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A Ghost of a Chance

By: sachiaiko



Sam was sprawled out upon the potato-chip wrapper strewn floor, one hand half wrapped around a forty ounce of bad, cheap beer. This was not the first time he’d passed out, all alone in his apartment, singing his own sad songs of remorse and self hatred. No, and to his way of thinking, it most certainly would not be the last. 

It hadn’t been long enough; Sam was still distraught over the death of his best friend. A friend he’d loved till the day he’d died. Tristan was a bright guy, always laughing, joking and playing. Even his features had been bright and pure, blond hair, bright green eyes. A drastic contrast to Sam’s own black hair and intense brown eyes. Their friendship, and Tristan’s life, was cut short six months previous by a couple tons of metal slamming into each other.

To compound matters, a mere couple months after Tristan’s demise, Sam came home to find his high-school sweetheart in bed with his brother. Things just couldn’t get worse for him, and soon Sam had spiraled into a never ending pit of despair. He’d taken a couple terms off of college, unable to complete the work when his mind was in such anguish, and soon fell into a habit of drinking himself into a mindless stupor each and every night. Tristan would have slapped him senseless.

In fact, Tristan was contemplating doing just that, as he stood over his dearest friend, watching him sleep the mindlessness of his drug haze into wakefulness once more, only to repeat the same old thing again the next night, Halloween.

“Wake up!” he snapped, kicking at Sam with the edge of one spectral, yet fully corporal toe. “Wake up you worthless drunkard!” he said again, raising his voice as Sam turned over, groaning and shaking his head.

“Leave me ‘lone.” Sam huffed out softly, and then his breathed whooshed out of his lungs with sudden surprise when Tristan kicked him upside the back of the head. “Owww!” 

“Get up!” Tristan tried again. “Dear god, if I’d have known you’d have wasted this much of your life crying over spilled me, I’d have crawled from my grave months ago!” Tristan crossed his arms over his chest, giving a good glare as Sam tried to cover his head, still completely and utterly asleep. Tristan pondered, tilting his head to the side as he regarded Sam. “Hmm... I bet you still hate sunlight as much as you did months ago.” Tristan muttered, walking over to the window and pulling the blinds. Sunlight streamed into the room, and finally Same sat up, taking beer bottle in hand and tossing it at Tristan across the room.

About mid-motion, it dawned on Sam, that indeed, this man he was throwing his bottle at was dead. Blinking, he watched Tristan dodge the oncoming projectile, then give the same grin he’d always given him. Playful, childish, and utterly charming, men just shouldn’t be allowed to have a look like that, Sam thought absently, that’s a look reserved for woman who want something. “Trist?” he asked in a small voice, then groaned. “I knew it, I knew it! I knew I was going to go insane. Now they’ll have to put me in a mental institution, and pretty soon I’ll walk around mumbling ‘I see dead people’ with drool leaking out of the corner of my mouth.”

“Dramatic as always, dear friend o’ mine, I always did say you had enough drama to be a Queen.” Tristan smirked as he stepped closer to his friend, who scrambled backwards until his back was pressed flush with the wall, wide eyes staring upwards.

“Your not real. You are a f-f-fig – Figment of my imagination.” Sam stuttered, closing his eyes tightly and giving a groan. “Figment of the imagination!” he repeats, voice growing a little frantic. “You know, how clichéd is it that I begin imagining my dead friend on Halloween? Really, Sam, one would think that I would have the good taste to manage this feat of mental instability on a perfectly meaningless day!”

“Its really me, Sam, though I wont argue about you being mentally unstable.” Tristan said, kneeling down beside his friend, grinning slightly. “Its good to see you.” He whispers, biting his lower lip, then reached out to touch Sam’s hair. “God, I cant believe I can touch you.” He said, staring as Sam’s face began to grow more and more terrified. 

“Haaalp!” he screamed, “There’s a dead man in my apartment!” Sam was utterly distraught, and after a moment of watching his friend scream, Tristan just began to laugh, helpless laughter that rang through the room. He always did have a rich laugh, smooth and sweet, contagious in the way that most good laughs are. This startled Sam so much, that he stopped yelling to stare at the apparition in front of him.

“Sam, calm down or you’ll give yourself a brain aneurism and fall over dead, and this whole thing will have been a waste of every ones time.” Tristan told him, voice chiding, and incredibly amused. “Yes, I’m dead. Yes, I’m really here. Yes, it’s just a coincidence that it happens to be Halloween. I need you to listen to me, buddy.” He said, snapping fingers in front of his friends face. Sam simply stared dumbfounded and shocked.

“Okay, I can see we’ve got a problem. So lets see here...” Tristan pondered for a moment, watching Sam’s big brown expressive eyes. “In that stereo that my mom gave you, the one that used to be mine before I died. I wrote a special letter to some one, and I hid it in a compartment in the back. Not even YOU know about that, so you cant say that as a figment of your imaginations I’m playing off your memories. I know you have the stereo, go on, look.” He said, sitting back on his haunches and crossing his arms over his chest.

Tentatively, Sam crawled to his feet, one eye on the ‘ghost’, the other eye on the stereo across the room. Once standing, he bolted for the thing as Tristan watched on, “In the back, no, no, flip it over, yea, beneath that plastic, its not ‘spost to come out but it does.” Tristan informed him quietly, comfortable in the supreme knowledge that his letter would indeed still be there.

Sam sat on the edge of he shelf on which the stereo had stood, fidgeting with the back of the box for a moment, and then finally the back popped open, making Sam blink in surprise. Inserting a couple fingers, for that’s all that would fit, he began to pull out a folded up envelope, and finally, when unwrapped, the front held the name “SAM” in the bold scrawl that Tristan always used. Before Sam had a chance to open the unsent letter, however, Tristan was beside him, snatching it away and blushing slightly. 

“You can’t read it.” He told Sam. “You can read it when I’m gone, but not now.” He muttered, his cheeks flaming to the point that Sam absolutely knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that something unbelievably embarrassing was written in that letter. Eyes narrowed, Sam made a grab for the letter, only to have Tristan hop back and clutch the crumpled paper to his chest. “No! Not yet!” he shouted, cheeks aflame.

“Fine, Rat Bastard, always trying to make me go crazy—“ Sam stopped, stared at his friend, and the dawning slowly came. This was Tristan, and suddenly tears began to roll down his cheeks, and he threw himself at his friend, wrapping strong arms around Tristan’s lithe form. “Tristan, your back, your back.” He whispers, not trying to make sense of what is so obviously true, just trying to accept what he couldn’t understand. Tristan was there, warm arms wrapped about him. “I’ve missed you so much, I thought... I thought I’d never be able to breath again, and I cursed myself when every day I continued to do just that.” He whispered, sobbing softly. Tristan just held him close, stroking his friends back.

“Sam... Shhh...” he murmured.

“No, Tristan... I felt as if part of my heart was missing!” Sam explained his voice thick with his tears as he buried his face in against Tristan’s neck.

“Yes...” Trist replied, “I know.” The seriousness of his voice was so intense, that Sam blinked softly and pulled back, looking at his friend. “You need me.” He told Sam, who sniffled and nodded his head, a thick lock of black hair falling across his forehead, only to be swept away by Tristan’s caressing fingertips.

“Yea...” Sam said, not quite catching on to what Tristan was trying to say. “I need you.” He murmured, finding himself closing his eyes as Trist’s fingers moved from his forehead to brush away his tears. “Why are you here?” he asked quietly, big brown eyes wide with innocent curiosity, the kind that comes with grief, and the abatement of said grief. 

Tristan bit his bottom lip, watching his friends expression carefully, then nodded his head. “I convinced certain important powers that my coming back would help a few people.” He said quietly, “Namely, You and I, but not just the two of us, there are others who will be affected by my return. However... there’s a catch.” He said, heaving a soft sigh. “I can’t exactly tell you why I’m here, if I do... I get hauled back. And... if I manage to accomplish what I’m here to accomplish, I wont come back as a human, but... something a bit different, sorta like a strange kinda angel.” He explains, “Although ‘God’ isn’t exactly what one would expect, and neither are the ‘angels’.” He explained for a moment, making a face of confusion before shrugging his shoulders.

“And... what does this have to do with me?” Sam asked, equally confused.

“Everything.” Was all Tristan said.

“Everything?”

“Yes, everything. My success hinges upon spending time with you while I’m here, and keeping you from doing something unfailingly stupid. Do you remember Halloween when we were eighteen? Could you have been any dumber?” Tristan started to chuckle, and Sam’s cheeks flamed.

“Hey! That girl slipped me XTC!” he snapped, “Its not my fault I started rubbing against every person who walked by.” Tristan’s chuckles transferred into full fledged laughter. “And that guy was totally asking for it!” Sam continued, “He had all that long hair, I thought he was just a really FLAT girl.” Tristan’s laughter turned into rolling giggles, and he shook his head.

“Sam, your gay, get over it.” Tristan gasped out.

“I beg your pardon! I dated a girl for five years!?” Sam replied, looking indignant. Tristan smirked.

“Sam? Didn’t it ever strike you as odd that you never wanted to face her while you fucked her?!” Tristan’s voice dripped sarcasm.

“There’s nothing wrong with fucking a woman from behind, you get better depth!” Sam defended himself, “besides, you are one to talk, mister ‘I’m just exploring my sexuality.’ How many men did you fuck around with, Hrrrmm?” He asked, smirking at his friend.

“I got news for you buddy,” Tristan replied, “I wasn’t exploring my sexuality. I’m gay, and I have been for as long as I could remember. I never told you when I was alive because I thought you’d flip out.”

Sam stared at his friend in open mouthed shock. “But what about all the woman you fucked?!”

“Boasts, most of them, some of my conquest were real, but that was the real exploration. I don’t like fucking a woman facing her either.” He made his point, arching an eyebrow at Sam as if to say, ‘Hah!’.

“Oooh shit,” Sam said, letting out a long whistle, “You should have told me, Trist. You know me better then to assume I wouldn’t have understood.”

“Maybe.” Was all he’d say. “Now, run go take a shower, we’re going out!”

Sam frowned slightly, glanced around his meager apartment and arched an eyebrow at Tristan. “We are?” he asked dubiously. “Well... if I am going to go take a shower, you have to come visit with me while I do. I’m not letting my dead friend out of my sight. Considering I’m probably absolutely bonkers insane right now, I would like to have you within seeing distance so that you don’t disappear like the apparition I know you are.” 

Tristan arched his eyebrow once more, it was an action he was well suited for, one he liked doing, and one that made him look utterly ridiculous with his choir boy charm. “You want to invite the gay man in to watch you shower? I’m stunned! Or does this prove my earlier point?” he wiggled his eyebrows in a lascivious manner, then chuckled as he followed Sam into the bathroom. 

Clothes started coming off before they even hit the door, and Sam tossed a glance over his shoulder at Trist with a scoff, “You’ve seen me naked a time or two, it’s not like it’s anything new. Shit, when we were little we took baths together. It ain’t nothing you haven’t seen before.” He started to laugh softly, shaking his head. 

“DON’T even remind me!” Tristan’s voice came warningly, and he too started laughing.

“Oooh, we were so young and innocent then, it makes so much sense now!” Sam nearly doubled over with laughter as he unzipped and dropped both pants and boxers. “I can’t believe you did it! You tried to grab my dick when we were taking a bath so many times. I thought it was just healthy curiosity.”

“It WAS just healthy curiosity!” Tristan argued, “curious about being gay!” Of course, Sam was completely naked by this point, leaning over to turn on the water, his perfect bubble-butt far to bared for Tristan’s comfort. He turned his head away, leaning against the bathroom counter with a soft sigh.

Turning his head, Sam noticed that Tristan was trying not to look, and smirked, wiggling his ass pointedly and teasingly at his friend. “Oh, suddenly you tell me your gay and you can start staring?” he teased him, but the truth was, Sam’s belly was clenched tight, and he couldn’t figure out why.

The warm rush of water started in a steady stream, and Sam stepped beneath it, getting himself good and wet and started the daily routine of washing himself. “Look, Sam, you shouldn’t tease a man who hasn’t tasted flesh for far too long.” Tristan admonished, chuckling and shaking his head. It was just far too strange, to be sitting here with the man he’d wanted to fuck since they day he knew what fucking was, while said man removes his clothes and begins to shower - - without him! Not fair, simply not fair.

Talking about Tristan’s time out of body was far to difficult for Sam, so he changed the subject. “Where are we going?”

“Well, I figured we’d do what we did every Halloween. Grab us some beers, head out to a good cemetery and tease the local teenagers until they run screaming from us in fear. Or we could head to a party and I could slip you some XTC and watch you rub yourself over every passing person, male or female. That would be rather amusing.” Tristan smirked, watching the incredibly erotic image of Sam’s form, hazy and outlined by the shower curtain, that hid just enough, and not enough at the same time. The pants Tristan was wearing began to grow tight around the groin, and he shifted to find some level of comfort.

“And some how your gonna accomplish what it is you’re here for going to parties and clowning around with me.”

“So I hope.” Tristan replied, “I’d very much like to be able to stick around, even if you’re the only one who can really see me still looking like the Tristan you used to know. I can’t even tell my parents.”

Sam sobered up, “How long do you have?” he asked, scrubbing shampoo through his too long locks.

“Until dawn.” Tristan replied, his voice so soft that it was barely audible over the rush of water. 

“Dawn?? But that’s only twenty four hours, Trist! Is that enough time? I don’t think I could loose you again, I just don’t think I could survive it.”

“I know, and I hope so, Sam. I really, really hope that its enough time.” Tristan’s mouth went suddenly dry as Sam turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. His hair was slicked back, and his bronzed skin shone with little beads of water, trailing down his chest and along his abdomen. Tristan watched as a particularly adventuresome drop slid into the nest of curls between his friends legs, staring with open hunger. 

Sam cleared his throat, and Trist’s head snapped up, his cheeks flaming a brilliant shade of crimson. “Sheesh, I’m not that tasty, and I’m the most vain man you know.” Sam said to his friend, leaning over to snatch a towel from the rack and dry himself while Tristan tried unsuccessfully to regain his composure.

“You know damned well your that tasty, in fact, I’m surprised you never caught on to how I looked at you all through school, specially in the locker rooms. Your rather dense, you do realize.”

With a laugh, Sam nodded his head, “Yea, I know...” he said, then “So… your attracted to me?”

Tristan blinked at his friend, smirking slightly, “I’d have to be straight not to be.”

“Huh.” Was all Sam said, but thoughts were whirling about in his mind. He’d always been curious about what it would be like to have sex with a man, and here his best friend in the entire world was making something akin to a blatant offer. Turning on his heels, before his thought could be read upon his face, Sam made a beeline for the door and into his bedroom, Tristan following close behind.

“So... what’s our first stop, then?” Sam asked as he began to draw his clothing on, a pair of old worn boxers, some faded blue jeans and a shirt with the headless horsemen parading around with a pumpkin in his hand instead of a head. 

“Your mother bought you that shirt, didn’t she? She was always trying to make us get all dressed up for Halloween.” Tristan smirked as his friend laughed and nodded his head. “Well, I figured we’d drive around, maybe catch a bite to eat. I have been dying, literally, for a good Philly cheese steak sandwich, you know, the one at that old dinner that we used to hang out at in high school. After that I figured we’d just spend time together, talk, and when night fell, we’d have fun like we used to.”

Socks in place, Sam began to pull on his sneakers, nodding his head. “I’m about starving too, and it’s... eleven thirty, perfect timing. Come on.” He said, and with that the two of them went for the door.

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When they arrived at the little dinner they used to spend so much time in as youths, Sam got one hell of a shock. His ex girlfriend was sitting at a booth all alone, staring at a half eaten sandwich and swirling her straw around her soda-pop.

“Shit, can she see you?” he asked Tristan, glancing at his friend. 

“Yea, but I look like a short red head with dimples.” He grinned, winking at his friend. “Think up a name for me, in case she asks.”

They walked towards the table, figuring to get it out of the way, she would see Sam sooner or later anyhow, and then the hyjinx would ensue. 

“Carolyn,” Sam said, his eyes frosty, which is a feat for some one who generally emits such warmth from his sparkling brown orbs.

She jumped, blinking up at him, and then offered him a weak smile. “Sam... How are you?” she asked, her voice soft. She was a pretty little thing, blonde hair, blue eyes, her figure was out of this world. And for the first time in a long time, Sam simply didn’t give a damn. 

