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The Ghost and Me

The Ghost and Me
I suppose that at one time or another, everyone feels or think they see a ghost. Me, I had never seen anything like a ghost or anything I couldn’t explain, until now. I’m a 33 years old male, born in the far west of NSW, being raised on a farm with just my parents. I’m 6 tall with a good athletic body. I never had any real girlfriends before, mainly because I’m too shy. I really never spoke with many girls before, so I suppose I was seen as stand offish, which actually drove women away from me. I really didn’t have anyone who I could learn from and so it made it hard for me. Believe me, I could never go gay, I don’t even like the male body, except for mine and especially my 7 inch cock. Nothing about other men appeals to me.
I came to Sydney to find a new life for myself. I thought that being in the largest city in Australia I would find something for me. I made arrangements through a real estate, before leaving, to find an apartment, something in the city. They emailed me several apartments, which I went and looked over. Of The several places there wasn’t very much to look at, but one. I felt at home the most in old apartment, which had several balconies over looking the city. The balconies had been covered at one time with flowers, but they died, leaving dried remains behind. I liked the feel to the apartment. It satisfied my need to live somewhere, so I took it.
I moved in a couple of weeks later. Then I spent a lot of time looking at furniture, until I found a little second hand store, nearby to where I lived. I had travelled all over the city looking, but never in my backyard, so to speak. After settling the furniture, I thought something was missing. Then one day while drinking coffee on the balcony. I received an impression of greenery and I thought that plants may bring the rest of the apartment alive. So I started looking on the net at what plants would help.
I’ve never had a green thumb, or even cared for gardening for that matter. I soon as run over a flower with a lawn mower or put a driveway down, than to try and grow a plant. But, as soon as I had the impression of plants in the place, one thought kept surfacing, making this apartment and my life, come alive. It was the most important part of living in this new apartment. This was a new change for me. The weeks I toiled with the plants, reading what was suitable and what was not. But in the end I was really astonished at my ability to bring life into my world. It took a year to make everything alive, but I did it.
It was just after bringing the apartment to life, I was sitting in a dark lounge room, with only the glow from the TV to brighten my immediate area. When there was movement and from the corner of my eye, it seemed to be standing in the hall. At first I looked but no one was there. Thinking it was my imagination, I went back to watching TV and letting its soft glow surround me. Then I caught the movement again, so again I fixed my gaze to the hallway, though nothing was visible.
I couldn’t understand why I was seeing something there when there wasn’t. It puzzled me until I thought I must have been tired, so switching off the TV, I walked down the unlit hallway, to the door that opened to my room. Just as I opened the door, but stopped short of turning on the light, something moved behind me. This something gave me a feeling I couldn’t explain. It made the hair on my body rise and produced goose bumps. I couldn’t explain it, for when I turned nothing was there.
I turned on the light and enter the bedroom. I undressed myself, leaving me naked for sleep, and laid down under the blankets. I read until I felt myself start to sleep, so turning of the second of the room’s lights, I closed my eyes and let the room settle until the next morning.
I don’t know how long I’d been asleep when the strangest dream had come to me. This woman of unmistakable beauty had lay next to me on my bed. She had told me how wonderful the apartment looked, and how she came alive at such beauty. She felt that the apartment was made just for her and that she would now reward me.
This beauty had long wavy red hair. Her lips were red and full, to match her hair. Her eyes were of emerald green and took on life that brought her smile to brighten all around her. Her skin was pale and stood out against her hair. This woman was beautiful and nothing I could do would make me take my eyes off her.
The beauty had been lightly touching my cock, which now stirred from slumber. In my dream I rolled on to my back to allow her better access. Her touch was fleeting but magical, taking no time for my manhood become rigid. The beautiful woman smiled and my heart skipped, then racing to a whole new throb. As she lowered her mouth to my stiffened pole, I saw how her lips floated over it.
As she took me the feeling I got was magical, there were tingly electrical touch to the head of my cock, and something that made me feel alive. Her tongue swirled around and around, making the feeling more explicit and real. Soon her mouth was engulfing me, taking me all the way to the base of my cock. Electricity up lifted my soul, making my cock feel charged. This raised my seed through my cock, till I was ready to explode. Then as I was ready to cum, the beauty took hold of my cock with her mouth and hands until my body shook. I exploded in a wave of sensuality and intensity. My cum landed upon my body, my face, my pillow and the wall. My cock wouldn’t stop shooting the load I produced and my mind went into a bliss that was indescribable.
