Ghost Story

Things hadn’t been right since she moved in.

She growled under her breath as she reached for her comb only to find it missing. She quickly searched the entire bathroom, everywhere it could have gone, only to turn up empty. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned around, only to find her comb sitting on the counter top in plain sight.

It was subtle at first. Things disappearing, or being moved from where she placed them, only to turn up back if she turned her back on the room. At first she had thought she was losing her mind, that her brake up with Mike had pushed her over the edge into full blown insanity. But she knew things had moved, just like she knew that the comb hadn’t been on the counter top a second before.

The sounds had started next. Bumps in the night, the sounds like someone was walking around her apartment. She had called the cops twice, only to have nothing show up when they arrived, leaving her feeling violated and foolish.

Then the whispering had started…

“Saaaarraaahhhhh…. Saaaarrrraaaaahhhh…” deathly quiet, so that she questioned at first if she had heard anything at all.

The sounds only came in the darkest hours of the night, and she had taken to sleeping with the lights on, not because it did any good, but because it gave her some ghost of security.

The bathroom was the worst by far. At first she had loved the place, the large claw foot behemoth of a tub and the ornate mirror had given her a pleasant feeling of antiquity. But it seemed to be a focal point for the activity. Objects would go missing here more often than anywhere else in the house.

The mirror was the worst.

Things moved in the mirror, things that should be still. More than once she had the uncanny sensation that her reflection was watching her, and she had screamed when it blinked.

But no one believed her. Her friends, what few of them Mike hadn’t taken with him, chalked it up to the break up, saying that things would calm down soon when she felt better, and that she should go out with them more.

She had stopped answering her phone.

The whispers continued.

There was now a nearly unbroken stream of voices from the time the sun set to the time dawn broke, the whispering conversations completely unintelligible, interrupted only when she invited someone over.

She stopped inviting people over.

She wanted so badly to understand what the voices were saying, she had tried talking to them, pleading with them, yelling at them, screaming at them, nothing helped, nothing mattered. The whispers continued.

The touches came later. By this point she had gotten used to the voices, though she was sure at one point that they were talking about her. She had just fallen asleep when something woke her. At first she wasn’t sure what it was, she glanced around the room, lit only by the lamp on her bedside table, and was greeted by nothing, in the background the whispers continued as they always did now. Then she felt it, the cold clammy touch of the grave, the slithering sensation of ice cold fingers trailing up her leg. They stopped when she screamed, which did nothing but cause her upstairs neighbors to pound on the floor again. But as time went on she got used to the touches as well. There was a pattern to them. She noticed that on nights where she was going to be touched the whispers would reach a disturbing crescendo, as though they were trying to warn her about what was coming. The touches never came when she was awake, they always waited until her exhaustion had claimed her.

Then it happened

She wasn’t sure at first what had woken her, the whispers had reached a level she had never heard before and she had resigned herself to another night of bone chilling touches.

She struggled her way to consciousness, confused that the darkness didn’t lift the way it always did when she opened her eyes. She realized with a spike of terror that the lamp on her bed was out, and the whispers had stopped.

Her room was in total silence, and in the chill october air, untouched by her heaters warmth, she heard the sound of another person breathing. She reached for the lamp by her bed but her fingers grasped only air. The cold clammy flesh of the hand she knew so well closed around her throat and she gasped in surprise. The cry that had been on her lips was choked into silence. She could see the outline of another person but she could do nothing, her mind to shocked to even resist his touch. She saw him lean over and gripped herself for the worst, only to feel the brush of another’s lips against hers.

She lay in bed, paralyzed, as his other hand slipped down, ripping her covers off her bed and leaving her naked body exposed to the bone chilling air of her bedroom. Her nipples reacted first, standing erect and proud on her chest as a wave of goosebumps spread across her body. She had long ago started sleeping nude, since the touches were always on her skin no matter how much she wore, and she wished now that she had worn something to bed, her body laid out and exposed in the darkness. She felt his free hand slide down to grasp her breast, playing and teasing the already erect nipple to ever greater heights. She shuddered at his touch and felt her body start to react to the stimulation, it had been a long time since anyone had touched her this way and she hadn’t realized how eager her body would be to have it again.

She tried to moan, but his hand still choked any response from her to silence. She could see nothing but the vague outline of a male figure standing above her in the darkness. The hand that was fondling her breast lifted, disappearing back into the darkness. For a moment nothing happened, then she felt something all to familiar press against the lips of her pussy. His cock was so much bigger than Mike’s had been, dwarfing his pallid member, and it stretched out the walls of her pussy as it forced its way inside of her. The penetration complete the ghostly hand returned to her breast, using it now as leverage. His cock slammed against her and she managed to choke out a moan, the hand lifting from her throat and the sweet chill air flooded into her oxygen deprived lungs. She could feel the gentle pressure against her throat, as though a warning about what would happen if she resisted. She found now that she did not want to resist, her body had reacted to the presence of a cock inside of her and she was desperate for more. She spread her legs, inviting the presence deeper inside of her willing pussy. Her body shook and convulsed as she had the first orgasm she had experienced in months.

All of a sudden the presence above her vanished, dispersing into the air like the smoke of a midnight cigarette. She was left confused and aroused, her pussy aching for the presence of his cock again. She was only left waiting a moment as strong hands took her and flipped her over. She let out a surprised cry as he materialized beneath her and his hand immediately clamped over her mouth, silencing her before she had the chance to do much more than ghasp.

His cock trust again inside of her, filling her cunt with his spectral flesh. She felt her breasts press against his chest but even as close as they were she could see nothing but darkness beneath her.  One hand still covering her mouth his other grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her against him. Instead of resisting she pushed back against his cock as it rose to meet her aching cunt. The sounds of passion filled the room as he fucked her and she moaned into his hand. The bed shook and rocked, striking a staccato rhythm against the wall to the pace of their passion. She exploded again spraying her sheets as she came, her orgasm taking the breath from her lungs and the strength from her legs. He never slowed a beat when she came, his cock continuing to thrust up into her. Until he vanished again. This time she was ready for it and she caught herself as she sank into the bed where he had been a moment before. She looked wildly around the room, both terrified that he would appear and desperate that he do so. She had never been fucked like this before. So rough and passionate like wild animals.

She felt the bed sink in behind her as he rematerialized and she froze in position. Again his strong hands lifted her up off the bed this time lifting her onto all fours. One large, heavily muscled arm slipped around her neck as his cock slipped back inside of her wet desperate hole. She moaned loudly, grateful at the return of the throbbing member as it split her lips again. His pace was hurried and rough, with a sense of urgency to it. She could sense without being told that he was nearing his orgasm. He assaulted her pussy, slamming his cock into her from behind, each thrust forcing her hips down towards the mattress as they absorbed the force of his thrust before springing back up to meet his next. She felt him shudder and he pulled her body tight against his. She could feel his cock twitching and pulsing as though it were pumping her pussy full of cum, but nothing came out. She gasped and collapsed onto the bed as he released her, consciousness fading.

She woke with the first light of dawn, and glanced around her room. She was covered in her comforter and her lamp shone dimly in the morning light as though it had never been gone. As she glanced around her room everything looked to be in order.

Almost she wrote it off as a dream, until she moved and the dull ache radiated from her pussy, the kind of pain that comes only from hard use, and she knew that the night before had really happened. What she wasn’t sure of was if it would ever happen again, or if she would be upset if it did…

 

Ghost Story

Lust of a Ghost Boy

A few months ago I was a complete nobody working in my basement. That changed when the embarrassed shriek cut through my focus. But I’m a bit ahead of myself here. Let’s start at the beginning.

My name is William. For my entire life I have been obsessed with the world of the dead. Not the creepy pentagrams and black candles type, but the gadgets and long stake out type. Through this obsession, I worked every night after school in my basement building a machine. With this machine I hoped to bridge the physical plain and the one just beyond the veil. It was during the first test that something went… haywire.

At exactly 11:43 pm one night, I tested my invention. My invention was supposed to be a doorway. In simple terms, I attempted to combined frequencies often used to communicate with ghosts and electromagnetic power to open a path to the plain where ghosts rest, while not materializing into ours. At first, all I saw was a bright green spark. That was when I felt a pulse of energy hit me in the chest, causing me to black out.

I spent the next week just working on it. It was frustrating and deciding I needed a break, and finally over the novelty of my powers, I went searching for my original purpose. I visited likely haunted places searching for ghosts. After a few days of searching I decided that either ghosts didn’t exist or even with the powers I was still not on the right plain to view them. So I went back to my machine and began working again. I buried myself in my old obsession, trying to forget about Jasmine. Unless she wanted something else from me, I doubted she’d be back.

I regretted not even getting a hand job from her, but at the same time I will never forget the feel of her perfect body under me. I will always hear the sounds of her moans while laying in my bed. I smiled to myself and continued to work, still trying to work out what went wrong.

It took weeks, but gradually I worked out all the bugs in my design. I walked to the control and took a deep breath. Either this would once again go wrong or a doorway to another plain would be created. I pressed the button and my jaw dropped as a swirling green portal sprang to life inside the door way framed by my machine. I was walking toward the doorway when I heard my doorbell. I frowned because it could be Jasmine, or just some random person. The portal wouldn’t last forever, with the power it took to keep it open, but it might be Jasmine.

Slamming my fist on the off button, I made my way upstairs and opened the front door. I almost fell over when I was tackled, a shaking body clutching me around the chest. Looking down, I saw Jasmine’s silky black hair. Gently, I coaxed her to look up at me and I saw tears in her eyes, her eyes red and blood shot. I brushed away her tears and lead her to the couch, sitting her down next to me. I listened while she told me how her boyfriend, now ex, tried to have sex with her and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She ended up using mace on him and running to the only place he wouldn’t look for her.

