Sluts of Amity Park
Chapter Eleven: Haunted Studio
The sounds of a metal rattling resounded in an old building overviewing Amity Park from a small hill, the place had been abandoned for several decades and according to rumors was haunted, quite often the neighbors claimed to hear strange moaning at late hours of the night accompanied by random hellish shrieks along with seeing strange shadows lurking through the building, this knowledge prompted two amateur ghost hunters to venture to the construction and find out if the rumors were true. The door creaked as it slowly opened followed by bright flashlights that broke the dark showing a dusty interior, a circular desk by the far corner with a company logo on the back could be seen, though the passing of years had taken down the name saved for the partial silhouette of a woman's face seen from the side, the lights then move over to a couch and a water cooler that still had some water of doubtful usage.
"Good job, Tucker. I knew you could pick the lock."- A girly voice said from the dark.
"Don't you dare say it's because I'm black."- Tucker replied sternly moving his flashlight over to the girl.
It was then that a young teenager, no older than fourteen going by the name Sam Manson, stepped into the beam of light, despite the late hour dressed in a black blouse that hugged her growing breasts but left her flat belly exposed, the black checkered skirt was relatively shorter than normal showing the outline of her large and well-rounded butt, something that most of her high school peers and a few teachers of doubtful moral immensely enjoyed, a gun holster rested on her hips which kept an odd-looking gun and finally, purple stockings complemented with heavy combat boots completed her outfit.
The girl walked around investigating her surroundings as best she could with the use of a Fenton ghost tracker. Unfortunately, the device had yet to pick up any sort of paranormal activity, something most ironic considering Amity Park to be the capital of ghost encounters where such creatures could be seen roaming around the shopping malls during the late hours of the night, sometimes even during the day. Sam and her best friend Tucker Foley had come across more than one ghost at their school and even helped their heroic friend Danny Phantom fight such spirits on many occasions. The two teens were far from being hard ghost hunters but helped as best they could, far too many times Danny had to remind them it wasn't a game or an adventure but dangerous work.
"Tracker ain't picking up anything yet. Let's go further inside."- Sam said while looking at the heavy device.
"Sam, we shouldn't be on patrol, we're not even getting paid to do this besides, Danny said we should take the night off."- Tucker said as he came closer to Sam unable to stop himself from looking at her butt. "Maybe you could, I don't know, get a longer skirt."- the teen added while looking at the line that composed Sam's buttocks.
"I know Danny wants to chill out after the fight he had with Plasmius but how are we gonna make ghost hunters if we're always hiding under Danny's skirt? Speaking of which, what's wrong with mine."- Sam said as she continued moving the tracker around.
"First of all, phrasing, Danny doesn't wear a skirt, but I get what you mean, but I still think we should call him, and second, I don't wanna be a ghost hunter. With this looks, that's criminal."- Tucker said as he scanned the goth's developing body. "And third, you're alone in an abandoned building with a teenage boy. Do you really wanna be showing me your butt?"- Tucker added as Sam turn over to him.
"Oh, Tuckey. You and I both know you're not putting your hands on me. You're not that kind of a guy, and I trust you."- Sam teased as she gently poked Tucker's chest before moving further to the door leaving Tucker confused on whether he should be offended or proud. "Maybe this will get you in the mood."- The girl continued as she rolled her skirt halfway her butt.
"That gets me in the mood but not precisely for ghost hunting."- Tucker replied as he spanks his best friend in her prominent butt.
"Tucker!"- Sam half yelled.
"Hey, don't start, don't get none."- the teen replied as he pried open the door at the end of what they assumed was the waiting room.
The teens looked at the hallway, it was a three-way corridor, one hallway going straight ahead and a second one splitting on the sides, and a staircase could be seen on the left, while Sam considered her options, Tucker couldn't focus on anything other than his friend's ass. She had always been a little flirty around school recently, often taking the stairs while being well aware of her short skirt, and on more than one occasion found her rubbing her modest breasts on their homeroom teacher while he was busy grading her tests. Tucker was sure Sam would be the kind of girl to trade "favors" in college for better grades if she wasn't doing so. She had also been especially "kind" to him and Danny as she often put her arms over their shoulders or randomly hugged them, despite this level of skinship neither of the boys dared touch more than it was allowed.
