Chapter 38 - (THE RING) Male!YOU vs Samara Morgan!
Author's Notes: For the homie RobBob, who won my mini-contest and now reaps the reward! In which the cursed video tape gives you not seven days before some ghost girl kills you, but in fact a hot babe who'll lull you into her lewd world...
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You really don't buy into the hype. It's just a video tape, nothing special, but the guy who gave it to you had a hauntingly fearful look in his eyes, whispering of curses and demons, staring at the thing like it would sprout teeth and bite his head off. Must be a horror flick then, and a pretty good one to scare someone that good. Or at least, he could put on a good act about it.
Either way, you probably shouldn't be accepting video tapes from strangers.
But whatever. Just a random encounter, and hey, you get a new film out of it. Not bad. The journey home goes quickly, and once you're settled in and comfortable, you figure you might as well see what it's all about. Into the VCR it goes, just a regular tape with a white label stating 'Seven' upon it. Doesn't seem so bad at all at first glance. Of course, whatever's on the thing itself could prove to be the true horror.
The TV flickers on as the VCR processes the newcomer, and you sit with anticipation as the screen darkens, registering whatever's on the tape and then... and then blurry images appear. You raise an eyebrow, bewildered, for nothing about this seems horrifying or demonic; it's just a bunch of random greyish images of... trees? Yes, trees. An old barn, its door ajar. Grassy fields. A stone well. And then blackness, lit only by a meagre ring of light. Somewhat beautiful, but otherwise unimpressive.
You roll your eyes. This whole thing is such bullcrap; not at all the horror flick you might have expected. That guy must have been tripping on mad drugs or something, because he-
Oh wait.
The images shift again, and in front of that stone wall, a woman stands. You can't see her face, for cascades of pitch-black hair cover it, slick and glossy as if soaked, but you can see the rest of her. Shoddy as the image is, you see the details of her tall and curvaceous figure through the near see-through cover of a blank white dress she wears. It too seems like it was wet, and all the better for you can see all the sweet details of this beautiful female.
Her long legs are luscious and wondrous, with firm taut thighs, smoothly shifting down to her soft feet upon the grass and up to her wide hips. Her slender waist sweetly curved in and outwards to her torso, slim shoulders moving to her tender arms. She came across as ghostly, waifish, some ethereal beauty beyond mortal imagining almost.
And damn, is she packing some swell breasts, an intensely luscious bosom that had be about D-cup levels, with the faint perk of nipples amidst her dress. And then, the sweet roundness of her ass, so bubbly and inviting, proved just as swell. Quite a dream girl almost, and one that has you staring with impressed wonder. Did a girl like this even exist? Surely she must, for she is on the video, but then, how old is the video? Hard to say.
She barely moves, save for an idle and alluring sway of her hips. There's a certain gleam to her, both in hair and dress, and you're pretty damn sure she's been soaked, maybe by water from the well. It doesn't make much sense, to be honest, but she is pretty damn hot, and probably hotter when soaking wet.
Not bad. Not bad at all. Pretty hot chick indeed, though the setting was weird as all heck. You watch a few moments, approvingly assessing her sweet body and deeming her a solid 9/10, subtracting a point only because you can't see her face. Heck, she might be a butterface for all you know. Well, she did have a nice mysterious air at least, and you wonder what compelled her and someone else to film her standing wet and oddly before a well.
Eh, some people have odd kinks.
You watch for a few minutes longer, wondering if anything else might occur. But no, the hot babe just stands before the wall, swaying her hips and showing off her hot body beneath her wet dress. It's quite a pleasant sight, even if somewhat odd, and again you wonder how this could be so horrifying as to scare the pants off of some guy. He must have been joking, 'cause watching this hot babe sway is the opposite of horrifying.
Matter of fact, it's quite... enthralling.
You watch her sway, admire her body, and it starts a poignant stirring in your groin. Seems your other head is finding the view just as nice, and now the faint sparks of arousal become stronger, inspired by such an intriguing and mysterious woman, soaked and lovely and oh so busty.
Oof, getting stronger indeed. Seems like the more you stare at this immensely attractive babe and her odd little dance, the more excitable your buddy down below gets. Not that you would be surprised, because the girl is hot as heck, but it does come on pretty quickly. You consider the fact you're starting to tent in your pants as you return your gaze to the woman, just in time for her dress to get a bit stuck on her chest and really emphasis those pert nipples jutting out.