We spent a while on the couch, just cuddling while she calmed down. It took some time but she eventually stopped crying and fell asleep. I knew I wouldn’t be strong enough to carry her to bed, so I made her comfortable on the couch and laid down on the floor next to the couch so I could be there for her.

Being woken up to the feel of lips on my own was new for me. My eyes opened and I saw Jasmine kneeling over me, pulling back from the kiss she had woken me up with. Our eyes connected for a few long moments before she spoke. “Will, with the chances you had, why didn’t you make me do anything with you?” It was a hard question because I didn’t exactly know the answer myself. I was silent for a few minutes, gently touching her arm, still laying on my back, her knelt over me.

When I finally did answer I do believe it was the truth. “Because despite how we met, I care about you. You’ve been my dream girl since I first saw you freshmen year.” This answer brought a smile to her face and for the second time that morning, she kissed me. I softly touched her face as she kissed me, kissing her back, enjoying the feel of her mouth on mine. She moved over me more still kissing me and my hands slid down her back, gently gripping her as we kissed.

She was panting when she pulled back and gazed into my eyes. Without speaking, she lifted my shirt and start kissing my stomach as she undid my pants. She tugged my pants down and got an up close look at my hard cock. She smiled, because as I knew, my cock, along with my brain, was one of my only two non embarrassing things about me. It was a nice eight inches long with plenty of girth. She was so close I could feel her warm breath on the tip of my cock and I was already leaking precum.

Indescribable. It is the only word that comes to mind when I felt her warm mouth descend over my swollen shaft, swallowing easily seven inches and then sucking her way back to the very tip. It took all my will power not to cum then and there. I focused on the intense look in her eyes and the desire to make her happy gave me the strength to hold back. I watched as her head bobbed, my cock going in and out of her mouth. It was still less than a minutes before I let out a strangely animal sound and came hard in her mouth.

I was shocked when she drained every drop from me and then took her time licking me clean while staring into my eyes. While I recovered, she removed her clothes and moved up, cuddling against me right there on the floor, two naked college kids from two different worlds holding each other. Gazing into her eyes, I saw happiness reflected back at me, a smile on my face that for the first time was true genuine happiness. I kissed her and we just spend the rest of the day cuddling.

Groggy is the appropriate word to use to explain how I felt when I woke up. It was probably why I didn’t realize the change I had gone through right away. I slowly sat up, rubbing my face, and nearly blacked out again when I saw where I was sitting. My chest, heaving from my hyperventilating, was cut in half by the coffee table I was sitting in the middle of. Using my feet, I tried to push away from the table, but I had a sudden horrifying sensation of my feet sinking into the floor. And it was as if when my feet passed through the solid concrete floor of my basement, it broke whatever spell was keeping my incorporeal body in place and I started to sink into the floor.

Suffocating panic. That was something I had no experience with up until that point in my life. My life until then was very boring. Only one word came to mind and that was “up”. It took a moment for the panic to fade and for me to realize I was now floating above the table, only half of my foot still phased through it.

Now, I’m going to skip the whole cliché, superhero power testing montage and just tell you what I found out. Over a couple days, I found out that I could fly, pass through solid objects, turn invisible, and if I concentrated hard enough, do the same with any number of things other than myself. It is truly impossible to explain just how exhilarating having these abilities is.

What I mentioned when I started sharing this story was my life changing, no longer being a nobody. I wish that was in a good way. Let me take a second to explain myself. I am a 5’6, 120 pound, 22 year old geek. I was literally a nobody. Ironically, before my accident, I was already like a ghost in the halls of my university. That changed eight days after my accident.

Being the lonely geek I am, once again I feel victim to a typical cliché. Using my powers, I snuck into the female dorms. I ghosted from room to room, seeing women of all college ages in all states of dress. Of course this was my first time ever seeing a woman naked, and now there was a sea of endless opportunities. It was a few minutes into my exploring that I wondered unseen into her room.

Jasmine Chambers. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life. 5’5, black hair, green eyes, ivory skin, perky full breasts and the sexiest heart shaped ass. I nearly came in my underwear when I wondered into her room. She was naked, picking out what she was going to wear tonight at the clubs. Due to visual stimulation, I was experiencing the strongest erection of my young life.

With little control of my own body, I started to masturbate while watching her walk around the room rifling through clothes and posing in the mirror. As I neared climax, my eyes drifted closed and my hand moved faster over my stiff shaft. It was seconds before I came that I heard the shriek. My eyes flew open and I saw a naked Jasmine, staring at me, her hands moving to cover her naked body. Seeing her naked again pushed me over the edge and despite no longer stroking myself, cum erupted from my cock. One of the strongest orgasms of my life sent my thick seed towards Jasmine, cutting off her shriek when a thick rope of my cum hit her in the face.

By the time she got over the shock of being hit in the face with my cum, two more streaks of cum hit her in the neck and chest, the last of my cum dripping onto her carpet. Covering her chest with one arm, she picked up a heavy history book and threw it at me, aiming for my face. Embarrassed and drained, I couldn’t focus on my powers, and did all that was left for me to do. I ran from her room, through the dorm and toward the house I lived in off campus.

So that’s how I went from being a complete nobody, to being the pervert that hid in Jasmine Chambers room and came all over her naked body. I was pacing my basement almost a day later when I heard my door bell. Fearing some jock boyfriend or worse the Dean, I slowly made my way toward my front door. When I opened the door, my heart nearly stopped. Standing at my door, alone, was Jasmine Chambers. She was wearing what seemed to be as much clothing as possible and still be comfortable. Her eyes kept avoiding mine at first but seeming to decide something, she forced herself to look me in the eyes which of course caused my own to drop.

The steadiness of her voice surprised me a little when she spoke to me. “I saw what you did. I was alone, so I can’t prove it, but I saw you in the mirror, appear out of thin air in the corner of my room, while I was… ” She let the sentence go unfinished and just stared at me. Slowly, I forced myself to look up at her and spoke as steadily as I could. “If you already know you can’t prove it, why come here and tell me you know my secret?”

Her beautiful green eyes narrowed, as if I was threatening her. I wasn’t of course, I just had no social skills. Then she smiled. It wasn’t a beautiful, charming smile, but a cold balls-in-a-vice smile. “Because everyone saw you run from my room naked. I could at the very least get you kicked out and arrested. Then you would have to expose yourself to get free. So I believe the first step here is, I want to see what you can do, and then I’ll decide what I will or won’t do.”

Despite the whole blackmailing thing, I was ecstatic. Jasmine Chambers wanted to come into my house and spend time near me. I kept myself from smiling and lead her inside away from any possible prying eyes. “I will, but you have to leave your purse, overcoat, and hat here. I’d prefer any possible ways of filming me be left here.” She did as I asked and followed me down into the basement away from windows. I guess she didn’t think I was going to hurt her because she didn’t even hesitate.

I took my time, showing off, but she sat still not saying or doing anything, analyzing, much like I would. It made me wonder why she wasn’t in more classes like mine, instead of a design major. Maybe she just didn’t like science. I showed everything, finishing by showing how I could affect other things by reaching through the small coffee table, grabbing my bag that was under it and pulling it through the table.

Jasmine started pacing around my basement thinking. I sat quietly on the couch and watched, curious as to what she’d ask me to do. What she didn’t know was that I had already come up with a plan of my own and would get something I wanted as well. When she finally stopped pacing, she started at me. “So this is how it will be. If I want something, or if I want something done, you will do what you have to do help me out.” She nodded, finalizing the deal and looked at me again, waiting for me to agree, to admit defeat.

Feeling more confident than I had my whole life, I stood up and gave her a faint smile. Seeing my smile took the edge off her’s. “I’ve been thinking. Yes, you could call the cops, get me arrested, even kicked out. But with these powers I don’t need school and I won’t spend time in jail. On the other hand, I could also claim victim and tell them that you invited me, got me naked, and played some cruel prank on me. I am certain that at least one person in the jury at my trial was picked on at some point in their lives and they will be at a standstill, letting me go free.”

I took a few steps toward her, slowly gaining more and more confidence. “So, this is what I see happening. You can have what you want, but it will cost you of course. You can say no, but with no leverage over me, there is nothing stopping me from doing whatever I want anyway.” I had to keep my hands clenched tightly to keep from shaking, the adrenaline of confronting someone for once in my life putting me a little on edge. I made my way back to the couch and sat, waiting for her response.

The cold smile turned into an almost dark frown. She stared at me for a long time and finally spoke. “I guess, after what I saw in my room, the only thing you could possibly be seeking would be sex.” There were no mirrors in the room, but I know exactly how I looked when I reacted because I am of course a scientist. My eyes widened, pupils dilated, my breathing grew shallow and rapid, sweat beaded on my forehead and my mouth was suddenly dry. Also, I of course suddenly had a raging hard on.

I’m sure, then, I would have settled for much less. Touching her perfect body, a hand job, maybe even just a kiss. I had of course had none of these, and here she was offering all and more. I took a deep breath and thought of pickles. That may seem very strange, but if you think of anything sour your mouth will usually start to water and I used this to gain control of myself again. I wet my lips, leveled my breathing, and forced myself to relax before speaking.

“That would of course depend on the favor you are asking.” I could have demanded sex for every favor, but instead I would make it easier for her to ask for small things and then get as additiced to my power as I was and make it more likely for her to offer sex for a bigger favor. She just smiled, seeing a way out of having sex with some geeky basement hermit.

