Casper, The Very Friendly Ghost

[Cowgurlhat]

She had heard nothing, seen nothing further, in her slow journey to retrieve her swimsuit bottoms. While that was good, maybe they'd let her retrieve them in peace, it could also mean that they were planning something next, and she wouldn't be able to see what it was until in was too late. But now she was close, able to just reach over and grab them... only to just miss as they pulled away from her. "Okay... what the hell..." she said to herself. That was just... odd! She was watching them clearly, and they still slid away from her. It didn't look as if they were being pulled by some wiring... she would think she'd notice that at least.

Her body had straightened again, intent on more inching towards her prize before her top loosened, starting to fall down her body. With a startled noise, her arm slapped around the ruffled triangles, holding them in place while mashing her firm breasts together. Callie froze there as the loose strings fell down her arms and body, looking around her quickly. There was no way in hell that could have happened with another person in the room without her knowing it! Unless... it wasn't a person at all, but a ghost...

"Greg?" she asked aloud, in a cautious tone. The sight of Nikita, being frozen in place as he stripped her, was still fresh in her mind, as was her earlier words of the three of them needing some company. If this really was Greg... then he had to be taking their word on it, in spades. Would he freeze her as well? Strip her naked? Move her body for his pleasure? ... Why was that suddenly so hot? Shaking her head at her overactive imagination, she slowly uncovered her bare pussy to start tying her bikini strings back together, starting at the base of her neck to keep herself covered.

 

[Gabe619]

Would she hear him if he spoke to her, Greg wondered as she called out his name. He could find out easy enough, but right now he was having fun playing around. He picked up a salt shaker that stood on the counter, unscrewed the top and poured the contents on the counter top. Then he spelt out words in the salt.

"YES, ITS GREG." He started with that. Then ... "WANT TO PLAY?"

He didn't know if she did or not, but she wasn't seemingly upset by his antics and he was having a lot of fun. She had finished tieing her bikini top back on, but that left her bottom half. He moved up behind her and slipped one hand onto a firm butt cheeks, squeezing slightly, while his other arm slipped around her slim waist and his fingers moved down between her legs and gently began to tease her clit and lips.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Movement from the top of the counter drew her eyes up. Was that... one of the shakers? She finished tying her top back on and slid closer, rising to a stand while trying to keep her modesty intact. She had risen in time to see words being spelled out. "Yes, it's Greg," she read aloud. "Oh, good. Glad I'm not going crazy." Wait... she's talking aloud to a ghost. How was that not crazy?! And said ghost had made active attempts to get her naked... at least he wasn't being forceful about it.

"Want to play," she read again. "Oh..." Either he was taking what Nikita said to heart, or this was now a street that went both ways. Either way, she was half naked in a kitchen with a very friendly ghost closeby. As she finished processing that, a phantom hand slid down her ass and squeezed a cheek, while the other phantom hand slid down her front and started to play. "Holy shit!" Callie gasped, hips working out of reflex. It was the strangest feeling ever! His touch wasn't shockingly cold, nor was it warm or tingly... it was simply there, parting her lower lips to start teasing her clit. Looking down verified as much, seeing her folds parted by invisible fingers...

One touch, just one touch was all it took. The phantom finger went from a smooth circle to a flick right on the tip of her pearl, just the lightest of tickles that made her instantly horny. Her back arched as her legs parted more, a moan sighing out of her lungs. "Yes... yes, yes!" was all she could think to say, starting to grind her hips forward while her womanly dew gathered around her lips.

 

[Gabe619]

Greg was impressed, either his skill with women had got a hell of a lot better since he died, or this girl was hot to trot and really needed this release. Either way Greg wasn't a man, or indeed a ghost, to miss up a chance. He held her upright as he back arched against him, his fingers working their magic on her clit and then gently stroking her pussy lips, gentle, teasing, her wetness making this so much easier already.

Her warmth felt do good against his, for want of a better word, body. He was incorporeal, he could walk through walls, so how the hell was she leaning back against him without falling through him? How could he touch certain thing, but his hand went through others? He decided it must be strength of will. if he wanted to touch something, effect something, then he could. When he wanted to be insubstantial then he was. Whether his idea was right or not it worked for him right now as the young girl moaned in his arms.

God, she felt so good, her soft skin, the scent of her body and perfume despite her having been swimming, the warm breath escaping from her lips as her eyes closed. He could feel himself getting excited .... he actually could feel himself getting excited! He hadn't been sure if the plumbing would work now he was a ghost, but he could now feel his growing cock slowly lengthening against the girls butt as he held her against him. He imagined himself naked and when he looked down he was! What else could he do?!

