The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  “I can’t hold back!” Rick gasped, “I’m cumming!”

  “I’m there!” Tanya answered, and the smooth, fast motion deteriorated into a series of uneven jerks as the two lovers reached orgasm. Steve tried to keep them moving, but the sensation became too much and Tanya fell forward onto Rick. She stayed there, matching Rick’s heavy breaths for five minutes, before speaking.

  “I am damn glad you came home with us, Steve.”

  Steve ran his hand up and down Tanya’s back, “Not as glad as I am that I said yes. You two are sensational.” He leaned forward and kissed Tanya on the cheek.

  “Thank you,” Rick said, “I hope I didn’t freak you out by grabbing your ass.”

  Steve looked at the other man who had just shared this beautiful woman with him, “Not at all. I can deal with a little touching, maybe even something more, after getting to know you better.”

  Tanya eased herself off Rick’s shrinking penis and stepped onto the floor, “Well that is reason enough to get together again soon. I’m afraid tonight’s fun is over, though.”

  “Why? You got two other naked men you need to make your love slaves?” Steve jokingly asked. He didn’t want to leave, but he was encouraged that she wanted to see him again.

  Tanya didn’t say anything, just walked into the bathroom. When she appeared again ten minutes later, she was still naked, but her hair and makeup was refreshed.

  “I have a breakfast date with my stepfather in the morning, and I need all the sleep I can get so I am prepared for our normal war of words.”

  Steve asked, “Who is your step?” Tanya slipped back into her underwear and said, “Gerald Fuller.”

  Rick turned to Steve, “You know, the Dean of Students at Middle Indiana?” Steve laughed and shook his head, “Well, I guess he’s fun on Back to School Day!” Tanya smiled, “Yep, he’s a regular barrel of laughs all the time. He loves to meet with me in the

  morning, in hopes of ruining my late night fun.” She pointed at both young men, “He would hate you two, especially what we all just did.” She finished getting dressed and walked to the door. Rick walked over to kiss her goodbye and Steve followed. Tanya grabbed their penises one more time, quickly stroking them, and then made the heads touch each other. “You’re now Eskimo brothers. See you later!” As she opened the door, she laughed and then closed it behind her. Both men were shocked by the contact, but neither flinched.

  As Tanya walked down the apartment building’s hallway, she felt an extra pair of eyes on her. With every step, she glanced around, expecting to see someone jump from the shadows. When she got to the stairs, Tanya gave one more look around the hallway. She saw no one, so she shook her head, and walked down the stairs. As she did, the man who watched her leave the club quietly walked down the stairs above her and into the hall, watching her the entire time. He made his way to Rick’s door and knocked. Rick answered it almost immediately, “Did you forget something? Wait, who are you?” Rick had expected to see Tanya. He and Steve hadn’t moved from the door and were still naked.

  The stranger moved quickly, pulling a knife out of his pocket and stabbing first Rick and then Steve in the neck. Blood spilled onto the floor as both men staggered backwards, making gurgling noises. The stranger followed them into the main room. He watched as the men fell down, desperately trying to stop the blood from gushing out of their throats. Seconds later, they both stopped struggling, having lost too much blood and unable to get enough oxygen into their lungs.

  The stranger pulled the hoodie off his head, “Who am I, Mr. Rick Ellington? I am the stepfather of the woman you and your perverted friend spent the evening defiling. I am the man whose reputation you are ruining. I am Gerald Fuller, and I am your killer,” Gerald said. He placed the knife in Rick’s hand, and reinserted it into his throat wound. Gerald looked around the scene for anything that he may have dropped and missed. With the frame done, Gerald walked back out of the apartment, carefully avoiding the pooled blood.

  The next day, a neighbor noticed Rick’s door was open, and discovered the bodies and blood. She called police, who started a murder investigation. The detectives had already made up their mind, though. With two naked men dead, they decided Rick had killed Steve in some kind of lover’s spat, and then turned the same knife on himself. The news broke that afternoon, and broke Tanya’s heart. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

  “It’s all my fault,” Tanya cried. “Rick must have been more jealous then I thought. I loved him! Steve was just a cute guy we picked up.”

