Steve and Mike had just gotten their room and were getting ready to enjoy their first weekend on spring break.
Steve laughed "I can't believe what a steal we got on these rooms."
Mike agreed"Yeah, what a bargain. Wonder why they aren't booked up like the other places?
Both young men had come to the oldest section of their spring break getaway in the south and where staying at an old hotel, one of the oldest in the state. Its old rooms offered independent bathrooms in each room and their single windows where accented by roaring fires in the fireplaces. The molding was ancient and both guys knew that it would add about 15 minutes getting to the downtown bars, but for the price they liked this place.
“Mike, that old man that checked us in was really weird.”
“Yeah he was.” Steve shrugged his shoulders “but, there job is to see the ghost stories.”
And what did that old man that checked us in mean by "maybe you'll get lucky if I put you in this room?" Steve shrugged “No idea, maybe he hasn't been layed since the early 1800's.
They both laughed
They finished unpacking and where just about ready to head out on the town in New Orleans, when next door they heard a scream and voices coming from the connecting room in their hotel. Both guys ran to the sound of the sounds. They pressed their ears against the door leading into the connecting room. Mike whispered to Steve “the screams are coming from here.” More screams and Steve said “screw it, she might be in trouble.” And flung open the door and saw a Brown haired naked women crying loudly and deeply standing outside the bathroom door in her hotel room. Her chest heaving and her perky conned shaped breasts, which gravity had not yet affected where heaving heavily as she was gasping for air. The fireplace flickered just enough light to make out the very young women’s pretty face, deep brown eyes filled with tears and the body of a women not much older than 18.
The boys scanned the hotel room in shock. On the bed was another women, this one with red hair and slightly larger breasts being mounted by a man. As he pulled himself off her he grabbed the sheets and walked to the corner of the room . There was a changing chair there with what looked like civil war reenactment clothes from a soldier there. This left the red haired women exposed in her nakedness for all to see.
The brown haired women had finally gotten a lung full of air in after her initial screams and looked at the man yelling " on our wedding night! How could you Charles?! I saved myself for you and this is how you repay our years of courtship? My father was so right." Then she began to sob.
The boys where still standing there to shocked to even realize that the three naked people the room had not even noticed them standing there in the doorway between the rooms.
Before the boys had a chance to think the Brown haired women/girl looked at the red haired women and wailed a tearful question "WHY!?" And the red haired women answered " Because he has been my lover and he will always be mine."
The brown haired women, looking so sorrowful and sad stopped dead in her crying with that answer.
The red headed women cocked her side to the side as she looked at the other women and smiled. " little lamb. What are you to do. You came all the way from New York and you have no money to go home. So sad, but you did want to marry proper and you did, my dear. Charles has made a goodly fortune in the south and you will bear him great children, but I will be his mistress like I have always been.
The brown haired women looked at the women on the bed as the red headed women rose from her back and kneeled on the bed. She ran her long red finger nailed hands over her swollen and voluptuous breasts, jutting out her chest to make her large breasts even larger. She began, with her hands, skimming her stomach and reaching down to her red patch of fur and purred " I still have his wetness in me. For I cannot bear him children, but his seed still feels so good in me."
With that the sweet innocent brown haired women's face turned to stone rage and she ran the 15 feet and leapt at the red haired women on the bed.
They both fell back in a mesh of flesh. Perky milk white breasts smashed into slightly larger and darker breasts. Hands in hair, stomachs pressed against each other as they rolled back and forth on the bed.
Their womanly mounds of hair brushing against each other as they intertwined thighs and legs and began to pull clumps of hair out.
Both women rolled left and right with the red haired women temporarily on top she fought for control of the brown haired women's hands which where deep in her red hair and finally won it after many seconds.
The red haired women planted her rivals hands into the bed pinning her arms, looked into the brown eyed brown haired women's eyes and in a purring voice said " do you like this?" And brushed her hanging breasts onto the brown haired women's. Once their nipples where touching she pressed her breasts into the other women's and then looking first at her opponent, she looked up at Charles and smiled. " you like this, lover?"
The man, covered in the bed sheets just stared.
The brown haired women looked frightenly at the red headed women's face just inches from her own, cocked her head back and looked at her new husband and just squeaked out a plea "why?" Tears began to run down her face and on to the bed.
