The Ghost of Penis Past
written by:
Mellors

Marion was dead to begin with.

It had been one year since Elizabeth's business partner had unexpectedly dropped dead during a business meeting from a stroke. At least the company they'd been negotiating with had waxed sympathetic and overpaid them for their services as a result. As Elizabeth worked the spreadsheet, she could see nice fat profit numbers appearing at the bottom. Nice fat profit numbers were practically the only pleasure she got these days.

It was cold in the office -- she'd turned down the heat to save on the electric bills. The office was silent -- everyone had gone off on the Christmas vacation Elizabeth had grudgingly granted. Everyone except Brenda, who was hastily backing everything up before leaving.

Brenda came into Elizabeth's office. Even in the light of the computer screen -- Elizabeth liked to keep the lights off to save on electricity -- she could be clearly seen. Brenda was a pretty woman in her early 30's with long curly brown hair and a slender figure nicely displayed by her fashionable dress. She was a marked contrast to Elizabeth, who was in her late 30's, had short black hair pulled back severely and dressed in a suit that gave no hint of any feminine shape. She would have looked almost like a man except for the delicate feminine features of her face -- still pretty despite the perpetual scowl.

"Well, I think that's it for now," said Brenda.

"You know," said Elizabeth. "If you people were willing to work on Christmas, we'd be way ahead of the competition. We could release the next patch before New Year's."

Brenda pouted and turned her dainty heel.

"But it's Christmas. A time to be with family and friends and to-"

"Bullshit," said Elizabeth. "It's a chance to pick the honest businesswoman's pocket with a cheap vacation."

"We made a 23% profit last year."

"It would have been 25 without holidays," said Elizabeth. "And profits can vanish in smoke in our business overnight." She sighed. "Go on! I'm sure you've got your friends to get to. What's that guy you like, Tim? I'm sure he's not working today."

"He's a musician. Tim works his own hours. And we're just friends."

"Easy to work your own hours when you don't work."

"He had fifty gigs last year-"

"Anyone who spends his time playing in a band called Tiny Tim and the Twerps-"

"That's Twilight; Tiny Tim and the Twilight."

"-does not have a real job. You may go."

Brenda paused a moment, looking at her boss, trying to fathom the cold expression on her face. She's tried to draw Elizabeth out over the five years she'd worked for her software company -- with no success. It was as if part of her were just missing.

"He'd like to meet you," Brenda tried again. "I think you two-"

"No chance," hissed Elizabeth.

"I know you're not going anywhere. You could drop buy if you want to have dinner with-"

"I've got my own food, thank you."

With a shrug, Brenda turned and left. She wasn't sure why she kept trying to draw her cold, mean-spirited boss out. But she hadn't given up in five years. Something told her it was important to persist.

Elizabeth kept working. It got dark and cold. Light now began to fall. And still Elizabeth hunched over the computer, planning out the next fiscal quarter, trying to figure out where they could pinch pennies, how they could get version 2.3 out before the competition. Software engineers drove her nuts with their incessant demands for vacations and holidays and perks. But she had no choice but to pay up -- it was an employee's market.

Finally, Elizabeth could not keep her eyes focused on the computer screen anymore. Reluctantly, she left, climbed into her ten-year-old car and drove home to her cold townhouse. She was glad that the gaudy Christmas decoration that lined her roads would be gone before long.

She pulled up to her vast townhouse and climbed out of the car. She closed the gate.

And that was when things began to get weird.

---

For one thing, the lock on her door seemed to have changed. The key worked but the lock itself was shaped differently. it looked like . . . well, it was embarrassingly vaginal. Elizabeth felt very strange opening it.

Once inside, she deactivated the burglar alarm, which kept flashing '69' over and over again. Elizabeth shook her head and went deep into the cold house and into her living room, her footsteps echoing in the empty house. It had been a long time since it had felt empty. Tonight, it felt positively cavernous.

She hastily flicked on a single lamp, found the remote and almost frantically turned on the TV, hoping to drown out the silence. But instead of CNN or the Money Channel, the sight of writhing naked bodies greeted her.

"Yeah," a buxom brunette who looked strangely familiar was saying, "give it to me!"

Elizabeth frantically switched channels. And it was more porn. This time, it was a slender girl with long dark hair proudly riding a man with an enormous cock. Elizabeth started. The girl in the movie looked strangely like her. Another channel and a woman with long curly brown hair that looked strikingly like Brenda was sucking some massively hung guy, taking a breath only to urge him to cum on her face.

Elizabeth clicked off the TV and threw down the remote in disgust.

"Idiots at the cable company. I'll sort them out."

Her hands were trembling as she picked up the phone. But it was dead. She brought out her iPhone only to find she was getting no signal. And on the front played a movie in which two women - one dark-haired, one brown - were going down on each other.

She threw the iPhone onto the couch and went to the liquor cabinet. It was her one indulgence. And for now, her lifeline. She practically ripped open the door, fumbled around until her fingers closed on a large cylindrical bottle of absinthe. The feel of the expensive and illegal liquor in her hand reassured her a bit. Her hand were shaking slightly less as she poured a glass.

She was halfway through, still standing next to the liquor cabinet, when she heard a sportscar pull up outside. It sounded like it was practically inside the house! Doors begin slamming and wind blasted through the house. The room began to shake and the lights went out, leaving her in the dark. The glass slipped from her nervous fingers. And even in that moment, she regretted the expensive liquid pouring out onto the floor.

Finally, a vague ethereal shape began to materialize in the center of the room. Elizabeth found she couldn't look away. Through the murk, she could just make out that it was her business partner Marion. And she appeared to be wearing a dominatrix outfit -- with long chains wrapped around and around her body.

"Marion?!"

The ghost looked at her blankly and then seemed to recognize her.

"Yes, I have come for you Elizabeth."

"Marion, what on Earth are you doing in that ridiculous get up?"

"Penance," replied the spirit, shifting the chains over her shoulders. "Trust me, you don't want to know."

Elizabeth was feeling less scared now. A slow anger was building in her. "So let me guess. You're here trying to save me from even more penance? Are my . . . chains and whips now even more extensive than yours?"

"Huh?" the ghost replied, taken aback. "No. This penance is for being a tease earlier in life. Apparently, in the afterlife, you have to deliver on all the sex you promised to blue-balled college boys. Who knew?"

"Well, I'm not teasing anyone these days."

"And that's the problem," she said. "I've realized that I wasted my life. It's too late for me now. But perhaps I can help you."

"What do you mean, wasted? We built this software company together. You were good in business."