The geek had always thought Sam had a thing for Danny considering that she spent long hours by his side, though mostly hunting ghosts or hanging out but seeing her like this made him believe to had a chance at dating her despite not having the guts to ask her out properly, there was also the fact of Danny perhaps being interested in her, Tucker couldn't just barge in without a plan or risk breaking their friendship, nevertheless, couldn't help but feel as she was teasing him, daring him to make the first move. The way she rolled her skirt up her ass and paraded in front of him was the most obvious invitation for a more than friendly activity, anyone else would have been tapping that ass long ago.
"Ok, this is the plan. Divide and conquer. I'll go upstairs and you check down here."- Sam instructed before heading to the stairs.
"What! Are you nuts or something? You're the horror freak"- Tucker questioned his best friend who looked at him with a puzzled expression from halfway up the stairs. "You forgot who dies first in horror movies? And there's only two of us."- The teen added with a frown.
"Relax. We got our blasters, and Danny's on the speed dial. We're gonna be fine."- the girl replied as she walked up the stairs. "I know it's pretty but stop staring up my ass."- she continued as Tucker realized that he kept his flashlight over her.
"You're sending me mixed signs here."- the teen added.
"Fine, let's check out the ground floor first and take it from there."- Sam finally listened to reason.
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Both the goth and geek watched with amazement as they barged into each room despite being filled with little value such as random broken furniture, though they noticed the oddest things such as cameras and even a bed that seemed out of place for an office building. Tucker blushed as he spotted an adult magazine over a dusty desk, though made no mention of it to Sam who would most likely freak or make fun of him, the teen was no stranger to porn, his nights were often composed of porn movies that he watched through his computer in the conform of his bedroom, but it was the first time that he saw an actual adult magazine, it felt different, more real.
Tucker was left mesmerized as he and Sam walked into a room filled with all kinds of adult-theme posters, sex toys, and old porn movies, the VHS type and more recent DVD making the goth sigh long and hard as they came to realize the haunted building had to be some sort of sex shop. Sam was annoyed, though not for barging into such a filthy place but because the ghost tracker had yet to detect any ghostly activity which frustrated her more than anything, more than seeing pictures of women with breasts bigger and more likely fuller than their heads.
"Seems like the place is empty…"- Tucker said, his eyes glued over a box filled with all manner of movies. "Wanna… call it… a night?"- the teen added.
"Let's check out the upper floor, and then we'll leave if there's nothing there."- Sam declared pretty sure that Tucker would come back with Danny and take all the boxes they could. "I'm kinda surprised you're not trying to take one of these."- The girl added as she tossed an artificial vagina toward Tucker.
"Gross! What's this? Some kind of pencil case?"- Tucker pretended not to know. "Let's go see what's upstairs."- the teen replied while memorizing the route to the room, hopeful of finding a blow-up doll.
Soon the teens came across another corridor with multiple doors, some with numbers written on a plaque. Tucker finally caved in and offered to split up claiming there was no ghost around and they could cover more ground by taking separate routes, Sam smirk knowing all too well he wanted to fill his bag with adult toys, she did feel somewhat offended that his male friend was more interested in sticking his dick inside a fake pussy than trying to convince her to spread her legs for him. She was after all walking around while showing her bubble butt, any other teen would have already jumped her, or so she thought.
Sam watched as her friend made his way down the corridor trying the doors one by one until he walked through an unlocked door, not having the ability to pass through solid materials limited their exploration greatly, Sam knew they were depending too much on Danny and his ghostly magic. With a deep sigh, she too started to gently rattle the doors, now more concerned about coming across a dangerous homeless man than an actual ghost, Sam then walked into what seemed to be a movie set if she didn't know any better, several rather imposing cameras were aiming towards a large pink bed, on the left corner she could see a forest background and a jacuzzi, on the opposite side was another an alleyway background and a fancy looking car that on closer inspection was fake. Sam lay over the bed after smacking the mattress a couple of times to take off as much dust as possible.