The ache starts to become a lot more potent, a lot needier, and you give an idle sigh as you shuffle back and undo the buttons on your jeans. Maybe the video wasn't horrifying, but it did seem pretty quick to get you up and eager. A quick unzip, a brief pulling down of the jeans and then you shrug down the boxers to allow your stiffening dick release. The firm shaft perks up, delighted to be free, and then your eyes focus on the swaying woman as your hand encloses your shaft.
Gentle strokes up and down your shaft you indulge in, watching the woman sway, admiring how her wet dress sticks to her luscious form, all but bares her impressive tits and voluptuous ass and every other sweet bit of her. Even the glossy hair covering her face has a rather intriguing element to it, spurring you on as you idly jerk off to her.
A bit weird, getting so swiftly aroused over an old video with a hot babe; she's not exactly fondling herself or showing her cunt or other kind of extravagant pornographic stuff. But heck, you've jerked off to weirder videos; at least a girl in a wet dress was a bit less outrageous than a futa supermodel duo fucking a pilot or that one where an alien with tits got a guy to 'anal probe' her.
You continue your idle masturbation as you watch the video, enjoying the sweet sight of the gorgeous gal. A pity the video wasn't in colour, really, but damn did she look good anyway. Good enough to have you fap and fap away, fuelled by her mysterious wonder and utter hotness, those huge tits and sweet ass clung to so nicely by that wet dress.
Ooh, very good indeed. So good, that you just might-
A quick burst of cum suddenly shoots out, and you sigh with satisfaction when the white globules splatter down onto the lowered boxers, darkening the grey as they're absorbed into the clothing. Well, that had been quick. But then, she is hot. Another sigh, contented, and you slip off trousers and pants alike to take them to the washing machine. You needed to change anyway, so it was all good.
As you finish cleaning up, as you get some new trousers on, you become aware of the phone ringing. Its loud jingle is a bit jarring after a sweet jack-off to a quiet video, but you muster up the willpower to go and answer it. Picking it up with a sigh, you then hold it close and ask: "Hello?"
A voice, soft and feminine, responds, gently and sultrily: "Seven days..."
Before you could even consider the statement or ask who the hell it was, the line goes dead. You listen to it for a moment, simply bewildered, before you put the phone down at it. You stare at it briefly, but it does nothing else. Huh, odd. Probably a prank call or some crap. Well, whatever. You return your attention to the TV; the woman's still swaying, and you wonder if the video is just a repeat of the same scene over and over.
Well, it was still hot. Weird phone-calls weren't going to change that. You shrug off any sense of unease it might have produced, before moving over to switch off the TV. The night was coming on, and you'd better get to bed. Maybe you'll see more of that video tomorrow, see if the babe does anything else.
Eh, you figure you can fap to her regardless.
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It's a bit odd, but as the days go on, you've been coming back to that video a lot more often. Every day, maybe two or three times per the day, you get the TV on, get the video rolling, and get your dick out for the beautiful gal. It's like an urge, a calling, one that coerces you to sit before the TV, watching that beautiful and mysterious woman flaunting her amazing body whilst you masturbate to her. There's just something about it, about her, that really gets you off really well.
But more than the video, there are dreams. Each night, you find your mind is visited again and again by the sweet woman, voluptuous and wondrous, curvy and busty, draped in her wet dress. She dances for you, an enticing and arousing dance that has your heart thrumming and your cock stiffer than mountains. She touches herself, fondling her own massive breasts, rubing her thighs together, teasing fingers
But no matter how much you dream of her, you never see her face. Always hidden under glossy back hair. A true enigma, and you find yourself hoping you will see it one day. Is her face beautiful? Monstrous? You don't know. You want to know…
Honestly, at this point you're starting to wonder if the guy who gave you the video was onto something about things getting a bit demonic. There's nothing horrific or painful or anything like that, but jeez, the way you keep thinking of that video, of the beautiful woman on it, the way you keep masturbating to her, thinking about her, dreaming about her... Maybe it was kind of demon ploy, a succubus or whatever out for your soul. Unnerving, but yet, not unappetising.
