Chapter 4
For a minute Randy studied the specimen with scientific interest. It was larger than most of its species, its hairy back at least three inches across.
"Funny place for a spider, isn't it?" Gina said. "Do you suppose he crawled up the side of the house from the grounds, and into the window?"
"Hardly," said Randy, closing the bag. "Tarantulas aren't native to this area, or anywhere near her, for that matter. They're found in the West and Southwest."
Gina's eyes grew wide. "Someone put him there, you mean?"
Randy nodded grimly. "And it wasn't a poltergeist, either. I think I'll have a little talk with Groton." He went over to the wastebasket and tossed in the bag.
"I'm coming with you," Gina said in a determined voice. "I don't mind coping with the spiritual world, but this is out of my line."
"Come on. We'll take a tour of the house while we're at it."
They went down the gloomy hallway, their footsteps echoing throughout the house. Gina followed Randy down the staircase. He opened the first door he came to, and stepped into a large, high-ceilinged room whose walls were lined with hundreds of books. Everything had a thick layer of dust.
"Library," he said. He looked up. A chain with a tom link hung from the center of the ceiling, where the chandelier once hung.
Gina wrinkled her nose. "Don't they ever air out the place?" She went over to the windows. The grime on the panes filtered the sunlight, so that it was nothing more than a murky haze. She gritted her teeth with the effort of trying to open one of the windows, but it was stuck fast.
Randy peered with interest at some of the dusty old books on the shelves. His eyes came to rest on one volume, and he took it off the shelf.
"Sorcery and Witchcraft," he told Gina. "Listen to this." He squinted at-the open page, cracked and yellowed with age. "Incantation for summoning the henchmen of Satan. When this incantation is repeated three times aloud'. the faithful henchmen of Satan will rise with ferocity and howls, and make themselves known throughout the dwelling of the caller." He cleared his throat. "Kali. Kali."
"Don't!" a sharp voice commanded from the open doorway. Randy and Gina turned to see a thin, black-haired young woman striding angrily into the room. She snatched the old volume from Randy's hands.
"Do you realize what you've almost done, you fool?" she hissed.
"You're Sherry's sister, I gather," Randy said.
Her sharp features were etched in anger. Her black hair was cut close to her head. in a boyish style. She was very thin, with intense black eyes and small breasts and hips. There was something almost snake-like about her, Randy thought.
"Yes," she snapped. "Ava. And I presume you're Doctor Garten, so-called authority on psychic phenomena." She turned to Gina, appraising her coldly. "Who's this?"
"My secretary and assistant, Gina. For your information," Randy said as he sat on the edge of a desk, "there's no harm in repeating that incantation. I've done it with hundreds of other chants, and nothing has ever happened. They're nothing more than superstition, the wishful thinking of child-like minds dabbling in black magic."
Her lips curved in scorn. "For a professor you've got a lot to learn. Sherry's told you what's been happening around here, hasn't she?"
Randy nodded. "There's always a scientific explanation, if you look long, enough for it. That's why I'm here."
Ava shot Gina a sharp glance. "I hope that's the only reason. There are plenty of motels around if you just want to fuck."
Gina's eyes flashed dangerously. "You and your sister seem to have one-track minds. Runs in the family, I suppose."
"Foster sister," corrected Ava. "I'm not really a blood relation of Sherry's. As for having a one-track mind, that dress you're wearing is hardly what I would call suitable for scientific investigation." She turned her back on them and returned the book to its place on the shelf. "I'm going to fix lunch now. It'll be ready in twenty minutes or so. You two go ahead and amuse yourselves until then. But don't fool with any more books on witchcraft."
She whirled and strode out of the room, slamming the door.
"Well, of all the rude, malicious creatures I've ever met, that one takes the cake," Gina said.
"She's very high-strung," Randy pointed out. "Neurotic, I'd say. She's definitely not out to win any popularity contests."
"She may not be related to Sherry by blood, but they certainly have one thing in common."
