Chapter 5
After exploring the house and grounds for an hour, Randy felt a slight sense of fatigue. He'd exerted himself considerably the night before, and he decided to go to his room and take a short nap.
In his room, he took off his jacket, hung it neatly in the closet and loosened his tie. Then he lay down on the bed with a sigh and closed his
eyes. He was just beginning to drift to sleep when a soft knock sounded on the door adjoining Sherry's room.
"Come in," he called.
Sherry stepped in, still fully dressed. She closed the door behind her and came over to his bed.
"Did I wake you up, Randy?"
"Not really," he said. "I was just dozing. Did you want to see me about something particular?"
She smiled, her small, white, even teeth glistening.
"Very particular. I wanted to warn you about Ava."
"What about Ava?"
"She has a serious problem." Sherry sat on the bed next to him. "A problem involving men."
"Do you mean Groton?"
"No. All men. You see, ever since she was a child practically, she was very demanding with men. I mean, she offers herself to virtually every man she meets, and if he rejects her, she becomes obsessed with the idea that she has to have that particular man. She'll go to any length, believe me, to seduce him. I just thought I'd warn you. so you'd know what to expect." She smiled, tracing the outline of her lips with the pink tip of her tongue. "Forewarned is forearmed. Right, Doctor?"
He studied her thoughtfully for a moment. "Do you know what projection is, Sherry?"
"like a movie camera?"
"No. In psychology, projection means we see in other people, or we think we see, traits that actually belong to ourselves. It's an unconscious process."
Sherry raised her eyebrows. "So?"
"So," he said, leaning on his elbow, his face a scant few inches from her thighs, "I believe you're not talking about Ava at all. Unconsciously, you're describing yourself."
A slow smile spread across Sherry's face. "You're crazy as a hoot owl if you believe that nonsense. I've never offered myself to a man. I don't have to. They come panting after me. Do you know why?"
His eyes ran over her body, pausing at the silky smoothness of her legs. "It's pretty obvious, I'd say."
"That's just the frosting on the cake."
"Very nice frosting," he admitted.
"But it's the cake itself that counts, isn't it? Would you like to see the cake? Taste it, perhaps? It has a flavor I guarantee you'll never forget. Oh, I can see from the look on your face that you think I'm bragging. That sort of challenge no girl can resist." She stood up. "Behold, my learned friend."
In one quick movement, she'd slipped her sweater over her head and tossed it casually onto a chair. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor, stepping daintily out of it.
She stood before him in a black bra and black lace panties, still wearing panty hose and heels. She moved close to him so that her fully molded hips and slightly rounded stomach were only a few inches from his face.
Randy felt the blood begin to pound in his temples. There was nothing statuesque or classic about her, like Gina. But the supple promise still hidden beneath her bra and panties was enough to make his cock erect savagely.
Hands on hips, she thrust her stomach closer to his face.
"Nothing spectacular so far, is there?" she murmured.
"No," he agreed. "But you've got a fantastic body, Sherry."
She laughed softly. "It's only the frosting. The flavor is the main thing. I know tricks," she went on in a husky voice, "that can make a man get on his hands and knees and beg for it, that can give him such pleasure he'll plead with me to stop."
She reached behind her and unhooked the bra.
"Talk is cheap' though," she said, taking off the bra and tossing it on a chair. "Let me show you where the action is."
Her breasts were small, but firm and luscious-looking. She cupped one in each hand and pressed them together, and Randy felt his mouth water.
"They're not exactly monumental in size, are they?" she said, sitting on the bed. "But size isn't everything. Taste one," she commanded, holding it out to him.
He put his lips on a rosy pink nipple, ran his tongue around it, then bit it gently, causing her to suck in her breath.
A hot, urgent readiness coursed through his body. His lips traveled down the golden softness of her stomach, to the rim of her black-lace panties. The fragrance of an exciting perfume drifted up to his nostrils.
Sherry pushed him gently away.
"It's better to take a good look at what you're getting, first."
