart. "And the taste of that honey; the hot, sweet, naughty taste." He dug his tongue deep, diving for that honey. O'REILLY'S -- 1872: Ying Ma's pussy may have been almost too tight for his big cock, but it was just right for Jacob's probing tongue and he stabbed his stiffened taste organ in and out like a miniature prick. The whore's juices were beginning to flow and the big man savored their musky flavor. He remembered what a sprayer the little China girl was when she came and he couldn't wait to feel and taste her hot gush. Suddenly, however, her pussy was gone; she was high on her knees, lifting her delicate flower out of his reach. He craned his neck forward, but a firm hand on his forehead kept him away. Now she was scooting back down his body, taking up her original position with mouth just above his. Then she was kissing him, kissing his lips that shined with her pussy juice. She pulled back just a fraction and said throatily, "Miss Molly right, you good pussy eater." One more kiss, then, "Me like pussy too." In a flash the small whore spun around until she was on hands and knees straddling his and Lee's overlapping lower legs and lowering her head between the lightly dozing Lee's thighs; her perfectly formed miniature ass thrust invitingly back toward Jacob. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: 'Why did I ever hold back before?' Barbara was asking herself as a powerful orgasm built in her crotch and she got ready to release it to Jerry's talented tongue. "Come all over his face!" rung through her mind. 'Yes!' she agreed. She knew he really did want it and that only made it more exciting. She was going to come like mad all over his face! Gina and Paul had a problem. They were enjoying one of their favorite positions -- sixty-nine -- but whoever was on the bottom couldn't see what was going on on the other bed. The way Barbara was cranking up the moans and squeals they knew she was near blowing and they both wanted to see that. Well, there was a quick fix for that they realized and without speaking they moved into their favorite porno viewing position; Gina on hands and knees facing the "screen", Paul kneeling behind. Of course this position was no good for sucking, but it was great for fucking and Paul shoved his tremendous cock full length into Gina's hot cunt. Oh and the show was so much better than the videos they sometimes watched together. Jerry lay on his belly, head buried deeply between Barbara's shapely thighs. The powerful muscles in his back and arms flexed as struggled to keep her wriggling hips from dislodging him. He thought he was pretty good at this, but found new ideas coming into his head for things to try, things that Barbara responded to wildly. He was getting rougher than he ever had, actually pressing his teeth against the flesh around her pussy like he was going to take a bite out of her and she just pushed harder up against him. He danced around her clit and pressed it with the flat underside of his tongue instead of going straight in with the tip and that seemed to be building a slower, stronger orgasm for her. He knew that in the end he would savagely attack the sensitive button, but now he waited for the sign as he softened her up for the final assault; like when he danced another wrestler around the mat, disorienting his unfortunate opponent until it was time to take him down hard. Molly looked across the short gap between the beds and saw the other young lovers watching her hungrily and she loved the audience as she always had. She tried to go over and see what it looked like from their perspective, but for some reason she couldn't. She'd always been able to see and feel multiple lovers at once, but for now she couldn't seem to get much further away from Barbara then to her boyfriend between her legs. But she also didn't care all that much. She couldn't believe how good she felt, how much more real this felt than usual, like it really was her own body. 'Oh, my God, here it comes!' Barbara yelled inside as the climax started rolling through her. "Oh, fuck!" came out loud as Jerry suddenly performed his 'take down' on her blazing clitoris, turning a powerful orgasm into a massive one. Gina put a hand back on Paul's hip, stopping his thrusting. She straightened up onto her knees, his cock still inside her. He wrapped his strong arms around her and she grasped them tight, the two teens just watching in awe as their friend held nothing back. One freckled hand gripped the back of Jerry's head tightly, the other clutched at one of her own breasts, pulling the nipple away from her body in a tight grip. Molly/Barb's back arched, thrusting those big tits out. Her head flopped from side to side on the pillows. "ah, ah, ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, AH, AH, AAHHHHHHHH!' came out in a crescendo of passion and now her pussy was flooding Jerry's mouth with her hot cream and he was licking, sucking, gulping, trying to catch as much as he could. O'REILLY'S -- 1872: The big man's