Casper, The Very Friendly Ghost

[Gabe619]

It was possibly the most erotic experience of Greg's life he decided. To just be there for this girl to explore her first male form, to not move, not respond to her touches even though his ever male instinct was screaming at him to take her, he stayed quiet and still. Her fingers got the occasional moan of pleasure from him, but he doubted she could hear him. He would have to work on some form of communication that didn't rely on spilt salt and misty mirrors he decided with a smile. When she had taken his hard cock in her soft hand he had almost cum right there. her hesitant light touch after the minutes of quiet exploring had him primed and ready to go off like a firecracker. And then she asked where his cock was going to go??

Her breath fanned the head of his cock and all he could think of was that he needed those soft lips he had kissed to kiss and suck his dick. He wanted to force his cock down her innocent virgin throat, but once again he didn't, with all his will power he resisted, but what to do now? She obviously didn't know and although Greg did, how did he tell her. He decided that if she was going to learn she had to experiment and she had to start somewhere. He gently placed his hand on her head, stroking her soft short hair again, before slowly applying pressure and guiding her lips down toward his cock head. He had no idea what she would do, she had to know about blow jobs surely, she couldn't be that innocent? He hoped not because if she was he honestly didn't know how to proceed short of forcing her mouth open and sliding his shaft inside her warm, wet mouth.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

She continued her slow stroking of his cock, entranced with the feel of silk covered strength under her hand. The hesitancy was gone now, to be replaced with curiosity. It was so... strange what she was doing, her hand on a ghost's cock as she slowly jerked him off. And yet, she was finding it as pleasurable as she had imagined being with a man would be! This made her feel emboldened, ready to try more. Ellen gasped as a gush of wetness started flowing onto her thighs... Seems like I'm more than ready, she thought to herself.

Hands softly stroking her hair made her smile. "You like this?" she whispered, starting to smile. It turned into a gasp as she felt a pressure on the back of her head, jerking in surprise as she felt the tip of his cock against her lips. They both froze, Ellen staying in her current position with a hard length poised to sink into her mouth. This, she heard of from Callie, and was said to be very pleasurable for both parties if done right. Since she couldn't see how it was supposed to be good for her as well, she never thought about it again. But here was another chance for her to explore, for her to learn, and again, what a better teacher to have?

Having tortured him with her breathing long enough, she closed her lips over the tip, lips pursed like it was one of Greg's deep kisses. A gentle lip-smacking filled the room as she released him, only to go back for another, and another. The first touch of her wet tongue made her gasp in shock. She tasted... something... on him... it was indefinable, this taste, but she needed to try again. Perhaps it would help her discern what was on her tongue? Another wet flick, followed by another, longer taste, and she heard it: a faint moan from somewhere above her. Her exploration paused briefly, before continuing, determined that if it was him, she would have to hear it again to be sure.

Her lips pursed in a kiss once again, only to find that she had more of his cock in her mouth. It was like a solid form in her mouth, akin to a large popsicle! Her head bobbed half an inch on him, and she heard it again. It sounded far away, almost breathy, but the need behind it couldn't be mistaken. Ellen moaned in reply, mimicking the length of his, while one of her hands went up to where his were softly petting her hair. She grasped it, rubbed her thumb across the knuckles, and squeezed before letting go, her way of saying she heard him. Using her mouth as reference, she brought her hand back to his cock, and continued stroking slowly, lapping and sucking on his cock all the while.

 

[Gabe619]

Greg moaned from deep in his throat, and Ellen's hand on his made him smile. She heard him? That was progress indeed. He looked down and watched her pleasuring his cock, experimenting and seemingly having fun with it. It pleased him that she was, that she seemed to having as much pleasure making him feel good as he had just now making her first orgasm the best he could. He continued stroking her hair, caressing her neck, never pushing on her, resisting the urge to force himself into her mouth. She was doing so good for her first time, much better than he had thought she would. Actually her inexperience was a bigger turn on than if she had been a BJ expert. her hesitant licks, sucks, strokes only made him hornier.

He reached under her body, finding a nipple from her hanging breast and softly rolled it in his fingers, then pinched it harder, then he brought both hands down and started fondling both her breasts at the same time, making sure he didn't get in the way of her oral ministration. He wanted to tell her how good it felt, wanted to say the words out loud and for her to hear them. He knew she heard his moans and so knew he liked her experimenting, but to let her know exactly how good she was making him feel, it hurt his heart that he couldn't yet figure out a way to do so.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

She moaned as she felt hands on her nipples, pinching and teasing her to a higher level of arousal. She swallowed more of the cock into her mouth, sucking it firmly with each bob, more and more of the precum being swallowed. She had no idea of knowing this, but it was starting to subtly change her, adapt her to this new world she was exploring. All she could think of was how erotic this whole situation was.

She started moaning and panting again, her hips shifting on the bed as she adjusted her legs. She knelt before him, not taking her hand off his cock as she kept sucking on it. Once her legs were in place, she started to grind her hips in a rhythm, moaning low in her throat as the action felt so good, made her feel so achy in between her legs. Her hand drifted down her body, searching for where Greg sucked on her before with tentative fingers. The first brush made her buck her hips hard, moaning louder around his cock. She just had to pull him out then, tell him how good she was feeling, but all she could say was his name, chanting it as she fingered herself and arched her breasts into his hands, holding onto his hard cock.