Randy raised his eyebrows. "What's that?"
"As I said to her, a one-track mind. At least Sherry makes it obvious enough. This one is a cold fish, but that doesn't stop her from making overt references to it."
Randy laughed. "They're both at that age. I'm sure Sherry isn't serious. She's merely playing a childish game of flirtation."
Gina made a scornful sound. "That's what you think. She's out to make you. And if I know anything about women, she's the kind that always gets her way. Do you find her attractive?"
"She's cute enough," Randy acknowledged, his mind recalling the soft promise of her half-hidden body.
Gina came over to him, pressing her cunt against his knee as he sat on the desk. "As attractive as me?" she murmured, making a slight, undulating motion. Randy's eyes went to the V-neck of Gina's dress, where the creamy white cleft of her breasts was exposed. A quick hunger raced through his blood, making his heart pound against his ribs.
He gripped her ass with his hands, feeling their firm, muscular solidity through the flimsy material of her dress, squeezing them slightly so that Gina shivered and closed her eyes. Her hand slid inside his shirt, traveling over the hardness of his stomach, downward, softly probing, her fingers searching for his cock with increasing urgency.
Without warning, the door flew open.
Gina stepped back with a sharp cry.
Groton stood there, his perpetual scowl breaking into a grin when he saw them.
"It's a little early in the day for that, ain't it?"
"Don't you ever knock?" Randy said coldly.
Groton stepped into the room, his grin revealing yellow teeth. "Nope. More fun this way. Learn more. Can't say I blame you for not waiting, though. If I had a juicy cunt like that-"
"That's enough," Randy snapped. He got off the desk and walked over to Groton, his powerful muscles flexed.
"Would you happen to know how a tarantula got into a guest room upstairs?"
Groton avoided his gaze. "Everybody knows there ain't no tarantulas in this part of the country."
"Look at me when you speak," Randy ordered. Groton's eyes slowly lifted to meet his, hostility and fear mingling in them. He scratched his matted hair with a grimy finger.
"Then how do you suppose one got in the house?"
"Hell ' I don't know," Groton muttered. "Maybe he hitchhiked from Mexico."
"Or maybe," interrupted Gina, "someone had him as a pet and decided to use him as a welcoming committee by putting him in my dresser drawer."
"I don't know anything about it," Groton said defiantly. "I'm just a crummy caretaker here. I just do my work and mind my own business." He took a cautious step backward. "like other people ought to. City people with imagine degrees coming up here, sticking their nose in where they got no right, stirring up trouble-"
Randy suddenly seized the man by the lapels of his shirt. Groton cringed, his mouth quivering.
"Don't know nothing about any tarantula, I swear it," he stammered.
"You're lying, Groton. It's as clear as the grime on your face. If I ever catch you pulling anything sneaky..."
He let the sentence go unfinished and released him. The caretaker quickly moved to the safety of the doorway.
"Got no business here," he panted. "Fancy diplomas and loose women-"
Randy took a sudden step forward and Groton bolted away.
Gina burst out laughing. "He's like a naughty child caught stealing apples from an orchard."
"He's reeking with guilt, if that's what you mean," said Randy. "I'm positive he put that spider up there. It couldn't have been Sherry or Ava. Women are usually frightened to death of spiders. "
A frown creased Gina's lovely face. "Most women, yes. But I wouldn't bet on it where Ava is concerned. She's a tough little cookie, hard as nails ... "
"Harder, actually," Ava's sharp voice said from the doorway. They turned around. Gina's face went pink.
"We can't all be soft as jelly, can we?" Ava said with a twisted smile. "Lunch is ready. Come with me."
Randy and Gina followed Ava into the dining room and seated themselves at the long table. Lunch was already on the table, consisting of soup, salad and sandwiches. Sherry appeared a minute later, dressed in a tight sweater and miniskirt, her face skillfully made up and her blonde hair neatly groomed.
