0 comments/ 27453 views/ 1 favorites Visitation By: Ray Dario Lust swelled within Father Jerom Noeb. He thought he was beyond such earthly feelings; prided himself on being chaste with even the most attractive women from the church. He hadn't dwelt on thoughts of sex in several years and certainly hadn't lusted for a woman in even longer. Now that unfamiliar burn threatened to consume him. He looked at the woman standing in the doorway and melted into her big brown eyes. It was her eyes. Evil incarnate floated just below the surface. Lust, desire, and sex swirled in a maelstrom of sin. He pulled his gaze from those smoldering eyes and let it drift down. If only he could avoid those eyes. No, it was more than just her eyes; it was everything about her. The simple cotton blouse she wore, black with red lace tucked into an equally simple black pair of cotton slacks; her long black hair; the fullness of her lips, everything about her exuded demure sex. Glasya Suden smiled at him, looking down quickly when she caught his gaze, then rolling her eyes up to look at him again. That simple look, so innocent yet seductive, set his heart quivering. His words, rehearsed so many times, caught in his throat preventing him from speaking. "Father, is there something I can do for you?" Her voice carried a sultry tone that stole the breath from his lungs. He stood shaking for a long moment. She waited, her body swaying back and forth like a serpent being charmed. Finally, his training rescued him and he managed to repeat the Lord's Prayer silently several times restoring his composure. Forcing a weak smile onto his face, he spoke, "I'm here.... I mean.... I came by to see you." The words were wrong and he felt the heat rise in his cheeks. Her eyes held his, keeping him from looking away. He took a deep breath and started again. "You came to our parish this past Sunday. I got your name and address from our visitors role." It came out too fast, and again he blushed. "Very nice of you to come by." Her smile calmed him, soothing his shaking nerves. "Please come in. Can I get you a coke?" The soft lilt of her smooth south Texas accent drew him through the doorway into her apartment. "I won't take up much of your time." "Oh don't be silly. Actually, I'm new in town and feeling a little homesick. Maybe a friendly visit is just what I need." She touched his hand, leading him across dark carpet to the black leather couch. "If you're sure I'm not intruding." He looked around at the odd furnishings in the room. It was clear, even to him, that the room was coordinated, but the designer must have been depressed. Or psychotic. All the furniture was black, painted steel and leather. A darkly enticing abstract painting hung on one wall and, unable to resist, he moved over to study it. "Do you like it?" Her voice was soft and so close that he started. Turning quickly, he found himself too close to her warm curves. She didn't step back, just stood, with lips slightly parted, waiting for his answer. "It's... disturbing. Who painted it?" She smiled at his discomfort and lifted a glass filled with a dark fizzing liquid to him. "I did, years ago." "Oh." He took the glass as the painting recaptured his attention. Its lines seemed to draw him in, red and black swirling together, sucking his soul away. Erotic shapes, hinted at in the abstract pattern, floated and weaved their way into his mind. For just a moment the painting seemed to come alive. New shapes formed and moved together in a sensuous dance that was obscenely thrilling. He closed his eyes, forcing his mind away from the painting. Taking a sip from his drink, he found himself relieved it was only coke, and he let his mind concentrate on the cold sweetness for a moment. Finally, he lowered the glass and felt his arm brush the soft roundness of her breast. Electric fire shot through his mind and he nearly dropped his drink. Looking down at her, he found her face still upturned. The clinking of ice told him that he was trembling. How could he be feeling like this? He was a man of God. But his body betrayed his pious thoughts. Instinct told him he needed to get out of the house, but he didn't want to leave. He stepped back, increasing the distance between them slightly. If only she weren't so sexual. If only he could concentrate. He forced himself to take a deep breath. "Are, are you looking to join our church?" He asked, fumbling for some way to salvage his dignity. "Hmmm," it was an erotic moan. She turned to face him, moving close again. "Do you think I'd fit?" Her breasts touched his chest and her hand slid down his arm. Fingers, icy tendrils on his hot flesh, touched his skin, burning in his mind like brimstone. "You, you'll find we are a friendly congregation. We have many single activities." He stepped back feeling the hot steel of the low coffee table press against his calves. "Seemed a little cool when I was there. Perhaps they don't have my," she paused dragging one finger up his chest, circling the buttons on his shirt, "passion for life." She spun and walked away from him. Her tight leather pants drew his eyes to the exciting curve of her ass. Jerom shook his head, feeling confused and lightheaded. She hadn't been wearing leather before, had she? Must have been. Her clothes fit the room perfectly, almost as if her clothes and the furniture were an expression of her mood. "I'm sorry, I've been a terrible hostess. Would you like to sit?" She sat on the couch and patted the seat next to her. "I, I really should be getting back." He looked around, his head in a confused fog. The door wasn't where he remembered it. He searched. There it was, on the other side of the room. He would have to pass the painting. He hesitated, then started toward it but only took two steps before her voice stopped him. "Oh, I was hoping you would stay, for a little while." Her voice was soft, warm, and inviting. He stopped and turned back to her. The leather clothes were gone. Back was the simple cotton. The couch, which had been something from a Marquis de Sade garage sale, was now contemporary, still black, but soft and inviting. He blinked and shook his head, something was wrong here but she seemed so nice and he had a duty to the church, especially in these days of declining attendance. He managed a smile. "If you're sure I'm not disturbing you?" "Not at all. Please sit." He sat beside her, two feet of couch separating them. A small drop of perspiration dripped into his eye making him blink. The room wasn't hot, but his brow was wet with sweat. There was something about this woman, this room. He lifted his drink to his lips and let the cool liquid fill his mouth, savoring its sweet flavor, using it to help him relax. "So tell me about the singles groups in your church." "Well two Saturdays of each month we get together and go out for pizza. It's really a fun time." "Mmm, sounds lovely," she yawned. "Do you go on all these little