Horny Ghosts

"Tell me again about the first time you had sex with Reggie," Michael said to Vanessa as they were lying in bed one night. "It's such a hot story, you two have undeniable chemistry."

Vanessa chuckled as she stretched her tired muscles and then snuggled up under the sheets next to her husband. They were restoring the old manor Bloomington House to its former glory, and every day was filled with hard renovation work in a house full of workmen and the sounds of construction. Vanessa had inherited the house from an unknown relative, and when she and Michael moved in, they'd discovered it was home to a group of spectral residents who liked to fuck each other all over the the old building. Vanessa had discovered that not only could she see and talk to the sexy dead people, but also she could touch--and therefore, fuck--them as though they were Living people, which she did most afternoons. Vanessa and Michael's nightly routine after a hard day of work (and play) was for Vanessa to tell her husband all about her sexual escapades with the ghosts, since Michael could unfortunately neither see nor touch them himself. They had given up their dream of some kind of open relationship when they left the city for the crumbling house in the middle of nowhere, but had thankfully found the next best thing.

"Hon, you've heard that story so many times, aren't you sick of it yet? I have sex with the ghosts every day in a variety of different ways, positions and configurations, are you sure you don't want me to tell you another one?"

"I love all of your stories, and of course I want to hear about all of your experiences," he said. "But I am in the mood right now for the story of your first time with Reggie, it turns me the fuck on."

"Ha ha, well I guess I can't say no to that. But on one condition: you are not allowed to touch yourself or me while I tell the story, and while I might allow you to pleasure me when I am done, you will not be getting any release tonight. Agreed?"

Michael groaned and then smiled mischievously. "You drive a hard--and soon to be really hard --bargain. But I agree."

"Good," said Vanessa, readjusting herself on the pillow. "Ok, well, as you know, I had discovered that I could have sex with the ghosts through an accidental touching of and then foursome with Beatrice, Althea and Rebecca..."

"Yes, yes," Michael interrupted, laughing as he did so. "I know you like to retell the story of your first foursome with the women. It's hot too, but not the story for tonight. Now, get to the part about you and Reggie!"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Demanding," Vanessa admonished playfully. "Patience is a virtue; it's my story, so I will tell it the way I want to. So..."

***

Vanessa had just finished delivering the good news to Michael: she had discovered that not only could she touch the ghosts as though they were Living people, but also she could have sex with them! This fun fact was put to the test in a delicious afternoon foursome with Beatrice, Rebecca and Althea, something that Vanessa would keep on her internal highlights reel for the rest of her life. Those women had spent their deaths fucking and it showed; Vanessa still felt tingly from their touches.

Insatiable as she was, she followed that intense aerobic activity with yet another: fucking her husband senseless, before she had even delivered the good news! What a day! If someone had told Vanessa six months ago that moving to the middle of nowhere would do wonders for her sex life, she never would have believed them.

It was nearly dinner time, and she was now wandering the halls of Bloomington House to check up on the work that had been done that day by their crew of contractors. When she and Michael had decided to fix up the old house, they had had no idea how much time and effort--not to mention money--it would take. After months of work, they were still no closer to realizing their goal; it seemed like every day turned up something new to add to the fix it list.

Whenever Vanessa started to get bogged down with worry about the seemingly endless renovations and the resulting bills that were chewing up every last cent of their savings, she reminded herself about how much her life had changed for the better since moving here; it was without a doubt worth all of the stress and uncertainty with the house to have become involved with the house's long-term residents. As tiring as it was, her life was also the most exciting it had ever been. Exploring her sexuality with the ghosts was a neverending wonder, and that was just when she could watch them fuck each other while masturbating furiously. The possibilities before her now that she could fuck them were endless, and she couldn't wait to get down and dirty with each and every one of them, in each and every way.

And that didn't even include what it could mean for her and Michael's sex life, there were so many new experiences ahead of them! Vanessa felt herself getting wet again just thinking about it.

As she entered the ground floor library, she was startled by the sudden appearance of one of the ghosts. Reggie, the tall, handsome, black man who had been the first ghost to make her acquaintance after her fall from a ladder that left her with a head injury and the ability to see ghosts, crossed into the room through the wall next to her and poked her in the arm with an outstretched finger.