"I get that I'm not as pretty as that shallow bitch Paulina, but I'm still fuckable."- the girl muttered as she grabbed her breasts. "I have decent tits and a pretty big butt. Do I need to spell it out for those knuckleheads?"- the girl continued.
Sam had been trying to draw Danny and Tucker's attention for the last couple of months by dressing in sexier ways, showing more skin than necessary by running her skirt up and even wearing a thong, but nothing seemed to work, it wasn't as if she was looking for a boyfriend, she was more concern that neither of the boys had tried asking her out. Yes, they hung out quite often and had a great time together, though it made her realize that she was one of the "boys," which kindly bothered her. Sam was more than sure that once she rolled up her skirt and show her butt, Tucker would have tried to fuck her there and then but that wasn't the case, his reaction was casual as if he had seen his sister.
A movie script suddenly fell over her head prompting the girl to leap out from the bed with her energy pistol drawn out and ready to send any ghost back to the ghost zone, she was alone, and the ghost tracker did not react at all, calming her down almost immediately. Despite how goofy and childish Danny's father is, the man is without a doubt a great inventor, therefore, Sam had the highest confidence in the ghost tracker which was capable of finding any paranormal entity regardless of their ability to become invisible, a skill she was sure Danny used to spy on the cheerleaders when they were in the shower room.
It was then that Sam crawled back into bed and noticed several more scripts making her realize that her body weight unwillingly moved the bed hence making the ill-placed scripts fall, the goth couldn't help but burst out in laughter as she read the titles for each movie as she links them to their official counterparts, there were such titles as the "hard and furious, I know everyone you did last summer, Blown in 60 seconds, Games of Whores, and Whore of the rings" which made Sam giggled as she barely imagine the lead actors going at it with the female cast, then there were more classic titles such as, "Romeo in Juliet, Sleeping booty, Snow cunt and the seven black dicks." Sam raised an eyebrow at such a risky title but she then noticed another catchier title, "A Wet Dream in Elm Street."
"Aren't you a crispy little muffin"- Sam read out loud after reading the initial introduction scene, just like in the original movie, it started with a prolonged sex scene, far more detailed than in the original. "Nobody ever confuses me with Scarlet Johansson."- The goth continued while trying to emulate a diabolical voice.
The girl had a clear idea of what her favorite horror villain, Nightmerica was supposed to look like, and yet the script describes her as a sexy yet burned woman with breasts bigger than her head which made Sam wonder what kind of pervert would be aroused by such a woman. The goth then picks up another script and frowns as she reads about her favorite killer robot Terminatra, she rolls her eyes as she learns that once again the villainess is described as a bimbofied version of the original character with large breasts and a huge butt that served no purpose to the character other than being a walking sex toy.
"Come with me if you want to fuck"- Sam read in a robotic voice.
It was far easier to picture a sexy Terminatra in bed with her legs spread open while the movie hero mounted her, the tan skin and huge breasts made Sam's hand wander between her legs as she read the script out loud, reciting each cringe-worthy dialogue, nevertheless, Sam couldn't imagine Terminatra rolling her eyes and sticking her tongue out as she was fucked from behind by the hero but it was more than enough to make her pussy wet, she wondered how it would feel to be penetrated by the massive cock the script was describing, to bounce around on someone's crotch, unfortunately, she lacks the massive balloon-like tits the actress flaunt around but felt rather proud of her bubble butt which she often showed, she was still somewhat shocked that Tucker hadn't tried to make a move on her.
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"Action!"- A deep ghoulish voice said startling Sam who turned to the source of the voice while tossing the script to the side.
A fat green skin ghost was sitting on a chair dressed as a typical movie director, in a black vest with a red beret and blue shades along with a red scarf, Sam then noticed that she was surrounded by a dozen ghoulish creatures acting as if they were filming a movie, hidden behind cameras and holding long microphones, a few more holding what seemed to be a script, there was even a snack table that she was sure wasn't there previously, though their glowing red eyes contrasted with the black background granting them a very intimidating aura, the girl quickly clutched her weapon and aimed at the director.
