Lovers From Beyond 1.01

"I never said I was insecure about my body!" Katherine sounded genuinely offended.

"If you weren't, you wouldn't be drooling over Eleanor all the time, now would you?" Victoria shot back. "Do you really think I hadn't noticed? Well, I'll have you know, that I have just as nice a figure as Eleanor, and maybe even better!" These last few words rang heavy with the pangs of jealousy.

Being nearest the bedroom door, Eleanor caught the whiff of men's cologne first. "Ladies, I think I smell something."

The other two paused from their bickering, and soon picked up the scent as well.

"What is that?" Katherine asked.

"Old Spice." Victoria deduced. "And while I'd rather have my men with a little splash of Capri Orange myself, if this is the best cologne they had at the ghostly department store, then it'll have to do for now." She stepped directly into the center of the room. "Ghost, come here right now!" She demanded, and sure enough, the other two women sensed the phantom stepping around them and towards its cruel new mistress. Victoria addressed her compatriots. "See, all you need is a little sense of authority in these matters." She scanned around her immediate vicinity. "Now, where are you, ghost? Ah, there. I can sense you standing right there." Shamelessly, Victoria reached up to grasp the zipper on her top, and zipped it all the way open. The soft sweater was soon discarded aside, and the jogging pants and sneakers were next to go.

In awe, both Eleanor and Katherine gazed at their friend's form, now clad only in a lacy pink bra, and matching panties. Victoria was the plumpest of the three, with large D cup breasts that no longer jutted out as firmly as they once did, a soft belly that was full, but not quite unsightly, and legs that had never once been mistaken for those of a runner. However, she was far from being an eyesore, for her age anyway, as her skin was pale and creamy, and once she'd removed her bra, she exhibited breasts with very large and vague areola, and aroused nipples the size of the last segment of an average pinkie finger. Once her panties had also been removed, the two women took in a neatly trimmed and dark red tangle of pubic hair as well, and they both noted the way that Victoria placed her fists on either side of her waist, and lifted her chin in an imperious manner.

"Ghost, these are your orders." She declared. "You will service me in the same way that you serviced Katherine, whom I must declare, is much too thin to be arousing to a sexual connoisseur such as yourself, and although I can't blame you if you don't want to pleasure Eleanor, as she can be a pompous bitch on occasion, once you are finished with me, you will service her as well, but not to the same degree of quality as that which you've bestowed upon myself." Victoria then settled her voluptuous frame down on the carpet, and both lifted her knees and spread her legs. "If this is understood, you may proceed immediately."

Not more than ten seconds later, Victoria squealed in delight, as the mysterious licker got down to his task.

Eleanor didn't know whether to be angry, or aroused, as she looked over at Katherine, who had the lower part of her face covered with her hands, and her eyes opened wide and registering surprise.

"I can't believe she's doing it." Katherine whispered.

"Well, I can't believe what she just said about us." Eleanor grumbled.

For the next few minutes, both women witnessed their portly friend being savaged by a phantom tongue, and heard the increased brevity of Victoria's breaths, as well an occasional lusty moan. If either Eleanor or Katherine denied that they were getting turned on, they would have both been lying.

"You've heard that slogan, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?" Katherine asked.

"No, not really." Eleanor answered.

"It means that whatever happens in this room tonight," Katherine explained. "Is not to be mentioned to anyone presently outside of this room. Kapish?"

Eleanor nodded, just as Katherine started pulling her long shirt over her head. "What do you think you're doing?"

Katherine offhandedly threw her shirt at Eleanor. "Well, I didn't come here tonight to be a spectator, that's for sure. You can stand there and be our cheerleader, if that's what you want to do."

Katherine stepped away, leaving Eleanor to gawk at her tiny, but proud, A cup breasts, her lean waist and toned legs, and finally, her tight butt that, while no longer tight enough to crack walnuts, had still retained most of its shape and firmness. It was more of a manly shape, Eleanor considered, but without the cock that usually went with it.

Almost casually, Katherine lay down next to the panting Victoria, and gently, she reached out to caress the woman's swollen mammaries. Victoria, who'd had her eyes closed, opened them at the other's touch, and the two women, one lean, and the other portly, gazed into one another's eyes longingly.