seed was dripping from Lee's well-fucked pussy and Ying Ma licked it up eagerly, thrilling at the combined taste of man and woman cum. Both girls loved eating creampies from the other's hole and sometimes after a customer had had his fun with the 'heathen Chinese', the girl who hadn't gotten fucked would slip into the bedroom after the man left and give her girlfriend the orgasm the men seldom did. This time, however, Ying Ma knew full well that the giant Mr. Jacob had left her friend very satisfied. So the tiny whore concentrated on just cleaning out Lee's pussy, working around the edges to let the girl recover and slowly build to a new climax. A climax like the one she could feel beginning to build in her own flower. Jacob had started off on his belly, licking and sucking at the pretty pussy, with its pink inner lips that hung beyond the outer ones. From here he could also visit her tight asshole, running pussy juice up to the small brown eye and rubbing it in with the tip of his tongue. But eventually it had been time to pay full attention to her sweet pussy and the magic button at the opposite end from her nasty hole. He placed a pillow under Ying Ma's belly, flipped over on his back and worked his way between her legs, pillow lifting his head up to her juicy cunt. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: 'So wet, so juicy,' Jerry thought as he gently lapped at Barb's dripping labia while she recovered her breath. His cock was achingly tight from the excitement of the young woman coming so hard against his face. "Wow," sighed Paul into Gina's ear. "Fuckin-a, wow," she agreed. She bent forward at the waist again, supporting herself with her arms. Her tall lover followed, still keeping an arm wrapped across her chest, still keeping his hard cock buried in her quim. He laid some gentle kisses across the smooth skin of her shoulders and back, then levered himself up so he was once again kneeling behind her, hands on her hips and slowly thrusting in and out. Barbara gripped the sides of Jerry's head and lifted his face out of her drenched bush. "Wow," she purred. "That was great. Why didn't you tell me you could do that?" "I think I tried once or twice," he answered smiling. "But if I had known it was going to be this much fun I would have tried a whole lot harder." She smiled back. "Maybe I should have listened better." Lifting her eyes slightly she saw what was going on across the room. "Hey, that looks like fun," she said to Jerry with a nod. "Mmm, yes it does," he agreed. The lovers got to their hands and knees. Finding themselves face to face at first they stopped to share a deep, pussy-juice swapping kiss, before mirroring their two best friends on the other bed. "Oh, God, that feels good," Jerry groaned as he plunged his steel rod into Barb's molten lava. "Oh, yes it does," she agreed. "Can you please just keep doing that forever?" "Happy to try," he answered. "Happy to try." He mimicked Paul's slow thrusting while willing the bubbling urgency in his balls to simmer down; there was too much fucking yet to do to come now. It was just like Paul had imagined it last week when Jerry had been telling him about the set up at O'Reilly's; his buddy fucking the incredibly hot redhead doggy style while Paul watched. While he watched those porn queen tits hanging down from her chest and bouncing with every stroke Jerry banged against her big ass. Gina felt an extra surge in Paul's fucking and she knew exactly what was causing it as she looked at the other lovers in the room. How could he not get excited by those big tits swinging there like that? Hell, she half-wanted to crawl over there and suck on one. And Jerry. She could tell he wasn't flexing or trying to show off, but God his body rippled as he moved. She'd seen the speed and power with which he flattened his opponents and could just imagine him pinning her shoulders to the mat like that -- only he'd also pin her hips with his thick cock. She pushed back harder against Paul, imagining a cock wreathed in tight black curls instead of light brown. O'REILLY'S -- 1872: The light was obviously very bad where he was lying, but when Jacob pulled his mouth away from Ying Ma's cunny did the soft pubic hair seem more red? "No," came the answer inside his head in a musical Irish lilt. "You already know Ying Ma's flower is incredible to fuck. Well, I'm here to tell you that it's just as incredible to suck and you're to experience it all by itself. Now, I may give you a tip or two as to how to get the most out of it, Jacko, but I'm sure you'll do fine." He could hear the smile in the voice and only Molly had ever called him Jacko so whatever lingering doubts he may have had he cast aside and decided to show his ghost girlfriend that he could make this juicy pussy come hard all on his own, without 'a tip or two', thank you very much. After the tremendous pounding Mr. Jacob had given her, Lee was sure her pussy would sleep for a week; worn out and satisfied. But when lips and tongue as talented as Ying Ma's were working to revive you... Oh, it wasn't just Ying Ma, was it? Here was another mouth, more generous, with fuller lips and a hungrier nature. A velvet-winged Chinese butterfly was dancing with her clitoris, while a thirsty Irish lioness lapped at her insides, seeking out every last drop of Mr. Jacob's seed. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: Barbara loved the animal look on her girlfriend's face. Gina was savoring the good fucking she was getting just the way Barbara was. But it was more than that, wasn't it? "Yes, definitely something more. The blonde wants more." More? More what? "More!" came the answer. "More cock, more fucking, more sucking, more sex, more you!" Me? Gina wants me? She knew Paul wanted her, there was no hiding the desire he felt for Barbara, but Gina too? Maybe Gina wants Jerry. "Him too. She wants both, she wants more." A flutter in the pit of her stomach as she imagined Gina and Paul acting on their desires. "You want more too," came into her mind next. The flutter turned into a flip that sent a shiver through her wet pussy. Jerry responded to that shiver with an increase in speed and power in his stroking. Yes, Barbara admitted, I do want more. Jerry thought Barb had given him a signal to start getting serious with his fucking, but suddenly he found himself stroking into empty air, she had just pulled away from him without warning. As he recovered himself he saw her gorgeous ass moving away from him as she crawled across the floor on hands and knees. 'What is Barb doing?' Gina asked herself as she realized that her friend was suddenly coming toward her while Jerry remained behind with a shocked look on his face. The hypnotic green eyes were drilling into her as the redhead advanced, like a lioness closing on its prey. Paul had stopped his stroking as he also watched the unexpected approach. Now Barbara was coming up on their mattress, eyes narrowed, a slight, wicked smile at the corners of her mouth. Then that mouth was on her, pressing those full strawberry lips against Gina's soft pink ones. Pressing more firmly, more hungrily. Insistent tongue pushing its way into the blonde's hot mouth. Then Gina was giving in to a desire she'd felt but never admitted to and was crushing her mouth back against Red's. "What are you waiting for?!" Jerry shook his head, it sounded like Barb, but with an accent of some kind? Besides, Barbara's mouth was too busy right now for talking. His cock twitched at the erotic sight of the two beauties making out in front of them. What was he waiting for? Not a fucking thing, he answered himself, crossing the short distance between the beds in a bear crawl and taking up his position again between Barbara's legs. Pulling her pussy open with one hand and guiding his missile with the other he slipped back into her velvet silo. O'REILLY'S -- 1872: Jacob was doing just fine pleasuring Ying Ma's flower and the energy was flowing full force into Molly. Ying Ma was having trouble concentrating on Lee's cunny because of Jacob's attentions, but her friend had revived to the point where she was taking care of herself with fingers on clit while Ying Ma moaned against her cunt lips and Lee's passion was also feeding Molly's stability. Only Jacob's crotch was without an attendant and the red spirit moved to fill that void herself. Drawing on all the heat from these three and the lovers still active in the rooms around them Molly took the man's half erect penis and lifted it to her mouth, engulfing it in warmth. The feel of Molly's hot mouth on his cock sent a surge of lust through Jacob that made him redouble his efforts so he could feel the petite whore's oversized orgasm gushing into his mouth. He had two fingers inside Ying Ma's tunnel, tickling her sensitive spot and focused his tongue in on her swollen button. He could feel the clenching of her stomach muscles against his forehead that told him she was close. Ying Ma was panting faster and harder against Lee's pussy lips and the taller Chinese girl knew her friend was close to climax. The idea of her small friend's orgasm was the last building block Lee needed to reach her own and she began rubbing her clit harder and faster. Molly's expert stroking and sucking had brought Jacob's 10 inch python back to its full, swollen glory and she was absolutely worshipping it. Exulting in its smooth hardness against her cheek, the mixed taste of Jacko's seed and Lee's cum as she ran her tongue the length of the mighty shaft, the dominating size of it as she forced her lips over the fat plum at its tip. Jacob clamped his lips down tightly on the small woman's surprisingly large nub and Ying Ma screamed in pleasure and release, the juice splashing hotly against his face as the orgasm took her control. Smits released his lips from her clit so he could open his mouth to accept her flow, but he kept his tongue there working the sensitive flesh. She thrust her hips against his face, squirting more and more of her essence into his