  “You need to stop that right now!” Gerald said. “Do not mention that horrible man’s name in this house. He is a killer and a pervert, and he tried to turn you into someone just like him!”

  Tanya kept crying, “But I thought we were just having fun together.”

  “And now you know how that kind of fun ends,” Gerald said, “maybe this is a sign that you need to straighten out your life. Become more of an adult.”

  Tanya looked at her seemingly straight-laced step-father and slowly nodded, “You’re right, I need to change. My wildness got two men killed.”

  The following Monday, Tanya switched her major to Religious Studies. For the next two years, she closed herself off to everything and everyone from her past. When she graduated, she immediately enrolled in a graduate program at the University of Indiana. Her single-minded dedication allowed her to earn her Masters in Religious Studies in just 18 months. Tanya wasted no time jumping right back into class, by enrolling into the school’s doctorate program.

  As Tanya relentlessly pursued her new educational goal, the apartment where Rick and Steve died went through numerous tenants. Few lasted more than a month. They all had the same complaints: cold spots, strange whispering, and the occasional phantom touch. The landlord, Bill Burkett, became nervous that his building would get a bad reputation, so he changed the name from ’The Owl’s Nest Apartments’ to ’The Tree House Apartments’ and he took the apartment off the market. He then increased the rent on every other apartment to make up the difference. The tenants complained, but he really didn’t care.

  Then in the fall of 2016, a new crop of students moved to Murfreesboro, Indiana. It turned out to be the largest freshmen class ever for Middle Indiana, which meant the dorms and apartment complexes were full. Shelly Henderson knew that problem all too well. She had decided at the last minute to transfer from Southern Indiana University to Middle Indiana, and was desperate for a place to stay. She placed her name on every waiting list, and had still found nothing. “You have to find me something, Mrs. Pruitt, please!” Shelly begged the head of Student Housing. “I am sorry Ms. Henderson, but there is nothing on or off campus that is available. I have checked with everyone.”

  Shelly put her head in her hands, almost overcome with emotion. Then she snapped back, determined not to cry, “There has to be someone in this town with an apartment to rent. I will take anything! I don’t care how small or how bad the neighborhood.”

  Mrs. Pruitt looked through her contact list again, searching for a name she may have missed. Her eyes fell on ‘The Treehouse Apartments’ and a light turned on in her mind.

  “I may know of an apartment, but if the rumors are true, you won’t want it.” Shelly smiled, feeling hopeful, “Where? I don’t care about rumors. I just need a place to crash in.”

  “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Go to this apartment building, and tell the landlord you want to rent apartment B20. He doesn’t normally rent it anymore, but he might if you agree to sign a six month lease and promise to pay for it no matter what.”

  Shelly took the card and got up to leave, “Thank you, Mrs. Pruitt.”

  “Don’t thank me until you’ve stayed a few nights there. It is believed to be haunted.” Shelly laughed, but then realized that the older woman wasn’t joking, “Really? Well the ghosts will just have to make room for me, because that apartment will be mine!”

  Bill Burkett couldn’t believe this little girl was so d
etermined to rent B20. He revealed what the past tenants had said, told her about the murder suicide, and even threatened to take her to court if she left before the lease ended. Still, Shelly wanted the place.

  “Are you one of those goofy Ghost Hunters I’ve seen on TV?” Bill asked.

  “No, Mr. Burkett,” Shelly said, becoming exasperated by the man’s dogged refusal to just let her have the apartment. “I’m just a student who needs a home and you are my last chance. Can I please have the keys?”

  Bill stared at her for another five minutes, not saying anything until suddenly, “All right girlie, you can have the apartment, but don’t come crying to me about weird things happening in that there!”

  Shelly couldn’t stop smiling as she filled out all the paperwork. She even giggled as she wrote a check for the first and last month’s rent. When Bill gave her the keys, she hugged him and ran out of the office. As she stood at the door to B20, she thought back to the warning from Mrs. Pruitt.