"I suppose," Victoria said hotly. "That in the absence of a man's lips, yours will have to do for now." She reached up to cradle Katherine's neck in her hand, and brought the woman's head down to where their mouths would meet.

Passionately, they kissed, with Victoria taking an occasional break to grunt out from the pleasure that was being thrust on her way down between her legs.

And poor Eleanor, standing there quietly by the doorway, growing more aroused by the second, found herself wishing that some of the sensual sounds echoing from the cold walls were being emitted by her.

Resolutely, she said, "I am nobody's fucking cheerleader!"

She took a step forward, only to pause in something approaching terror when Victoria suddenly shrieked. Katherine had invaded Victoria's private confines with her long fingers, and as she was vigorously stimulating her, the ghost had slipped aside and upward, and had renewed its licking duties on Victoria's breasts. How Eleanor knew that the ghost had shifted its position was evidenced by her witnessing a pale sheen with a roughly human form now intertwined with the bodies of the two ladies.

"Oh, my." Eleanor gasped. "The ghost is becoming more real!"

Victoria fought off Katherine's greedy fingers, and the ghost's licking. She was still panting heavily as if she'd been running a marathon, and through her halted breaths she answered, "It's a known phenomena. If a person is apt to believe in the supernatural, then the supernatural will manifest itself more clearly. If a person doesn't believe, they won't see a thing. We must concentrate on making the ghost more real, and in effect, he will become more real."

Katherine timidly reached out to touch the phantom, who was more or less clearly outlined in the darkness of the bedroom. "I can touch it, or him, I mean. His body feels like a tiny little jolt of electricity. It's nowhere near solid, though. More like a cloud of mist."

"How do you know for certain that it's a him?" Eleanor asked.

"Dearie, he has a man's parts." Victoria replied. "I can feel them resting on my thigh." The portly woman sat up. "You must come an join us."

"How?" Eleanor asked.

"Don't be simple." Victoria scolded her mildly. "You take your clothes off, and you come over here and sit right in between us. I'm sure one of us will figure out what to do next."

"Haven't you ever played naked Twister?" Katherine asked.

"No." Eleanor answered.

Katherine sympathetically glanced over at Victoria. "We simply have to get this woman to loosen up a little."

"Agreed." Victoria nodded. "Eleanor dear, what are you waiting for?"

While a part of Eleanor would have rather made for the door to avoid the entire scene, another part of her recalled her wilder, younger days, such as when she'd asked a man to take her in the elevator of a high-rise, or when she'd seduced two men at the same time. Even as her inhibitions screamed at her to halt, she defied her own conservative nature and puller her long shirt over her head, leaving her two girlfriends to marvel at her sultry figure clad in black lingerie. 34 C - 30 - 34, were her measurements.

Katherine whistled approvingly. "You look like you could have been a centerfold, once."

"I almost was." Eleanor admitted. "When I was still in college. The magazine refused to meet my price."

"I'll bet you're right."

With as much of a regal air as she could muster under the circumstances, Eleanor reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. After this was removed, she leaned over to remove her panties, and allowed her magnificent breasts to momentarily dangle like ripe oranges. In her most sultry tone, she stood up and asked, "Where do you girls want me?"

"Ooh, you just gave me chills with that voice." Katherine blurted.

"And judging from the heat exuding from our gentleman friend's party piece, I'd say he approves as well." Victoria agreed. "I know I do. Now come over here and sit between us."

Eleanor approached the trio, and waited as they all scrambled aside, ghost included, to make room for her. She slipped down onto her knees.

"Stop right there." Katherine said, giving the blonde vixen pause. Katherine lay down directly in front of her, and close enough to wrap her thighs around Eleanor's legs. "Now, come to mama."

Eleanor thought she'd been shocked enough that evening, but this might have been the peak of her astonishment. She had never been intimate with another woman in her entire life, and her she was, with her naked thighs rubbing against Katherine's, and with Katherine staring at her as if she was about to get the best birthday present she'd ever seen.

"You used to be so wild." Victoria reminded her. "I remember all those stories you used to tell me, about how you were willing to try anything..."

Well, she could still be wild, Eleanor resolved, as she leaned forward and positioned herself on her hands and knees. Katherine could barely contain her lust, for as soon as Eleanor was on all fours, she inched up far enough for her eyes to be level with Eleanor's, and a fraction of a second later, Katherine's hands were doing their best to engulf her breasts. And poor Eleanor, who hadn't had her breasts touched in so, so long, was instantly shuddering and relishing the sensual groping like a randy schoolgirl.

