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Ghostly Visitation

By: Erolexicon



Something wasn't right. I felt as if I was sinking deeper into the mattress and there was a weight settling onto my back. I had been sleeping pretty deeply but something was tugging my mind closer and closer to wakefulness. I opened my eyes. My bedroom was dimly lit through open curtains and dark, angular shadows from a harvest moon slashed across the floor and up the walls. I was alone, but I didn't feel like I was alone.

I tried to roll over onto my back but I couldn't move under the weight of something I could not see. I drew a deep breath and tried to keep down the surge of panic I felt welling up inside me. I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears. What the hell was happening?

I could feel cold breath on my neck and it made my hairs stand on end. Something was pressing into the crack of my ass. I strained my eyes to look over my shoulder. There was nothing to see, but I could definitely feel something firm and cool slowly forcing its way into my anus. My muscles refused to answer my mind's desperate instructions. I was paralyzed and some invisible thing was violating me from behind! There was no pain, but I could feel my asshole stretching and filling, then contracting as the ghostly presence slid in and out of me. Underlying the panic was a completely different sensation...I could feel my cock beginning to get hard. How could I be aroused by this?

The all-encompassing feeling of weight shifted and narrowed. I could distinctly feel hands on me. There was a hand on my lower back, just above my ass, its fingers spread over the base of my spine. There was a hand on my neck keeping me pressed into my pillow. Cold fingers traced up my thigh and began to caress my balls. My breathing became rapid and shallow. I could hear whispering and female laughter as if from a great distance away. Then a deep, low moan sounded behind me and the thrusting into my ass became quicker and more insistent, and a pulsating, cold sensation filled my rectum completely. Another deep moan and then the weight collapsed onto my back once more.

After a minute or two, the weight was gone. I felt myself rise above my bed. I turned over in mid-air, then I settled onto my back. I was still unable to move. My mind cried out to my arms and legs to get me up off the bed and out of the house, but from the neck down, there was no response. I could feel everything, but I was powerless to move.

I could feel hands. First two, then four, six, and eight hands traced lines all over my flesh in ghostly exploration of my body. My rigid cock stood stiffly at attention and soon several hands found their way to it. Cold fingers were running through my hair, pinching my nipples, cupping my balls, and stroking my hard cock. Hands were everywhere on my body, coldly massaging my legs, chest, and arms. The whispering and giggling grew less faint in my ears.

Soon I felt other things as well. Soft cool lips placed kisses on my skin. Teeth nibbled at my earlobes and neck. The hands all moved toward my feet and hands and I felt something different on my chest. A cold thin line pressed against my skin and drew slowly down toward my stomach as if an invisible razor was being drawn across my flesh. I looked down and saw my chest hair falling away as the cold line progressed down my body. Soon my chest was completely bare and the hands resumed their play. The cold thin line was resting at my pelvis and I could feel the hands grasp my cock and hold it still as my pubic hair was shaved away. I felt a surge of panic when the ghostly razor reached my balls and began to shave them clean.

Soon enough there was not a hair to be found on my body below my neck. My newly bare skin was extremely sensitive; especially on my balls. The hands continued to stroke my skin, the teeth resumed their nibbling and the lips their kissing. I could feel the distinct sensation of breasts pressing against my smooth chest as an invisible female body rolled onto me and slid down to engulf my throbbing cock between her ghostly thighs. I slid inside her and it felt cool and slippery and tight. I looked down and I could see my cock moving back and forth in time with her transparent gyrations and it felt incredible!

The hands were roaming all over my body as the spirit straddled me and rode my dick. Hands were stroking my inner thighs and caressing my chest. I felt a large breast with a very hard nipple press against my face and I pinched the nipple with my lips and flicked it with my tongue. One hand was massaging my balls and another slid a slender finger into my asshole which was so recently loosened up by something much larger. There were so many sensations! So many hands, lips, teeth, and tongues in so many places at once! I had never been touched by more than two hands at a time and now there were too many to keep track of!

The pressure was building in my balls as the unseen woman on top of me rocked her hips back and forth, massaging my cock. I could hear soft female moans and more whispering and giggling. Then a larger, firmer hand took hold of my right wrist and lifted my arm up off the bed. Something long and firm and round was pressed into my palm and another hand closed my fingers around it as the hand that held my wrist began to move my arm back and forth. I was sure that the same ghostly prick that filled my ass earlier now filled my right hand.

