The Fog : Part 1

What a girl, he thought to himself. He loved country girls, they were so… clean, refreshing. City girls went home after work, put on a pound of makeup, a bushel of clothes, and a load of bull. He had seen the same act, the same routine, as if each girl had rehearsed it out of some play book. Sure, there were some variations, but nothing new. He had seen it all. There were two primary acts, the black females who did a lot of head shaking and pointing, and the white females who did a lot of hair flipping and mysterious looks. Of course there were so-called strong females who tried to act like a man, and were just as desirable as one. They stood tall for women’s rights. Hell, women had more rights than men already.

“Hey, are you in there?” the waitress said, holding a pot of coffee in front of his face. She stood in front of William, looking down at him in concern.
“Sorry, I was thinking.”
“You want more coffee?” she asked, looking from his full plates, to his empty cup.
“Yeah, sure,” he said, glance at her name tag. “Jane”, it read. She filled his cup, winked and left. That was refreshing, he thought, no hair flip, no pretense, just coffee and a wink. Kind of like Santa.

The end of her shift came swiftly. William followed Jane home.
William helped take off her ridiculous dress.
“How can they make you wear those?”
“They say wear them or walk. Jobs are scarce, and most jobs in the country are for life. That’s why Millie is still there.”
“Oh yeah, I have to speak with her.”
“Well we’ve got 8 hours,” she said brightly.
“I hope it’s enough,” he laughed, pushing her back on the bed. She fell with a giggle. Her underwear was all white, it made her look virginal.

Her long black hair was spread out on the bed around her. Her firm, meaty legs were open and lifted. He pressed a hand over her cone-shaped breast.
“My god, you’re beautiful,” he said quietly. He meant it. She was so young it hurt, and he had come to realize that youth alone was beautiful.
“You must have seen plenty of pretty girls in Florida.”
“Sure. How’s that song go? You can comb my hair, undress me everywhere? That applies to most of the girls I’ve known back home. They are plastic. Plastic faces, fake blonde hair, plastic breasts. They all look the same.”

“God, it can’t be that bad,” she laughed.
“Just about. Take off your underwear,” he urged.
“You too, this ain’t a free show.”
“Agreed,” he said, undressing quickly. He watched her breasts as they appeared. Creamy white with pink, almost invisible areolas, and tiny little nipples. She was so young, he almost expected large, puffy nipples. He leaned down and captured one nipple in his lips, as he finished pulling off his pants and socks.

Jane slid out of her panties. He stopped and looked at her slightly hairy abdomen above a small clam-like pussy. He shook his head in wonder. Exquisite! Normally, he didn’t like a hairy pussy, but she was just hairy enough to make it look sexy. Her pussy was small and girlish. Very desirable.

He again captured her right nipple with his lips and sucked. His right hand snaked across her body and tweaked her left nipple, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her sweet red lips.
William decided to take it one step at a time. He would not fall for the illusion if it occurred again. He sucked gently, while his hand went down to her pussy. She moaned, arching her back, pushing her pussy against his hand. He watched, mesmerized by the changing emotions on her face, and wary of the return of an illusion. Would he ever trust his senses again?

William broke contact with Jane’s right nipple. He looked down at her sexy, compact body and shuddered. She was so young, so damned fresh and sexy. He didn’t deserve such pleasure. Scrambling backwards, he made his way beside her and dropped his mouth to her gentle mound. Pushing her leg aside to make more room, he gave her pussy a full-lipped kiss. She sighed and lifted her womanhood to meet his mouth. He sucked and tongued her young flesh urgently, wishing that he could crawl right up inside her and fuck her from the inside out. His tongue and mouth had her moaning and thrashing on the bed.

William stopped and rolled her over on her stomach.
“No, my turn,” Jane gasped, sitting up and pushing him down.”
“But I was just…”

“Too damned slow,” she said in his face. She leaned down and kissed him while she backed against his penis. Her pussy moved, trying to enfold his cock, slide it into her steamy depths. His eyes opened in horror. This is what Megan did before…

“What’s the matter, don’t you like girls?” she asked, looking down at his half-wilted cock.
“Oh God yes, I love girls. And you are one of the hottest girls I have done in a long time, it’s just…” he stopped, seeing the warning look in her eyes. He needed to think up a lie, and do it fast.
“I have to take a piss,” he said.

“Ok, I’ll put it on hold,” she said, rolling off his body. “That way,” she pointed with a dramatic “queen of the nile” pose. He followed her pointing finger, which rested on her bent knee, and saw three doors. He found the bathroom behind the last door.

He did piss, then stood looking in the mirror. Did he really know the man looking back at him? Was he the man he thought he was? He reached down and held the amulet, which was supposed to protect him from evil. What evil, new evil, old evil, the pit of hell kind of evil? In his car he had crosses reputed to be blessed by saints, holy water, chants and prayers, and even a voodoo object or two. With all that protection, he should be able to have sex undisturbed. It was his mind plaguing him now, not the evil.