You remember the phone call, the soft feminine voice that whispered 'seven days' to you. Perhaps it is some kind of warning, a curse even, that when seven days have passed, you might just wind up dragged into hell or something. Such a thought should really frighten you, but that chick is just so hot that you just can't resist her.
If she's the one who'll drag you to hell, then fuck, you won't complain. Could be a lot worse.
Eventually, after a continual cycling of watching the girl, fapping to the girl and dreaming about the girl, the seventh day comes. Even as the morning rays begin filtering through the window of your bedroom, your eyes snap open and you realize a new day for that wondrous woman has arrived. You're already quite eager, having spent the night dreaming of watching her fondle herself, and now is the time to see if that seventh day stuff had any merit to it.
You don't even bother with clothes as you rush to the living room (your house, your rules!), simply eager to reunite with that lovely woman, so to speak. Some part of you considers that it's a bit pathetic to get so worked over a mere recording, but fuck she's just too hot and dreamy (literally) to resist!
The TV flickers on, the VCR powers up and you idly plop down before it, body bristling with anticipation and penis already stiffening. The hottest gal you've ever seen is but mere moments away from you, and you oh so desire to see her again. Man, you just can't get enough of her, just can't get enough of getting off to that gorgeous woman. Maybe you're a bit desperate, but who cares?
The screen shifts from crackling black to the familiar grey. The odd sights go by, the trees, the barn, the ring and then the well. And right before it, the lustrous beauty stands. You've watched her and dreamt of her for a week, yet every time you see her you can't help but be struck by her wondrous form, her feminine perfection, her impressive bust and butt all over again. It's as if every time you see her you relive the wonder of the first time you saw her.
Maybe you're getting too sentimental. But whatever. She's there on the screen, swaying that beautiful underneath that soaked clingy dress, and your hand grasps your meat as you prepare to beat it handily to the sexy enigma. God does she make you horny, and damn if you wouldn't ever want to stop getting a lovely jerk off of her.
You stroke yourself idly, enjoyably, as you watch her sway. It's an alluring wee dance, serpentine and enthralling, and you could just watch it for days on end. You have watched it for days on end, but it sure as heck isn't getting old. Or less sexy.
Ah, how you do enjoy this. Just stroking your dick, watching the gorgeous gal moving on the screen, so lustrous and wonderful. That a woman like her ever existed gives you sweet faith in all the world around you-
And then she moves.
Your eyes widen with surprise, jerking briefly halting when she does something other than swaying; she takes a few measured steps forward, towards the camera, her long legs moving with all the grace of a supermodel. Her hair still hides her face, still hides her eyes, but something tells you that maybe, just maybe, she's looking directly at you. Not just directly at the camera, directly at any and all watching through it.
You don't know if that's creepy or arousing. Either way, your meat remains hard as stone.
She moves a bit closer, still swaying her hips ever so invitingly, and whatever gaze lies under her hair is making you tremble slightly. It's like you can feel it, feel her stare as she moves towards the camera, as if she knows how much you masturbate to her. The beauty stops mere feet from the screen, and you can better see how her wet dresses clings to her womanly wonders, before she kneels down and leans forward slightly, her breasts swaying so lusciously as she does so.
And then, as her hair drapes down like a curtain, her hands reach up and grab at her tits. The screen flickers a bit, and then you see how firmly the gorgeous girl is fondling herself; she grapples with her hefty breasts, shifting them to and fro, pushing them together and squeezing at them so nicely. Such breast-play is astonishingly luscious, and you promptly get back to jerking off as you watch the babe touch herself in awe.
Now this is really kinky. Maybe you've finally reached an unfound milestone in the video where she got a bit more interactive, and you fap more firmly as you lick your lips, enticed by the beauty. This is exceptionally wondrous, interactive even, how she seems to squeeze at her massive breasts in time to each stroke of your dick, her fingers kneading past the wet dress into her doughy flesh as she fondles herself. It's so lovely, so enticing, and you keep having to wet your lips in appreciation for her.
The seven day marker is proving even sweeter than you could have ever thought. Now she's getting into it, really getting into it. You can practically hear the moans she must be giving as she gropes her massive tits, how the gorgeous gal must gasp so lusciously as those big jugs shift and jiggle in her grasp. Makes you wish you could have a hold on them, that you could be juggling those sweet boobs.