 

[Gabe619]

She was ready, as ready as she was going to be anyway for her first time, Greg decided through a haze of lust. He looked down at the young virgin, grinding her hips into her own hand, one hand firmly on his cock, moaning his name. Was it better for a ghost to take a young girls virginity? Well, when the alternative was probably either some jock who wouldn't care for Ellen, or some nerd who would fumble his way through things and cum two seconds after entering her, then the answer was yes. He already had begun to feel protective toward the three girls in this house, almost fatherly ... well, if fatherly love was shown by him wanting to fuck his three teen daughters that is. But he would take care of them, look after them and try to give them anything they wanted, how many other men would say that about girls they slept with.

Decision made, Greg took Ellen's shoulders and slowly pushed back so she had no chose but to lay back on the bed. She had to let go of his cock in doing so, but he didn't mind, he was about to feel something far more amazing, and, he hoped, so was she. He lay half on her, half off so as not to put pressure on her body, but made sure his body lay between her spread legs. He kissed her softly, then with more passion as his rigid cock shaft pressed into her clit and wet pussy. God she was wet, he could feel it on his skin. Even as a ghost it seemed with enough concerntration and force of will he could, for a limited time, almost be human again. His head rested on her shoulder now, his lips whispering her name passionately as he took one of her hands in his, guided it down to his cock, and then, still holding her hand in his, guided her to place his cock tip at the soft velvet lips of her pussy, then he removed his hand and left the final choice up to her. She could either push him away, or, pull him in.

All through this evening he had been giving her options, trying to make this as stress free as possible for her. Giving her outs at every turn, but at every turn she had not disappointed him. Yes, she had been nervous, scared even, but she had bravely pushed through that and found pleasure she hadn't known before, he was sure of that at least by her reactions tonight. This would truly be a night to remember, for them both, whatever happened in the next few seconds.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Ellen let herself be pushed back onto the pillows of her bed, the action making her hand movements falter on her clit. She moaned at the feeling of loss, and her attempt to try again was interrupted by a solid form in between her spread legs. Back arching at the sheer eroticism of such a feel, she panted and whimpered into the kiss, feeling her own reaction grow with his. His cock was against her lips, touching her clit with it. A whine started low in her throat, the ache of something unknown feeding fire into her body.

Still, Greg proved his gentle nature by guiding her hand to his cock, making the decision hers. She moaned, the sound very needy as her fingers closed over him. Ellen found herself licking her dry lips, a light sweat covering her skin as her arousal reached a peak it could only find by itself. Now was the time to be paired intimately. "Greg," she whispered, lifting her hips up while tugging him forward. His tip rested on her, and she could feel herself starting to give for his hardness. She whimpered, and though she already knew he would, also gasped, "Slow, please, go slow..."

A low groan, sounding suspiciously like her name, slid into her ear, as he slid into her in turn. It was one thing to feel him in her hand, and another to have him inside of her. But, like she asked, he went slow for her. She could feel herself squeezing around him, as he fought for every inch inside of her. There was a dull ache inside of her hips, her untried tunnel being filled so well for her first time. As she felt him rock against a barrier, she nearly had a moment of confusion. He was all the way inside of her? How the hell was that possible? He couldn't have gotten past--

Her virginity.

He must have felt Ellen tense up, because arms fit around her, holding her close and stroking her soft skin, easing her fears away. Gentle kisses were added to the mix, on her neck, shoulders, jaw and cheeks, before finally covering her mouth. Like the others, it started soft and sweet, before it deepened in passion, their tongues mingling together--

A sharp thrust broke past her barrier, filling her to the hilt. A surprised, pained cry was swallowed by his lips, before she was released to sob softly. His arms still held and soothed her, brushing her tears away with a gentle thumb as she grew calm once again. Suddenly feeling awkward with the intimacy and how close up her reaction was to him, she eventually murmured, "Umm... hi..." Hands smoothed over his shoulders, not daring to go further and retreating back to his neck, lacing her fingers behind it. Aside from the lewd opening of her legs, she felt this oddly reminiscent of cuddling with the few guys she had gone this far with. Was sex the same way? Where did the extreme pleasure come in, if this was the case?

 

[Gabe619]

He held her close, trying to stroke away the pain of losing her virginity. He could only do so much to make it painless and he had done as she asked and gone slow. She had been so wet though, it had felt so easy, easier than he had thought it would. His cock had come up against the thin barrier of her hyman and then, his eyes fixed on hers, he had pushed hard and broken through. Now he lay between her legs, supporting himself off her chest while holding her shoudlers softly, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips before slowly pulling back, his cock sliding effortlessly back out till just the head remained, then equally as slowly he pushed it back in, once again till he felt that he was entirely inside her, giving her all of his long, thick shaft. This he kept doing till he thought she had had time to get accustomed to how it felt to be fucked, and then he began to pick up the pace. His hips began to pump faster, but it was still a gradual increase in speed, he wasn't going to hurt Ellen for anything.