"Stand back!"- Sam threatened as she made mental plans as to where to run.
"It seems that our lead actress is having second thoughts…"- the ghost director said as he stood up and turned to the door. "Don't worry my dear, everyone gets scared on their first shot."- the director said before snapping his fingers.
From the dark came out a tall black man wearing a male version of Terminatra's outfit complete with the robotic red eye and metallic arm, she had only seen such a version in cosplay or as a Halloween costume but admittedly thought the man was rather handsome with his chiseled jaw and tall stature, and despite the outfit could tell he had a muscular frame. It was as if she were looking at a real killer robot from the future which made her lower gun. The robot then walked closer to the young girl who crawled back to the bedhead wondering what her next course of action should be, she knew Tucker was right about coming here.
Without changing his expression, the robot merged his clothes with his body revealing a powerful six-pack belly and thick arms, Sam gulped down as she felt a tingly sensation between her legs which became even stronger as she laid eyes over an intimidating cock that soon stood up hard like a piece of metal. The ghost was everything she had fantasied in a man, a strong muscular body and a massive cock, it was true that she had wet dreams about doing it with Danny or Tucker, more often than not, with both at the same time leading her to show more skin than necessary. Strangely, Sam didn't feel in any sort of danger even though she knew what the ghosts wanted to do with her.
"Looks human enough."- Sam muttered as she felt her pussy becoming wet. "What's the worst that could happen? It's like a ghost can get me pregnant"- the goth recalled one of Mister Fenton's ghost sex education or at least what he knew about ghost reproduction, the bottom line is that a ghost can't reproduce with a human.
"Come with me if you want to fuck"- the ghost actor said in a monotone voice.
"Oh yes, save me with that big dick."- Sam replied, knowing that the actress didn't say anything in both movies.
The goth watched with utter fascination as the "robot" lifted her left leg high, her face turned red as she felt his long hard cock pressing onto her cunt, and even through the fabric could feel the warmth of his dick which surprised her as she never expected a ghost to be warm at all, perhaps it was just part of the illusion. Sam had fantasized about this moment many times, though it was mainly with either Danny or Tucker due to their time spent together, and yet, couldn't ask for a better partner, her two boys couldn't even begin to compare to the man spreading her legs, not with their soft bellies and childish faces, she was sure their dicks would be far smaller and less impressive.
Sam didn't put any kind of resistance other than blushing madly as her skirt was torn off, her entire body turned red as a tomato once the string she slide up her ass was peeled away leaving the girl with only her top. The goth never expected to have an audience for when she lost her virginity, ghoulish cameramen floated overhead making sure to film every inch of her body while casting aside the need for a crane camera that she was sure any porn movie director would kill to have, Sam wanted to shoo away the ghost that nearly pressed the lens against her vagina.
The humanoid robot then continued lifting the girl until her crotch was touching his mouth, Sam hung upside down and began panting as she felt a tongue going up and down her slid, it was the first time she had a blowjob, cunnilingus if memory served. Almost by instinct, she peeled off her top and training bra leaving her completely naked except for the pair of heavy combat boots and purple stockings that were customary in her daily outfit, the pleasure felt was like none other allowing her to easily ignore all the ghosts surrounding them, how the actor moved his tongue around her love cave was intense and beyond words.
"Yes… work your way around her clitoris."- the ghost director instructed making Sam squirm once her partner followed the command and bit down on her clit. "That's why I love working with rookies, they have the best and most natural expressions."- the director continued.
Sam couldn't hold it anymore and climaxed on the spot, a translucid escape from her cunt covering her partner who didn't seem to mind in the least. The goth felt embarrassed for cumming in front of so many people, undead but people nonetheless. Worst yet, it was all filmed, she then noticed her lower half wanted more as she was unable to close her legs and saw how wet she still was. Her eyes fell upon the muscular man and his impressive cock, Sam gulped down as she saw the veiny throbbing phallus coming closer to her love cave, driven by instinct and lust was that she took hold of the penis, it was so hard and hot, each pulsing vein excited her more and more, Sam for a moment wondered if she had discovered her fetish.