"Woman-kind is my business now."

"Hmph. This woman's doing fine now. Have you seen my 401k balance?"

The room suddenly shook and thundered. Marion's image swelled before her and Elizabeth scrunched herself against the cabinet.

"Enough! Life isn't about money and profits and bank balances! It's about happiness. I've learned you won't take any of this crap with you. But you can make the most of your days. And the only true happiness comes from other people."

"Ah, bullshit."

"And love. And sex."

"Have I not a vibrator? Have I not internet porn?"

The room darkened again and rumbled.

"You will be visited by three spirits," said Marion, her voice echoing from the rafters.

"Let me guess," replied Elizabeth. "The ghosts of . . . well, since they're not about Christmas, but about sex, what would they be? The ghost of penis past, present and future?"

The lights came back up and the shaking stopped. Marion dropped out of character and glared at her. "It's not nice to make fun. This is serious. Do you have any idea how many ghostly favors I had to give to get these three to come to you?" She gestured at her dominatrix outfit again.

"Why on Earth would you waste time on that?"

"Because you're my friend and I don't know want you to die the way I did -- alone, unloved . . . and frankly, unfucked. Oh you had that one guy 15 years ago -- and boy did you have him! But when was the last time you had great sex, huh? I believe Reagan was President."

"But if what you're saying is true, I can wait until the afterlife to have some sex."

"Trust me," said Marion, "It's not the same thing. Afterlife sex is just a shadow of the real thing.

"Look, as a ghost, I get to see a lot and BOY was I missing out -- and are you missing out. To think of all the multiple orgasms I could have had. There was so many talented tongues that wanted to work between my thighs."

Marion seemed to be drifting off, her wispy eyes glazing over. Elizabeth cleared her throat.

"Sorry," grinned Marion. "Just caught up in the moment. Anyway, you'll be getting a visit from three spirits and try not to be a bitch to them, please? For my sake? If I have to wear a cheerleader outfit one more time, I swear-"

Elizabeth snorted. "OK, I'll try. So, you have to tell me, what's the afterlife like?"

"It's not something the living can really understand, I'm afraid," Marion replied, "It's not bad. But there's so much you miss. What I wouldn't give for some real food. Or a real drink. Or a real cock. Anyway, maybe if you listen to the ghosts, you won't find out for a long long time."

"But-"

But Marion faded right before her eyes. Elizabeth blinked and looked around the room. She carefully put the cap back on the absinthe. She picked up the bottle and dropped it in the trash, lamenting the waste of money.

"That's the last I time I drink that shit."

---

Elizabeth did not heat her house. Fuel was so expensive these days. Around about midnight, she climbed into bed in a thick nightgown and pulled the heavy covers over her. She could still feel the lingering effects of the absinthe as she fell asleep.

It seemed but an instant before a loud bang slammed through her bedroom. She sat up to see the room bathed in a blaze of light coming from the open bedroom door. As she watched, a beautiful young woman stepped out. She was tall, blonde, emphatically shaped and completely naked.

"I must be dreaming," she said. "Never touching that stuff again. Never ever."

"Get out of bed," said the ghost in a commanding British-accented voice.

"Why?" replied Elizabeth. "Who are you?"

"I am what you called me to Marion -- the ghost of penis past."

Elizabeth laughed. The room shook and rumbled. The bed lurched and tossed Elizabeth into an undignified heap on the floor.

"Do not take me lightly, woman. Just because you give me a ridiculous name does not make me ridiculous. We have places to go and very little time. You will come. Now. And then you may cum. Later."

"Where are we going?" said Elizabeth, reaching for a jacket.

"To the past," replied the ghost. "And you don't need that."

The ghost took Elizabeth's hand and she numbly followed her into the light.

"Where are we going?"

"Into the past," said the ghost. "It's always just over the horizon."

----

"I know this place," said Elizabeth when the light faded.

It was the apartment she'd live in for four years in her 20's. It was small -- a two-bedroom flat in New York she shared. There was a small kitchen and a living room that also served as the breakfast room. Two couches, a coffee table, a round breakfast table, a tiny christmas tree and a small TV. It was all they could afford in NYC even with their generous salaries.

"Look," said the ghost. The room brightened. Elizabeth turned and gasped.

She was looking at herself, lying on the couch. But a younger self. Herself 15 years younger. She could scarcely believe her eyes. She had become so used to being middle-aged that the 24 y/o lying on the couch was almost a stranger.

Her black hair was much longer, spilling over the couch cushions. She was clad in white lingerie that the older Elizabeth would never have worn. A lacy low-cut corset made her waist tiny and pushed up and emphasized her B-cup breasts. Her erect nipples dented the thin material. Slender bikini panties cut into the splendid curve of her hips while exposing a little bit of her tight ass. The stockings were perfect on her long slender legs while the garter belt clung to her narrow waist. Her soft supple skin glowed. A long time and a great deal of loneliness separated Elizabeth from the lovely 34-24-35 figure she beheld.

But what struck her more was the face. Not the absence of crow's feet or the lack of any incipient wrinkles. it was the glow of a happy excited woman in the full flower of beauty, practically bursting with arousal. Memory began to flow through her mind as she realized what day it was, what year it was and what about to happen. She couldn't believe she'd forgotten this. She remembered how wet she had been at this moment, wanting to masturbate herself silly but determined to wait. Elizabeth simply could not remember the last time she'd looked -- or felt -- anything like that.

"Do you know what's about to happen?"

Long-buried memories continued to stir in Elizabeth's mind.

"I think so. I'm about to have sex. With my old boyfriend."

"Do you even remember his name?"

She nodded. "Bill. Poor dear Bill."

A key touched the door and the older Elizabeth jumped. A moment later it opened and the older Elizabeth had to stifle a gasp.

It was Rachel.

Her old roommate, wrapped tightly in a black coat that blended with her long black hair, tumbled in and closed the door. She brushed snow off, but a few flakes were left to bring out her lovely brown eyes and beautiful round smiling face.

"Elizabeth, it is fucking cold out. How dare you-"

She turned and saw her roommate lying on the couch. Elizabeth made no effort to conceal herself. Rather, she stretched out on the couch, emphasizing her long sleek body. Rachel grinned at her.

"Oh, I must have been a very good girl this year."

"It's not for you," said Elizabeth. "It's for Bill."

"Oh, then we both must have been very good this year. Very very good. And you must have been very very bad."

Rachel quickly shed her big coat, revealing the curvy body beneath, wrapped in a clingy black blouse and white skirt. She moved over to the couch and sat next to her friend. She leaned in and kissed the pretty brunette.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said.

