PART ONE

My arms lowered and I nearly lost the letter I was grasping. I started to cry.

"Ryan?" Liz asked, "What's wrong?"

I crumpled the letter in my hand and handed it to her.

She took it and uncrumpled it, smoothed it out and read.

I worked on controlling the tears. By the time she finished the letter I was only sniffling.

"I'm sorry, honey. I know she was your favorite aunt."

I took the letter back. "She took over for Mom when Mom couldn't take care of me. She was my second mother."

"It's too bad."

Liz moved to me then, hugged me, and I held on, sniffled a bit more, then put her at arm's length. "I'm going to have to go for the reading of the will."

"I know. I'll go with you. We can drive up tomorrow."

"Wow, this is happening fast."

"I know. How long since you've seen your aunt?"

"Maybe five years. Now I feel guilty I didn't see her more often."

"Well, no guilt. You love her, and she must have known it."

I nodded, put the letter aside. "Shall we start packing? I don't feel like sleeping."

"Sure. We can get an early start."

Packing didn't take long. Heck, I could have put all my earthly belongings in three suit cases, and thrown away two and not missed them.

The fact of the matter was that I had a crappy job, in a crappy town. I read a lot, and that off Kindle. So a bit of clothes in a carry on and I was good to go.

Liz was another matter. She filled our apartment with good looking clothes, and well she should. Liz had a great job as a model, made much more money than I did, and needed a cargo container to pack all her dresses and lingerie.

So I poured us a couple of drinks, watched her pack three suitcases, big suitcases, there wouldn't be much room in the SUV for anything else, and we whiled away the time.

"What did your aunt do?"

"Apparently she was quite famous for a couple of years, then there was scandal, and she retired to her house. That was where I grew up."

"What kind of a house is it?"

"It's actually a mansion. Way out in the country. Sort of spooky if you're not used to such things."

"Ooh, ghosts and things. Sounds cool."

Liz was holding up dresses and looking at them.

I eyed her lithe form. As a model she was slender, boyish, except for the big boobs she sported.

"You know," I said, "I'm really sad."

"I know, I'm sorry-" she stopped and looked at me. Suspicion was in her eyes. "What?"

"Well, it's an old family tradition, the way to make somebody happy when they are sad."

"Oh, no, here it comes."

"No, no trick, it's just that when our family is in mourning they don't wear clothes."

"That's the tradition, eh?"

"For generations. When my grandmother died grandad took off his clothes and ran naked in the streets."

Liz laughed. "Yeah, right. You make it sound like he was celebrating."

"Oh, no. It's more like a wake. That is, we're supposed to drink a lot and have a sort of a party to remember the deceased."

Liz nodded, a wry look on her face. "So I'm supposed to take off my clothes and your aunt will feel better."

"Oh, yeah. Well, not her so much as me."

"You know what you're full of, don't you?"

"Well, I had a hamburger for dinner, but...no, I'm not kidding. If you're going to properly respect those who have passed on..." I took off my shirt and tossed it aside.

Liz the dresses down, and unbuttoned her blouse. "You mean I can't wear a shirt."

"Nope," I said, taking off my pants. My ding dong was hard and it pushed my panties out.

That's right, panties, and there is a good reason for them. Once, way back when I was single and just getting to know Liz, I had been talking to a girl, and she had gotten mad. She had first accused me of cheating, then she had told me I had to wear panties.

"No woman will sleep with you when you take down your pants and they see you're a sissy," she had explained.

I thought it was a hoot, and at that time I saw it as a chance to take off my clothes in front of her, and maybe to get her to take off her clothes, and...so I did it. And as our relationship had progressed she made me wear panties all the time.

She bought me stretchy, kinky, high rise, low cut, thongs. And, man, they felt cool. That little string running up against your butt, your package falling out all the time...I was hard all the time, and Liz was pretty good about taking care of said package, and so...I wear panties.

Liz took off her shorts. Man, that woman had legs. My dick throbbed a little harder, and suddenly there was a wet spot on the front of my panties.

"Uh oh."

"What?" I asked.

"You're getting too excited." She was looking down at my panties. "We don't want your little peeny getting too excited. It might hurt itself."

And, second confession, I didn't have a large cock. In fact, it was only four inches. I was good with my mouth, however, so Liz didn't seem to mind.

Of course, it always bothered me, but there's not much you can do when God gives you the short end of the stick. Literally.

"I think I'll survive the excitement," I growled, taking off my panties.

"But I might not. I mean, that giant thing..."

When Liz had first seen that I wasn't well endowed she had admitted, later, that she almost left me. But, here's her dirty secret, she likes little penises.

Go figure. A world class beauty, and she would prefer my teeny weenie?