He slipped two fingers inside Callie now, slowly finger fucking her as his other hand drifted up over her firm stomach to her bikini covered breasts. He plucked the ties open again, the ones she had just finished tying back up, and pulled the top off her and dropped it to the floor before cupping her left breast and rubbing his thumb over the hard nipple. he then took it in his fingers and rolled it back and forth, squeezing gently, but then applying more pressure before moving to the other nipples and doing the same. All the time his fingers worked inside the girl, fucking her harder as his now fully hardened cock pressed between her butt cheeks. His breathing, if it was breathing, sounded heavy to his own ears as his head rested against Callies shoulder, his mouth right next to her ear.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

This had to be, by far, the most surreal experience Callie had ever had in her life.

He was playing gently with her lower lips, getting her more and more excited the longer he touched her. Her hands braced on the countertop, she arched and writhed into his fingers, soon finding herself leaning up against a solid form. Again, it wasn't warm or cold, but it was as solid as his fingers. They filled her up just as well when he slid them inside of her drenched pussy, filling her again and again.

He wasn't unaffected either, by the size and growing firmness of something against her ass. "Ohhhh," she moaned softly, her grip tightening as she pushed her hips back more insistently. It had been a good amount of time since she last felt a cock inside of her, and as strange as the moment was, it was oddly enough doing well to turn her on. When her top was removed, and he played with her breasts, she moaned again, pushing her chest forward into his hand. As an added incentive, she put her hand on top of his, meeting resistance an inch or so away from touching herself.

"Please," she whimpered, pressing his hand down onto her breast while the other drifted down to play with her clit. Her head turned towards where she could feel light tickles of breath across her ear, licking her lips before she begged him again. "Please, more, please!"

 

[Gabe619]

More? Greg continued his assault on the young girl, trying to give her pleasure. He was obviously succeeding from how she was reacting. He remember sex with his wife before she died, how good it had been, how both of them had been so satisfied. he wanted that for this girl, for Callie, but also, for some reason, he wanted to tease and play with them. Was it because they had summoned his spirit here from paradise? Yes, he supposed that would certainly give him reason, but he wasn't vindictive or malicious. he just wanted to show them that actions had consequences.

He grabbed Callie by her shoulders and spun her around so she was facing him. His body wasn't fully formed yet, not a complete hard body, just sections like his cock, his hands, his lips he realised as he breathed warm breath on her, his face close to hers, her lips so close to his. The rest of him was vaporous and non-existent, she could run her hand right through him if she wanted. He was starting to get to grips with this now. Unless he concentrated and focused his body would remain like an invisible mist. he lowered his lips to her right ear and hissed.

"You want more? How much more? Tell me what you want, Callie."

His voice sounded unearthly even to him, as if from a thousand miles away or a from another planet. It sounded as dead as it truly was. But would she even hear it, and if so ... what would be her answer? To spur her along he began to kiss down her neck, over her collar bone, down to the nipples of her left breast, sucking gently at first then harder before moving to her right nipples and repeating. All the time his fingers moved between her legs, delving into her wetness, feeling how tight and ready she was. This girl was so turned on, she needed to be fucked.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

She gasped as she was turned around, finding only bits and pieces of a human body before her. The pair of lips gave her orientation to where his head was, both hands, she now noticed, were formed as well, and... a cock, jutting up from a barely visible body, made her sex clench hard. She wanted that, right now, inside of her, and she didn't care where. She was hard up, like Nikita had earlier suggested, but now she was being teased, being held back from his thickness, to be asked what she wanted more of.

Lips trailed down Callie's neck and collar, down to her breast to have it taken in his mouth and being sucked harder, before abandoning it to pucker tight in the air. His fingers fucked her hard once again, filling her and lightly brushing against her g-spot with every stroke. Her walls squeezed around them, her legs spreading wider as she panted, trying hard not to start howling. "I want you inside of me, I want that cock to fuck me hard," she moaned, nearly desperate. Hell, if this kept up, if he had forced her to keep begging him and telling him what she wanted, she would have cum from that alone.

"Callie? Where are you?" Ellen called, stepping into the house.

"FUCK!" she shouted, dropping down behind the counter. She noticed that the disembodied parts had disappeared as well, thankfully, since a floating cock in her kitchen would be harder to explain.

"Are you okay?" Ellen asked, sounding concerned... and stepping closer.

"Yes!! Yes, I'm fine, just... stay out there for a second."

"Why? Did something happen?"

No, thanks to 'wonderful' timing... "I, uh..." Deciding there really was no way around it, she blurted, "I'm naked."

"... naked."

"Yeah... naked." She leaned over, snagging her bottoms and tying them on. She was also now very horny, but she couldn't exactly tell Ellen that. Hearing absolute silence, she added, "Greg's still here."