"Oh hel- ow!" Vanessa yelped in surprise, rubbing her arm where she'd been savagely poked.

"I just had to see it for myself," Reggie said, a huge grin appearing on his face. "The ladies were right, we can touch you! Quick, do me!"

"Uh, yeah, they told you the truth. But, do what now?" Vanessa asked, an answering smile on her face.

"Poke me! I want to feel it! Come on, Van!" Reggie insisted.

"Okay, okay, here you go!" Vanessa said, raising her finger and poking Reggie's arm. The skin indented slightly where her finger touched him, just as it would on a Living person.

"Holy shit!" Reggie breathed. "I can't fucking believe it!! This is amazing!"

With a joyful cry, Reggie pulled Vanessa into his arms and danced her around the room, his naked body pressed against her clothed one, both of them laughing at the exertion and the novelty of the situation.

They were both panting a little when they paused to rest against the back of the couch, and Vanessa coughed a little from the dust they'd kicked up in the room. Reggie patted her on the back, chuckling as he did so.

"Look at me, patting a Living on the back, no big deal!" he said to the empty room.

Vanessa cleared her throat and looked up at Reggie.

"So, what did the women tell you, exactly?" she asked.

Reggie's right eyebrow shot up, and he crossed his muscular arms and grinned at her seductively.

"Well-"

He was interrupted by all of the rest of the ghosts coming through the wall into the library in a laughing, talking, noisy group. When they saw her and Reggie, they all started exclaiming excitedly and rushed over to them.

"Vanessa! Oh my god, I can't wait to do that again!" Beatrice yelled as she threw her arms around Vanessa.

"Wow, we just heard the news. This is amazing!" said William, his green eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

"I am jealous, when's my turn?" Tristan asked, with a smile to show he wasn't as petulant as he sounded.

Rebecca and Althea, arms slung around each other in lazy camaraderie, stood back a little from the group and surveyed Vanessa with sultry grins that were the mirror image of each other.

"Oh Van, that was a delicious scene today. Dee-lic-ious," Rebecca drawled, while Althea maintained the grin and raised an eyebrow in agreement, her gorgeous face looking all the more stunning when exuding mischievousness.

Vanessa chuckled, feeling so pleased by all of the attention and enthusiasm for this new development.

"Hello, yes! Today was amazing and I am so excited to explore this with all of you!" she said.

"Can we--do you mind--shit, can I touch you? I just really want to prove to myself that this is real," William said, clearly feeling a little awkward through his excitement. "I mean, Beatrice is all over you so clearly it is real, but I want to see for myself."

"Of course, sure, go ahead!" Vanessa assured him.

William reached forward and touched her arm, patting her tentatively at first, as though still expecting the usual pain that happens to a ghost when their immaterial parts meet Living corporeality. When his hand did not go through Vanessa's arm, William then grasped it, laughing as he did so.

"Holy shit! It's true!" he exclaimed.

The other ghosts swarmed Vanessa, all touching a part of her and cheering as they did so, with Vanessa laughing uncontrollably at the centre.

Only Reggie stood back, not joining the group to touch Vanessa but instead surveying them all silently, a pensive look on his face.

When they had all pulled apart, and Vanessa had straightened her clothes, Reggie cleared his throat.

"I think you and I need to fuck, Vanessa," he said, his eyes burning into hers.

"Um, of course, Reggie, everyone wants to fuck Vanessa," said Beatrice, rolling her eyes exaggeratively. "Duh."

Everyone laughed, and Tristan clapped Reggie on the back good naturedly. But Reggie kept his eyes on Vanessa and seemed not to notice anyone else was in the room. She stared back, feeling awkward and turned on, unsure of what to say or do.

"No, I mean, I think we should fuck now. As in, I have never wanted anything as much as I want to fuck you. Right now."

Reggie said this matter of factly, with no trace of aggression, though the heat in his eyes was burning a hole through her and making Vanessa wet just from the look in them. She couldn't help but notice that his cock was rock hard and standing at full attention, almost vibrating with the power of his desire.

"Ok, whoa, Reggie," said Rebecca softly, walking over and touching his arm. "We get it. We all feel the same way. But try to be cool about it."

Vanessa forced herself to break eye contact with Reggie and looked around at the other ghosts, feeling so much affection for all of them.