The dream was so real that the amount of cum that shot from my cock, found me awake instantly. I Bolted upright, looking at the cum on my stomach, around the room and wondering what just happened. I grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped myself clean. I laid back down, and started thinking what was that dream all about. Something came to me about wet dreams and I remembered it usually had to do with puberty. I let the thought go and tried to sleep, but the picture of the woman held my memory. Finally I slept and was not disturbed again until the alarm woke me up at 7am.
I got up and looked at the room again, the bunch of tissues and the marks left on the wall. I started cleaning up, but the thought of the woman came back to me. I knew that working on the plants helped, so I started working on each plant and flower, which made me happy. I talked to each one and played music that I read would actually help plants grow.
By the afternoon, the image of the woman had vanished from my mind. The feeling that I got for looking after the plants, replaced the image. I was able to enjoy the rest of the afternoon and read my book. That night I went to a friend’s place, who introduced me to a nice girl, Samantha. She seemed interesting to me, until she left without leaving me a number or any further indication of wanting to see me. So I travelled home, had a coffee, and got ready for bed. The apartment felt warm, friendly and I enjoyed living in it. I went to bed, again read part of my book, and when I felt ready I turned off the light.
I was deep asleep again when the dream of the red headed beauty came to me again. This time she was floating above me, looking down into my eyes. She thanked me for looking after the plants, and how happy she felt to be alive again. I felt safe when I told her, her smile was something that I lived to feel on my lips. At that invitation she lowered her head and touched my lips with hers. With the touch, electrical energy serge passed between us. It gave me an incredible feeling of love and arousal.
Straight away my cock rose up to its full rigidity. I looked into the eyes of this beauty of mine, and asked if she would take my manhood into her. At that the woman looked down at me, smiled and lowered her body down onto me. As my cock stood up, her pussy enveloped my manhood. The tingling sensation returned and again the electrical energy serge passed between her to me. I could not believe the feeling as her body rose and fell onto my cock. There wasn’t any other feeling, but this did not stop my cock from responding. Soon, from her movements, my cock was close to erupting into her body, and spreading my juice into a woman of beauty.
I had kept my eyes on her the whole time we fucked. I couldn’t be released from them. I know that I wanted to keep myself there always. Though in this dream I could not hold her, but, she kept her body close to me. Finally I shot my load again, and the volume was more than the night before. My ejaculation shot up and landed on my stomach, chest and hair. My cock was still pumping out cum from me, when I realised I was awake and that the figure had gone.
These dreams started to worry me, as I cleaned myself up. I had never had any problems of wet dreams before arriving in the city. As I thought about this, I came to the conclusion that the problems only started when I finished the garden. That everything that happened around the apartment happened to me. I cleaned up and laid back in bed, and thought about the first night, when I kept on thinking I saw something. Finally I fell asleep and didn’t dream for the rest of the night.
The next morning again I tendered to the plants and found they loved the attention that I gave. I decided to see my friend again. So that afternoon I travelled to my friends place. When I arrived, the Samantha girl, I met the previous evening was there waiting too. Samantha was 22 years old, long wavy Auburn hair, with hazel eyes. A slim nice figure and with what could be a lovely smile. Her skin looked taunt and fresh, which gave it a touch of beauty to it. I greeted her and asked about her day. She seemed to be evasive of me, and everything I did to have her join in conversation, didn’t help. Finally, I asked her about ghosts and strange occurrences. I asked where I would look to find such information. At that she scowled at me and gave me mocked laughter. I asked her about the sarcastic laugh, when asking about my line of enquiry.
She looked real hard at me and stated, “Yeah, so you know I study para-psychology.” I said, “What’s that about?” She gave a scornful look when she replied, “It’s the study into supernatural/psychic events and the discovery of events that would not be classed as normal, such as hauntings.” I looked at Samantha who seemed to be scoffing at me, looking down her nose at me. When she asked, “Why do you want to know about this?” I said, “I don’t think you’d believe me.” She said, “Try me.”
So I told her the story of moving into the apartment, the need to have the unit living. Then after finishing the apartment, the strange feelings that someone was there, and I could always see something out the corner of my eyes. I finished, telling her of my dreams, the erotic feelings and wet dreams I had, revealing to her I was awake just before ejaculation. Samantha seemed to be thinking about my story. She told me that if I was having a lend at her expense, she would cut my balls off.