You sigh contentedly as you maintain your fond stroking of your shaft, feeling the sweet pleasures tickling through you. Ah, it's always good to jerk off to this gal; whether she has some supernatural appeal or not, it's just an exceptionally rewarding scenario indeed.
But wait, she's moving again. Releasing her bosom, she's on all fours now, swaying her body from side to side, most especially her ass. Were there to be someone behind her, they'd be see that sweet bubble butt shifting enticingly before them, and you really wish you could be getting a look at that.
But then she crawls forward, closer to the screen. Her damp hair is soon close enough to the screen that it's pretty much all you can see of the babe. Something more interactive now, more so than just fondling herself? You gotta find out.
Intrigued, you shuffle forward a bit yourself, closer to the TV, to see if maybe she's close enough that you could catch a glimpse of her face. Nothing yet, for the glossy curtain hides her extremely well, but maybe there's a certain glint in there. You maintain your stroking of your shaft, idly imagining what kind of pretty face might be behind that hair, or maybe how even shinier her hair would get if someone were to shoot some spunk onto it.
Then one of her arms reach up, and her hand tenderly strokes around the rim of the screen. Intriguing; you wonder if whoever recorded this video had been one of the first to attempt a kinky sort of viewer-video play gimmick or something. Man, if she got any closer, she'd be bumping into the camera.
Her hand strokes around the screen some more, and then the screen flickers and then… and then…
Your eyes widen in completely and utter shock, disbelief, as a faint light emits around where her hand touches the screen… and then her hand starts to move out of the screen. You see it right before your eyes, her appendage slowly and surely emerging from the TV into the room. It stretches forward, skin a ghostly pale white, faintly glinting with wetness, and flexes the fingers, idly feeling at the warm air of the room.
You don't know whether to panic, to jump back and flee far away, to turn off the TV or anything like that! Frozen with shock, you sit and stare at her hand idly waving from the TV, idly feeling at the air. All too clear does it become in regards to what the guy who gave you this meant by 'demonic and horrifying'. Was this it? Some curse where the woman burst out of the TV and devoured your soul or something? Were you really just going to sit and stare with your life potentially on the line?!
And then her fingers curled around, not forming a fist but making a cylinder impression, and then, slowly and meaningfully, she bobs her hand up and down. The unmistakable gesture of a hand-job.
Suddenly, it doesn't so demonic or horrifying anymore. Her hand shifts as if it were beating some meat, occasionally stretching her fingers to teasingly beckon you to her. You've never heard of any curse where the ghostly creature opted to try and jerk off a guy, but then, you've never seen a ghostly creature so hot and sensual as this babe. And now she'd fucking defied every physical law you knew to offer up a hand-job.
Well, nothing ventured, right?
Cautiously, slowly, you release your dick, rock-solid despite the brief sensations of fear, and rises up onto your knees. You shift closer to her hand, close to the pale appendage, and tentatively you offer her your hard dick. She sways past the tip, fingers brushing at the head, before she senses your willingness and sees fit to reward you.
Her fingers wrap around your shaft gently, rather cool and wet as if she'd had a dip in that well before doing anything, and then you give a soft moan as she promptly strokes up your length. She feels you gently, tenderly, assessing your size, thickness, warmth, and perhaps she likes what she feels, for she wastes no time in playfully tightening her grip and jerking you off a touch more firmly.
You're left groaning with pleasure as she strokes at your cock with impressive speed and skill, shifting up and down with luscious skill. The wetness adds a cool slick sensation to her work as she sends such delightful sensations of pleasure through you. She's as good at actually pleasing you as she is at arousing you, and you're positively thrilled at such a wondrous gal making you feel so good.
Again and again she strokes your length, playfully squeezing and teasing it at, rubbing her fingers over the slick tip, and she makes you groan so nicely. Even through a TV this chick can jerk with the best of them, and the way she can just get you so nice and aroused, get your shaft feeling such wondrous sensations, is downright amazing.
Holy shit, is this pretty damn incredible. The hottest chick ever, the one you've jerked it to for a week, is fucking reaching out of the TV and giving you a hand-job. You have no idea what reality even is anymore, only that you exceptionally this hot babe stroking up and down your shaft like a pro.
