Ghostly Lover
song they had sung for millions of years. Frogs set up an
unholy
chorus in the nearby wetlands, with thousands of tiny voices
singing to the blackness of a cloudy, moonless night. A
gentle
breeze blew over the tall grass, cooling and refreshing the
otherwise muggy night air. The breeze set up a slight hiss
in
the dry grass, cattails rattled and clicked softly bobbing in
excitement.
Occasionally a dark shape would fly
through the night sky,
stilling the music for a moment, then the chorus would resume
as
each tiny creature determined it was safe.
At the edge of these wetlands was a
weeping willow,
whispering in response to the night breeze. Past the weeping
willow was a well manicured lawn, which surrounded an old,
slightly run-down house which at first glance might seem
vacant,
but a closer inspection would reveal Samantha, a mother just
past
The breeze blew into a screened window,
causing a lacy white
curtain to flutter in the near darkness, broken only by a
small
night light. It's scant light reflected off Samantha staring
at
the ceiling. A trace of tears could be seen on her otherwise
classically beautiful face. Her light brown hair lay
scattered
over her pillow. Her ample breasts were surging rapidly in
response to her inner thoughts. She was sad again, and so
damned
angry at Jill. How could such a sweet girl at times, become
such
an ungrateful little bitch at other times? How could she lay
there hating her own daughter, when she loved her so much?
And
most of all, how could Dan, her late husband, leave her with
so
much responsibility and so damned much loneliness? Sure, it
wasn't his fault that he died, but who's was it? Why did she
deserve such unrequited love, and so much loneliness. After
a
year of living alone with her daughter, the pain was just as
bad,
especially at night when she lay there alone in her bed. But
she
would not soil those sheets with the sweat of another man,
Dan
was her first and last love.
Samantha turned violently on the bed and
stared at the
window. The nightly chorus went unheard by her tortured ears.
The breeze which would have been so welcome a few hours
before,
now went unnoticed. She felt tears starting again and
quickly
dashed them from her face. As she closed her eyes, trying to
fall asleep, she whispered a silent prayer into the night, as
she
had done so many times before. A prayer to end her loneliness
or
to end her existence.
and crickets continued to sing. A falling star flashed
across
the sky, burning out in a brief display of brilliant fire.
That
too went unnoticed. The sudden stillness of all of Earth's
creatures might have caused the hairs to stand up on the back
of
anyone's neck, if anyone had noticed. But sleep had claimed
the
only nearby residents of the area, Samantha and Jill. A
white
film lifted from the grasslands lifting like smoke and trying
to
form itself into a cohesive shape above the grass. After
what
appeared to be a brief struggle against the forces of nature,
the
white shape coalesced, becoming more defined. It was the
shape
of a beautiful woman in Victorian era night clothes, a woman
so
beautiful that men would have held their breath in
anticipation,
and so frightening that their hearts would have frozen in
terror.
Determining if the apparition was either
good or evil would
have been a heavy task. A trained observer might point out
the
fact that even the creatures of the night were terrified of
it,
but a man would point out how lovely and innocent the
madonna-
like face looked, she had the aspect of a saintly vision of
beauty. A woman might point out the fact that many beautiful
things were equally as deadly. But there were no men around,
only two defenseless women deeply lost in sleep.
The apparition stood silent for a moment
with it's eyes
closed, then the vacant eyes opened and faced the house on
the
low hill above. With a determined look it floated across the
grass and up the hill.
Samantha groaned in her sleep. The trace
of a smile twisted
her sleeping lips and she whispered incoherent phrases, then
snuggled into the pillow. The room seemed to glow slightly
with
a white, phosphorescent light. Suddenly the apparition
drifted
through the door and floated over to the bed. With a look of
tenderness the apparition watched Samantha's sleeping form.
A
white, ghostly hand reached down and stroked her hair. The
hair
lifted and fell back to the pillow in a neat bundle. The
apparition gently laid on the bed next to Samantha. With a
gentle hand it touched her firm stomach, then ran it's hand
over
her soft, sweetly scent breasts.
Samantha groaned in response and lifted
her chest slightly to
meet the ghostly hand. The apparition leaned down and kissed
Samantha on the forehead, eliciting a waking response for the
first time.
"Dear?" Samantha muttered. Her eyes
fluttered open and
looked at the ceiling for a moment, then they were drawn to
the
figure lying on the bed next to her. Her heart jerked in her
chest, but her body hardly moved.
"What are you?" Samantha asked in a
pleading voice.
"An answer to your prayers," the
apparition said in a voice
that had to be believed.
"The angel of death?"
"No, neither angel nor death," the
apparition said with a
smile. "I have many names in many lands, but be assured that
you
have nothing to fear from me. Women need never fear me."
"Why?"
"I was harmed by a man, not a woman.
Call me Lady," the
apparition said, then bent down to kiss Samantha on the cheek.
Samantha closed her eyes and caught her breath.