"Look, I want to fuck all of you. Lots. In so many different ways." Everyone chuckled in agreement.

She turned to look at Reggie again, feeling almost overwhelmed by the passion still emanating from him.

"And I will start with you," she said to him directly. "Since you are clearly the most in need," Vanessa cracked a smile and glanced at his lower half with the last statement, and was relieved when Reggie returned it, breaking some of the tension of the moment.

"Oh yeah, big need. HUGE," he agreed.

"Well, do we have to leave?" Beatrice asked. "Or can we stay and watch?"

Vanessa and Reggie looked at each other, weighing up the request in light of their desire for each other.

"I don't mind if you don't," Vanessa said first.

Reggie sighed, turning to his fellow ghosts.

"Okay, you can stay," he said, to which they all cheered. "BUT there are rules. 1. Stay quiet. 2. Do not interrupt or touch us. 3. Stay quiet."

"One and three are the same," drawled Althea.

"Yes, I wanted to make sure everyone heard that one," Reggie said, looking pointedly at Beatrice.

"Okay, okay, I'll be quiet," she answered sheepishly, a pretty blush spreading across her cheeks as she took the not so subtle hint.

"Great! Get comfortable," Reggie said to his friends and turned once again to Vanessa.

All of the ghosts scrambled to sit on one of the long couches in the centre of the room, conveniently placed facing the other couch in the room. Reggie stepped over to Vanessa and took her hand, leading her to stand before the other couch.

She suddenly felt nervous, not from all of the ghost eyes looking at her from the other couch, but from the ones staring down into hers, the fire in them almost visible. Reggie's need for her was so naked, so tangible, that she almost didn't know what to do in the face of it.

"I would like to undress you," he said. "I haven't removed clothes from a woman's body in a very long time and I would like to do that now. Do you consent?"

"Y-yes," Vanessa stuttered, her voice coming out hoarse around the sudden lump in her throat.

Reggie kept his eyes on hers, but started slowly unbuttoning her shirt. When he reached the bottom, he slid his hands under the fabric and moved them up her body to her shoulders, in order to push the fabric off and away from her body. As her shirt drifted to the floor, Vanessa shivered, and not from the air on her exposed skin, but because of the sensuousness of Reggie's movements.

He crossed around behind her, so close she could feel his erect penis nudging against her side, and released the hook of her bra before sliding his hands under the now loose fabric to cup her naked breasts from behind.

"Holy shit, your tits feel amazing!" he murmured, his mouth close to her ear, his hands squeezing her flesh and pinching her nipples in a way that made Vanessa bite her lip to stifle a groan.

He crossed around her again and pulled the silky bra from her body, dropping it on the floor next to her shirt.

"May I taste you?" he asked, staring at her tits with so much hunger she was a bit worried he meant it literally.

"Yes," Vanessa said, trembling.

He knelt in front of her then, lifting her breasts in his hands and then placing his mouth on her right nipple, sucking and nibbling and exploring her with his tongue. Vanessa threw her head back and placed her hands on his head, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her body. He moved to the left nipple and gave it the same attention, and Vanessa felt an answering response in her clit, flooding her panties with wetness.

Almost as if he was aware of the effect his actions were having on the rest of her body, he soon released her breasts to shift the focus to her lower half. He undid the button of her pants before grasping the zipper in his teeth to pull it down. Vanessa gasped, and was echoed by Beatrice on the other couch.

"This is so hot!" she exclaimed to shushes from the other ghosts.

Removing his lips from the zipper pull, Reggie looked up into Vanessa's eyes as he slid his hands into her pants and around her body to firmly grab her ass. Her knees went a bit weak and her underwear got even more wet, as he pulled her pants down her legs to her feet, placing soft kisses here and there on her skin as he went.

When she had stepped out of her shoes and pants and was standing in front of him in nothing but her panties, Reggie kissed back up her legs until he reached the crescent of her underwear at the top. There, he just breathed in, groaning a bit under his breath.

"You smell so fucking good!" he growled, threading his fingers into the top of her panties and pulling with quick succession, so that he ripped the underwear from her body before dropping the former garment to the floor.

"Hey!" she said, both shocked and impressed.

"Sorry," he grumbled. "I just couldn't wait any longer."

He pressed his face against the mound at the top of her legs, taking deep breaths to drink her in now that the thin barrier of fabric was gone.