outings?" "Not all, but I'm usually there." "At least all that pizza hasn't hurt you. You must work out regularly." She put her hand on his leg, just above the knee. She hadn't moved and neither had he, but now they were sitting very close to each other, their legs almost touching. What was happening? Was it him? Was he imagining all this? Perhaps a dream or maybe fever. He could feel the heat of her hand through his slacks, almost burning him, flooding his body with desire. God help him, he wanted this woman. It must be guilt for his wicked feelings making him hallucinate, he decided, but right then it didn't matter. Her hand slid up his leg, touching his thigh. "Mmm, yes your muscles are nice and firm." Taking his drink, she sat it on the table. Turning her head, she leaned into him until their lips met. All thoughts of church and duty fled his mind. Desire and lust filled his mind, spirit, and soul. He kissed her, lifting his arm around her and drawing her tight into him. Opening his mouth, he felt her tongue slip between his lips, warm, sensuous, and wet. Tongues entwining and lips pressed passionately together, she leaned forward forcing him back onto the wide bed. Her bare breasts hung above him bringing the realization that he too was nude. "Do you want me?" Her voice had lost all its Texas accent, sounding like a purring cat. He looked up at her. Black hair flowed out from her beautiful face as if a fan were in front of her, and small delicate horns had sprouted just above her forehead. Her skin gleamed in the smoky red light of the bedroom and he knew without a doubt his soul was in peril. He put his hands on her bare shoulders, feeling her heat nearly scorch him. He needed to push her away, needed to close his eyes. He reached deep into himself for the strength to refuse, but it was not there. Collapsing under her, tears flowed from his eyes. "Yes, I want you. I need you." Raspy and harsh his voice surprised him, but he knew it was the truth. "Will you give your soul to have me?" His eyes widened and he knew what she was. "No, God help me, I can't," he wept. "Yes, call to your God. He cannot help you now. I can give you what you need. I can give you eternity." "No, please, no." His voice was losing its power, whispering out between his lips like a dying breath. "Would you rather serve in heaven or rule for all eternity?" "I, I can't." "Take me. Here and now, you want me and you want what I alone can give." He looked into her face, so beautiful. He wanted her, needed her, needed what she offered. "Yes! God in heaven help me. Yes!" She smiled and leaned down over him giving his lips a quick sharp bite. "He will never help you again, but you will have power and pleasure you never dreamed possible." Raising back up, she sat on him, sliding his cock into her wet pussy. She ground down on his hard shaft, pulling almost off and then driving down again. Above him she laughed, long and full, a joyous cruel sound. His eyes were drawn to her mouth, long sharp teeth flashed behind soft lips. She smiled down at him. "I will give you carnal delights you have never known. And when we are done, you will take your pleasure where you want. This world will be your playground." A new set of hands touched him and he looked to the side. Another woman, red skinned but beautiful in naked splendor, smiled and leaned forward. Her long forked tongue flicked out and danced over his nipple causing him to gasp from the intense sensation. Moving like a feline she slid forward dragging her full soft breast over his lips. He tasted her nipple; its salty softness surprised him. Drawing it into his mouth, he let his teeth gently bite it as his tongue explored the texture. She pulled back, stretching her breast until he released it. Licking down his chest over his stomach, she worked her mouth down toward his cock, sliding in and out of Glasya's fevered sex. The red-skinned woman's long tongue stretched out, flicking over his shaft as Glasya lifted up, dancing over her clit as she came down again. Another tongue touched his other nipple and he spun his head around. A black skinned woman crouched by his side, smiling at him, her face full of sex and cruelty. She turned her attention back to his chest, her impossibly long tongue caressing his sensitive skin as her fiery fingernails scratched delicate lines up his stomach. Focusing on the nasty erotic pleasure of the orgy, he shut his eyes and softly moaned. One of the women straddled his face, lowering her shaven pussy down onto his mouth. The sweet musky scent of her sex filled his nostrils as he tasted her nectar. His hands moved of their own volition, sliding up her legs and onto the firm curves of her perfect ass. Sliding his tongue deep into her wet hole he drank her juice, sharp and pungent but immensely desirable. He opened his eyes, seeing only soft red skin. The small puckered hole of the woman's ass beckoned to him, and he slid his tongue back, letting it skirt her dark circle before plunging up into her. Above him, she hissed, a sound like two snakes fighting. He moved a finger to press against her dark hole, pushing it in slowly. A second finger slid inside her, eliciting a wail of sexual desire. His tongue slid back down over her wet pussy. Juice poured from her slit, covering his chin and dripping down his neck. She leaned forward bringing her swollen clit within reach of his lips and he took it. Sucking it into his mouth, he bit gently, rapidly flicking his tongue across the burning nub. Both women on him increased their tempo, keeping time with each other. Glasya bounced on his cock in frenzied abandon and the red-skinned woman ground her pussy down on his face in perfect, furious rhythm. Struggling to stay with them, he pounded his fingers into the red-skinned woman's ass, showing no mercy and knowing she wanted none. The black woman sucked his nipple into her mouth, biting it and using her long tongue to give him new delight. Her hot hands slid over his body, stimulating him with each light stroke. He slid one hand down her body, cupping her heavy breast in his hand. She growled into his chest and bit him harder, causing a sharp, pleasurable pain. He knew he was near climax and held back, wanting the orgy to last forever. The three women gave him no rest. Riding his cock, Glasya contracted her pussy around him, massaging his shaft with her powerful muscles and pushing him over the edge. He came deep into her and felt the red-skinned woman explode in her own orgasm, drenching his face with her fluids. He thrust upward and felt another spasm rock his body, then he collapsed and rested. Tears for what he had lost poured from his eyes, but his mind wondered at what he had gained. ********** Father Jerom Noeb watched the young woman slip from the congregation and down to the altar. His soulless eyes drank in her innocent beauty and his lips curled into an evil sneer as he made his way to her. Kneeling