"... oh. Should I--"

"Nope!" Callie chirped, standing mostly straight up, her top in hand and being tied across her body. Spotting the messages still written in the salt, she discreetly blew on them, erasing most of it. Her top mostly in place, and slightly grumpy, she gathered the collected bottles and stepped closer to Ellen. "Let's go back outside," she suggested, leading the way.

Ellen looked around, squinting as if trying to find the ghost in question. Seeing nothing, she shrugged and followed Callie outside.

 

[Gabe619]

He watched the two girls leave, trying hard not to laugh out loud as Callie quickly tried to cover up her obvious emotional high, and her nakedness. He did smile that Ellen seemed to accept the 'Greg's still here' excuse Callie had given her without question. That was interesting to say the least. Had all three girls now got him pegged as a sex maniac ghost, lol, and if so ... well, should he disappoint them?

Greg stood at the window and watched them outside, frustrated he couldn't leave the house, and equally as frustrated as Callie had been that their session had been interrupted so soon. But, he considered, they had to come back in at some time right? And when they did, if he sensed they were ok with their little game, then who knew what might happen. Callie certainly seemed up for just about anything, she was after all pleading to be fucked just before Ellen arrived. He wondered if the young girl had heard her best friends shouts of encouragement? What would Ellen have made of that he wondered with a smirk.

Sighing he turned and floated back across the lounge to the ouji board, looking down at it, the candle now unlit, it looked almost forlorn. With a nod at the candle he lit it with the power of his mind, or that's how he thought about it. The flame calmed him. He glanced again at the small jar on the shelf, well, he supposed he was here in spirit and in body, what remained of it at least.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

"Okay, so let me get this straight... and I'll go slow, to make sure I got it all. The thing that took of my shirt earlier, and somehow held me still while doing it, is in the house. Still."

"Yep..."

"And you know this... because it took off your swimsuit, and started getting you all hot and bothered. Am I still good?"

"Yeah, you're still following."

"So, explain to me how disembodied hands, mouth, and cock come into all of this. If he's a ghost, and I'm not saying he is, mind you... but if this is a ghost, shouldn't it be a ghost? Last I checked, Casper never really had a big schlong for all the better to screw us with, my dear."

Ellen stepped away from the door, tuning out the hushed conversation between Callie and Nikita. While it made sense for the two of them to not want to scare Ellen too much, she was still a big girl. While hearing Callie's real side of the story eventually spill out over pizza and RumChata shots (which were very yummy, she was surprised to find) did freak her out a bit, there was also a part of her that started growing... curious. Was there really a ghost in the house that just wanted to have sex with them? If so, then where was a harm in that, really? It wasn't like this ghost could make them pregnant or anything.

And listen to her, now trying to rationalize having sex with a ghost, of all things! She must have had one too many drinks... The girls had decided against sleeping outside, ghost or not, and had managed to make their way inside and into their bedrooms. Ellen's bag set at the foot of her bed, and she slowly fished her nightgown out of it. Shaking her head at herself, she stripped out of her swimsuit and stretched it out on a towel to dry off. She slid her naked form into the silky-soft gown, before climbing onto the bed and flopping onto her stomach, not bothering with the covers just yet. She gazed at the curtain covered window, blinking softly as she heard Nikita's and Callie's voices quiet down... and just waited for sleep to take her...

 

[Gabe619]

As the girls had slowly reentered the house, Greg had decided to behave, for now. He really didn't want to scare or freak them out and had only gone so far with Callie because, well, because he got a vibe that she wouldn't mind, and boy had he been right about that. Nikita was an unknown to him at the moment. She still seemed to be grasping onto the idea it was all some trick by some 3rd party, even after Callie had told her all about her experience in the kitchen. Ellen, now her Greg did understand. Slightly shy, unsure around the other two more confidant beauties, and yet having a beauty all her own. Her more conservative swim suit and attitude made her stand out from Calle and Nikita, and yet, when he watched them all together, he couldn't think of anywhere else Ellen would seem to fit other than with her two friends. They made a complete unit, totally compatible.

As the girls split off, Callie and Nikita talking softly together about Callie's experience, Ellen listening in without them knowing and then heading to her bedroom, Greg decided to go with the lonely girl. He followed closely as she entered her room, closed the door, stripped out of her swim suit and slid on a lovely soft looking pink nightgown that looked wonderful on her. Mind you, he considered, she had looked wonderful standing there naked a moment ago. Lovely curves, not to thin, just right. As Ellen lay down on her bed on her stomach, the room, the entire house seemed to grow quiet, almost as if waiting for something to happen. He watched the girl, she seemed to be half asleep and half awake, dozing.