"I must taste you," he said, when he finally withdrew enough to look up at her.

Vanessa just bit her lip and nodded, speechless in the face of so much desire, both hers and his. Reggie guided her to sit on the couch behind her and pushed her legs as far apart as they would go. He looked down at her, spreadeagle before him, and there was actual delight mixed with the burning desire in his eyes. He could not wait to dive in, and he did not waste any time.

He bent down and started gently probing her vulva with his tongue, starting on the surface, and slowly working his way deeper and deeper, exploring every nook and cranny until his tongue found her vagina, swirling around the entrance before plunging inside. He made humming, delighted sounds as he worked, as though she were the yummiest thing he had ever tasted. She groaned under his sensuous administrations, feeling like he was devouring her inch by inch to discover her every secret.

He licked his way back to her clit, and when he found the trembling bean he started sucking gently while his fingers entered the hole his tongue had just departed. Vanessa's head fell back and she groaned loudly, his expert treatment of her genitals causing her to lose all power in the rest of her body. He was still going slow, almost teasingly, and all she could do was lie there, powerless to his whims.

Removing his face but not his fingers, Reggie guided Vanessa to lie lengthwise on the couch, so she occupied its full length. When she was in place, he directed his attention back to her clit, his fingers still knuckle deep in her pussy, and turned himself so he was crouching over her, his sizable, rock hard cock directly above her face. Without hesitation, she grabbed it, wrapping one hand around the shaft, and licked the dollop of pre-cum ectoplasm on the tip before taking the head in her mouth.

Reggie groaned as her mouth enveloped his cock, the sound sending reverberations into her clit that made her shiver. She started moving her mouth up and down, the head of his penis against her tongue as she took more and more of him into her mouth each time. She moved slowly, matching the tortuously slow speed he was using on her, determined to get the sweetest revenge. His hips started moving a bit to try to hurry her movements, but she just readjusted her grip on his shaft and kept going at her own pace.

Vanessa was so focussed on both Reggie's cock and the things he was doing to her vulva, that she forgot anyone else was in the room. It therefore so startled her when Beatrice once again cried out, that she nearly choked on the large dick in her mouth.

"Oh fuck, this is making me so wet!!!" Beatrice wailed.

All of the other ghosts shushed her again, but this time, Reggie also raised his head and glowered over at her. The look on his face was severe, and she squeaked out an apology and promised to make no other noises.

Reggie glanced around to give Vanessa what could only be described as an evil smile, as he said, "you ready, princess?"

Vanessa, mouth full of cock, could only return an equally evil look in her eyes and say, "mmm hmm!"

"Ok then, we're on," Reggie said, before turning his focus back to Vanessa's pussy.

This time, he was all business; none of the slow, sensual movements from before. He attacked her clit like he was on a mission, sucking and teasing it with his tongue in a way that made her squirm and want to cry out. Meanwhile, his fingers moved in and out of her quickly, almost roughly, in a way that made her knees weak and her breathing faster.

Vanessa returned the favour; still grasping his shaft with one hand, she grabbed his balls with the other, pulling on them gently but firmly as she moved her mouth up and down on his penis faster and faster, feeling the head hit the back of her throat with each insertion. Both were breathing hard into the other's genitals, the tension within each of them building to a breaking point.

Just when Vanessa thought she was going to have to stop what she was doing to ride the wave of orgasm, Reggie extracted his mouth and hands from her to breathlessly say, " Okay, I'm going to cum, but I want to fuck you first."

Vanessa quickly removed her mouth from his dick. "Yes, yes, do it now, NOW!"

Reggie turned himself around to place himself between her legs, grasping her thighs and pulling them apart before entering her, all in one fluid motion. He pushed his large cock into her as far as it would go, both of them recognising the movement with a deep, guttural groan.

Vanessa heard an answering groan from across the room, and took a moment to glance over at the other couch full of the rest of the ghosts. Where they had once been sitting side by side in a row, they were now a jumble of bodies. Each one of them had their hands and mouths and genitals on at least one of the others; an absolute carnal delight to witness that if she hadn't been otherwise occupied, Vanessa would have delighted in paying more attention to. But the brief glimpse was so hot and increased the intensity of her need, so she quickly turned back to the man inside of her.