"Liar," I said. "Tell me what you really think."

And here it was. A giggle escaped her and she said, "That thing is so tiny..."

I turned a little red, I couldn't help it, but...it also turned me on.

Humiliation as an aphrodisiac. I wish it weren't so, but there was nothing I could do about my peeny, so I might just as well let her have her jollies-and she did like her jollies-because it made me hard as a rock made of steel.

"That thing is so small I'll need a microscope to see it."

"Come on, give it to me. I can take it." Red-faced, getting off on being embarrassed, my little cock throbbed. I pulled my panties off.

Liz laughed. A real laugh, and pointed at it. "Flea penis. That's smaller than a flea penis!"

"Ouch."

But she took off her panties. And she was grinning. "Promise not to hurt me? Little man?"

"I'll try to, but..." I shrugged.

She crossed the room and knelt in front of me. She was breathing hard. She took my package in hand and lifted it up. "God, that is so fascinating. You've got big balls, but that penis is so small." Then she mouthed it, and took the whole, hard four inches in.

I groaned, because, small or not, it felt good.

In fact, not to go scientific on you, scientists say that with a smaller sex organ there is more sensation. I guess all the nerves are just packed into a smaller space and are more sensitive or something.

Liz squeezed my balls and my knees shook.

"You're easy, you know?"

"I know."

She sucked, and I could feel her tongue swirling around my cock. I shivered and she braced my thigh with one hand.

God, she was beautiful. She was brunette with magnetic green eyes, and she always kept herself in prime condition.

She stood up and said, "Do you think you can fuck me with that little thing?"

I gulped. "I'll try."

She held my cock and pulled me towards the bedroom. We have a one bedroom apartment, so it wasn't a long walk.

We entered the bedroom and she shoved her suitcases onto the floor and laid down. She was still wearing a bra, and I marveled at how her mountains peeked over the lips of the bra. It was a half bra and her nipples were watching me, and they were red and distended.

"Hurt me, baby," she lay back and spread her legs.

I tried, oh, baby, how I tried. First, I mouthed her pussy, and, as I said, I'm pretty good at the oral. It wasn't long before I had her squirming and pulling on my hair, trying to get me up to insert into her.

I resisted, wanting to get her to fever pitch before I subjected her to Mr. Tiny. Finally, however, I moved up. I stopped at her breasts and gave proper worship, licking and sucking those large nipples until she was grinding her hips madly. And I used my fingers while I sucked, so she was properly primed and ready.

Then I slithered up her tight frame, felt her big boobs brushing against my chest, and I was ready to fuck her.

I pushed my penis into her, and she held my face with two hands and said, "Is that all you've got?"

The humiliation almost drove me over the edge right then. The mortification of having such a tiny peeny was almost too much.

She saw it and growled, "Don't you dare cum. Don't you dare!"

I managed not to, but it was a struggle. She began to move her hips, thrusting her hole up to me as if she wanted more, which I always imagined she did. She groaned, and I felt her tight hole going around, and my penis swirled inside it.

The benefit of a small prick: the hole is always tight. Simply, you never stretch it out. So every fuck is like a virgin fuck.

And she, I think the secret is that wanting more makes her hornier. Wanting something she can't have.

She put her arms around my head and gobbled my mouth, licking the taste of her own pussy off my lips.

I pushed down, hard, and wouldn't let up. I didn't want to give my prick a chance to fall out. A tight pussy is liable to spit out the little sperm fishes.

For a long time we ground our hips together, it always took a long time-small dick, you know-but when Liz popped, baby, she popped.

The first clue was her eyes would suddenly open wide, like she was surprised. She would stare at me, and the glaze would try to take over her eyes.

But she fought the glaze, she tried to keep looking at me.

Then the hips jerked. Once, violently, like it was a final attempt to grab onto my cock.

Then she would say something, she'd mutter, through clenched teeth, something like, 'Oh, fuck!' Or just, 'Oh!'

Then she'd grab for me, get her arms around me, and squeeze. She'd hold tight and the ride would begin. Her hips would just go wild, bouncing up and down, and sometimes she would bounce me right out of her. But she would keep moving those hips, jerking, spasming, like a live wire in a puddle And she would make mewling sounds, like a cat whose tail was being pulled off. Then she'd just collapse. It would start with that sequence, go through the jerks and twitches, then...over. Done. Disappeared. Except for the heat surging through her loins, a remembrance of the white ocean that washed her entire.

And that's what she did.

And I held on, and tried to stay in her, and tried to ride it out.

Then, shame of shames, I would go to the bathroom and finish myself off.

That's right, with all that, the beautiful woman and the violent fuck, I couldn't get off in her pussy.

Still, when I was done, when I came out of the bathroom she would be happy. "Did you get off all right."

