0 comments/ 10154 views/ 0 favorites An Ethereal Coupling By: MKvDeepSea A waif-like vision materialized out of the darkness. Her brief gossamer dress would not usually have been considered appropriate burial attire; it left little to the imagination. It may have been fine for partying with Paris Hilton or Britney Spears, but not for a formal funeral, at least not here in the south. "She's here!" I exclaimed, waking my wife. "Who's here?" "The ghost, damn it!" "You dreaming again?" "Goddamn it! This is the fourth time she's been here and this time I know I'm awake!" "You take any sleeping pills?" "No! Turn the motherfucking light on and see for yourself!" Groggily my wife, Billie, short for Billie Jo, fumbled around and finally got a reading light on. With one eye closed and the other in a squint she looked around. "Where?" "At the foot of the bed." "No." "No? No what?" "Nothing there." "You don't see her?" "What'd I just say? What does she look like?" "Short cropped black hair, big brown eyes...deathly pale skin; really nice perky tits, not too big and not too small, a handful maybe. Nice, hard little pebble nipples. She's clean shaven..." "You old fucking goat. How tall is she?" "Oh. She's about five feet four or maybe five inches tall. I'd say she weighs about one hundred-ten, maybe one hundred fifteen pounds..." The room temperature dropped. You could see your breath. I quickly changed my weight estimate to one hundred-five pounds. The room temperature warmed. Billie laughed, "Unbelievable! A damn ghost that's weight conscious!" "Who's going to believe this anyway?" The sheet was snatched off the bed. Both of Billie's eyes were now wide open. "You do that?" "No, the ghost did it." "Shit! Shit! What's she doing now?" "Staring at you." "Why me? You're the one she's been fucking!" The first three visits were what a young man would have considered wet dreams. I'm in my sixties and I could have sworn I was awake. This spectral female had let its dress slide to the floor and then crawled into the bed with me. She had proven to be very adept at her lovemaking. My wife was sitting up in bed now. She was looking at the end of the bed. "Is she climbing up on the bed?" "Yep." Maybe she was a ghost, but when she materialized she had substance and weight. Unfortunately, I was the only one who could see her. Billie could follow her progress by the indentations her knees made as she knee-walked up the bed in between my legs. As Billie watched my cock seemed to float upwards as the ghost took hold of it with one hand. The spirit had the other hand fondling my nuts. A soft slurping sound was heard as she sucked me into her mouth. "Is she sucking your cock?" "Oh, yeeaahhh!" Somewhere inside my skull there was an impression of a small bell chiming; pale yellow colors were flowing like a fluid through my brain. It was the consciousness of something being satisfied. Billie rose up onto her knees and attempted to touch this creature. The ghost stopped her blowjob and pushed Billie's hands away. The bell stopped chiming and a light gray color flowed through my brain. "Wha...wha...what's she doing?" Billie asked. "She's looking at you...now she's smiling." Before I could continue, the ghost placed its left hand behind Billie's head and pulled her into a kiss. Her right hand gently started caressing Billie's right breast. Billie's eyes were as big around as saucers. The bell was chiming again. "Whadefuck!" Billie mumbled, her mouth full of ghostly tongue. She pulled back, sitting down heavily on her butt. Her momentum continued and carried her backwards with her legs flying up in the air. Billie's head and shoulders disappeared over the side of the bed. I grabbed one ankle and stopped her from falling off the bed. The chiming of the bell turned into a tinkling sound like laughter. The apparition had a big smile on its face. Billie, sitting with her legs sprawled, stared, and then started laughing. "Fuck! I can see her!" The ghost returned to cheerfully sucking my cock. Full of wonder, Billie got up off the bed and started walking around the end looking closely at this presence. "She has the cutest butt!" The merry tinkling of the bell changed and almost sounded like 'thank you.' The colors flowing through my head were now an embarrassed pink: a modest ghost? Billie wondered aloud, "She looks young; how old do you guess she is or was or...whatever?" "I hope at least eighteen. I can see the papers now, 'Local man arrested for molesting an underage ghost.'" Snickering. "Really, guess." "I'd say over eighteen but not over thirty." The bell stopped, the temperature in the room plummeted, the colors in my head went stormy gray. "Okay! I'd say twenty? Twenty-one? Twenty-two? Twenty-three?" The room grew warmer. The bell began to chime again. The stormy gray faded away and was replaced by a warm sunny glow. Billie looked at me and said, "Holy shit! Did you feel and hear all that?" "You mean the bell, the color, the temperature?" "Yeah!" "Didn't you feel and hear them before?" "Yeah, but I thought it was that old age crap, tinnitus." "How about the colors?" "Visual impressions?" "Works for me. Better than hallucinations." "Did you take a Viagra? I haven't seen your cock that hard in quite awhile." "No. She's good at what she's doing. Jealous?" "No, I'm