She raised one smooth, beautifully tapered leg and shifted her position so that her leg lay on the bed before him.
"Take off the panties," she said.
He put his hands on her thigh and began sliding the nylon off slowly, the hot silkiness of her skin causing his heart to hammer against his ribs. His hands journeyed over the firm flesh of her calves and down the narrow taper of her ankles, finally pulling off the panties and the hose. She shifted her bare leg over his body to his other side. Then she offered the other leg, leaning back on her elbows facing him, so that she had one leg on each side of his body, giving him a full view of the golden, shadowy softness of her cunt.
For a minute she continued to lie like that, moving her ass in a slow, provocative circle, keeping her tantalizing pussy-always in his view.
There was no doubt about it. Sherry was small all over, but she had one of the most exciting bodies he'd ever seen. From the rosy, tiny tips of her sweet-tasting nipples to the ripe, beckoning contours of her small stomach, her mounded cunt and rounded hips, down to her full thighs and delicately tapered legs, she seemed to be created for fucking.
She got up off the bed and stood before him proudly for a moment before she reversed her earlier position, this time lying next to him so that her body was parallel to his.
He started to cup one juicy breast in his hand when she stopped him.
"Undress first, Doctor."
In his wild impatience, he'd completely forgotten he was still dressed. He got up off the bed and undressed quickly. Her eyes shone at his lean, muscular hardness. He lay down next to her again and gave her a long, passionate kiss.
Her small, sensual lips were hot and pliant beneath his, first sucking, then teasing him by closing tightly when he tried to thrust his tongue between her teeth, biting it gently. The next moment her hot little tongue slithered into his mouth, probing, and then their tongues worked together for a while. In the meantime, her hands groped his body expertly, rubbing and stroking so that his cock was aroused to the point of frantic impatience. He responded by massaging her ass and pussy with his hands, squeezing them one at a time and then together. She squirmed with delight.
After a few minutes, he pulled his lips away from hers. Her tongue immediately slithered in his ear and down his chest, pausing there to make tiny circles and then over the hardness of his stomach.
"Hang on," she warned him, and the next moment he gasped with pleasure as she began sucking his rod and squeezing his balls. The sensation shot electric particles throughout his body. Her tongue worked with tantalizing skill on his knob. Her hot little lips were eager and frenzied, causing him to moan out loud. She used her hands in conjunction with her lips and tongue, gripping his ass fiercely.
Just when he thought he couldn't control himself any longer, she released her compelling grip, as though sensing exactly how far she could bring him before he would cream into her mouth.
Her mouth rose to meet his, her hot body squirming beneath his.
"Ride," she told him. "Ride on, Doctor."
She raised her knees and drew up her legs, her whole body hot, her cunt moist with readiness.
With a supreme effort at self-control, Randy refused to obey her. Instead, he gripped her firm buttocks in his hands and worked his lips on her nipples alternately; then his mouth traveled across her yielding stomach to her snatch.
"Fuck me now," she commanded hoarsely.
The next instant she let out a long, low moan of joy. Her hips squirmed in frantic circles at the delicious sensation, and her fingers dug into his shoulders like pincers.
"Too much," she gasped. "I can't take much more of it. So hot, so hot ... "
Randy ignored her protests, continuing to assail her cunt with his slavering mouth until her moans became loud, sharp cries, and her hips jerked in a violent staccato.
"Can't ... take ... it ... anymore," she gasped, her fingers clawing through his hair, her head moving from side to side as though unable to bear the ecstasy any further.
Randy decided she'd had enough of that for the time. He climbed' on top of her eager body. She raised her legs high, putting them over his shoulders for maximum penetration.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck hard, or I'll faint."
The next instant he caught his breath with surprised pleasure. Her vagina was tight, all right. She fit him like a custom-tailored glove.
At first, they worked slowly and rhythmically together, Randy grasping her ass and kneading it in time to their fucking.
"So good," she crooned in his ear, "so crazy ... "
He speeded up the tempo slightly, and her teeth sank into his shoulder.