The spirit on top of me continued to writhe and gyrate as other ghostly fingers played with my balls and slid in and out of my ass. Slender fingers tangled in my hair and lips brushed my neck as breasts were offered up to my mouth while an invisible cock slid back and forth in my grip. I felt the spirit's fingernails dig into my chest and I heard a soft, high-pitched moan as she shuddered in an ethereal orgasm on top of me. Still, she didn't slow her gyrating one bit.

The slender fingers in my hair suddenly took a firmer grip and turned my head to the right. The large hand working my wrist in a spectral hand-job let go of me and my hand fell heavily back onto the bed. I felt fingers cup my chin and force my mouth open and the cock I had been unwillingly stroking found its way between my lips. I could feel it slide over my tongue and press against the back of my throat. It began to move in and out, deeper with each thrust, until it was all the way inside and I could feel smooth, cold balls against my cheek.

Teeth and lips pressed against me in various places, sucking and nibbling, forming hickies on my thighs, stomach, chest, and neck. My balls were about to explode as my cock was buried in a woman I could not see, and a cold invisible penis was thrust into my mouth. I briefly wondered what someone might think if they walked into the room and saw me like this; apparently alone, hairless and hard, with my head turned to the side and my mouth stretched open wide. I didn't have time to reflect on that idea because my body was beginning to tense and shudder with my impending orgasm.

I heard the deeper moaning sound again, this time right above my face. The cock in my mouth began to quiver and thrust more rapidly. There was a final deep thrust and I felt something thick, cold, and slippery splash into my mouth and throat. My balls could not take any more. I felt my asshole clench tightly around the slender finger inside it. My scrotum tightened up and the hand caressing it squeezed my balls gently, yet firmly. The fingernails dug once more into my chest and the higher-pitched moan sounded again as I felt the spirit on top of me writhing in another orgasm.

I exploded. Thick, hot jets of cum shot forth from my cock in the biggest orgasm I have ever had! It just kept coming and coming. My whole body convulsed, over and over again. I could feel cum gushing out of me. I could see my hard cock standing straight up, but I could not see my cum or where it went. All I knew was that I was completely spent. I felt myself drifting back into unconsciousness.

I woke up late and still felt tired. I marveled at the startling realism of the dream I had during the night. I have had sexual dreams in the past, but nothing that vivid. I recalled the absolute powerlessness I had felt in the dream and it made me shudder. I felt somehow dirty after that nocturnal fantasy and I decided a hot shower was in order. I pulled back the covers and stared in amazement at the hickies on my smooth, hairless chest.

Ghostly Visitation Ch. 02



I fairly leapt out of my bed. I couldn't accept the idea that last night's ghostly visitation actually occurred. Yet the proof was indisputable; my whole body was cleanly shaven and there were little hickies in various places where spectral lips and teeth had explored my skin. I went to the bathroom and stood in the shower, not knowing what I should do next. I marveled at the feeling produced by dragging a soft, soapy washcloth over my smooth chest, stomach, and scrotum. I decided I would maintain this hairless condition. Every touch of my skin sent little shivers down my spine.

I dried myself off and started some coffee brewing while I considered my next course of action. I could conclude that my house was haunted and run like hell, but that would expensive. I could spend the day in the library researching the history of my house to learn who might be haunting it, but I'm not sure how that would help. I could try calling Ghostbusters, but I'm pretty sure Bill Murray has moved on to other lines of work by now. I'm pretty skeptical about mediums and psychics, but yesterday I didn't believe in ghosts either! In fact, the more I considered the idea, the more I became convinced I was seeing the results of a vivid dream combined with a bout of sleep-walking. I was having an erotic dream, sleep-walked to the bathroom, shaved myself, pinched my skin in accordance with the mental images, and went back to bed. There was nothing to worry about as long as I didn't make a habit of it and end up walking out into traffic some night.

My girlfriend was out of town visiting her family, and I was reluctant to be in the house alone. I called my friend Rick and put forth the idea of pizza, rented movies, and beer. He said he would bring the pizza if I got the movies and beer. We watched some action flicks and drank until we were relatively drunk. Rick fell asleep on the couch and I turned off the living room television and headed to my bedroom.