She felt so tight, and yet so slick, her juices, and he hoped to god there wasn't to much blood in that, helping his efforts. As he slipped into the fucking motion, hips thrusting, he let his head slip down till he could find a nipple and began to suck and lick it, biting gently even as one of his hands came up to cup and caress the other breast. Talk about multi-tasking he grinned to himself. He was in a world of pleasure, but still first and foremost in his head was Ellen, that his enjoyment came second to hers.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Ellen gasped as she felt Greg's thick cock start to slide out of her, nearly going back out before filling her once again. It still hurt a bit, but not as much as the first time, now that she was slowly getting used to the feel of something inside of her. With long, smooth strokes that lasted forever, she slowly grew to enjoy him thrusting inside of her.

Moving her hips in an equal rhythm, she gasped as a hot flush of arousal started building from her core once again. The feel of his lips and hand on her breasts made her back squirm as she moaned, toes starting to curl in delight. Everything he was doing to her felt so good, was making the heat build more and more inside of her. Soon enough, her hips started moving faster by themselves. A ball of feeling was growing stronger in her, shooting through her nerves and making her shake with the force. "Greg... oh, Greg, please! I, I need," she whimpered, her orgasm starting to take her over.

 

[Gabe619]

The girls orgasm had taken Greg a little by surprise, although later he considered it really shouldn't of. This was her first time, of course she was going to reach orgasm faster, but still he had been fucking her for a while, enjoying ever second of it, but the sudden pressure as her pussy clamped down on his already pleasured cock brought his own orgasm to the fore. A moment of panic ripped through him. Should he cum inside her, would it be safe, should he pull out and cum over her, would that freak her out, but then the decision was taken from him. He had taken to long to make his mind up and as Ellen's body arched up off the made wrapped in her own private orgasm, his cock began to shoot his cum inside the girl.

For a moment they seemed joined, both in rapture in their own private world of pleasure, and yet both that the same time joined together at the hip literally. Greg got his senses back first, and looking down at the young girl who's virginity he had just taken he wondered at how beautiful she now looked. Her hair was a mess, sure, but the look on her face was of sheer joy and pleasure. Like the ultimate cat got the cream expression. He pulled his cock from her slowly and sat back, then left the bed and moved to lie beside her. he slipped an arm under her shoulders and pulled her to him so her head rested on his chest in an almost protective hug. As they lay there he felt ... well, he wasn't sure what it was, but as if a force, an energy was building between him and Ellen, a connection to be sure. He had no idea what it would mean, but it felt wonderful.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Little cries slipped out of her as she came for the first time, her body tingling as something warm filled her along with Greg's spasming cock. She offered more of her pussy to him, taking as well as giving him more. All too soon it ended, and she collapsed back onto the bed, her limbs trembling as her chest heaved from the exertion. Her whole body felt weak, like she could just lay there for the rest of the weekend and she'd be okay with it. A smile graced her features-- she finally had sex!

Ellen missed him as soon as he pulled out of her, but followed as he scooped her up, pulling her over his body. She helped as much as her limp body would allow her, laying against his chest with her arm curled up by her face. As she lay on him in comfortable silence, she felt the same connection growing between them, making her torn between snuggling closer or being content on staying as she was. Did this happen with all virgins? While it was true she'd never forget this moment, what would happen on his side of things? Would he willingly move on, or be forced to? Or would he stay here, at the very least?

She moaned softly against the intruding thoughts, curling closer to him. There was something that had to be done in either case. "Thank you," she whispered against his chest, sliding her arm around him to complete the hug. After a few minutes, she squeezed him gently, turning her face to place kisses on him, her eyes contentedly closed. "Stay with me?" Ellen softly asked in between kisses, sleep starting to take her over.

 

[Gabe619]

Silently, Greg answered by wrapping her in both of his strong arms. Holding her close, and protected to enjoy the warmth of what had just happened between them. He kissed her brow softly as her breathing began to deepen as she fell into a sleep. He smiled, well, she was probably pretty tired after what had just happened. He lay there a while longer to make sure she truly was asleep and to let her sink deeper into the arms of Morpheus, then he gently rolled her off of him and made sure her head was on a pillow and she was in no danger of rolling off the bed. That done he pulled the covers up over her naked body, taking one last lingering look at just youthful and sexy she was, before he pulled them up to her chin. He leaned in, stroking her short hair gently, kissed her cheek and then stood, moving away from the bed slightly.

What to do now, he thought. Callie and Nikita were probably asleep by now and he had no interest in waking them up. There would be plenty of time for more fun and games tomorrow if they wanted them. He watched Ellen sleep, once again feeling that odd connection that now seemed to have manifested between them. He looked down at his body and was surprised to see that he was visible. A naked man was in Ellen's room and could be seen, but he hadn't tried to make that happen. He moved to the mirror, nope, no reflection there. So, did that mean he was only visible to himself or the girls to. A little confused he concentrated and became ghost like again, non-corporeal. Then he floated from the room, feeling a need to be close to the ashes of his earthly remains for some reason.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Ellen had no recollection of being moved and tucked in at all, simply giving herself up the deep and peaceful sleep that overcame her. One by one, the candles slowly died out as night turned to day, and the sun slowly rose to fill her room with warm light. She first turned away from the offensive brightness, burrowing further into the covers, but the morning couldn't be denied any longer as the smell of frying eggs and toast wafted up.