hungry, gaping mouth. The feel and taste of so much pussy juice drenching his face, filling his mouth was unbelievably erotic and drove Jacob to do the same to Molly, to fill the beautiful mouth that was torturing his throbbing rod. She felt it coming and stroked his staff harder, urging the pungent seed up and out, gushing into her open mouth, gulping, swallowing, trying to take in all his hot cream. Lee was staring past Ying Ma's spasming body, watching in wonder as an apparition channeled enough sexual energy to take solid form and suck a man to climax. Ying Ma crying in pleasure, Jacob grunting in animal passion, Molly sucking and slurping, it was all too wonderful and Lee felt her own dam break and waves of excitement washed over her as she joined her lovers in orgasm. Eventually Ying Ma rolled off of Jacob and she and Lee guided the man to lie in the middle of the bed while they nested against either side of him. Molly snuggled up against Ying's back with an arm laid across her and resting on Jacob's chest. Lee reached down and pulled the blanket up over the lovers. Even before she'd drifted all the way off to sleep, however, Ying Ma could feel Molly becoming less and less substantial and she mourned for her friend and hoped she would find her way to the higher place soon. O'REILLY'S -- PRESENT DAY: Never since that day, so soon after her death and feeding off a frenzied orgy of people who kept thinking about her as they fucked and sucked, had Molly been able to be as solid as she had with Jacob. But now, now she felt even more solid than then. Yes, she was in the girl Barbara's body, but it was her own. The full, heavy breasts with the wonderfully sensitive nipples; the soft, but firm ass cheeks that tingled at Jerry's tight squeeze; the full, soft lips sizzling with the heat of kissing the beautiful blonde; she was HERE, Molly was feeling these things herself. Her niece Barbara was feeling them too. All these desires had been here, bottled up, kept at bay, but now she was enjoying them the way nature intended, the way her nature intended. And her nature intended her to feel more. She broke her kiss with Gina and looked into her shining blue eyes. "I love you." "I love you too." Jerry felt Barb pulling away from him again, but not in quick surprise this time, so he was able to stay with her, connected by cock and cunt as she shifted sideways on her hands and knees and then moved forward until she was alongside Gina, facing the opposite direction. Facing directly at where Paul's crotch was joined to Gina's, just as Jerry could see Gina's pretty face right beside Barbara's hot ass. Paul had been in a waking dream for the last half hour and the dream just kept getting better. Barbara's beautiful face was pressed up against the side of Gina's hip with that incredible long red hair draped over his girlfriend's firm ass cheek. She looked up at him with a downright dirty smile and then simply opened her mouth. Wide. There was no doubting what she wanted. Continuing to move as in a trance Paul pulled his long dick out of Gina's hot cunt and transferred it into Barb's hot mouth. Jerry couldn't believe his eyes. Barbara was sucking Paul's joint. Sucking Gina's pussy juice right off of Paul's joint. Bobbing her head up and down for all she was worth as she sucked Gina's pussy juice right off of Paul's joint. What's going on back there Gina wondered as first she felt Barbara's soft hair on her butt cheek, then felt Paul pull his hard cock out of her. She looked back over her shoulder and her eyes went wide. Paul was still behind her and still thrusting his hips, but now he was thrusting them at Barb's face. As she tried to process this image it got even more unbelievable as she saw Barbara reach up with one hand and guide the boy's cock back into Gina's pussy. "Uunnhhh," she heard coming out of her own mouth, confirming what her eyes had reported. Paul's beautiful cock was definitely back inside and stroking her cunny. Then he was coming out again and returning to Barbara's mouth. Wilder West Ch. 04 Movement out of the corner of Gina's eye caught her attention; it was Jerry's hand shifting along Barbara's hip. She looked up to find him staring as she had been. Now he glanced down and the blonde saw the look of surprise, shock...and lust on his face. When she looked to the side she saw that patch of tightly wound black curls she'd fantasized about before just inches from her face. Staring at where his thick root disappeared into Barb's red-framed tunnel, Gina slowly opened her mouth wide. Paul was fucking juiced, this was just too fucking cool! He plunged his throbbing wand into Gina's hot, tight pussy and then over to Barb's pretty mouth where she licked off Gina's juice and tried to suck the skin right off his knob. Too fucking cool! Back and forth he went a few times before it struck him that Jerry might have a different opinion about what he was doing; Gina too for that matter. Tearing his gaze away from the spectacle at his crotch Paul looked up to