I took a step back at her threat, and told her that I wasn’t lying, that I was worried about the weird occurrences that happened and that I could be in trouble. Samantha told she’d come over that night and start her investigation. I was happy at hearing that and asked would she like dinner. She abruptly said No. and stated further, “I’m not there to fraternise with you.” I felt wounded and self conscious. But I turn that thought off, looking at trying to be a friend. So I left telling her I’d see her later. She told me ok, and that was that. I returned home to wait for Samantha.
Part 2 the Investigation

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Mrs. Huggins, my slave neighbor

“What do you want?” I asked.
“You cock,” Mrs. Huggins replied.
“Where?”
“In my asshole,” she purred. I sat in an armchair in her bedroom, the lights turn down low, and stared at her. She was on all fours, naked, on the bed with her fat ass directed at me. She stared at the headboard, instructed not to turn and look at me, and was still. Even in the dim light and through the moderately dense curls of hair I could see her pussy glisten.
Two weeks ago I had raped her. It was an animalistic, merciless act. And she loved it. A week after she had begged for me to come see her, to give her more. That night I snuck out of my parents’ apartment and into hers. We talked for a long time that night about what happened, how we felt, and where we’d go from there.
Mrs. Huggins talked at length that night about her life with Mr. Huggins. They had some great sex, which I already knew from years of overhearing the romps, and for the two years since his death Mrs. Huggins had been awfully lonely. What really struck me was her description of their sexual relationship and how I had so inverted Mrs. Huggins prior notions. As it turns out, Mrs. Huggins had been something of a bitch to her husband. Sure they fucked a lot, which is more than many married couples can say, but she had always taken advantage of his desires to manipulate him and give herself a sense of power. Mr. Huggins only used blowjobs as foreplay, never deep throated him, and only gave up her ass on very special occasions.
Now I was here, the first man in her life that wouldn’t take no for an answer, and Mrs. Huggins discovered she loved being subjugated.
“Show me how bad you want it,” I commanded. Mrs. Huggins slid her left hand over her ass and went straight for her hole. Her middle finger swirled the rim a few times before plunging in.
“Ooo, baby, I want it in my ass!” she cooed.
“One finger? Sure doesn’t look like you want it that badly.”
“Fuck, yes, I fucking want it,” she shouted as her first finger joined her middle. Her ass easily accepted two, making me wonder if all those years she was withholding anal from her husband she had been secretly exploring it by herself.
That night, a week ago, before our talk I had plowed Mrs. Huggins’ throat. Twice. The first time I simply walked into her apartment, grabbed a handful of her hair just as she tried to move in to hug me, forced her onto her knees and went to town. Now, though she may have been playing with her ass on her own free time for all those years, her throat was truly inexperienced, and she struggled as I stuffed it. She gagged, choked, spit, coughed, heaved, and cried and each time my balls slapped her chin I could hear the sloppy sound of her raw throat hole being forced open. The second time I fucked her throat that night, after our talk, I had told her I wanted to taste her pussy. I laid on the couch and she mounted me, giving me full access to her delicious folds, and eventually she leaned down into 69 and began loving sucking my cock. Abruptly, I grabbed the back of her head and forced her down, burying myself in her. With my free hand I dug fingers into her ass, penetrating all of her holes at once, as she squirmed. The first load I’d fired into her that night had drained down her throat, the second poured out of her abused mouth and drained onto my balls. I made sure she cleaned every inch of me with her tongue before I left.
“C’mon, either show me you fucking want it or I’m out of here,” I said, lying of course.
“Awww, fuck!” Mrs. Huggins exclaimed as her ring finger pried its way in with the others. She began to gyrate her hand, making circular motions within her ass, and chanted “I want your cock in my ass!”
I leaned forward and smacked an open palm down on her right ass cheek. I watched the seismic quakes ripples through her ass, jiggle her stomach, down her legs, and even set her heavy tits into a gentle swinging motion. Mrs. Huggins had some weight on her but it was so fucking hot. Her tits were enormous, her ass was mind-boggling, and I wanted to devour every inch of her soft flesh.
“Your ass is so fat, fuck, I love it!” I couldn’t help myself.
“Fuck, Johnny, please!”
“Tell me one more time just what you want.”
“Your cock!” she urged.
“Say it right.”
“Ahhh, I want you to jam your fat cock into my fat fucking ass!” she shouted so loud I knew that neighbors had to hear.
My cock agreed with her sentiment and I stood up. I shed the necessary articles and pointed my cock at her beautiful ass. She removed her hand and readied herself.