Could this get any better?
As she jerks you off, she leans forward, and once more you behold the utter supernatural wonder of the woman emerging from the TV. Her other hand emerges, slides down to the floor to steady her, and then her glossy mass of wet hair draws out of the TV, dripping water onto the carpet. It's utterly stunning to see a hot chick emerging from your TV, but considering her slick hand is still fondling your dick, you really can't be bothered to be unnerved.
More of her comes out, her neck, her shoulders, the hanging swell of her breasts, before she pauses. Taking a deep breath, soft and feminine and rather soothing, she gives a faint coo as she tenderly squeezes at your soft, making you gasp a bit in pleasure, before pushing herself up a bit, her breasts swaying beneath the dripping of her wet dress.
Maybe this would get better indeed. Seems the whole package is coming out to play. Maybe you should be unnerved, but you're just too turned on by this sweet chick to be afraid. As you stare, transfixed, at her emergence, her head tilts up and her hair finally falls back.
At last, you see her face, and my are you transfixed by the wonder you see before you. She's completely and utterly beautiful, her face more akin to an angel over some TV spectre. The sweetest heart shape to it, the exotic pale skin, greyish lips as plush as pillows, a cute button nose, and such tender eyes that gleam an eerie white. They might seem odd, but the way she gazes at you, smiles at you, is just so tender, so loving, that your heart seems to just melt under her gaze.
You don't know what you've done to deserve such sweet supernatural sensuality, but by all that was holy are you thankful for whatever it was. She's every bit as lovely in the face as she is in the body, and now she's here before you, and that sweet smile of hers clearly is asking for more than just tender admiration.
Daringly, you shift your hips to move your cock, still embraced in her hand, towards her lips. She glances down, idly notes the rounded tip, slick with pre-cum, aiming at her, and her smiles widens. Her white eyes gleam more brightly before one gives you a wink, and then without hesitating she opens her mouth and wraps that luscious lips of hers right around the tip of your penis.
You tilt your head back and give a sharp gasp of ecstasy as her hot mouth encompasses your sensitive shaft, lovingly stimulated by her hand so far. Such a lustrous cavern, wet and eager, with such soft lips shifting over your flesh. Ooh, it's astonishing, outstanding, so damn enthralling, and you sink into the sweet pleasure as potently as your cock sinks into her sweet mouth. You can feel her tongue licking up to tease at your tip, lick it clean of white dribbles, and you relish it so damn much.
Seven days, what a fucking wonder!
Your hands grasp at her hair, slick and wet and black as a raven, and holds on tightly as she bobs up and down on your cock. The succulent groans she gives as she relishes your meat is positively enthralling, her utter enthusiasm in going down on you, and part of you considers how right you were to so fervently masturbate to and dream of her.
Ooh, she's ever bit as good at sucking cock as she was at stroking it, and you gasp with relish as her sweet lips shift up and down, her sweet tongue tenderly licking at your tip. Such ecstatic bursts of pleasure flow through you as she fellates you, her hand stroking whatever wasn't in her mouth, and you gasp again and again as you delight in such utter euphoria, spurring her on to suck more fervently.
Your hips jerk instinctively, idly thrusting into her mouth, and she groans more heavily as you take all of her with gusto. She times her sucks well with your thrusts, aiming to sweeten the time spent out of her and then lull you back in with hungered licks. The way her body shudders as she stimulates you is positively enthralling, and you just adore the sweet sensations of euphoria dazzling your very nerves!
It's just so insanely good, for this hot babe's top half leaning out of the flickering screen of your TV, ghostly and ethereal, so she can suck you off. Her faint muffled moans are testament to her own enjoyment, her own pleasure, and she just sucks and sucks as if her life depended on it.
Ooh, fuck, the way she's going, it won't be long before she'll make you cum. You can feel it boiling inside, the sweet sensation of intense satisfaction rising up like magma within a volcano, a boiling and burning wonder that demands release, demands satiation. You groan more fervently as her fervent suckling builds up that heat within so nicely
Perhaps she senses it too, for her stroking becomes more firm and her sucking becomes more swift. The hot ghost TV babe is assuredly eager for your cum, and doesn't send just a luscious surge of delight through you? Any chick hungry for cum is a massive turn-on, especially if she's right in the middle of sucking your dick.