The bedroom was beautiful decorated as was the entire house, a lot of money had gone into this place. Dotted around this particular room were large thick candles in ornate holders. As Ellan dozed, Greg reached out and lit them, one by one, waited until they were all fully alight, then turned off the electric lighting in the room, leaving only the soft warm glow of candles to illuminate the bed and the young girl upon it. She looked so sexy just lieing there in the candlelight. He gave her a few more minutes to doze, maybe sinking into sleep a little further, and then he sat next to her on the bed.

Not having any weight he didn't indent the mattress so she had no idea he was there. he reached out and slowly stroked her short brown hair before carressing the soft skin of her neck and back. His fingers travelled lightly down her spine till they rest on her tight little butt, once again caressing softly. With this girl he wasn't going to be bold and brash, she was more fragile than Callie or Nikita, no, for Ellen, this had to be special. He leaned down and began to gently kiss her neck and what bare skin was revealed by her nightgown. His hands travelled forther down, to her thighs. The nightgown was quite long so he stopped kissing her and moved himself down her legs, slowly pushing them apart and pulling the gown slowly up her legs.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Ellen had grown comfortable instantly, the fluffy, soft bed encouraging sleep to wrap around her like a full blanket. In her half-sleep state, she didn't notice the candles had lit right away, but was thankful when the electric lights turned off, her eyelids flickering as she adjusted to the new level of lighting. It suggested more comfort for her, a way to see without disturbing anyone else nearby, while setting a nice mood in the room... she shifted slightly, sinking a little further down into sleep and staying there. Whoever had lit the candles for her probably wanted to say something to her... she should probably pay attention for that...

There! The fingers in her hair, that meant someone was indeed with her. And yet they were soothing, encouraging her already sated body into relaxing further. They gently moved down to her neck and back... maybe they'd keep doing that cycle, slowly petting her head and body until she slept? She felt the fingers continue further south, almost lazily reaching her ass, as it they had all the time in the world to do this.

Ellen supposed she should be paying attention, now... especially when she felt lips caress her neck, trail down her spine, spread out to her shoulder blades, as the fingers continued trailing all around her ass. Nothing was demanding, it all was slow and easy, as if making an effort to make this special for her. If that was the case, who exactly was in here with her, putting some kind of romantically sexual moves on her?

The lips stopped kissing her, which made her feel sad. Was this person going to leave? She didn't want that, wasn't underreacting at all... she just had a bit of a struggle shaking off sleep right now, especially with the wonderfully soft treatment. Thankfully, the slow rise back to waking began as she felt her legs being spread, the hem of her nightgown reaching her knees, continuing up her thighs... "... mmm?" Ellen quietly moaned, her brows furrowing gently as she struggled to wake, to understand what was happening to her.

 

[Gabe619]

Gently, still unsure of what powers he had at his disposal being a ghost, Greg reached out with his mind and carefully lifted the young girl a few inches off the bed, as if she was floating on air which she was to all intents and purposes. He continued to slip the nightgown up her legs and over her thighs revealing her naked lower body to him, then he settle the girl back down on the soft warm bed covers. With a small smile he stroked her skin, starting at her lower calves on both legs, and slowly moving higher, caresssing, almost a soft massage, but as he went higher on her legs he pushed them gently open until her beautiful young pussy came into view. And also her lovely pert, firm, and tight ass he thought licking his ghostly lips with sudden lust, but he reined it in, tonight was all about Ellen, he wanted this to be special. He had no idea what experience she had with sex, but compared to the other two he suspected not as much, so this was his 'hello' to her. Callie had had hers, Nikita would get hers to at some point, but this, right now, was all Ellen.

He began to kiss where his fingers had been, licking occasionally, nibbling to as his fingertips finally reached the juncture of Ellen thighs and touched her pussy lips, teasing softly before delving beneath them to find the girls clit, running a fingertip across it before slipping back and circling the nubb of soft flesh. His lips continued their journey upward, relishing in her scent and the softness and taste of her skin. As they neared her pussy, his hands slipped up to cup her ass cheeks caressing them harder now, pulling them open a little, one finger slowly slipping between them into the dark warm crevase to find her private opening and softly stroke it even as his lips ended their journey and his ghostly tongue flicked out to lick across her lips and clit in one long slow, wet lap.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

The slow slide of her nightgown continued upward, paired with the slightly scary sensation of suddenly floating. Her body rose, leaving only her arms on the bed and head limp as it happened. Exposed from her waist down, she was then laid gently on the bed once again. Ellen internally struggled, trying to figure out who exactly was doing this and how. Surely she would have felt some sort of rigging after being lifted?