beside the weeping woman, he put his arm around her in false consolation. "Father, I am so ashamed. I have sinned, had terrible thoughts." "It will be all right my child. Come to my office and we'll discuss your sins." Visitation "Okay, just lie back and tell me why you can't sleep." My new paranormal investigator, Derek said. Laughing I said, "You sound like a shrink." "Yeah...this job IS like that...but really lie down. It'll help. You look so weak." Derek said in a soothing voice. "Alright, this is my story: Every night its the same nightmare. I'm in the mall with my ex boyfriend and we get on the slow glass elevators going up. The elevator stops and all of a sudden I'm overcome with an extreme wave of...of..." "Of?" Derek asks. "Well...horniness." Derek chuckled. "Ha, Ha. The next thing I know my ex Jay is ripping my clothes off. Literally. They fall to shreds of the floor. I try to cover up, but then I notice the whole mall has stopped and are watching us. Some are pointing and gasping others are just gawking with their cell phone cameras. Jay flips me around suddenly and pulls my hair whispering in my ear. 'I'm gonna fuck you in front of everyone.' With his right hand gripping tight on my hair he grabbed his dick with his left and from behind me slammed his dick hard in my vagina... Smashing me against the elevator glass. The cool glass instantly made my nipples hard, I groaned loudly lost in lust. Jay never fucked me with such strength and force. And here's the part where I need your help." "Huh?" Derek managed to squeak out. I turned to look at him (I was staring at the ceiling as I told my story) he clearly had a huge bulge in his pants. "Yes, this is the part where it turns 'supernatural'. As Jay fucked me, a she-male spirit thing with a tail appeared floating in front of me on the opposite side of the glass. I screamed but Jay didn't notice and the more I struggled the harder he gripped me. The spirit floated toward me laughed maniacally and came straight through the glass materializing pushing me off the glass. Jay pulled out of me and let me go. I stepped back away from them both and just froze. Jays eyes were pure black. 'Bring her to me.' The spirit thing demanded, and Jay did. 'You are my toy. And I will do with you as I please. And you better please me.' It demanded. Her hand gently caressed my face, her touch sent me over the edge I could think of nothing but sex. The shock and awe of the crowd just made it better. She kissed me passionately, fondling my breasts. As I returned the favor, one of my hands reached for her cock and I started rubbing her with increasing speed. I wanted to feel her huge cock inside of me. I moaned breathless through our kisses. She released my breasts and reached down my legs and gently grazed my pussy lips just enough to send shivers down my spine. As I trembled she picked me up effortlessly and lowered me on her cock. It was hot and burning. My arms wrapped around her holding her tight as she lifted me up and down. She filled me completely, my vagina walls clenched her pulsing with each thrust. Our breasts rubbed with each bounce making our nipples hard. Just as I was about to orgasm I felt Jays body press against my back. His cock shot hard and fast into my ass, sending me over the edge. My orgasm was hard and long. I twitched between them, but they still didn't stop. She whispered in my ear...'Not yet'...then they continued. At some point we switched positions. Jay laid on the glass elevator floor and She picked me up as if I was a rag doll and placed me perfectly on top of him. His cock felt cool in my vagina, and quenched the flames, but not for long. Soon she was behind me stroking my breasts and breathing in my ear. I felt a new stronger orgasm building. She slowly inserted her cock inside my ass. I gasped with anticipation. Soon they both filled me completed and slowly started rocking. The spirits tail weaseled its way to my clit rubbing it just right. I lost my mind completely. All I knew was lust, and pleasure. My orgasms came in waves and then I passed out. And that's the end of the story. I wake up every night in my bed sore and wet. Well, what do you think Derek?" "I think that I should spend the night at your house tonight to ... um... document everything and keep watch. How long has this been going on?" Derek asked. "Every night for 3 months. The sex varies of course but hats the just of it. Will your crew be joining us?" I asked. "Nope. Just me...now lets go check your bedroom. You can tell me more on the way...." To be continued... Visitation From a Hentai Ghost It'd been a terrible tragedy. Six months ago Paolo's girlfriend of four years, Bebe, had died in a hot air ballooning accident. She was incinerated in the sky at fifteen thousand feet. Well, at least she had gone out doing something sort of cool. But obviously it was a terrible blow to her family, Paolo, and her many friends. It'd been half a year since the incident and they were just beginning to get their lives back on track again. Bebe had been an artist all her life. She loved to sketch and paint, and was a big fan of everything from the old European masters to modern manga. She could sit down with a pad and pencil and draw anyone's portrait in a matter of minutes. Her career however, had been in social work, mostly with teens and children. She never got the chance to get it off the ground because of her passing, but she'd been working for about a year on a manga graphic fantasy/sci-fi novel that she was writing about a group of teenagers and the adventures they'd have. Paolo had carefully kept all her sketches, paintings, files and notes with the idea that someday he might tie them all together and get her work published. He was going to make sure the insurance money left to him from her death would go towards realizing this. Paolo was well underway completing Bebe's graphic novel. He'd enlisted the help of Kayla, one of Bebe's design college classmate-friends, and had done a lot of work on it himself. It'd be ready for publication in a matter of weeks. Paolo sat alone in his once shared apartment in the dim light of a single bedside lamp nursing a glass of brandy and water. He held a framed picture of Bebe in his left hand. How he missed her! The grief was still so fresh. Yet he never let himself fall into the pit of hopeless depression; she wouldn't have wanted that, he knew. So he fought hard to keep his head above water and carry on. Everything would be ok in the end. The brandy helped. He sighed, downed the rest of his glass squeezing a tear from each eye and stood up. He headed resolutely into the kitchen for one last cup of booze before bed when he saw something which nearly made him jump out of his skin. It was Bebe, standing there in the doorway... Paolo dropped the glass onto the carpeted floor and stumbled backwards, his heart suddenly racing in his chest. 