"You're such a delicious bitch." Katherine envied her, keeping her gaze constantly locked on Eleanor's. "If I had a cock, I'd fuck you raw."

Eleanor became so absorbed with Katherine's fondling, that she barely noticed Victoria slipping away from her, and didn't even know her friend was gone until she heard Victoria's voice a few moments later.

"I think he's ready." She said.

"Ready for what?" Eleanor asked, only to feel a pair of very cold hands grab onto her meaty and upraised ass.

It was the phantom, she realized, ghost-handling her from behind, while Katherine woman-handled her from below. And not only that, but she felt another strong shudder as ghostly thighs moved in closer to hers. Something that was a combination of both cold and hot poked at the outer edges of her engorged pussy, and in a gently, steady motion, the ghost inserted its prick into her.

"How does that feel?" Victoria asked.

Eleanor shut her eyes and groaned with pleasure, as the prick invaded her hot insides with its strange and tingly substance. It felt like a cold popsicle, and a hot poker at the same time, and it buzzed as if it had a low wattage attached to it, and as to how it felt, the only answer she could give was, "Incredible!"

While holding her butt in place, the ghost began thrusting at her in earnest, and Eleanor moaned and groaned just as enthusiastically, until she opened her eyes and saw her enthralled audience lying below. Katherine's inflamed eyes gave Eleanor the impression that she was just as aroused as Eleanor was.

"Come down here." Katherine ordered.

Eleanor complied. It was too much for her to even attempt to kiss Katherine, as her mouth was opened wide, and her breaths hearty and lustful from the multiple assaults she was enduring. This didn't falter Katherine in the slightest, as the leaner woman was more than content to lather her kisses on Eleanor's cheeks and throat, and once she snagged a breast with her lips, it was as if she were attempting to devour it.

As for the ghost, well, who knew what was really going on its head. It probably thought it had hit some kind of jackpot by getting a chance to cavort with what most wealthy men wouldn't hesitate to reign in as a trophy wife.

Eleanor's inevitable and throaty orgasm erupted onto the side of Katherine's face, and Katherine sought to somehow control it by embracing Eleanor's sultry body and squeezing it tightly. Still, the ghost maintained its fervor, prolonging the climax far longer than any mortal man could, and finally Eleanor could take no more of the abuse and she threw herself to one side to catch her breath.

Katherine, as if she meant to follow and mount the woman like some sort of predator, reached out with a slender arm, and twisted onto her side, only to sense the ghost pouncing on her next. One of her legs was yanked up and into the air, while the ghost sat astride her remaining prone thigh and penetrated her from the side.

"Oh!" Katherine cried out sharply, as the phantom impaled her and successfully marked her as its next target.

Ghostly hands ran the length of Katherine's middle and clutched at her small breasts, and ghostly fingers even dared to press into the startled woman's mouth and demand attention. Katherine closed her mouth over them, licking at them and running her tongue all over their tingly lengths. The ghost then tightly gripped her abdomen, and resumed the hurried throttling it had commenced on Eleanor just moments before.

Victoria noticed that Eleanor was watching the bizarre frenzy with more than a little fascination. "Do you think a ghost can have an orgasm?"

"I certainly hope it doesn't have one too quickly." Eleanor admitted. "I'd like to get in line and go on that ride again!"

"Not before me!" Victoria grinned, after which she crawled over to Eleanor's side. "I want to try something. Kiss me."

"I can't. You're my best friend. I wouldn't feel right about it."

"Fine, then let me kiss you." Victoria didn't wait for a reply, as she moved in and planted her lips firmly on Eleanor's.

Eleanor tried to be passionate about it, but she couldn't. She soon gave up trying. "I'm sorry. I told you, I can't."

"I know." Victoria replied. "I can't either, not really. I just don't see you as a sexy woman. I mean, you have a great body and everything, but I only see you as my best friend, the same way that you see me. But with Katherine, there's something different. I was so jealous that she wanted you, and not me, for all this time, and for some reason, the thought of making love to her would always get me excited. Why do you suppose that is?"

"Perhaps she reminds you of a man, more than I do." Eleanor suggested. "She does to me, and with the right haircut and wardrobe, I'm sure she could even pass for one."