“Fine, this is my friend...” he glanced at Tristan, “Bruce.” Sam couldn’t hide the grin that came onto his face as Tristan gritted his teeth and Sam hummed the tune to the Saturday night live skit, ‘The ambiguously gay duo.’

“Nice to meet you, Bruce.” Carolyn said in that soft voice of hers that used to get Sam so hot he thought he’d cream his pants. Now, it was just annoying.

“Yea, you too.” Trist said, nodding his head to her.

“Hey... Sam, there’s this party going on tonight Josh’s house by the cemetery, you know, the one that he puts on every year. You gonna be there? It should be a blast.”

Sam shrugged, “Maybe, I guess.” He said, sounding noncommittal. 

She placed a twenty down on the table and nodded, “Well, I’d like to stick around and chat, but I have to be getting on my way. I hope you show up… I really do Sam...” she paused, “I miss you.” And with that she got out of her seat and nearly ran for the door, leaving Sam and Tristan staring after her.

“Oooh, boy.” Was all Tristan said, and Sam nodded his head. 

“Yea.”

The meal went off without a hitch, they ate and talked. Sam told Tristan about what happened between he and Carolyn, but Tristan appeared to already have known. Throughout the meal, Tristan kept catching Sam glancing up at him, looking at him in this oddly tender manner, and his heart soared, he wasn’t sure, but he thought maybe he wasn’t wrong in assuming Sam too, was gay, but that was still yet to be determined, and as much as Tristan wished for it, he couldn’t be positive.


A Ghost of a Chance



After their meal, they spent the day lounging, talking, they even went to the park and revisited the places that they used to love so much when Tristan was alive. A time or two, tears would sparkle in Sam’s eyes, and Tristan would simply put an arm around his shoulder and tell him he understood. It was hard, but Sam would nod his head, and they would move on to the next place.

Words flowed like water, conversation and fragments of memories seeped into the two men as they enjoyed each others company, and before too long, it was growing dark, and children began to drift out of their homes, parents holding their hands, as they begged candy off of various houses.

They were driving around, in a moment of comfortable silence when Sam glanced up at his friend. “Hey… I think we should go to that party. I kinda wanna see Carolyn…” he said, and Tristan felt his heart plummet into the ground. It was such a sense of despair that met him, that for a moment he didn’t believe he could talk, so instead he just nodded.

Upon arrival, they were greeted by numerous friends all with beer in hand, some dressed in ridiculous costumes and playing music far to loud for anyone with any care for their ear drums. Josh always threw great Halloween parties. He even dug up his front lawn with numerous open graves. 

Walking about, Sam introduced Tristan to friends he’d known for years, and they were non the wiser, either. It was a bit strange, as if his dearest friend wore some immaculate Halloween costume, one that fooled absolutely everyone but Sam. They drank, and talked, and had fun, but Tristan kept watching as Sam glanced around, looking for Carolyn, appearing slightly nervous, unsure. It wasn’t a good sign, not for Tristan. 

Finally, after a couple hours, she swept into the room in all her glory. She came dressed as an oversexed witch. Long hair streaming behind her, with streaks of black, the clichéd witches hat, and a dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination. She spotted Sam right away, and moved towards him.

“Sam! You came!” she sounded happy about it, and Sam appeared unsure. 

“Yea, we were just about to head out.” News to Tristan, who stood at his side and watched the encounter, trying not to make sarcastic comments about the cheating bitch of a woman who broke the heart of the man he was in love with.

“Oh... well… do you think maybe we could talk for a moment?” She asked, giving a look of insecurity. She was good at those. In fact, it was the reason she said she’d cheated on him. She just felt so bloody insecure. A shame, indeed, but still not a good enough reason.

“Sure,” Sam said, taking her arm and leading her to a quieter part of the house and seating her down on a little coffee table. Tristan followed, but hung back enough to give the impression of privacy while he eavesdropped.

Reaching out, Carolyn took Sam’s index finger and held it as if she were a small child, and he an intimidating adult. “Look, Sam… I miss you. I … I know I fucked up, but damnit… I just cant stop thinking of you. Every day, every day I think about how much you mean to me and I just cant let you go. I know its selfish, but could you find it in your heart to forgive me? I know. I know. I broke your heart and I don’t deserve a damned thing, but could you just… could you just think about it?” she took a deep breath, which made Tristan fear her breasts would pop out of that dress all together, and then let it out in a slow sigh, gazing mournfully up at the man who she’d dated for five years.

Sam seemed to ponder her words, and finally, he nodded. “I’ll think about it.” He said, pulling his hand free of her grip, then without another word, he turned and grabbed Tristan. “Lets get out of here.” He said, his voice sounding flat, emotionless. Tristan was concerned.

They left the party without much fanfare, in fact at the pace Sam was going Tristan was certain that any minute he might sprout wings and suddenly take flight. Instead of getting into the car, like Tristan thought he might do, he continued to walk towards the cemetery. 

“You gonna take her back?” Trist asked experimentally, the first words spoken since leaving the party, and Carolyn, behind.

“I don’t know,” was all Sam would say, stepping through the gate of the cemetery and up onto the grassy little hill that lead to their favorite tree. 

“I guess I could understand if you did, but I don’t like it.” Tristan said, following beside his friend and then running on ahead, beating him to the tree.

They sat down, backs to the old worn trunk, and gazed up at the stars. “Do you think that you’ll end up leaving?” Sam said, “Do you think you can accomplish what you set out to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” He said, “But lets focus on spending the last hours of our time together, If I have to leave, I want to feel good about being here with you.” Tristan whispered, heaving a soft sigh. 

Suddenly, Sam turned to Tristan and shoved him so hard that he toppled over, giving a humph and a small shrieking sound. “What was that for?” He exclaimed, frowning pointedly at his friend.

“For dying. Fool.” Sam replied, then shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey, Trist? What’s it like having sex with a man? I’m curious. Is it true, about men having something like a G spot in their… you know?” Sam asked, and Tristan laughed, arching an eyebrow.

“Wanna find out?” He asked simply, wiggling his eyebrows at his dearest friend, causing him to blush even brighten than Tristan had earlier, when he was caught stealing a peek. 

“Come on, I’m serious!” 

“And what makes you think I’m not, Sam?” he asked, eyes deadly serious. “I’ve been dead six months, you better believe I wanna a piece of ass.”

“Oh, so that’s all I am to you?” Sam fluttered his eyelashes in a dramatic manner, “A Piece of ass! HURMPH!” 

“Yeap.” Tristan replied, grinning from ear to ear, though his eyes spoke a different story all together, all full of tenderness, and longing. It was so intense, that Sam had to look away, and upon doing so he saw that the crumpled up envelope that had held his letter had fallen out of Tristan’s pocket and onto the ground.

Biding his time, Sam waited until Tristan had laid out upon the ground, staring up through the beautiful gold and red leaves at the stars, and then he leaned over and picked up the letter. He took his time opening it, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could, and when he finally got the letter open he began to read.

Sam,

I am writing you this letter, with no intent to ever share it with you, but I just had to get out my feelings or I think I will soon explode. I love you. I have loved you from the time we were kids, and I will always love you with every breath I take. I know that you are straight, and I know you love Carolyn, might even marry her one day, but my heart will always be in your hands. Every look I’ve ever given you, every touch, every shared joke, it was all with love in my heart. Even now, as I sit here writing you this letter, I cry for the love that will never be recognized. I have tried to find some one to replace you, but I simply can’t, and I find the taste of another’s lips turn bitter on my tongue. I am yours, forever, always. My love, my heart, my soul – Its all yours. If this letter ever finds you, rest assured it was not intended to, and that I do not expect you to suddenly change. Just be who you are, because that’s what I love so much about you.

Love always,

Tristan

Sam stared at the letter, his eyes misting with tears, and then turned to look at Tristan. He’d noticed that Sam had picked up the letter, and watched him as he’d read it, and now, he sat there regarding him with a look on his face, the look a man gives his lover when he first tells him he loves him. Sam could crush him, he knew this, and in his heart he felt he might never know a moment sweeter then this one. 

“Well?” Tristan asked, his voice low, soft. Sam couldn’t help but feel something stirring in his blood, something that felt remarkably like desire. He had always loved Tristan… but was he IN love with him? There was only one way to find out.

Sam carefully folded the letter in silence, slipping it back into its envelope, and then put it in his pocket all while Tristan watched on, fear beginning to glimmer in those beautiful green depths of his. Sam didn’t want to see that fear, so as Tristan began to sit up once more, as if about to run away, to get away from Sam and the silence that began to stretch on. Without thinking about it, Sam’s hand came to curl around Tristan’s neck, and he pulled his friend into an embrace. His lips met Tristan’s soft and inviting mouth, and he kissed him with all of his heart.

Two things happened. First, Tristan gave a startled sound deep in his throat, and second, Sam felt himself almost immediately grow hard beneath his jeans. Oh yes, he was definitely interested in Tristan, and he felt as if for the first time he was finally seeing things clearly. Frantic hands began to pull at Trist’s shirt, hands that ached to run over the well defined muscles beneath, the smooth skin of Tristan’s pale flesh. Sam wanted to touch him everywhere.

“Sam...” Tristan groaned, his heart in his throat, his mouth locking onto Sam’s in a kiss that soon grew so heated he felt as if he was eating his love from the mouth down, devouring him, claiming him. But it wasn’t Tristan that was doing the claiming, it was Sam, in his quiet exploration. 

“Don’t worry.” He whispered to Trist, “I’ve got your heart.” It was the closest to admission of love that Tristan had ever heard from his friends mouth, and it made him want him all the more, made him burn for Sam, to have him, to hold him close. He pulled Sam’s shirt up over his head, fingernails scratching along his spine as he drew him close. 

“Come here.” Trist murmured, his voice husky, needy, and Sam complied, pressing in close as he too pulled Tristan’s shirt off and tossed it to the ground. 

Lips and hands moved, caressed everywhere. Not any one place was left out of the frantic touching that ensued. Tristan found that Sam’s ears were extremely sensitive when he administered a particularly harsh bite, only to hear his love moan in the most wonderfully wanton manner, tilting his head so that he could get better access. Sam, in turn, found that Tristan’s neck was a place of great interest, his teeth lightly raking as Tristan squirmed in his grip. 

It didn’t take long for pants to be discarded, and suddenly, Sam felt nervous. “What are we doing?” he groaned softly, and Tristan didn’t answer, he just slide his hand down Sam’s belly, burying fingers into the nest of curls so as to wrap his hand around the incredibly hard length of his shaft. That was all that he needed, soon Sam’s head was resting back against the tree as Tristan began to stroke him, slow at first, tender, gentle, but with great strength. He was so masculine, so masculine and yet so soft and gentle. It was a combination that had Sam’s head reeling, it was almost too much for him to handle.

Without any warning, Tristan lowered his head, engulfing Sam’s cock into his mouth, sliding and swirling his tongue over the underside of the sensitive shaft as he stroked the base of it with his hands and feather light fingertips. Giving a gasp of shocked surprise, Sam’s hands came up to curl into the soft blonde waves of Tristan’s hair, holding him tight, pulling him down harder on his length while he moaned and whimpered wantonly. Tristan obliged, taking his friend deeper into his throat, hilting him in the warmth of his mouth, sucking hard, then soft, before beginning on a slow rhythm that was designed to drive his love absolutely insane with need.

Having accomplished his task, Tristan watched with adoration as Sam’s chest began to raise and fall, his heart pounding in his chest, his excitement near its peak. And just as Sam thought he’d loose all semblance of control in Tristan’s warm and comforting mouth, he pulled back, licking his lips, gazing down at Sam with lust and love. It was a heady feeling, but Sam was going crazy. “Why’d you stop? Why? Don’t stop, oh gods, please Tristan, don’t stop.” He whispered, panting softly.

“Let me make love to you.” He whispered, and Sam’s breath froze in his throat, his mouth going dry with nerves. “I… I know this should be gentle, a first time should be slow, and tender and loving, but I need you and I don’t think I have the time, nor the inclination to make it as slow and drawn out as I want it to be. Please, let me make love to you, and I promise I will make it up to you next time.” He whispered.

Sam nodded his head, swallowing hard. “How do you want me?” he asked, nervous, unsure, his voice wavering and unsteady.

“In every way imaginable.” Tristan replied, smiling softly, and then he said, “Just lay on your back,” and he pulled a small bottle of ‘Astro glide’ from his pocket.

“Isn’t that mine?” Sam asked, distracting himself for a moment. Tristan nodded.

“I saw it, and I hoped, but I wasn’t certain, that this might happen.” He whispered.

“You were pretty certain you were gonna get laid.” Sam argued, then chuckled slightly.

“No… I wasn’t, and it frightened me.” Tristan whispered, taking his own rock hard member in hand and coating it in the slick liquid, then taking Sam’s hips and pulling them down, tilting them up. He coated his fingers in the lubricant, and gazed adoringly into Sam’s eyes as those fingers began to slide and probe against the tight opening of his ass. “Look at me, and relax, I love you, I want this to be good.” He whispered.

Sam nodded his head, “Okay.” He said, his voice sounding hoarse, his body responding instantly to the hesitant touch of his lovers fingers. He was so nervous, that he had to make a conscious effort to relax his body, completely and utterly new to this type of anal play. When the probing fingers began to push into him, Sam thought he’d go insane. It hurt, a little, but Tristan took his time, making it gentle, going soft and smooth. Fingers glided into his body, and then out, beginning a slow rhythm.

“I’m getting you ready, your tight, I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered, still watching Sam’s eyes, and not watching his fingers. “Look at me, it will help, remember I don’t want to hurt you, I love you. Tell me if anything I do is uncomfortable, I will change how I do it.” He whispered, then turned his fingers to rub upwards, aiming for the prostate. 

He knew exactly when he hit it, because Sam’s eyes got wide and he suddenly relaxed, his body loosening, his breath coming in a sharp pant. “Oh God, GOD, Tristan!” he cried out softly, his voice muted with lust. “Oh don’t stop... Jesus... fucking… H… Christ.” He murmured, and Tristan smiled, taking that moment to add a third finger to the mix, gently stretching him, moving his fingers within him for a long time, pressing up against the prostate, then letting up all together on it, only to stroke his digits in and out of the tight opening.

He spent a good amount of time on this, and by the time he felt Sam was ready, he was near tears with need. “Are you sure your ready?” Tristan asked, and Sam nodded his head, gazing up with those deep brown eyes of his so incredibly trusting, so incredibly loving. Yes, Loving, Sam was clear, he loved Tristan, no matter what else happened, he would have this night with him, and he would never, ever regret it. 

Trist recoated his cock with the lubricant, and then leaned over Sam, settling in between his legs, one hand lightly stroking his thigh as the other held him up. “Relax, remember, and tell me if I hurt you. I will go slow.” He told his friend. This was better then Tristan could have ever imagined it. While Sam was nervous, he was incredibly open to trying things, open to touching and loving every new thing with wide eyed and innocent wonder.

Grasping his own cock, Tristan positioned himself against Sam’s entrance, and with utter love in his eyes, he began to gently push forward. At Sam’s wince, Tristan brought one hand up to stroke his love’s face. “Bare down on me,” he whispered, “Relax and open, yes... that’s good, oh gods.” His own breath caught as Sam did what was asked of him, relaxing as much as he could, giving himself up completely to Tristan’s loving embrace. 

Sam’s hands came up to stroke the line of Trist’s shoulders, then curl around his neck to caress his back as he gazed into his eyes, focusing on breathing, on memorizing that tender look that Tristan wore. It was intense, the first time sharing such an experience, and Sam’s heart was in his throat. The deeper Tristan went, the more Sam felt as if he was owned, mind body and soul. Finally, with much slowness, Tristan slid fully into him and Sam simply closed his eyes and savored the full feeling that this brought with it. 

“Are you okay?” Tristan whispered, bringing his mouth down to gently brush kisses over Sam’s lips, and cheeks, and nose and eyes. 

“Yea... I’m good. It feels wonderful.” He whispered back, arms holding Trist close, loving. “Please... move, I need you.” His voice came out in a bare whisper, and Tristan nodded his head.

It started slow, Tristan drawing out, then slowly pushing back into him, filling him full. Each movement brought a moan, or a sigh of pleasure from Tristan’s mouth, and in short order it began to do the same for Sam. It was amazing, each thrust brought the length of Trist’s shaft over that sensitive spot inside him. It felt electric, as if jolts of pleasure shot through his form with each thrust.