"All day ... all night," she gasped. "I could fuck all day ... all night. See ... how you like ... this. . . "
The next moment a hot, intense pleasure shot through his body as she contracted the muscles in her vagina. He discovered she had fantastic muscular powers. A shiver ran up and down his spine as she did it again, harder.
"How ... do you like that ... ? " she moaned.
For an answer, he rammed his cock into her sweating hole as hard as he could, and her whole body shuddered.
"Give cock ... to me ... again," she whispered.
He rammed his stiff rod into her again violently, and she whimpered, her heels digging into his back.
She suddenly changed her movements from a frantic up-and-down rhythm to a side-to-side motion. A whole new area of pleasure opened up for Randy.
Her body froze in mid-air for a moment, quivering from head to toe, then she shifted her motion again to a wide, circular pattern, flexing her cunt muscles in the process.
"Ahh ... " she moaned, "that was ... number one ... stay with me, Randy ... stay ... "
He did his utmost to control his orgasm, but it was very difficult with the feel of her intensely hot, squirming body against him.
Again, her back arched and her whole body shuddered.
"Number ... two ... " she moaned. "Fuck more ... Ram me, Randy!"
Their tempo mounted to a frenzy, their locked bodies moving as one, her hips grinding against his madly, her cunt muscles giving him such a thrill he had to clench his teeth.
"Now," she commanded, "give it ... cream into me ... now."
A hot, melting wave coursed through his body as her muscles seized him in one final, spasmodic lock.
"Ahh ... " she whimpered, "number ... three."
Holding his breath at the pinnacle, Randy felt both their bodies shudder violently. He sagged against her a moment later as his cum shot into her sucking cunt in long white ropes.
She continued to whimper and moan for a minute.
"Never been fucked so good," she gasped. continuing to pulsate her muscles slightly. Sliding her legs over his shoulders slowly, she let them come to a rest on the bed.
"How did you like it?" she whispered.
"I liked it," he said, aware that it was the greatest understatement he'd ever made.
"I want more," she demanded. "Fuck me again."
"Now, just a minute, Sherry ... " he began.
Before he could finish the sentence, her hand had skillfully seized his prick and began stroking and massaging with loving care, her tongue probing his mouth, its hot tip a fiery, searching cone. More powerful than before, his cock sprang to life, urgent and driving. The hot little body beneath his squirmed happily at his fresh vigor, and Sherry raised her legs again.
"This time I'm going to outdo myself," she promised him. "This time ... "
At that moment a loud, piercing scream sounded throughout the house.
Randy paused in the act of mounting Sherry, his ears straining intently.
"God, what was that?" Sherry whispered.
A few seconds later, it sounded again, even more blood-curdling and horrifying than before.
Randy suddenly leaped off the bed.
"That's Gina's voice," he said grimly. Snatching up his pants, he hurriedly put them on. He slipped in his shirt, not bothering to button it or put on shoes.
"Don't leave me here alone!" Sherry said, getting out of bed but Randy brushed past her and was out the door in a matter of seconds.
He took the few steps across the hall and, without bothering to knock, flung open Gina's door. She stood by the bed, still fully dressed, her face chalky white, her hand to her throat.
"What is it?" Randy said.
She turned dazed, frightened eyes on him, her lips moving soundlessly. Recognizing the symptoms of hysteria at once, he raised a hand slapped her. Not hard, but with authority.
Her eyes suddenly cleared up. "Over there," she said, pointing to the opposite wall. Randy turned his head and looked. He saw nothing but a bare patch of wall.
"There's nothing there, Gina."
"But there was a moment ago. I was standing in front of the mirror. It was horrible."
"Now just be calm," he said, taking her arm and leading her over to the bed, where he sat her gently down. "Be calm and tell me exactly what you saw."
"It was a huge face, with the most evil expression I've ever seen. It covered almost the whole wall." She stared up at him. "It sounds ridiculous, I know, but it's true. You've got to believe me, Randy."
"I do, Gina, I do." He made his voice as soothing and reassuring as possible. "Now show me exactly where this face was."