"I thought you were going out tonight," said Elizabeth.

Rachel put her hand on Elizabeth's leg and ran it up and down. The slender girl trembled at the touch.

"I cancelled on him. He was only interested in sleeping with me."

"When has that ever stopped you?" asked Elizabeth.

"Hey!" said Rachel, slapping her roommate on the thigh. "I don't just sleep with anybody. I have to at least like the guy."

She gazed again at Elizabeth's lissome body. Both the older and younger Elizabeth knew the look and what it portended. And both felt a warm flush of anticipation.

"A present for Bill?" asked Rachel, licking her full lips.

Elizabeth nodded.

"Well then," she said. "Maybe we should get you ready for him, then?"

"I am ready."

Rachel's fingers moved up Elizabeth's thigh until they found her panties. She slowly rubbed the gusset and watched Elizabeth closed her eyes and bit her lip.

"Yes, I can feel you are. You're quite wet."

She continued to rub her friend, a strange smile on her face. She watched happily as Elizabeth's breathing deepened.

"But are you wet enough? A man of Bill's endowments, you need to be soaking."

Elizabeth nodded. "Mmm-hmmm."

With another grin, Rachel bent down and began kissing her roommate's flat tummy. As she kissed her way lower, Elizabeth began to stir, moving against the couch cushions. The older Elizabeth was aware of the ghost watching with her and wanted to say something. But she was captivated.

"Oh, honey," young Elizabeth said. "You're the best at this."

"Do you still have things with women?" the ghost asked the older Elizabeth. She shook her head.

"A pity. I always liked men myself. But the occasional thing with a woman -- well, it wasn't bad."

The elder Elizabeth nodded. She began to reply but was cut off by her own cry of pleasure. Her attention focused back on Rachel, who now had the young Elizabeth's panties pulled to one side and was slowly, systematically licking her.

"She was so good," said the older Elizabeth. "She could get me cumming in minutes."

"So I see," said the ghost.

Elizabeth watched herself grow steadily quickly more aroused until she was at Rachel's mercy. She began to moan and thrash under her roommate's talented tongue. Rachel squeezed Elizabeth's hips and held her down. The girl clawed the couch cushions as an orgasm began to make its way out from deep in her soaked cunt.

"Oh, you're so good at this," she moaned. "You're going to make me cum so fast."

Rachel looked up, her pretty smiling face wet with Elizabeth's juices.

"What are you doing?" gasped Elizabeth. "Don't stop!"

"I don't know," she grinned. "I should make you save it for Bill."

Elizabeth grabbed her girlfriend's head and pushed her down against her needy cunt. Rachel obliged her for a moment, licking her to the brink of climax. But then stopped at the edge. Elizabeth moaned in agony.

"Please, honey, I need to cum!"

But Rachel simply kept her on the edge, now using her finger, teasing her but not letting her cum. Elizabeth flailed on the couch, arcing her hips, trying to get off. But Rachel knew what she was doing. Elizabeth even tried to masturbate herself but Rachel calmly pushed her hands away.

Finally, after an endless time, just when Elizabeth thought she might die, there was a knock on the door. Rachel delicately moved Elizabeth's panties back over her soaking cunt, sat up and kissed Elizabeth passionately, letting her taste her own juices. Their tongues wrestled for a few second and Elizabeth moaned deeply -- the kiss pushing her closer to orgasm than she'd been all night. She reached up and grabbed one of Rachel's full breasts. But just as her cunt was at its tightest, just as her juices began flowing, Rachel broke the kiss, stood up, straightened out her skirt, pulled her shirt tight over her big hard nipples. Elizabeth wanted to throw her down and have at her but was too weak and too close to cumming to move. She simply lay back on the couch, shaking.

"Have fun," Rachel said and sashayed away into her bedroom, swinging her generous hips with each step.

The knock was repeated. Elizabeth finally managed to groan out, "Cum in!"

The door opened. A burly shape came in, slammed the door, brushed the snow off his thick coat, pulled it off and threw it over a chair. And when he finally turned to face her, he froze. And the older Elizabeth's heart leapt when she saw his face for the first time.

He was average looking. About 5-10 with short brown hair and green eyes. But it was never his looks that had gotten to Elizabeth. For the first time in a long time, she was remembering. And feeling something long forgotten.

"Hmmm. Not handsome," said the ghost. "Not rich by the look of him. What on Earth were you screwing this guy for?"

Elizabeth replied, "He was sweet. He was the nicest guy I was ever with. And the best . . . well, that was a long time ago."

"Yes, I know. Why don't we watch and see just what he was the best at."

Bill was still frozen in the entry, his hands holding a sloppily-wrapped gift. He was paralyzed by the sight that had greeted him -- that of his beautiful girlfriend lying on the couch in a deep heat, her pussy juices soaking through her tiny panties, her face flushed, her nipples hard as rocks, her breasts swelling over the top of the corset with each breath. Within moments, a substantial bulge began to grow in his crotch, the outline of a long thick cock becoming visible down his leg. Elizabeth spread her legs wide, cupped her pushed-up breasts and smiled at her lover.

"Well don't just stand there like a dope. Get over here!"

Bill put down the present and, with a grin, slowly made his way to her. He bent down to give her a little kiss. But Elizabeth was too far gone for niceties. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss. His body collapsed onto hers. Hers melted against his. She put her legs around him and pulled him close, lewdly grinding her cunt against the now rockhard cylinder distorting his pants like a third leg.

"You don't waste time," said the ghost.

"I was never so horny in my life," replied Elizabeth.

"Ever been that horny since?"

Elizabeth simply shook her head. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been remotely aggressive with a man. The only sex she'd had in ten years had been more from obligation than desire.

"Take me," said the younger Elizabeth into Bill's ear. "Just take me. I need it so bad. I've needed it all day."

Bill raised himself up off of her and Elizabeth aggressively attacked his pants. She fumbled desperately with his belt before getting if free. She struggled with his fly before losing her patience and simply ripping it and sending a button flying across the room. She yanked open the zipper, grabbed the waist and yanked both his pants and his boxers down to his knees. The ghost gasped as Bill's cock swung into view.

"Now I see why you liked him so much," she said.

Elizabeth nodded. Her memory had not done justice to the 9.5 inch long, two inch thick thickly veined monster now bobbing steadily in front of Bill. She couldn't believe she'd ever taken something like that on a regular basis. At the same time, she couldn't believe she'd ever let him out of her bed.