  “Haunted, huh? Well guys,” she said, unlocking the door and pushing it open, “meet your new roommate.”

  The first week flew by for Shelly. She moved all of her stuff in and set up the apartment the way she liked it. Shelly also had a full schedule of classes to contend with, so she really didn’t have any time to wonder about the possibility of ghosts. As the second week started, though, Shelly did begin to notice a few strange things but she chalked it up to having a little more time to let her imagination work. Every once in a while, Shelly thought the corner of her eye caught the image of someone in the giant built in one-way mirror. She would turn to look straight at the mirror, but would see nothing. Several times as she watched television, Shelly heard what appeared to be static. When she muted the audio, the static would continue for a second before completely dying.

  Then there was the dream, the same one every night. Shelly had always dreamed in color. It was one of the reasons she had become a photography major. In her dream, she walked down the apartment building hall, and heard the voices of two men calling out a name. Despite not being able to understand the name, Shelly turned around but no one was there. The voices said the name again, and Shelly found herself walking towards her apartment door. A third time, the voices called, and Shelly reached for the doorknob. The door opened by itself, and revealed that two well built naked men were inside.

  “We knew you’d come back,” the brown haired man said, extending his arms to envelope her in a hug. In the dream, Shelly saw a woman move forward for the hug, but it wasn’t her. As the first man hugged the woman, the second one stood behind her and embraced them both. At that moment in the dream, blood poured from the two men, covering all of them. Shelly always woke up at that point, gasping for breath. She didn’t know who the people were for sure, but guessed the two men died in the murder suicide. So who was the girl? After having the same dream five days in a row, she became determined to find out more about what happened.

  Shelly’s first stop was the internet, where she found a picture of Rick and Steve. They matched the men in her dream, but there was no mention of a woman. Reading through the newspaper reports, Shelly became convinced something was missing. Rick and Steve’s friends never mentioned the guys having girlfriends, but they also balked at claims that either man was gay.

  “So who is the mystery woman?” Shelly said to herself. She decided there was only one way to get an answer, and the idea scared and thrilled her at the same time. That night, Shelly lit several candles and turned off all the lights. Almost right away, Shelly felt a different charge in the air as she looked into the one-way mirror.

  “My name is Shelly Henderson, and I want to talk to Rick Ellington and Steve Cooper. I sense that you have a message for me, or at least a message you want to deliver through me. Can you reveal yourself to me?”

  Shelly stood in silence for 15 minutes, and then tried again, “Rick? Steve? Please speak to me, show me you are here. I want to help you.”

  Her answer was more silence, but then Shelly heard a name whispered, almost a question, “Tanya?”

  The hair on Shelly’s arms stood up, as if an electric current was nearby, “No, my name is Shelly. Is Tanya the woman you show me in the dream?”

  After a minute of silence, another whisper, but a different voice, “Where...Tanya?”

  “I don’t know who or where Tanya is. Please Rick, Steve, show yourself to me, give me more information.”

  “Naked,” said the first voice.

  “Are you naked or do you want me to be naked?” Shelly asked, “I’ll get naked to make you feel more comfortable.” She shed her clothes without hesitation, revealing her thin frame, with its boyish hips and small B cup breasts. As soon as her panties hit the floor, she sensed more electricity in the air. Shelly looked into the one-way mirror and let out a gasp. In the reflection, Rick and Steve stood on either side of her. Their naked bodies looked solid in the mirror, but when Shelly looked on either side of herself, she saw no one.

  “Thank you, Steve. Thank you, Rick. I appreciate you trusting me. How can I help you?” Shelly asked.

  Steve looked at Shelly’s reflection, and whispered, “Not Tanya...still beautiful.”

  Shelly blushed, and then laughed at the fact that she was blushing over the compliment from a ghost. When Rick turned to her and caressed her arm, Shelly stopped laughing and shivered.

  “Rick, I felt that. It feels wonderful. Please tell me, who is Tanya?”