Despite my rational explanations, I was in no big hurry to lie in a darkened room. I went to bed with the television on to light the place up a bit and provide my mind with some distraction from thoughts of ghosts. At two in the morning I felt my blanket slide down to the foot of my bed and I woke up, unable to move. I rolled my eyes around to look at the room. The television was still on and my blanket was hanging down onto the floor. I could hear the distant whispering and giggling I heard last night. It was when the hands began to touch me that I noticed something different. I could see the ghosts! Well, sort of, anyway. They weren't cloudy, grey, wispy things like you see in the movies; they were transparent and three-dimensional and looked sort of like liquid distortions in the air. They were just barely visible and unless they moved, you would never even notice them.

I felt myself floating up off the bed. Three female specters swam through the air around me and a male ghost hovered off to one side. As they floated around me they began to trace their fingers along my skin. It seemed they were everywhere at and my brain could not process all of the tingling sensations in so many different places at once. I was shivering all over. One of the ghosts floated over me and placed both of her hands on my chest. She slowly dragged her icy fingers down my body until she was caressing my balls. I never knew how sensitive the skin of my scrotum was before it was shaved. My cock sprang to attention and a second ghost encircled it with her fingers and lowered her shimmering mouth over it. The third female ghost cupped a large breast in her hand and brought it to my mouth.

I ran my tongue in little circles around a nipple I could barely distinguish as the ghost who was expertly sucking me off took me out of her mouth and guided my cock into her transparent pussy. She clamped her legs around my hips, placed both hands on my chest, and began to rock back and forth with me inside her. The whispering sounds increased and now there was a familiar feminine moaning sound accompanying it. The ghost who had been caressing my balls slid her hands down to my feet. I had goose-bumps all over my legs, and if there were any hairs left on them they would all have been standing up as straight as my cock was! She took my toes into her mouth and began to suck and nibble on them. That was something new to me and it felt fantastic!

There I was, drifting around my bedroom, about three feet off the floor, with three horny poltergeists having their way with me while another floated and watched. Somewhere in my mind there was an entirely rational voice proclaiming this was all a very detailed dream and I should really seek psychiatric help as soon as possible after I wake up in the morning. Another part of me was equally convinced this was all very real and not entirely unpleasant. I mean, as hauntings go, it beat the hell out of scary voices, flying flower vases, and bleeding walls! Of course, I had no reason to believe these spirits weren't capable of turning violent without warning if I somehow failed to please them.

While I was considering these things, the male spirit floated over between my legs and resumed the massaging of my balls which had been abandoned by the toe-sucking ghost. The breast was removed from my lips and cool, smooth thighs locked around my neck as the ghost at my head pressed her cold, damp cunt down on my mouth. This was a lot to keep track of and all my senses went into over-drive. I licked furiously at the clit in my mouth and the sounds of moaning grew louder. The ghost on my cock shuddered in an orgasm that made her entire form ripple and bend the light from the television. She ran her cold hands down the outsides of my thighs and curled her fingers under my knees. She lifted my legs on either side of her and brought them up, leaning forward over me with the backs of my knees locked in the curve of her elbows. The ghost who was sucking my toes stayed with them, alternating between feet as she drove me insane with tickling sensations. I suddenly realized I was positioned exactly the way I liked my girlfriend to be so I could achieve maximum penetration, and I had a pretty good idea what was coming next.

While still massaging my balls, the male spirit slowly slid his icy cock into my tight ass. I was thankful he wasn't a particularly angry apparition, because with a cock that size he could have done me some damage if he forcefully rammed it in. My girlfriend never played with my ass at all, and I was again surprised at my heightened arousal when the spirit penetrated me. I could see my rock-hard penis twitching inside the transparency of the ghost on top of me. As the cold cock slid in and out of my ass it put pressure on my prostate and caused my scrotum to tighten up under the spirit's fingers. My balls were reaching the limit of their endurance.