"It wasn't just that," she protested. "But it was certainly part of the equation."

Bill pressed against her, the fat length of his cock grinding against her cunt. Elizabeth moaned again and wriggled against the couch cushions. Her belly was on fire with need.

"Nail me!" shouted Elizabeth. "Let me have that thing inside me before I die!"

Bill raised himself again and Elizabeth pushed her wet panties to one side, exposing her wet engorged pussy. Bill then kissed her hard on the mouth as she wrapped her long legs around him and arched her hips, trying to force his huge cock into her engorged cunt. He backed away, his large head tracing down her belly, building the anticipation. He positioned himself above her like he was doing pushups, his long cock pointing straight at her body, the head now touching her pubic hair. She reached down and pushed the head over her wet lips, moaning as it traced over her clit.

And then, just when she thought she'd die of need, he pushed down. She cried out in pain and pleasure as the thick head parted her lips. She writhed beneath him as inch after inch plunged between her stretched vulva and into her tight cunt. Even after a year of having sex with him, her pussy was still overwhelmed by his size. Bill got six inches into her before touching her cervix. He pulled back, his cock emerging visibly coated with her abundant juices. And he kept screwing his big penis into her like a piledriver, getting a little further each time. Each millimeter of pussy that it claimed seemed to push Elizabeth a little further toward the orgasm she'd wanted all night. Finally, he was all the way in. And as he began to stroke his full length into her, Elizabeth moaned.

"I'm going to cum. You're going to make me cum!"

Bill's strokes slowly became deeper and harder as her pussy adapted to him. She clutched him tight, her body flushing red as she got closer.

"Is he hurting you?" asked the ghost.

The older Elizabeth shook her head. The nodded. "Yes and no. It hurt in a good way. But, no, he never really hurt me with that thing."

The younger Elizabeth screamed as she began cumming, her overstretched cunt squeezing all nine and a half inches of her skilled lover, her clit throbbing against his thick shaft. Bill didn't even pause -- he simply continued his rapid, relentless fucking as he screwed her through her orgasm and beyond.

"You were quite the little firecracker," said the ghost with a leer.

Elizabeth nodded. "I was cumming the whole time. When Bill would really get going, it would be just one long orgasm for me. He wasn't just hung like a horse. He knew how to use it."

"And it didn't hurt that Rachel had gotten you exquisitely prepared."

"No it didn't."

Elizabeth was mesmerized watching her younger self just lay on her back and take the pounding Bill was giving her. He would pull out seven or eight thick inches of cum-streaked cock from her soaked cunt, then plunge straight back in, her engorged lips stretching and blossoming obscenely wide to receive his girth. Each hefty thrust provoked another strangulated cry of passion. Now that she wasn't distracted by cumming, she could see his technique -- watch him changing the angle of his thrusts, stretching her out, touching every little place inside her as he built her up to climax. And then he would just plunge as hard and as deep as he could into her, hitting her g-spot over and over and over again like a bullseye and making her cum once again. It was one of the few times in her life when she'd been lost in the moment, no thought going through her head except the rapture of orgasm.

"Oh, fuck me fuck me fuck me," she cried. "I love your cock. I love you."

"How was a I able to walk after this?" she thought. She remembered that fucking Bill had always made her a little sore -- but in a really good way.

It had been a long time since any man had made her sore. It had been a long time since she had abandoned herself to pleasure so unreservedly. When was the last time sex hadn't seemed like a chore? She couldn't remember. She couldn't imagine herself these days being so desperate to be filled that she would have a man atop her with only his pants pulled down while she was still in her underwear. The site of an almost fully dressed man fucking her like a wild animal stirred things she hadn't felt in years.

As Elizabeth watched, thick white fluid began to leak from her tightly stretched vulva, coating Bill's massive shaft, dripping down into the wet spot on the couch. Elizabeth's excitement level shot up as she realized what was happening.

"Oh, I forgot about that," she whispered to the ghost. "When he would really get me going, I would start leaking like that. I must be on the brink of passing out."

"When was the last time you leaked like that?" asked the ghost.

"The day before . . . the day before I dumped him," said Elizabeth.

"You're so fucking tight," grunted Bill. "You're going to make me cum so fast."

"Then cum," the younger Elizabeth gasped. She knew he was good for two or three fucks a night. Later, they would take it long and leisurely. Later she would ride him like a demented cowgirl. For now, she wanted to feel him swell and spurt deep inside her, to fill her cunt with one of his typical deluges. She could feel his big balls slapping against her ass and wanted their abundant contents inside her.

In response, Bill began to really give it to her, pounding her tight body mercilessly. Elizabeth gasped and moaned and squealed as she came and came and came, writhing on the couch like a mad woman. A minute passed, two, five and still they rutted like crazed animals, Bill's massive penis plunging again and again into Elizabeth's soaked and dripping cunt. They were covered in sweat, the couch beneath them damp with her juices. And still Bill fucked her like a prize bull, his hefty balls pressing hard against her ass with each deep stroke.

"I wish I could see Rachel," said Elizabeth. "She told me that listening to us when we were like this made her so horny."

The room shifted. They passed easily through the wall into the adjoining bedroom. Elizabeth's jaw dropped. She had seen Rachel masturbate, but not like this. The girl was lying back on her bed. She was still fully clothed but her shirt and bra were pulled up to reveal her firm D-cup breasts, which she was using one hand to roughly fondle. Her skirt was pulled own and the other hand was inside her plain white cotton panties, working her clit feverishly. Even as they watched, she arched her back and came hard, her mouth open in a silent cry. And after only a moment, she lay back and resume her self-gratification.

"You two gave her so many orgasms," said the ghost cryptically.

Elizabeth could have watched forever, but they were cut off by Bill's cry of "I'm cumming!" in the next room. The ghost nodded and once more Elizabeth was watching herself at the peak of the best fuck of her life, the one time she'd been thinking of nothing but the fuck.

Bill bellowed as he arched his back and plunged to the deepest part of Elizabeth's cunt, his cock throbbing hard against her cervix as his big balls emptied and his cock swelled with cum. To the older Elizabeth's surprise, her silk-encased legs wrapped around Bill's ass and pulled him close as he shuddered with release.

"What am I doing?!" gasped Elizabeth. "He always cums so much and I'm not on the pill. He'll get me pregnant!"

"Maybe that's what you wanted," said the ghost. "Or maybe, just once, you were so lost in the fuck you didn't care."

Elizabeth's response was cut off by her own cries.

"Oh Bill! You're cumming so much in me! Fill me up!"