And so, Friday began.

Blurred with sleep, Ellen's eyes opened and blinked, shifting more of the room into focus. Taking a deep breath, she stretched her limbs and yawned, rising up onto her elbows. The memory of the night before came back as her bare shoulder peeked out from under the blanket, and she smiled softly. The impulse came to ask if Greg was there, but she squashed it back. She didn't want to call out to invisible people that weren't even in her room. Sighing, she sat up fully, pushing the blankets off to the side as her legs swung over the bed...

Wait... how do I know Greg's not here? In fact, how would I know? She hadn't seen him at all, only felt him, and heard him a little. That couldn't make her an expert on his whereabouts. And yet, somehow... she just knew he wasn't in the room with her. That was a strange thought, to say the least. Maybe she could figure it out with the girls downstairs? It certainly couldn't hurt any, especially if she spun a hypothetical angle to her questioning. New plan in mind, she moved to climb out of the bed and put on her nightgown, before promptly falling over with a small squeak.

"... oww..." Confused, Ellen looked down to her hips, which suddenly didn't want to cooperate with her. "What in the heck?" Was this something that happened after a girl's first time? Dear Lord, was it going to last all day? She hoped not, since she wouldn't ask Greg or either of her friends to carry her around all day. That involved explaining, and already she was blushing! She gave a helpless giggle at her predicament, before looking up to her new goal, still draped over the chair from last night. Setting her palms onto the ground, she gathered her willpower together and said, "Alright, let's do this..."

It took Ellen a bit of effort, but she managed to get herself presentable before going down the stairs. Callie stood in the kitchen, her breakfast set before her on the island. She perked her head up at Ellen's approach, only to smirk. "Love the new hairstyle. Very bedroom chic."

Blushing once again, Ellen ran her fingers through it, hoping to calm the worst of it. "Very funny, Callie."

"I thought so, too. Bee tee dubs! Would you like some breakfast?" As Ellen nodded, Callie turned to get a plate out of the microwave.

"Where's Nikita?" Ellen asked, eyeing up the kitchen stool closest to her. Climbing onto that was going to be interesting... but she had to try it anyways...

"Out for a smokie-treat," Callie replied, turning back and slowing as she watched Ellen's more-strenuous-than-normal efforts of sitting. As Ellen was finally seated and looking at her, Callie tilted her head in thought. "Did you... no, you couldn't have," she wondered aloud, setting the plate down.

Telling herself repeatedly to not blush, Ellen asked, "What?"

"Well, I did the same thing to that same stool after losing my V-card, and thank God neither of my parents were looking because that would've...." She trailed off as she saw Ellen's face start to flush as she paid a lot of attention to her plate. "... Ellen?"

"... yes?"

"Did you do what I think you just did?"

"......... yes....?"

Callie squealed with excitement, hopping up and down. "Good for you! I knew you'd come around with Eric eventually! Oh, and don't worry about me being mad about using the room to get freaky. My 'baby' lost her big V, I'm so proud!" Still excited, she drummed a small beat on the counter before leaning in. "Tell me everything and tell it now! Well, not everything, of course, but what did he do? Was he romantic? Was he a super-freak? Did he sneak in through the window? Give me details!!"

Laughing at her friend's enthusiasm, Ellen said, "It wasn't Eric."

"Well, damn, girl!" Callie protested. "We work hard to get the two of you set up, and now you don't share your first time with him?! Ah well, that's okay. Practice makes perfect, and all that good stuff. Regardless, same questions apply, only add a name to the mystery man, and see above demands on delivery status."

Shaking her head, Ellen took a deep breath, pushing her toast around her plate as she spoke. "It was... Greg." Already, her stomach warmed with interest, and a smile crossed her face.

Callie's, however, started to blank with confusion. "Huh?"

"Greg," Ellen repeated, gesturing back to the TV room. "Ghost Greg? Remember him?"

"I remember, very well. I just can't make that connection right now..." Callie looked hard at Ellen, searching for some sign of it being a joke. Finding none, she repeated, "Huh?!"

"Yeah," Ellen giggled, amused over Callie's reaction. "Lit candles, foreplay, and all. We even snuggled at the end."

"You're shitting me," Callie insisted. "You're so shitting me right now, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not!" Ellen replied. Struggling for an idea, she suddenly asked, "Do you want proof? Should we ask him to validate his version?"

Narrowing her eyes, Callie nodded. "I accept this challenge, Ms. Liar-Liar Spanky-Pants-On-Fire." Turning her head up to address the general 'great beyond', she spoke over Ellen's giggles. "Okay, Greg, get your spectral ass here now. Front and center, tüt sweet." It occurred to Callie that if Greg had to power to take their clothes off and sex them up, he most likely had the ability to lie and listen in on conversations... if he was still here, that was. Ignoring the twinge of disappointment that gave her, she continued to watch and wait for a sign.