“Did I say you could stop!” I shouted, slapping her ass so hard she fell prone on the bed. She shouted with surprise before I grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her back up. I took aim and pushed steadily, not slowing down to make the initial insertion any easier, and Mrs. Huggins swore repeatedly as my cock barged into her ass.
“Ah, fuck yes, gimme that fat cock!” she began. I pushed in as far as I could and savored the hot depths. I then gave her a quick spank and told her to get to work.
“Yeah, fuck,” she said as she began to thrust back and forth, working herself on my stationary cock. “Fuck, ow! Ah, fucking fill me, fuck, spread that ass, ahhhh, owww!” she yelped with a burst of pain each time I bottomed out but she fucked relentlessly. I spread her with both hands and watched the show as her hungry ass devoured my cock.
“That’s it slut, just like that,” I urged her on as she banged back at me wildly. Then I decided to take control. I stopped her furious motion and climbed onto the bed, standing above her wonderful ass now, and began a relentless downward assault. Mrs. Huggins was speechless, her ass no doubt on fire as I fucked her like the whore she was. I was loving every second of it, every charge and retreat from her bowels, and so was she.
I pounded her on the bed for longer than I thought possible, I couldn’t believe I’d lasted so long, and Mrs. Huggins ass had turned into a gaping, abused hole.
I pulled off of her, still not finished, and she fell in an exhausted heap. I climbed off the bed and sat back in the armchair. “Get over here slut, we’re not finished yet.”
Mrs. Huggins shambled over and stood before me. I took a minute to enjoy the sight of her body, pudgy but sexy with overwhelming tits. I slapped each of them playfully and watched her nipples respond. I don’t know why but at that moment I decided to never fuck Mrs. Huggins’ pussy. Maybe it was the thought of how she gave her husband all the pussy he wanted but didn’t let him at her ass or mouth, or maybe it was knowing that I could get nice, young, tight pussy from girls my age without much of a problem but those girls never wanted their faces or asses fucked, but for some reason I decided I would use Mrs. Huggins for my own pleasure and not give her any. I didn’t realize at the time that my deep anal explorations were giving Mrs. Huggins new and more wonderful pleasures than her years of vaginal sex had ever uncovered.
“Turn and bend,” I ordered. Mrs. Huggins did as she was told, putting her ass in my face and practically touching her toes. I saw her asshole, usually a cute tan little hole, now the shade of red that indicated abrasion and open as wide as a quarter. I guided her hips down and lifted mine to meet hers until she had sunk onto my cock again. This entry it met no resistance. I told her to start fucking me and in this position she bounced her gloriously fat ass on my lap, the most perfect sight.
I leaned back and watched the show, Mrs. Huggins’ legs straining and her ass jiggling as she pumped herself on me. The sensation was smooth and silky and soon I felt my climax approaching.
“Get over her and suck my cock,” I commanded.
“But it’s been up my ass, I’m not putting it in my mouth!” Mrs. Huggins protested.
I spanked her fat ass hard, very hard. “What did I tell you last week?”
“That every time you cum, I have to swallow it,” Mrs. Huggins whimpered.
“That’s fucking right, so get over and suck!”
Mrs. Huggins frowned. “Can’t you just shoot it on my tongue or in my hand or something?”
I was sick of the conversation and ready to cum. “Get over here, bitch!” I grabbed a handful of hair and swung her around, popping her off my cock and dropping her to her knees. I gave her jaw a firm but not violent slap. “Now open.”
Mrs. Huggins did, slowly and reluctantly, and her eyes pleaded for me not to do it. She must have understood by now that that only made it better.
I pushed her face down and she engulfed my cock, emitting a disgusted moan as she did. After two or three downward sucks my cum was rising and I forcefully buried myself in her, holding her head with both hands and bellowing as my load rushed through me.
I pumped hard and knew that I was drowning her, a torrent of cum pouring down her throat and backing up into her mouth. “You better get used to that flavor,” I said between blasts, “the taste of your ass and my cum, awwww fuck yes, ‘cause you’re going to be eating it like this a lot!” I finally finished, a solid stream of cum flowing down her chin. I let her free and she fell back against the bed, gasping and gagging.
I stood up and gave her jaw another firm tap to get her attention. “See you next weekend,” I said, gathering up my clothes.

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A fantasy come true

This is the story of one of my longest fantasies told from the perspective of the guy. Some of this is true but most of it unfortunately isn’t. Enjoy!