She pointed. "Right there."
Randy walked over to the spot and studied the wall thoughtfully. It had once been covered by wallpaper, but was now bare.
"It was so ... so eerie and ghostly-looking. It wasn't even a man's face. It looked as though it belonged to a ... a demon of some sort."
Randy smiled reassuringly at her, trying to hide his skepticism. "like something out of a book, Gina? An illustration, perhaps?"
She nodded. "Something like that. It didn't move. It simply stared at me for a few seconds and faded away."
"Faded away slowly, or vanished all at once?"
"Does that matter?" Her voice grew shrill. "You're humoring me, aren't you? You don't even think I saw it at all."
"Of course I do," he said quickly, seeing she was on the edge of hysteria again. "But my question is important, Gina. . Now think. Did it vanish suddenly or slowly fade away?"
"It faded away. Bit, by bit. First the eyes, and then the nose, and then finally it was gone!"
"And it made no sound?"
She shook her head. "None."
A knock on the door made her jump. Randy went over and opened it. Sherry stood there, fully dressed again, her cheeks still flushed from the recent sexual excitement.
"What's wrong." she asked.
While Gina told her, Randy went over to the opposite wall and studied it with great care. After a few minutes, he joined Gina and Sherry-
"Have you ever seen any of these phenomena or heard them in the daytime, Sherry?"
"No. Only at night. Never while the sun was still shining. Whatever it is, it's afraid of daylight, I'm sure."
Randy turned his head to stare thoughtfully at the fireplace on the opposite wall from where Gina had seen the apparition.
"Tell me, Sherry. Are there any hidden passages or chambers in this house?"
"No. At least none that I know of. But there could be," she admitted. "It's a very big house. I wasn't too interested in exploring it as a child. It's always been so ... " she shivered, ". . .so gloomy."
Randy went to the fireplace while she spoke and ran his fingers over the ornate decoration, consisting of hand-carved nymphs and lecherously horned creatures pursuing them.
"What makes you think there are?" Sherry asked.
"Just a hunch," Randy said.
The door burst open. and Ava strode in, followed by Groton.
"Don't you ever knock? " asked Gina
"She never bothers with the trivial formalities, do you, Ava?" said Sherry.
Ava faced Randy, ignoring her sister and Gina. "What was that awful racket a few minutes ago? It was enough to scare the wits out of a person."
"Gina saw a ghost," said Sherry. "An honest-to-goodness ghost in the daytime. Where were you and Groton, by the way?"
Ava's face flushed slightly. "We were taking inventory in the kitchen, if you must know everything."
Sherry laughed. "It must have been a highly successful inventory, from the looks of your skirt."
Ava looked down at her rumpled skirt, and her face turned beet-red. The zipper on the side was still open.
Groton spoke up in a sullen voice. "We were counting dishes, like she said. We were taking inventory."
Sherry grinned at him. "You must have really strained yourself at it, too. You look plumb tuckered out, Groton."
"And what, may I inquire, were you doing at the time?" Ava asked in a cutting voice.
"Doctor Garten and I were having a discussion about psychic phenomena. A very fascinating discussion. Weren't we, Randy?"
Randy avoided Gina's sharp gaze as he spoke. "As a matter-of-fact, we were. Tell me, Groton," he said, turning to face the sullen man, "in the course of your duties have you ever found any secret passages or hideaways in the house?"
Groton looked briefly at Ava before he spoke. "Found nothing. Nothing to find. I'm going back to the kitchen."
He clumped heavily out of the room.
"Is there any brandy in the house?" Randy asked Ava.
She nodded. "I'll get it." She turned to leave when Sherry murmured, "Don't bother to take inventory on it, dear. I think your assistant isn't quite up to it again."
From the doorway, Ava shot Sherry a look of pure hatred, then disappeared.
"It's probably none of my business," Gina spoke up, "but I wouldn't rile her too much, even if she is your foster sister. Something tells me she can be very dangerous when she's pushed too far."