Elizabeth turned to see herself clutching Bill close with all four limbs. He was moving his hips again, making his last hard thrusts into her, his pumping balls slapping against her ass. She knew he was cumming like a racehose inside her. And that her younger self was seeing stars from the incredible climax it gave her - an orgasm that would keep from her from being able to think straight until morning. The vision swam as she felt a faint echo of it from fifteen years ago. ]

As she watched, a thick rivulet of cum emerged from her engorged cunt and ran down onto the couch. Bill was now making slow gentle thrusts, churning his cum with his long thick pole, causing more to squish out. It ran down her thighs to join the pool of fluid under her ass.

"He was such a fountain," said Elizabeth. "I only let him cum inside me a few times. It would leak out all night. My panties would be soaked with his cum."

They were slowly coming back to Earth, absently kissing and caressing each other as the explosive climax faded. As they found their voices and began to whisper sweet nothings to each other, the scene faded. Elizabeth felt sad -- she missed Bill sometimes.

"So how long was it?" asked the ghost. "Until you dumped him?"

Elizabeth whirled on her. She had been so lost in the past, she'd forgotten.

"About eight months. I met someone else."

"Someone nice? Someone good in bed? Someone even better hung?"

"No. Brian. You know about him. I don't need to tell you."

"Yes, I know. A lawyer. A jerk. A cold fish. A disaster in bed. Perhaps I'll be visiting him one of the Christmases -- although I'm booked for the next few years."

"Yes. That's a fairly accurate description. But you don't have to be so . . . judgmental."

"I'm not the one who married him."

"It didn't last long," replied Elizabeth heatedly.

"But the thing I don't understand," said the ghost. "is why you left Bill? He was nice. He loved you. He was the best lay you ever had. What could persuade you to dump for that shit Brian?"

"I wanted more out of life," answered Elizabeth defensively. "Bill was sweet. And smart. And as you just saw, he was a great fuck -- the best of my life. But . . . he had no ambition. He just wanted to be a school-teacher. Oh, and write his stupid novels."

The ghost shook her head. "My successor will show you what became of his ambitions."

"I needed someone of means. Someone who . . . "

"Had money?" prompted the ghost.

"If you like."

"Not really. But you didn't need someone else's money to have a successful life."

"Didn't I?"

"You're a smart, hard-working woman. You have a successful business in an ultra-competitive field dominated by men. You would have been successful if you'd married a homeless guy."

Elizabeth didn't answer but turned her back to the ghost. Another scene was slowly appearing around her. It was still her old apartment. But she realized that most of her things were gone. Only Rachel was left. Her former roommate was on the couch, reading a book. She seemed dim, as though all the light had gone out of her. It seemed like the light in her eyes had been extinguished. Elizabeth wondered what could make Rachel so sad. And then memory came flooding back -- and guilt with it.

"What is this?" Elizabeth asked although she knew perfectly well what it was.

"The next Christmas," replied the ghost indicating a forlorn tiny Christmas tree in the corner.

"But I wasn't here," said Elizabeth.

"No you weren't. But I thought you'd like to see the consequences of your actions."

There was a knock on the door. Rachel put down the book, stood up and glanced into a mirror. She smoothed her tight dress over her emphatic figure before going to the door and letting Bill in.

"What are they.." began Elizabeth.

"Just watch," replied the ghost.

"I just came over," Bill said, "to pick up the last of my stuff. I know it's been a few months, but . . . well, I guess I didn't want to accept it. You know?"

"I understand," said Rachel. She gestured at a box near the door. Bill bent to pick it up and made to leave.

"You want something to drink or something?" asked Rachel. "Or just hang out? You don't have to run off right away, you know."

Bill shrugged, put down the box and took off his coat. Rachel got him a beer and they sat on the couch together. They began to idly chat about the weather.

"Are they together or something?" said Elizabeth.

"Not yet," replied the ghost. "They are just lonely. Lonely since you broke up with Bill and left Rachel. Lonely since you pitched them both over for a man with money."

"Rachel was . . ."

"In love with you. In her way. She wasn't a lesbian but she loved you deeply. And when she tried to talk you out of Brian, it was because she loved you. And you stomped out that door and that was that."

Elizabeth glared at the ghost for a moment then looked over the two young people as they sat on the couch and continued to talk. And with a start she realized something.

Rachel was wearing her "get lucky" outfit, the clothes she knew were guaranteed to seduce. A short brown clingy dress emphasized her curves, hugging her full ass, her narrow waist and her formidable bust. It showed off every inch of her voluptuous body while bring out her brown eyes and black hair. And underneath it was a tiny bikini and a bra that, as if they needed the help, made her 36D tits look even bigger and fuller. Elizabeth had never known her roommate to wear the dress and not end up riding her target into the sunset. Hell, Rachel had used it to seduce her the first time.

"That slut!" she cried. "She's going after my man!"

"I'm sorry," replied the ghost. "I didn't catch what he was."

"I don't want to watch this. Why are you making me?"

"Just watch," replied the ghost. "Maybe you'll learn something."

"I just miss her," Bill was saying. "So much. I know it's stupid. She dumped me. She broke my heart for that . . . How can I still want someone who would turn me out of her life like I was nothing?"

Rachel smiled at him. "You've just got a big heart. Big heart means big hurt. Trust me, I know."

He smiled. "She did say that about you. Said we were a lot alike."

"More than you know," said Rachel mysteriously.

Bill didn't ask the obvious question, instead going back to his hurt. "I just wish it would go away. She won't even talk to me. Maybe if we talked . . "

"I know you're hurt," she said, putting her hand on his arm. "But you can't keep clinging to hope like that. It's been a couple of months now. You have to move on. Trust me. She's made her choice."

"I know," he said. "it's just. It's hard, you know, especially it being Christmas and all."

Rachel nodded and leaned against him, putting her head on his shoulder, the dress parting just enough to reveal her tantalizing bust and white pushup bra. After a few moments, Elizabeth noticed Bill shift -- the way he always did when he was getting hard.

"It's been hard on me, too," said Rachel after a long hesitation.

"What?"

"Well, she won't talk to me either, now," she said reluctantly. Now it was her turn to open her heart.

Bill was too surprised to answer immediately. "Why not? I thought you guys were best friends?"

"I tried to tell her she was making a mistake. And she just walked out on me. It hurts. You see . . . we were . . . we were very close."

"I know. So I don't see why she would-"

Rachel looked up at him with big green eyes.

"You don't understand," she said. "We were . . . really close."

Bill suddenly realized. "Oh!" And he shifted again on the couch.