Surrounded by three young women, Randy found himself comparing them.
His eyes went to Gina first. Tall, with classic features and flawless, creamy skin, gifted with a voluptuous, perfectly proportioned body, she was easily the most beautiful of the three.
Next he appraised Sherry. Small-boned, with delicate features and rosy skin radiant from her recent shower, she was almost the complete opposite of Gina. And yet her small, compact body was far from being unattractive. Her petite, pointed breasts and full, round hips could excite him easily, as they'd already done when he'd watched her walk in that sinuous, suggestive manner of hers. Everything about her promised tightness and smooth sleekness. There was no doubt that Sherry would be an intense, dynamic fuck. Seeing Randy staring at her, she responded by curving her sensuous lips in a smile.
If Gina was the most attractive of the three, then without a doubt Sherry was the most exciting, on the surface at least. Gina had already proved that her quiet beauty was anything but quiet during a sexual bout.
Sherry's appeal, on the other hand, was strictly on the surface so far. She'd proved nothing to him yet, although he knew she was more than willing.
'They're quite a contrast,' Randy thought, 'tall, dark-haired Gina and small, blonde Sherry. Which of them would be the more satisfying lover?'
His scientific curiosity, once aroused, had to be appeased. Sooner or later he would have to know.
Last of all, his eyes went to Ava. On the surface, she was the least desirable of the three. Thin, with closely cut, jet-black hair and sharp, angular features, she was anything but pretty. like Sherry, she was small-boned, but without the blonde's softness and grace. She looked as hard as granite, inside and out, and yet there was something about her, an air perhaps, that suggested she was more than equal to any man in bed. She would suck a man dry, and still demand more.
No doubt about it, Randy decided, beneath that cool, composed air of Ava's ... she was a wildcat. While he studied her, she returned his appraisal with a calculating gaze of her own as though he were an interesting sirloin rump on sale in a meat market.
Ava was a tough cookie, all right, thought Randy, and woe to the man who underestimated her.
Ava suddenly spoke up.
"Has Sherry told you everything that's happened in the last week?"
Randy nodded. "Everything that's happened to her. Do you have anything to add to that?"
"Nothing. Whatever it is, it wants Sherry, not me or Groton."
"I don't trust Groton," Randy said. "He's rude, and he lies. Why don't you get rid of him? He'll be easy enough to replace."
Ava's jaw tightened. "Groton stays. He does his job well, and that's all that matters."
"I'm beginning to wonder if that's all he does," Sherry said in a sly manner. "In fact, I'm beginning to wonder if he doesn't perform certain services above and beyond the call of duty."
Ava's eyes flashed. "Such as?"
Sherry laughed. "We're all adults here, Ava. There's no sense in being coy about it. I can't say much for your taste, but after all, Groton is the only man around. Or was until today."
Ava stood up abruptly. "You'll regret that, dear sister," she hissed, and strode out of the dining room.
"Touchy, isn't she?" Sherry said, dabbing daintily at her lips with a napkin.
"The remark was in bad taste," said Gina.
"I didn't know you were a connoisseur of taste," Sherry retorted, the hostility in her eyes betraying her smile. "But then maybe you are, seeing who your employer is," she added with a hungry glance at Randy.
He quickly changed the subject before an argument began.
"About your mother's will," he said to Sherry. "Didn't she leave anything to Ava?"
"No. She left everything to me, a few stocks and bonds and the house. Mother was never very fond of Ava. It was Dad's' idea to adopt her. As you might have gathered, Ava isn't very lovable. I haven't told her yet, but I'm going to give her half of what I get for selling the house."
"Why don't you tell her now?" asked Gina.
"Let's just say I want to surprise her."
Sherry stood up, stretching and yawning. "Excuse me, but I didn't get any sleep last night. I think I'll go to my room and take a nap." She stared significantly at Randy. "I'll be on my bed if anyone wants me for anything."
She left the dining room, her lush little ass straining the seams of her tight skirt as her buttocks rubbed against each other.
