Ghost Story

by J G Jerome

  I’m shocked to see a clean patch of skin on her face! “Rebecca…,” I say tentatively. “...let me see your hands.” She looks down at them to see that her hands are clean from the dishwater.

  I ask her, “Does your gown come off?”

  “I don’t know, Will…” Suddenly she looks down, loosens the knot of her nightdress, and shrugs it off her bony shoulders to pool at her feet. She gasps as she looks up at me. She instinctively covers herself, but stops and slowly lowers her hands to rest on her thighs.

  “I’m whole, Will.”

  I nod slowly. “Would you like to get clean, baby?”

  She responds shyly, “Yes. Please, sir.”

  I reach for her hand, and she clasps mine. I lead her into the bathroom and get her a clean washcloth and a couple of towels. I reach and start the shower. I let it run for a minute while I explain the control. “Cranking it counter-clockwise makes the water hotter. Clockwise makes it cooler. Clockwise until it points straight down and shuts it off. Call me if you need anything, sweetie.”

  Rebecca bites her lip. “Will?” I look at her inquiringly. She ask, “Will you wash me? Please?”

  I gaze into her eyes, “My hands will be everywhere on your body. Sudsing. Scrubbing. Rinsing. It will be very intimate, Rebecca.”

  She looks at me with desire in her eyes. “Exactly, Will. That’s what I want. Your hands on my body, touching me. Claiming me. Please?”

  I keep my eyes locked on hers as I remove my shirt, T-shirt, jeans, and boxers. I pull her to me and kiss her. I caress her emaciated, naked flesh, and she shivers as she opens her mouth to me.

  I open the door, check the temperature, and step in. Rebecca grabs the washcloth and joins me. I close the door and turn her into the spray. She gasps in surprise, then she moans at the pleasure of the warm water sluicing down her skin.

  I guide her under the showerhead. “Get right under it, baby. Get your hair wet.” I put about double the amount of shampoo I normally use into my hand. Her hair is kind of sparse, but long enough to reach down to her narrow waist. I suspect her hair was falling out as she died due to the lack of nutrition. If she really is coming alive, we may be able to make her hair healthier with good nutrition.

  I think to myself, ‘Wait a minute, William. How is it possible for her to transform from a spirit into a solid person? That is the true mystery.’ I pull her back to get her head out of the spray and start massaging the shampoo into her scalp and the locks of her hair. Rebecca hums in pleasure.

  I tell her, “Keep your eyes closed, baby. This shampoo will sting if it gets in your eyes.” Her hair is so filthy that the shampoo barely raises any suds. Those that do appear are dirty grey. “Okay, back under the water, honey.”

  Rebecca leans forward, and I can see all the bones and sinewy muscles in her shoulders, back, and hips in high-definition. I am seething with anger at what was done to her. She turns around and looks at me.

  “You’re angry,” she states.

  “Yes. I could kill whomever did this to you.” She is surprised by my reaction. “How did you know I was angry?”

  She says simply, “I have a connection to you. I’d prefer to talk about that later. Is that okay, Will?” she asks.

  “Of course, sweetie.” I kiss her lips gently. “Turn around. You need another round with the shampoo.” She smiles at me and turns around. I lather her up again. This time there are actual suds and no visible dirty streaks. Her groans of pleasure are deeper as I massage her scalp. I have her do a rinse again.

  Then I grab my bar of soap and wet it. I start by lifting her hair and scrubbing her neck first with soap, then her washcloth. I scrub her ears and up into her hairline. I soap up her arms, chest, stomach and legs. I try not to spend too much time on her small breasts. They look like they used to be bigger. I have Rebecca rinse her front while I suds her back, bum, and the back of her legs. Then I turn her around and soap the front again before scrubbing her well with her wash rag. As I get to the bottom of her abs she spreads her legs. I look up at her and she nods gently. I finish scrubbing her legs. Then I scrub her back again. I hand her the washcloth and grab the soap before I kneel down in front of her.