 

[Gabe619]

Greg had been trying to stay out of the girls way this morning to let them get their breakfast in peace, but it seemed Callie wasn't going to accept Ellen at her word. Greg manifested just off to the side of where Ellen was sitting, facing Callie. He was in his grey sweatpants and matching top, for some reason he figured it was only right at a meal not to be naked ... even if he wasn't physically there. So he was here ... how did he let Callie know that. He sighed, not looking at Ellen as he considered the problem. Then he grinned. Fine, if Callie was acting so disbelieving he would let her know he was here in a way she couldn't miss. Swiftly he moved up to the young girl and swatted her tight firm ass, hard. With a chuckle he moved away.

He had heard what she and Ellen had been talking about, but he really didn't know quite how to prove to Callie that he had taken the young girls virginity last night. It wasn't like that could run a quick DNA check on the semen or anything .... hmmm, semen. He remember that he had cum quite hard, and that when he had pulled out of Ellen quite a lot of his cum, which had an odd colour and texture to it, had leaked to Ellen's thighs and pussy. Assuming the girl hadn't had a shower yet then some should still be there. He sighed, but would that be enough? Then he noticed the odd look on Ellen's face and that, more importantly, she seemed to be looking right at him ... which was impossible right? He was invisible. he quickly looked over his shoulder just to make sure Nikita hadn't walked in and gone unnoticed or something, but nope, there was just him. Oookkkk then .....

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Callie and Ellen looked around the room, waiting for any sort of sign of Greg's presence. Callie thought it was a bit ridiculous-- and, okay, insanely hot, that Ellen had gotten a midnight visit from the sex monkey of a ghost that was now in her home. But she couldn't help it! She had gotten a preview of what Ellen had been given, and was told that not only was he a thorough lover, but also a very gentle one. Since Callie wasn't exactly asking for gentle then, she changed that to accommodating.

And he had to have known the current direction of her thoughts, since he gave her a very firm spank on her ass. She jumped and squealed, turning in the direction his hand came from, and finding nothing. "Haha, very funny," she automatically joked. "Did overhearing our sexy talk make Little Greg want to come out and play?"

"Callie," Ellen spoke up.

"Oh, come on," Callie protested. "We both know what Greg is capable of, so it's not like he's going to be offended... by our flirting..." Callie slowed as she noticed Ellen staring hard at something in the corner. The hairs on Callie's neck rose as she said, "Ellen? Please don't let this be one of those 'I see dead people' moments."

"Well... I see dead people..." Or one, in particular. "Greg?" Ellen cautiously asked.

"Wait, you see him?" Coming around to Ellen's side, Callie added, "Tellmetellmetellme!! What does he look like? What is he doing? What is he wearing? Is he sexy?"

"Callie!"

"This is vitally important information! We'll need to know these things if we're going to make contact with the great beyond, or some crazy shit like that. So you must share, Ellen!" Listening in as Ellen described his looks, finishing with a dreamy 'so attractive', Callie slowly nodded... and said, "He's naked, isn't he."

"Callie!!" Ellen repeated, blushing hard.

"Ooo, time for me to have some fun!" Walking over to where Ellen was staring before, she waved her hands around in an obvious manner while looking over her shoulder. "Am I touching any submarines, Ellen?" Seeing her friend's confused look, Callie dropped her hands back down and explained, "Long, hard, and full of seamen? Oh! And speaking of! Did he... you know..."

Ellen took a few moments to catch on to what Callie was insinuating, before blushing once again. "Uh... yes?"

"Oh my Buddha, you are ghost pregnant! Dun dun dunnnnn...!"

"Now you're being ridiculous."

 

[Gabe619]

Yes, Callie was being ridiculous, but still it made Greg laugh to listen to and watch her. He wasn't sure if she was being goofy to try and make Ellen feel more at ease discussing what had happened last night, or because that was just Callie, but whatever it was he couldn't help giving a genuine laugh at her antics. He looked down as her hands slipped through his abdomen looking for his cock, or so Callie stated.

Greg had smiled at Ellen when she had said he was attractive. even being dead he still seemed to have self image nerves. If she ever saw him would she find him ugly, or just not attractive? Would she regret what they had done together? But a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders when he had seen her expression as she looked at him. of course that was another thing ... she had 'looked' at him, right at him. Ellen had accurately described him to Callie, his clothing and everything. Could she hear him to?

"Ellen?" He called out to her. "You are so beautiful."

He wasn't sure why he had blurted that out as a first contact statement, but it was the truth and had seemed to want out of him. He could sort of understand why. It had been so weird and restrictive making love to this sexy young girl and not being able to simply tell her how much he was enjoying it and her. Or ask her if she was enjoying him to. of course he had read a lot into her body language, and boy, did her body have some language he remembered with a grin.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Ellen could feel herself melting a little on the inside, hearing Greg tell her-- actually say to her-- that she was beautiful. She also blushed quite brightly, ducking her head down to hide her embarrassment behind her hair. He was so sweet to her, and had a voice to match his looks? Oh yeah, Ellen was smitten...

"What are you blushing about?" Callie asked.

"He just told me I was beautiful," Ellen shyly replied.

As Callie cooed in delight, she was also a bit disappointed. She could hear Greg speak that one time, but it had sounded like it took some effort, and was a whisper on the breeze. Was it the same for Ellen, or was it different.? "First he's showing you what he looks like, in all his gorgeous nakedness--"

"He's in sweatpants and a t-shirt," Ellen gently interrupted.

"-- and now he can whisper sweet nothings in your ear as well! Man, having sex changes you!"