Sherry yawned. "You're right when you say it's none of your business, darling. I guess I'll go to my room and finish my nap." She turned a long, melting glance on Randy. "We'll finish that discussion some other time, Doctor."
Gina waited until Sherry left the room before she faced Randy.
"And how is little Sherry as a conversationalist?"
"She's quite ... ah ... skilled actually."
Gina came up close to him. "As skilled as I am?"
Randy's eyes strayed to the creamy white cleft of her bosom. Now that the sudden turn of events had died down, his previous excitement returned in a rush. Sherry had left him primed and panting a few minutes earlier. A lingering glance at Gina's ripe, shapely body was sufficient to prime him all over again. His hands trembled slightly as the wild impulse to throw Gina down on the bed and tear off her clothes seized him.
He mentally gave Sherry credit for knowing how to arouse a man to the point of savagery. She hadn't been boasting at all earlier. Her talented hands and lips had completely shattered his usual self-control. He wanted literally to rip Gina's clothes from her lush body, to take her by force, to grip those milky-white, soft buttocks in his hands and squeeze them harshly, to dig into those velvety thighs with all his might, to fuck her into unconsciousness.
Instead, he took a deep breath and got a firm grip on his emotions.
"This apparition," he said, "was it black and white?"
"It wasn't in Technicolor if that's what you mean," she said dryly.
"I wasn't joking, Gina. It's important that I know."
Ava came into the room then, carrying a bottle of brandy and some glasses on a tray. Randy poured each of them a drink.
"For medicinal purposes," he told Gina, handing her a glass-full. She stared at it doubtfully.
"You know I don't drink, Randy."
"Don't be square," Ava put in tartly. "It's good for you. Brandy can be a girl's best friend sometimes, especially when she's frightened. Right,
Doctor?"
"True. It won't harm you, Gina. Just sip a little at a time."
Gina did as she was told. Her face lit up. "It's delicious. Makes my stomach tingle." She took a healthy swallow, draining the glass in one sip.
"Easy does it," Randy warned. "It's potent stuff. Moderation is the password."
"To hell with it," said Gina. "Give me another."
Randy hesitated, then poured her another glass-full. Before he could stop her, she drained that, too.
"Wow," she murmured. "My tummy is hot. Feel it, Randy, it's actually on fire." She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her stomach hard.
"I think you'd better lie down," Randy said in a stern voice.
She put her hand to her temple. "Maybe I'd better. I feel a little dizzy."
He led her to the bed, and she lay down while Ava watched, grinning. Randy took off her heels and loosened the top few buttons of her dress.
"Can't wait?" said Ava.
"Don't be silly," Randy said. "The shock she's had combined with her first taste of liquor has practically knocked her out. Look at her. She's almost asleep."
Gina smiled foolishly, and a few seconds later her chest began rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm. Randy felt Ava's hard body brush against his as she stood next to him.
"Poor thing," said Ava. "That must have been quite a scare. I suppose," she said slowly, "she's gone and left you high and dry."
Randy looked down at her. Her sharp features were taut with suppressed excitement, and a hard, fierce light shone in her eyes.
"What do you mean, high and dry?" he asked.
Her lips twisted. "Don't be so high and mighty, Doctor. You know what the phrase means. Primed. Ready to ball. Set to fuck. All vulgar, but right to the point. That's the way I am, but I don't make excuses for it. I don't believe in wasting time." She grabbed his hand, and rubbed it over her cunt.
"Hard, isn't it?" she said in a husky voice. "Don't let that fool you, though. I can give you a swinging time that'll make you forget her." She gripped his hand with her crotch. "Hard, yes but it's all muscle. Educated, swinging muscle." She reared her head back, and her eyelids dropped until her eyes were slits of glittering excitement. Randy realized at once that she was an authentic nymphomaniac not the self-styled, homegrown variety that hopped into bed with every man she met for the sheer pleasure of it, but the authentic thing, the kind of woman who was completely governed by her lustful demands, whose insatiable drive for men could never be satisfied.
