Game of Throbs Complete Series (Books 1-3)

by Piquette Fontaine

  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.

  “Bring 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.

  “Now that puts another piece into the puzzle,” Shelly mumbled to herself, “but it also opens up the possible suspect file. I have to talk to her.” She looked at her watch. Her first class was in thirty minutes. She could stop by Tanya’s office after. All she needed to do was figure out what to say.

  Standing outside Tanya’s office two hours later, Shelly still hadn’t come up with a way to begin this conversation.

  “Hi there, the ghosts of your last two conquests fucked me last night, and want to see you again,” she mumbled, “yeah, that will work...if by working I mean get me landed in an insane asylum.”

  Shelly was still pondering her opening line when Tanya opened her door, “Are you here to see me?” she asked.

  “Yes, ma’am. I have a couple of really strange questions that I hope you can answer.”

  Tanya didn’t smile, just waved Shelly inside, “It’s Dr. fuller, not ma’am. And if this is some kind of sorority activity where you question God, you can leave now.”

  “No ma-- I mean Dr. Fuller, I am not in a sorority,” Shelly said as she sat down, “I don’t really know how to start.”

  Tanya stared at the younger woman, “Well, why don’t you come back when you do. I don’t have time to waste.”

  Shelly realized she had to come up with something quick, so she plunged forward, “Ok, how about this. Is there anything in the Bible about ghosts. I don’t mean the Holy Ghost, I mean the other kind.”

  Tanya sat back in her chair and thought for a second, “Yes, the Bible mentions ghosts and spirits, but mostly in the Old Testament. Many present day scholars don’t give it much weight. Why do you ask?”

  Shelly cleared her throat, “Well, ever since I moved to my apartment in Murfreesboro, I have felt what I believe is the presence of other people. I hear noises and feel phantom touches.”

  “Interesting,” Tanya said, “but excuse me for asking, do you take any kind of illicit drugs or drink excessively?”

  Shelly laughed, “No, but if this situation continues, I may need to start. Everyone warned me about the apartment, but I was desperate for a place to stay. Now I am stuck with it.”

  “W
here is this apartment?” Tanya asked, leaning forward in her chair.

  Shelly noticed the other woman’s interest increase, “Oh it is very close. The building is called The Treehouse Apartments. Do you have time to walk over with me?”

  “Treehouse? I’m not familiar with that place,” Tanya said, “and I don’t know what good I could do by entering the apartment. I don’t perform exorcisms.”

  Shelly tried another tactic, “I understand, but the whispers are getting louder. The other day I actually understood a full sentence. It was a male voice, and it said, ’genius multi-tasker’.” Thud. Tanya sat back in her chair so fast that the force caused it to roll backwards against a wall with a “Dr. Fuller, are you okay?” Shelly asked, amazed at the other woman’s reaction.

  Tanya did not answer, just sat there, eyes closed, her chest moving quickly with each breath. She had a recurring nightmare in which Steve called a genius multi-tasker, and then someone plunged a knife into his throat. Now, to hear this young woman use the same phrase, it brought everything back to the surface.

  “This Treehouse Apartments,” Tanya finally said, “wouldn’t happen to be on Oak Street, would it?”

  Shelly smiled, “Yes it is...do you know anything about it? I know there was a horrible crime committed there, but not much more.”

  Tanya stood up and walked around the desk, “I know a little bit, but you are going to take me there to confirm my suspicions. Shall we?”

  Shelly was on her feet in a second, “Yes, thank you Dr. Fuller. I believe you can help me get to the bottom of this.”

  The two women made the short talk to The Treehouse Apartments and walked up the stairs to B20. Although she expected it, Tanya was still shocked to be standing in front of Rick’s old apartment. Since that horrible night, Tanya had not set foot in the building. Being back there made her realize how much she missed Rick and Steve even though they only had one night together. Their lives had ended, and in a way, so had her life. She had closed herself off from the world, for fear of getting hurt and hurting others again. Tanya’s eyes filled with tears as Shelly unlocked the door.

  Before Shelly opened it, she looked at Tanya and noticed she was crying, “Dr. Fuller, it is going to be all right. You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.”

  Wiping her eyes, Tanya said, “No, it is time I faced this. And please call me Tanya. I have a feeling we should be on a first name basis.”

  Shelly nodded and opened the door, inviting Tanya inside. When the door closed, both women sensed the presence of others in the room with them. Tanya saw the semi-translucent ghosts first, in the mirror, and shrieked.

  “I see them! How can they be here still??”

  Shelly looked in the mirror and reached out for Tanya’s hand, “It’s okay. They just wanted to see you. They told me they missed you and loved you.”

  Tanya squeezed Shelly’s hand, but kept her eyes on the mirror, “Did they tell you what happened? Will they speak to me?”

  As an answer, Rick whispered, “Beautiful...naked.” He moved behind Tanya’s reflection and tried to undo the buttons on her blouse, but couldn‘t do it. Tanya felt the pressure of Rick’s naked body against her back, and craved a better connection.

  “Rick, let me,” she said and started unbuttoning. As more of her skin became visible, the more solid Rick and Steve both became. Both women noticed this, and Tanya turned to Shelly, “I know I’m asking a lot, but will you disrobe too?”

  “Thought you’d never ask!” Shelly said, and quickly threw her shirt off and slid the yoga pants off her slim legs. She looked at Tanya and realized they were polar opposites. Where Tanya was curvy, Shelly was a straight line. Where Shelly was blonde, Tanya was a brunette. The one thing they had in common was the small tuft of hair at the top of their vaginas -- not long enough to be considered out of control, but not short enough to give the appearance of an undeveloped child.

  With both women nude, the ghosts looked completely solid, and to Tanya, sandwiched between them, they felt solid, too.