'No! No! No! I am not going crazy!' he cried all alone in the apartment. ...Or was he alone? 'Baby, calm down, don't be frightened,' it was Bebe! Speaking to him, it looked as if she were standing right there! 'What the f-!? Bebe?! What am I seeing here?? Hello?! Who's here!!' he yelled at what he was seeing, suddenly angry and afraid. 'Honey, it's me, your Bebe...' Paolo's jaw quivered and his hands shook. He sank to the floor onto his knees, perhaps so in case he fainted he'd be closer to the ground. No words came out of his mouth. He just stared sadly at the image of his lost love, and tears began streaming down his face. 'Oh no please, don't cry!' and Bebe walked, or rather slightly drifted, quickly towards Paolo and came down to him and held him in her arms to comfort him. They rocked together like that on the floor until Paolo's tears finally ceased. 'Bebe??' he said incredulously. 'Yes. I know, I'm dead. You know I'm dead. I don't know how or why exactly, but I know I'm back for a little while. Not 'back' back, you understand? But just... back to see you, my aunt Patrica, and maybe my mom and dad. Just for a little while, ok? I'm sorry; I don't know how this happened!' 'This is so... unexpected. Well... I guess I'll have to say that I believe in ghosts from now on. I mean, unless this is just a dream, which it probably is. Maybe someone put some kind of shit in my drink or something...' 'No, no shit in your drink, baby. But listen, I know this is a shock, I'd feel the exact same way you're feeling. I'll be back tomorrow, that way you'll know it's not a dream, ok?' Paolo didn't say anything. 'By the way, I can see what you've done with my book. It's fantastic, thank you Paolo! And tomorrow I'll show you something else we can do... But for now, even if it is a dream, how would you like to get your cock sucked by a ghost?' Again Paolo didn't answer. But he didn't protest either as the ghost of Bebe undid the fly of his jeans and pulled them down off his legs, then did the same with his boxers. She took his swelling dick into her hands and jerked it slowly and lovingly like she'd done a thousand times before when she'd been alive. She lowered her mouth onto the head and began to suck his cock as he lay there on the floor. It felt so real, so hot, so wet, so amazing... It was driving Paolo mad that he couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not. So he decided to just sit back and enjoy it. 'Yes, baby...' he said softly. He reached down into her loose fitting maroon-colored sweater and cupped one of her enormous natural G-cup breasts; there hadn't been any bra. 'Mmmm!' Bebe moaned encouragingly, savoring her boyfriends erect dick in her hard sucking mouth. She jerked his shaft into her sucking mouth as he cupped her boobs below. 'Lemme see your asshole sweetheart, I wanna touch your asshole as you suck my cock!' He'd always loved to play with her ass while getting head in this way. They stood up. Bebe took off her jeans and thong and they kissed, one of Paolo's hands reaching straight down to her wet, waxed-smooth ghost-cunt, and the other hand straight behind her to her waxed-smooth ghost-asshole. She stroked his cock, and he filled both her pussy and her asshole with his fingers and wiggled them around as they kissed, bringing her off. Then she got down onto her knees in front of him like he'd asked, and began sucking on his cock again. Paolo leaned forward, his cock in heaven in her sucking mouth, and cupped both of her wonderful, huge, heavy hanging boobs beneath her sweater, before reaching back and grabbing both her big, gorgeous ghost-ass-cheeks and spreading them apart to gaze at her sexy brown asshole from above. He'd always loved this position getting head, and it was driving him crazy- dream or not- to be doing it once again with the girl he though he'd lost forever. 'Oh Bebe, I'm gonna cum in your mouth! Don't fucking stop!' He slid the middle finger of his right hand up her ass, lubed up from her own pussy juice, and pumped it deep in and out of her hot tight hole as she sucked hard on his near cumming shaft. In moments he exploded, blasting rope after rope of hot cum down his deceased lover's throat, his finger up her hot tight asshole as deep as he could shove it. 'Mmmmm!' moaned Bebe's ghost as she swallowed all of Paolo's load and came herself, still sucking hard on his spasming rod. Her pussy gushed ghost-pussy-juice all over her thighs and the carpet. 'Oh Bebe, I love you!' he grunted, exhausted and lying down on the floor in a faint. 'I love you, too...' were the last words he heard fade away as he fell into a deep sleep. ... The next day Paolo awoke on the floor, the evidence of his dried sperm all over the carpet. He thought sadly that it must have been a dream. But that afternoon in his office, she came back to him! He was less startled than he'd been the night before, merely scared out of his fucking skin. 'Baby, we don't have that long, so I want to show you something cool. Who's your favorite hentai babe?' said the apparition of his dead girlfriend. 'Bebe, is it you??' he squinted at her image. She was clear as day, only slightly fuzzy around the edges. 'Yes! Just accept it, and answer the question please.' 'My favorite... um, ok. I think you know the answer to that one, it's Etsuko! Your character, from your book.' Bebe's image suddenly shifted into a life-sized one of Etsuko, her hot leading female anime/manga/hentai character! She looked so real, and yet like a living cartoon straight out of Bebe's paintings and stories! She was as tall as Paolo, about six feet, with a perfect figure: long, shapely slender legs, a miniscule waist, a big, gorgeous, perfectly rendered ass in ridiculously tiny and tight hot-pink shorts, she had the big Japanese manga eyes all full of sparkles, the tiny manga mouth and cute shaped head, enormous, perfectly round, inhumanly pert, gorgeous tits and massive hard nipples jutting out from her ridiculously skimpy frilly white bra-like top, ass-length golden blonde hair which curled about in Bebe's smooth artistic sytle, large, bright silver star earrings, schoolgirl calf-high white cotton socks and glossy black slightly platformed schoolgirl shoes with buckles. All this in surreal holographic cartoon, stylishly drawn in Bebe's own distinctive, sexy style. It was her hentai character Etsuko, to a T! Then she flashed back into Bebe again. 'See, isn't that cool!!' Paolo's mouth just hung open. Bebe approached him and touched his arm. She seemed so real, so substantial. She then slowly let herself fade back into Etsuko. Obviously Paolo had never seen anything like her before! It was startling but... fucking sexy as well. 'Paolo?' Bebe-as-Etsuko said, 'It's me, Bebe.' She didn't speak in Bebe's voice, but in a sexy, girlish, squeaky, high-pitched hentai-sounding voice instead. 