Well then, if that's what she wants!
Gripping her wet hair tightly, you give into the heat with relish, giving a holler of ecstasy as you unleash a potent spurt of cum right into her mouth. She moans heavily as warm fluids spill into her, relishing the potent salty taste basking over her tongue. You keep on thrusting into her, pouring more into her, giving her all the cum she could want!
Without hesitation, she swallows down every bit of spunk you pour into her, groaning with pleasure as she drinks the salty treat. Her body shudders, her hand trembles and her tits sway as she enjoys your spunk, her luscious muffled purrs making you feel so sweet as you empty your nuts into her mouth. She keeps on sucking, keeps on licking and she swallows your load so greedily!
You'd figured she was eager, mysterious and sensual, but you never beg her for a cum-loving slut. Fuck did this just get better and better with each goddamn passing second!
It's only a quick burst, mind you, and thus your load soon comes to a stop, leaving you gasping and groaning as you fall back onto your butt, cock slipping from her lips with a sweet popping sound. Fuck, you can't remember the last time you gave such an intense burst, such an overwhelming sense of euphoria. This woman, this mysterious and ghostly woman capable of popping out the damn TV, is utterly exceptional.
The lovely lady herself gives a soft gasp and a purr as she leans back a bit, smiling amusedly at your wee fall. She licks her lips, satisfied with the short but potent stream of hot cum she'd drunk, and idly sways a bit on her heads, her massive breasts hanging below jiggling nicely in turn. Seems she's pretty pleased with how you tasted, how you'd came, and her sweet smile and gleaming eyes speak highly of her enjoyment.
Well, that just makes it all the more nicer. It's so much better when a sweet girl has a good time.
You gaze at her in wonder as she props herself up a bit, locking those white eyes onto yours. For the briefest second, her beautiful face is all you can comprehend, her lovely smile is all you can see, and then her hand rises up and beckons you forward. Such a lustrous creature is so inviting, so wonderful, that you can't resist leaning forward a bit and stretching your hand out to her.
Her white eyes seem to gleam with satisfaction, glowing so brightly, and then glowing brighter still. The light spreads out, overtaking your vision, enveloping you, and then-
And then you are sat in a field.
You give a squeak of shock when you feel soft grass and earth underneath you, feel the cool breeze of fresh air wash over you. The sky is blue, a grand forest ripples in the wind, and before you stands a stone well, old and grey yet still standing strong.
Stunning as it is, you realize that you're within the video itself, or at least the place where it was shot. This is where you'd first seen her on the screen, where she'd first put her sweet charms upon you, seduced you like a succubus or a siren or any other luscious monster out to have men catering to them.
Wow. Trippy.
The grass flutters in the wind, and then you're drawn by a flash of white. You turn your head, and the sweet woman stands before you, glossy black hair and dress waving in the wind as she smiles down at you. In full, her lustrous body proves even more stunning, her lithe and curvaceous body standing before you on long legs, bearing her impressive hips, her immense breasts. The way she smiles is enthralling, the way her eyes gleam seem almost magical, and you can find no words to describe her raw beauty.
She must be a ghost, a demon, or anything like that. Her pale skin, her powers, those glowing eyes, they are strictly telling of a supernatural creature. But she's so beautiful, so wondrous, such a sweet and tender woman that you can't even imagine her being some kind of demonic entity.
Plus she sucked you off and swallowed your jizz. She clearly can't be all bad, if bad at all!
The woman stands above you, idly assessing you, and then her smile widens. Her hand slowly moves up, and then gives a brief flick. As if on command, her dress seems to dissipate, peeling off of her slick body and exposing her bare form at last. You watch with awe as her grand frame is revealed in full, from the swell of her immense bosom tipped with the dark greyish nipples, to the curvature of her groin, the puffed swell of her labia guarded by an elegant swathe of short slick hair.
You just stare in utter wonder at her nude body, her pale skin slick with water and glinting so prettily in the sunlight. She's positively heavenly, utterly wonderful, and she smiles so sweetly at you, so invitingly. Seems she's not just settled for sucking cock, if the subtle way she spreads her legs a bit and sways her hips seem to say.