“Fine, I will be back in a few days after thinking about it some.” She stared at me for a few moments and then turned, leaving in a hurry. I followed her to the door and then locked it behind her, leaning on the door. Wanting the sight of her face fresh in my mind, I didn’t even bother to move before pulling out my straining cock. Images of her naked and fabricated images of us having sex played across the inside of my eyelids like a movie, giving me a powerful orgasm. I couldn’t wait for the real thing.

Four days had passed and I had returned to classes. I always sat in the back, away from my laughing classmates. I avoided populated hallways and the caf, not wanting to give anyone that saw or heard what happened a chance to harass me. It was starting to worry me that she hadn’t come to me yet, and I wondered if I should just move on and go back to doing whatever I wanted to do. That night, while I was going over my invention to see if I could tell what had gone wrong, I heard my doorbell.

When I opened the door, Jasmine walked in without being invited in. I just smiled and closed the door behind her. Turning to face her, I waited for her to speak, letting her lead for now. She crossed her arms and spoke clearly. “I need the answers to my history exam. I’ve never been very good at it, and with what’s been happening, it’s been a little hard to study for the test.” She gave me an accusing glare and I just suppressed a laugh.

Considering it was partly my fault why she needed help on the exam and that it would be relatively easy, I decided not to ask for much. Plus, I didn’t think I’d last more than two seconds having sex with her and I wanted her to enjoy sex with me so she would be more willing to offer it again. I nodded and stood up. “I think I could do that for a kiss.”

She couldn’t hide her surprise at what I wanted in return. She surely expected more, but I wanted to start slow. I could rush head long into it, but not only did I want her to enjoy it, but I also didn’t see a ten second roll in the hay to be worth all this trouble. She started to speak but I held up a hand. “No, not after, now.”

Sighing, she walked toward me and stood there staring at me. I was a little uncomfortable, nervous, but I wouldn’t back out now. Stepping close, I lowered my head a little to make up for the height difference and kissed her. I cupped her face and put my desire for her into my kiss. Being my first kiss, it was awkward, but when I stepped away I could see her pupils were dilated and her cheeks were flushed. I know it didn’t even rank on her best kiss list, but she clearly enjoyed it a little.

Still a little flushed, she turned and walked toward the front door. “I’ll be waiting in my room for the answers. The test is in two days.” She left, closing the door behind her and I sat down heavily on a chair, playing the kiss over and over in my head.

It was easy enough to steal the test. I just waited a few hours after she left, when it was well past midnight and then headed for the main building where all the core classes were taught. I drifted up to the window of her history lecture hall and passed through the wall toward the desk. I found the test and then took my time leaving. I made my way to her dorm instead of home and once again explored a little before going to her room.

Most of the women were sleeping, but I did see other things. Some were studying, some were doing whatever hobbies they did in their free time like painting or writing. I even saw one having sex with her boyfriend. I paused to watch for a few minutes before moving on. When I finally made it to her room I was hard. Ignoring my hard on, I made my way to Jasmine’s bed. She was asleep and I just stood there, watching her sleep. Instead of disturbing her, I set the test on her night stand and left, heading home.

It was ten days before she came to my house again. This time she wanted me to help her pull a prank on the bitch in her dorm that always had something nasty to say to her because she was jealous. Pranks were fun, so I’d enjoy it to. All I asked for was to see her naked again. She hesitated a bit, but slowly started to strip off her clothes. Decided to keep with my new confident streak, I walked to her and helped her undress. She didn’t stop me, just watched my hands.

When she was completely naked, I took a step back and looked her absolutely gorgeous body from head to toe. Her eyes flickered down to the tent in my pants but she just bit her lip, letting me look as much as I wanted. I then stepped close and kissed her again. Maybe it was the fact that we had already kissed, or that I didn’t grab anything, but she let me kiss her, my hands gently touching her face.

Clearly flustered from the kiss, Jasmine quickly got dressed, told me to be in her door that night at eight and made a hasty exit. I may not be her type, but apparently being naked and kissing someone was enough. Smiling, I sat on my couch and took my time pleasuring myself to fresh memories of her naked body, the feel of her soft lips, the taste of her mouth.

The prank turned out to be a little more than I had anticipated. She had me take this girl, Cassandra, out of her room without waking her up and lay her naked in the hall way. I would then cum on her face and pull the fire alarm before she woke up. The result was every woman in the dorm calling her a drunk whore by the next morning. I enjoyed it, because Cassandra was attractive, but I did wonder if she was enough of a bitch to deserve what I did.

There were a couple more exchanges. I took naked pictures of her to scare an ex boyfriend of her’s that was telling lies about her around school. I woke him up in the middle of the night, making it look like his letterman jacket was hovering above the bed. While giving him some spiel about being a better person or else, I experimented with my powers. No where near strong enough to rip the jacket in half, I focused on an imaginary line down the middle of the jacket and turned the fibers incorporeal, making it look like it had been ripped in half and then dropped the two halves of the jacket, flying out of his room unseen.

Next, she wanted me to follow her boyfriend around. She had feared that he was cheating on her for a while. This of course seemed hypocritical to me considering what she was willing to do with me having a boyfriend. Deciding to take it up a step I wanted a bit more. I had her strip again and then told her to lay on the bed. She looked a little hesitant when I moved onto the bed, but I guess she was put at ease by the fact my clothes were still on.

I took my time just exploring her body. When my hand curled around her firm, perfect breast, I made a mess of my underwear. At that moment, I didn’t even care if it would show on the outside of my pants. I spent a couple minutes touching, squeezing, and kissing her soft breasts. I gently rolled her over and moved down, cupping her plump cheeks in my hand. The heart shape of her ass was very sexy, but that didn’t prepare me for the feel of it in my hands, my fingers sinking into the supple flesh.

It took me a few moments to regain my composure and continue. I rolled her over again and looking up at her gently spread her legs. I feared I may have been pushing it, but she only watched me, not stopping me just yet. My hands moved up to her inner thighs and moved her legs further apart, giving me a full close up look at what all straight men dream about. Not wanting to rush the moment, I kissed her strong, perfectly shaped thighs, working my way north.

She seemed both hesitant and excited. I could see the moister building up, and feel the tensing in her upper thighs and stomach. Still, refusing to remain a pathetic geek for the rest of my life, I kept going. Looking up into her eyes, I started to kiss her outer lips. Like any shut in with a normal sex drive, I had watched plenty of porn. With a basic knowledge of where everything was and what it all did, I wasn’t quite as awkward as when I kissed her.

With my thumbs I spread her lips and looking down at what was before me, I started licking. She tasted just as I had expected and I enjoyed every drop. At first I was just testing the waters, but when she didn’t push me away or yell for me to stop, I lowered my face and put all my porn watching and erotica reading to use. My inexperienced tongue moved from teasing her opening to flicking over her clit. Each touch of that little hot spot made her gasp. I was guessing that all my exploring had left her teased and in need.

I focused on her clit for a while, sucking, licking, even rubbing it some, watching her squirm and moan. I was enjoying the control oral sex gave me over her, every little touch making her react more, moan louder. I lowered my hand, sliding two fingers into her tight opening as I continued to suck on her swollen clit. My tongue danced over the sensitive skin in my mouth while my fingers moved deeper inside her. She was moaning, arching off the bed when my fingers found a weird little spot inside her. When I put some pressure on this spot and rubbed it, she let out a loud squeak and clutched at my head as she started to convulse. I kept rubbing and sucking until she begged me to stop.

Rolling off her, I watched as she panted, a soft sheen of sweat on her beautiful body. The front of my pants were dark from cum stains and I was still rock hard, but I just watched her get up, get dressed and leave. I had to masturbate four times before I had enough relieve to go to sleep.

I spent the next two weeks following her boyfriend around. It was boring because he was the typical college jock. It turns out that when she thought he was cheating on her, he was going to the strip club. I was disappointed and Jasmine was relieved. While it wasn’t noble what he was doing, it wasn’t cheating either. I went home after telling her and went back to working on my experiment.

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Lust of a Ghost Boy

Halloween Witch

On an unseasonably cold Halloween Night, I was walking along the road, trying to get to my friend’s house where a party was being held. The party was in honor of the fact that I had just purchased my first house and everyone was happy because finally the old General’s house would have someone living in it. I had always loved that old house, and I had always said that I would buy it some day. I never really believed that I would have the opportunity to do it though.

When I rounded the corner I found, to my dismay, that there was a huge crowd at my friend’s house. I was told that it was just going to be a small affair, but I guess I was mistaken. Before I can retreat and leave though I am grabbed and brought further into the melee. My friend spots me and comes over right away.

“I am so sorry! This was just supposed to be a small gathering, and then we were going to go over to your new place, but when everyone heard that you had bought the General’s old place, they all wanted to come. If you would like to not have everyone at your place, that is very understandable.”

I look around at the huge gathering and mentally shrug my shoulders. “I understand. My new house has been the neighborhood’s eerie, creepy place since anyone can remember. I am just glad that I was able to buy it and get it fixed up so quickly. Just let me run home and get some things put out. If you want to come by at about 9:00, that would be great. I would love to show off the house.”

“Mira…Everyone says that the place is haunted. Have you seen anything yet?” I laugh and shake my head. “There is a story that if a lady is alone there on Halloween, the General comes to visit her. He is looking for the witch that put the curse on him that gives him eternal youth, on Halloween and only on Halloween. It is said that if he can find her and make love to her, then he will be able to stay a young man and not return to the grave at the end of the night.”

“Honestly, do you really believe in that? Just for that, I, a virgin, will stay there tonight and see if the General actually does come. If he does, I hope that he’s in full uniform.”