"The little bitch," Gina murmured, staring after her.
"Do you have any sisters, Gina?" Randy asked.
"No. Why?"
"Well, if you did, I think you'd understand what's going on between them. There's always a sense of competition between sisters. It's quite normal and healthy, let me assure you."
"Oh, Sherry's healthy enough. Anyone can see that, especially from the way she dresses," replied Gina.
"I think you're being unfair toward Sherry."
Gina stood up, her face drawn with anger. "And I think you're beginning to fall for her very obvious sexual appeal. Go right ahead and enjoy yourself, Doctor. Don't let me stand in the way of scientific research."
She turned on her heel and walked rapidly out of the room, her heels clicking angrily on the tile floor.
Randy sat at the table alone for a minute, thoughtfully. He recalled vividly Gina's proud breasts and her velvety smooth legs, and the way they'd gripped him so fiercely the night before. He remembered her hot tongue probing his mouth. Then he dwelled on the soft, shadowy curve of Sherry's stomach, seen for just a moment earlier that day. He felt a spark of desire flicker inside him.
He glanced in the direction of Sherry's bedroom upstairs. Then his glance wandered to Gina's room across the hall.
He stood up, indecision clawing his mind, experience struggling with curiosity.
Tall, long-legged Gina or petite, supple Sherry?
He took a deep breath and came to a sudden decision.
Neither.
He'd come to the house for a scientific purpose, and that was precisely what he was going to do. with his time.
He started in the direction of the library when he heard low, muted voices coming from another room. He went over to the door and listened.
"Go ahead," Ava's hard voice was saying, "I don't care."
"But someone might come in the kitchen." it was Groton's voice.
Randy pushed the door open slightly and saw Ava spread out on the kitchen table. Groton was leaning over her. Randy smiled and gently let the door swing closed. Ava was going to get fucked by the handyman for sure and he didn't care to observe their obscene coupling, not even in the interests of science. It was one case history he could do without.
"Maybe you'd like to be kissed, huh?"
Groton lifted her leg, causing her to rock backward against the table. His slimy lips pressed the outer slope of her thigh, and his tongue licked the satiny flesh.
Ava gasped as the sexual sensation scorched her. Groton suddenly moved his hand which was underneath her thigh, and she received a new jolt-stronger than ever-as he cupped her pussy through the thin, snug fabric of her panties. Her genitals throbbed. Moisture broke from the glands of her vulva.
Suddenly he was all over her, smearing his mouth onto hers as he held her tight, his hand still jammed between her hot thighs.
Ava accepted the lascivious penetration of his tongue between her lips. He licked deeply into her mouth. She quivered and her body throbbed in response to the intimate kiss.
Groton was wickedly kneading the soft, moistening lips of her pussy, though she had her thighs clamped tightly against his hand.
"Now you're going to get it," he said as his lips left her gasping mouth. "Right here and now, just like you want it."
He pulled his hand from between her legs and leaned back, then pulled her blouse up and undid her bra. Ava felt her breasts expand as the bra
slowly loosened.
Looking down, Ava stared at the creamy, tapering swells of her breasts, the nipples barely concealed by the edges of the soft bra. She watched his middle finger lay aside first one edge of the bra, then the other, exposing both nipples. The little rosy studs thrust rigidly forward, tilted slightly up due to the concave curve of her breasts.
Groton chuckled and rubbed his thumbs back and forth across her nipples, bending the firm, rubbery protrusions. She hated this man. His lewd pawing revolted her. Yet her body was demanding more and more. She was in the midst of a battle she had fought before and lost. She was
desperately determined not to lose again. But there was that safe...
"Why don't you get me a drink?" Ava asked. "I ... I could use one."
He stopped tickling her titties and gave her a quizzical look. He seemed to be considering, then said, "Let's not bother with that now."
"But I need a drink!" she exclaimed, her voice taut.