It didn’t take long for Sam to begin responding, and when he did he lifted his hips up, pressing himself against the invading member, then letting his hips down as Tristan pulled back. “Gods... I need you, I’ve needed you so long.” Tristan whispered, whimpered really, and that’s about when he really started to take him. He settled into a rhythm that was both fast and gentle, not the rough hard strokes that he would manage were Sam seasoned in this form of love making, but not quite the slow hesitance that he’d used earlier. “Tell me... tell me if feels good, Sam.” He whispered, his voice breaking on soft gasps, uncontrollable moans that whispered through the branches of the tree and rose like prayers on the wind.

“It feels good, It feels incredible.” Sam whispered, moaning, and then Tristan shifting so he could begin stroking Sam’s cock with each thrust. This startled Sam at first, but soon, he realized what Trist was doing, he was adding to the pleasure, he had the full intent of making Sam scream for him before this was over. At this pace, it didn’t take long, and soon Sam’s eyes locked on Tristan’s and they both panted softly, making soft sounds that only two lovers entwined in each others arms have any right to make. 

“Tristan... I’m so close...” Sam whispered, and then arched his back and cried out, his entire body tensing as orgasm came crashing down around him. Tristan met him half way, burying his cock deep into Sam’s ass as he felt his entire body contract and tense, his balls painfully tight as he began to erupt, coating Sam’s warm body with thick hot fluid even as Sam coated his hand and both their bellies in the same way.

“Tristan... Tristan, Tristan,” Sam began to murmur as he came down from the high of pleasure, that incredibly blissful moment where all feels right with the world, and you just know that everything will work out. Everything will be just fine. Tristan collapsed atop him, and then curled arms around his neck and held him close, pressing soft kisses to his neck and shoulder.

“Sam, you are so sweet, so wonderful, more then anything I ever could have dreamed.” Tristan panted out, his voice a bare whisper, a soft brush of air against Sam’s sweat dampened flesh. 

They laid like that, in silence, wrapped only in the crisp autumn night, with the sound of their labored breathing ringing in the still darkness around them. And after a short while, they both dozed, their arms and legs entwined, holding each other, loving each other. They slept, it was peaceful sleep, and not long before dawn, Sam stirred and leaned in to kiss Tristan awake.




A Ghost of a Chance



“Mmmph?” Tristan murmured, blinking sleepy green eyes at the man he loved, then gave him one of those heart stopping smiles. “Sam.” He murmured, voice soft.

“Its almost Dawn.” Sam whispered, “Please don’t go.”

Tristan looked up at the sky, light beginning to creep up into the peaceful darkness, as if some one was slowly raising the curtains on a new day. “I don’t think I can stay.” He whispered, soft, sad, then wrapped his arms more fully about Sam. “I don’t know if I accomplished what I needed to.” 

A tear escaped Sam’s eyes, rolling unheeded down his cheek, and Tristan joined him in the silent shedding of tears as the sun began to rise. “Sam...” Tristan began, his throat closing off and choking the words.

“I love you Tristan... I love you so, so much. When you go away, I will always remember our friendship, but when I think of our love... I’ll think of this, of holding you, of waking to you in my arms.” He whispered.

Tristan’s body suddenly began to glow, and with a cry, his head came back and he gasped a ragged breath. “Sam!!” he groaned, his voice shallow, and as suddenly as the glow began, it faded away, not so much like wisps of mist, but rather seeping into Tristan’s very skin, skin that had gone pale, an almost iridescent white. He blinked green eyes, eyes so green and inhumanely bright they reminded Sam of new grass. The blonde of his hair was now like burnished gold, beautiful, hallowing his head like strands of spun metal. “I’m staying.” He whispered, his eyes bright, his mouth pulled into a sudden grin.

“What? What?” Sam asked, suddenly excited, his heart doing flip flops as he grabbed Tristan and pulled him into a brutal kiss, then laughed softly. “You needed me to admit you loved you all this time?” He asked, shocked, and pleased, and utterly happy.

“Not just love me, but love me as a partner, as your other half.” He whispered, cupping Sam’s cheeks in his hands, gazing into his face. “I love you too, Sam. And now your stuck with me. Forever.” He whispered, nipping at his lower lip, then hugging him tightly.

“What are you now?” Sam asked, curling up in Tristan’s arms, cuddling in close.

“I’m sorta like the Christian idea of what an Angel is. My job will be to help people in need, and when I come home from working with despair and unhappiness every day, it will be to your arms. The powers that be thought I was worthy, but they weren’t sure. When... when we are created, we must have something good and pure to latch onto. So we are sent back to the one person who we loved above all else, and we hope beyond hope, that they accept us. If they do, without any constraints, then we are elevated, and we can stay. If they do not, we are forced to return.”

“Tristan?” Sam asked softly after listening to those words.

“Yea, love?”

“You’re my angel.”

And with those words, Sam and Tristan began their new life together, and all, was indeed, right with the world.

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A Ghost of a Chance



With apologies to Dickens. The story is rather long but it had to be published together. For those people who prefer shorter stories, I have split it up into six bite-size chunk parts that can be read (and enjoyed, I hope) separately. Any constructive criticism, positive or negative, is really appreciated. Votes are nice too. 





A Ghost of a Chance



They lay entwined, heads together on the pillow. Leaning into her, he clamped his lips firmly on hers as she opened to allow his insistent tongue to explore deep inside her mouth, tasting himself inside her.

She broke the passionate kiss.

"I can't wait, my pussy, I need you, I need your cock in my cunt now!" she gasped hoarsely.

"Patience, darling, patience! I don't want to miss any part of the exhibition." 

"You bastard! Don't play with me, please, fuck me!" she cried as she smacked his bare buttock lightly.

Resisting an evil desire to hear her plead again, the man languidly moved his hand down the woman's body, flicking her nipples lightly and watching her twitch, before stroking his fingers tantalizingly across her flat stomach and smooth mound. He pressed the heel of his palm firmly against her smooth pubic bone and her hips leapt off the bed as if from an electric shock. Maintaining the pressure, he traced his fingers round her inner labia occasionally slipping a little way inside her wet cleft. He deliberately avoided the sensitive little nub of flesh.

"My clit! For fuck's sake, touch my clit, you bastard!"

Laughing, he turned over, moving his head down between her thighs, breathing in the heavy powerful sweet smell of her pussy. She took his recovering cock in her mouth, suckling it slowly back to full hardness. 

The woman wriggled her hips, pressing her ass hard into the bed when she felt three fingers push deep into her pussy, massaging the inner walls of her slippery passage, searching for her magic spot. The sounds of her agitated panting grew shriller when she felt a tongue lightly brush the tip of her clitoris, sending waves of heat to her throbbing nipples. As the tongue started to exert more pressure, she began to shake and as her clit was sucked into a mouth and teeth nibbled her hard bud gently she exploded with a powerful climax racking her entire body.

As she recovered her senses, she felt the urgent, powerful need to be filled and taken.

"Fuck me! David, please, fuck me now!"

The man turned and positioned himself between the woman's legs. In one smooth movement he slid up her body until his mouth was on hers and the head of his cock was at the entrance to her vagina. Feeling him press against her swollen lips, the woman wrapped her legs tightly round his back to open herself fully to the welcome intruder. He paused for a moment then, with one powerful thrust, buried himself entirely in her gaping hole. He held himself there, listening to her shrill gasps and delighting in the pressure her pussy walls were exerting on his penis. 

Slowly, so slowly, he started moving in and out of her hole. She was so wet that there was a crude slurping sound as he withdrew until he could feel her engorged labia against the head of his penis, before pushing back into her slippery depths. Moving further up so his pubic bone was on hers, the top of his cock rubbed her clitoris with each stroke. Feeling the trembling body beneath him, he knew she was close and increased his pace until he was pistoning inside her, his balls slapping loudly against her wet skin on each stroke.

She screamed piercingly as her orgasm swept though her, "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" The hips bucking wildly beneath him sent him over the edge and he came, violently, filling her hole with his hot cum before collapsing on top of her, totally spent.

They lay exhausted and silent for a long while in the afterglow, happy in the touch and smell of each other's warm, damp skin. Finally he kissed her tenderly saying,

"Happy Valentine, Emma."

"Thank you, David darling, that was wonderful," she whispered dreamily.

"There's only one problem, though, Ems."

"What's that?"

"What are we going to do tomorrow?" 

"That's easy," she giggled. "We'll call it The Day after St Valentine and do it all again."

She took his hand and pulled it over her rounded bottom flesh until his fingers slid through the crease of her ass and rested on the puckered star of her anus.

"I think there's one part of the exhibition you didn't get into today!"

As the two giggling lovers snuggled sleepily together, the scene faded in front of David's eyes and he found himself back in the hotel room with Val. 

"I remember giving her that diamond necklace," he said very quietly. "We'd been married two years and I'd just got promoted. I blew three months' salary on that but... it was worth it." A sad, pensive smile played on his lips.

"She's always loved and treasured it since. She says it reminds her of me when we're apart, especially remembering that night."





A Ghost of a Chance



Val smiled knowingly, "It's very simple, really. We were in the certain future."

David snorted. "What the hell is that, it sounds complete nonsense to me?"

The old man laughed throatily, "Of course it does to you; you poor mortals can only live in the present, the here and now. If you could only see it, there is a pattern in life, a river flowing to the sea if you like, which means that events will flow in a predetermined pattern – unless a force acts on them, pushing them in a different direction."

"I think you mean, if I understand you properly, that what we have just seen is going to happen in forty eight hours time."

"Yes, without doubt my son, unless some inadequate human does something out of character and pushes the curve of the inevitable in a different direction." Val spoke wearily, as if frustrated by David's limited intelligence.

The exasperation was driving David crazy.

"Look, who the hell are you anyway? What are you doing here, in my room, in those silly fancy dress clothes? I'm going out of my mind and I need to know what's going on."

The old man motioned David to sit on the bed.

"It's not really important who I am but, as I can see you're being distracted from what I came to show you, I'll explain a few things to you.

"Two thousand years ago I was a priest in Rome. The government didn't want soldiers to fall in love, thought it distracted them from their jobs, war must always come first. So, I married them in secret. That's why they locked me up.

"In prison, I fell in love with my jailer's blind daughter. Our passion was so overwhelming, so powerful that, just before they executed me, it restored the girl's sight. Her love had lifted the scales from her eyes. She could see.

"Since then, I have tried to help lovers who seem to have lost sight of what is important. That is all." 

Amazed at what he had just heard, David was speechless for a long moment. Finally, he found his voice, "So, so you're, you're... Saint..."

"Hush, we still have work to do," interrupted the old man, taking David's hand as the hotel bedroom disappeared once more. "Come with me. There is more to see and very little time."

Bright winter sunlight streaming through a kitchen window hurt David's eyes. As he adjusted to the dazzle, he looked round but couldn't recognize the kitchen he was now standing in.

The pale yellow tiled room was spacious with gleaming white countertops. The tousled brown hair and chiseled features of the man sitting at the serving island, drinking coffee, were completely unknown to David. He watched the man pull his dark blue silk robe round him as he stood and walked to the door to the hall.

"Come on lazybones," was shouted up the stairs. "There's loads to do, unless you've gone off the idea, of course.

"I've got coffee ready."

A female voice floated back, "Just pour me a cup, Tony, I'll be down in a sec."

"So, he has a name!" thought David as he watched Tony busy filling two coffee cups from the pot.

He had just got to wondering what all this had to do with him when his jaw dropped on seeing Emma walk into the kitchen. The shock was not just at seeing his own wife in a strange man's kitchen at breakfast but even more because she was practically naked. Not the normal terrycloth robe David knew so well. All she had preserving her modesty was a short white sleeveless shirt and a white thong. The top was tied loosely in a knot under her breasts, making it blatantly obvious she hadn't bothered with a bra this morning.

Padding barefoot over to Tony, she threw one arm round his neck and pulled his head down to mash her mouth against his. Her other hand slid between the sides of his bathrobe to fondle his cock and balls.

When they finally surfaced for air, she skipped up to sit on the island, clearly enjoying the sensation of the cool surface on her naked buttocks. Picking her coffee mug up in two hands, she suddenly looked serious.

"Sorry, love. I know it's a busy day, a lovely day too. There's no way in the world I'm going to be late for the ceremony this afternoon. But, I... I just needed a bit of time to think about stuff for a while. To run over all that's happened these last three years."

"I understand, sweetheart. It's been a bit of a rollercoaster ride, to say the least."

"Don't get me wrong, Tony. It's not as if I don't want to get married or anything. In fact, quite the reverse. I can't wait to say, 'Oh, yes please,' when they ask me if I want to take this gorgeous hunk, with his insatiable cock, as my lawful wedded fuck-buddy. It's just..."

Tony smiled tenderly at the beautiful dark-haired woman sitting in front of him and began gently stroking her bare slender calves.

"It's just David, isn't it Em? However happy we are, you've that little dark corner in your mind, haven't you? Blaming yourself that there was something you could've done to save him."

David turned to Val and mouthed, "Am I dead?" but Val ignored him.

"Forget it, Tony, it's all history now. I haven't seen or heard from him for over six months now; not since the lawyer's office when we signed the divorce papers," Emma sighed.

"We just drifted apart, he couldn't see and he never understood. 

"Now," a radiant smile spread across her face and her brown eyes sparkled.

"It's all about us, our future and years of happiness...and, I almost forgot, lots of steamy, passionate sex."

Tony pulled a small box out of the pocket of his robe and gave it to Emma.

"For my Valentine's bride!"

Emma pulled the box open. "Ooh, it's gorgeous," she gushed, holding up a beautiful gold collar.

After kissing Tony, she put her hands behind her neck to unclasp her diamond necklace and replaced it with the gold band.

"Don't start thinking a golden collar means I'm going to be your sex slave," she trilled, putting the old necklace down carelessly on the worktop.

A tear came to David's eye as he watched her negligently discard the diamond pendant. It seemed as though Emma was casting him aside in favor of this new love.

"A Valentine bride!" Emma gushed. "I'm so excited we're getting married on Valentine's Day. In future we can always have a two day celebration."

"Err, what d'you mean?" said Tony, spreading her knees wider apart to let his hands move to the inside of her thighs

"Well. The fourteenth will always be our anniversary and the fifteenth to celebrate the first time we made love!"

Tony chuckled as his fingers began lightly tracing the woman's mound through the thin white lycra of her thong.

"And don't forget the first time we had sex in my car, or in my apartment. By my reckoning, girl, we'll need to take a fortnight off to do justice to all our anniversaries.

"I just hope my poor manhood can stand the pace."

"You haven't heard any complaints from me so far have you?"

With this, she stuck her foot out and, using her bare toes, flicked his robe wide open to reveal his stiffening penis and large balls.

David gasped. The man was bald. There wasn't a single hair on his genitals or pubic area. Tony's cock looked a lot longer than his but, he told himself, that was just because of the total lack of pubic hair.

Emma ran her big toe over the bare skin above Tony's cock.

"Ooh, it feels so smooth! I'm so glad you let me shave it off for you. I've always had a fantasy about doing that and it feels so much better now when we fuck."

The toe traced circles on the man's shaved pubic area and then lifted his rapidly hardening penis while Emma's other foot stroked his hairless balls.

"Doesn't it seem better now you can feel my ass and my pussy when you fuck me?"

"I must admit," Tony laughed, "I was a bit nervous about it, especially the first time you had my balls in one hand and a razor in the other. Now I wouldn't want it any other way; I love the feel of your shaved pussy against my bare skin." 

As the man continued his leisurely stimulation of Emma's crotch, David stared open mouthed at the crude display in front of him. He could see a distinct damp patch darkening Emma's panties and the thin strip of material between her legs was bulging obscenely. The straining material was blatantly revealing the contours of her swollen vulva, his wife's vulva! 

Only she wasn't his wife any more. She had divorced him and she was going to marry this... this Tony. Why? Feelings of shock, anger and despair boiled in his mind as he tried to come to terms with what he was witnessing. Why had she left him? What had he done wrong? He'd always been a faithful, attentive husband, hadn't he? So, he'd been away a lot. She'd always seemed OK about that. Then he remembered the vision Val had just shown him of Valentine's Day three years before. 

The sound of Emma's voice tore him away from his tortured thoughts.

"Darling, there's going to be no time 'til after the wedding. Do you want something to eat now?"

"I most certainly do!" Tony's voice was full of lust as he moved forward to kiss her fat lips through her panties.