'I'm a ghost, but don't be frightened! Remember how we made love last night? Well let's do it again, but you can make love to me as Etsuko! How would that be?' He looked the real life sexy hentai ghost babe up and down. Smiled, and his dick started getting hard in his pants. He reached out and tested her tits. They were substantial! Firm, smooth and soft, like plastic beach balls. And very light colored, like a manga painting of a girl. He peeled her top down and caressed her hard, hentai nipples. They felt like a cross between plastic and flesh. He sucked one of them. Meanwhile 'Etsuko' was undoing his fly. He looked into her sexy plastic hentai eyes, and they kissed. She squeaked/moaned not in Bebe's voice, but in Etsuko's. 'Oh yes, Paolo!' squeaked Etsuko. 'I can feel you just as if it was my own body- it is my body; I imagined it!' '...Wow!' was all Paolo could mutter as he sucked on one of her gigantic tits and reached around and cupped her perfectly rendered, hentai ass, his dick rock-hard to fuck her. Etsuko reached down and caressed his raging erection. She kneeled down and began sucking his cock in her tiny cartoon mouth... ... The next room over was another office, where Kayla had been working on putting some of the finishing touches on Bebe's graphic novel, when she thought she heard something from Paolo's side of the wall. She'd been listening to music in her earphones, so it was hard to tell. 'Paolo?' she called over, taking off her earphones, 'Did you say something to me?' There was no answer. She got up and stretched her arms and legs, and walked over to the door which separated the two rooms. She opened it a crack and peered in to see if maybe Paolo hadn't heard her, or if he was even there at all. Indeed Paulo hadn't heard her because he was too busy getting his cock sucked my the ghost of his dead girlfriend in the hentai-ghost form of her sexy character Etsuko! But all Kayla could see was Paolo standing there with his pants off and his hard dick thrusting slightly back and forth into thin air! She gasped and quickly shut the door quietly behind herself in embarrassment. What the fuck??? she was thinking. She decided to take another peek, so she pulled a chair up to the window in the wall separating the two rooms and carefully pulled one of the vertical blinds aside so she could see what was going on. The same weird sight greeted her eyes! 'He must be crazy!' she thought to herself. 'Doesn't he know I'm here in the next room?? ...Oh, that's right!' she remembered, 'I came in through the other door with the key he gave me; maybe he doesn't even know I'm here. Shit! Maybe I should leave...' She took another peek and found that it was making her horny to see his naked cock thrust out into the air like that. 'Well, maybe two or three seconds more won't hurt anybody...' she thought, as she stared out at him from her hiding place. ... 'I've just gotta fuck those tits, babe!' Paolo told her as they both disrobed completely. Etsuko kneeled and held her massive firm white plastic spherical beach-ball-like tits together in place for him to fuck. She let a pile of saliva fall from her mouth into the tunnel of her cleavage to lube it up for him. He then slid his raging dick up between her gorgeous cartoon-ghost tits from underneath and slid it up and down in the tight pussy-like sheath they created. 'Oh fuck, that's good!' he groaned as he fucked her unreal boobs. After some time he told the sexy cartoon ghost, 'I wanna taste your hentai pussy, baby...' 'I can't wait to feel your tongue in my pussy, lover!' Etsuko said and she sat down on the black leather couch and splayed her inhumanly long, slender cartoon legs wide open to put her pussy on full display for her lover. Her legs reached nearly from one end of the couch to the other, and it was a long couch! Etsuko's pussy was white as snow, like the rest of her body, immaculately drawn, yet real, completely smooth as plastic, and sexy as all fucking hell. He dipped his tongue between the folds of her cunt. Again, they were a strange cross between cartoon, flesh and plastic, but so real and substantial against his probing tongue. Her boobs had tasted like nothing at all, but her pussy he realized, didn't taste or smell like a pussy, but like fresh oranges instead! Bebe had always loved fresh oranges... Her cunt began to drool a subtly fresh-orange-smelling cartoon-ghost pussy-juice as he ate her out. She whimpered with pleasure as he explored her cunt and massaged her cartoon clit with his tongue. Meanwhile, his erection raged to be inside of her. 'I'm sorry,' he said after a few minutes, 'but I've just gotta fuck this sexy pussy right fucking now!' 'Oh, fuck me!' squeaked Etsuko as Paolo got up and planted his cock into her smooth wet hentai snatch. 'Oh shiiit!' he groaned as his cock slid up the most unbelievable smooth sexy pussy imaginable. 'Oh fuck yeah!' he grunted, grabbing her ridiculously firm plastic white beach-ball tits as he started to fuck his fantasy-girl's cunt. 'Who'd have ever thought??...' he trailed off as he jackhammered his meat into her hot, tight wet sexy surreal pussy-hole. Etsuko was giving of a steady stream of hentai sounding squeaks of pleasure as he fucked her, 'Uyng! Uyng! Uyng! Uyng!...' punctuated by the wet sound of his hard dick fucking her wet sexy cunt, squishing and squeltching with his every thrust deep up inside of her. 'Now my ass! I want you to fuck my ass!!!' Etsuko nearly screamed. Paolo slid his cock out of her cunt, and flipped her over onto her hands and knees on the couch for him to fuck her up the ass in 'doggy.' 'You ready, sweetheart?' he asked, his yearning dick poised above her big, perfectly drawn bum. She arched her back low, and it was just about the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life... 'Fuck yes. Slide your cock all the way up my bum, lover! Fuck my tight little asshole!!' Paolo slathered up her asshole with her own orange flavored pussy juice, and pressed the tip of his cock down and into the tight hole of her ass. It slid up her hot, cartoon shit-tunnel with relative ease and they both let out a moan. Paolo went wild with lust at this unbelievable situation and began fucking her ass like a man possessed. Her reached below and grabbed her massive tits as he jackhammered her shit-hole for all he was worth, his sweat flying off him in all directions. Etsuko's squeaking had become nearly one long continuous vibrating squeak of lust as he rammed his dick deep in and out of her surreal tight slippery asshole like a crazy man. ...Kayla had been spying on him from the next room. She still couldn't see Etsuko, so Paolo looked pretty crazy there fucking thin air! Her hand was by then full-on masturbating her own wet pussy underneath her business skirt as she stared at Paolo, apparently just wildly fucking the thin air in front of him on the couch. She'd always found Paolo to be quite handsome and this was really turning her on... After some time, Paolo sat on the couch and repositioned her so that she was sitting in his lap. She straddled his straining manhood and guided it back up her perfect, hot, tight, wet brown hentai bum-hole. She slowly sank down on it, taking it all the way up her ass till it was as deep as it could go. 