Rachel nodded. "I mean, we weren't like . . . it was just from time to time, you know."

Elizabeth was fascinated watching Bill. He was rapidly hardening -- she could see the distortion of his pants. But he was embarrassed by it and ashamed of it. You don't know, she thought. She wants you to be turned on.

Rachel's eyes began to leak tears. And the truth struck Elizabeth like a thunderbolt. Rachel wasn't playing Bill. She wasn't consciously trying to seduce him. These weren't stage tears -- they were real. She was genuinely hurt and turning to the only person who could understand. And, for her, part of turning to him was wearing her killer dress, was snuggling up to him, was, in effect, seducing him. She needed to be comforted. And she needed to be comforted with sex. And she needed it from someone who wasn't just going to give her a cheap fuck -- but someone who was sweet and compassionate and cared for her. Someone she'd hung out with and gotten drunk with and flirted with for two years.

"But now," she said through her tears, "she doesn't want to have anything more to do with me. We just used to . . . it wasn't anything . . . but now because He might object . . . and because I said she was making a mistake . . ."

She put her head into his chest and began crying. Bill, fighting his attraction, put his arms around her and held her for a while, just letting her soak his shirt with tears. Any other man might have tried to kiss her -- and Bill wanted to. But he was fighting his conscience.

"I never understood," said Elizabeth. "I just thought she was . . ."

"A slut?" prompted the ghost.

"Well, not a slut, but . . . I didn't get it. I lived with her for four years and I never got it. She liked those guys she slept with. And those girls. And me."

"Well of course she did," said the ghost. "You thought it was just cheap thrills?"

"Well . . . I guess."

"She just had . . . has . . . a big heart," said the ghost. "She likes people. And she didn't see anything wrong, if you liked someone, with having sex with them. She wasn't like you. Didn't see sex as a cheap thrill or a weapon or-"

"Stop it!" said Elizabeth. "I want to leave."

"Not until you see," said the ghost. "Not until you know."

Rachel tilted her pretty face up to Bill. He gazed into her eyes and fought the temptation to kiss her. But she raised herself up until their lips touched. And the tension finally broke. Their kiss became intense and passionate immediately. Bill pulled her close as their tongues wrestled. Finally, after an endless time, they broke.

"I shouldn't do this," said Bill. "I shouldn't take advantage-"

"I want this," said Rachel. "I want you. You're the only one who can understand. Who can make me feel better. Make me feel better, Bill. Make me forget."

Their kissing resumed. Bill pulled her closer and she eagerly pressed her soft body against him. His hands rested on her hips as they made out. But after a while, Rachel aggressively grabbed his hand and pulled it up to her heavy right breast. Bill instinctively began to squeeze and fondle the firm mounds, making Rachel wriggle against the couch. Elizabeth remembered how much she'd loved and envied her roommate's breasts. They were soft but firm. And Rachel loved having them touched. She'd confessed to Elizabeth that sometimes just feeling them jiggle insider her bra was enough to get her aroused. And Elizabeth had made her cum just from fondling them.

"I always thought you were beautiful," said Bill. "I never . . . you know . . . but I always thought you were so sexy."

Rachel put her hand on his chest and giggled. "I sometimes used to fantasize that you would stumble into the wrong room and have your way with me by mistake."

Rachel's hands began to explore Bill's body, starting at his chest and working their way down. But when her fingers gently brush against his cock, now tenting his pants obscenely, Bill jumped up from the couch as though bitten.

"No," he said. "This is wrong. We can't do this."

Rachel stood up and Bill backed away until he hit against the round breakfast table. She pressed herself against him and the feel of her curvy body pressing against him eroded his resolve.

"Why not? She's gone. There's only us. She's happy. Can't we be happy? Just for a little while?"

No man could resist her pretty uptilted face and big eyes; no mortal could leave her alone and needy. Slowly, their lips touched and their kissing resumed. The press of her abundant bust against him seemed to break Bill's last restraint. He grabbed her body and kissed her fiercely, his aggression turning Rachel on even more. Her eyes went wide as he ground his formidable cock against her while his hands attacked her 36D through her tight dress.

Elizabeth watched in shock as her ex-roommate responded to his attack and began to stroke her ex-boyfriend's massive cock through his pants. She cooed as she traced the length of it.

"Elizabeth always told me you were endowed," she said with a grin. "I always wanted to see it." Some more kisses. "And when I'd listen to you fucking her." She gripped his cock tightly, eliciting a groan. "I'd masturbate myself silly, imaging you were in me. Which -- in a way -- you were."

Bill's hands moved under the short hem of her dress and began to trace their way up her soft thighs. Her breathing got deeper and deeper as he closed in on her excited cunt.

"I've never had a big cock before," she breathed. "But I've always wondered what, oh!"

She gasped as his big fingers touched her damp panties. Bill began to slowly expertly stroke her, his fingers moving over her tender labia, slowly closing in on her excited clit. Rachel clutched him as her excitement level rose. Elizabeth remembered how much Rachel loved this -- that being fingered through her panties was incredibly arousing to the young woman -- more than being fingered naked. When the remaining hand claimed her breast, Rachel was lost. She was going to have her first climax in Bill's arms.

She sat up on the table and spread her legs wider, the dress pulling upward so that her damp white panties were visible. Bill's hand left her breast just long enough to yank down the strap of her dress, exposing one firm uptilted globe wrapped tightly in black lacy spandex. The aggressiveness got Rachel moaning. She gripped his long dick through his pants and began to stroke it up and down wildly.

"You're going to make me cum!" she said over and over again as he forcefully rubbed her vulva and clit with increasing ardor. Her fingers tightened on his arms and her grip on his throbbing cock slipped as she came, her panty-covered clit throbbing against his expert index finger. Ted pulled the other strap of her dress over her shoulder, exposing the second large black cup. He bent down and kissed her breasts as she came, driving her mad with pleasure. She reached up and yanked the bra down, causing the firm globes to spill forward into Ted's waiting hand and lips. He bit one of her nipples and she screamed with pleasure.

Elizabeth and the ghost were entranced by the sight of Rachel sitting on the edge of the table, going wild as Ted aggressively assaulted her body. Neither said a word. There was nothing to say. Finally, she pushed him away, gasping for breath.

"No more," she cried. "You're killing me!"

But there was only a moment's paused before she grabbed him and pulled him close, wrapping her legs around his waist, bringing the giant bulge in his pants against her wet cunt. She ground her pussy against him as they kissed passionately, drawing out the aftershocks of her climax.