“Get a grip,” he whispered to the face in the mirror. He washed his face and hands, then turned to find Jane standing in the doorway.
“You are one of them, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” he reluctantly admitted.
“When?”
“Seventeen years ago.”
“So that’s why you want to see Millie?”
“Yeah,” he said, leaning against the sink. He stared at her naked body and felt himself hardening again. She was small, compact and muscular.
“Is that why you are here? To confront that thing?”
“It is,” he admitted. “It’s ruining my life.”
“You aren’t the first, and probably won’t be the last. They all disappear, you know.”
“All? A lot of men?”
“Men, women, boys and girls. They never come back. That’s why I was hoping…” she turned away before she burst into tears. He started forward, but she turned back with a straight face and a brave smile.

“Well at least that still works,” she giggled as she pointed. He looked down to see his cock rock hard, swaying as he took a step.

“What is it?” she asked forcefully. “What makes a man so crazy that he has to come back, but so embarrassed that he can’t talk about it, and so excited that it gives him a hard-on?”
“Evil, sex, depravity, and suffering. Sadistic visions, perverted sex acts, all playing on your most basic of emotions, guilt,” he said, thinking as he talked. “Do you know what it is?”
“Some people call it the Collection, others call it Masey’s Apparition. Whatever you call it, it’s evil. I know there was a clan of people who lived off the swamps here almost two hundred years ago. I think Masey was the old woman who ran the clan. I guess they were all killed. Supposedly thirty some people disappeared in one night. Somebody said a French pirate used to live around here long before that. He and his crew disappeared too. It was all blamed on Indians, but maybe that thing killed them.”

“It could be. I got the impression that it was old, very old. Maybe since the creation of the Earth.”
“The locals never use that highway at night. Some people wanted the road closed down, but too many people wanted the business it brings in. The town would die without it. Other’s wanted to post warning signs, or close the highway at night, but they were laughed out of the meeting. So it stays the way it is.”

“And people die,” William said thoughtfully.
“Can you finish what you started?” she asked, looking down at his hard cock and licking her lips.
“I’ll try. I seem to be prone to hallucinations. I hurt the last girl because of them.”
“I’ll take my chances. I need a good fuck. I could tie you to the bed,” she said playfully.
“Like hell,” he said, hugging her close, then capturing a breast in his hand. They walked back to the bedroom that way. They fell on the bed in the middle of a kiss. When William fearfully opened his eyes he saw only Jane laying before him.

“Lay on your back and bend your legs,” he said, positioning her on the big bed.
“Why?”
“You’ll see. It’s a great position.”

William slid inside her bent knees and touched her pussy with his cock. She whimpered in delight. By moving slightly and pushing, she inserted his cock into her eager pussy. She rode gently against his cock, pushing her ass toward him while relaxing on her back. William reached out and captured a breast, from where he laid beneath her. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations.

William pumped his pelvis to meet her impatient pussy. The slick sound of his cock sliding in and out was noisy in the quiet room. Her moans were rhythmic and pleasant. William looked over her compact, sexy body and suddenly felt good, very good. He had been pursuing women for the past 17 years. In each and every case he found each woman to be unique, fascinating, and beautiful in her own way. There was nothing wrong about sex, nothing evil or foreboding. It was a part of nature. It was a part that William enjoyed very much.

“Oh yes,” Jane panted, growing hotter. William stopped moving. He allowed Jane to become desperate for a moment, then begin rubbing her pussy up and down over his impaling cock. He knew she was receiving and entirely new set of sensations. His long cock was now churning her hot cunt flesh like a stick in butter. The position allowed his cock to extend well up inside her pussy. He could occasionally feel her cervix strike the end of his cock. In each case Jane stiffened and hissed at the pain and stimulation it caused. She was getting hot, real hot.

William’s motives were self-centered. He wanted Jane to bring herself off in such a manner, because it generated less sensation in his own penis. He knew that she would come first, then finish him with her mouth. This is what William wanted, to see that sexy mouth sucking on his juice-coated cock. It was so erotic. He knew that any woman who would suck her own juice off a cock, was a potential lesbian. And William was fascinated by lesbians. Most men were.

“Oh… oh God,” Jane gasped, humping faster. Her breasts jiggled nicely. William again captured her left breast in his hand and rotated her nipple with his thumb. She hissed in pleasure, grabbed his hand and sucked his index finger into her mouth. She the released it and mashed her own breasts in her hands.

“Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!” Jane screamed, stiffening with her back arched, her pussy grinding against his cock. He continued stimulating her breast, as he carefully watched her face. It was twisted and ugly, but thankfully this was due to her intense orgasm. She sat up explosively, grabbing his hip and pulling her pussy tightly against it. He leaned forward and captured her nipple in his lips. He sucked like a starving infant. She grabbed his head and held it to her chest. Slowly she relaxed. She gave out an exhausted sigh and fell back on the bed, with her hand still on his head.