'Fuck me, baby...' she whispered in his ear. He kissed the cartoon apparition, grabbed her perfect ass, and began hammering up into her tight insatiable shit-tube (wondering briefly whether or not ghosts still have to shit, before returning his full attention to pounding her tight sweet sexy butt.) ...To Kayla, it would appear that he was crazily fucking his hard dick straight up into thin air again. She whimpered softly from the next room, nearing her orgasm as she spied on him and played with herself. 'I love you, Bebe...' Paolo said, compelled, as he rammed his dick deep and hard up her ass from underneath over and over again. 'I love you, too, Paolo!' she replied, this time in Bebe's own voice. ...And her image gradually shifted to that of naked Bebe, as he'd remembered her, his cock still jackhammering up her tight, ghostly asshole. 'I miss you so much, babe!' he blurted, nearly crying now as he fucked her. 'Why'd you have to die!' 'I know, I know,' she soothed, 'but you don't have to miss me any more, ok? It's time to move on...' 'But I don't wanna ever forget you, Bebe!' 'You won't! But it's time to accept things and find a new way. Now fuck my ass hard, lover; make me cum!!' Paolo blindly fucker his lover's asshole like he'd never fucked anything or anyone ever before. ...In the next room, Kayla came hard, gushing all over her hand, her hips bucking beyond her control. At that moment Paolo came too: his huge white load of cum shooting up and across the room in a graceful high arc, splattering right onto the window where Kayla had been spying on him and dripping slowly down the glass (but deep up his lover's ass, to his perception.) 'Ooooooh!' moaned the ghost of Bebe as she came also at that same moment, shaking and gushing all over Paulo's dick below her... ... They caught their breath, embraced and kissed passionately once last time. Finally, Bebe got up off of him. 'Goodbye, my love...' she said. 'Goodbye, Bebe...' Paolo replied as she faded away. Kayla yanked her white thong back on and snuck out of the office as stealthily as she could, so as to avoid any embarrassing situation with Paolo. ... About a week later, Bebe's graphic-novel was finished, staring the super-sexy Etsuko; it was gorgeous!! It was soon published, and it did very well. Kayla asked Paolo out a few weeks after that, and he said 'yes.' And they've been happily going out ever since. Visitation Rights Pt. 01 This is my first story submission. Hope you enjoy it. Feedback welcome. ***** "I'll give you a ride out. I'm going to Target anyway," I say. My ex is here to pick up our son. His truck broke down last night but he's made good on his promise to visit with him, taking advantage of the last few months before Jamie goes off to college. I can't believe we have an almost-college kid! Evan and I got pregnant and married right out of high school, but we just couldn't make it work as a family. We divorced when Jamie was 3 and my parents helped me get back on my feet. Eventually, I completed a 2 year degree at a community college and now run a small bakery. Evan worked his way up from electrician to contractor. It was hard but we both had to do a lot of growing up in a very short time. Because of our mutual love for our son, we've remained friends, albeit more acquaintances than the intimate relationship we had when we were young. We even stayed in the same town. Neither of us has remarried. I've dated here and there but was generally too busy to get serious. Evan, on the other hand, has been dating his current girlfriend for a couple of years now. Jamie has his father's height and stocky build and my olive coloring, brown hair and eyes. I've always had custody, but Evan has been a strong presence in Jamie's life, attending school plays and soccer games and sending child support like clockwork. They built a solid relationship on their love for Legos, sports and food. Now that Jamie's older they act more like buddies than father and son. Jamie turns 18 in a soon but even so I know his dad is still going to come and hang out with him. He's a decent father, even if he wasn't ready to be husband to me. "Help yourself to some cookies on the counter while you're waiting," I add, calling over my shoulder. Jamie was in his room, the faint boom-boom of his too loud music escaping from his closed bedroom door. I bang on it to make sure he hears me. "Honey? Dad's here!" I shout through the door. I hear a muffled, "Okay!" as I walk past Jamie's room and into mine. I enter my room, not bothering to shut the door closed. I quickly slip off my t-shirt, walking over to the closet to pick a new top. By habit I look in the full length mirror I have across from my bed and smooth my hands over my utilitarian skin tone bra. Not bad, I thought. Not as perky as when I was 17 but not saggy either. My stomach wasn't completely flat, but I could almost pretend it was by sucking my breath in a little. My long, dark brown hair needed brushing and curled at the edges, framing my oval face. I smiled and rose to my full 5'2", hands on the waistband of my loose jammies. My son's friends frequently mistook me for his sister, a fact that makes Jamie by turns both embarrassed and proud. Distracted, I didn't hear the click of the door being locked. The musky smell of outdoors and freshly cut wood and the faint aroma of minty aftershave envelop me. He moves fast, slipping the straps of my bra off my shoulders and freeing my 36B breasts. I hear the breath catch in his throat. A large rough hand comes from behind to cup my right breast, hold its fullness, thumb circling around the dark pink areolae. I gasp, surprised. "Evan! What are you-" but the sentence is cut off by a moan. Mine. His hot ragged breath travels up and down my neck as he deftly twirls and twists my nipple and it hardens. I have no time to think about his girlfriend or my son just the electric jolts blasting from my core to the tips of my toes. "Mmmmmm...so beautiful!" he whispers in my hair as his muscular arm traps my lower body, securing it to his. I feel a growing bulge on my lower back. I find my arms have a life of their own, rising up to cradle his head. I arch against his worn cotton shirt so he has more access to my naked upper body. His touch burns, fingers moving so fast that I am soon awash in waves of pleasure. I turn my head to kiss but he has other plans. I hear a soft clink as his belt buckle falls to the floor along with his pants. My pajama bottoms and white cotton panties are pulled down together, joining the heap. I open my eyes and see us in the mirror: a hunter gripping his very willing prey. I look like a madwoman- my skin flushed, my nipples hard, my legs spread. His hand moves down from my breasts to my tummy to my inner