"No, silly, I meant food. If you want me you're going to have to wait until you can eat Mrs. Tony Stevens tonight."

By the time she had finished speaking, Emma's voice had trailed off. When Tony pulled at the sides of her thong, she raised her bottom slightly to let him slide the flimsy garment down her legs, baring her glistening, hairless sex. She slid forward until her round ass cheeks rested on the edge of the island to allow his mouth better access to her pussy. The blouse was untied and discarded revealing the dark hard nipples standing out prominently from her firm breasts.

"Tony, we can't, not now, there isn't time," What little conviction there was in her voice completely vanished when she felt the wet warmth of his tongue on the delicate skin between her anus and vagina.

"We mustn't, Tony... ooh, that's so nice!" she purred as the tongue probed inside her inner lips and flicked at her sensitive urethral opening.

She spread her legs even wider and rested back on her elbows. As Tony nibbled the butterfly wings of her outer labia, she could feel the petals filling and opening, making herself available for her lover.

Emma felt deliciously wicked. 'How many brides-to-be get their pussies eaten by their soon-to-be husbands on their wedding day?' she wondered languorously. As the exploration continued between her legs, she wanted to pinch herself to make sure all this wasn't a dream.

Tony was working his tongue along the creases of her inner thighs. In her lewdly splayed position he could also work around the pink star of her anus. He licked everywhere except where he knew she most needed attention. As Emma's thighs and crotch shone with saliva, her rasping breathing became louder and louder. No longer capable of supporting herself on her elbows, Emma laid back on the work surface and began pinching her nipples.

"More, Tony, more. My pussy needs seeing to."

Tony took his mouth away from her groin and grinned wickedly. "Not so fast, my darling, nearly slut wife. Lie back and enjoy the ride."

Emma slapped her open hand on the worktop.

"My cunt, Tony, work my cunt now, please!"

"Getting hot are we, my little slut? You certainly smell it."

"Cut the crap, you asshole and work my fucking snatch now!"

David understood that the crude language during her striptease was no one-off event. He had never fully realized before how much polite, respectable Emma Thomas got herself off in private with the coarsest expressions.

"Come on Emma, ask nicely, pretty please," Tony cooed at her with a smile.

"If this bitch doesn't get cock in her cunt soon, your balls are mincemeat" shouted the trembling woman.

"So much nicer!" Tony said with a laugh, slipping his fingers savagely between her engorged labia.

The man's fingers were like a piston in Emma's cunt, searching for her sensitive spot.

David's senses were overwhelmed. The sweet smell of his wife's arousal was accompanied by the exciting sight of her soaking, distended vulva and a lewd slurping noise as Tony's hand rammed in and out of her. His frustration mounted as he knew he wasn't going to experience his other two senses, taste and feel.

"Oh, ooh, darling, fuck me, fuck me, pleeease!" Emma's breathless, desperate pleading drove David almost insane.

The man pulled his fingers out of her and stood between her legs. David could see his erect bald cock waving like a frenzied conductor's baton above Emma's bulging pussy.

Quickly slipping off his robe, Tony put his hands behind Emma's knees and lifted her legs high in the air. She bent her knees until they were nearly touching her breasts and grabbed the backs of her thighs, pulling them wide apart.

David gawped stupidly between his wife's open thighs. With her legs splayed and pulled back, the stretched orbs of her buttocks rested on the edge of the worktop, framing her anus and widely gaping cunt.

"Get inside me now," wailed Emma and Tony moved closer, pressing his hard cock slowly into her oozing opening.

"Aah, that feels soo good. Now, come on, fuck your slut really hard!"

Emma vulgarly encouraged Tony as he held her hips and pumped in and out of her. She certainly looked a slut now. With each thrust she slid lewdly across the counter surface, her tits bouncing wildly, before Tony pulled her back against him. As he moved faster and faster in her cunt, the obscenities grew louder and less coherent until David saw her shake and lift her ass.

"Oh, fuck, yes, aaaah!" she cried as she climaxed and David watched the man's muscular butt cheeks slow and stop, his shaft buried to the hilt in Emma's pussy.

Lying sprawled back in her release, she rested her legs against Tony's shoulders.

"Was that good enough for you?" he asked. "Up to standard?"

"I think so," Emma sighed in contentment, "but I'll expect a higher standard when we're married."

She raised herself up on her elbows, a concerned look on her face.

"What about you? I can feel you still rock-hard in me, you haven't cum yet."

"Oh, don't worry. That was for you. I can sort myself out later."

"No, Tony, not like that! Certainly not today!" Emma was indignant. "Here, help me up. I can't take this position much longer."

Tony pulled his erect cock out of her with a slushy sound and guided her into a sitting position. She gazed lovingly into his eyes before an evil smile crossed her face. Rolling over, she clambered fully onto the worktop and positioned herself on her knees with her breasts squashed hard against the surface.

She peered round the upturned swell of her taut bottom and, smiling, whispered, "This is just for you, Tony, for your pleasure, not me. I want you to take me and use me hard. Get up here and fuck your adoring bitch."

He needed no further encouragement. In a flash he was kneeling on the worktop, his stiff cock pointing at Emma's proffered rump. David could see the animal lust in the man's eyes. Driven by need, Tony placed the purple head of his cock between the swollen labia and rammed forward. Using Emma's hips for leverage, he started thrusting rapidly in her cunt.

"This isn't sex," thought David, aghast and aroused, "it's more like rutting. It's obscene! It's... very exciting!"

The man's pounding had grown frenzied until, suddenly crying out, "Now, now, now, I'm cumming!" his hips jerked several times as his hot seed jetted into against Emma's cervix and the two sweat-slicked bodies collapsed on the counter.

A few minutes later, the pair were sitting naked side by side on the worktop. Emma slipped her hand between Tony's thighs to fondle his soft penis.

"You know, sweetheart, sometimes I just love it when you do that, treat me as your bit of rough."

She giggled, "I hope you don't mind that demure Emma likes to be a slut or a whore from time to time."

"I don't mind at all, in fact I like it. Just as long as she always remembers she's my slut and my whore."

David was incandescent with anger and jealousy. This was made worse by the rampant erection at his groin. "How could this bastard think Emma was his slut? If she was anyone's slut, she's my slut," he thought, then wondered what he really meant by that.

The old man tugged his elbow urgently, pulling him away as the light faded.

Back in the hotel, David, lost for words, just stared at Val.

"That's what you meant about the certain future, I suppose," he finally managed to blurt out in his despair. "I'm going to lose her. Emma's going to leave me for this Tony person. Just because I have a demanding job and she has an insatiable sex drive."

As he finished, tears started rolling down his cheeks but Val put his arm round David's shoulder.

"At present, yes, but remember what I told you. The future hasn't happened yet and, with a great effort, anything is possible."

"Tell me..."

"My time is up David. I've done what I was asked to do and I must go."

Before David could say anything else Val had disappeared.

On waking up a few hours later, David thought he was dying. He felt awful. It felt as though a thousand incompetent drummers were practicing inside his head; a hangover, jet lag and migraine all rolled into one.

Lying as still as possible, he tried to think what he'd done the night before to get in such a state but could come up with nothing. He knew he'd gone to bed fairly early, not drunk too much; perhaps it was the heat and stuffiness of the room. Certainly, he hadn't slept well. He had been dreaming; vague snippets came into his mind. He couldn't remember what about exactly but it had been very disturbing. He was sure of that much.

Eventually forcing himself into the bathroom, he let the powerful shower jet pummel his naked body for a long time; first scalding hot, then freezing cold, then hot again. Slowly, he felt himself rejoining the human race.

'Sex,' he remembered. His dream had been something to do with sex but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what. 'In any case,' he told himself crossly, 'thirty three year old married men should be too old for wet dreams.'

As he racked his brains, trying to recall the dream, his hand slipped unconsciously to grip his rigid penis. He started masturbating mechanically until the sensation in his groin made him aware of what he was doing. "Tossing off in the shower! I really have regressed," he mused but carried on stroking his cock.

Suddenly, he stopped. Driven by a sudden subconscious impulse, he reached across to the basin. Picking up his razor and shaving gel, he lathered white foam into his pubic hair and began shaving. After ten minutes or so, he was finished. He rinsed his groin under the shower before turning to examine his work in the bathroom mirror.

He hadn't the slightest idea what had possessed him to do such a thing but, he had to admit, he was more pleased than embarrassed with the result. When he stroked his bare pubic skin it was much more sensitive than before and his cock almost jerked upright when he started fondling his hairless balls. Needing release urgently, he started working his hand up and down his straining shaft frenetically. Very quickly, he felt his ball sac tighten, draw up under him, and he came; powerfully. Thick white jets of hot semen arced from the tip of his cock, splashing high up on the mirror.

David was astounded. 'My God, I've never had such a strong orgasm just masturbating before, only with Emma.' 

The thought of his respectable wife brought David back to reality. Suddenly ashamed of what he had been doing, he set about cleaning himself and the mirror. As he busied himself, he wondered how he was going to explain his new appearance to Emma. She would be appalled. At least he had a few days before he had to see her, but then what excuse did he have... a medical examination?

Emma! He'd promised to call but that could wait until later. He changed his mind suddenly for no reason he could think of and picked up the phone.




A Ghost of a Chance



"Hi! I hoped you'd ring." Emma's voice sounded bright and cheerful.

"I left a message last night. Where were you?"

"Oh, just getting sloshed with Liz and chewing the fat about underwear and men's failings, nothing much."

"Listen, about the weekend..."

"It's all right, David. Yeah, it's a pity to lose a weekend but it can't be helped I suppose. I'll miss you."

"What'll you do?"

"I don't really know. Slob out, I guess. A slushy novel, a bottle of Merlot and early bed I expect." David had no idea why the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end.

"Anyway, call me tomorrow, David. Then you can make sure I'm behaving myself on Valentine's Day," she said with a giggle.

"OK, darling, I promise. Must dash, I'm late, bye."

As he dressed and left the hotel to go to work, David was troubled. Bits of his dream, nightmare really, started coming back to him.

Sex, yes, but there was more. Emma had been there. He had been making love to Emma. No, that wasn't right! He had been watching another man fucking his wife, except she wasn't his wife. That's stupid; of course she was his wife. He'd just been speaking to her, hadn't he? 

As the morning wore on, he got more and more troubled and distracted as the events of the night before slowly crystallized in his head.





A Ghost of a Chance



She leapt up as if stung. "What the... who the... I... I... David!" she finally managed to splutter.

"Why the surprise? Who were you expecting to see?" her husband smiled broadly at her.

Incapable of speech, the woman just stared blankly, her mind a raging torrent of mixed emotions.

David reached forward and kissed his wife. "Let's sit down and have a drink. By the way, that dress looks even better on you than I'd hoped."

As David organized a bottle of champagne, Emma was completely distraught. What had she been thinking of? She'd actually planned to go for a seductive dinner with Tony in the most revealing dress she'd ever worn and with no underwear. Yes, she'd also thought, no, hoped, that it would turn into an erotic, adulterous evening. Now here was her husband. She was utterly ashamed of herself and totally humiliated.

"Happy Valentine's Day, darling!" said David, raising his glass. "I think we'd better do some talking, don't you?"

Emma lowered her eyes to the table. She didn't want to do any talking; she didn't even think she wanted to do breathing. She just wanted to die!

As his hand stroked her leg, David said nothing. His wife didn't protest as the hem of her dress was pushed up and the pale creamy flesh of her thighs was revealed. She wouldn't have stopped him if he'd stripped her naked, painted 'cheating slut' across her breasts and ass and paraded her round the room. She deserved it!

The firm hand had reached the soft white flesh of her upper thighs and slid across her lower belly.

"My oh my! No panties! What high hopes you had for tonight, it seems!"

His fingers explored, finding her hairless mons. He said nothing but just looked at her and raised his eyebrows. Emma felt her cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment. She wanted to run away and crawl into a hole.

"David, David, I can explain..."

"Really, Emma, you don't have to. It's easy to understand. It all seems pretty clear to me. You know that your husband's out of town working, so you decide to go out in public virtually naked on Valentine's Day looking so hot that any red blooded male would fuck you first and ask questions later. Isn't that about the gist of it?"

"Yes, no... yes!" She was beaten. Hot tears of shame and sorrow stung in her eyes.

"Who was going to be the lucky man, Tony?"

Emma raised her eyes sharply. "How do you know about Tony?"

"Oh, you're always going on about him. I know you've got a soft spot for him."

"Look, David, I'm so sorry, I've been terrible –"

David interrupted her. "Hush! Darling, you've absolutely no reason to be sorry. In fact, I think you've been a saint to put up with me. It's all completely my fault; I've been a lousy husband for ages even though I do love you dearly."

"David, no, I love you more than anything."

"Emma, I've paid no attention to your needs for a long time; been a pompous jerk and let the job take over my life. If you'd gone to bed with someone else tonight, someone who appreciated you, I couldn't have blamed you; I would have deserved it. But, I've seen the light, or rather; I've been shown the light. From now on things will be different"

A wan smile appeared on Emma's face. "How d'you mean 'different'?"

"Like this." David's hand moved between her thighs as he slid two fingers between her pussy lips. She sighed and spread her legs further apart as David pushed further into her opening. She saw a waiter approaching and tried to push David away to pull her dress down but David stopped her.

"Are you ready to order, sir?" the waiter said distractedly while staring blatantly at Emma's naked sex deeply filled with David's fingers.

"Err, no! I think we've changed our minds. We have to get home urgently, haven't we, darling?"

She just nodded as the fingers were withdrawn from her pussy. They both stood and Emma pulled down her dress as David put some notes on the table to cover the drinks.

"Hmm," she thought. "Now I've waved my cunt at three strangers today. Any more, I wonder?"

This time she wasn't embarrassed crossing the crowded restaurant in the revealing dress. As she walked behind her handsome husband, she let her hips sway and looked around proudly, enjoying the faces of the men staring with lust at her semi nudity and the wives looking at her torn between shock and envy.

As they reached his car, David tried to pull Emma to him but she resisted.

"Let's wait 'til we're home."

Settling in the passenger seat as David started the car, she thought about creasing the dress. She considered taking it off completely but decided she wanted to wait a while before displaying herself to him completely naked. This time she definitely wanted the driver to see as she raised her bottom and slid the hem up to her waist.

They nearly crashed as David's attention was completely distracted from the road. Getting a grip of himself, he concentrated on driving with one hand as the other stretched to rest on Emma's thigh. Before long, his hand had moved higher and was stroking her bare pussy. All of a sudden, Emma burst out laughing.

"What's funny, darling? Am I doing something wrong?"

"No, no! I just remembered saying to Liz that there wouldn't be any panties for me on Valentine's Day. I didn't know at the time how true that would be!"

Once inside the house, Emma sent David into the sitting room while she disappeared to the kitchen. When she joined him, she was carrying champagne and two glasses and David grinned and reached out to touch the bottle.

"Cold, I see! Who exactly were you expecting?"

She smiled wickedly. "Oh, I put it in the fridge 'just in case'!"

She opened the bottle and filled the glasses while David took off his jacket and tie. Taking a glass from her, he murmured.

"The last time we had champagne on Valentine's Day, I remember you did a wicked striptease for me."

"Well I can't tonight," she said, reaching behind her head with her free hand. "I haven't got enough clothes for it!" With that, she flicked the clasp behind her neck and the black silk slithered down her body leaving her completely naked but for stockings and shoes. 

Putting her glass down, she purred, "I think I'll undress you tonight."

As she unbuttoned his shirt, he could smell the perfumed warmth of her skin. He suddenly asked,

"Tell me, have you got a vibrator?"

She stopped, shocked and looked at him.

"Yes, a long silver one! Why do you ask?"

"And a butt plug?"

She reddened, "Well, yes, if you must know. Why"

"It just seems there's a lot I don't know about my slut wife."

Smiling, Emma slid his shirt off. "But won't you have such fun finding out all the little dirty secrets of your little fuck slut!"

She felt a little tingle between her legs as she heard her crude words.

David's erection was bulging in his pants and after unbuckling his belt Emma was struggling to get his clothes over his rampant cock. She grabbed pants and briefs together and just lifted them up and pulled. As they suddenly came free she lost her balance and fell back on her naked ass... and stared open mouthed at his hairless cock and balls.

"You're, you're shaved!"

"Oh, that, yes, err, I don't know what came over me," he spluttered with embarrassment.

As her hands reached up to feel his smooth crotch, Emma cooed, "I think it looks lovely. I've often wanted you to do it but I never had the nerve to suggest it.