"I'll bet you're a real man beneath that stuffed shirt," she whispered, "I'll bet you're a cock and a half. Let's ball, Doctor, let's make a real day out of it, let's fuck until the sun sets, and swing some more until it rises again. What do you say, man?"
Randy stared down at her, fascinated. He'd never had the opportunity of studying a true nymphomaniac before, and the scientific part of his mind was enthralled. As she talked in a singsong monotone probably not even aware of what she was actually saying, he thought she continued to grip his hand between her hard thighs, her body swaying from side to side, her breath coming fast and furious, her back arched.
"C'mon, c'mon," she chanted, "let's fly' Professor, and believe me, this is the only way to fly, let's soar, man. You haven't lived until Ava shows you what fucking is. Give it to me, give it to me, fuck me ... "
He suddenly realized she was at a fever-pitch of excitement, no longer the carefully composed, tough young woman as hard as nails, but the chanting, raving nymphomaniac whose sexual needs tormented her body ruthlessly.
"What are you waiting for?" she hissed. "If you're thinking of Sherry, forget it. I can wail circles around her, I can screw circles around anybody. Just let me prove it, that's all, let me prove how a real woman operates ... "
Gina suddenly stirred and murmured Randy's name, breaking the spell. Randy tore his hand away from Ava, whose body stiffened. She straightened up and opened her eyes.
"We'll go to my room," she whispered. "Let's go, quick, before I come."
"Listen, Ava," Randy said, "I can't. I'm sorry, but I ... "
With a shock, he became aware that she was already fumbling with his pants, her hands clawing at his belt frantically.
"Now stop that," he said. "Listen, Ava ... "
From the expression on her face, he knew she wasn't hearing a word he said. With desperation, she was clawing at his pants, her eyes blazing with a single-mindedness of purpose, oblivious to everything except the torture in her cunt.
"Ava," he snapped. "Stop that this instant."
Frowning with concentration, she dropped to her knees and kept tearing at his belt buckle, intent on that and nothing else.
Randy took a deep breath. Gina was stirring again. There was only one thing to do.
Taking careful aim, he lashed out with his fist and caught Ava neatly on the jaw. She dropped heavily to the floor.
At that moment, Gina woke up. She sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes. She looked down at Ava's body, then up at Randy, her face bewildered.
"What happened to Ava?" she asked.
"She fainted," said Randy. "The brandy, I guess."
He knelt on the floor and picked Ava up in his arms. "I'd better put her to bed."
He carried her out of the room, pausing in the hallway, wondering which room was hers. He knocked on Sherry's door. She opened it a moment later, staring at her sister in surprise.
"What happened to her?"
"She fainted. Which room is hers?"
A light dawned in Sherry's eyes, and she burst out laughing.
"Well, what's so funny?" asked Randy irritably.
"Fainted, my foot. She tried to rape you, didn't she? And you probably clipped her on the jaw. Not that I blame you. but remember I tried to warn you about her earlier, and you gave me a lecture on psychological mumbo-jumbo. She's completely nuts on the subject of men. You're safe as long as you're not alone with her. When that happens, watch out!"
"We weren't alone," said Randy. "Gina was in the room."
"In that case. you're really in trouble," said Sherry grinning. "That means she won't stop at anything. Her room is the one next to Gina's. And once you put her to bed, get out fast before she wakes up."
Randy carried Ava down the hallway and opened the door to her room. He took her over to her bed and dropped her on it gently. After a brief examination of her jaw, he decided he hadn't really harmed her at all, except for a slight contusion. When he straightened up, he suddenly sensed something very strange about the room. He slowly turned from wall to wall, an expression of astonishment on his face.
There were mirrors everywhere.
Every wall was covered with large, ornate mirrors, all of them tinted amber. Randy shook his head, and started to leave the room when a hunch made him look up. Sure enough, the ceiling was one large mirror, in which he saw Ava reflected as she lay in bed.
He left the room. closing the door softly so as not to wake her. He went down the hallway to his own room, thinking that it wasn't enough for Ava to enjoy herself in bed she had to have a ringside seat, too.