"What you need is cock," Groton said lewdly. "My cock! Right in that hot little pussy of yours."
He quickly slid his hand under a leg elastic of her pants, and his fingers pressed her hairy, oozing slit. A ragged moan escaped her lips as he wormed a stiff finger between her puffy, wet labia and into the narrow mouth of her vagina.
She slumped back against the table and pressed her hot cunt against the hand that was frigging it. Her thighs parted widely, and her eyes closed.
Grinning evilly, Groton leaned down and held her panty crotch aside with his other hand so he could watch as he slowly rotated his middle finger up Ava's hot, juicy snatch. He thrilled to the sight of her jiggly flesh changing shape as he reamed her soft sexual port. Her short hairs were glossy against the delicate beige of her outer labia. As he circled his finger inside her, he got teasing glimpses of her pink inner flesh that was slippery and warm.
Her pussy was very snug, but it was ready. Groton had never stuck his finger into a woman who was readier.
He grasped Ava's hand and carried it to his lap, placing it on the long. hard shape that extended down the left leg of his trousers.
"Unzip my pants. Do it!" he grated, moving her hand to the top of his fly.
Groton continued to circle and stroke his maddening finger up the tunnel of her twat, he took her thumb and forefinger and pinched them onto his zipper tab.
"Pull it down!" he ordered, continuing to hold her hand in place, but not moving it, wanting her to make the move herself.
With a little whine, she moved her hand, pulling his zipper down.
"That's it, baby ... that's it," he murmured. "Now reach inside." He kept stroking his finger in her cunt, straight in and out, exciting the hard, nub of her clit.
Ava squirmed and whimpered. Her hand delved into his pants, grasping the hot, long prick that she needed. She pulled the monster out.
Her eyes popped open, and she stared at the massive rod she held, sticking straight up through Groton's open fly. His cock had no foreskin. The head was purplish-rose, the shaft swarthy. It was a wicked-looking thing, long and frightfully hard. It was what she needed.
Groton grinned. He removed his finger from her cunt. His finger glistened. He wiped it on her inner thigh.
She kept staring at his cock, her hand frozen around it like an old-time pilot gripping the joystick as his plane plummeted earthward in a fatal dive.
"Lie down," he said. He swung Ava around on the table as he stood. Her back came to rest against the worn, hardwood top.
Groton took her hand away from his cock. Standing beside her, the awesome organ projecting forward from his pants, he bent and arranged Ava's short skirt around her middle. He gripped her white panties and pulled them down.
She moaned and kept staring at his prick.
Ava's naked belly was delightfully trim, her navel crowning a barely definable curve. The mound of her pussy was much more pronounced, with a bunch of hair at the crest of it and whiskers trailing down along the sides of her soft, wet cunt.
Groton boldly lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, then stepped to the side where he had a perfect view of her wantonly exposed crotch. He admired the dainty, hair-encircled maw of her vulva as he stripped his clothes off.
Nude, his disproportionately large prick thrust forward, Groton settled between Ava's widespread thighs. She jammed her eyes tightly closed as she felt the mouth of her pussy dilate in anticipation.
Leaning on an arm at her side, Groton wrapped his other hand around an up-thrust, lusciously tapered titty and squeezed the resilient shape as he swiped his wet tongue back and forth across her rosy, jutting nipple. She moaned. Her body was hotly throbbing from tits to toes.
Unwilling to postpone the decisive act of conquest a moment longer, he gripped his horny tool and pointed the blunt, moist end into Ava's softly puckered, infinitely moist core. She gasped at the contact and stiffened. Groton wiggled his prick by hand, settling it in her circling labia, finding the open but narrow mouth of her channel and nestling his tip there.
Ava held her breath, knowing that the brutal thrust was about to come. The pause before the thrust, though lasting only a moment, seemed an eternity to Ava. Then, with a grunt, Groton drove his hips forward, and his hard shaft rammed into her small opening, stretching the elastic maw and gliding on a viscous film as it surged all the way up her channel.