"One thing, mind. Next time I want to be the one to shave you!"

"That will be my slut's first new duty." David bent down and took her shoes and stockings off before helping her up and on to the sofa. She lay there, stretched naked, as she watched him quickly get rid of shoes and socks and step out of his pants.

David knelt by the sofa, looking at Emma excitedly. Her firm, white breasts were gently moving with her breathing and her dark nipples hard nubs. He leant forward and as he bit on one protruding teat felt her wince beneath him.

"Yes, yes, suck your slut's tits," Emma hissed in pleasure.

David took the other nipple in his mouth as his hand trailed slowly up her thigh, towards her core. He could feel her beginning to squirm and as he lifted his head he saw her head pushed back, her eyes closed and her mouth gaping open.

David's hand reached her pussy and, as he trailed his fingers between her outer and inner lips, he could feel them spread and swell. When his hand penetrated her wet vagina, she bucked slightly and gasped.

He moved his fingers in and out, feeling her juices soak his hand. As she began to 

quiver, he pulled his hand away and knelt by her pussy, moving his head forward to drink in the musky smell.

Staring at the beautiful sight in front of him, he sighed thinking how long it had been since his head had been between her legs, except in a dream. Why had he closed his mind to the pleasures and love his sexy wife wanted to share with him. His eyes roamed eagerly over her engorged pussy, the huge swollen lips seemed to pulsate, inviting him towards them. He enjoyed oral sex, so why had he deprived himself for so long?

His senses drove him forward. His head was filled with the scent of his wife's vagina. What had been so frustratingly out of his reach in his dream last night was his tonight and he was going to make the most of the chance. He put his mouth on her vagina and sucked gently. He couldn't remember her juices tasting as good and sweet as this and he was overcome with lust as he lapped furiously, darting his tongue in and out of her sopping opening.

"Ah, ah," squealed Emma, as David slid his hands under her buttocks to lift her pussy closer to his hungry mouth. He was mad with desire now, wanting to fuck her and suck her at the same time.

For her, for his beautiful slut, he held back his urge to fuck her. He wanted her to come first on his tongue. From the noises she was making, David knew she was close, and he moved his tongue to flick her clitoris as he pushed a finger deep inside her. Emma's body began to spasm as he nibbled the distended bud of her clitoris.

"Oh fuck, David, oh fuck. Aah, my cunt," she screamed. "I'm cumming!"

As the waves of pleasure coursed through her body, she bucked wildly, mashing her pubic bone in his face. David had to pull away, his face dripping with her wetness. As she began to relax, she whispered, "Your turn, now," and tried to reach for his throbbing shaft.

"No," he said insistently, "I'm going to fuck you now."

Emma lay back and sighed in submission.

"Do you want this fat cock in you?"

"Oh yes," Emma pleaded, feeling juices dripping down the crack in her ass onto the sofa cushion.

"Then beg me for it!"

She didn't pause to think.

"Oh God, David, stick your fat prick into your slut's cunt and fuck her, please."

David moved behind and, lifting her legs up, plunged his rigid cock in her vagina without ceremony. The force and depth of his penetration made Emma cry out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He leant forward between her legs and, as his mouth found hers, he gasped as he felt the naked skin of his crotch touch her bare mound.

Overwhelmed by the novel sensation, David almost came immediately. It was so intense to actually feel the texture of her warm flesh as he pumped into her tight, wet hole.

David was soon thrusting rapidly in and out of Emma, the room filled with the scent of her arousal, her grunts of pleasure and loud smacking sounds as their bare flesh slapped together.

He felt her rocking beneath him as her orgasm built and felt her slip a hand down to rub her clitoris. In seconds, Emma went over the top and her body stiffened as she climaxed for the second time screaming, "Oh God, oh god, oh fuck, ahhhh."

David felt her pussy muscles clench his cock like a vice, holding him deep inside her. This was more than he could take. His balls tightened and as he pounded her tight sheath fiercely he felt his hot cum shoot up his cock and gush into the welcoming vagina.

They fell together on the sofa, spent, sweating and panting, lost in the mutual satisfaction of each other's body. It was some time before either of them could say anything.

Emma spoke first.

"You know, with the dress and the champagne I was on fire tonight. I felt so wet and horny; I would have fucked Tony tonight. I mean, if it had been him."

"I know."

"Now things can never be the same again."

"What, because of Tony?" David sounded worried.

"No, silly, because of you. It's just... today... you finally released me, my secret side. I loved being exposed in that dress. I want to do it again."

"Good, I want you to as well."

"And... and, God, this sounds awful David, but I want to be your slut. I think I've always wanted it; to let myself go sometimes and be your loving slut. It turns me on. Just with you though; the love of my life."  

"And you always will be; my beautiful, sexy slut wife.

"Let's continue this in bed," David said softly, picking up the naked Emma and cradling her in his arms. "We've been so silly. We've got an awful lot of lost time to catch up on." 

As they climbed the stairs, Emma nuzzled her head into his neck and squeezed her hand between her hip and David's stomach. She fondled his hairless crotch and held his hardening cock.

"Oh good," she whispered, "Because this loving slut wife needs the bald cock of her stud husband to fuck her tight ass right now!"

David smiled happily and thought he heard the ghostly sound of a very old man chuckling.



A Ghost of a Chance



Author's Note: This one was written upon the suggestion of my friend, Turtledove. I hope she, and you, find pleasure in it. More to cum!

Katherine Reynolds wiped off the beads of sweat from her forehead, looked around the room and liked what she saw. She was grimy, she needed a bath, but she had finally finished the last bits of restoration of the Edwardian mansion she'd bought nearly a year ago. The pretty redhead looked around her home and reflected on how she'd come to this place.

A year had gone by. She didn't think it possible, which meant it had been two years since her divorce from Brant. She often pondered how two people who had loved each other so much could end in such acrimony?

They had battled at home for two years, the marriage counseling a total failure. They had battled in court for a year, Brant refusing to give up any of his precious inheritance. She'd been a loving, supportive – and very sexual – wife for nearly a decade, she deserved to be compensated, her friend Karrie had told her. 

She fought for what she believed in and when she won, she bought the house as a symbol of her victory.

She'd seen the house for the first time a little over 5 years ago, on one of those long drives she adored but Brant despised. It was covered in overgrowth of trees and plants, badly in need of a coat of paint and some care, but there was no mistaking that it had once been a truly spectacular home.

When she got the check, she went to her lawyer's [ who had thought her insane for buying the old place ] and paid the back-taxes on the property, which made it legally hers. The family that had owned it last had abandoned it, leaving no forwarding address.

Katherine hired a crew to clear the brush, had the lawn re-sodded and planted flowers everywhere. Her friend Karrie and her boyfriend / boss Andrew had helped her paint and move furniture around, the house became liveable within six months. She spent as much of her spare time away from her publishing job fixing cupboards, oiling squeaky hinges, dealing with plumbers and electricians as she could stand. Katherine was glad it was all over.

Perhaps now she could get back to having a sex life. She'd had a few dates in the last year, she'd had one steady lover – a "fuckbuddy" - since she and Brant had split up - - but no one got her pussy wet and horny, no one made her wild and want to rip their clothes off.

It was frustrating, to say the least. In the early days of their marriage, Brant bought her the sexiest, silkiest, raunchiest clothing he could find. He liked her in leather bustiers. He liked her in skimpy teddies. He liked her in sexy negligees, minis, bikinis and any other naughty thing he could think of. 

Why the hell not?, she laughed inwardly. At 35, she was still a hottie! Her 5'10" frame was still long and lean, she worked out twice a week when she wasn't restoring the house. She'd stopped dying her hair to a Strawberry-blonde and gone back to the flaming red tresses that her other friends said suited her. Her 36-C breasts were still firm and soft to the touch, with coral-pink nipples. She'd returned to dressing in a provocative manner, her secretary teased her that she looked like a woman on the prowl.

She wasn't prowling, she thought as she eased her leggy body into the warm tub. She'd bought one of those huge tubs, two could easily fit into it. When she did find a lover, Kathy knew she'd share it with him – maybe even her? - as soon as she could.

Why not try the pleasures of a woman? Why not a threesome? As far as Kathy was concerned, the world was her sexual oyster. She planned to be kinkier than ever before, to indulge her most wanton of fantasies before she was to old, living a life of regrets.

Katherine eased her fingers deep within her cunt and played with her pussy under the warm water. She felt an odd tingle infuse her being, like she was being watched, but that was ridiculous, there was no one in the house.

Her stunning blue eyes were closed, her long hair was wet and draped across one firm breast. With one delicate hand, she massaged her other breast, pinching the nipple into erection and fondling it. With her other hand, she continued her own erotic ministrations to her hot cunt, plunging one, then two, then three fingers deep into its inner recesses and fucking her pussy.

She groaned, loudly and from somewhere far off in the distance, she seemed to hear an echo. No, it wasn't her own voice. "My mind is playing tricks on me!" she thought and continued to fuck herself harder.

Her practiced digits strummed over her clit, she pulled and tugged at her pussy, she'd always liked it a touch rough. Her wimp of an ex hadn't been able to fuck her as hard the last few times they'd screwed; her fuckbuddy was much, much better.

Arthur seemed so stodgy at work, would his wife and co-workers ever be shocked if they found out he liked to dress up in leather and whip her ass with a Cat o' Nine Tails, then fuck her up the same ass with his big cock while reaming her pussy with a dildo. He also liked her to ride his dick and use her nails on his heated flesh, almost drawing blood.

Arthur's kinks ran deep and his sexual appetites were vast. He was fucking his pretty 19-year old secretary, her passion was hot wax, he told Kathy. The cute little black girl had a "Daddy" fetish and Arthur could fit that role to a `T'.

As her fingers continued to manipulate her pussy, Kathy let out a sigh. She and Arthur had to cool it for a while, there were rumors going on at the publishing house and being the boss' son, Arthur was on the fast track to a promotion. She liked him very much, so the sex was cooled down for a while. She didn't want him to lose his big opportunity.

Katherine's dedicated fingers continued to move all over her pussy, thinking lewd thoughts she would never have dared last year. She thought about T'Kea, the pretty black secretary, wondering what she looked like when Arthur was fucking her, did she make little yelps and squeals when his big, thick cock invaded her cunt?

Did T'Kea like women? Katherine had thought, from time to time, of asking Arthur if he could convince her to join them. She'd even spared a random thought or two of asking the pretty girl out for coffee, then getting her to come home with her. As her fingers slid in and out of her cunt, she imagined them to be T'Kea's soft tongue, eating her out and making her moan.

Katherine groaned again in lusty delight, and again, she seemed to hear an echo of those moans in the distance. She gave it little thought and continued to pump her fingers in and out of her snatch, feeling an orgasm was imminent.

The water was growing cooler now, Katherine's fingers were moving furiously in her own pussy and she knew she was about to cum.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHH!!!" she yelled out, her delight filling the room.

"You are very beautiful when you cum."

Startled, Katherine turned to the doorway of her bathroom, which was open, as she saw no sense in closing it. A man stood there, beautiful in a way few men are. He was nearly regal in his bearing, hair jet black and short, brushed back. His eyes were also dark and seemed to dance with a devilish glow. He was tall, Kathy estimated at least 6'4". He wore a grey pinstripe suit that was a touch out of fashion, but on him it looked magnificent. He ....

Hold on, was she insane? What was this man doing in her home?

"Who are you? What are you doing here? What the hell were you doing spying on me? Please leave, or I will have to call the police!"

His chuckle was almost eerie, Katherine felt goosebumps arise when he laughed. "My darling girl, my name is Robert Eames. I have always been here. I was not spying on you, in the truest sense of the word."

Katherine made no move to cover herself, he'd seen her already. "What do you mean, Mr. Eames, that you have always been here? Of course you were spying, you saw me in my most intimate moment!"

Again, the elegant stranger laughed. "I have been here for some 85 years, my dear Miss Reynolds. I was born in this house and I died in this house."

Katherine gasped. Unlike many skeptics, she did believe in ghosts. She was afraid, but tried not to show it.

"As for seeing you in your most intimate moments, Miss Reynolds, it was your passions that called me back here. Allow me to elaborate."

She nodded.

"I was a man of ravenous sexual appetites when I was living. My first wife, Belinda, could not keep up with me. I fucked the poor thing morning, noon and night. She ran off and left me alone after a few brief years of marriage. I loved her very much, she was so beautiful, fair and full of grace. A little wildcat, when she got going!" He chuckled again.

"I met my second wife, Teanna, after the war. She was orphaned in the bombings in Japan. She was beautiful, a creature of sensual delights and unbridled passions. Our sex life was magnificent, she kept up with me. She sucked cock with abandon, she loved to be taken anally, she adapted to any new pleasure I should care to introduce to our bedroom."

"Teanna preceded me to the grave by 10 years. I mourn her to this day. For the last 10 years of my life, I had dalliances with many widows, some of their daughters and a few of the servants that worked for me. It was to one of them I bequeathed my home, I had no children, oddly enough. My poor servants could not keep up the house, I am sorry to say."

Katherine looked at him, intently. He was interesting and she found the story fascinating. "But why are you still here?"

He smiled at her, there seemed to be delight in those beautiful eyes. "After my death, I found myself unable to leave this house. I was told by forces I do not understand that as long as my passions remain, I will be bound to this earth. Should a creature of equal passion appear, she will be able to see me, interact with me."

"You said she. Does it have to be a woman?"

Robert nodded. "My gate does not swing in that direction." Katherine laughed.

"You were an old man when you died," Katherine said, still fascinated. "Why don't you appear to be old now?"

"It is part of the curse, part of the blessing, to appear in the form most pleasing. And you do find me pleasing, do you not Miss Reynolds?"

Katherine nodded, adding. "Please, stop calling me Miss Reynolds. You've seen me naked and pleasuring myself. It is Katherine or Kathy, thank you."

"All right, Katherine. It suits you."

"My mother always says that. You said I can interact with you. How so?"

Robert moved towards the tub, holding out his hand. "Take my hand."

She did as he said, gasping. "You're solid!"

He frowned slightly. "Only to you and a few others. In this world, there are precious few that could match my passions."

"And I am one of them>"

He nodded.

"So, what do we do now?"

"If it would please you, I would like to go into that bedroom, have you dress in something provocative and let me fuck your brains out. If it would please you."

Katherine laughed. "It would please me very, very much. Let's go."

The pair walked down the hall to the Master bedroom, the old wood creaking beneath them as they did. When they reached the bedroom door, she asked him "Was this your bedroom?" He nodded.

"Then why don't you carry me in there? You have the honor of being the first – person – I have had sex with in this home."

He picked her up, her arms went around his neck, the sinews in his arms taut and firm. "The honor, darling Katherine, will bring me much joy."

He sat on the bed and watched her don a black lace teddy, followed by garters & stockings, with slingback black pumps. She walked over to the bed, waiting for her spectral lover's appraisal.

"Do I meet with your approval?"

He smiled, an nearly-evil look came over his face, which made him seem even wilder, more sexual. "Katherine, only my beloved wives have ever been as sensual as you. Come, let me pleasure you."

She placed her self on the bed and he went between her legs, moving the teddy aside with his fingers. She'd expected him to be cold, but he wasn't. He was hot, fire ran in his veins as he ate her cunt with precise licks. He was a magnificent lover, skilled in the arts of pleasing a woman.

Robert ate at her pussy like a man starving, feasting and gorging on her cunt juices. While he did so, he used his hands to play her body like a maestro, he was a virtuoso of sex. She screamed, she squealed, her nipples were aflame as he caressed her skin. She had one orgasm, then another, then another and still, she was not satiated. She wanted to fuck him, to be possessed by her lover, to be taken with force and made his woman.

He arose from her thighs, face smiling and loving. "Did I please you?"

She smiled. "Wasn't it evident? Can I please you Robert? I mean --"

He looked at her, happy. "I know what you mean, and yes, you may. Allow me to undress for you."

Ghost or not, Robert made a little show of stripping, looking over his shoulder at her and winking while he removed his suit and shirt. When he was naked before her, Katherine knew she'd never seen such a specimen of manhood.

His body was firm all over, no paunch. His cock must have been 8 or 9 inches, beautiful and thick. It stood partially erect and she couldn't wait to taste it.

"Take me, beloved Katherine. Take your man."