Ooh, no mistaking it. She wants to fuck. And you know what? So do you. Your cock's still stiff, not at all dissuaded by busting a load into her mouth, and you know you gotta stick it right in her pussy.
The beautiful woman saunters towards you, every step akin to the precision of a supermodel on the catwalk, and you sit back a bit, settled nicely on the grass as your dick stands tall and proud for her. You smile back at her, inviting her, and the spectral woman licks her lips in anticipation, her sweet ethereal expression flashing with a potent desire.
Up close, you can see how her puffy labia encompasses her luscious cunt, a rim of dark greyish flesh that glistens brightly with fluids. Whether water or pussy juice, you can't quite say. But what you can say is that it makes for one awesome snatch.
She stops just before you, and then she straddles you, lowering herself down towards you, and your arms reverently come upwards to hold her at her slender waist. Her skin is impossibly smooth, quite warm despite the wetness, and so slick. You murmur in wonder for how utterly exotic she was, and she purrs softly as your hands stroke at her. Her own hands grasp your shoulders, steadying her nicely as she lowered herself further and further, bringing her warm cunt so much closer to your shaft.
You both hold each other close, her breasts pushing into your chest like grand pillows, and you gaze deeply into her intoxicatingly loving white eyes. She's just so wondrous, so warm and beautiful, and you're utterly enthralled by her. You want her so badly, want to be inside her heat so badly, and you groan for her.
She gives only a soft smile, and then she lowers down and envelops your penis within the confines of her pussy.
It's a slick union, an easy push of your tip past her rim and into her canal, a union that has both of you gasping in wonder for the utterly enticing sensations that surge through your bodies. Your very nerves seem to burn as you sink so deeply into her cunt, feeling her heat shift all around your dick. It's even warmer and wetter than her mouth, even more intently pleasuring, and you gasp in utter euphoria.
Truly, she is perfect in every fucking way.
As you fully hilt into her, the beautiful ghostly woman leans in to kiss you, muffling your groans with her sweet lips on yours. It doesn't last long, but it does tell you how deeply she wants this, how intensely she's being pleasured, and when she withdraws, you waste no time in starting to bounce her up and down on your shaft.
Ooh, the way her slick sheath shifts over your penis is positively astonishing! It's like sinking into a hot furnace of tight wetness, firm muscles bulging around your length as you pull out and then push back in. You grind over her sweet innards, feeling the delicious wonders of euphoria surging through her nerves, and you moan in utter relish. She's so fucking hot, so fucking lovely around you, and you fuck her more fervently.
She's been such an allure these past seven days, such an utterly enthralling girl. The way she groans and moans atop you, clinging to you, relishing you fucking her, it's utterly amazing. You've masturbated to her for a week, dreamed of her, and now reality as you know it has been straight defied so that you can have sex with her, please her. The least you could for the pleasure she's given you over the week.
Ooh, yes, assuredly the least you could do. You want to fuck her hard, fuck her senseless, just cum deep inside her and let her know exactly how much you appreciate her ghostly beauty!
Gasping in wonder, one of her hands slips from your shoulder to grasp at her right breast. Cupping the hefty orb, she holds it to you, a silent please for more pleasure, and you instantly respond by leaning to take the hard nipple into your mouth. Her sweet taste, wet with water and warm with passion, dazzles your taste buds so lovingly, and you promptly start suckling on her tit as potently as you fuck her cunt.
Ah fuck, her tit is as sweet as the rest of her, and your lips hold it tightly as you pound her, sucking it hard as you nail her. She slides up and down your shaft, groaning with ecstasy as the pleasures of both your shaft pounding her and your warm mouth suckling fervently on her damp tit. It's so fucking good, so fucking wondrous, and she adores it so much, adores your rampant debauchery!
Fuck, fuck it's so goddamn good! You fuck harder, bouncing her voluptuous spectral body up and down on your dick, sucking on her tit throughout it all. Such wondrous pleasure surging through you like lightning, such exotic sensations that satiate you so damn potently. Your ghostly TV gal is every bit as excellent in the flesh as she was on the screen, and that you could ever be blessed to experience such joys with. That you could feel such heat building inside, spurred on by her hot cunt shifting over your shaft.
You release her tit, left gasping and groaning as the heat builds up more powerfully, more potently. It won't be long before you cum, the way her sweet cunt shifts up and down over you. She moans heavily, probably close herself, gasping for you to satisfy her so deeply, so carnally!