"I can feel you," Samantha said in
wonder.
"Of course."
"But you feel so cold," Samantha said
with a shiver.
"Is this better?" The Lady asked, running
her hand over
Samantha's cheek.
"Oh yes, much better," Samantha answered
wiggling slightly on
the bed. "But what are you?"
"A force of nature. A compilation of
many tortured souls who
cannot find peace, a... I am a lot like you, only... well I'm
not
exactly alive, by your standards. Please, no more questions,
I
don't have much time. I am here to fulfill your wishes, then
I
must leave. Time is short."
"Are... are you going to make love to
me?" Samantha asked
breathlessly.
"Absolutely. I already am," the Lady
said running her hand
over Samantha's chest. Samantha closed her eyes and enjoyed
the
first touch in over a year. It seemed much longer, endless
perhaps. The Lady ran a finger over Samantha's mouth.
Samantha
puckered her lips in response. The Lady leaned down and
touched
her ghostly lips to Samantha's. Samantha moaned and worked
her
mouth on the Lady's. Samantha automatically reached up to
rub
her lover's chest and her eyes flew open in surprise. Ghost
or
not, the Lady had a more than ample chest. Samantha propped
herself up on one elbow and pulled open the Lady's night gown.
Absolutely perfect white breast jiggled as the Lady moved.
"This is too real," Samantha said in
wonder.
"It is real, Samantha, please don't think
of it as anything
else, it will spoil the moment. I know this is your first
time
all your prerequisites. I am not a man, which you absolutely
specified. You wanted no man in your bed. Now please, let's
make the most of our time."
"Totally convinced by the sincerity of
the Lady's voice,
Samantha reached an arm around the Lady and pulled her down
on
top of her. With lonely, seeking lips she found the Lady's
mouth
and engaged her in a timeless, passionate kiss. As they
kissed
they let their hands roam freely over each other's body.
With
complete abandon, Samantha broke the kiss panting and slid
down
so she was facing those massive breasts.
With a burst of energy Samantha threw her
arms around the
Lady and turned so the Lady lay on the bottom. The Lady
smiled
and opened her arms, allowing Samantha complete access to her
ivory white loveliness.
With a moan of pleasure Samantha opened
her mouth wide and
took as much breast into her mouth as she could. With her
mouth
wide open she sucked hard and let her tongue strum the nipple
to
an excited point. She released part of the tit and
concentrated
on sucking the nipple. She rapidly batted the nipple back
and
forth with her agile tongue, then sucked once more.
With a gasp, the Lady rolled over,
forcing Samantha to take
the bottom spot. The Lady desperately sought and nursed on
Samantha's beautiful breasts with the enthusiasm that
Samantha
had shown her. The Lady suckled one tit then immediately went
to
the other, sucking and licking it to hardness. Samantha
moaned,
rubbing her legs together as a raging fire started in her loins.
She could feel an embarrassing wetness between her legs. She
had
done little more than get herself off with a finger during
the
past year, so a lot of wetness had built up during that time.
The Lady finally released her breasts and
moved down to kiss
Samantha's stomach. Samantha hoped, she fervently wished
that
the Lady was going down on her, but she was wrong. The Lady
stopped with her stomach pressed against Samantha's pussy.
With
one hand on each of Samantha's breasts, the Lady rubbed her
slender stomach against Samantha's pelvis. Desperate for an
orgasm, Samantha brought her knees up and held them with her
arms. This brought her sopping wet pussy into contact with
the
Lady's firm stomach. With slow careful rolls, the Lady
massaged
Samantha's pussy with her stomach.
Samantha's eyes flew open. It was the
first contact her
pussy had felt in over a year, and it was so good. Samantha
let
out a little scream of pleasure. The Lady had held open her
pussy with her thumbs, then slid her stomach and rib cage
through
her wet pussy with slow, delicious, surges of contact.
Samantha
felt fire shoot through her loins each time the Lady moved.
In
almost no time she was panting while the liquid surges of an
orgasm crested inside her loins, then exploded with violent
waves
of passion. Samantha grunted and humped her pussy against
the
Lady's stomach as wave after wave of liquid fire tore her
loins
apart. It was her first big orgasm in so long. Much too long.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever, then seemed to end much
too
soon.
"Oh, that was so good," Samantha said in
a relaxed, loving
voice.
"I know," the Lady said with a gentle
smile.
"But you didn't come?" Samantha said in
sudden guilt.
"I did, in a way. I am attuned to you,"
the Lady touched
added with a contented smile.
"Let's try again," Samantha said
enthusiastically.
"Sure," the Lady quickly agreed.
Samantha spun the Lady
around and lay atop her warm, ivory fleshed beauty. "I'm
going
to make you cum, if you can," Samantha added uncertainly.
"Oh, I can," the woman added. "As long
as I'm in human form,
I can perform human functions. It would be very... erotic,"
the
ghostly woman said with a her Madonna-like smile.