“Mira! How can you talk like that? I know that you are a virgin, but are you serious about staying there all night alone?”

“What is different about tonight than any other night? I have spent plenty of nights there alone and I have seen or experienced nothing. I am hoping that tomorrow morning will bring a changed lady to light. I am tired of being the last virgin in the area. I would love it if he would come and make me woman full and true.” I can see that my friend is truly shocked at what I just said, but it is the truth. I am tired of still being a virgin. Maybe the General can take care of the problem tonight. Turning from my friend I make for the nearest door and exit the madhouse that is the party that she is hosting.

I practically run back to my house. When I get back I notice that there is a light on in the bedroom that I do not remember leaving on. Quickly I run up the stairs to the second floor. As I open the door to the bedroom, a part of me notices that it is not the electric light that is on, but an oil lamp that I left next to my bed. That wasn’t the surprising part though. There was a young gentleman sitting on the end of the bed in period clothes. As I enter the room, he looks up at me.

“Please tell me that you are the one that I have been searching for.” His voice has a wonderful soft Southern drawl to it that just makes my knees weak.

“I hope that I am. I have heard stories of the General. Are you him?”

“I am.”

“Then please, do what you will to me and see if I am the one that you are searching for. I would have you make me a woman tonight, Sir.”

“You are a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“Then come. Let us make love and see if you are indeed the witch that has placed this curse on me.”

“What must I do?”

Standing, he walks over to me and gently pulls me into the room further. Quickly he helps me out of my clothing and lays me down on the bed. “Just lay there and I shall do the deed. Spread your legs for me and I shall come to you. Close your eyes for I would not have you fearful of me. I am quite large for a virgin, and the last one was a terrible experience for she saw me and grew scared. I would have this be a night of pleasure, not a night of rape.” Laying back on the bed I notice that he is a very good looking young man. The last thought I have before I close my eyes is that I feel so removed from what is going on. It almost feels like I am just a spectator watching all of this happen.

I feel the bed dip under his weight and then I feel his body cover mine. When I feel his manhood between my legs I sigh in pleasure. He is very large, but I somehow know that he will be gentle with me. As he presses it into me I feel it enter me and somehow I know that I am going to be the one that he has been searching for. Tearing my virginity apart as he enters is a feeling of relief and I cry out in pleasure. Pulling out he rams back into me. I now understand why my friends have been after me for so long to at least have an affair. Every time he presses into me it is like fireworks going off in my head.

Suddenly he stops. With a cry I see a shimmer form around him and he falls down on top of me. When he presses himself up I see a difference in him. Immediately I know that the curse has been lifted. A look of wonder is on his face.

“I cannot remember when I felt actually alive! Thank you my virgin!” With that he pulls out, only to slam into me harder than he did before. With each thrust he gets harder and more intense until finally he stops inside of me. I can feel him erupting as I reach my first mind-shattering orgasm. Pulling out he rolls over to the side and lays there breathing very heavily. “My Lady! How can I ever thank you for what you have done for me? I am now free of the curse and free to live the rest of my life.”

Wouldn’t you know it? At that moment there is a knock on the door. “Oh my! I forgot! My friends were coming over to see the house! I have nothing ready!”

“My Lady, I would help you. Please tell me what you require of me.”

Frantically I think for a minute. “Go down and let them in. Tell them I will be down in a minute as I am just finishing my costume. If you would go into the kitchen and find the veggie tray I’ll be down before you have to put anything else out. Thank you so much!” Quickly I turn back to him as he gets ready to leave the room. “By the way, what is your name?”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. My name is Jeremiah. I shall do as you have requested.” With a slight bow he is out the door and I hear him going down the stairs.

Quickly I get into the dress that I had set aside to wear tonight. It is a period dress and will look very nice with Jeremiah’s uniform. Thankfully it is very easy to get into. In just a couple of minutes I am exiting my room and walking down the central staircase. Looking down I see Jeremiah talking with my friend Becky. Hurrying down the final few steps I reach out for Becky and bring her into the kitchen with me.

“Becky! You were right! It was awesome. He’s the General.” I knew that my friend would be shocked, and I was right. “I know that I said that didn’t believe in ghosts, but after tonight, well I have no reason not to. He was awesome! It was amazing to see the curse be lifted from him and feel him become, well, normal.”

“Are you saying that he already fucked you?” I nod my head. “Wow! He works quick. Tell me, was it any good having sex with a ghost?”

I grin at my best friend. “It was wonderful! He was wonderful. Now, though, I don’t know what I am going to do with him. He is human again, so I am not sure how to proceed.”

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I see Jeremiah come to the door of the kitchen. From the look on his face I can tell that he wants something. “Yes, Jeremiah?”

“Can I see you alone for a moment?”

I turn to my friend. “Becky, can you put out the munchies? I’ll be back in a minute.” Becky nods and we go into a back room that I have made into a guest room.

Throwing me down onto the bed, he quickly loosens his pants and throws my dress up to my waist. “My Lady, please, I feel that I need to make love to you again. I feel so different than I have the past nights that I have materialized. Please, let me.” From the urgency in his voice I can tell that he is, indeed, scared that something will go wrong and he will return to the grave at the end of the night.

“Jeremiah, Sir, you may.” With those few words spoken he rams himself into me and kisses me hard at the same time. Very quickly I can feel him cumming in me and I know that by morning I am going to be very sore.

Very soon we are back out to my guests and I am giving them the tour of the renovations that I have made. When we get to the backyard I notice that there are about ten other Civil War costumed men milling about. One of them, upon seeing Jeremiah, saluted and proceeded past us. I guess that in helping him come back to life I have helped others in his unit as well.

After everyone has left, Jeremiah calls the rest of his men together and talks to them for a few minutes. Before coming to me I can see that he is telling them to wait for his signal.

“My Lady, I am afraid to say that even though you have helped me get my life back, I do not even know your name.”

I chuckle, for that thought had occurred to me as well. “I am Mira. My parents had a very interesting streak in them. I was born on Halloween, and my mother decided to name me after the one lady in her past that everyone considered a witch.” I shrug. “Maybe I am a bit of a witch if I was able to bring you back to life.”

“Thank you, Miss Mira. I assume that by now you have figured out that these are my men. Unfortunately they have the same curse upon them, with one difference. They were cursed by the same witch. After I have become human again, they have but that night to fuck the same woman to become real as well. If they do not before the sun rises, then they are doomed for eternity to walk the graveyard where they are buried.”

“So, Jeremiah, you are telling me that before the sunrise I will be fucked by ten more men?” I have to stop and think about this. Do I really want to be fucked that many times in one night? “Have them come upstairs one at a time. You must be there though to make sure that your men do not get out of control.” What am I doing? Am I out of my mind? In 5 hours I will be fucked by ten ghosts that will turn into real men. Then what do I do with them? I am insane.

“Miss Mira, I know that some of these men will want to fuck you in the ass. Would you have a problem with that?” Stunned, I never thought that they would really do that, I look over at Jeremiah. “If you would like, I could go first and get you ready for that, for I have witnessed it being done and I can tell you that it does hurt the lady until she is use to it.”

Quickly I think about it. “No, Jeremiah, but thank you. I would just rather have them come and get it done. Please bring the first gentleman with you, as I will be ready in a couple of minutes. Bring them to the back bedroom on the first floor though. That one is the guest room.” Turning, I walk back into the house and go directly into the bedroom to take off my clothes. Taking a deep breath I do not hear Jeremiah come in behind me.

“Mira, thank you. You do not know how much it means to me, knowing that my men will finally have the curse lifted from them as well.” Putting his hands on my shoulders he can feel me trembling. “If this gets to be to much for you, then I will stop it. You do not know how much I hate to ask this of you, for I can tell that you are, in fact, a lady. You should not have to do this.”

Turning towards him I rest my head momentarily on his shoulder. “When you get to know me better, you will find that once I have said that I will do something, I will do it. How should I be positioned for the first one?”

Without giving it a single thought he tells me to get on my hands and knees. “That way, as soon as one has been freed of the curse, the next one can come in. For the ones that enjoy the ass, that is the best position for them as well.” He motions for the first one to come in. “Here is Obadiah. He is my right hand man. I could do nothing with out him. There were many times after a battle that he would find me and patch me up.”

I feel someone grab my hips and before he can slam is cock into me I hear Jeremiah tell him to take it easy. “But, Sir! Isn’t she the witch whore that put that curse on us?”

“Obadiah, she was a virgin before I took her. Be easy on her.”

“Yes, Sir.” With that he presses into me and I have to groan as I feel his manhood go all the way in. Before I can get use to it though he is pounding in to me over and over again. Without looking at him I can see the shimmer and I know that his curse has been lifted. Jeremiah must have done something, because before I feel him cum he pulls out. Breathing heavily he backs away. “Thank you, my Lady. You have given me back my life.” With that he straightens out his clothes and leaves the room.

Before the next one can come in Jeremiah comes over and sits on the floor by me. “I thought I should warn you. The next one is known to be a little rough and to not pay any attention when the girl is screaming. He is also one that like to put it in the ass.”

“Thank you for the warning. Hopefully I won’t be screaming, but don’t worry. I can take it. Please, just be here for me, that’s all I can ask right now.” Without any warning I feel two hands on my hips and a manhood pressing against an opening that I never thought to be anything other than an exit. I gasp at the sheer size of this manhood, for it feels larger than anything I had imagined.