“That was wonderful,” she sighed. “But you didn’t come.”
“You noticed?”
“Let me finish you,” she easily said the words that William loved so much. He rolled over on his back and opened his legs. She rolled between them and took his hard cock into her hand. She pumped it for a moment, then dropped her lips over the end. She sucked and licked for a moment, then sank her mouth well down on his shaft.

William gasped in delight. Her lips were so hot, so soft on the shaft of his cock. Through a vast amount of experience, he had learned that a black woman had the softest lips of all and invariably rated number one on his blowjob list, but any lips could feel heavenly when you badly needed an orgasm.

“You sweet little cocksucker,” he gasped, holding her head in his hands. “I love southern girls,” he cried happily, tipping his head back and looking at the ceiling.

“I’m glad,” a sweet southern voice said, chilling him to the bone. He fearfully dropped his eyes to Jane, but it was no longer Jane sucking his cock, it was the beautiful woman from the fog.
“Do not fear,” she gasped, before licking the head of his cock. “I am congenial, sir,” she before taking his cock into her mouth. She rose and sank several times, before her beautiful blue eyes looked up into his. “I have missed this,” she said with a note of sadness in her voice.

“You’re a ghost!” William squealed.
“So?”
William was at a loss. What could he say to that?
“I have a ghost sucking my cock,” he said emphatically.
“And?”
“You, you, you…” he gasped in confused concern, then closed his eyes in pleasure. Her ghostly lips sank over his long shaft with just the right amount of pressure and suction. She was good, much better than Jane.

“Let me finish this, then we can talk,” she said, lifting her body slightly so she could sink his entire shaft down her throat. He watched apprehensively as the entire length of his shaft disappeared into her mouth. Would she bite the damned thing off? Damned, she was good.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. Her eyes smiled into his, but she continued his blowjob uninterrupted. He felt the fire building. The pressure intensified in his balls. He clenched his ass muscles and waited. He knew he was close. How would she handle his orgasm? After all, she was a ghost, he thought with a shiver running up his spine. Would his cum simply shoot through the back of her head? No, she was using the body of Jane. What would Jane remember?

“Oh God,” he said, reaching out to hold her head in his hand. He quickly jerked his hand back. Her warm smile heartened him. He bravely reached out again and firmly planted his hand on the top of her head. The illusion was so good, that he could see his hand ruffling her hair. He reached out and touched her cheek. It was warm and soft.

“Oh fuck,” he screamed. His balls clenched, then released their load into her willing mouth. She sucked frantically, drinking every little spurt and trickle, then more calmly as he slowed, then stopped. She milked his cock with her slender white hand, while sucking on the end to drain it. Slowly she released it and sat up.

“Ghost or not, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever fucked,” he whispered, as if afraid of waking up Jane. He saw her flinch at his words.
“Please, sir, do not be crude.”
“Pardon?” he asked, really confused.
“Do not use crude words to describe a wonderful deed. It was a very pleasant intercourse.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Noted,” she said with a smile and a nod.
“Who are you?”

“I was Elizabeth Agnes Attenborough. I died in 1845 during an Indian attack. I can not remember the exact means of my demise, but I believe my husband killed me from behind to spare me the horrors of rape and torture. Little did he know…” she trailed off, a look of pain crossed her face.

“Damned,” he said. He saw her flinch again. He held up a hand in apology. “So why are you here? Why are you still around? A woman like you should have gone straight to heaven.”
“I am being held in this place by a force you can not understand. It is an ancient force, a living thing composed of many dead beings. I have heard it is composed of pure energy, but I would not know. It attracts and captures souls. You, sir, can release me. Of all the men who have tried, you are the only one who has a chance to succeed.”

“Me, I’m nobody.”
“You have an aura and strength which it fears, but at the same time it is enchanted by you. You seem to fascinate it, it wants to possess you.”
“Oh, wonderful.”
She nodded in agreement, misunderstanding his sarcasm.
“I have to face it,” he admitted.

“I know. It retains a piece of you, just as it retains all of me. Thanks to that piece of you, there is a ghost of you in the collection. Just as I am a ghost in your reality, you are a ghost in mine. I have grown to like you, even though we have never really met.”

“You are making my head hurt,” William said, holding his hands to his head.

“I am sorry. I must go now. I will first advise you. Go to meet the collection with strength. Have a priest bless you. Take your charms and magic, since you believe so strongly in them. But it is you who can defeat it. Not your body the person you are on the inside. I will help all I can,” she added as she faded out.

“Hey, where do I go?” he asked.
“What?” Jane asked in confusion. She looked down at his deflated cock, then looked around the empty room in fear and confusion.
“Who are you talking too?”
“Elizabeth Agnes Attenborough.”
“Is that a fucking joke?” she asked, blinking.
“I wish it was. I have to go,” William said, standing and stepping into his clothes.
“That’s it? Wham, bam, fuck you ma’am?”
“Unless you want to come along.”
“Where?” she asked, then flinched when he gave her a steady stare.
“No thanks. I’ll just chill out here. Call me if you live through it.”
“I will,” he promised.

To be continued…