The red haired women looked up at Charles and said in a stern commanding voice " Lover, come here and say on the bed."
Charles did as he was ordered and dropped the sheets as he lay on his side, at the foot of the bed. His sizable penis was fully erect but he was still silent and had no expression on his face.
The red haired women was now satisfied with her command being fallowed and turned her attention to the brown haired women who was trying to struggle from beneath her.
The red haired women laughed a vicious laugh "Owwww, you are a fighter, good. I was hoping it wouldn't be this easy." And she smashed her pelvis deeply into her rivals and grinding her hairy mound against the other women's. "See, I am giving you the taste of your husband’s seed as it drips out of me into you."
The brown haired women tried to move her hips and pelvis away deep into the bed but the red haired women just lifted her breasts off the brown haired women's and pressed her red mound even deeper into the brown mound below her and began to pump herself up and down and to and fro.
The brown haired women began to scream and shake violently trying with all her might to get her enemy off of her. The red hair of the women on top was flowing over her face and the sight of her round full ass dipping and rising as she grinded her pussy into the other was a sight to behold.
Minutes passed and the brown haired women became still.
The red haired women smiled and spoke saying "good girl, you are learning. Now be a good little cow and don't get up till I tell you to. I am going to let you have some of your husband’s seed now."
The red haired women looked over at Charles and said " are you up for another round, my love?"
With that the red haired women rolled off of her beaten foe.
The brown haired girl jumped out of bed and before the red haired women could react she was at the writing table, not unlike the one in the boys room and had grabbed a letter opener and held it in front of her sobbing " don't come near me! Stay away from me, both of you."
The red haired women paused, then slowly raised from the bed and walked over to a dresser on the other side of the room. She reached into a basket on the top of the dresser and quickly found a pair of scissors. She pulled them out and turned around and headed towards the brown haired younger women. "Don't come any closer! or I’ll kill you." the brown haired women peeped.
The red haired women laughed as she closed the gap to just out of arms length with the scissors in her hands.
Both women stood face to face. Red hair flowing down over her shoulders large breasts slightly sagging under their weight with a womanly hour glass figure facing even longer brown haired brown eyed perky breasts slightly smaller but no less impressive.
The fireplace began to flicker as the light was going out and the glint of metal in both women’s hands was visible as they stood stone cold staring at each other. Both naked women face to face just out of arms reach. Then they both raised their weapons and attacked. Screams of pain and grunts of struggling filled the room as both women collided on the floor. Bare legs and bodies melted together as they rolled in the shadows of the room. Red hair then brown hair rolling and mingling. The grunts and screams became softer and the action less aggressive as streaks of red appeared on the floor as the women left that area. Then the heavy breathing and grunts of struggle continued for less than a minute until both women lay still on the floor. Slowly one women raised and half staggered toward the bed and back into the light. The red haired women collapsed on the bed, blood running down her breasts and the end of the letter opening sticking out just below her left breast.
Both boys turned to look as the brown haired women moaned. Her breathing sounded gurgled as she staggered up onto her feet. She looked at the Charles, still silent on the bed. Walked around into the light where all could see that she had a huge stab wound right above her left breast.
She staged with ragged breath around the bed into the corner that Charles had originally retreated to and threw the clothes sitting on the chair to the ground. Then she picked something up in her hand. As she turned towards the bed a flint lock pistol was in her hands. She pointed it at the bed and Charles jumped off the bed right toward the door that the boys where still standing at. Before Charles could make it to the door and the boys could react, except to fall backwards the sound of the pistol went off with a huge “bang!”. A cloud of smoke filled the room.
The boys scampered to their feet watching to doorway in total fear and where about to run out of the room when the fireplace roared to life. Brightly lighting the room that this event had just happened in. They were confused, Charles was nowhere to be seen. He had almost been at the door, close enough for the boys to have seen the sheer terror of death on his face, but he was not around the door.
The boys softly walked to the door to peek in and see where the brown haired women (and her gun ) where. The room was empty. No Charles, No red haired women by the foot of the bed, no brown haired women with a pistol. No clothes thrown on the floor, no basket from where the scissors had come, no blood, no gun smoke.
The boys ran from the room, tore down the stairs and out the front door as the old man standing behind the check in counter laughed and cackled “you all come back now if you want to see some real ghosts I’ll put you in the room down the hall from you.”