"Yep," slight embarrassment. And I would climb into bed and she would cuddle and we would hold each other.

Yeah.. I know it's not the normal way sex is done, but I was lucky. Tiny peeny and all, I was lucky.

***

"Mr. Jordan, good to meet you."

I shook the hand of the barrister, and Liz shook his hand, and we were escorted into his office. The other relatives were already there.

Uncle Tommy. A thin, mean-faced fart if ever there was one. My cousins, Beau and Shelley. Twins, and twins in small thinking and mean thoughts. And, of course, Great Aunt Virginia. Her face was like a prune and she looked like she needed prunes. I mean, her face was so squinched I doubted if she'd ever taken a crap. And if she had the toilet had probably run away.

Nobody bothered to say hi, they just stared and glared, and I held onto Liz's hand and guided her to a seat. Later, Liz would tell me that being in front of my relatives was like being in front of a firing squad armed with poisonous snakes.

A very apt description.

The lawyer, James Turnwell, Esq., sat down behind his desk.

"Welcome to you all. I'm sorry for your loss and-"

"Just read the stupid will," Great Aunt Virginia snapped.

The lawyer blinked. But, heck, he should have expected such attitude from this conglomeration of piss ants.

He cleared his throat, took the will out of a large envelope and began to read.

"I, Charlene James, being of sound mind and..."

To cut to the chase, each of the assembled malcontents received five thousand dollars. Four people, twenty thousand dollars. I received eighty-three million and change, on the condition that I live in Aunt Charlene's mansion on a permanent basis for one year.

The room, upon this announcement, burst into angry imprecations. The twins spat at me, both of them, at the same time, then ran from the room.

Great Aunt Virginia used her cane to leverage herself to her feet, sniffed, said she would contest the will, and left. Uncle Tommy followed her, and if he had had a gun he would have used it.

Then I was alone with Liz and the lawyer.

"Well," said the barrister, "That was interesting."

"Heck," I said. "That was unpleasant. Can Aunt Virginia sue me?"

"Yep. But she can't break the will. I put it together myself, and I've studied law in the big city, and...when her lawyers see that will they'll just charge her money and file court documents and give up.

"Why did your aunt leave them all five thousand dollars?"

The lawyer smiled. "That was my idea. If you leave them nothing they can say they were overlooked, but if they get something then they can't." He smiled in a delicious manner. Having met my ill conceived relatives he was enjoying this moment.

"So, I have to live in the house."

"You do. I'll visit every once in a while to make sure you're there, but, one year and you're free to do what you want."

"That's a strange request."

"Forgive me for speaking so plainly, but your Aunt was a strange person." And there was, in his eyes, a bit of consternation. I wondered what he wasn't telling me.

***

Femwood Mansion was just outside the town of Femwood. It was turn of the century-last century-and truly magnificent. And gloomy.

I don't think they intended for it to be that gloomy, but time had warped a few boards, the roof was old style, with turrets and carved shingles. And it hadn't been painted in a lo-o-ong time.

It was weather protected, pretty much, but it just needed a new coat.

When Liz first saw the structure she gaped. "Oh, my God! That's huge!"

I looked at the twenty room monstrosity with fondness.

"It's a big playground," I explained. "I was ten years old when mother died and, well, I had plenty of room to wander, to explore, and Aunt Charlene, or Charley, as everybody called her, let me run loose."

"She sounds like a nice person."

"She was nice. She was strange. She loved me."

"In a way, that's a nice epitaph."

"Yes."

I led the way up the stairs and we stood on the porch for a moment and looked at the grounds. A hundred yards of overgrown lawn and shrubbery, then...woods. Dark woods. Downright spooky woods.

"It's beautiful," whispered Liz.

I smiled. It was beautiful, and I could feel the awe in her voice.

We entered the house and Liz froze. "Oh, my God!"

Aunt Charlene, Charley, had good taste, and she kept the furniture to the time period of the house. The result was highly polished, plush, old furniture that had character.

That wasn't a coffee table, that was a round table for gatherings of friends.

That wasn't a sofa, that was a sofa for giants to have late night couplings.

At the edges of the thick rug we could see the shiny wood, old wood, that stretched into the corridors and gave the house a luster.

"She was strange," I observed, "but she had wonderful taste."

"We're keeping it all," Liz blurted. She turned to me and took my arm and said in a fierce voice, "This is a damned museum."

I kept my smile in and said, "I'll call a truck and have this crap hauled away. We can get wall to wall carpeting-green, maybe, light green-and the windows have to be replaced, and ceiling to floor drapes and-Oof!"

She punched me in the belly. And she had a punch on her. As a model she had traveled the world, and she had quickly learned that nobody takes care of somebody like themselves, if that makes sense. She had studied karate and practiced it daily.