  I soap up her bush until it’s filled with lather. I’m surprised that it doesn’t show a similar thinning to that of her scalp. Then I set the soap down and gently run my fingers through all the crevices of her vulva, scrub her taint, and scrub the little rosebud that isn’t hidden at all by her skinny little butt. Rebecca’s breathing gets faster. I take the wash cloth from her and gently scrub all those intimate spots again. Willy comes out to inspect my work. Finally, I wring the soap out of the wash rag and use it to rinse her in those same intimate spots.

  I hand her the washcloth and put the soap back onto the ledge as she rinses everything one more time. I stand behind her. Laying Willy at the top of the shallow crevice of her buttocks, I wrap my arms around her. I kiss her cheek and murmur, “Do you feel better now, baby?”

  She nods as the water cascades over us. She asks, “Why do you call me ‘baby,’ Will?”

  I nuzzle her ear before I answer. “It’s meant to be a term of endearment, Rebecca. Despite being over one hundred years old, you look like a girl or a young woman, you have the innocence of a girl, and I have this overwhelming desire to protect you. ‘Baby’ seemed appropriate. I will stop if it bothers you.”

  “Please don’t stop,” she replies immediately and squeezes my arms to her. We stand in the warm spray quietly for a moment before she speaks again. “My father came into my bedroom one night. He grabbed my breast while his other hand was sliding up my leg. I screamed for help. My mother came in and picked up the little chair that had my old doll sitting on it and hit my father repeatedly over the head with it. My father back-handed my mother, called me a slattern, and said I had bewitched him. Then he grabbed me by the roots of my hair, and dragged me outside and down into the cellar. He took me to the darkest corner, tied my hands together, and tied them to the post.”

  She turns to face me. “My own father tried to rape me, and then he killed me for it. He tied my mother up that night, too. He came down to release her after three days because he couldn’t abide cooking and cleaning for himself any longer. My mother came down and snuck me food every day for about two weeks. She cleaned me up and gave me a bucket so I wouldn’t soil myself. My father caught her and beat her within an inch of her life. I never saw another living soul while I was alive. I never learned what happened to my mother. I hope she got help from Aunt Judith.” She leans her head against my chest and strokes my sagging cock absently.

  She looks up again, “Will, you are a better protector and provider to me than my own father. The things he wanted to do to me - I want you to do to me. You are not my father. You’re more like a husband in my eyes. My mother would approve of you.”

  I kiss her gently, and she pulls me tighter as we lose ourselves in each other’s mouth.

  I feel the water starting to get cooler as we break the kiss, so I lean around her and turn it off. Rebecca turns it back on and off a couple of times before nodding to herself. Then she turns back to me.

  I grab a towel and have her lean over. I wrap a towel tightly around her hair before I have her stand back up. I grab another and dry her. Then I grab my towel and dry myself.

  I grab my brush and lead her to sit on the edge of the bed. I sit behind her and squeeze the towel around her hair. Eventually I think I’ve got it as dry as I can with this method, so I remove the towel. Then I start brushing out the bottom four inches of hair. Once I don’t hit any tangles, I move up a couple of inches and repeat. Eventually I’m running the brush from her scalp to the ends of her long dark hair. Finally, I pull her hair into a long tail, part it, and rapidly braid it.

  Rebecca giggles, “Where did you learn that?”

  “I used to braid my sister Allison’s hair when we were kids. Then when I met Audrey, she had hair nearly as long as yours, so I would braid it before we would play games. She�
��s got a cute little bob cut now.”

  Rebecca stands and walks to look at herself in the mirrored doors of the closet. She turns back and forth taking in her emaciated flesh. She says, “I was never very heavy, but this is ridiculous. I thought when I was done, I would have a healthy amount of meat on my bones. I think I came back in the state that I died. I lost count of how long I survived after mother stopped feeding me, but I was famished. I think I would be sick right now if you hadn’t been forcing me to eat.”

  I join her and hug her from behind. “It’s a miracle that I’m holding you in my arms, baby. If we can make this happen, making your body stronger and healthier should be minor work.”

  She looks at me in the mirror. She looks like she‘s struggling with telling me more. Finally she just relaxes in my arms. I hold her and rock her.

  Eventually, Rebecca takes my hand and places it over her pussy. “William, this belongs to you. All of me belongs to you. Please claim me.”

  “Don’t you think we should wait until your stronger, baby?”