The ghost on my face began to shiver and I heard a long, keening wail as she too began to ripple in the light. I stretched my tongue deeper inside her and I clamped my lips around her clit and sucked at it. Her thighs clamped more tightly over my ears and she slid her fingers into my hair and pulled my face closer to her as she bucked on my chin. The ghost who was riding my cock began to ripple again as she reached another climactic peak. I noticed that each time one of these ghosts had an orgasm their form became more distinct and corporeal. The two female ghosts who had climaxed so far were, while still transparent, quite easy to spot. 

All thoughts fled from my mind as the spirit pumping into my ass quickened his pace and filled my stretched rectum with a cold, fluid sensation and pressed against my prostate, initiating a powerful surge of orgasmic detonation in my balls. Once again, I felt my body pumping out cum like a fire hose. Yet, again, although I could clearly see my cock through the body of the ghost on top of me, I could not see my ejaculate leaving my body. It felt so good that I didn't dwell on the mystery of the disappearing semen.

Last night the ghostly visitation ended with my climax. Tonight, as my penis softened and my body shuddered and my heart raced in my chest, the specters stayed and I felt eight hands caressing and massaging my whole body at once. Frosty fingers played over my skin and sent tingles all throughout my nervous system. Two of the female ghosts and the male ghost were more easily distinguishable that the third female. I figured she was the one at my feet who had not had an orgasm yet. I wondered if that was their agenda. Had they all been fucked to death and decided it was up to me to fuck them back to life again? Were they drawing out my life essence, my bodily warmth, to regain their own? If so, what condition would I be in at the end of that road? I started to feel a little more apprehensive about this whole thing!

I tried to push those thoughts aside because I still had no control over my own body and I certainly didn't want to agitate the spirits who had me in their grasp. Besides, under the pleasantly cool ministrations of their shimmering fingers, I felt myself getting hard again. I looked around and noticed two of the female ghosts were gone and my bedroom door was open. Do ghosts need to open doors to leave? Suddenly, I realized I was still floating around and was headed out the door and down the hall toward the living room! How the hell was I going to explain to Rick why I was hanging naked in the air with a hard-on? 

I drifted into the living room and saw Rick, sitting upright on the edge of the couch with his clothes off and his hard dick standing straight up in front of him. As I drew closer, I realized the least-distinct female ghost was riding his cock with her back against his chest. He looked at me and said, "Dude, I drank WAY too much if I'm dreaming shit like this, and I know I'm going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning!" At first, I thought that let me off the hook for explanations. Then I noticed he had gotten the same shaving treatment the ghosts had given me last night. No chance of passing this off as a dream.

Rick didn't seem to notice at first when he began to rise up off the couch and float in the air like me. The other two female ghosts pulled his head back and offered up their large round breasts for him to suck and lick. The male spirit floated up underneath him, grabbed him by the hips, and slid his big icy cock up into Rick's asshole. Rick let out a long string of muffled grunts and groans around the breasts in his face as the male spirit established his rhythm of pumping in and out of Rick's ass. Rick had told me he refused to allow his girlfriend to put her finger in his ass during sex, so I wondered how he was going to take this!

I felt myself drifting closer to the others in the room, and I settled to the carpet on my knees in front of Rick. The ghost riding his dick wailed and rippled in a drawn-out orgasm, and she became more distinct before my eyes. She reached out and ran her fingers into my hair. She pulled my face down to her pussy and rubbed my nose on her clit. It was a little awkward, kneeling there with my best friend's hard cock right in front of my face inside a transparent cunt. I could see the male spirit's pole sliding up and down in Rick's ass, his smooth, heavy balls colliding with Rick's newly-shaved scrotum as he pumped him from beneath. The ghost pulled my mouth to her swollen clit as she slid up and down on Rick's shaft.

Rick was moaning and sucking other-worldly breasts as the spirits had their way with him. I was trying to suck on the ghostly clit without making contact with Rick as the ghost rode his hard cock. I heard distant female laughter from above me and the fingers in my hair tightened their grip and moved my head down so my tongue was on Rick's smooth balls. I closed my mouth, but the hands twisted my hair painfully until I resumed my licking. I felt humiliated.