thighs, separating them even more and I feel heat down below. It takes all my self control not to cry out. "I want you, Tessa." His voice is thick with desire. His words slow and deliberate, "I want to fuck you." "Ev-evan, wait...I can't...oh god please." "Do you want me to fuck you?" he slowly asks. The question is cruel. My body is on fire and my mind cannot think. I'm turned on by the touching, the dirty talk, the urgency and the fact that Evan was giving me exactly what I wanted. I feel his rough, fat fingers trailing down before disappearing into my slit. My mind is screaming but my body betrays me. I am already sopping wet. "If you want me to stop, I will." The tone is teasing but strained. He slips first one then 2 fingers into me, slowly drawing them in and out. I spread my legs even further, humping his hand. I find it hard to speak and squeeze syllables out between moans and gasps. "P-please... Evan..." "Please what?" "D-don't stop," I whisper weakly. "Fuck me, Evan. Fuck me, please." He smiles and I see a steely triumphant look in his green eyes. He pushes me down so I am bent over in front of him. I use elbows on my bed to support me. I am trembling as he slides his cock along my wetness. It is hard, thick and cold and soon coated with fluid. The mushroom head slices through my slick pussy lips before jamming at the entrance. "Relax, baby, just relax," he grunts, "Fuck, Tessa, you're so tight." He moves slowly, easing in and out until I can take all of him. I feel stretched and full before he forces his way to the hilt. For a moment we are still, strangely complementary once more. Then the dance begins. A slow rocking and thrusting, hips rising and falling. A thin sheen of sweat starts to form on my back and torso, sticking to his green cotton shirt. Our breaths are shallow and interrupted by soft moans and ohs and ahs slowly climbing in pitch. My face is glowing with sweat and want and my head is spinning with the delicious ache of pleasure. By turns he grabs at my breasts and hips - the better to hold me in place. He thrusts faster, slapping his balls against my clit, keeping a steadily escalating rhythm. I grow weaker as I climax and he holds tight to keep my knees from buckling under me. "Evan... oh god... yes... oh god fuck... ohgodohgodohgod!" He flips me over so my back is on the bed while hitching my legs on his shoulders. He deep thrusts while I spasm on his shaft. It's not long before he pulls out, lashing me with hot cum. It lands on my chest, my stomach, my legs, everywhere. I am still shuddering, riding the waves of my own release. Blood is pounding in my ears and I almost do not hear him as he turns away. "Thanks, hun but Jamie and I will just catch the bus." Visitation Rights Pt. 02 This part takes place about a week after Tessa and Evan's initial tryst. For more background, please read Part 1. Any ideas on how this story should proceed? Please comment and let me know what you think. ***** "Yes, Jamie's 18 and he is still Jamie's dad even after Jamie turns 18. I am not about to stop them from seeing each other, Jill!" "Well, he can't just come over and have his way with you whenever he wants now can he? What kind of message are you trying to send?" My friend Jillian was shouting her dissent on the phone. I had just told her about what happened between my ex and I. Clearly she was not a fan. I let Jill babble on and let my mind wander. It's been a week since Saturday and I was still on edge. I was so turned on that I did what I did to combat stress: I baked. My kitchen had become war zone of flour, sugar and butter. Pies (apple and peach), cookies (double chocolate chip, oatmeal-raisin and cinnamon sugar), bread and muffins, a testament to both my sexual frustration and satisfaction, littered the counter and overflowed to the table. I had just finished wrestling with some dough that was now rising sullenly in its bowl under a cloth cover. My arms were achy and I felt just a teeny bit sweaty. I had forgotten how good the sex was with him. Just remembering made me ache with need. "I just don't want you to get hurt again, girlfriend. Jeez it's like you never got over the guy and it's been like a hundred thousand years. We're not in high school anymore, Tessa." Of course we weren't in high school anymore. This wasn't desperate coupling behind the bleachers of the football field while we professed eternal love to each other. For one thing, Evan was no longer the awkward, lanky teenager from 18 years ago. His blonde hair had darkened and his wiry arms and chest have filled out in hard muscle. As far as being intimate, well, he's had almost 2 decades of perfecting that and he knew exactly what he was doing. As did I. An involuntary shiver ran through my body as I smooth the knee length robe over my tummy, remembering his vise like grip. "Okay, okay already Jill. It's not like I want to marry him okay?" I say, exasperated. Jill is a great friend but this was a time I wanted someone to listen to me and not lecture about practicalities. "It was the one time and- oh, hold on I'll call you back later. Someone's at the door." I end the call and sigh. Jill's preachy tone was not really what I was looking for this morning. I wrapped my yellow satin robe tighter around me, cinching it around my waist. It was confusing, yes, but really wasn't anything more than a moment of weakness between 2 consenting adults who happen to know how to push each other's buttons. It was sex. With an ex. Plain and simple. Uncomplicated, that is if I didn't count that he had a girlfriend, or that our teenage son was in the next room. I sigh. Jamie has been trying to get us back together for years! At this point though, I know we both know that that ship has passed. There was also the issue of Monica, the girl he's been with for 2 years now. "One time. That's it," I tell myself, "There will be no more fooling around." I open the door slightly, hoping it's the Amazon delivery I've been waiting for when- "Evan?" "Hey Tessa. Can I come in?" It wasn't a question as much as a command. He closes the door behind him with a smooth click. I instinctively wrap my arms around myself. "Jamie's not home. He's at a sleepover-" "I know...", he cuts in, taking a confident step with each silky syllable. I get a cold fluttery feeling in my gut. "Did you have plans with him today?I must not have put it in the calendar." My voice sounds weak, phony, like I know what's coming but I don't want to show it. My heart starts beating faster. I step back with each step forward he takes. "I'm not here for Jamie." The eyes again. Green. Steely. Hard. Needy. His right hand cradles the back of my neck tilting my head slightly upward. His other arm snakes around my waist, binding me to him. I'm trembling with anticipation as he backs me against a wall and pins me there with a knee between my legs. My hands flutter out to feel his hard muscular arms, the heat from his chest burns. He caresses