Despite her confusion, she felt her legs relaxing under the soft touch, even as it went higher and spread her thighs apart, revealing her sex. The sensation of a mouth kissing its way up her legs made her gasp aloud, her fingers clenching on the pillow. The slow, gentle seduction, paired with images of Callie's story opened her up to the idea in a way she didn't expect or comprehend, until now. Something in her gut knew it was Greg doing these things. Looking back to confirm it was a terrifying thought. Would she see only limbs on a ghostly body as well?

Ellen's experience, or complete lack thereof, made itself known as he finally touched her in between her legs. No man had made it past the waistband of her jeans, even with promises of keeping their hands outside of them. And since she could never visualize the pleasure to touching herself, even if she didn't have to worry about her brothers bursting into her room at all hours of the day, that made this touch her first ever. Her body jerked as her eyes flew open, a gasp and shocked little moan following. He was circling a certain spot on her body... and it was starting to feel warm, tingly... and good, surprisingly! Her hips shifted experimentally, thighs spreading a bit wider to welcome more of this new touch.

The slide of a tongue against her inner thighs, slowly inching up to her core, made her starting moaning again, hints of an unasked question behind the tone. His hands slid up to her ass, massaging and playing with the two firm cheeks, and Ellen's gripped the pillow tighter, unsure what kind of reaction to have. Finally, a slick and flexible touch landed where his fingers had been, and her body gave a hell of a jolt as she started panting. The touch of a finger right at her ass sent a WAYTOOFAST sense of fear through her, and she reacted right away.

Her body scrambled up, away from the touch and closer to the headboard as she whimpered, wide eyes taking in the lit candles and her bunched up nightgown, before she stilled, searching for a sign of him. Did he have the romantic atmosphere set up just to lull her into a false sense of security? Was he going to force her? Was she doing something wrong or overreacting, and just didn't realize it? The skittish virgin simply sat and waited as her thoughts ran rampant in her mind, trembling in fear and the beginning of her arousal.

 

[Gabe619]

The girl darting away from him left Greg a little bewildered, but then he considered maybe his suspicion of lack of experience had been an over statement, maybe she had no experience, in which case he had moved way to fast with the anal massage. He sighed in frustration at himself and watched the now scared girl curled up at the head of the bed. He had wanted this to be fun and amazing for her, and he had ruined it, but how could he let her know he was sorry, that he wouldn't do that again?

Opposite the bed on the wall was a huge mirror over a dresser. Ellen would be looking right at it he considered as a plan occured. He float to the mirror and then waved a hand, heating the temperature of the mirror surface till it steamed up, then he began to write in letters big enough for her to see even from where she was on the bed.

"I'M SORRY." He wrote. "GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE?"

He backed from the mirror and waited. if she was still to worried he would leave her be, but if not he would try to make sure she only got what she was ready for, and enjoyed it all. She had been enjoying it until he had screwed it up and moved to fast, of that he was sure. He moved over to the bed, laying down next to her, watching and waiting for her decision.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

As nothing else happened directly to her, Ellen began to relax marginally, her shivers easing as she breathed normally. As she was staring straight ahead at her reflection already, the mirror fogging up drew her immediate attention. She shifted onto her knees, watching as the message is spelled out on the mirror. It was quietly read, as she didn't want to wake and alert anyone to the happenings in her room. "I can forgive you," she murmured aloud.

He had set it up nice for her, and treated her so carefully and tenderly, and here she was freaking out because he did one thing wrong. But then again... "I think you can pretty much guess... I've never done this before... so..."

Playing with the hem of her gown, she contemplated her options. How wrong would it be to have an intimate moment with a ghost, after turning all sorts of real, flesh and blood boys aside because she got a weird feeling in her gut? Would that technically make her a hypocrite, or not? And what would be the harm of doing it now, have a virtual free pass to get the experience out of the way and be completely worry free afterwards? It'd help her open the door to a whole new world, so to speak, and since she found what he had done prior to her freakout not that bad... but actually pretty nice....

"Okay," she whispered, agreeing to his plea. "Just... take it slow... please."

 

[Gabe619]

With almost a fatherly smile on his face, Greg raised himself from the bed, took a hold of the bottom of her nightgown and slowly lifted it up and off her head, giving her plenty of time to grab it if she began to second guess her decision. Once free he floated it to a nearby chair and laid it smartly over the back so she could put it back on later if she chose. Then turning to her where she say upright in the middle of the bed, he moved behind her and began to slowly massage her neck and shoulders. His wife had said he was an expert at this, and when she had come in from a hard day at work he had always spent time relaxing her this way.

After a few minutes of that though he let his lips begin to caress and kiss the nape of her neck and across her shoulder blades as his fingertips traced down her side to her waist and back up in long lazy strokes before slowly slipping around her to cup her breasts and gently find and roll her nipples between his fingers. He wondered if he should try to manifest for her completely, let her see him, would that make it easier or harder for her. Right now he was an unknown, a ghost, she couldn't see or influence him so it made it easy to just let go. Seeing a man doing these things to her, or at least the image of a man she might start getting nervous and lock up. No, invisible, ghost like, that's how he would remain.