"Oh, I want you inside me," moaned Rachel into his ear. She pushed him back just enough to unbutton his pants. "I'm on fire."

Bill groaned as she reached into his pants. And Rachel's eyes widened at what she felt in there. But she said not a word as her hand stroked him. She kissed him some more, their mouths working against each other savagely. Eventually, she worked his pants down, exposing more and more of his glorious prick.

She broke long enough to whisper into his ear, "You are fucking huge!". With a grin, she pushed him back, knelt down before him and experimentally stroked her hand a few times up and down his nine and a half inch erection. Her fingers couldn't quite close around its considerable girth.

"I always thought Liz was exaggerating, but that thing is a monster!"

Bill hesitated a moment. Elizabeth remembered that he'd had women refuse sex with him because of his size. But he knew he had nothing to fear where Rachel was concerned. She'd wanted his big cock inside her since Elizabeth had giddily described it to her. And she was horny as hell. Elizabeth wondered that Rachel hadn't simply mounted him right then and there.

Rachel kissed the swollen head and slipped it slightly between her lips. Elizabeth remembered that Rachel loved sucking cock and was supposed to be quite good at it -- at least Elizabeth had heard men bellowing with pleasure as they filled her eager mouth with cum. She might have met her match with Bill, though.

But if she was intimidated, she didn't show it. She was utterly confident, crouching in her tight brown dress with the front pulled down just enough to expose her big breasts. Her gaze never left his eyes as she easily slid nearly two-third of him between her lips.

Bill could barely stay on his feet as Rachel began to happily bob her head up and down on him. She was unbelievable -- aggressive, skilled and enthusiastic. No woman had ever gone down on him so unreservedly.

"Did you ever go down on him like that?" asked the ghost.

Elizabeth shook her head. "No. He was too big."

"He wasn't, you know," said the ghost. "You could have done it."

Elizabeth watched as Bill responded. It was getting difficult for him to remain standing as Rachel expertly sucked his cock, lashing the head with her tongue even as she inhaled as much as she could. Her hand were busy stroking his long shaft, caressing his fat balls. After a few minutes, precum began leak out of his head. Rachel greedily swallowed it and doubled her efforts.

In no time, Bill was grunting as his massive balls filled with cum. It had been a long time since he'd even masturbated and he was ready to flood the busty girl's mouth. But Rachel sensed his approach. She brought her head off of him and grinned upward.

"No. I need you inside me."

Bill raised her up and pushed her roughly back onto the table. He pressed into her, his massive head against her panty-covered cunt. Rachel moaned and peeled her dress down. She unhooked her bra and let it fall, now gloriously nude from the waist up. Elizabeth, for the first time in years, envied her ex-friend's proud, firm bustline.

"You're so huge," she moaned. "I've never had anyone nearly as big as you."

"Then I'll have to get you ready," said Bill with a grin. He began kissing his way down her body, starting at her pretty face and working his way down until he was kissing and sucking on her big breasts. Rachel gasped and writhed on the table as he kissed and bit her sensitive nipples. Her hips began to twitch in anticipation as he moved downward, spending a good deal of time kissing her soft slight belly.

Finally, he pulled up her dress and began licking the insides of her full womanly thighs, slowly working his way up to her steaming cunt. Using one hand to balance herself, Rachel put the other on his head, now moaning and sighing even though he hadn't touched her pussy.

"Was he always this good at foreplay?" asked the ghost.

Elizabeth nodded. "He could get me cumming in minutes. No one's ever been that good. Not even Rachel."

The ghost shrugged. "And it was worth giving up that for . . . what exactly?

Elizabeth stared silently at the scene, now feeling more aroused than she had . . . than she had since the last time she'd been with Bill -- when he'd eaten her pussy in the backseat of a car right before she went on a date with Brian. The last time any man made her cum so hard she saw stars.

Bill finally pushed Rachel's panties aside and attacked her cunt in earnest. Rachel gasped and moaned and shook. The buildup has brought her right to the brink and it wasn't going to take her long. She couldn't even speak as he expertly licked her vulva and sucked on her clit and pressed his tongue deep into her wet cunt. She was ready for him now. She needed him inside her now. But she couldn't speak, she was so close to cumming. Her hips jerked of their own accord, her legs twitched, the soles of her feet tingled. And still Bill went down on her, driving her mad, pushing her closer and closer to climax.

And then it finally broke and her cunt was one fire, her thighs were squeezing his head and she was crying out incoherently. She pushed his head against her as her climax went on and on and on.

Finally, she pushed him away and gasped, "No more! I'm going to die!"

Bill stood still for a moment, watching her recover -- his face soaked in her juices, his cock sticking out like a flagpole. After a little while, Rachel shuddered and pulled him up until he was against her. She kissed him hard, tasting herself on him.

"Please, I want you inside me. While I'm still conscious."

Bill helped her up off the table and pulled her panties down to her ankles. They were frenzied as he turned her, bent her over the table and pulled her dress up, leaving it bunched at her waist, exposing her generous perfectly rounded ass. Rachel gripped the table and spread her legs wide as she prepared for the fucking of her life. Her pussy was visibly wet, the lips swollen in anticipation. Elizabeth, despite her feelings, was mesmerized. She'd heard Rachel get fucked before - quite loudly. But she had never seen it -- seen the way Rachel could completely give herself to someone. She was far enough away from the events that the thought of her well-hung ex-boyfriend fucking the daylights out of her willing roommate with the hourglass figure was more arousing than hurtful.

Bill normally took it easy with his huge cock, especially on his first time with a woman. But his heart was broken. And his need was dire. He needed to be inside this woman; he needed to take her hard. And Rachel need to be taken hard. When he pushed his cock against her wet lips, she moaned with arousal and desire.

"Don't be gentle," she said. "Give it to me. Hurt me. Nail me."

Bill quickly obliged her, pushing his thick cock between her lips and driving it as deep as he could. Rachel's eyes went wide, her mouth opened. Her fingers tightened on the edge of the table as her tight pussy was spread wider and deeper than she thought possible. She instinctively tried to pull away but Bill's grip on her broad hips was too tight and she was forced to take the entire thing until his balls were resting against her clit.

"Oh MY, that's fucking huge!" she gasped. She'd never been stretched like this before and it hurt. But at the same it, it was amazingly intense. He was deeper in her and stretching her wider than any man she'd ever been with -- and she'd been with quite a few. It felt like his head was in her belly. But she could feel her body responding to him, despite the pain, savoring every fat inch.