"Oooh!" Ava exclaimed.
The penetration hadn't hurt, but there was a tremendous sensation of being forcibly opened and stuffed. She felt his long, hard prick throbbing deep within her belly, its thickness spreading her tender tissues wide. Her slick warmth clung to him.
Groton reveled in the thrill of her snug cuntal embrace. He hadn't been in such a tight one in quite some time. He had an urge to fuck her fast, but he controlled himself. This was too good to rush through. Anyway, he wanted the satisfaction of raising her to a pitch of gasping, writhing frenzy before he finally shot his sperm into her.
Groton slowly withdrew his cock, looking right into her wide, dark eyes, which had popped open at the moment of his thrust. He checked his withdrawal just as the thickest part of his organ reached the mouth of her vagina. He gave a little jerk of his hips, stroking the corona quickly in and out across the very sensitive nerve ends of her clitoris, then bulled into her once more, sinking deep and throbbing.
Ava whined pleasurably. The fucking was beginning to feel very good. She let her eyelids drop closed because she preferred not to see Groton's evilly grinning face above her. Her brain remained numb, except on the most basic level. She swam in a sea of sensation.
Groton stroked his fat, long prick in and out of her pussy, sawing expertly across the head of her clit. The little nub of erectile tissue tingled ecstatically against the slow, steady strokes of his rod. With each penetrating lunge, he spread her channel wide. When he was all the way into her, the tip of his cock seemed to tickle her uterus, and his balls nudged the sensitive rim of her anus.
Ava couldn't remain still for long. As Groton's thrusts surged in and out with the relentless regularity of a rolling sea, her hips went into motion, rising and falling against his strokes.
"Ooh ... oooh ... oooh," she panted.
Nothing mattered at the moment except what she felt the massive, hard cock that was filling her, rocking her, coming in ... in ... in.
Elevating her ass above the table, Ava moaned as she screwed her cunt around the long, delicious dick. Her feet were pushing against the floor and against the top of the table for leverage. Her head rolled against the top of the table, mussing her hair.
"You like it, don't you?" Groton said, fucking her slowly and steadily. "You like it!"
"Yes ... yes," she panted.
"Say it! Say, I. . . like your. . . cock!"
She kept screwing.
"Say it."
"Ooh, God!"
"Say it, bitch!" Groton snarled.
"I like your cock!" Ava exclaimed.
"Damned right you do!"
He fucked her harder. Ava couldn't help but respond with passion which had been pent up within her for so long. She drove her hot hips against the rhythmically penetrating male, her ass quivering above the table, her tits wobbling forward and back, the stiff, up-thrust nipples doing little loops.
Groton remained up on his arms so he could watch all this and the sweet contortions of her prim face which had suddenly turned pagan. Her slippery, clutching cunt swirled and stroked around his driving cock, pulling at it, seeming to suck it deeper and deeper within herself.
The pleasure she derived was like nothing she had felt before. Groton's cock was thick and long, and he was applying it in a way that stimulated every nerve end in her vulva and vagina. She rocketed to a height of passion which she had never believed existed. She was reaching for the satisfaction which she long had craved but had been unable to define.
She knew it was coming. She was coming.
Groton pulled out all the stops, driving his stiff prick into her with short, rapid strokes. Ava clamped her legs around the backs of his thighs and pulled her hot cunt against him until her pussy hairs ground into his coarser, thicker growth.
She felt an ecstatic, quaking throb begin deep inside her, then he let go, twitching and gushing his warm, thick cream into her depths. Ava burst with a shuddering wave of blissful warmth that radiated through her entire body. Another wave followed, another. She moaned and undulated, shaking from head to toes. She nearly blacked out. The room seemed to spin, and Ava's cunt was at the center of the vortex, throbbing and sucking at the long, quivering cylinder of man-flesh which had given her such pleasure and was now spitting its final gushes into her spastically contracting womb.
She was perfectly gratified.