see that he wasn't the only guy double-dipping. Jerry was just now pulling out of Barb's box with a fresh coating of pussy lube and Gina was sucking it down, apparently with great gusto. Then he and Jerry were looking each other in the eye. After a moment's hesitation the old friends smiled. Paul reached out his hand and Jerry bumped fists with him. Then they got back to the new game they had discovered. Jerry's cock wasn't quite as long as Paul's, but it was thicker and Gina enjoyed the way it spread her jaw. She also enjoyed the way it tasted coming straight out of Barb's cunt into her mouth. She thought she was the freak in the group, but our shy Miss McCoy was a superfreak. When Jerry made his next entrance into her welcoming mouth Gina could feel that warning tremor that said she could expect a mouthful of hot sauce pretty soon. While that idea had a certain appeal, the blonde slut knew she still had a trick or two to show her sister in passion first. When she felt Paul pull his rod out of her love tunnel Gina released Jerry from her mouth and spun around 180 degrees. Now Paul had two hungry mouths in front of him and Jerry had two juicy cunts. Neither boy missed a beat, continuing their glorious pattern of a few strokes in this hot, wet hole, a few strokes in that one. Gina had been right about Jerry; yes, Paul was a strong motherfucker, but there was just something so intense about Jerry's power. Paul was like a tiger loping through the jungle while Jerry was like a bobcat thrown into your face. She thrust her ass back against him to let him know she wanted more of the bobcat and he responded by gripping her hips tightly and bouncing a string of short, hard jabs into her tingling puss. Barbara loved the pure naughtiness of swapping spit with Gina via Paul's long cock, plus the boys had gotten into a nice rhythm of swapping holes in synch so the girls were taking both cocks into their bodies at the same time. Her cunny was positively dripping with the excitement of being violated by two cocks at once, something she'd never even fantasized about, let alone done, and yet at the same time it felt strangely familiar. Still fucking hot, but familiar. Well now it was time to try something else she'd never done and that was let a cock other than Jerry's inside her pussy. When the two studs were busy servicing Gina, Barbara repeated her friend's earlier move, with a twist. Literally. After she spun around, getting back to head-to-toe with the blonde, Barb flipped onto her back on the mattress and wormed her way underneath. Now she was staring at her first close up pussy, but again it felt like she'd been muff diving for years. And it was a pretty pussy Molly saw. The little slut even had most of the hair trimmed off it, leaving just a tuft of pale fur at the top of her slit. Barbara had always wavered between thinking Gina's "bikini waxing" was daring or dangerous. Now she just thought it looked hot and couldn't wait to feel the smooth vertical lips on her smooth horizontal ones. With the double fucking they'd been getting, Gina's pussy lips were swollen, wet, and gaping and Molly dived right in, running her tongue up and down the length of the girl's love box as Jerry's cock sawed back and forth inside it. Barbara didn't know what she was expecting as far as taste, but if her flower was as tasty as this it was no wonder Jerry always wanted to eat her out. It was thrilling to see how Gina's quim bulged outwards when Jerry drove his tool deep inside her. When he hit the bottom his balls dragged across Barb's face, making her feel even sluttier. Then something was happening with Barb's own twat. Fingers, delicate fingers were pulling her open, making it easy for Paul to sink his tent pole into her soft ground. Now he was all the way in and had her pegged to the mattress. He held there a moment and then began taking long, smooth strokes, falling in love with how his cock looked disappearing into the silky red cunt hair. He might have to ask Gina to stop shaving hers. Coincidentally Barbara was thinking that she might start shaving her pubes; Gina's cunny looked so pretty and sexy, naked like this. Plus it was extra easy to find the blonde's clitoris, which Barb began softly kissing and licking. Gina was not so easygoing. She wanted to see another one of Barbara's powerful orgasms, only this time up close and personal. She reached out to Paul's hip, urging him to pick up his pace and really start pounding into the redhead while Gina went to work on the swollen nub peeking from between the pink folds. Molly tilted her head back until the top rested on the mattress. Jerry saw her open mouth gaping at him upside down from beneath Gina's ass and he took the hint, pulling his pulsing cock from the blonde's tight gash and shoving it down his girlfriend's throat, nearly gagging her. Barbara flinched a little in fear, but Molly quickly trumped that with the unique combination of ultimate power in drawing a man's passion to the edge and ultimate submission in having his passion so dominate your mouth, your breathing. "Wait until you feel that first spray of hot spunk shooting straight down your throat," Molly assured her, "there's nothing like it." "But it is too hard to do it right and breath when you're getting ready to have another wonderful orgasm," she allowed, feeling the rumble grow in their shared crotch and deciding to go with it. She released Jerry's raging prick from her mouth and he quickly reinserted it into Gina's dripping flower. Barbara pressed her lips against the spread open petals, again delighting in the feeling of Jerry's cock pressing her friend's pussy against her mouth. 