curious about how you can keep such a hard-on and still answer all my questions. Usually if you get distracted, even with Viagra, you lose it." "She's very good at what she's doing." Billie and I have been married for over forty years. We had opened our marriage thirty-five years ago, in the 1970's and had a lot of sexual adventures. Billie more than I; but then again she was and still is a fox. She was a sexual dynamo. But to tell tales of her little tail is quite another story. Let's leave it to say, we had and still have fun. Crawling back up on the bed to watch this ghostly imp's expertise at sucking cock, Billie asked, "What do you suppose her name was?" "No clue." The tinkling of the bell changed and what sounded like a musical chord softly sang 'Emma.' I asked, "Did you hear that?" "Emma. Her name is Emma." The soft chiming of the bell and sunshine colors radiated through us. We knew our ethereal guest's name. I got bold. I slid down further into the bed. Emma stopped sucking on me and looked up. I pulled her up and turned her around. She straddled my head. If a cat's purr could be in color I now had those colors running through my head. Her pussy was adorable, a young fresh flower. The petals were damp with her dew and open. There wasn't even a hint of pubic hair. I traced a finger lightly up and down her pink slit. Emma spread her knees as far apart as she could and arched her bottom up into the air. Emma buried her face into my pubic hair to savor the feelings. My tongue flicked at her little love button. She humped my face. Spring colors were swirling through my head. I buried one, then two fingers in her, working her slowly. She industriously returned to work on my cock. Billie stretched out beside me and watched my oral techniques. She whispered in my ear. "What does it feel like to have sex with a ghost?" "Her touch has a cold sensuality to it. I feel the intensity and the contrast between her coldness and my own body heat." Emma wiggled her bottom. She didn't want me talking. She wanted my mouth and tongue busy doing something else. I returned to the task at hand. She was building toward an orgasm. Her body was jerking spasmodically. Arching upward and then humping downward, she was bucking. My cock was forgotten as she lost herself in her feelings. Colors were richer, the bell chiming became richer, and she came. I didn't let her rest. I rolled her off me, spread her legs and started working my cock into an incredibly tight pussy. If I hadn't known better, from our past dreamy liaisons, I would have sworn she was a virgin. Emma would open her pussy and allow a little of my cock in; then she'd clamp down tightly and her whole body would shiver. We repeated this until I was completely buried in her. With her face buried in my neck she wrapped her arms and legs around me. She liked small moves that stimulated her clit. Her muscles milked my cock. The sensations were unique, hot and cold. Summer colors were running through my brain. Another intense orgasm racked her, triggering mine. Billie was watching intently. She was totally nude, one hand between her legs and another playing at her breasts. The flush on her face told me she was about to pop. Emma was now smiling at her. After Billie had reached her finish, Emma took the hand from between Billie's legs and brought it to her mouth. As she sucked Billie's juices off she gazed into her eyes. Smiling, Billie stroked her face and told her, "You're so sweet, but honey, I prefer cock." Emma didn't take offense. She smiled and the bells chimed. I was left on my elbow and knees with my cock, formerly buried in Emma, hanging in empty space. Billie and looked all around: no Emma. Even the little gossamer dress was gone. Billie and I cuddled. We wondered if it had been a joint dream or possibly a combined hallucination. She sniffed my dick but couldn't detect any pussy odors; it wasn't even damp. As we blink at one another, I reached for her. I pulled Billie down and crawled between her legs. She stopped me. "Nuh huh!" "What?" "Go take a shower." "What? You afraid of ghost cooties?" "How do we know it was a ghost? Could've been an alien or a time traveler, or someone from another dimension. Should've used a condom. How do you test for ghost or whatever STDs? How do we know she didn't die from AIDs?" "Oh shut up and go to sleep." The next morning both of us were in a trance-like state. "Was it real?" That night as we prepared for bed Billie asked, "Do you suppose she'll come back? I hope I didn't offend her by turning her offer down. If she comes back do you think I should go ahead and...do her? She was cute." "I hope she'll come back. No you didn't offend her, remember the bell? No, you shouldn't do her, munching muff isn't what you like; you've always enjoyed a hard cock. Mine and sometimes someone else's, but always cock." We cuddled but didn't make love. Sleep was evasive but eventually overtook us. Billie woke me up. "They're here!" "Who's here?" The ghosts!" "Ghosts?" "Yeah! Two of them this time." I turned a light on. There were indeed two ghosts. Emma and a tall, strapping well built young god. Billie already had his erection in her hands. Emma smiled; she had heard Billie loud and clear. It proved to be an enjoyable night of otherworldly sex, an ethereal coupling.