“Mira, just relax.” Looking at the man behind me he admonishes him to be gentle with me. “I am right here, Mira. I will not leave you.” I feel this huge manhood press against me and I can feel the pain start. “Just breathe, My Lady, and soon it will be done.” Harder and harder he presses against me, and just when I think that he is to big and it won’t fit I feel it slip inside. With a scream I tense up and pull forward. “Timothy, stop! Give her a minute.” I shake my head and Jeremiah tells him to continue. Pulling almost all the way out he shoves himself back in hard and I bite down so that I won’t scream. Harder and harder he rams himself into me until I see the now familiar shimmer. With a cry he pulls out and leaves.

As I am trying to catch my breath, I look over at Jeremiah and I can see that this is not easy for him to watch. Finally I get the chance to ask what I have noticed. “Why are they not cumming in me as you did? Is that not part of the lifting of the curse?”

“My Lady, none of the men will spill their seed into you in case you are to become pregnant this night. They want to have the knowledge that the child is mine.” Pregnant? I hadn’t even thought about that. Stunned, I do not feel the next man come in until he is pressing into me. For the rest of the time, I am in shock. I do not hear anything that is said between Jeremiah and his men until I feel another manhood pressing against my ass. “My Mira, are you back with me? I know that you have been in shock, but please come back to me. This is the last man, and he is wondering if he may fuck you hard. The sun is almost rising, My Lady.”

I look back and I see this young man standing behind me. He had to be just in his early 20’s. “Fuck me hard and make me scream.” That is all that he needed to hear. Slamming into me he tears a scream out of me. “Yes! Fuck me harder!” Pain swirls around me almost like a mist until I see the shimmer and I know that he made it and he is a real person now as well. Quickly he pulls out. I never see Jeremiah lean forward to catch me as I fall to the ground.

Gently he picks me up and places me on the bed. His men all come into the room and look down at me as for a moment I transform into the witch that cursed them and then I am back to myself. Gently, one of the men picks up the comforter that is folded on the end of the bed and places it over my ravaged body. As they watch, a shimmer comes over me and they hear the witch’s voice: “Because she has been the one and has helped you all, she will only suffer the effects of the General. It will be as if none of you had fucked her this night.” With that, the curtains flutter at the window and all is still. Filing out of the room the men take one last look at me and then at their General and they all know that he loves me. They all go out onto the porch and watch the first sunrise that they had seen in many years.

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On My 18th Birthday

She had been both awaiting this day and dreading this day for a long time. Her 18th birthday party. She had turned 18 just a few days before, but the town tradition was to wait until the first weekend after turning 18 in order to celebrate. Her town however was a little different than any other.

Long ago the town had been in danger of dying off. For a reason no one had ever been able to figure out many of the women in the town had a great deal of trouble conceiving children, and many of those that were conceived had been born sickly an weak, often falling before a childhood ailment before reaching adulthood. Weak sperm had been blamed for the problem. For a time they had despaired, many had moved away or simply given up on having children. Then an unnamed resident had come up with an idea: have every man in town attempt to impregnate a woman at the same time. He had reasoned that if all of the men inseminated a woman at the same time then only the strongest sperm would reach the egg. Although it had taken some convincing in the end it had worked. The women were again giving birth to healthy and robust children. In order to keep the population of the town up it had been decided that on a girl’s 18th birthday, every man in town, baring her relatives of course, would gather to celebrate her birthday and usher her into motherhood. Now her town was not so barbaric as to force women to participate, and many women did refuse, however almost invariably the women who refused later gave birth to sickly and ill children, and often elected to participate in the gangbang latter.

Even though by the standards of her town it was perfectly normal, expected even, she was still nervous. She was excited to be a mother, it was something she had wanted for as long as she could remember, and she was excited to finally be fucked. But still, she was nervous. After all it would be her first time, and her last time until she got married, with the exception of the birthday gangbang premarital sex was something that just wasn’t done in her town. She would be losing her virginity and getting pregnant on the same night.

She slowly got dressed, her mom had advised her not to wear any underwear, as the men sometimes worked themselves into a frenzy before a pregnancy party and underwear rarely survived the experience, and to wear something loose that was easy to take off. She opted for a blue sundress and nothing underneath it. She felt a little silly, she had never gone out in public without underwear before, and given the time of year she was worried that she would be cold, though she supposed that she wouldn’t have to worry about it for long.

At last the time came and she headed downstairs. She kissed her parents goodbye and they both wished her luck. She made the short walk to the convention center and shivered in the cold of the late autumn air. Most of the houses she passed were dark and empty. Although pregnancy parties were typically male driven affairs some of the women from the town would come to watch, either to make sure their men got a turn, or because they got some sort of perverted thrill out of the event. Couples breaking off from the group to have some fun of their own was not unheard of. As she approached the convention center she saw the crowd that was gathered in front of it and felt her legs go a little weak. It looked like literally every man in town above the age of 18 was present. She saw one of her ex boyfriends hanging around the edge of the crowd and realized that every man meant the ones that she didn’t care for too…

She passed through the crowd, feeling a few stray hands brush against her body as she went. She could feel the excitement in the air and some of the men were having trouble controlling themselves. She made her way to the breeding hall and looked around a bed had been set up in the center of the room and already the room was full to bursting with men in every state of dress, from fully dressed and calm, to completely naked with their cocks in hand. She walked over to the table that had been provided for her and started to undress. She had originally planned on saying something to the crowd, some kind of greeting, but she found that once she got there her words failed her. As she stood before the group, completely bare before a man for the first time since childhood, she gulped and managed a few words “let’s begin shall we?” she said, the tremble of both excitement and fear filling her voice.

The crowd rushed forward, surrounding her in the space of a breath. The men who were already undressed had an advantage over the rest and she found herself being urged to her knees, surrounded by naked men that she had known for most of her life. A number of cocks were presented to her and she accepted one into her mouth before taking another two in her hands. She did her best with her limited experience, stroking the cocks with each hand while trying to suck on the cock in her mouth at the same time. She found that trying to do all three at the same time was rather difficult, like trying to rub your stomach and pat your head at the same time. She gagged slightly as the cock in her mouth pressed forward, forcing her to take all of its length into her mouth. All at once an explosion of cum filled her mouth taking her completely by surprise. She swallowed instinctively and the man withdrew. In a moment another cock was in front of her and she took this one into her mouth as well. She heard a groan over the noise in the room and something hot and sticky splashed onto her left breast. Without stopping her motions she realized that the cock in her left hand had cum, leaving her sticky and covered in his seed. Moments later the other cock followed suit and she was again coated in cum.

Hands pawed at her, cupping her breasts, rubbing her ass, a few brave finger quested inside of her pussy, exploring the tight hole. She moaned a little at the intrusion but did her best to keep up with the cocks in front of her. Time passed and she swallowed a few more loads of cum. She did her best not to make eye contact with any of the men around her shy and embarrassed to be in the position she was.

After a time she was urged to her feet, and almost lifted off the ground by the men around her, and carried to the bed. One man was already laying on the bed and she crouched above him, unsure of what to do. He lined his cock up with her asshole and pulled her down on top of him, taking the length of his cock inside the virgin hole. Before she had a chance to even express her surprise at this occurrence another cock forced its way inside her pussy, pinning her between the two men. She opened her mouth and moaned loudly as the two cocks thrust inside of her, one of the men around her took the opportunity and thrust his cock inside her open mouth, monopolizing her last hole. She groaned around the cock in her mouth as the two men started to work in tandem, one thrusting in while the other pulled back before again slamming inside of her. She had expected anal sex to hurt more than it did, but the man below her must have been well lubed. She found that so long as she did her best to relax she rather enjoyed the sensation.

After a moment the cock in her pussy exploded, coating the inside of her cunt with his cum. As he pulled out she felt the first of the cum start to trickle out of her pussy. Scarcely a second passed before another man took the firsts place, thrusting inside of her roughly. He took less care with her than the last, making no effort to time his thrusts with the man filling her ass. She had little attention to spare as the cock in her mouth coated her throat with his cum, leaving her to again swallow the load of sticky sweet fluid. She looked up and realized that the man inside of her now was her next door neighbor, someone who had watched her as a child, she shuddered as he threw back his head and came. She felt the load of cum take its place inside of her, flowing out of her already full pussy and joining the stream. Again she had scarcely a second before another man took his place. This one took more care with her, rubbing and playing with her clit as he slowly worked his cock back and forth in her tight hole. She convulsed and moaned as the first orgasm she had ever had rocked through her. Her partner got off on seeing her orgasm and his cum quickly joined the others. The man below her grabbed her hips and thrust deeply into her ass and she felt his cum fill her.

She was lifted to her feet as the man below her worked his way free, she could feel the flowing stream of cum, now flowing from both her ass and her cunt, dripping down her leg. Another man took his place on the bed and she was again urged down. This time she took the cock below her and guided it into her pussy, facing the man on the bed. He reached up as she took his cock into her and played with her sticky, cum soaked breasts. She moaned again, enjoying the stimulation of her nipples, another new experience for her. As he started to thrust into her she felt someone behind her. She expected another cock to work its way into her ass, but instead it forced its way in alongside the other in her pussy. She cried out as the two cock stretched her formerly virgin hole. They worked their way slowly, filling every space in her between them. Another cock found its way into her mouth and she was grateful for the distraction that it served. Sadly the man in her mouth didn’t last long and another coating of cum joined the other as she swallowed a massive load of semen. One of the cocks in her cunt expelled its load into her already full pussy and withdrew. This time the man behind her took the opportunity to force his way into her ass hole. The cum already expelled into the tight hole serving as ample lubrication for his cock.