He slowly kissed his way around her body, realising this was so much easier with no physical body of his own to worry about bending and such. he could float above her, alongside her, next to her without putting any physical pressure on Ellen's own body. Finally his lips were caressing her collar bone and he let them trail up her neck in butterfly kissed, nibbled her right ear before slowly moving to her soft lips and kissing her gently, his hands caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples all the time.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Her nightgown being taken off slowly warmed her when she realized his intentions: he was still giving her a choice to say no. That made Ellen feel more secure of the situation, and she instead lifted her arms over her head, allowing it to be removed. She watched as it was floated off to the side, draped over a chair so it could be retrieved. A hint of a smile graced her features, doing her best to subtly cover her nudity as she knelt on the bed. The feel of hands on her shoulders, massaging her evenly, made her relax even more. "Mmm, that's nice," she whispered to him, her head falling forward as she offered herself up for more.

As his lips added to the sensation, she gasped as the nerves under her skin felt tingly, shifting into his touch. Her body slowly arched as his hands framed her, slid across her skin, cupping her now exposed breasts. "Ohhhh," Ellen quietly sighed, head falling forward to watch her breasts being played with. He was a master of the act, soon making the nipples stand proudly at attention, sensitive from the stimulation. Wherever his lips went, she offered the skin up for more of his gentle kisses, blushing as he closed them around her mouth.

This, she was more familiar with, was growing to love making out, so despite her looking like she was kissing air, she leaned in closer, sliding her lips over his own with a soft moan. He complied with her, continuing to tease her breasts and nipples, and adding a ghostly tongue to the kiss. It slid just along the seam of her lower lip, making her gasp and granting him entrance, sliding inside her own mouth for a couple of passes before ending the kiss, pulling back and slowing down, possibly to gauge her reaction.

"Oh..." she whispered again, sorting out her new feelings. "Can you... do that again?" Ellen asked, a faint blush still on her cheeks.

 

[Gabe619]

Never one to deny a lady her wish, Greg lent in again and let his lips find those of Ellen's, still keeping it soft, gentle, his tongue sliding slowly into her open mouth, exploring, then, still slow, he began to increase the passion of the kiss. His arms, strong in life and equally if not more strong in death, slipped around the young girls body, pulling her up against his ghostly form as his eyes closed and he allowed himself to sink into the wonder of making out with this innocent, virgin teen. His hands, first at the top of Ellen's back to hold her to his lips, began to explore, stroking, caressing the soft skin of her back, down to the top of her butt, then sliding slowly over the tight firm cheeks. He made sure not to go anywhere close to the warm crack between them, simply massaging the firm flesh and pulling on her to keep her against him. Then he slowly brought the kiss to a stop again and let the girl go, moving away slightly. If he had been alive he would have been trying to get his breath back, but in this case he simply wanted to admire her exquisite naked form.

He waited a moment, giving her time to wonder where he had gone, before once again floating in. His hands gently cupped her head, one on each side of her face, lifting it gently for another soft kiss before he began his journey south. He kissed and nipped his way down her neck, down over her collar bone, and down to the gentle slope of her left breast. He allowed his tongue to explore softly, floating over her firm flesh here before circling the hard nipple, then he sucked it into his eager mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh even as he sucked softly then brought his teeth down to bite gently. His exploration of that breast complete, he moved slowly across her chest, kissing all the way, and did the exact same thing to her right nipple before slowly pushing her back on the bed. He floated above her, a smile on his face, as once again he paused. He looked down her beautiful young body, admiring its youth and vitality and just how damn sexy this young inexperienced girl was. Then he lifted her legs and pushed them softly apart so her knees were up close to her chest. That done he kissed between her breasts and began to move south again kissing down over her taut belly, back to where he had gotten such wonderful responses from her not to long ago.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Ellen moaned softly into the renewed kiss, her soft moans sounding louder with no solid mouth to muffle them. She would have to keep quiet if she wanted this to continue without alerting anyone else of her activities. But he felt so good, gently bringing her up to an aroused state that she was sure to reach had they not been interrupted. The feel of his hands and arms supporting her, protective yet cradling, even as his hands slid down to cup her ass, made her feel safe and desired.

She did use the break to catch her breath and orient herself, taking her aroused nipples and warming core into account. Her legs opened, she dared to bring a hand closer to her mound... only to have the fingers draw quickly back, blushing as she remembered she wasn't alone. "Greg?" Ellen whispered, wondering where he was.