  Rick ran his hand up and down Shelly’s arm, and Steve joined in the touching, by moving his fingers over Shelly’s stomach, “Tanya...lover,” he said.

  “Girlfriend,” Rick added as his hand moved up to Shelly’s shoulders and then across her upper chest. Shelly’s eyes rolled back as she enjoyed what they were doing. Their touch vibrated against her skin and sent waves of pleasure through her body.

  “What...mmm...what is Tanya’s last name?” Shelly managed to say. Neither ghost answered at first, prompting Shelly to look again into the mirror. She watched as Rick moved to face her straight on, while Steve moved behind her. Both ghosts pressed themselves to her body, and the result thrilled Shelly. She could feel the pressure of their bodies against her, and that vibration spread across her skin. Shelly couldn’t keep see because her eyes were closed in ecstasy, but she felt Rick move his hands to her breasts. Behind her, Steve squeezed her ass and then ground what could only be his dick into her crack.

  “Oh My God! You both feel amazing....Ohhh...but please tell me Tanya’s last name. I can help you reunite with her or find your real killer...OHHHH!!!” Shelly couldn’t say anymore, because both ghosts forced her legs apart and together, had rammed into her pussy. Shelly looked down at herself, and her eyes still did not see any physical proof this was happening to her. Shelly’s body and nerve endings told a different story. She could clearly feel the presence of two cocks inside her pussy, and at this point she did not want anything to change that.

  “Fuller,” the two ghosts whispered in her ears.

  Shelly did not understand at first, “No, this is fullest. I have never felt this full before.” Together, the two ghosts slowly moved their dicks in and out of Shelly and whispered again, “Tanya Fuller.”

  “Ungh...ohhhh...that makes more sense...oh please don’t stop...wait...fuller...as in Gerald Fuller, the president of the university?”

  Another five strokes, and Steve said, “Yes...Gerald’s daughter...we miss her.”

  Rick moved his lips to Shelly’s right breast, “we love her.” “I’m sure she misses and loves you..mmmph!” Shelly said, as Rick flicked one nipple, Steve pinched the other, and they both moved deep inside her. “I am going to cum if you two keep that up.” In answer, they moved faster, their dicks vibrating and penetrating inside her. It all became too much for Shelly’s senses, and an orgasm overtook her, making her toes curl and her hair straighten. She fell to the floor, on the verge of unconsciousness. Before she blacked out, she received one more message from the ghosts.

  “B
ring her here...she is lost..bring our genius multi-tasker home.”

  Ten hours later, Shelly woke up in her bed, nicely tucked in. At first, she believed the whole session was nothing but an incredibly vivid dream. When Shelly tried to walk to the bathroom, she knew better. Her legs felt like she had run a marathon in six inch stilettos, and her vagina felt stretched, as if someone had gradually shoved a baseball bat inside her. After slowly making her way through her morning routine, Shelly grabbed her laptop. She had one mission -- find Tanya Fuller.

  Ten minutes later, Shelly knew almost everything about how Tanya spent the last five years. How she had graduated from Middle Indiana and moved on to get her Masters and Ph.D. Now she was back in the ’Boro, working as an associate professor. Tanya never married, never seemed to do anything other than teach and preach.

  “How does she figure into the deaths of Rick and Steve. It looks like her crotch is sewn shut,” Shelly said. Then she spotted a picture of Tanya from six years ago. She clicked on it, and it showed Tanya dancing with a man at The Fighting Owl, her ass plastered to his groin. From the guy’s smile, and the expressions on the faces of everyone watching, Tanya was giving them a show. Shelly found a few more pictures like that from The Fighting Owl’s webpage, which made it seem like Tanya was a regular. As she clipped through a series of pictures, she hit the dirt -- a photo of Tanya and Rick kissing in the background. There was a third man in their clutch, but it wasn’t Steve. Shelly clicked on the next picture, which was taken from the same spot, a minute earlier. There Tanya and Rick were, but this time she was turned to the medium sized black man, and she was kissing him as Rick watched.