She knelt before him, hungry like never before for the taste of cock. She practically inhaled his dick, thick and veiny, with a beautiful purple head. It danced in her mouth, full and rigid, meaty. She slurped up and down, her hands played with his big balls, Robert's groans filled the bedroom, the bed creaked beneath the couple and she bobbed her head up and down, taking in all of his cock.

"Oh, Katherine, you are wonderful. Suck it baby, take all of my cock, take it down your cocksucking throat!"

The lewd words from this spectacular man heated her pussy even more. She wanted to feel him deep within her, she wanted her ghost-lover to fuck her and make her his.

He sensed her lusts and moved away from her, pulling her head from his cock. "It's time baby" he smiled at her. "It's time to fuck baby, time to feel me pounding my big cock inside your cunt. You want that, don't you baby? You want me to make you my slut, my whore?"

"Godd, yessss!" Katherine yelled. "Please Robert, make my body yours. Take me, command me, make me your slut, your whore! Fuck me, make my body cum like never before!"

Robert moved behind her and without any hesitation, slid his cock deep into her pussy. He moved in and out of her body at a furious pace, fucking her with skill she had never known before. She ached for more, he would move within her and she used her educated pussy to tighten around his beautiful shaft.

"My god girl, where did you learn that little trick?" he grinned at her, as she turned her head back to look at him.

"We girls have come a long way since you were around darling!" she purred as he surged within her. "Now lover, keep fucking me! I want to feel you empty that beautiful cock in my hot cunt, I want to feel all of you!"

Robert frowned, ever-so-slightly. "I can't cum in you darling, not yet. I can cum on you though, or you can take me and taste it. What do you want?"

His cock was still moving within her cunt, Katherine could barely think straight. In a few minutes, she knew her answer.

"I want to taste you Robert. I want my man to shoot his load in my cocksucking mouth, please!"

This seemed to please him, he moved a few more times within her, and pulled out. Quickly, she reached for him, grabbed Robert's cock and Kathy took him in deeply, his hot cum shooting out and sliding down her throat. She accepted it all, greedily.

She licked her lips clean and said "Robert, that was wonderful. The best I have ever known. A girl could get used to this."

He smiled at her, and it was then she could see that light was coming through him, he was becoming transparent. "Oh God Robert darling, no, please don't go!"

He smiled back at her. "My Katherine, don't be afraid. I will be back, but my beautiful lover must rest. I plan to exhaust you for many nights to come."

Katherine smiled, but she didn't feel tired. Or she didn't for a few minutes, as Robert's image faded from view, she fell fast asleep, anticipating the unusual turn of events that had changed her forever. 



A Ghost of a Chance



To all my loyal readers and some new ones, this is for the "HALLOWEEN STORY CONTEST 2007" so I would appreciate you voting if you find this story worthy. Thanks.

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Angela had just snuggled onto the couch with a blanket; was getting ready to read when the knock came to the door. Standing there was a deputy sheriff who gave her an official summons. She read it, thanked him and shut the door; crossed over to the telephone to call Frank Doyle; her lawyer.

"Frank I don't understand. What's this all about?" she spoke distinctly trying to curb her anger. "How did the property get into this bad of a shape? What about the management group I left in charge?"

"Easy Angela," her lawyer spoke quietly on the other end trying to calm her down. "Apparently they took off with everyone's money. Easy now, it's not your fault, but it's still your property and you are ultimately responsible for its condition."

Frank had been best man at her and Carl's wedding. Carl's sudden heart attack had left Angela a young widow and afterwards she didn't want anything to do with their house. 'Their house' he thought. 'Carl had put everything into that property. He had loved the house, the scenic view . . . every blade of grass. He had loved Angela so much and their lives together were beyond perfect until that day.'

"Angela there's only a ghost of a chance to fix this. You're going to have to come back, get the property repaired and then either rent it out or sell it. This is an official summons sugar so there's nothing I can do about it," spoke Frank.

Angela sighed, "Okay Frank, I'll catch a flight in tomorrow," and then hung up the phone before he could say anything else.

* * * * *

Angela had left this small town five years ago after the sudden death of her husband. She didn't want to be here and she didn't want to see their house again ... too many memories, heartache and tears. It was late afternoon when she pulled her rental car into the familiar gravel driveway and looked at the property. It was so run down it was hard to believe that so much damage could have resulted in the last five years.

She got out of the car and slowly approached the front porch. In her mind she could see Carl's body still lying where he'd fallen; where she'd found him when she came home that evening. Her tears started falling uncontrollably as she moved closer. She finally made it up on the porch and reached for the screen door; it almost fell off its hinges.

Angela's mind flashed back to the memory of Carl hanging the door; it'd fallen on his foot. He yelled, she'd laughed and then removed his shoe and rubbed it for him. The door didn't get hung that day since they had sex instead. She could still feel his strong hands as he drew her down to him on the porch; no one around but the wildlife to witness their act of love. 

She lay across his muscular chest as his hands caressed her back. He told her how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have her. His lips sought hers, his tongue seeking and then probing the depths of her mouth; letting his desire for her overtake his body. His hand sought and found her breast; she moaned into his mouth her own desire. It didn't take long for their clothes to be removed; it never did. He loved her breasts and always took his time to rediscover every inch of them with his hands and mouth as she moaned and pressed back rubbing along the length of his shaft.

Angela rose and slowly lowered herself on to his hard cock; arching her back feeling him filling her completely. He would rub her ass and moan as she descended until she bottomed out and then would draw her back to him; his mouth seeking hers and then her neck. He would roll her; always wanted to be on top and in control. Carl drew out their love making to the fullest; always making sure she had several orgasms before finally climaxing with his own. Their love making, always slow ... always complete ... always perfect.

Memories ... that's all she had now. She leaned her head against the door and her tears fell onto the dry wood and were quickly absorbed. She gave a small sob trying to get her emotions under control. 

Angela reached out with the key, inserted it and heard the latch click. She put the key back into her pocket and pushed the door open into what should have been the living room. There was garbage everywhere; beer cans, liquor bottles, broken dishes ... apparently the local young crowd had discovered another use for the abandoned property. One thing was apparent; the mess was going to take time to clean up.

Angela didn't bother with the kitchen; her kitchen. She didn't want to see that ruin yet so she slowly started to climb the stairs to the second floor; more garbage. The door to 'their' bedroom stood open and she leaned against the frame. Their bed was still here and nothing seemed disturbed; very little dust anywhere. Then her mind was flooded with memories of sweet love making and laughter. Intimate talks about the life they both wanted and looked forward to.

"Oh Carl," she sighed softly, "why did you leave me? I miss you so much," she closed her eyes and hugged herself; wishing it was his strong arms around her and his lips pressed against hers. Her tears were her only company. She heard a sound and caught a slight moved out of the corner of her eye; 'probably mice' she thought. 

"Angela!" yelled Frank from just inside the entryway.

The sound of her name pulled her back from her dream state. "I'm up here Frank," she called down as she wiped the tears off her face. She heard his footsteps on the creaky stairs and then he was beside her.

"Why didn't you wait for someone to come with you?" he inquired.

"I just wanted to see the damage as soon as possible. Oh Frank, how could they have done this much to Carl's house?" her tears started falling once again.

'Carl's house,' he thought. "Angela," Frank spoke softly, "your house." She looked into his eyes and nodded her head.

"I've got you a room in town. Not much can be done legally until Monday, so you might as well follow me back. We'll have dinner and discuss the court hearing," he spoke quickly urging her to come down the stairs. The house made him uneasy and he didn't want to stay any longer than necessary.

She felt reluctant to leave and remorse seemed to flood into her as she closed the front door and then locked it once again. She'd come back tomorrow; start clearing and bagging the garbage before seeing what else needed to be done.

Angela followed Frank back into town and settled into the room at the bed and breakfast. She thanked him for the offer of dinner, but wanted rest more than food. It'd been a long trip; she needed solitude now. She needed a quiet calm before going back and confronting more memories. Unfortunately, Carl was in her every dream that night.

She woke early the next morning and ate a small breakfast from the simple selection served at the B & B. She wanted to get back to the house and start the clean-up, but Frank insisted that he wanted to meet with her first.

"Listen Angela," he spoke over coffee at the local café, "there's no reason why you can't hire someone to clean it up; no reason to do it yourself."

'But there was a reason,' Angela thought. She felt that she had let Carl down by letting the property get into its current condition. She gave Frank a small smile, "Frank; I need to do this. It'll give me a chance to do something for a change. When it's fixed up and ready, we'll discuss what to do with the property."

"Okay," said Frank, "you were always headstrong anyway. Just take it easy and don't try to do it all in one day."

Angela laughed, "Hardly Frank; too much damage. I noticed that the bedroom wasn't ransacked so if it gets too late, I'll just sleep there and come back in to town in the morning. I need to go through the entire property to see what needs to be done. Remember, I'm use to restoring old houses. I don't need to hire anybody to do a job I'm capable of handling myself."

Angela headed to the hardware store after their meeting to pick up a few supplies; then stopped at the local grocery before heading out to the property again. She managed to make it in through the front door this time without breaking down into tears. 

This time she walked through the dining room and into the kitchen. 'Everything,' she thought looking around, 'absolutely everything was going to need to be replaced,' and then she sighed. 

Angela went back to the car and hauled all the supplies in that she had bought. She started the back braking job of picking up and bagging the garbage which she set outside. It took her the rest of the day to pick up the floors and then sweep them on the first floor.

By the time Angela had accomplished the initial clean up, it was nearly sunset. She got the sandwich and soft drink she'd bought in town from the cooler and ate in the quiet of the house. She was tired, but felt I calm peace envelope her. She smiled to herself; made sure the house was locked for the night and slowly climbed the stairs.

Angela stood in the doorway of their bedroom once again; she couldn't control the tears as they made slow treks down her face. She once again noticed how undisturbed the room was before crossing over to the dresser. She knew it was there before even opening the drawer; somehow this room had survived the ransacking the rest of the house had taken. She slowly opened the drawer and stared as her tears fell in silent witness; their wedding candle.

She reached her shaky hands into the drawer to retrieve it and set it in its base. Angela crossed the room and placed it on her side of the bed along with her lighter. The image swam through her tears as she sat down on the bed, "Oh Carl," she sighed with heartache and longing as she lay back and cried into the pillow. Soon sleep overtook her from the emotional drain as much as by the physical exhaustion; she never saw or heard the door shut.

Carl was in her dream; she felt his lips lightly caress hers and then whisper her name urgently. She felt her body respond to his passionate need of her; then she woke and sat up in the bed. It was dark; she felt for the lighter, found it, flicked it to life and then lit the candle. The candle brought a calm peace to her mind that no one else was there.

Angela got up and removed her clothes and pulled down the covers on the bed to crawl in; feeling safe and secure under them and within their bedroom. She lay her head back again on the pillow and watched the shadows dance over the ceiling being lulled into sleep yet again.

As soon as her eyes closed she slipped into a deep sleep, but then the dream invaded once again. Carl was there standing by the bed smiling down at her and she was laughing up at him as he slowly pulled down the covers to reveal her naked form stretched out invitingly on the sheet. He crawled in beside her and held her body tightly next to his; kissing her deeply and passionately; so much longing and desire could be felt in his kiss.

Angela thrilled to the pleasure of his mouth trailing kisses down her neck and his hand cupped her breast; her nipple responding by becoming hard, throbbing and in want of his warm mouth. Carl straddled her body cupping both her breasts in his gentle and strong hands; alternately kissing and sucking on them driving her to new heights of passion. "Oh Carl," she moaned in her passion as he continued to work on her breasts.

She felt desire run rampant through her body like she had never felt before; a burning heat that she knew that only Carl could quench. He slowly moved his hands over every inch of her body. She was literally writhing underneath him; wanting to feel him deep inside her. "Please make love to me Carl, my love, I need you," she moaned in her passion.

Carl smiled down at her, "Patience my love; you're almost here," he said as he continued to caress and kiss her body. He once again covered her body with his and was kissing her deeply and passionately. She raised her hips and wrapped her legs around his back indicating to him her need. She needed him inside her; needed him to complete her as he always did.

He broke his kiss and looked into her eyes; eyes holding desire and love within their depths. Saw her need and knew it was now time; he plunged into her warm depths and she cried out in agonizing fulfillment that their love making always brought.

Angela felt him move in and out of her and rose to meet each thrust of his strong body. Nothing existed for her except him being with her, their lovemaking and what that did for both of them. She felt her own release nearing and knew he also was ready; she felt her release then and moaned into his shoulder holding him tightly to her body and felt his final thrust of his release as well.

Angela smiled when he looked into her face, "How?" she whispered.

"The wedding candle," he replied. "Our unity; always and forever."

"Always and forever," she whispered back and cuddled in his arms.

* * * * *

The ringing of the telephone was insistent; Frank's hand stumbled in the dark feeling for it. "Yeah!" he inquired blearily still trying to shake the cobwebs of sleep from his brain.

"Oh my God" he could barely say. "I'll leave right now."

Frank pulled up and the fire chief came over to his car. "Looks like a candle in the bedroom set it off; total loss. We found the body of a female in the bedroom; it's been sent to the morgue. Do you know who it could have been?"

Frank stared at the charred remains of the house, "Yes." 



A Ghost of a Chance



Melinda stood in her shop reading the paper. It was all over town, 6 women had been sexually assaulted but none of them could id their attacker. They all had the same story; they woke up feeling a cock moving inside their bodies but when they opened their eyes, there was no one there.

Melinda being the town ghost buster, as her husband Jim jokingly called her, knew she had to get this ghost to cross into the light. The only problem was; she didn't have any idea where he was. 

Most of the ghosts in Grandview came to her for help. They all had unfinished business and somehow knew that she could help them finish it so they could move on. 

This one wasn't, instead he was attacking women all over town. He didn't seem to care if they were slender or big, all she knew is that he attacked single women who lived alone.

Throwing the paper in the trash, she pulled out her computer to check the day's receipts. Sales were down a little but nothing to worry about. It usually got a bit slow with winter coming on.

"Hey Melinda, how's the ghost business?" Her friend and employee Delia asked as she came into the shop carrying two coffees from across the street.

Melinda glared at her as she took the coffee. Delia was starting to believe Melinda about her being able to see ghosts but she wasn't completely convinced. 

"Not good, this guy keeps attacking women and I can't figure out who he is going after next." She took a sip of her coffee. "I mean how am I supposed to get this guy to cross over if I don't know where he is, or who he is or what he wants?"

Delia picked up a music box Melinda had picked up at an estate sale. "I don't know what to tell you there. I mean unless he comes to you, I don't see how you are going to get him to cross over."

Melinda nodded, she felt the same way.

Over the next week, 5 more women were attacked and Melinda was getting frustrated. "Why don't you go talk to the last victim?" Jim asked sliding his hand over her naked body. 

He had worked the graveyard shift for the past 3 nights and this was the first night that they had been able to be together. Melinda smiled as his hand drifted over her nipple, making it harden. "Hm...How about we worry about the ghost later, right now I need a little bit of loving." 

She reached under the blanket and grasped his cock in her hand slowly stroking it. Jim closed his eyes as he felt her soft hand move over him. "Hm...I like that idea."

Melinda giggled as he moved his body over hers. She pulled him against her entrance as she wrapped her legs around him. "Love me honey." she purred.

Jim kissed her deeply as he let his cock slide inside her. Melinda purred against his mouth as he thrust slowly into her body. 

Even after three years of marriage, she loved the way Jim made love to her; he would start fucking her slowly; then slowly speed up until they were both panting and clinging to one another as they hammered their bodies furiously against each other looking for release.

Tonight was no different, Jim drove his cock deep inside her making her squeal in delight as he seemed to hit all of her secret places at once. Her feet dug into his ass pulling him deep inside her. 

"Oh Jim, yes baby, it feels so good." She whimpered as he lowered his mouth to her breast and started nibbling.

"Does my baby love that?" he asked seductively as he sped up his thrusts, pressing faster and harder inside her.

"Oh fuck, ugh, yes." She panted as she slammed her body hard against his while she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "Fuck me honey." 

Jim moved his mouth to her nipple and took the small nub between his teeth, biting gently as he pummeled her pussy hard. "Fuck, Jim, I'm cummmminnnnngggg..." She cried as her body convulsed around him.

Jim held himself still inside her; he loved to feel her body ripple around him when she came. "Oh yes Mel that is so good." He groaned when he finally started moving again. 

This time he wasn't gentle, he slammed hard into her making the bed squeak with the power of his forceful thrusts. "Fuck mmmeeeeeeee..." Melinda cried clinging to him as he rode her.