She lost count of all of the men who fucked her, and at the end of the night she lay on the bed, alone at last, a sticky layer of cum coating every inch of her body. A number of men had pulled out of her mouth at the last second coating her face, hair, and breasts with their seed. Likewise some of the men had pulled out and sprayed her back with cum, leaving her soaking in semen. A dull ache radiated from her pussy from the assault that it had taken, and she knew that she would be exceptionally sore tomorrow. Though it would all be worth when she was pregnant. The flow of cum from her ravaged pussy had slowed down to a trickle as the excess worked its way out of her. She slowly got dressed and worked her way back home, the warm embrace of a shower beckoning to her.

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9 months later…

She sighed as she worked her way out of bed, her

swollen stomach doing its best to keep her there. Her breasts and stomach had both grown and stretched as the baby grew within her, the fruits of her birthday party. She kind of wished that she knew who the biological father of her child was, but that was strictly against the rules. She had attended the parties of a few of her friends, and gotten quite a few compliments, and a few stray touches. She had found herself more horny than she had ever been in her life, the baby throwing her hormones out of whack. Life had changed in the last 9 months. She was excited for her next party… and another child…

 

On My 18th Birthday

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Phantom

“I hope you’ll be happy with us, Jane,” the housekeeper said. “Before I let you have a room, I really should ask you if you’re afraid of ghosts.”

“Ghosts, ma’am?” asked Jane, puzzled. The staid looking housekeeper didn’t look the sort of woman who’d even believe in, let alone be afraid, of ghosts.

“Yes, Jane,” said Mrs. Simmons. “We currently have two beds available in the maid’s quarters. One is in a room that you would have to share with Sally and Agnes, but the other is a small single bedroom. The trouble with the single room, of cause, is the ghost.”

“The ghost, ma’am?” asked Jane, suspicion plain in her voice.

“Yes, Jane. The reason the room is empty is because the other maids don’t like the way the ghost insists on having everything just so. They say if you move the bed, the ghost moves it back. If you leave things on the dresser, the ghost puts them in a drawer. They don’t like it and won’t stay in that room. So, do ghosts worry you or not?”

“Ah, no, ma’am. I’m not sure that I even believe in ghosts,” said Jane.

“That’s the spirit,” said Mrs. Simmons cheerfully. “In that case just move your things into this room here, and you’ll be fine.”

Mrs. Simmons opened the door to a small but neatly presented room.

Looking over the room, Jane was quite pleased with it. She’d have some privacy and probably a lot more room than in a bedroom with two other girls. Looking over the room she was surprised to see a sturdy little bolt on the door.

She mentioned it to Mrs. Simmons, who sniffed disparagingly.

“One maid who had this room insisted someone was sneaking in at night and touching her,” she said. “Such goings on don’t occur in any house I run, I assure you, but she complained so much that Master had a bolt put on. Didn’t help of course. She left soon after. Claimed that the ghost was touching her.”

“I see,” said Jane faintly. Apparently she was moving in with a neat ghost who like to touch girls. It would be a new experience, but she suspected that she’d survive.

“Just leave your things here for now and you can come and meet the other girls. You can unpack later.”

Subsequently, Jane met the other maids and started work. At tea that night, one of the maids turned to her.

“I suppose you’ve been put in with Sally and me. Just remember, we were there first and we’ve got the room the way we like it.”

“Actually, no,” said Jane. “Mrs. Simmons had given me the empty single bedroom.”

There were gasps from the other maids.

“She’s put you in with the Phantom Fucker?” asked Agnes aghast. “You’d be a lot better off in with Sally and me, you know. You can always ask to change.”

“Put me in with who?” asked Jane, surprised at the crude description.

“What did Mrs. Simmons tell you about the room,” hedged Agnes.

“She said that’s there’s supposed to be a ghost who haunts it and insists on a tidy room.”

“She say anything else?” pressed Agnes.

“Um, let’s see. She mentioned a previous maid who insisted that the ghost touched her. That’s all.”

“Ooh, she’s a cunning one,” snorted Agnes. “Did she tell you why Mary left?”

Jane shook her head. “Not really. Mrs. Simmons just said the maid didn’t like the ghost touching her.”

There was some sniggering from the other maids.

“What happened,” said Agnes, “was this. We heard squealing in the middle of the night from Mary’s room. Squealing and yelling up a storm she was. We tried to get in to see what was going on, but the door was bolted. We was hanging round the door, wondering if we should force it open, when the squealing stopped on a bit of a scream. We thought she’d had a nightmare and were about to go back to bed when we heard the bolt pulled and Mary came barging out in the nuddy, crying and saying he fucked her.

We tried to get her to calm down but she wouldn’t even go back into the room to get clothes. I had to go and get them, and there wasn’t anyone in the room when I went in and the window was closed. I don’t think you can open that window.

Anyway, Mary quit on the spot. Said she wasn’t staying in any house where ghosts creep into an innocent girl’s room and has their way with her. Not that she was so innocent, according to a couple of the footmen.

Mrs. Simmons and the Master both say that Mary just had a nightmare and panicked, but none of the other maids are willing to spend a night in that room. They think the Phantom Fucker might strike again.

Good luck to you if you do.”

Jane was appalled. “No,” she thought. “It has to be a story to frighten the newcomer.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she said, smiling hesitantly.

After supper, Jane retired, allowed to leave early as she still had to unpack. Arriving in her room Jane was startled to find her things already unpacked, with her case stowed on top of the wardrobe. She’d have to find who’d been kind enough to help her out and thank them.

Hearing the other maids coming up later, Jane stuck her head out the door.

“Who do I thank for helping me unpack,” she asked them, smiling, to be met by an array of blank looks.

Agnes, the apparent spokeswoman for the maids, stepped forward.

“What are you on about?” she asked.

“When I came up to unpack my things, someone had already done it, and stored my cases on top of the wardrobe. I just wanted to say thank you.”

A couple of maids paled and moved hastily away, while the others just looked at each other.

“We wouldn’t have time for that,” said one. “You’d better thank your ghost.”

Jane gave them an odd look. They were carrying this just a bit too far, in her opinion, but at least she did have her things unpacked.

Jane retired to her room. She looked at the door for a moment and then slipped the bolt. If they thought to sneak in for some practical jokes while she was asleep, they could think again.

Some time spent reading and a little more bringing her diary up to date, and Jane was ready to sleep. She checked the drawers to see where her nightie had been stored, extracted it, and put it on the bed.

She quickly stripped off her gown and spent a few minutes brushing it down before hanging it up. She turned and reached for her nightie, and the candle went put.

Jane shrugged. Not worth relighting it just to get her nightie on, she thought, but tomorrow she’d check where the draft came from. She hadn’t actually noticed one before, but she’d better find it and stop it. She didn’t want the candle blowing out at odd times.

Turning and moving slowly towards the bed, hands outstretched to find the bed and her nightie, Jane was taken by surprise when something pushed her in the back.

She stumbled forward, catching her knees on the side of the bed and toppling onto it. She felt someone behind her, standing between her thighs, and then a hand was holding her pressed firmly against the bed, her head in the pillows preventing her from calling out while another hand was moving between her thighs and touching her.

Jane wasn’t a virgin, and she knew damned well what that second touch meant. She tried to heave herself upward, only to find that she apparently lifted her bottom into a more advantageous position for the midnight marauder. The hand between her thighs slipped further round and was now fondling her pussy, rubbing back and forth and gently squeezing it.

Jane tried to close her legs, but found she was far too late for this. The stranger was firmly between them, wedging them open, while his hand was stroking little jolts of excitement out of her.

Now her lips were being eased apart and fingers were creeping inside her slit, rubbing and coaxing, generating both heat and damp.

Jane squirmed, struggling against both the stranger and the commands her own body was sending her.

Taking his time, the stranger was playing with her, drawing a response that she didn’t want to give. She gave a sob of fury as she felt her bottom lifting to give him easier access.

Taking the offering as though it were deliberate, her assailant now pulled his hand away, replacing it with the head of what felt like a very large and hard erection. Jane again tried to scream, but was muffled by the pillow her face was pressing into. She gave a gasp of horror as she realised that her pussy was pushing firmly itself against that cock that was teasing her, trying to settle onto it.

Then the intruder was really intruding on her, his cock easing past her lips and gently making its way deeper. Jane groaned. It would be easier to take, she thought if he was brutal, but this firm but gentle pressure was something else.

As she found herself being taken, Jane yielded. There wasn’t much else she could do except go along with it, but once this swine was finished, she’d kill him.

Once fully inside Jane, her visitor started to move more vigorously, encouraging Jane to move with him. He was not in a hurry, just taking nice long strokes that made a mush of Jane’s insides. Her participation was now complete, and her body happily met all the demands he made upon it.

Jane good feel both his hands on her hips now, holding her firmly while he pounded her. She could probably scream now she idly thought, but dismissed the idea to concentrate on the pleasure that was starting to course through her.

The Phantom Fucker, if this was he, seemed to have a lot of experience with maids. He seemed to know just how she felt and when to increase his activity. Now he was thrusting hard, driving her along and at the same time coaxing an orgasm from her.

Now Jane did scream, jamming her face hard against the pillows as she did so, feeling herself twisting and writhing as pleasure flooded her.

Coming down from the heights, Jane found herself relaxing, and then felt the intruder withdrawing. Quickly groping for a match, she lit her candle and looked around, at an empty room.

Jane stared. Nobody there. Nobody anywhere. The door was still bolted. She glanced under the bed. No-one there. Cautiously she opened the wardrobe. Empty apart from her clothes gently swinging.

She was quite alone. Jane picked up her nightie and slipped it on and then got into bed. If this ghost came past every night, she was going to have quite a time here.

She blew out her candle.