I stopped trying to resist, as the spirits were going to have their way regardless of how I felt about it. The ghost shuddered in another rippling orgasm and began to move my head up and down so my tongue was alternating between licking her clit, Rick's balls, and the male spirit's balls. All of this stimulation was too much for Rick, and I felt his scrotum contract against my tongue. He let out a muffled yell and his hips started bucking. The male spirit shimmered and moaned and rammed harder and faster into Rick's asshole. I knew Rick was cumming, but I could not see anything come out of his penis. The ghost slid up off Rick's cock and immediately pulled my mouth down onto it. She moved my head up and down on my friend's shaft. I could hear all the female ghosts tittering with distant-sounding laughter as Rick's thick, veined cock slid in and out of my mouth, pounding the back of my throat. His balls were pressed between the spirit's balls and my chin. The male spirit shoved his ghostly tool deeper into Rick's ass, pressing hard on his prostate and Rick exploded in yet another earth-shattering orgasm; right in the back of my mouth. The ghost still held my head in place, so I swallowed as best I could. I had never tasted cum before. Even last night when the spirit had fucked my mouth, it was more a cold sensation than any actual physical fluid. I tried not to gag as the ghost released my hair.

I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. I saw Rick collapsed on the couch with his eyes closed and his hand wrapped around his softening member. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered what I would say to him in the morning. 



Ghostly Visitation Ch. 03



I woke in the late morning and looked around the room. Rick was still passed out on the couch and I still had no idea what to say to him about last night's ghostly visitation. Thinking quickly, I went into the bathroom to prepare my alibi. I emptied my can of shaving cream into the sink and smeared it around some, making quite a mess. I poured a bottle of tequila down the drain, wincing at the injustice of such a necessity.

I went out into the living room and woke my friend. "Rick! What the hell happened in here last night? My razor is shot, you left shaving cream all over my bathroom, and it looks like you polished off all my tequila! And I'm not cleaning up that mess you left in the bathroom, you drunk bastard! Hey, um, why are you all naked on my couch, dude?"

Rick woke up, holding the sides of his obviously pounding head. "What the hell are you talking about?" He looked down at himself. "Oh shit! Man, I'm sorry; I don't know what the hell happened! I had this really weird dream where there were these ghosts, and they, uh...and you kind of...and it was ...oh, fuck. I must have gotten really drunk.

"Okay, so you got up in the night, downed my tequila, played with my razor, and trashed my bathroom. I don't suppose any of your dream ghosts are planning to help you clean up in there, are they? You're damned lucky you didn't cut yourself to shreds!"

I felt a little bad as Rick cleaned up the mess I made in the bathroom and left for home, promising to buy me another bottle of tequila. Having dodged that bullet, I still needed to figure out what to do about my haunted house. I was a little concerned about the way the ghosts appeared to be solidifying through sex. I didn't really want to know what would happen when they completed that process.

I pushed my natural skepticism to the back burner, got on line and found a listing for a psychic medium in my area. I told her I would leave the house open that night and she could do whatever mediums do, but I planned to stay in a hotel while she did it. I wasn't going back in there without some answers. My girlfriend would be back from her trip in a few days and I certainly couldn't bring her to my place the way it was!

The night in the hotel room was uneventful, but I did have some pretty erotic dreams about the ghosts at my place. I met with the medium the following day and she told me my place was quite haunted. There's a news-flash for the guy who had been essentially raped two nights in a row! She told me the spirits were trying to resume their corporeal form by feeding on emotional energy. Sex and fear were particularly powerful providers of that energy. She went on with a bunch of real mystical crap I didn't understand in the least, but it apparently boiled down to this: If the spirits could gather in enough energy from the living they can move from their world to ours on the 21st of December, the Winter Solstice, (ten days away) when the barrier between the worlds was at its thinnest. The real down-side is that the humans, thus depleted of their energies, would be relegated to the spirit world in place of the ghosts who crossed over; sort of an astral bookmark, until the next Winter Solstice.

I'm not sure how much of this crap I really believed, but the medium did manage to talk me out of $200 worth of special spirit-candles which were supposed to keep the ghosts out of my house as long as they burned at night.

The next night I lit the candles and went warily to my bed. After a very peaceful night, I woke up, blew out the candles, and went to work, looking forward to the return of my girlfriend, Susan, and some natural human loving.

On the day Susan was to return, she called me to let me know her plane was delayed and not to wait up for her. I lit the spirit candles and went to bed, drifting off to sleep with great expectations.

