Chapter 1

It had all started out as an innocent attempt to find a suitable hobby to fill in the empty hours after the demise of her dearly departed husband Oscar.

Velda Osipov was truly distraught when the workmen arrived at her front door of her no-elevator fifth floor apartment building with the remains of her beloved in a wicker basket thoughtfully lined with plastic sheeting to keep it from leaking. The bits of unrecognizable flesh and bone sitting in a puddle of unsettling blood strangely made her agitated but not faint of heart.

Mister O'Reilly from the Union hall expressed his condolences and offered to have his men transport the remains to Cavanaugh's Funeral Parlor if she was conducive to using the nearby convenient facility to dispose of her husband's remains. Standing there in the doorway with the light streaming in from the skylight behind her, the little group of male carriers hummed with excitement at her highlighted pussy hairs seen easily through the thin linen summer dress. They were each in their own thoughts, but the consensus seemed to be that the widow Osipov was ripe for consoling and they all had secret plans to offer their services at the first opportunity.

The fact that he had been unfortunately caught in an accident involving a lifting crane and an unforgiving bulkhead made no sense to her because only this morning before heading off to work he had pounded her pussy from behind right at the kitchen window looking out at the quiet and peaceful harbor that looked so serene in the crisp morning air. In fact, her quim was still quivering from that last sweet coupling that would be no more without her darling Oscar.

It was a blessing in disguise that they had no children even after hundreds of attempts in the past two years. She had come from an orphanage and didn't have the experience of many siblings like her husband but she did know the terrible fear that those around her would steal the very bread from her mouth if she was not assertive enough to stand up for her rights. Her delicious hour-glass figure was topped by the face of an absolute angel and all of her friends assumed she would have no problem in finding a suitable replacement for poor Oscar.

The problem was really that all of the younger men were already spoken for and those that remained were a mixed breed of drunken sots and lazy slugs. She decided that the single life was best for her after being treated to a drunken beating from a burly laborer with a tiny dick and a heavy hand.

It was at that juncture that she became friends with Madame Valentina who also lived across the hall on the fifth floor all by herself. The mature woman had recently arrived from Romania and had expected her less-than-enthusiastic relatives who lived out on the Island to take her under their wing. She was bitterly disappointed in that regard but her advertisement for "Readings" and "Séances" in the local newspaper kept her a steady stream of clients that was actually better paying than a full time job.

Velda had gotten into the habit of drinking countless cups of tea at Madame Valentina's apartment ignoring the rumble of the elevated train as it passed by a few stories below her dining room window. They only ever got to see the top of the train and never the passengers like the residents on the third floor who were on display 24 hours around the clock. After several months of senseless chatter and the formulation of a plan to delve into her genealogy to fill the empty hours, they traced her lineage back to the country of Romania and a particular valley that seemed to bring a spirit of foreboding to Madame Valentina's facial expression.

When she verified for the third time that she was from a particular village in Transylvania of which she had no knowledge and had absolutely no memory of, Madame Valentina insisted on spreading the tea leaves over the saucer despite Velda's laughter that it made no sense at all.

Velda got a bit concerned when her friend brought out a huge silver cross and draped it around her neck like some badge of warning. She had been happy when they had discovered her great grandmother was a woman of some means and had a nice business providing rooms and food to travelers to the region to see the mountain goats running wild like the boars in the valley.

The older woman read her tea leaves not just once, but twice, and then insisted they must do it a third time to be absolutely certain about the identity of her great grandfather. Velda giggled when the woman told her they had to do the reading absolutely stark naked and wrapped in each other's arms like holiday lovers despite the fact they were of the same gender and it felt quite strange to her to hold such a loving embrace with another female.

She followed the attractive older woman's instruction because she was curious about the identity of her forebears and for no other reason. Certainly, she had no particular lusting for same gender flesh or any desire to taste the lips of Madame Valentina although she had to admit they were quite lush and inviting.

Velda was slowly rocking back and forth in Madame Valentina's arms when one of the trains rumbled past below them. They were suddenly cold as if a window had been thrown open to the chill winter air.

Madame Valentina started shouting at her in a strange language but she surprisingly understood every word. She bent the woman backwards and started to lick her delicately featured face like an animal looking for a tender place to sink its teeth. The scent of the woman's femininity was overwhelming and she had a hunger she never suspected she held deep inside her. The sight of the blood coursing through her neck veins was so intoxicating that she kissed Madame Valentina like she was a first love being sacrificed on the altar of her depraved desire. Her fingers explored the fortune-telling woman's secret feminine nooks and crannies with kinky skill. She rubbed her pussy mound hard into her groin allowing her passion to explode with juicy results wetting them both with sticky love cream that lubricated their joining.

The need to bite the neck of her friend was overwhelming but she found the strength to overcome the urge. In the back of her mind, she had already decided to save that for another day. For right now, one of the sweet young things getting off the train would suffice to fill her needs.