Seeing the candle light vanish, Hector, the butler, moved quietly away along the hidden passage. It seemed that he had a new playmate. He wondered how long she’d last.

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Phantom

The Maid

It was unacceptable, and utterly unforgivable. In fact, if his parents ever found out he was as good as dead. Or worse, disowned. For someone of his social standing to be in love with the maid was social suicide. But god damn, she was beautiful.

He had met her 6 months ago when his parents had moved her into the house. Some sort of special permission from the government that allowed her to move up from Mexico so long as she worked for them for 5 years, at rates that bordered on slavery. But in return she got her citizenship, not to mention she got her room and board covered.

With long, dark hair and pert breasts, she was still in the flush of youth, having left her teen years behind only recently. She actually spoke English better than some native speakers that he had met, and they had wiled away long hours talking when each should have been doing any number of other things.

The first time he had caught her undressed had been purely an accident. The family had left on a weekend trip to the lake house, but he had forgotten to pack his cell phone and so had unexpectedly returned to the house much sooner than had been expected. He had walked in the front door, consumed in his own thoughts when the sound of gentle but persistent vibrations had penetrated his awareness. His curiosity had gotten the best of him and he attempted to track the sound to its source. He had found her there, in her room, with the door wide open. Her shirt had been pulled back to expose her breasts to her questing hands and her skirt had been pulled up to expose a freshly shaved pussy. She had been wrapped up in her own experience, her eyes closed as she worked on her pussy with the small pink vibrator. One of her hands mauled her breast, teasing and playing with the exposed flesh as the worked at her clit with the vibrator. He snuck closer and could hear the sounds of her pleasure, her moans barely choked back as she approached her orgasm. All at once her hips bucked and she nearly dropped the toy, she cried out as her orgasm rocked her body. She lay back and shivered as the pleasure rolled through her, until at last her eyes opened. Their eyes met then across the small room. She let out a surprised sound and made a vain attempt to cover herself. He apologized profusely, sputtering in his shock, but the rise of his cock through his pants revealed how sorry he actually was.

They had talked later, and he had apologized again, but the sight of her with her legs spread and her breasts exposed as she convulsed in the throes of orgasm was a sight that had never for a moment left his mind since.

In the months that followed they had found every chance they could to be together, away from the watchful eyes of his parents. Sometimes she snuck up to his room, and sometimes he snuck down to hers, but they were together. Although he was no stranger to the female body, he was as shy as a teen with his first girlfriend, doing everything he could to make her smile, and laugh. They explored each others bodies slowly, though both lusted to take that final step and join their bodies together at long last. The chance arrived when his parents announced that they would be taking a trip to celebrate their anniversary together and he would be alone in the house for a week. He was thankful that they had not seen his cock suddenly swell as he thoughts about what a week alone with his love would be like.

They were upon each other practically the second that the door had closed behind his parents. They tore at each other, both consumed with lust and passion long denied as they had moved slowly down the path of love.

In moments their clothes were shed, spread around the room wherever they landed as they were tossed casually aside. She stood before him, completely exposed, for the first time since he had walked in on her. He gazed at her for only a moment before they were in each others arms. He thrilled at the touch of her warm, smooth skin against his, and the heat that radiated from between her legs told him of her desire.

 

She dropped to her knees in front of him, taking his cock in both of her hands as it sprung forth in reaction to her touch. She enveloped the head of his cock in her mouth and he groaned as the wet heat enveloped him. She started to stroke, her hands and mouth working in unison. She slid all the way down the length of his cock, taking it wholly into her mouth. He felt the tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly in response. He could feel the tension building inside of him and knew that he was getting close to cumming under her skilled touch.

Desperate to prolong their union he stopped her, pulling her up onto her hands and knees he wasted no time in penetrating her, his cock sliding inside her cunt like a hot knife through butter. Although she was as tight as a virgin the moisture of her desire aided him. She moaned loudly as his cock thrust inside of her. Immediately she started to rock back and forth, each time almost pulling his cock free before sliding back down. He had never been with someone who did all the work the way she was. She moaned and cried as she fucked him, proclaiming for all to hear of her enjoyment. Taken by sudden inspiration he slapped her ass, leaving a red handprint on the tan expanse of flesh. She made a surprised sound and the muscles of her cunt gripped his cock. She continued unabated in her motions, her breasts swaying in time with her thrusts. He again slapped her ass, this time eliciting a sound of desire, and again her cunt gripped his cock tightly. At last she moaned loudly and collapsed onto the couch on which they were fucking, her legs going weak as she came. A small amount of moisture squirted onto the couch as she came. He was surprised, he had heard of girls squirting before but he had never had the chance to see it himself. The sight, a visual proof of her orgasm, turned him on even more than he already was.

She rose from the couch and pushed him into a sitting position. She rose in front of him, giving him a front row seat to the smooth curves of her perfectly formed body, and straddled him. She rose up on her legs and took his cock in one hand, lining it up with her pussy before thrusting down on top of it. She moaned loudly as his cock thrust up inside of her, stretching out her pussy again. She started to rise and fall, taking him inside of her each time. She worked slowly, grinding her hips against his before rising again and thrusting her hips down to take in his length. Where before she had worked with the urgency of passion, now she worked with a calm sense of purpose and desire.

He had once had a lap dance, a hole in the wall of a strip club on the occasion of his birthday, and the way she rode him but the stripped to shame. He reached out and slipped one arm around her, pulling her closer to him and positioning her breasts in front of him. He slipped one of her nipples into his mouth, biting down softly on the sensitive flesh. She moaned encouragement to him as he started to flick his tongue back and forth across her nipple, eliciting groans and squeals as he worked. His free hand grasped her other breast, savagely mauling the flesh. She yelped in pain and slapped his hand before encouraging him again, this time requesting a greater degree of care on his part.

Again her cries reached a crescendo as an orgasm rocked through her. She shook and convulsed atop him, seeming to lose some degree of control over her body as the pleasure short circuited her brain. Taking the initiative he continued her motion, thrusting his cock into her, pounding her mostly limp form as she rocked in the throes of pleasure. He pulled her against him, feeling the heat rolling off her body as her breasts pressed against his chest. She again gained control of her body and attempted to rise. He held her body tight against his, thrusting rapidly in and out. He could feel his orgasm starting to build and warned her of its imminent arrival.

She quickly rose, and he groaned as his swollen cock sprung free of her. The sickly sweet scent of cum and desire filled his nose as her pussy passed by him. She again dropped to her knees in front of him. This time he stood, determined to mark her as his own. Though his parents could never know of their union, he would mark her in a way that was wholly animalistic in nature. Stroking his cock rapidly he through his head back as he felt his cock explode. Spurt after spurt of sticky, white cum sprayed forth, splashing onto her waiting face as she obediently knelt before him to accept his load. Dripped down her cheeks and onto her perfectly formed breasts, leaving her covered in his seed and wholly his.

She ran a finger along her breasts, scooping some of his cum up before slipping it into her mouth. She did this while maintaining eye contact with him. He felt a shudder of renewed desire as he watched her. She made a sound to indicate that she enjoyed the taste of his cum. They lay back together on the couch. Their bodies pressed together and he could feel some of his cum stick to his chest as she pressed her body against his. Nestled into the crook of his arms he held her tightly. Slowly they slipped into the embrace of sleep, each fully satisfied, for the moment. His last thoughts as he drifted off was of all the fun they would have this week.

The Maid

Ouija Board Horror

It was a scorching summer- one of the hottest in a century, according to the news. We weren’t from a hot climate – the north of England is not a warm place. But to me, that was trivial. It seemed as though each hot, lazy day melted into another; sitting in the park with the gang, slurping down cans of beer, tank tops and bikini bottoms, the sun crisping us as we giggled and lazed. After all, we had graduated from college now, and we were six 18 year olds without a care in the world. It had been a difficult term – the exams practically crucified my hands and I never wanted to hear the word ‘Psychology’ ever again. It was finished now, though! I hadn’t decided on whether or not I was going to University yet, but now wasn’t the time to worry about those thoughts. Time to relax and enjoy the heat of the summer, I told myself. If only I knew what would have become of us, and our group – I would’ve stayed at summer school. Of course, it all started one evening, in the middle of the most carefree summer of our lives.

There was six of us altogether, 2 girls, 4 guys. We had outside friends, of course, but the main gang was us six. There was me, Natasha, the petite, golden brunette with a disturbing sense of humour that everyone had crushed on in our group. Then there was Sara, my best friend. Standing at 5’11, she was a hell of a girl, with double D’s and an ass to die for. Three of the guys, Connor, Jake and Daniel were tall, athletic, albeit a bit geeky. Then there was Ryan, who I had silently crushed on for a year now. Well, it was silent until I tried kissing him then threw up violently after one too many Desperadoes’.

It was going to be the night of our lives. Since we didn’t know when we would get another opportunity to have the parents gone for a week, I decided to have a party at my house. I was left about £50 as ’emergency funds’ in case I managed to finish off all we had in the cupboards – I didn’t care if I starved – that was booze money! Several hours later, I was back at my place, lining the bottles and shot glasses neatly topping the fishbowl off with several straws. I danced around the kitchen, bottle of vodka in hand. There was a sudden knock at the door. Readjusting my shorts, I shimmied to the front door, hiding the vodka in the kitchen. Peeking through the letterbox, I saw my best friend, Sara.

I threw the door open, wrapping my arms around her tightly.

“Nat, you’re going to break the glass!” She laughed, clutching a plastic bag in one hand. I pulled the objects out of the bag, discovering more alcohol. I ushered her in, glancing down the street before I shut the door. We headed up to my room, shoving the door open as we had full hands. I shoved the bag in one corner and flopped onto my bed, smiling up at the ceiling. Sara sat at the end of my bed, picking at her nail varnish which was near enough chipped to death. That was just her, though.