The veil of sleep began to grow thinner and thinner as pleasurable feelings emanated up from my groin. I felt soft lips surrounding my erect cock and a warm tongue sliding up and down my shaft. At first I thought the ghosts were back, but then I realized the sensations were warm and I could move at will. I opened my eyes and saw Susan's beautiful head bobbing up and down over my dick.

"Did you miss me, lover?" she asked as she continued to stroke my erection. She moved up over me, my hard cock still in her hand, and positioned herself to straddle me. I felt her warm, soft lips part to take my saliva-lubricated penis into her. We both expelled a long, heavy sigh at the comfort of our union. Susan placed her hands on my chest and began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit where I once had pubic hair. "Somebody's been naughty this week," she said, as she rode my throbbing cock, "I kind of like all this smooth skin! It's very erotic."

Having control of my hands for a change, I reached up to fondle her pert breasts, pinching her hard nipples with my fingers. I couldn't help thinking about the large round breasts the ghost women had, and the feel of all those hands on me at once. My whole body shivered. I started lifting my hips up to meet Susan's ass, thrusting myself deeper into her. I heard her gasp as she leaned forward to get a better angle.

"I'm sorry I got in so late," she said, "It was very romantic of you to leave all those candles lit for me, but you really could have burned your whole house down as you slept. But don't worry; I blew them all out."

Oh, shit! Behind and above Susan, I saw the four spirits materialize in the air. I felt my entire body immobilize. "Honey," Susan asked, "is anything wrong?" I felt Susan stiffen up on top of me. Eight ghostly hands began their exploration of her bare skin. Neither of us could move. Susan stared with wide eyes at the apparitions fondling her body as she sat rock-still on my hard member. 

I have to admit, the scene was pretty erotic. The male spirit was fondling Susan's ass while two of the female ghosts were caressing, pinching, and sucking at her nipples. The third female ghost straddled my face, pressing her cold, wet pussy down on my mouth as she massaged Susan's clit. I could feel her cool fingertips brushing against the base of my cock. The male spirit took hold of Susan's hips and began to rock her back and forth on my hard on. Susan stared in mute, fascinated shock, but I could tell her body was responding to the ghostly ministrations. Her nipples grew hard as rock and I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick.

Susan's body began to quiver with her impending orgasm. The ghosts continued their fondling of her breasts and clit. The Male spirit worked a finger into her asshole, the back of his transparent hand rubbing against my scrotum. Susan cried out as her whole body shook with powerful delight. The ghost on my face rose up to float above me. She twined her fingers into Susan's hair and pulled her face between her phantom thighs. Susan tried to resist, but the ghost twisted her hair painfully until Susan opened her mouth and began to lick. 

I'm a little ashamed to say how turned on I was, watching my girlfriend eating ghostly pussy, but it was really hot! The two other ghosts continued their work on Susan's sensitive breasts. The male spirit moved closer behind her. He grabbed both her wrists and pulled her arms straight behind her and up a bit, forcing her to lean farther forward into the pussy of the female ghost. He began to work his cool, slippery cock into Susan's ass. She had never let me put my cock in her ass, and she looked quite shocked at the feeling of being double-penetrated.

As the spirit's long, hard member sank all the way into Susan's ass his smooth, cold balls came to press against mine. I could feel every phantom vein of his cock as it slid in and out, just a thin wall of flesh separating it from my own throbbing dick. I could feel my balls tightening up. Between Susan's warm, wet pussy, the spirit's cock massaging my own, and the erotic girl-on-girl show playing out above me, I knew I wouldn't be lasting long at all! I heard a deep, low moaning sound from the male spirit and felt his thrusts quicken in time with my own until we both exploded into my stunned girlfriend.

The spirit released his grip on Susan's wrists. The ghost whose pussy she had been eating grabbed her hands and pulled her forward up my body until her pussy was resting over my mouth. They held her there as my cum flooded out of her soaking cunt and into my mouth. These ghosts seemed to find an unreasonable amount of entertainment in watching me deal with a mouthful of semen!