Bill stood still for a while, letting her pussy adapt to him. It took superhuman willpower as he was desperate to fuck this woman within an inch of her life. When Rachel began to roll her hips, causing his cock to saw in and out of her just a bit, he took the initiative, slowing sliding almost his entire length out before sliding it back into the depths of her.

"Oh yes," moaned Rachel. "That's wonderful."

Rachel's pain was quickly giving way to pleasure as her pussy adapted to him. Her curvy body was built for sex, built for big cock. By the time he'd stroked into her a dozen times, her gasps were becoming moans. Her cunt began to grip him tightly, her hips began to move in rhythm with him. The feeling of being full, of being stuffed beyond her wildest dreams, was glorious. She wanted to do this all night, she wanted to do this every night.

"It feels so good," she finally said. "I love it."

Bill took this as his cue to begin to really give it to her. His strokes became harder and deeper and Rachel gripped the table as her excitement rose. After a few minutes, his cock began to be coated with the cream of her excitement.

"Yes," said Rachel. "Make me bigger inside. Make me take all of you."

Bill's thighs began to make smacking sounds as he pounded Rachel. He was now in full swing, sliding seven or eight inches out of the girl's tight cunt before sliding back in until his balls hit her clit. Few women had taken him so easily and so unreservedly. He was now taking full advantage of her abandon, harshly stimulating every square millimeter of her pussy, enjoying the feeling of being completely balls deep in her. His grip on her beautiful round ass tightened as his excitement built.

Then Rachel's cunt grew hotter, wetter and even tighter. Her muscles squeezed him, arching his cock up against her cervix. She stifled a scream as the most intense orgasm of her life -- so far -- rocketed through her body.

"Oh, I'm cumming again," she moaned. "You're making me cum again. I'm cumming so hard. Where have you been all my life?"

Bill began to feel his climax stirring in his balls once more. He was usually a man of incredible stamina. But the weeks of neglect, the intensity of the passion and the incredible blowjob Rachel had given him had put him on the edge. And the sight of her full ass moving back and forth, the petals of her labia blossoming wide to accept him, the relentless hot squeezing of her inner walls was driving him mad. Not that Rachel could have taken much more, anyway. Already, she was growing incoherent as she went straight from one orgasm right into another of equal intensity.

Elizabeth was transfixed by the sight. It was difficult enough to believe that any woman could take Bill's cock. It boggled the mind to watch a young woman get it brutally plowed into her over and over again. And she was loving it, clawing at the table, arching her back, her hips bucking and thrashing as she came and came. Rachel had completely let go, completely given herself to Bill, completely lost herself in the fuck. The ghost leaned and in and told Elizabeth something that sent chills down her spine.

"You never heard from them again. You never tried. But do you know what happened? What's about to happen?"

Elizabeth shook her head.

"He's going to knock her up."

"But she's on the pill," she gasped.

"It didn't work."

Elizabeth's gaze went to Bill's massive balls, which were overflowing with a week's worth of buildup. She considered Rachel's broad hips and full pelvis -- they looked as fertile as she now knew they were. She gazed into the ecstatic pretty face of her ex-girlfriend as Rachel moved closer and closer to being impregnated. She felt a little guilt that her behavior was responsible for this. But she would deal with that later. For now, all she could feel was an incredible arousal as she watched Bill's thrusts get harder and deeper as he prepared to breed his voluptuous lover. She wondered if either of them knew what was about to happen and what they would have felt about it.

"They married," said the ghost.

Elizabeth felt warm. "You mean, it was destiny?"

"Well, yes and no. He could have been with you. Had you not left him . . . you'd still be married to him, with a few kids. And getting filled regularly. And still a wild success in business. Your chance at happiness fell to Rachel. And she grabbed it with both hands -- or should I say both legs?"

"Are they still together?"

The ghost grinned. "Perhaps my successor will inform you of that."

They were interrupted by Bill's strangled cry of, "Cumming! Cumming!", followed by Rachel's loud and incorrect answer, "I'm safe! Cum inside me! Fill me up!"

Bill's strokes became brutal as his heavy balls emptied into his cock. As it swelled with cum, his hips smacked loudly into Rachel's ample bottom, sending ripples through her flesh, making her big breasts jiggle even as she arched her back in another orgasm, putting her firm D-cups on perfect display. Elizabeth wished she were really there, so she could lick her friend's big hard nipples, kiss her face as she came.

Bill grunted and shoved his dick deep as the first thick spurt erupted into Rachel's unwittingly fertile cunt. And he kept his massive penis all the way inside her as he sent thicker and heavier bursts against her cervix, thoroughly inseminating her with a week's worth of buildup. Rachel kept cumming wildly as she felt him spurt deep inside her. Her pussy squeezed and milked his cock, targeting the spurting head at her cervix, propelling the river of semen up into her womb. She saw stars and her grip on consciousness wavered. It was as though her body knew it was fertile and was determined to mark the occasion with the best orgasm of her life.

They must have stayed at that peak for a full minute before Bill collapsed on top of Rachel and kissed her neck and the side of her face. She looked happy and content -- her sunny disposition restored for at least a moment.

"Oh, I needed that," he gasped as their sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

"You did?" giggled Rachel. "I've needed that since I first heard you giving it to her two years ago."

Bill withdrew his shrinking cock from her and she stood. Big thick globs of cum emerged from her battered thoroughly fertilized cunt and ran down her legs. Bill pulled her into his arms and they embraced for a while. Elizabeth could sense the intense affection between them, one destined to ripen into love.

"Stay the night," she said as the room began to fade.

"No," cried Elizabeth. "Let me-"

"I'm sorry," said the ghost. "I'm afraid our time is up. Why don't you think about what we've discussed for our next session."

The room went black. The last sound she heard was Bill's answer, "I'm not going anywhere."

---

Elizabeth woke with a start. Relief flooded her. It had all been a dream. It had been good - parts of it at least. Her panties were moist and felt tight against her pussy. It had been a long time since she'd woken to that feeling. But she was glad it was over. That she didn't have to relive the past anymore. Especially her disastrous marriage to Brian.

She laughed to herself. To think that Bill and Rachel would have hooked up.

She sat up, found the glass of water beside her bed and took a long drink. She hadn't thought of Bill in years. And dreaming about him made her feel very strange. Unidentifiable feelings were welling up from within. She put the glass down and flicked on the light.

"Hello," said a voice. Elizabeth screamed. Sitting in a chair across the room was a beautiful and naked middle-aged woman.

"Sorry to scare you. I thought you'd been warned I was coming. I'm the ghost of penis present."

To be Continued...