She didn’t care about her appearance like other girls. She was quite boy-ish, rarely bothering with makeup and shoving her hair up into a bun. Right now, she was wearing blue denim jeans with a grey tank top and monochrome converse, with her shoulder length brown hair straightened and her face au naturel. I was wearing a long chequered shirt with a vest top underneath, pale blue shorts and black knee high socks. I hadn’t bothered with makeup either, save for a bit of gloss and a few swipes of mascara. My hair floated down to the small of my back in long waves. I was the vision of innocence, and looked even younger than I normally did. I could practically pass for 14 sometimes! Sara sat herself in front of my mirror, squirting my perfume on her neck hesitantly then sniffing cautiously.

I sighed and sprawled out onto my bed, lifting on leg up slightly. She began to fiddle with my drawers, opening them and investigating the items within. She came to the bottom drawer and with a gasp, pulled out a large, wooden board.

“You have a Ouija board?” She asked in a startled tone. I propped myself up.

“Oh, that silly thing? Don’t worry, it’s all a hoax. They don’t work. Believe me, I’ve tried enough!” I laughed.

She frowned. “Jade said they were real. She tried one at Anne’s house last year. Apparently they contacted one of Jade’s ancestors or something. I’ve wanted to try one ever since…” She dangled the question in front of me.

“I don’t know. We could try it, I suppose.” I sat up, pulling my sock up to my knee again. “Don’t get your hopes up, though!” I grabbed the board off her and flung it onto the bed. “Come on. Let’s go ring up those douche bags, see where they’re at.” With that, I left my room and glided down the stairs. Sara followed behind me, glancing back at the wooden board.

A couple of hours later, we were all dancing around my front room, the music blaring out the speakers. I was making deliberate eye contact with Ryan, who had a red plastic cup in his hand, filled with Jack Daniels and Cola. I loved the way his lips wrapped around the cup as he drank, and I could only imagine wrapping my lips around his. I admired his golden blonde hair falling in front of his piercing blue eyes, the adorable freckles speckled across his cheeks; his toned muscular body. I needed to kiss him, tonight. This was my chance. Daniel staggered into the kitchen, in search of the shot glasses. I tore my eyes from Ryan and hurriedly followed Daniel into the kitchen.

“Guys! Shot time!” I called from the kitchen – the other 4 clamboured into the kitchen, Sara shoving Jake out the way. Soon we all had shots of Cactus Jacks in our hands and raised them to one another.

“Cheers!” We all yelled, and threw back the shots. A few more shots and it went straight to my head. I felt the euphoria set in, and my inhibitions lower. Soon I had ditched the chequered shirt and just had the vest top on, my green bra strap cheekily peeking out. The guys had noticed and I knew I had got some attention to my cleavage, which I didn’t mind. I had ditched my shoes a while ago and opted to dance around in my knee high socks instead. We continued to dance around and laugh to each other, yelling over the music and babbling random crap at everyone. About an hour later, we decided to play some drinking games. We started out with Have You Ever, with some laughs and gasps ensuing from that game, followed my Spin the Bottle. A few pecks on the lips, followed by an uproar of laughter when the lads kissed each other, to wolf-whistles when Sara and I connected lips, swirling our tongues around to get the boys excited. They seemed to love it when I climbed onto her lap, running my hands through her hair and nibbling her neck. Normally, I was straight as they come but when I was drunk, I became a vixen. I wasn’t a lesbian or even bi. I wanted Ryan’s attention. We continued the play, and as Connor spun the bottle again, it landed on me and Ryan.

My heart jumped into my throat. This was it. I pushed my hair out of my face and crawled over to Ryan. He took my face between his hands and gently brushed my lips with his. I kissed back, harder. His tongue probed between my lips and found mine, swirling it around. It only lasted a few seconds but the kiss seemed to go on for an eternity. We broke lips and I came back to earth with a bump, sitting back down. A few more spins and we decided to play something else. Sara said she had an idea and ran up to my room. We discarded the empty bottle and finished off the rest of what we had in our glasses while we waited. A couple of minutes later, Sara stumbled downstairs, tripping twice but desperately clutching a wooden board. With shaky hands, she carefully placed it in the middle of us, before sitting down not-so-elegantly.

It took the guys a moment to figure out what it was, but when they realised what it was, they began to laugh nervously, with several remarks of “I’m not scared.”

I reached over and picked up the planchette, placing it in the middle of the board.

Everyone began to argue who should move the board, and who should ask the questions if we made contact with a being from the other side. A few minutes of heated debating later, Jake slammed his hand down on the board.

“Guys, we’ll take turns, okay? I’ll start.” Connor began to pipe up in a disagreeing tone but Sara shushed him. Jake took a look around at all of us, lasting longer on Connor; then started swirling the planchette around in a figure 8. I sighed and sat back, already knowing that nothing was going to happen. He continued to swirl around the planchette, his face concentrating. Daniel went to grab another drink. Sara picked at her nails again. I started to stare at Ryan again, daydreaming about his lips. Daniel returned with a cup brimming with vodka, neat – I sighed with disgust. I stood up to get a drink myself, when Connor grabbed my arm, his fingers tight around my wrist.

“Dude, that hurts. Get off!” He yanked me down again and I yelped. Silently, he pointed at the board. The planchette was levitating. I had never seen it do this before and immediately my heart started pounding.

“Jake, move it to Goodbye. End the session now.” I stammered. He shook his head violently, his hands by his side.

“Hell no, I’m not touching that.” He shuffled away from the board, pushing himself away with his feet.

I looked around the others, uncertain on what to do. Sara stared at the board, unblinking. Connor was glancing around too. Ryan and Daniel were poking the board, unsure on how to stop this. Suddenly, the planchette flew across the room, smashing into the vase. Sara screamed. The room dropped in temperature, and everyone began to shiver violently in fear and cold. No one spoke. All at once, every light in the house blew out. The speaker stopped abruptly, leaving us with deathly silence. There was nothing but dark and silence for another minute. Ryan broke the silence.

“What the fuck is happening?” He sounded close to tears. No one could answer that.

I put my head in my lap, praying this was a dream, this wasn’t real. There was another minute of silence. Suddenly, the lights flicked back on and the speaker came blaring back on, scaring the living daylights out of all of us.

“That was the scariest fucking shit I’ve ever seen.” Sara gasped. Jake began to laugh with relief, Connor joining in. Ryan was still in the corner, shaking. Daniel shook his head with disbelief.

“Where the hell did the planchette go?” I asked. No one knew, so everyone got up and began searching for it. Daniel moved the cups and glasses into the kitchen so no one stood on them and everyone got on their hands and knees, searching underneath the sofas and the tables for the planchette. It had seemingly vanished since it went flying through the air. I turned down the music so I could hear people speak properly.

“Hey, I found the planchette-“Connor’s voice was cut short.

He began to thrash around violently, knocking over the T.V and collapsing into the bookshelf. Jake ran over to help him and suddenly, he began to thrash, too. Ryan and Daniel grabbed a phone and rang 999. The phone set alight. Daniel screamed and dropped the phone – it was turned to ashes before it hit the ground. Daniel was shoved across the room. Sara and I grabbed each other, terrified. Ryan ran to Daniel and was shoved backwards by an unseen force, pinned to the wall. Sara dropped to her knees, wailing. I desperately tried to pull her back up, screaming at her to get up. She ignored me and continued to sob violently. Suddenly she was raised into the air and thrown into the mirror which smashed into a thousand pieces, fragments littering the carpet. I shrieked and backed into the wall, my hands over my mouth. Daniel tried to stand up and was shoved back down immediately.

I ran to the front door and crashed into an invisible barrier, crumpling into a heap on the floor. I heaved myself up and ran to the kitchen but I was knocked down again, cutting my knee on the glass. I gasped with pain and staggered up again, pushing myself to the back door. Suddenly I was pushed to the ground, my face pressed against the floor. I could feel something on top of me. Suddenly I flipped over, my face facing upwards. My arms were pinned to the floor, above my head. I felt a pressure forcing my legs apart. I screamed and struggled but I couldn’t move. To my horror, a figure began to materialise above me. It was translucent; almost the colour of diluted PVA glue, and it had the shape of a human man. I screamed louder, my throat raw. The figure grinned and I saw sharp, red teeth. It began to stroke the top of the arms, reaching my armpits and tickled me.

I laughed involuntarily, tears streaming down my face. It continued this torture for several minutes, tickling my ribcage, armpits and legs.

Slowly its hands started to tickle the top of my thighs, brushing against my most intimate area. I stopped, cold. The figure noticed this and brushed against me again, its fingers stroking against the fabric of my shorts. I felt myself respond to this and my struggles renewed. The figure laughed evilly and continued to stroke me, pressing against my clit. Suddenly it ripped off my shorts and my blue, lacy panties were on show to this foul creature. It could see my excitement and my stomach cramped at this. The creature settled between my legs, pulling them further apart and using both hands, began to play and toy with me, as though my pussy was a play-thing. It gently stroked in slow circles with one hand while it stroked my thighs and bra with the other. I moaned, succumbing to the pleasure this monster was giving me. It continued to stroke my clit through my panties, pressing harder every time I struggled. The being spoke.

“I love it when you struggle.” I screamed again and the monster clamped a hand over my face, its other hand stroking my clit through my panties faster. I moaned involuntarily, directly into its hand. It chuckled darkly, stroking me faster. I was at the mercy of this creature, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from being me to the orgasm I was fast approaching.

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