"Well, maybe I spoke too quickly." I gasped. When she punches she doesn't pull her punches. "Maybe just some upgrades to the kitchen?"

She drew her hand back and I raised a hand. "But you'll have the final word."

She nodded. "That's better buster." Then she grabbed my groin and kissed me. Then, grinning, we headed for the kitchen.

And the back rooms, and the second floor, and the whole way we laughed and talked about the small things-mostly maintenance-that we would do. It was a glorious house, and while I was sorry Aunt Charley had died, I was quite glad that I could come home to Femwood.

***

We slept there that night. In the big master bedroom. We had glorious sex, we talked over our plans, and we slept.

What happens in a house when people are asleep?

Do the spiders mate and spin webs of intrigue?

Do the mice do the hootchie in the big room? Play Mozart (Mouseart) and sing Christmas carols?

Do ghosts wander the hallways, holding ancient candelabra, disappearing into the walls and coming out on another floor?

I don't know.

But I did know that I didn't sleep that well.

When the light came through the part in the drapes and the cocks started crowing I was still a bit tired.

Liz was, too, but not as tired as me.

She was up, showered, and cooking breakfast downstairs, and I was fatigued and feeling punk. Real punk.

I pulled on a robe, might have been one of Aunt Charley's, and staggered downstairs.

"Hey, honey!" Liz hit me with a kiss, then studied me. "You all right?"

"Just tired. How'd you sleep."

She frowned. "Okay, but..."

"But what?"

"I feel like I have jet lag." Then she grinned. "But I'm used to jet lag, so la de da."

She pushed me into a chair and slapped a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.

"What we going to do today?" I asked, as I nibbled on a slice of pork.

"Well, that is something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh?"

"I'm leaving you."

"Take the baby with you, but leave the dog and the boat. I want to go fishing."

She laughed. "You are so bad!" She kissed the top of my head, hugged my head, interrupted my eating, but it was worth it. She came around and sat in front of me.

"I'm going home. I need to pack everything and ship it. Probably take me a few days."

"Huh. What's the number of the local whore house?"

She smiled, got up and came around the table, and grabbed my nuts. Still smiling, she asked, "What number did you want?"

"Erk!" I squeaked. I fumbled out, "No number."

She smiled in a most evil manner. "I would hate to deprive you of even this little bit of fluff, but if you ever...EVER...say anything like that again, you'll have a pussy instead of a cock. You got me?"

I nodded. "Yes, dear."

Then she threw a leg over me and said, "Fuck me, bitch."

Oh, God, that was frustrating. With my body bent my cock did not stick out far. And she knew it!

She grinned and ground her pussy into my lap, and kissed me. Then she got up. "Can't even satisfy your wife! What kind of a man are you?"

My face, of course, turned red, and my cock went hard, and I knew what she was doing.

"You're going to leave me like this? Horny?"

"I always leave 'em horny."

"How come you get to talk about your hundreds of big cocked boyfriends you have and I get my nuts torn off if I glance at a passing woman, an ugly woman with no breasts, who's a Lesbian?"

"Hey, if you want an ugly woman with no breasts who's a Lesbian, go for it. Just let me have my way with those hundred, big-cocked gents."

A half hour later I walked her out to the car, and leaned her against it and assaulted her lips.

She kissed back with a ferocity that would have put a tiger to shame, and massaged my horny nuts. Hell, I had cum the night before, but the way she was working me...

"What are you going to do while I'm gone? Seriously?"

"Seriously? I'll probably buy a sit down lawnmower and a case of beer. I'll start looking for workers to fix the roof, replace a few boards. Painting...depends. I mean, that's our life savings we're talking about."

She laughed. "Can a person spend eighty-three million dollars in a lifetime?"

"Yes, but we won't. I might drop by the lawyers and ask him what we should do to keep our dough."

"Good idea. Well, I'm in a hurry, got to see a man about a dildo...or is that a dildo about a man?"

"Oh, crap! Your collection of dildos! I guess I've seen the last of you!"

"Oh, I'll be back. And I'll bring a dildo for you. A big one!"

With that bit of laughter we kissed a final kiss, I patted her ass and squeezed her tit, and she squeezed my testicles, and she left.

I felt very alone, watching the SUV kick up the dust on the way down the driveway.

And I turned and looked at the house.

It was beautiful. And big, and spooky. And it had a feel, like it was watching you. That the windows were eyes and there was something alive behind them, watching, considering, judging.

Huh. Judging. As if a house could pass judgment on a person.

A smile on my face, I sauntered up the walk and mounted the steps. Maybe I could catch a few winks before I began the day's duties.

Author's Note!

PART ONE