"Oh, agh, fuck, yes." Jim panted against her neck as he pounded into her. "God honey, can't hold it, I'm cummmmmminnnnnggggg...." he locked his mouth on hers kissing her hard as he buried himself to the hilt and emptied himself deep inside her.

Melinda whined in pleasure as she felt him fill her with his seed. For the past couple of years, they had used condoms when they made love because she wasn't ready to have children yet. But now that they had decided to have a baby, she had to admit she loved it when she felt him erupt inside her.

Spent, Jim rolled over onto his back then pulled her into his arms. "So are you going to go visit the last victim?" he asked kissing her sweaty brow.

"Mmmmm...Yes, I think I will." She mumbled sleepily as she snuggled up against his chest and fell fast asleep.

The next day she stood outside the apartment of the latest victim. Her name was Alisha Town and she was 25. She worked as a waitress at the local cafe. 

Melinda knocked on the door then waited patiently; the woman who answered it looked like all the victims. She was pale, her dirty blonde hair hung limply around her shoulders. She was of medium build and nothing seemed spectacular about her. Her green eyes were lifeless. 

"Can I help you?" she asked softly.

Melinda smiled. "Um, my name is Melinda Gordon and I was wondering if I could talk to you about your attack."

The woman eyed her suspiciously, "are you a cop?"

Melinda shook her head, "no, actually I run an antique store in town."

The woman seemed to consider her for a moment then slowly backed away from the door. "Come on in."

Melinda followed her into the house. The living room was small but cozy. Alisha sat down on the couch while Melinda sat down in a chair across from her. "What do you want to know?" Alisha asked tensely.

When Jim had suggested visiting the most recent victim, Melinda had been all for the idea. Now that she was here though, she wasn't sure what to say. She looked around but didn't see anyone, living or dead other then Alisha. "Um..." She looked into the other woman's scared eyes. "Could you possibly tell me what happened?"

Alisha shivered and hugged herself. She rested back against the back of the couch. "I took my nightly shower then went to bed. I watched the news then turned off the TV and went to sleep. I guess I had been asleep about an hour or so when something woke me up." 

She stopped talking and looked around. "It felt like there were hands moving over my body. At first I thought maybe my boyfriend had stopped by after work." 

She smiled at this. "He does that sometimes, you know just to surprise me. I pretend I'm asleep and we see how long I can go before I give in. Well, figuring it was him, I just went with it. It was great at first. You know, having hands and a mouth touching me. 

When I felt a tongue slide into my pussy, I humped against it and cried out. The mouth brought me to orgasm pretty quick." She blushed, and then continued. "Anyway, when I felt the cock enter and start to move inside me, I raised my arms to wrap them around Tony. The only problem was; he wasn't there." She shivered. "No one was. Well naturally I freaked, I flipped on the light and threw back the covers but there wasn't anybody in the bed but me. I know it sounds crazy but I swear I could feel a cock moving inside me."

Melinda reached out and gingerly touched the other woman's hand. "It doesn't sound crazy at all. What happened next?"

Alisha sighed then began talking again. "Well, I tried to get out of the bed, but it was like something was holding me down. I couldn't move. The cock or whatever it was inside me moved faster and I felt my orgasm start to rise again. I can get pretty vocal when I cum and I screamed as I came. I felt something squirt into me then the presence was gone. I reached between my legs and found what seemed like sperm inside me. I immediately called the cops and told them what happened."

Melinda thought about that. Ghosts couldn't cum, well not really but if he was materialized enough for Alisha to feel him he may have left some kind of residue behind. "Hm...Okay. Um, if your visitor or whatever happens to appear again will you call me?" She gave Alisha her card.

Alisha took it and shrugged. "Sure, although I hope it never happens again."

Melinda nodded then left the woman's house.

She spent the next three days looking over the old newspaper articles about anyone who may have died during sex. She was about to give up, when an article caught her eye: 

35 year old Maxwell Jones died 6 months ago of a sudden heart attack while fucking his wife of 10 years. The wife, 32 year old Samantha Jones told police that it came on suddenly, also that Maxwell had always been a sex fiend for as long as they had been married.

Melinda looked at a picture of Maxwell. He was a good looking guy, 6' with a slender build, chestnut hair and piercing blue eyes. Melinda was sure that she had found her ghost. Now all she had to do was trap him.

Jim shook his head as Melinda explained her plan. "No way, there is no way I am going to let you live alone for a while so you can trap a ghost."

Melinda reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "Jim, this is the only way I'm going to get him to come to me. If he thinks I'm single and that I live alone, he may choose me as one of his targets."

Jim reached out cupping her face in his hands. "I still don't like it Mel."

She kissed him softly. "I'll be fine, I promise."

3 days later, Melinda was installed in a small one bedroom apartment not far from her shop. She locked up, called Jim and told him she loved him then climbed naked in the bed that came with the place. She forced herself to stay awake as she waited to see if Maxwell would show. 

Finally her eyes got tired and she slowly drifted off to sleep. She awoke the next morning and realized that nothing had happened. She marked the day off on a calendar she had put on the wall then got up to face the day.

She had been in the apartment almost a week when she was awakened to hands moving over her body. "Hello Maxwell." She said softly throwing the covers back to see the man in the picture she had seen looking up at her. 

"You can see me?" he asked in surprise as he moved away from her.

Melinda pushed herself into a sitting position as she flipped on the light. Maxwell was naked which didn't surprise her since he had been having sex when he died. His ghostly cock was hard and rested against his stomach. She guessed he was about 8 inches hard. "Yes I can and you need to cross over into the light and stop attacking women."

Maxwell sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed his legs in front of him. "I can't. I need sex. I'm a sex fiend for god's sake. That didn't stop just because I had a freak heart attack." He ran his hand down over his ghostly cock. "Don't you understand; I can't cross over? Not until I'm satisfied."

Melinda crossed her arms over her naked breasts. "Okay, so what do you need to be satisfied?"

He ran his eyes over her body. "I don't know, that's the thing, I mean I'm with these women and I get off inside them and I feel great afterwards but still something is missing."

Melinda looked at him. "Your wife, were you always in the missionary position when you guys made love?"

Maxwell looked at her in surprise. "Yea, I guess. Why?"

Melinda thought about it, "All the women you've attacked were on their back when they felt you inside them. Maybe it is because they can't see you that you feel unsatisfied. They can't see the pleasure in your face when you come like your wife used to."

He shrugged, "maybe, so? Samantha used to tell me that it always made her cum hard when she watched my face as I came inside her." He smiled softly in remembrance.

Melinda thought about it for a minute. "What if I let you pleasure and fuck me?"

He looked at her in confusion. "How is that supposed to help?"

"I can actually see you, if me being able to see you cum like your wife did, then maybe you will be able to cross over because you will finally be satisfied."

He thought about that for a minute. "Yea, that might work. I'm willing to give it a try."

Melinda nodded, "but; no more attacking women if this don't work."

"But..."

Melinda shook her head, "no buts."

He nodded, "fine."

Melinda nodded once more then pushed the blankets off the bed before she lay back down on her back with her legs spread. "Come fuck me Maxwell."

Maxwell smiled at her; he moved his ghostly body across the bed until he was laying directly over her. He moved his mouth to her neck, dropping kisses all over the tender skin while his hands went to her breasts. 

Melinda closed her eyes imagining it was Jim touching her. When she felt Maxwell's mouth move over her breast, she moaned as she pressed up against him. "Oh yes, that feels so good."

Maxwell moved his tongue over her flesh as his hand cupped her other breast, massaging it with his fingers. Melinda moaned as he took her nipple between his lips sucking gently on it. 

Her breath quickened when he kissed his way down her body until his lips were even with her pussy. She felt his ghostly fingers spread her open then his tongue dip against her in a long taste. "Oh fuck, yes." She cried lifting her hips against him. "Eat my hot pussy."

Maxwell ran his ghostly tongue over her clit, making her whimper in pleasure as he slid a finger down to her slit. She was wet and it turned him on, something fierce. He teased her slit with his finger for a minute then slowly slid it inside her as he locked his lips around her clit, sucking hard.

"Agh, oh god, ugh, yes, fuck, god eat me." Melinda cried grabbing at the blanket as she humped her pussy against his face. "Make me cum please."

Maxwell sucked harder at her clit as he slid not one but two more fingers inside her and started pummeling them ruthlessly in and out. 

Melinda was beside herself in pleasure. She dug her feet in the mattress as she pressed her pussy tightly against him. "Finger me, oh god finger me, I'm going to cum." She cried.

Maxwell pulled his fingers from her body quickly replacing them with his tongue. He slithered it deep inside her as his fingers pulled at her clit. 

Melinda was crying out in pleasure and Maxwell was in dead heaven. It had been a while since he heard a woman cry for him to make her cum and he planned to take advantage of this one. He drove his tongue fast and hard inside her and heard her whimper in pleasure as she rode his face. 

He couldn't feel her juices or even taste them but he remembered how a woman felt and tasted and his ghostly cock was pulsing madly against him. When Melinda suddenly screamed and he felt her tighten around him, it took all his control not to let go right then.

Instead, he kept his tongue plummeting deep inside her until he felt her start to relax. When she did, pulled his tongue from her pussy and attacked her clit with it again. He flicked his tongue roughly over the sensitive flesh.

"Oooooohhhhh..." Melinda moaned when she felt his tongue on her clit again. "Keep that up and I'm gonna cum again."

Maxwell lifted his face and smiled at her, "that's the idea. I always got Samantha off at least twice with my mouth before I finally fucked her." While he was speaking, his ghostly fingers were driving slowly in and out of her snatch and Melinda felt her orgasm rising once more. 

"Mmmmm, that feels so good." She closed her eyes as she humped against his hand while her own hands went to her breasts and started pulling at them.

Maxwell lowered his mouth back to her pussy; he ran his tongue roughly over her clit and heard her cry out. He drove his fingers further inside her then decided to see how far she would be willing to go. He kept two fingers driving in her pussy while he lowered his hand down to her ass and teased the hole with his fingers.

Melinda froze when she felt his finger against her ass. She had never been fucked up the ass before and wasn't sure she wanted her first time to be with a ghost. "What are you...? Oh god..." She moaned throwing her head back as she felt his finger slowly slide into her virgin hole.

Maxwell lifted his eyes to her face as she writhed in pleasure. He slammed his fingers in her snatch while he slowly fingered her ass. "Fuck, agh, oh god." Melinda cried pressing her body against him. "It feels so strange."

Maxwell grinned then started pummeling his finger in her ass while he ruthlessly fingered her pussy. When she was humping against him again, he lowered his mouth back to her and sucked violently on her clit.

Melinda was beside herself with pleasure, her body was on fire. His fingers in her pussy and ass were driving her body into overdrive. "Oh fuck me, I'm cummmminnnnngggg again." She screamed as she braced her feet hard against the mattress and lifted her body against him.

Once again he pulled his fingers from her and replaced them with his tongue making sure to get all of her juices before he pulled away.

Melinda was breathing hard and watched him through half closed eyes as he moved up over her. "Maybe I'll fuck your ass to baby." He growled as he let his cock slide into her.

"Mmmmm..." Melinda moaned as she felt him fill her. In some ways it was like sitting down in a cold bath but at the same time she was so hot after the orgasms she had that she wanted more. "Oh Maxwell, fuck me, make me cum again."

She raised her arms around him, she couldn't feel him but she held her arms around him as if she could. Maxwell kept his eyes locked on hers as he slowly thrust into her body. "Watch me." He ordered when she started to close her eyes. "I need you to watch me."

Melinda kept her eyes on his face as she lifted her hips to meet his strokes. He started slow, then sped up as she panted beneath him. 

Maxwell thrust into her fast and hard making her whimper as he once again brought her body to the point of release. "Fuck me." She cried rising against him as he pummeled her pussy with his hard cock. "Oh fuck me, I'm going to cum again."

"Yea, that's it, cum again baby." He growled as he watched her. "Cum again for me this time all over my fucking cock." He fucked her harder, making her cry out as she once again went over the edge. 

Maxwell closed his eyes as he held onto his control and pulled roughly out of her spasming snatch. He moved lower and when Melinda pressing against her virgin hole, she lifted her legs giving him access. "Go easy baby, it's my first time." She purred watching him through half closed eyes.

Maxwell smiled at her as he slowly pushed forward. Melinda felt a bit of stretching inside her but no pain, she figured it might have something to do with the fact that he was a ghost. She felt him slide deep into her ass and moaned as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

"No, keep your eyes opened, watch me." He growled leaning back over her as he slowly thrust in and out of her ass.

It was hard, but somehow Melinda managed to keep her eyes on him. Even when he started pumping hard into her and making her body bounce with the force of his movements. "Oh fuck me," she whimpered as he slammed 3 ghostly fingers into her snatch while he reamed her ass. "Make me cum again honey."

Maxwell rode her hard, his eyes locked on her as he thrust forcefully in and out of her. "Oh god, cum honey, I need you to cum." Eventhough he was dead, he could feel how tight she was and it was getting harder to keep from cumming. 

He drove his fingers faster in her pussy as he used his other hand to pull and twist at her clit. When she screamed that she was cumming, Maxwell joined her and his cries mingled with hers as he filled her with his ghostly seed.




A Ghost of a Chance



"Oh god that was...that was...What is that?" Maxwell asked looking over Melinda's shoulder at a bright light that suddenly filled the room behind her.

Melinda smiled sleepily as she lowered her legs while she looked up at him lying above her. "I can't see it, but I have heard that it is a bright light. It is for you Maxwell; it means you are ready to move on now."

He looked down at her then moved off of her as he moved slowly on his knees towards the light. Again Melinda didn't feel any pain but she did feel emptiness in her ass where his cock had been lodged not long before. 

"I can see my sister and my dad. They are smiling at me." He said with a smile as he looked over at her. 

He looked down at his body, he was no longer naked, but wearing a suit and tie. The same suit and tie that Samantha had buried him in. He turned to look back at Melinda who was laying on her side smiling at him. He looked at her in awe then back towards the light before him. 

He watched his father take a step towards him and hold out his hand. He nodded then looked back at Melinda once more. "Thank you, for everything." 

Melinda smiled at him as she nodded. "You're welcome; go on, they are waiting for you."

He nodded, and then disappeared into the light.

Melinda flipped off the light then curled up in the bed, tomorrow she would go back home and have Jim ream her pussy good to get rid of the feeling of the ghost. Maybe she would even let him have a crack at her ass, now that she had lost her virginity there, she wanted to see what it was like with a living person.

As she drifted off to sleep she smiled, once again a job well done.

The end 



A Ghost of a Chance



Bonnie and Steven arrived at the mansion around eight o'clock that Saturday evening. The access road was not easy to negotiate, as the driveway had not been used in many years. There were several other vehicles scattered about in front of the old house. 

The house had been vacant for many years. The owners were in a local nursing home, well into their final years, and they were the last of their living relatives. They had been blessed with a son while they were in their thirties, and while he was a bright and scholarly child, he was also a very mischievous one. His shenanigans would ultimately prove to be fatal for him, and the story would be one that neither of the owners would ever be willing to share. 

That was until Steven decided to do research on the house and the story behind it. He had gone to the local courthouse and sifted through all of the records until he had located the rightful owners of the property. Steven volunteered as a writer for the local school newspaper, and since he was graduating this year, he wanted to go out with the best story ever written.

Once he had the names of the owners, he went to the post office, and after paying a small fee, he was given the forwarding address for the property. All of the mail went to the local nursing home, to a suite located near the rear entrance. There was also another address with the owner's names that was forwarded to the nursing home, but Steven didn't think much about it at the time, figuring that it was probably rental property that helped to pay their expenses.

Steven stopped by the nursing home one day and popped his head in the door and asked if he could inquire about the house where the couple used to live. Neither of them was in good health, and they wanted to finally be able to tell their story to someone, so they chose to tell Steven their tale once he explained that it would be in the local school paper.

It seems that there was an outside stairwell that led up to the servant's quarters which were on the second floor. The couple had employed a small staff to help around the house when their son Richard was first born. The father did not want to have the mother overwhelmed, so he hired a maid and a cook to help take some of the pressures off of the mom, and leave her more time to devote to the son.

Needless to say, Richard grew up very spoiled. His lifestyle was already affluent, and with the constant attention from his mom, and a lot of time spent with his dad on the weekends, he was bound to get into mischief at some point in his life.