Ellen blinked hard as Callie's joke struck home. "Wait... is that...? That has to be it!"

"What was to be it?" Nikita asked, walking in and taking a seat next to Ellen.

"Oh, check it out!" Callie filled in as Ellen blushed again and fell silent. "Ellen got some last night from Greg, and now she can see and hear him!"

Nikita looked from one to the other, before sighing. "Okay, you know I love the two of you, but I haven't had enough coffee yet to keep putting up with this Greg business."

"Oh come on! You're not the least bit interested--" Callie started.

"In some guy running around your house, pretending to be a ghost? Or in some wild tale my two best friends have invented to keep up with this farce?" Nikita interrupted.

Ellen slowly replied, "It wasn't a tale, Niki, it was real. I didn't see him... but I could still feel him. I can still feel him, as a matter of fact. Something happened... I have no clue what it is, but it feels like a... bond? Or a connection of sorts? Right in here," she finished, setting a hand just over her stomach and right under her breasts.

Both Callie and Nikita listened in silence, thinking over what Ellen had said before Nikita finally spoke up. "Alright! Everybody, come with me."

"Um, why?" Callie asked.

"We're going bastard hunting," Nikita explained. "Because only a bastard would dose Ellen up just to keep the premise of being a ghost before raping her."

"Whoa!" Ellen cried. "It wasn't like that at all--"

"You couldn't see anything, is that what you said?"

"Yes, but I meant he was invisible the whole time."

"It was probably darker than hell in that room; I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't see a hand right in front of your nose. Now let's go, we're searching the attic first!" Nikita insisted, over the annoyed huff Ellen gave. Nikita would let her be annoyed now, but there was no way she could believe a ghost popped her cherry, not while Nikita was here to hunt the truth down. And the truth was, when she found the son of a bitch that took Ellen's virginity, she was going to make him regret it.

 

[Gabe619]

Greg felt himself growing more and more upset as Nikita spoke. Rape?! He would never rape a woman let alone a virgin like Ellen! How dare she even suggest such a thing! He knew his expression probably showed how mad he was as he watched the girls leave the kitchen and head upstairs, Ellen glancing his way as she left, seemingly almost apologetic by her own expression. It wasn't her fault though, and even Callie seemed to be defending her and Greg against the obviously annoyed Nikita. As the seconds ticked by Greg cooled down a little. He could understand how Nikita would be mad if a man had done the things she suspected Greg of. Hell, how would he be if a guy raped his daughter! So he could sympathise with her attitude, but it was the way she just ignored Ellen's words, how she almost talked down to a girl who was supposed to be one of her best friends. She wouldn't even let Ellen make her case, shouting her down before ordering the others to follow her to the attic.

The attic. Greg slowly smiled as a plan occured to him. Fine, if Nikita didn't believe Callie or Ellen he would just have to give her something she had to believe, something she couldn't rationalise away. He summoned an image of the attic to his mind and immediately travelled there. As he manifested he could hear the girls coming up the stairs to the door of the attic room. A house this size had an equally large attic space it seemed. Indeed he imagined his old apartment might fit into this attic completely, bathroom and all. Currently it was a little dusty and seemed to be used for old furniture and boxes. A door, leading from a normal staircase from the 1st floor, allowed entrance to the room and had a key in the lock this side. Greg waited patiently as the sound of Nikita's voice got louder, then the door opened and she stood there, one hand on the door knob, looking back at her two friends who were trailing her, still telling them in no uncertain terms what she was going to do to the bastard who had raped Ellen.

Greg reached out, grabbed the young girl by the upper arm and yanked her into the attic, kicking shut the door behind her preventing Callie and Ellen following. He let Nikita sprawl to the wooden floor as he turned the key in the lock, then removed it and threw it away into the jumble of boxes off to the side. Finally he turned toward Nikita and smiled. Time to go to school young lady, he said.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

"... and, on top of it all, he molests my friends like they're just his fucking toys?!" Nikita fumed, leading the duo up the stairs. She had only been in Callie's attic once, when they both were younger and more likely to scare themselves silly, but she couldn't think of a better way to get started in her search for 'The "Invisible" Douchebag' than up there. That way, she'd be able to show, without a doubt, that this ghost was not a ghost at all, and she could enjoy the rest of the weekend without being too unsettled.

Opening the door and turning back to a still pajama-clad Ellen and Callie, Nikita continued. "If I don't geld the pervert with a spoon first, I'm going to make him regret ever deciding to sneak in here!"

"Don't you think you're overreacting just a little?" Callie asked. "He hasn't really done anything to hurt us thus far--"

"No, Callie, I don't. I actually think that I'm being nice to the guy, instead of just flat out tracking him down and beating his stupid ass myself!" As she finished, she felt something grab onto her arm and yank her back, the sound of a door slamming shut accompanying her fall. She slowly rose, looking around as Callie and Ellen were pounding on the door, repeatedly shouting her name. "I'm alright," she called back.

"Ellen's staying here with you; I'm going to look for another key," Callie informed before racing down the stairs.

Nikita didn't reply, just continued to look around for any sign of the sick bastard. Finding none, she taunted him openly. "C'mon, I know it's you... You wanna dance, you bastard? Huh? Or do you wanna try and molest me too?"