'Speaking of mouths, the blonde slut really knows how to use hers,' Molly thought, 'and the boy is fantastic, so full of youthful energy.' Her three young lovers were all making her feel so good, so hot, and so nasty! "Yes, yes," Barbara's voice moaned into Gina's cunny, as Molly urged on both the cock and the tongue in her own trembling pussy. Barbara couldn't believe the things she had done, the things she was doing, what kind of slut was she? 'Can you corrupt yourself?' wondered Molly as she thrilled at the way she had led Barbara into sucking and fucking with such complete abandon. But it had also been her fucking and sucking that way, the way she always had. That had not been one of her ghost ride-along climaxes when Jerry ate her out earlier, that had been real. And this one, this one with a cock rubbing across her face, another slamming into her blazing cunt, and soft lips sucking hard on her throbbing clit, this was going to be even better. Paul wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer, Barb's hot pussy was just too much. And the way Gina was clutching his ass, urging him to bang Barb so fast and hard, she wanted him to come too, obviously wanted him to fire his load into the sweet cunt she was licking so eagerly. Oh, fuck, Barb was licking his balls, licking the shaft of his cock as it slid in and out of Gina's tight, hot fuckhole. Licking the pussy juice right off his torrid flesh, driving him to explode and he was sure she would just as eagerly eat his cum from Gina's cunt after he did, and that was too hot of an image for Jerry to ignore. His thick cock was throbbing inside her, she knew he was close to filling her with his hot cum and she could hardly wait. Just as she could see that Paul could hardly wait any longer either. The veins in his beautiful prick were throbbing as it plowed in and out of Barbara's pink gash, pulling the fleshy lips back and forth with each stroke, right in front of her face; his cock was going to explode in Barb's cunt right in front of her face! Gina pressed her hips down slightly, getting even more pressure on her clit from Barb's chin and lips and let herself go with the whirlwind of excitement. Oh, God, yes, she was coming, coming all over her girlfriend's face, coming all over another man's cock; she clamped her lips on Barb's clit, howling around the nub in passion. Now, now, now, he chanted in his mind as he gave his last desperate thrusts into the hot, red pussy, shooting deep into his best friend's girlfriend's cunt. Then Paul yanked his cock out and frantically rubbed his hand up and down its length, jacking it off into his girlfriend's face right there sucking Barb's puss. He'd wanted to fuck this tight pussy so long. Paul had shared every detail, from the shaved mound to the way Gina's cunt clenched like a fist when she came. Clenched like it was now, so fucking tight on his cock, so fuckingg tiighhhhtt! And now he was filling her with his cream, continuing to bang into her hot ass, squeezing every drop of spunk out of his tube with her tight, clenching pussy. "Oh, Oh, Oh! So good, so fucking good!" Molly yelled into Gina's pussy where she could feel Jerry's hard cock going into spasms, spraying its hot load, spraying it deep inside the blonde just like Paul was spraying so deep inside of her. Her orgasm grabbed her and shook her like a rag doll and when she tasted the cum being forced from Gina's cunt and smeared all over Barbara's face it put her over the top, to a level she hadn't reached since literally being fucked to death well over a century before. Only this time there was no painful flutter and clenching in the chest, there was just unbridled passion lifting her and lifting her. Jerry and Gina fell to the right, the wrestler holding her tight against him, his cock still buried to the hilt. Paul lurched forward, also collapsing to his right, landing on the opposite side of Barbara, his young cock still mostly hard in his hand. The redhead simply collapsed, melting into the mattress, drawing deep, ragged breaths. If any of them had been able to open their eyes right then he or she might have thought they saw some kind of light, a glow that almost looked solid, like mist, rising off the voluptuous body of the limp Irish rose. A mist that slowly drifted to the ceiling and kept right on going. October 2008 Sam's Island Publishing