The girls all loved Richard. His light tan and boyish face, along with his frame which had a little extra meat, but nothing that would be considered fat. When he turned 16, his dad let him start to date, and it seemed that there was a different girl in his car every weekend, parked on some deserted logging trail that no one ever used anymore.

But then Richard turned 18. There he was, finally, a man. He could do what he wanted, when he wanted, and how he wanted. Or so he thought.

Halloween night Richard had snuck back to the residence with his favorite girl that he liked to "make out" with. This time he was determined to enjoy her in the comfort of a room, preferably on a bed. He knew that mom and dad never used the servants quarters anymore. And with the entrance on the outside of the house, it would be even easier to sneak his girl upstairs and let the party begin in private.

Richard had been able to kiss and get a lot of feels from this girl, but every time he tried to get any further, she always said, "Not here, not now, I want it to be somewhere special."

He knew that she was definitely a virgin, but since she was one of the hottest girls in school, he knew she wouldn't stay one for long, especially now that she had turned 18 also.

So Richard and his girl, Beth, snuck up into the servant's quarters and started to make out. What they didn't realize was that the father had seen the car come up through the driveway as the moonlight bounced off of the windshield as they drove. 

The father had waited for them to come in, giving them a few moments of privacy in case they were engaged in anything. When they still had not come inside after 30 minutes, he went outside to the car to tell them to come inside, and to break things up that may be getting heated up too much. Finding the car empty, he saw the shadows against the window glass in the upstairs servant's quarters.

Realizing what was probably going on, the father became enraged that his son would bring a girl back to the house and sneak her in behind his back. Their family was prim and proper, and they would never have done anything like that.

So the father went up the stairs quietly and as he got to the door that opened to the quarters, he could see through the partially closed door two bodies that appeared to be naked, lying on their sides and entwined tightly together.

Recognizing that the girl was from the family of one of his supervisors, and not from a more affluent family, his rage increased even more to the point where he grabbed the door and flung it open so hard that it bounced against the rail of the porch that the steps led up to and swung back almost enough to hit him in the side.

Richard and the girl immediately sat upright and she screamed when she saw the angry man charging towards the bed where they lay.

Richard jumped up and bent down to grab his pants, forgetting to put his underwear on first in his haste, but just as he was inserting his leg into the pants, the father reached where he was standing and the father swung his right arm back and hit Richard in the side of the head.

Dazed and off balance, Richard stumbled for a few steps before he caught his self and then he lunged toward where the father was standing.

The father saw Richard coming and he sidestepped at the last moment so that Richard ran right past him and out onto the balcony. The girl gathered up the sheets and tried to cover herself, but then she realized that Richard may have met his match and she decided to try and stop the fight before things got out of hand.

The father saw her start to get up from the bed with the sheet wrapped around her, but his mind was so full of rage towards Richard, that he turned his attention back towards him. 

Richard was still standing on the balcony trying to get his bearings when his dad came outside and once again, with a tirade of words, swung once more at Richards face. Richard was able to duck and miss the blow, but as the father swung once more with his other arm, he landed a punch square into the side of Richards head.

Beth had reached the balcony by then and she started toward where they were fighting in an attempt to get between the men and stop the brawl. Just as the fathers fist connected with Richards head, she dove between them and her face was caught in the action, and thereby she was knocked off balance by the blow.

Richard had also lost his balance by the last hit from his dad, and as he reached out for something to steady himself, he grabbed a portion of the sheet that was wrapped around Beth. 

This caused Beth to further lose her balance, and she tumbled over onto Richard, who then stumbled backwards and while holding onto the sheet still, they both fell over the side where there used to be a wooden railing, but it had been taken down and never replaced after it had started to show signs of rot.

The father quickly ran back down the stairs, but it was to no avail. The couple lay dead, their bodies contorted in unnatural like positions.

The mother came outside just as the father reached the front lawn and gave a blood curdling yell when she saw her son lying bleeding, motionless on the ground.

The father quickly realized how much trouble this could mean for the family, and after discussing their options, they decided to write a "we're gone" note for the family and then dispose of the bodies.

The note was questioned by the authorities, but since Richard had earned a bit of a "wild child" nature, it was decided that they would eventually return when their money ran out and everything would be okay.

The upstairs room was checked, and they agreed that it appeared as though some sexual tryst had occurred, but since both of the kids were 18, no charges could be sought at that time.

Steven had asked for a key to the house so that he could explore the house and see where the event had taken place. The couple agreed and gave him a spare key that they had locked in a drawer in their suite. They asked him to return it when he was finished. That was Friday. Today was Saturday. Halloween. Party time. And what better way to celebrate the holiday than at an old mansion that many said was haunted.

As they walked up to the house, there were several couples in various costumes and stages of dress, some of them working on their sexual exploits before they even made it inside. Steven unlocked the door, and went back to one of the trucks that was parked outside and helped several other guys carry in the large metal cans that would be used to put the beer on ice.

Once all of the party supplies were unloaded, he grabbed Bonnie's hand and led her through the doorway and into the front living room. Several of the girls had brought some candles and holders from their houses, and they set about placing them around the room so that they could be able to navigate around the old furniture, much of which was covered in cloths. 

There were a couple of flashlights also on hand, and each couple grabbed one and kept it nearby so that they could navigate more easily to places that were secluded and private.

The party got started in full swing and continued on for several hours. Ghost stories were told, and Halloween jokes were interjected in between. Several cases of beer and several hours later, each couple decided to go in different directions of the house so that they could party with their mate in a more private manner.

Steven wanted to see the room where the event had taken place, so he and Bonnie went up the stairs and entered the room through the hallway door.

The room was rather large in size. Two full size beds were on opposite walls, with a small dresser located near each one. On the other side of the beds from the dresser, there was a night stand with a lamp on each one.

While the furniture downstairs had been covered in protective cloths, the furniture in this room had been left exposed. Dust and cobwebs were everywhere in the room.

Bonnie started to protest, but Steven quickly told her to hush, that he would take care of everything. Steven looked in one of the drawers and located a doily that had turned a yellowish color, but otherwise was still fairly clean from being folded in the drawer.

He wiped down the cobwebs that were near the bed and reached over and pulled down the comforter which lay on top. The sheets and pillows under it were also a dingy color, but otherwise appeared to be clean.

Bonnie pulled on Stevens arm and led him toward the bed, stopping to remove her shirt and pants before she laid down. 

Steven followed suit and quickly removed his pants and shirt, leaving only his boxers to cover what was now a growing hardness between his legs. Steven reached toward Bonnie, and gently began to give her kisses on the neck, trailing around to find those soft lips that he had enjoyed many times before. He felt more rather than heard a moan escape from her lips and he let his hand reach for her stomach. Steven slowly let his hand ease down the front of her belly until he could feel the elastic band of her panties. He let his hand continue to slide over the front of them and then he felt a moist, warm spot that told him she was feeling exactly what he was. 

With that she released his hand and brought her hand up to him, caressing his chest as she slowly slipped her hand down his chest. As she neared the waistband of his pants, she could feel his manhood, nice and firm underneath his underwear. Bonnie continued to stroke Steven's cock over the fabric, and as she did, she repositioned herself so that he could do the same, and they both felt the sparks begin to fly. She had never been so wet so easily she thought. 

As Steven continued to stroke her also, she raised her hips to let him slip her panties down her legs. Steven reached down and removed them, as Bonnie continued to allow him access to first her hips, then her legs, and finally her feet. As Steven started to stroke her breasts Bonnie rose up and removed the bra that she was still wearing. God it felt so good to be touching her in all the right places. It seemed to bring her alive once again, with electricity coursing through her veins. 

He leaned over and began to lick and kiss her nipples, and she felt them harden up and ache to be taken in by his mouth. Sensing this, he did just that. Steven took turns with one breast, then the other, sucking and clenching her nipple softly between his teeth, feeling her hands on his head, lightly stroking his hair as he brought out so many feelings inside of her. She longed, no, she ached deeply for him, but she reminded herself that she wanted to take her time and enjoy this night. 

After a few minutes of letting him bring her closer and closer to that pleasure that she longed to release, she reached down and lifted his boxers over his manhood so that she could feel his warmth in her hands. As she did that, he also raised his hips and allowed her to remove the underwear from his body. Then she pushed him gently down on his back and she started kissing him passionately while still stroking him tenderly. Then she let her mouth roam down his chest, stopping to enjoy his nipples, before sliding down to what she ached to have in her mouth. Then she slowly found her way down to his manhood, and slowly, she licked him and ran her tongue around the tip before taking him in her mouth. She started an up and down motion slowly taking in a little more each time as she did. 

"Wow, what sensations," was all Steven could think of the whole time that he was enjoying everything that she was doing. Bonnie had always been able to bring pleasure to him in the other times, even to the point of taking him completely in her mouth, almost hitting the back of her throat as she did. Steven was a little bit bigger than some of the boys that she had given Fellacio to, and she almost felt an automatic gag reflex hit her, before she relaxed her throat and let him slide the rest of the way in her mouth and partially down her throat. She let her tongue slide up and down as she gently sucked on him. She could feel him getting bigger and bigger as she went, but she wanted to save the best for later, so she backed off, gently and lightly running her tongue up and down his manhood as she did. 

Steven sensed what Bonnie was doing, and ever so gently and passionately he rolled her over on her back. This time he started at her feet and gently let his tongue make a trail up to her hips. Then he found her warm moist vaginal lips, and he circled his tongue up and down them both, letting his tongue fall deeper and deeper into her folds until he could feel that spot that he knew would soon bring her to a climax. He took her hardened clitoris into his mouth ever so gently between his teeth and sucked and lightly used his tongue to roll the tip of her clitoris around, while softly gnawing his teeth across the tip of her clit. 

It wasn't long until Bonnie started to lift her hips, and she spread her legs wider to allow Steven easier access to her pleasure palace. Steven could feel her body moving and hear her lightly moaning, reassuring him that he was on the right track. He kept up the pussy eating that he was doing, stopping only briefly sometimes to lick inside her folds so that he could enjoy the juices which flowed like a fountain from the depths inside of her. 

The rhythm of her hips moving started to increase as he continued to suck and tease her clitoris until he felt her start to shiver and then he felt her tense up from the intense feeling of her climax. Steven stopped what he was doing and started to lick up her juices, which were flowing freely from her vagina.

When it seemed that all of her energy was spent, he left her with a quick couple of licks, and brought himself up to her face to kiss her sweet lips. Her mouth hungered for him, and she savored his mouth, the warm inviting tongue, and the taste which she recognized as her own. Bonnie had remained a virgin up until now. And at the beginning of the night she had decided that this could be the night, especially since she wouldn't lose her cherry in the back seat of a car, but hopefully in a bed, even if it was in a haunted house.

But as the feelings subsided from her climax, and the alcohol started to kick in, she was having trouble staying alert. She could feel herself start to drift off to sleep as Steven rubbed his hands across her tummy and breasts. She moaned something that was barely audible, but not intelligible enough for Steven to understand. When he leaned over to get her to repeat what she had said, Bonnie was sound asleep.

"DAMN! MY FUCKING LUCK!" was all that he could think of as he muttered under his breath. While he had spent his time orally on Bonnie, his cock had started to arise to the occasion and he was now ready for what he had been waiting for. Of all of the teases that he had dated, he had never been able to "go all the way" with a girl, and he was sure that he would finally succeed tonight. He could feel himself getting drowsy also, and he hoped that maybe they would wake up in the middle of the night after sleeping some of the beer off, and finish what they had started. Steven could hear voices coming from somewhere outside of the door, but in his inebriated state, he decided that it was probably from the sexual acts that were occurring in other rooms of the house.

What Steven didn't realize, nor Bonnie for that matter, was that their whole act had been witnessed by two sets of eyes, glued to the action.

Richard and Beth had been reliving their evening together as they watched from the other side of the room. They had been together ever since that night, but because their love was never consummated, they were caught in a permanent state of arousal, needing release. Richard had been able to manipulate his limbs enough to pleasure Beth like the old times in the back seat of the car. And Beth had tried to reciprocate, but the feelings were not the same for either of them. They both wanted to finish what they had started that night.

But they knew that it would be impossible to complete the act with each other.

Richard and Beth watched as the two teenagers dozed off to sleep, and then they slowly flowed over to the bed. Beth hovered over Steven, while Richard hovered over Bonnie.

Steven was still in a semi hard state, not fully aroused, but he wasn't flaccid either. His erection was starting to point more towards his head, than at the ceiling like it had earlier. But Beth knew that it was the closest she could come to the real thing for possibly a very long time.

Since there was no solid form to her state, she was not sure if she would be able to do anything, or feel anything in her lower region. When anyone looked at her outline, they could see what appeared to be the edges of the different body parts, yet there was a hollowness at the same time.

But she remembered what her mission was for the moment, so while she hovered over Steven, she slowly lowered herself onto his still exposed cock and positioned herself where her vagina would have been. Since there wasn't an actual pussy to wrap around his dick, she had to rely on memory of when boys would insert a finger or two into her, usually while she gave them head at the same time.

So she continued to sink her form onto his cock and as she reached his groin, she sat for a moment to see if he would react. 




A Ghost of a Chance



Steven never made a movement so she continued on. Slowly she raised her body back up into the air until she was just above his cock, and then she sank back down onto his cock at a rate that would have surely impaled herself had she been able to. The memories of the fingers started to flood her mind, and she tried to substitute the cock under her for the fingers in her visions.

Up and down she moved, trying to keep her concentration on her task at hand. Trying to feel, even if only imaginary, a cock buried inside of her cunt, sliding in easier and easier as her juices started to flow out of her love hole and drip down onto his groin.

Richard in the meantime decided to try what he could with the girl that was snoring softly in the bed under where he hovered. He had the same sort of dilemma as Beth, in that he did not actually have a phallus that he could use to penetrate the sleeping beauty. But he did still have his imagination.

He could still remember how it felt to feel a girls mouth wrapped around his cock, bobbing up and down as their saliva coated his rigid manhood. The warmth and the wetness surely had to resemble having the real thing.

He positioned himself directly above Bonnie and eased himself down to the top of her body. He tried to guess where his penis would be protruding from, and he slowly settled down on top of her vaginal lips and began to rock his figure back and forth across her pubic mound. Richard and Beth continued their motions, sometimes pausing momentarily to watch the other one as they "experienced" intercourse for the first time. Each one changed the face in front of them to their lovers face as they continued to ride their partner.

Neither Steven nor Bonnie stirred at all, and so Richard and Beth did not rush their actions, hoping to take the maximum pleasure from their actions.

Beth wasn't sure in her mind that anything about this could be real, but it seemed as though she could feel something growing inside of her. She looked down and the cock beneath her had grown back to its full hardness, which only fueled her lust to enjoy the moment.

And yet Richard could feel a wetness around where he was "inserting" his cock into Bonnie also. The expressions on their faces told the other that they were not the only ones experiencing "the magic of the moment". 

The moans that were starting to emanate from the bed where Beth still hovered over, continually fucking the cock that was under her, started to increase in intensity.

Richard made a "shhh-ing" noise to warn her, but Beth was already too far gone from all of the feelings that were coursing through her mind, as well as the vision of watching her lover finally take a vagina, even if it wasn't her own. Steven started to stir as Beth's moans started to increase. His eyes were closed still, but his arms were moving, and his lips had parted as though to release a quiet sigh.

Richard could feel his tension mounting up, and as he looked down, he could actually see his cock entering Bonnie's love hole and exiting before plunging in again.

Beth and Richard both started to move in a more furious pace, and their moans became so loud from the fervor that Bonnie and Steven both were starting to wake up, rubbing their eyes to figure out what was happening around them.

Just then Steven felt a flood of cold wetness envelope his cock as Bonnie could feel herself being penetrated by an object that almost felt like a rush of air, yet a coldness that was undeniably there.

They both looked up to see two ghost- like forms lifting up towards the ceiling as they rose up in the air. The figures disappeared into the ceiling, but if anyone had been outside the home, they would have witnessed two ghost-like forms rising up towards the heavens, hands joined as they smiled at each other.

Steven and Bonnie lay stunned on the bed, not able to move, not able to speak a word. What they had witnessed seemed such a tender moment, and the feelings that they had felt in their privates had their minds spinning in every direction. Not knowing what to do, and not feeling any dangerous vibes from around the room, they rolled over on their sides and kissed and snuggled until they were once again asleep.

When Steven and Bonnie left the room the next morning, there were only 2 virgins remaining this time.