 

[Gabe619]

Greg stood back watching the furious young woman shout. Her fight or flight senses were in full swing and it seemed she had chosen to fight. Not that he had expected anything else from her. Out of the three she was the strength, the muscle if you would. Ellen was the soul, the heart, while Callie, Callie bonded them all together, she was the mind. But right now Greg the ghost faced off against an angry Nikita dressed in a faded Harley tshirt and dark purple sleep shorts, and nothing else by the look of it. Did he want to molest her she had asked. He wondered if maybe there wasn't just an edge of jealousy in that statement. Greg had sex with both Ellen and Callie now, but not Nikita. She had only heard what they had done together, not felt it. Was he anger simply that she wasn't getting any?

Greg reached out and concentrated throwing the girl up against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt her, but certainly hard enough to knock the wind out of her. He made sure she couldn't move, her body raised slightly up on its toes, her arms held out to either side, her legs slightly spread. She could talk, she could breath, she could move her eyes, but that was it. It was an impressive display and it even surprised Greg that he had managed it. But the longer he spent with the girls the stronger he felt himself becoming. After last night, with Ellen, he had felt energised. He moved in and stood before the held girl, looking into her eyes. Was there fear yet? Or just anger?

He turned away and moved over to a desk which was covered in a large white sheet. Grabbing the edge he yanked the sheet off and threw it into the air allowing it to billow and slowly land on the dusty floor. Pulling open a draw he reached in and slowly pulled a long, sharp knife from the depths. It was still razor sharp, he could tell by the glint of light as it reflected off the edge. Turning he moved slowly toward Nikita. As far as she could see the knife was floating by itself toward her. Greg smiled to himself as he reached out and gripped the top of her tshirt, he placed the point of the knife against the edge of the collar, and slowly pulled the knife down, the blade cutting through the fabric easily until he reached the bottom. He let the tshirt full open in two parts revealing her firm young breasts to his eyes.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Nikita was yanked off her feet once again, pressed up against the wall in an instant. Her feet were balanced up on the balls, her arms stretched out to the side. She, of course, tried to move in a first instinct. When she found how limited her movements were, her heart pounded harder, hating the feeling of being helpless. Her eyes glared around the room, trying to figure out where Greg was. The last time she had been frozen like this, she found herself being stripped free of her shirt. It was most likely going to happen again now; she just had to break free from what was holding her to the wall...

The sheet flew off the desk and onto the floor, drawing Nikita's eye. "I'm not scared of dramatics. You're gonna have to do better than that, asswipe." She soon regretted her words as a knife was pulled out of a desk drawer, floating its way over to her. Her eyes followed its approach, her breathing coming faster and faster as the knife's point drew closer to her chest. She was pissed and wanting to fight whoever was manipulating this into happening, her ire growing more and showing with relief as she wasn't killed. Her shirt hung in halves at her sides, exposing her breasts to the room.

"You son of a bitch," Nikita murmured. "You fucking son of a bitch..."

 

[Gabe619]

Greg ignored her words, having fun seeing this girl who had doubted his very existence and presence since the start being at his mercy for once. He slowly slipped the tip of the blade down from her collar bone, between her breasts, down over her stomach till it rested on the waistband of her PJ bottoms. He only put a little pressure behind the blade on its journey, but the tip still left a fine pink trail behind it. Grabbing the PJ he pulled the material away from the girls belly and then cut into it like he had with the shirt. It was slightly tougher going for a moment as he cut through the elastic, but then he was through. he cut down between her spread legs, down under her pussy and ass, then down her thighs till there was nothing to hold them to her body and they fell away and pooled on the floor beneath her.

Now Nikita was pretty much naked but for the ruined remains of her tshirt. Greg carried the knife back to the draw, then closed the draw and walked back. He stood there for a moment admiring her body, ignoring her shouts of abuse. Unlike Ellen, Nikita was a force of nature, she was full on in your face and her beauty and sexuality was the same. Although Greg didn't doubt if you stood all three girls naked next to each other, and made sure they didn't speak, they would all look hot and sexy and the same, but their personalities, their aura's, made them each unique. Whereas Ellen was a quiet, shy beauty who needed a gentleman's touch, Greg somehow doubted Nikita would respond quite the same way to that approach. However she accused him of raping Ellen ... should he then rape her? No, he hated the very thought ... but what if she enjoyed it, then it wouldn't be rape, right? Shaking his head, unsure, he decided to play it by ear.

With a single thought he made himself naked, his cock was already semi hard as he moved into the girls body and knelt between her spread legs. he reached up and spread her pussy lips then lent in and slowly licked all the way from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her clit. He sat back and tasted her. So much different from Ellen, but equally as nice. He smiled as he licked again, and this time kept going, using his expert tongue to stimulate her clit over and over. Let her try and say this was fake.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

While a part of her was panicking while her clothing continued to be cut off of her body, she refused to let it show by continuing to swear profusely. This all had to be a trick, some great big elaborate trick! Maybe something that Callie and Ellen had both orchestrated, using this as a way to have some fun with Nikita? Because if it was, it wasn't really funny anymore... Now that her clothing was in tatters and she was unable to move her naked self into a less exposed position, a riot of emotions were coursing through her veins.