  She shakes her head once in each direction before saying, “No. Make love to me, Will. Please don’t make me beg. I know I’m not beautiful now, but please make me feel like I am.”

  I scoop her up into a bridal carry. “Rebecca, you are two steps away from your body dying again, but you are still beautiful. You will look more so when we get you healthy. More food and more water, baby.”

  Her eyes are shining brightly into mine. “Yes, Master.” There’s a weight to the way she says it, but there is joy on her face. I don’t get a vibe that she’s a submissive, but the title is a little perplexing. I accept it as a term of endearment and carry her to bed.

  I lay her down on the mattress and lie down beside her. She looks at me as I lean over her to look in her eyes, sliding my right leg between hers. Rebecca wraps her slender arms around my neck, and we kiss. We start slowly, with lots of nibbling on each other’s lips and quick teasing licks, but before too long I’m chasing Rebecca’s tongue and she’s trying to devour my face. Soon, she is humping my thigh as I gently caress her left breast and tease the nipple to attention. Despite her breasts seeming only partially full, her dark brown areola tents to look like a puffy, conical tent with the bead of her small hard nipple on top. Beautiful!

  I kiss Rebecca again as I continue to gently stimulate her breast. She moans in my mouth and grinds her pelvis against my leg. I start kissing down her jawline to her neck. Her neck has a rosy flush, and I can see her pulse beating rapidly under her flesh. I kiss her pulse, and then I lick and suckle her neck, marking her as mine. She digs her nails into my shoulders and moans.

  Once I’m satisfied with my brand on Rebecca’s flesh, I trail kisses down her chest following the rosy flush. I kiss under her right breast while I continue to fondle and tease the left with my hand. I suck the distended nipple and areola into my mouth and maintain the suction as I slowly pull off them with a little pop. Then I suck her into my mouth again and lave the nipple with my tongue. Rebecca wraps her arms around my head, pressing my mouth into her breast.

  “Oh Will! I didn’t know this would feel so good!”

  I release her nipple and look up at her. “Feeling good is the whole point, baby. I make you feel pleasure. You make me feel pleasure. It has to be mutual, or it’s just empty sex.”

  I kiss my way down her abdomen, keeping my eyes locked on hers. I kiss right through her bush straight down to her vulva. I kiss up and down both sides of her outer labia, pressing my tongue into the flesh. She seems to appreciate that based both on her gasping breath and how her petals start to open. She has very trim inner labia. I doubt that has anything to do with starvation. She just naturally has very pretty, neat petals. I suckle on each before running my tongue along the inside and outside of each. The tip of her clitoris is just barely poking out, and I give it a very gentle lick. Rebecca jumps from the intense sensation.

  I lick all around her clit, lapping at the hood, the tip, and pulling back the hood to reveal more of the tender, sensitive flesh beneath. I gently lick around all of the exposed clit while paying attention to Rebecca’s reaction. Apparently she likes it best when I lick the underside a little to my left. I stay right there, locking my eyes with hers as she gasps with each stroke of my tongue. Suddenly she grabs my head with both hands while throwing her head back in a moan that ends with a squeak and quivering abdomen and thighs. I press the flat of my tongue into her labia and lick up across her clit as she shrieks again.

  I remove her hands from my head and place them on her breasts. “Baby, pinch your nipples while I lick you.” I return to her favorite spot and assault her with my tongue. Her mouth forms an ‘O,’ then she clamps her lips shut as she starts to quake again.

  “Oh my god, Will! Don’t stop! Please! Don’t …. AAAAAAAA!” she groans and pushes my head away as she tries to crawl up the mattress murmuring, “Too much! Too much!”

  I hook her legs and bring her back to me. I raise her legs in the air and admire my handiwork. Her whole crotch has a rosy glow that extends past her bush and half-way down her thighs as they shake. There is a dew of pearlescent, creaminess in the opening of her pretty little pussy. I drop my head and lick her hole to taste it. That tastes MUCH better than what she left on the loveseat. I drive my tongue inside her to dig it out as she resumes trying to crawl away.

  “Will! Please! Give me a rest!” she exclaims. I pull out a small globule of treasure before I crawl back up her body and kiss her. I push my treasure into her mouth and onto her tongue. She moans.