The teen got her answer soon enough, feeling him cup her face and kiss her before traveling down her body, lips closing around a tender bud and continuing what his fingers started. Ellen gasped aloud, mouth slack and her fists clenching onto the covers, unsure of where to put them while lost in the great feeling. Her breaths heaved in her chest by the time he had kissed her enough on them, eyes hooded and slightly glazed over. Kissing, licking, even nibbling sensations sunk into her nerves, each move being met with approval and an increased reaction in between her legs.

As she was pushed back, she lay there and squirmed in arousal, hands lax by her head and thighs rubbing together. "Greg..." she whispered, in need and awe of how he was making her body feel. She must have looked ridiculous, her inability to keep still for him now probably making her look even more inexperienced. He took care of that soon enough, pushing her legs up to her chest and holding them there, opening and pinning her to his gaze and whim. It was soon taken advantage of, the returning touch of his tongue making her squeak as her hips writhed. It touched that one spot that made her feel warm before, and it was more than doing the job now, a fiery blaze under her skin. "Greg... Greg... ohhh, Greg," she whispered, remembering at the last second to keep quiet. But how could she, when she was now learning what it was she was missing!

 

[Gabe619]

Her moans and whispered words of approval only spurred his efforts onward. She might be a virgin, he considered, and yet she might also have played around with guys before, but knowing young guys Ellen's age hardly any of them paid proper attention to their girls needs or pleasure. Oh, he was sure some would, the smarter jocks, or guys who didn't get asked out by beautiful girls often and who had to find out what made girls tick so they got asked again, but the majority? Greg remembered his schooldays, his mistakes in this department, he had learned fast and he was damn sure that this young, wonderful girl moaning on the bed before him was going to remember tonight for the rest of her life. Mind you, he considered quickly, how many girls could say they had been made love to by a ghost anyway. It would be something that would always be in her memories.

He let his tongue slip over her clit, flicking it, before sliding down to the folds of her pussy and lapping there for a moment, loving how Ellen tasted, then he moved in the his tongue penetrated her pussy, slipping inside and licking, before slipping back out to her clit and doing the whole thing over, again, and again. His hands holding her legs apart and up out of his way began to stroke the skin of her calves, her thighs. Pulling his tongue back for a moment Greg kissed Ellen's clit, then sealed his lips around it and suck hard, his tongue working fast to lick and flick the now prominent piece of flesh in his mouth.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Ellen's hips worked as best as they could, while being pinned down by Greg. She couldn't help herself at this moment, reacting strongly to everything that was happening to her, while forcing herself to keep quiet over it. It turned her own even more, this becoming her own little secret! It most likely wouldn't stay a secret for long, being in a house with both Callie and Nikita. Either one of them was bound to notice something sooner or later.

His tongue did well to distract her from those thoughts, tasting every single inch of her, even daring to slip inside. She gasped and her legs tightened each time, getting continually used to someone inside of her for the first time. When his focus shifted to her clit, she gasped as all logical thought was robbed of her, changing to thoughts of spreading her thighs wider and welcoming more attention. Her noises grew more and more audible, before being muffled by her tightly squeezing hand over her mouth. She panted a whine, before crying out as her first orgasm suddenly sideswiped her, low moans breaking from her throat.

She collapsed back onto the bed, panting hard and filled with warmth and wonder... "No wonder Cal and Niki talk about sex all the time..." she breathed, still high off the pleasure she received.

 

[Gabe619]

Happy he had brought her such pleasure, Greg floated above her now not sure what to do. He could eat her out again, and again and again, she tasted incredible, but he wondered if she wanted to go further. He also wondered whether a ghost was the right person to take a young girls virginity. His excitement was obvious to him, he could feel his ghostly cock was so hard it would break glass, if it were real. Should he teach her how to pleasure a man. As he watched her a well of sadness opened in him, he would never again lay with a beautiful woman in bed, never have a life with one, never be a partner for one. What the girls had summoned him for hadn't been for sex, but that's what they were getting, and so far he had delivered what they seemed to enjoy and he was happy with that. Wandering back to the mirror he once again made it mist up.

"WAS IT GOOD FOR YOU, ELLEN?" He spelt out on the mirror. "DO YOU WANT MORE?"

He wasn't sure if the girl would understand the hidden request in the 'more' part of that, she was so innocent. But maybe she would, and even if she didn't he had no doubts he would soon be satisfying the other two girls with his cock and Ellen? Ellen could go on with her life and find a real man to take her cherry if she thought the no strings ghost sex had reached its realistic end for her. He sighed and hoped it hadn't. He knew he could make her feel so good, show her what real sex was all about, that it was nothing to be scared of, to take her virginity and make this, her first time, even more special.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Thankfully, he had let Ellen come down from her incredible high, her nude body relaxing on the bed by light of flickering candles. She was still reeling from how he made her body feel, which was nothing short of amazing! And yet, she knew that wasn't true sex. Maybe he was waiting for her to recover before continuing? Would she be able to touch him now? Or was that not how it worked? "Greg?" she softly murmured, sitting up and looking around, before spotting his message in the mirror.