And that heat in her lower stomach was not lust! It wasn't...

Okay, sure, Nikita had had some rough sex in the past. And admittedly, there were a few moments when done properly that had her coasting on sexual bliss. She wasn't lying when she said that she had been hard up, but sex with a ghost, like this-- no, not a ghost, she had to remind herself. Just because she couldn't see anything didn't mean that no one was there. Indeed, as the knife was being put away, she covered the slow kindling of her arousal with more insults, hoping to encourage whoever it was out of hiding. "Oh, is that all you had in your bag of tricks? Huh? Get a girl naked and now you gotta grease up the little peanut? Well let me tell you something, you--"

The distinct feeling of her lips being parted and a tongue tasting her made her gasp aloud, interrupting her retort before it could fly with venom. "Ffffffuuuuuck..." she moaned, muscles bunching under her skin as she struggled to move. Whether it was away from or towards the mouth was up for debate, which was soon completely ignored as the mysterious tongue kept playing with her clit. It soon swelled under his expert ministrations, as her lips began to grow wet with her arousal. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.... oh fuck you fucking fucker!" Nikita hissed through her teeth, wanting to fight against what he was doing to her, while also wanting to reach down and grab some hair, hold him in place while she rode his face and mouth like there was no tomorrow.

 

[Gabe619]

Well, Greg laughed to himself, Nikita was never going to be a poet with language like that, but at least he knew he was finally getting to her. For a girl like her to be held down, helpless to prevent what was happening to her, must be the ultimate nightmare, however maybe it could also be the ultimate turn on. Being forced to submit, having no choice, no way to fight back. His hands held her firm ass cheeks and squeezed as he pulled her body forward, his mouth now sucking on her clit as his tongue lashed over it quickly, then letting it go to gently lick the hard nub of flesh. Then his tongue slipped back down to her pussy lips, slowly moving inside, tongue fucking her with deliberate gentleness, taking his time, enjoying himself. His hands moved up her body to cup her breasts, the fingers rolling the hard nipples, pinching them harder, pulling on them, all the time working over her now drenched pussy. He saw her juices running to her toned thighs and for a moment he moved his mouth there, licking her smooth skin, cleaning her inner thighs before moving back to the centre of his attention right now.

He could still here Ellen outside the door, knocking, asking if Nikita was alright, asking what was happening. Greg smiled. Wonderful, beautiful Ellen, how different his time with her to his time currently with Nikita. Two different girls, two different ways to pleasure them ... well, and himself as well of course.

 

[Cowgurlhat]

Her body being pulled forward, deliberately opening her up for more, drew Nikita's eye as her upper body was still propped up against the wall. Greg was spot on in his observation; she didn't like being held down or forced to submit, but when in the bedroom, the few that could fully have her give in to them had given her the best orgasms to date. And now he was well on his way, holding her open for him. From this point, she could just barely see her lower lips parting as he licked her, making her moan loud.

"Nikita!" Ellen's voice cut in as she pounded on the door again. "Are you okay in there?"

It took Nikita a few tries, but she finally responded as he licked his way back to tongue fuck her. "Yeah. This.... *fucker!* is just messing with me!" His tongue was in her-- IN HER-- and she was going crazy with not being able to fuck it! All she could do was squeeze her walls as she grew more wet, feeling it trail down her thighs.

"Hang on, okay? Callie couldn't find a key... I'm going to look and see if I can find one, and Callie will stay here with you."

Oh gods no, that was the last thing she needed: to be turned on while one of her friends was *right there*, listening in like an unwilling third party. And Callie was sure to get quite the earful, since Nikita was a screamer. Her eyes rolled back into her head, praying for a reprieve so she could get a hold of herself, but his roughened love on her breasts and nipples while his tongue lashed her wet pussy was driving her crazy! She wasn't going to beg... she... couldn't... beg... "Oh gods, oh gods, ohhhh fuck, stopstopstopSTOPSTOP!!!" Nikita hissed, his unrelenting actions making it so much harder for her to keep her head.

 

[Gabe619]

Greg was grinning into Nikita's soaking wet pussy now, loving hearing her fighting to not react, to keep control, and slowly having that control taken from her lick by lick. He let his fingertips leave her nipples, grazing down over her ribs, down to her thighs, then one hand travelled up the inside of those smooth thighs until the tips of the fingers caressed her soft lips as his tongue moved to her clit, flicking lightly over the flesh there as his fingers inched inside her. First one, teasing her, then two, all the way into her until he couldn't push them any futher. He fingered her pussy for a while as he sucked and licked that hard clit of Nikita's, then slowly he forced a third finger up inside her, stretching her, forcing her open as he picked up the pace. Fucking her fast with three fingers as he continued his assault on her clit.

He didn't intend to relent until she was a mess, and then, maybe, he would let her go, then let her say she had been tricked or faked out somehow. He couldn't wait to hear her rationalise this experience to Callie and Ellen. Knowing that Callie was just the other side of that door only made this more fun to Greg. Let Nikita's friend hear her moaning for the ghost she refused to admit existed. Let Callie hear her best friend acting and sounding like a horny slut in heat. Fitting revenge for calling Greg a rapist.