  “Rick, Steve, I‘ve missed you too so much. Can you tell me what happened?” Tanya asked. Rick spoke first, “A man...stabbed...died.” He then moved his hands around Tanya’s breasts, his vibrating touch made her shiver. “Who was it?” Shelly asked, completely enthralled by seeing the two ghosts covering the older woman.

  Steve answered, “Stepfather.” Tanya’s eyes opened wide at that, “My stepfather? No, he couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t!” Rick moved his hands from Tanya’s breasts to her head. Immediately Tanya could see what happened through Rick’s eyes. She saw how the hooded man attacked as soon as the door opened, how he had revealed himself to Rick as he died.

  “I’m sorry Rick! Steve! Please forgive me!” Tanya cried, as she hid her face in her hands. Shelly was also shocked. She never thought she would witness anything like this. There she stood, naked, with another nude woman and the ghosts of two men.

  “What can we do, Rick? How can we make it right?” Shelly asked. The two ghosts looked at her and Steve answered, “Nothing...just want Tanya...happy....no blame.”

  Tanya raised her head, “Thank you Steve. This should have never happened. I will make my father pay, one way or the other. But right now, I need to feel both of you inside me. Is that possible?”

  Shelly laughed, “Honey, you have no idea. Show her, boys.”

  The ghosts surrounded Tanya, and she instantly realized this would be the best fuck of her life. She had been celibate since the night Rick and Steve died, and feeling their vibrating, ghostly forms brought back all of the old desire. She felt Steve dropping down on her body, forcing her legs to open wider. Then an intense vibration entered her pussy and she couldn’t believe how good it felt. Behind Tanya, Rick separated her ass so he could mirror Steve’s actions on her anus. Within seconds, Tanya was on the verge of a mountainous orgasm. Her eyes caught movement, and she noticed Shelly standing alone, enraptured by the scene. Tanya reached out to the young woman and brought her in for a kiss. Shelly was surprised by the level of passion, and tried to match it. She grabbed Tanya’s left breast and squeezed it the way she liked it. Tanya moaned with pleasure.

  “You may have to catch me Shelly, they are doing this wonderful vibrating thing on me, and I’m about to explode!”

  “Go with it, Hun. That’s just the start of what they can do!” Shelly said, once again kissing Tanya while pinching her nipples. True to her word, Tanya exploded, squirting her fluids all over the carpet.

  “OH YES!! YES!! THAT’S IT! KEEP GOING!” Tanya screamed.

  The two ghosts didn’t let up their vibrating assault, until Tanya stopped shaking. Then, as one, they stood up, and both of their cocks entered her. Tanya’s eyes bulged at the impact.

  “OH! MY! GOD!” Tanya screamed, “I FEEL SO FULL!” “I know, right?” Shelly laughed, “You’ll never get two living men to share like that.” Tanya didn’t respond, at least not with words. The only thing that came out of her mouth was

  moans and groans. Having Rick and Steve inside her like that made her complete. As they moved in and out, up and down, defying the laws of gravity and physics, Tanya could feel an even bigger orgasm building.

  Rick whispered into her ear from behind, “Last....orgasm. We...must...go,” Steve finished. Tanya cried at the thought, but it did not stop the freight train-sized orgasm from racing towards her. Her two lovers kept moving, speeding up their thrusts, until Tanya’s orgasm hit. If anyone besides Shelly had seen Tanya at that moment, they would have sworn the woman was having a Grand Mal seizure. The sensation allowed Tanya to see colors of the rainbow that haven’t been named. She heard music that hadn’t been written. As the feeling lessened, it felt like Tanya was floating to the floor.

  “We....love....you...Tanya,” the two ghosts said, their images in the mirror slowly fading.

  “Thank....you...Shelly,” they said, just before disappearing all together. When Rick and Steve’s presence could no longer be felt, Shelly helped Tanya back to
her feet, walked her into the bedroom and tucked her into the bed. She made her way out of the bedroom, but Tanya’s voice stopped her.

  “Where are you going?” Tanya asked. Shelly stood in the doorway, “I thought you might want to be alone.”

  Tanya pulled the covers down next to her, “No, I have spent too much time alone already. Please come to bed and cuddle with me.”

  Shelly smiled and hopped in next to her new friend. Tanya put her head on Shelly’s chest and the two women stayed that way for an hour. Tanya finally sat up and broke the silence.

  “How am I going to make my stepfather pay for his crimes?”

  Shelly giggled, “I don’t know, Hun, but you can’t tell the police that your ghost boyfriends showed you what happened and then gave you the fuck of your life!”

  “True, so maybe jail time is out of the question, but I can still destroy something he loves. Maybe the reputation of Middle Indiana needs to come down. Want to help?”

  Shelly said, “I would like nothing more.”

  Tanya leaned down and gave Shelly a tender kiss. “Then it is decided, we take down Middle Indiana. But first, young one, you need to catch up. I believe you are down two orgasms.”

  “I am!” Shelly laughed, “but the ghosts are gone.”

  Tanya gave Shelly a stronger kiss, slipping her tongue into the younger woman’s mouth. When she broke it off, Shelly was breathing hard from the passion Tanya had shown her.

  “Silly girl, boys are fun and all, but we don’t need them for orgasms!”

  THE END

  Stepbrother Proposal

  PROLOGUE

  The sound of laughter beckoned Leona Wilding to the back garden where her dad John and stepmom Charlene were enjoying their third anniversary party with family and friends. She had disappeared from the garden when the boys, Charlene’s sons Chancellor, called Chance, and Chandler, aka Chad, had arrived with their dates. It had been the first time that Chad had brought anyone to a family function with him, and it had been the last straw for Lee. She could hear their voices now, Chance’s a musical baritone, Chad’s a deeper bass.