"Do you really think that's it?" Victoria asked. "I'd like to kiss her again, but I don't want to leave you out in the cold."

"You won't. Go ahead and have your fun."

A naughty look crossed Victoria's eyes. "I dare you to put your hands on her."

"I couldn't." Eleanor shook her head. "I've never done that to a woman before."

"I have." Victoria revealed. "With my French maid, shortly after I kicked my Harry out. I couldn't see myself cheating on my husband with the butler, even though Harry had already cheated on me with his whore of a secretary. So I chose the maid instead." She grasped Eleanor's wrist and led her closer to the steamy action. "Come on."

Katherine, still lying on her side, bit at her bottom lip with her eyes tightly shut, as the ghost engaged in long and deep strokes and continued to ravage her body. It seemed as if she was barely controlling herself from screaming out loud.

Playfully, Victoria lay down just behind Katherine, and reached around the woman's middle to tease her nipples. Katherine had to momentarily displace the ghost, as she turned over on her opposite side, but the moment she was settled, it went back to work on her. The two women played with each other's breasts, giggling and smiling at one another, until Katherine pulled Victoria close, stifled her moans on the other's shoulder, and shuddered in an explosive climax. She tried to outlast the ghost, too, but as with Eleanor, the ghost's stamina proved too much for her. Katherine cried out, "Enough! That's enough! I can't take any more!"

As Victoria wasn't as daring as Katherine, nor as glamorous as Eleanor, it was with a great amount of determination that she sought, for once, to outdo them both. "Ghost," she demanded. "Lay down right here, in the middle of this bedroom."

The ghost complied, and although Victoria tried several times to mount the not-quite-solid form, each time she ended up smacking her rump on the carpet. She admonished the other two ladies for her failure. "You're not concentrating hard enough!" She tried a couple of extra times, until she finally gave up. "Oh, fiddle!"

As a last recourse, Victoria lay down on her back, and ordered the ghost to do its worst. Of course, the ghost took up the mandate, for what else did it have to do, besides mope around the apartment all night and haunt the place?

"I want a good thrashing, do you hear me?" Victoria told it. "I want to be able to look at these two sluts directly in the eye tomorrow, and tell them that you gave me the best you had, and that I took it all when they couldn't!"

What Victoria asked for, she certainly got, for the ghost well knew a goading when it heard one. The ghost pulled out all the stops, pummeling recklessly at the resolute woman while it pinned her by the shoulders, squeezing harshly at her breasts, and then employing its trademark lick on them, and when that failed to bring her to a climax, it even threw Victoria's legs up on its shoulders and exposed her wet cunny and her curvy posterior to the scrutiny of her other two associates-turned-lovers.

Katherine gawked openly, and Eleanor looked over frequently, while she pretended not to.

Finally, just when things had reached a fevered pitch, and Victoria's breasts were bouncing about like runaway beach balls, all three women felt something snap. The ghost pulled away, seemed to waver while on its knees, and finally it fell over on its back and vanished. A long, trailing moan could be heard in its wake.

Katherine had covered the bottom half of her face with hands. "I think she killed it! I think she killed the ghost with her pussy!"

"That's impossible." Eleanor refuted. "A ghost is already dead. It cannot die twice."

"Then what just happened?"

"I'll tell you what happened." Victoria sat up, and rubbed her sides and lower back. "I've just been fucked silly, that's what. I had so many orgasms, that I lost count after twenty-two. And, I've acquired a bad case of rug burn all over my back on top of all that!"

Both Eleanor and Katherine giggled.

A moment later, a loud knocking could be heard from downstairs.

"I suppose that's the security guard." Katherine wondered. "Coming to check on what all the ruckus is about."

"Well, you'd better go and answer the door, then." Victoria replied. "Before he kicks it down and sees us all naked like this."

"Where is my shirt?" Katherine asked, as she glanced around at the carpet in the dark bedroom.

"If you were as brazen as you like to think you are," Victoria dared. "You would go downstairs and answer the door in the nude."

Katherine considered this, smugly. "I could do that a dozen times before you'd even step out of this bedroom without any clothes on."

In unison, both ladies turned to look at Eleanor, whom they'd both originally thought would be the boldest of them all, but in fact, had turned out to be quite the opposite.