Lovers From Beyond Ep. 01

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, before employing its trademark lick on them. When all those maneuvers failed to bring Victoria to a climax, it even threw Victoria's legs up on its shoulders. Fully exposed to the close scrutiny of her associates-turned-lovers, were the plump woman's wet cunny and curvy posterior. Katherine gawked openly. Eleanor looked over frequently, while she pretended not to.

Finally, just when matters 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 and seemed to waver while on its knees. 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, rubbing 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 laughed in dignified manners.

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

"I suppose that's the security guard." Katherine assumed. "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. Originally, they'd both thought the blonde would be the boldest of them all. In fact, things had turned out to be quite the opposite.

"Oh, no." Eleanor began backing away. "I know what you're thinking and I'm not going to do it. I will not, under any circumstances, be answering any doors while I'm naked!"

In the end, the security guard, who fortunately happened to be in his early forties, tall and reasonably well built, was stunned to find not one, but three unclad older women on the other side of the apartment door. In fact, anybody who might have usually watched the guard following his predictable rounds would have commented that the man was not to be seen for the rest of the night.

Just a few days later, we come across the very affluent and very crowded business district of Prospect Avenue in La Jolla. Here, we find two very lovely older ladies sitting in one of the area's many sidewalk cafes. One, the redhead, is robust and with a healthy glow about her cheeks. She is seen wearing a nicely cut Malandrino bustier dress, streaked with black and splashed with purple, and revealing an ample, but not too showy, amount of cleavage.

The second woman, the beautiful blonde, wore her wide-brimmed, charcoal-colored straw hat and her dark sunglasses. Covering her shapely figure is a form-fitting, strapless black dress that also enhances her sizable breasts. The woman is attractive enough to warrant a second look from spectators, as if she were one of those celebrities that are occasionally spotted in town.

The two women are taking in the sights. They are sitting suspiciously close to a valet stand, where half a dozen young and mostly strapping men are engaged in picking up or dropping off luxury automobiles. They also have three cups of hot java sitting on the small table before them. Of those three, one is still full and getting colder by the minute.

"Here she comes, finally." Victoria points out an approaching form. "I still can't believe you never suspected that Katherine was bisexual."

"Let's not mention that too openly." Eleanor tips her glasses down to confirm the identity of the newcomer. As soon as Katherine is acceptably near, Eleanor stands up and holds her arms out, in her usual, grandstanding sort of way.

"Sorry I'm late." Katherine says.

"I hear that being late is becoming fashionably acceptable once again." Eleanor quips, as she kisses, and in turn, is kissed by Katherine.

Katherine steps around the table to receive a similar greeting from Victoria.

"Why are you late this time?" Victoria asks.

Katherine nearly blushes. "I was taking a drive through a certain part of town last night, and I happened to stop by a certain apartment complex..."

The other two women lean closer as if the three of them are conspirators.

"You'll never guess who's back."

"Oh, my." Eleanor starts fanning herself with one of the café's menus, as if she's suddenly feeling hot.

"Are you sure?" Victoria whispers.

"Of course I am." Katherine replies. "In his own special way, our friend has let me know that he would like to see the three of us again."

"He licked your pussy again." Eleanor states with a grin.

"I can't believe it!" Victoria squeals. "Eleanor really said pussy!"

"He surely did lick my pussy. I discovered something else that the two of you might find interesting." Katherine pulls out her cell phone and activates the speaker function. She clicks a number from her many speed-dial selections. As the phone starts to dial out, she sets the phone in the center of the table, where all three women can clearly hear the conversation that is about to take place.

"Who are you calling?" Victoria asks.

"The custodial supervisor that formerly took care of a certain apartment complex, which I now happen to own." Katherine states.

The call is answered. A gruff male voice says, "Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Vargas." Katherine greets. "This is Katherine. I spoke with you earlier today, and I have two of my associates with me now. The story you told me this morning was so very fascinating. I was hoping you'd tell my friends about it. This is why I have you on speaker right now."

"You want to hear about the haunted apartment again, right?"

"Yes I do. Please go on."

"Yeah, okay. Well, I'll tell you what I told you earlier. Three young guys were renting the place. All three of them were in the Navy. I guess they were the kind that party a lot. According to the rumors, they had women coming and going at all hours of the day and night. I didn't see too much of these guys myself. Anyway, all of these guys were in their twenties, between twenty-one and twenty-five, I'd guess. They all worked in the same division for the Navy, where they take care of garbage disposal. One of these guys has some kind of fetish for cougars."

"Please explain what a cougar is to my friends."

"Sure. A cougar is an older gal, maybe in her forties or fifties, or thereabouts. And from what I heard, this one guy just loved dating these women, even though they were like twice his age. He had a fetish for them, like I said. I think his name was Gabriel Hernandez. From what I've heard, people called him Gabe for short."

"And what happened to Mr. Hernandez?"

"It's a real heartbreaker. He partied too hard one night, and he ended up totaling his car on the freeway. Right into a median. Died instantly."

"And what happened after that?"

"That's where things get creepy." Mr. Vargas continues. "The poor kid had been dead for a couple of months. His roomies start hearing him coming home from work, and starting to cook up a canned soup like he usually did for dinner. Then they start hearing footsteps going up and down the stairs. When they're watching TV, the remote control always clicks on to the Ultimate Fighting shows, and guess whose favorite shows those were? The roommates think that Gabe's ghost has come back to haunt the apartment, and they get scared shitless. Pardon my French, by the way. The two guys left the apartment at the same time, even though it was still early on their lease. They both lost their security deposits, but they didn't care about the money. So from where I'm sitting, I think they really believed what they were saying about the place being haunted."

"Thank you, Mr. Vargas. I'll be letting you get back to whatever you were doing. I appreciate your time."

"Sure, no prob. Just keep my janitorial service in mind, will you, if you get a hold of any more apartments?"

"I will, I promise. Goodbye." Katherine hangs up her phone and sticks it back into her pocket.

In unison, all three women, Eleanor, Katherine, and Victoria lean close, as if whatever their next words are they are meant only for themselves, and for no one else.

Of the three, only one speaks. It is Katherine. "So, what are you naughty ladies doing tonight?"