"More..." she whispered. "More... as in, sex? Or more of what you were doing?" The thought came up to actually see him before he started putting any further advances on her, but that seemed a bit too frightening for her. What if it was like something out of the Sixth Sense, and he would show up looking like how he died, no matter how gruesome it was? She wouldn't be able to handle that! Scolding herself and her overactive imagination, but still wanting to know what she was getting into, she asked, "Is it possible... for me to touch you?"

 

[Gabe619]

It was a reasonable question he supposed, he had been touching her hadn't he. Greg floated forward till he knelt on the bed before the girl. He looked down at himself. He could see his body just fine in all its detail, and he knew from his experience with Callie that he could manifest parts of his body into solid. Now he wondered if he could remain invisible, and yet become solid to Ellen's touch, like the preverbial invisible man he supposed. he closed his eyes and concerntrated, trying to channel the powers he knew he had where he wanted them, then he reached out and cupped the side of Ellen's face, his thumb caressing the smoothness of her skin before his fingers slipped up and back to stroke her short brown hair. He reached out with his other hand, gently took her hand and guided it up to his face. He felt the contact and smiled. He could be touched, and she felt so warm. He had no idea how his ghostly form would feel under her fingers, but he hoped it wasn't to bad for her. Callie hadn't seemed to be put off by his touch.

Leaning forward he kissed the girl again, softly, but then the hand stroking her hair slipped to the back of her neck and held her head still as the kiss deepened with passion. He took Ellen's hand which had been touching his face and guided it down slowy to his bare chest and left it there. He wondered if she could feel a heartbeat. Doubtful, he was dead after all and he chuckled to himself. If the girl wanted to explore him further he would let her take her time. This was all new to her, probably the first naked male form she had ever been with. He found himself oddly excited to be her test subject if she so wished.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Ellen didn't know what to expect after she asked the question she did. Like it or not, however, she was going to get her answer. Her face leaned into the caress, eyes softly closing and head arching back as his fingers trailed through her hair. She felt Greg grasping her hand and raising it, turning it... She felt her hand cup the side of a face, and gasped with surprise as she felt a smile form under her palm. Her eyes opened, focusing on her hand with unrestrained wonder. "If that's where your mouth is..." she mused, her eyes moving up to where she guessed his eyes would be. "Then there you are." Further conversation was discouraged as he kissed her again, hand cupping the back of her neck to deepen the kiss as he encouraged her to explore his body; Ellen paused, her hand on his chest, before she followed through.

It slowly slid up his skin, not radiating warmth, not icy to the touch... he was firm. With a squeeze of her fingers on his shoulder, she found him also pliant. As her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pressing her body tight against him and feeling his arms encircling her waist, she reaffirmed he was responsive... and hard. His length rested against her thigh, making her aware of his arousal but not pressing anything further, simply letting her know the kind of effect this had on him. She broke the kiss first, but kept her face close as she traced his jaw and lips, the start of her fingers' journey.

They swept down his neck, spread out over his shoulders and down his strong, sure arms, now loosening his hold on her. They trailed back up, before slowly spreading out over his chest, feeling nipples rubbing against her palms. She pushed the back up over his shoulders and down his back, her breasts pressing up against him as she explored there. It was a heady feeling, having a man who was clearly aroused by her simply relax and let her touch him as her will. This feeling carried her hands back to his front, but wasn't strong enough to take her down past his stomach. Ellen blushed, her hands sliding down his waist and hips, repeating a slow caress there as she worked up enough nerve to carry her all the way.

She sat back onto her bed, still touching him with her hands, but now setting a feather-light, slow journey to where he was hard for her. The lower half of his stomach, shying away just before it smoothed out to his hardness. The hollow of his hips, where it met firm legs. The sensitive inside of his thighs, sliding d-o-w-n... and b-a-c-k... u-p... Her fingers brushed against an unexpected bit of flesh, making her flinch and pause, before she explored it further, adding more fingers to caress the strange bumps, leading her to cup it gently. Head tilted in thought, she slid her hand back, and found herself cupping the underside of her cock. "Oh," she breathed, her eyes widening. Her fingers encircled the firm base, before dragging up to the tip-- and showing her how close it was to her face. She was breathing on him for a good while now, and didn't realize it!

With another blush, she tilted her face down, her hand sliding back to his base while taking in just how big he was. "And this is going where, exactly?" Ellen joked, voice soft and breathy with nerves.