Susan began to float away from me as two of the female ghosts began to lick her pussy and fondle her breasts. She came to rest on the edge of a chair with her legs spread apart. The male spirit went to her and rammed his cock into her wet pussy. He began to fuck her wildly as a ghost brought her heavy round breast to Susan's lips and pulled her mouth onto the nipple. 

The other ghost drifted back to join the one tracing cool lines all over my body. I couldn't move, but was perfectly positioned to see the spirits taking complete advantage of Susan. She didn't even look shocked any more. Like it or not, her body was responding quite favorably to what the spirits were doing to her. I have to admit, it turned me on too! Susan cried out again as another tremendous orgasm rocked her body. The spirits came as well, and again, that rippling effect occurred.

The male spirit drifted away from Susan and the three female ghosts went to work on her. I sat helpless and watched as they fondled and squeezed and probed her with their fingers. One began to lick her pussy, one floated in the air to wrap her thighs around Susan's face, and the third played with her breasts. They quickly and expertly brought Susan through a series of shuddering orgasms. I felt myself getting harder as I watched. When Susan seemed completely spent, the three ghosts drifted away from her and returned their attention to me. I felt myself floating again. I came to rest on the carpet on my knees with Susan immediately on my right. The male spirit approached me as the three female ghosts crowded behind me. I could hear female laughter. One of the ghosts put her mouth very close to my ear and I could hear, as if a distant whisper, "You were very bad to light those candles. Now you must be punished as your woman watches!"

The ghosts behind me pulled my arms to my back. Slender fingers slid into my hair from behind, grabbed firmly and painfully, and pulled my head back, causing me to shout in surprise and discomfort. As I shouted, the male spirit moved in and slid his cold cock into my mouth until his smooth balls were resting on my chin. Ghostly fingers pinched hard at my nipples while a hand slapped sharply at my ass from behind.

Great. How was I ever going to look at Susan again after this? I don't think the tequila trick is going to work twice in a row. The worst part was that while I was getting abused by these poltergeists, with a transparent cock fucking my mouth, I was becoming rock hard again! This must look awful to Susan! I rolled my eyes to the side to look at her, prepared for an expression of disgust. What I saw floored me. It seemed Susan could move again, because as she watched me suck this spectral prick, she was actively masturbating and pinching her nipples! She was really turned on by this!

The spirit slid his big cock in and out of my mouth for a while longer and I felt my erection growing at the sight of Susan playing with herself as she watched. The next thing I knew, the cock popped out of my mouth and I was floating again. The spirit sat on the edge of my bed and lowered me onto his stiff prick, in much the same position Rick was in a few nights ago. I felt my asshole stretch to accommodate the spirit's thick hard on as he completely filled my ass. The female ghosts beckoned to Susan to join. Apparently of her own volition, Susan got up from the chair and walked over to us. She knelt between my legs and took my hard cock into her mouth. She began to suck my shaft as the spirit pumped in and out of my ass. Susan would break from sucking me periodically to fondle and lick both my balls and the spirit's as he continued to work into me. I could once again feel that cool, hard cock massaging my prostate as my girlfriend sucked me off.

The female ghosts got into the act and began to fondle and finger-fuck Susan as she knelt between my legs. I couldn't believe she was doing this voluntarily! At one point, she came up to bite my ear and whisper, "It got me so hot, watching that ghost have his way with you! Watching you suck his cock was the hottest thing I ever saw until he started fucking you up the ass!" Then she went back to sucking my hard cock as the ghosts resumed their finger-fucking. I couldn't help but wonder who she was and what had become of my girlfriend. Susan had never shown any sort of kinky side whatsoever.

I felt my balls tighten up again as my orgasm built. The spirit's cock began to pulse harder and faster in my ass as he let out another long moan and I felt the now familiar cold, splashing sensation deep in my ass. The ghosts all rippled and looked a little more solid. I grunted heavily as I shot a huge load of cum into Susan's eager mouth. The spirit pulled out of my ass and, along with the other ghosts, faded away through the ceiling. Susan slid up my chest as I fell back on the bed. She pressed her lips to mine in a forceful kiss and pushed my cum into my mouth with her tongue. I tried to pull away, but she grabbed my hair and held me tightly to her. I felt completely spent. Sleep came washing up to claim me, and as I drifted off, I wondered what had just happened in my relationship with Susan.