As if you could resist that. You'll give her every bit you have, and you won't stop until she's filled to the brim.
Again and again you thrust into her, pound her, grunting with exertion as her slick body grinds against yours, her sweet snatch getting hotter and hotter. Her muscles contract around your length, squeezing it so nicely, making you gasp. It's so intense, so luscious, that you barely hold on.
Just a bit more, a bit more. You thurst into her more, fuck her harder, slam her sweet spectral snatch harder. She dragged you through a fucking TV for you to fuck her, and you'll give her everything you have.
More and more, more and more, her cunt gets tighter, hotter! The pleasure builds inside, so powerful, so potent! And then, with a final cry, you burst for her.
She gives a squeal of utter ecstasy as you cum inside of her, clutching you tightly as she relishes in the potent flow of hot seed surging deep inside of her. You groan into her heavy breasts as she shifts and shudders upon you, her snatch so hot and tight around your shaft as you pump more and more of your spunk into her. It's all so much, all so wondrous and you wonder how you haven't just outright died from raw ecstasy.
The beauty relishes it, relishes in every bit of thick seed spewing into her, spewing right into her very womb. She feels so hot, so full, so utterly overwhelmed by pleasure, and she gasps with utter reverence as she copes with it all, rubbing your face between her breasts as she does. Such utter passion she has for this, and you briefly wonder if she's ever done this before.
Ah well. You got to fuck her, cum inside her, and that's the beauty of it all.
Your flow soon peters out, leaving only dribbles sliding into her hot cunt, and she's left panting with soft exertion as you finish up. You murmur softly into her chest, her huge tits comfortably nuzzled around your face so softly, and just hold her close as you both come down from your high. The orgasm had proved pretty intense, and you just want a moment just to cuddle and calm with her.
Seems she enjoys that, the way you tenderly stay linked and clung to her. She purrs softly, approvingly, as if thankful for taking this time to satisfy you. You simply smile as you nuzzle her breasts a bit, stroking hands down her wet back. Your pleasure, very pleasured. Not bad at all.
You lean back so that you might look at her, feeling her sweet body so slick and warm against hers, and her ghostly white eyes gaze into yours with a kind of deep and wondrous adoration. It's so beautiful, so enthralling, like the sweetest spell of all. You groan softly, so reverent of her, and you lean in to kiss her, warm lips pressing together in an intimate union that has your very soul burning with wonder.
But then the world seems to tilt, the sky seems to fade, and you realize you're moving, floating, towards the well. You pull back, surprised, and glance at her in shock. She smiles gently, conveying a reassuring promise of safety and wonder, but her eyes darken, insidiously so. Fear flickers within you for a brief second, fear of the well, of her dark eyes, but then her hips roll over yours, shifting your dick within her so nicely, and the flickers of pleasure evaporate your fear.
Really, you don't really care anymore. If the babe wants to go down a well, fine. You're inside her, your cum is inside her, and you've adored fucking her. She may be some kind of demon, a ghost, whatever the fuck she is, but she's the hottest babe you've ever seen and you've been utterly blessed to have boned her.
Groaning softly, relishing her heat, her wonderful body, you thus offer no resistance as she draws you to the rim of the well, holding you above the darkness. Together, you sink into the damp depths of the structure, deep into the cold. Her body keeps you warm throughout the plunge, and her tender gaze keeps you happy, content, without fear or worries anymore. She guides deep into her world, as the gleam of the sun is sealed off by a lid sliding over the well, leaving only a mere ring of light above.
Seems you were dragged into hell after all. But now you realise it's its own sweet form of heaven.
At the bottom of the well there is a pool water a few inches deep, and there your slow fall ends. Secure and stable once more, she coos gently to you, and you know what she wants, as if it's transplanted into your brain; she's lonely down in this well, a ghost with no friends, and she wants you to be with her, to ensure she'll never be lonely again.
Well now, how could you refuse?
Planting your feet into the cool water, you lift her up and press her against the wet stone, renewing your thrusting inside of her. She moans with happiness as you give into your desires, your lust, eager to fuck her more and more. Deep in the well, your passion will carry on, you will make love to the spectral beauty again and again, and it will carry on forever...