my face with the back of his hand, catching a stray lock of hair and tucking it behind my ear. The touch is light and I am straining for more. With the pad of his thumb, he traces my upper lip. "Good morning, Tessa. I've been thinking about doing this all week." He presses his thumb onto my lower lip and I open my mouth slightly, panting at the hard flesh. He holds his finger there for a moment before I meet it with my mouth, flicking a tongue at it before I slowly suck on it. I close my eyes and a soft moan escapes me. He moves his head closer and I can smell mint, coffee and musky sweat. I whimper when he takes his thumb out of my mouth. Then he is teasing, tongue darting and finally engulfing my mouth with his. The assault is simultaneous. Lips on lips. Hands on bodies. My fingers entangled in his hair while his loosening my robe. Tongues clash, breaths ragged. I feel his erection through his jeans. His knee grinds against my mound. "E-Evan, wait-" My robe is slipping. I want this but not before we've talked. We need to talk. We need to work through this. We need to sort it out. Oh fuck it. We need to fuck. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispers, tracing a path from my ear to my collarbone. "No. I mean y-yes. Stop." He pulls away while still leaning in, a hand on either side of my head. I bite my lip. It feels bruised, the kind of bruised that makes you feel incredibly sexy. My robe is almost off my shoulders, my chest heaving. I try to catch my breath. His eyes bear into mine, mocking me, daring me. I step into his arms, licking his upper lip. "Don't move," I command shakily, while my hands fumble with his belt, his pants, which fall below his knees. I let my mouth trail down his body, planting soft bites on his neck, his nipple, his muscular stomach, down to the hairy patch below, kneeling in front of him. I look up, teasing, and carefully lick around his enormous mushroom head before I pop him in my mouth. He is as delicious as I remember. The angry veins on his shaft twitch in purple streaks as I gently suck on his cock. "Tessa-god-", he groans. "That's it baby-ohhhh yes". I can take almost all of him in my mouth and wrap my lips around his girth. Soon he is humping my face, holding on to my hair as he fucks my mouth. I feel exhilarated over the feeling of having him in my power. His grip on my hair tightens and he closes his eyes, breaking eye contact, as he shoots hot cum in the roof of my mouth. I swallow in hungry gulps and look up at Evan, palms flat on the wall above me. His mouth is open in an "O" and his eyes are shut tight. My hands snake up his hard muscular body, arms finally coming to rest on his strong shoulders. We kiss again, with a little less urgency. I let him taste himself on my mouth. I can tell he is pleased, and aroused. I ease his shirt off and nuzzle his chest, breathing his scent and listening to his rapid heartbeat. He hitches my left leg on his hip. His hand slides up my thigh and squeezes my ass, presses at my cunt. My panties are damp. He is panting a little, trying to control his breathing. Slowly, oh so excruciatingly slowly, he pulls at the sash at my waist, undoing my robe. The sash falls to the floor. "You little minx," he says with a smirk, admiring my tits as they come into view. His hands move to my shoulders easing them half out of the robe. His mouth follows his hands trailing hot little kisses from shoulder to neck to the other shoulder and down to the swell of my breasts. I shiver. Anticipation clouds my judgement as my arms are trapped behind me in yellow satin, my chest bared for the assault. As he kisses his way to the top of my breasts, his unshaved chin prickles my nipples. I lean against the wall, arching slightly, and close my eyes, gasping as his tongue flicks one nipple then the other. I shudder, unsteady on one leg, as he takes a tit in his mouth, lapping and sucking at the tender flesh. As he ravages my chest, he hitches my other leg up to wrap around his waist. Two strong arms support my back and hips. He humps me from below, sending jolts of electricity to the tips of my fingers and toes. With each stroke he grows harder until I can grind against him. "Evan. Please. Bed. Fuck. Fuck, Evan." "Are you on-" he asks, gesturing down. "Yes. IUD. Fuck, yes. Fuck me, just fuck me-" I shrug off my robe and for a moment it hangs on my waist before I get on my feet and let it slither to the floor. Evan kicks off his pants and boxers and carries me to my room. I fall into bed and he quickly follows, hooking his arms against my bent knees. I raise my hips slightly, helping him ease off my panties. The faint musky smell of aroused pussy floats in the room. Evan roughly drags a tongue into my wet pussy, making me yelp as the flat of his tongue goes from slit to clit. I use my feet to grind into the bed, feeding my pussy to his hungry, torturing mouth. His pace is languid, like a cat lapping at itself. Each lick is long, slow and heavy, drawing out the pleasure and ending with a tickle to my engorged clit. I twist and grab a pillow to my mouth to muffle my screams. He takes me to the brink of exhaustion and ecstasy but doesn't let me cum. All too quickly, the pillow is replaced by Evan's mouth. I taste my pussy juice on him, sweet and thick. I feel his hard rod rubbing against my thigh. He stares at me as if asking my leave, daring me to defy the inevitable. I grab his erection and drag it teasingly against my wet cunt lips. He takes the pillow and tucks it under my ass. In one swift movement he mounts me. For a moment, I can't breathe, stuffed full of hard cock, pussy stretching to fullness. My heels dig into his ass cheeks, pushing him even deeper into my cunt. He saws into me and I meet him crest for crest, slamming our bodies together. The wet sound of flesh against flesh and our ragged breathing fill the room. His balls slap against my clit with every stroke. I slow down our rhythm, relishing the deep penetration and letting excitement build. Sweat shines on my skin and drips from Evan's forehead into the valley of my breasts. My moans climb higher in pitch until something snaps and I lose control, babbling incoherently as I climax. Evan brings his face close to mine, staring into my glazed eyes as I stiffen and writhe against him. He continues to pound into me, faster, lengthening my orgasm. My pussy pulses, squeezing his cock and swallowing his cum. The walls ring with our echoed cries and moans of pleasure. He falls onto his elbows, ravaging my lips once more as we stay fused, riding out aftershocks. I feel his cock soften and fall out of me. The pillow under me is soaked with our mingled juices. Suddenly cold, I meld my body to his, and we kiss, letting our tongues play. His fingers strum my body from ribcage to ass and up again. He is playing me and again I'm aching for more. "What now?" his voice is husky, low and sexy. "Jamie won't be back until 3," I reply.