  I back off and look into her beautiful, brown eyes. “Rebecca my love, that is what you taste like.”

  She savors the musky, slightly sweet flavor. “That’s not bad,” she says in wonder.

  I shake my head, “No, baby. That’s divine.”

  She flashes me a big smile. “I think Marissa tastes better.”

  “Thank you for giving me a break, William. I still feel very needy down there, but I needed to catch my breath,” she murmurs. “I am ready for more,” she says and reaches down to grab Willy.

  I kiss her slowly, savoring the taste of her pussy on her mouth and the warmth of her moist lips. I leave her gasping from the kiss and kneel back on my heels. I rub Willy up and down her slit, stimulating her labia, clit, and teasing her opening until she starts thrusting up to meet me. I stick Willy in until I reach resistance. Then I bounce my thumb gently across her clit while reaching up to squeeze her right nipple with the other hand. She starts to quake and thrusts her hips at me. I press forward in time with her thrust to break her hymen and seat Willy about three inches inside her.

  Rebecca lies there gasping as tears collect in her eyes. I crawl forward, letting my weight press Willy a little further inside. I don’t like seeing tears in my lover’s eyes, so I gently kiss them away. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. At first the shock and pain keep her pretty tentative. Eventually as the shock fades she starts kissing me with the passion I’ve come to expect from her the last couple of days.

  I don’t move any further inside Rebecca, but as we kiss she starts to squirm around me. Willy and I are both quite happy with that. Eventually she breaks the kiss and looks at me quizzically as she realizes what she’s doing. She bites her lip and concentrates for just a second before she nods and turns her focus to me. “Fuck me, Will. Fuck me bow-legged!”

  I laugh out loud, and she chuckles too. “Did I not say it right?”

  I give her a quick kiss. “You said it perfectly, baby. Your wish is my command.”

  I press deeper into her and then start to retreat. She whimpers as I pull out, and then groans “YES!” as I push back into her. I go very slowly at first until I am able to hilt myself inside her.

  “Will,” she moans. “You are filling me and stretching me, and I love it.”

  I set a steady rhythm in her tight pussy. She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment then opens them wide with a gasped “Oh!” I hook her knees and raise them so her fee
t dangle in the air over my hips. She gasps in time with my thrusts, “Oh! That’s. Diff. ‘Rent! So. So. Deep! Inside! OMIGOD!” At that point she shudders beneath me and I feel her muscles clamp onto me before she releases enough moisture to let me keep moving. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I look down on her in ecstasy.

  I am getting really close myself. I lean down and murmur to her. “Rebecca, I am going to cum in your pretty, tight little pussy. I am going to feed your pussy just like I fed your mouth.”

  She moans again, and her orgasm strengthens. She moves her hands to my back and pulls me to her while her nails dig into the flesh of my back. I continue, “I’m doing this because your beauty has captured me. Your beautiful face, body, and soul drive me to claim you. You are mine, baby. I am going to keep fucking you forever!” She shrieks after the last word from my mouth and flutters her muscles around my cock. It feels like she’s milking me. I’m about to lose my mind. I go wild and fuck her as hard as I can for one, two, three, four, fi… “Oh, jeez!” Willy explodes in sensation that crawls up my back and into my brain as he delivers my payload into Rebecca’s milking pussy. She lets loose a wordless scream as my cum sprays her insides. I am barely aware of her nails rending my skin as I collapse on top of her.

  There’s a pounding on the wall and a faint voice of an old woman yelling. “I’m trying to sleep over here!”

  I laugh, and Rebecca chuckles between gasps as we ride our aftershocks to the end of this journey in bliss.

  I roll off Rebecca as gently as I can, but we both moan the loss of our intimate connection. Rebecca scoots across a little, so there is room for me to lay down. Then she crawls up and straddles my hips. I see a little blood stain on her thighs. She leans forward and plants her hands on my chest.

  She smiles gently as she says in a serious tone, “William James, I willingly accept you as my master. My body is yours by your creation. My soul is yours by my choice. I give myself to you to use for your pleasure.”

  I quickly insert, “and your own.”