Samantha almost felt like she was making
love to her mother,
but her pussy was hot again and she needed release, and she
needed the fun and contact she had missed for so long.
Samantha passionately kissed the Lady's
mouth for several
minutes, then moved on to her jaw and finally she concentrated
on
her slender neck. The Lady responded as any woman would.
This
encouraged Samantha to try harder. Making love to a woman
was
not exactly the same as making love to Dan, which was
probably
why she could make love at all. Anything that reminded her
of
her late husband, tore her heart out.
Samantha felt her body shaking in
anticipation. She slowly
moved down so she was facing the immense but firm breasts.
She
petted each breast lovingly for a few minutes, then leaned
down
and captured one ivory white nipple in her lips. She sucked
and
tongued the nipple, overjoyed at the reaction it caused in
the
Lady. She moaned loudly and arched her back, cupping the back
of
Samantha's head with one slender hand, and twisting her own
nipple with the other. Samantha watched the white fingers
play
with the pink nipple for a while before she finally slid over
and
changed nipples, suckling on the right breast as she had done
with the left.
"That feels so wonderful," the Lady said
ecstatically. "It's
been so long, so awful long," she said with a catch in her
voice.
Samantha knew the feeling, but at the
moment she was
preoccupied with the last part of her new experience. She
slowly
slid down and licked the Lady's belly button, then moved down
even more so her kisses came into contact with the whitish bush.
In a moment she faced the ghostly slit. Her entire body was
shaking in intense anticipation. She could hardly breath,
her
breath came in short little gasps.
"Go ahead," the Lady encouraged her.
Samantha looked up to
see the loving eyes staring down at her.
"I don't think I can with you watching
me," Samantha said
nervously.
Samantha sniffed and found the Lady smelled like a woman.
Samantha had tasted her own pussy on Dan's dick, and her own
finger enough to know how a woman should smell and taste.
The
Lady was... perfect.
Samantha extended her tongue and slowly
pushed it toward the
warm pussy lips. First contact caused the Lady to stiffen
and
catch her breath. Encouraged, Samantha licked the full length
of
the slit, tasted briefly, then began licking the Lady
enthusiastically.
"I like this," Samantha paused and voiced
her approval.
"I know," the Lady said with a smile. "I
wish I could make
you feel how..." she stopped, but Samantha failed to notice.
She
was working on the Lady's crotch again.
Samantha went back to eating
wholeheartedly. At first she
didn't noticed the slight tickle she felt between her legs.
Then
her brown eyes flew open and she looked up at the Lady in
surprise. In a moment she was groaning into the Lady's
pussy,
gasping for breath and trying to whisper around the warm
pussy
flesh. The Lady kept her eyes closed and concentrated on
arousing Samantha's pussy. Psychic energy was not as firm as
the
touch of a mouth, but it had far more heat and energy, when
desired. Samantha was feeling a million tiny fingers feeling
their way through her loins and ass. It felt like snakes had
been released inside her pussy and ass, and electricity was
being
an orgasm building in her hot, tortured loins. She closed
her
eyes and tried to concentrate on eating the Lady, while her
pussy
exploded. She found herself pumping against the bed, her
ravaged
pussy seeing something firm to rub against during her orgasm.
In
a moment the orgasm calmed and finally stopped.
Samantha continued to eat, calmer now,
until she felt the
slight tickle between her legs again. She opened her eyes
and
shook her head slightly in protest, but it was too late. The
fire was spreading already and nothing could stop it.
Eating savagely, sucking and licking the
Lady's velvety pussy
with total abandon, Samantha pumped her pussy against the bed
as
the fire ravaged her loins even stronger than before.
Whimpering in pain and pleasure, Samantha
threw a hand
between her hot, wet legs and helped to bring herself to orgasm.
It took only seconds before her pussy exploded once more.
She
found herself screaming quietly and gasping for breath as
wave
after wave of liquid fire shot through her sweet loins. As
the
orgasm began to fade, so did the Lady.
"No, don't go," Samantha said in horror
as she watched the
Lady fading into nothingness.
"Don't worry, dear, I will be back on a
regular basis, when
you need me the most. But I suggest that you go out and meet
real people, learn to love again before it's too late. You
want
to love now, while your flesh is young and sweet, not in 20
years
when it will be leathery and wrinkled. Do it for me," the
Lady
said as she faded out.
Samantha found herself crying, partially
for the loss of the
Lady, and partially as a release of her own pent up frustrations.
Jill came into the room and sat down on
the bed.
"I'm sorry, mom, I didn't mean to shout
at you," Jill said,
mistaking Samantha's anguish as the result of their argument.
"I'm sorry to dear, I haven't been myself
lately. I think
things might get better now, I have a feeling."
They hugged and Jill went back to her
bed. Samantha would
see the Lady several times before she grew old and died. But
she
also sought out the human touch that she had missed so much.
She
still loved Dan, but the world needed her love too.