"Please be gentle, it's my first time."- Sam pleaded with an overly excited face, lust running through her veins at a million miles per hour.
"Hasta la vista, baby"- the ghost said in a monotone voice as he mercilessly shoved his cock into Sam.
A loud almost painful grunt escaped from the rebellious teen as she felt the ghost going inside of her, tearing her hymen apart with his massive dick, and reforming the inner canal to better fit him, finally turning her into a woman, it was both a painful, and pleasureful experience, an odd combination without a doubt. Sam had never shoved anything bigger than her finger. The girl then started panting harder once the man was balls-deep, Sam was rather impressed and even proud to have managed to take all of the man's dick inside of her, she was sure that only half would go in at best. Her hand rubbed the man's tight abdomen as she became accustomed to the size, both legs remained up in the air, she didn't feel intimidated by his lifeless expression on the ghost and no longer cared for the cameras and crew around them.
The pain suddenly vanished as the man pulled back, rubbing against her inner folds and bumps, an indescribable surge of pleasure overwhelms her pussy, no amount of fingering or expensive sex toys could even begin to compare to the sensation that was filling her up. Sam seldom watched adult movies and often mocked the fake moaning done by the actresses but there she was, moaning like a bitch in heat, her lewd voice and wet smacking sounds were filling the room as a microphone came closer to her face making sure to stay out of the camera frame while recording her panting and moaning. It was then that she was flipped around and had her ass pounded hard, her head bobbing back and forth with each mighty hump, her voice coming out.
"Oh my god! This feels so fucking good!"- the girl exclaimed as her ass was under siege. "Holy shit! I can't believe I've been missing out on this!"- she yelled out.
Sweat permeated Sam's body as she tried to match her movements with that of her partner who showed little regard for her previously virgin state, there was no more pain, only pleasure making her wonder if she has a high pain tolerance or was a natural born slut. She was saving herself for either Danny or Tucker, whichever made a move on her first, but she easily surrendered her virginity to a ghost, albeit, a very handsome one. Sam clenched her teeth hard as she climaxed along with her partner, she could feel him filling her up to the brim with nearly boiling cum, Sam suddenly let out a long lustful moan. The goth then fell over the bed, heaving for air as she collected herself, basking in the afterglow, it had been more than amazing, she was sure to be able to count with one hand the number of girls who had such a wonderful cherry popping. Upon turning around noticed the bright green cum mixed with her virginal blood.
"Cut! That's a wrap! Take our actress to the next stage. Makeup!"- the director ordered.
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Two zombie-like girls helped Sam get back on her wobbly feet, she didn't put any kind of resistance as she was dragged to the next room leaving a trail of green semen behind, the goth was still enjoying the afterglow of losing her virginity. Sam couldn't believe how good it felt and put ghosts in a different perspective, these entities weren't being cruel or mean much less evil with her, she was sure to have been able to fight them off with her pistol, it wasn't the first time that she was surrounded by ghosts and other horrible monsters, but had to admit that she was mesmerized by that wonderful dick, so big and hard, truly difficult to say no to. It was as if her cunt and his dick were meant to be together, the perfect couple though didn't see herself dating a ghost.
Soon after being put on a chair was surrounded by more zombies, which on any other occasion would have been cause for great alarm, but Sam stayed tranquil as she saw the undead holding a series of brushes and beauty blenders, something that she was quite unused to. As soon as the girl recovered from the afterglow, blushed as she was turned around and put on all fours over the chair, a zombie girl quickly started to pump out all of the cum before applying makeup all over her ass. In less than a minute, the zombies had dressed Sam in a gangster outfit composed of a white top, and baggy pants along with a baseball cap. She was once again surrounded by the ghost crew, floating in front of her was another specter holding a large piece of paper.
"Umm… Sing! For me… MC Biggus Dickus!"- Sam declared as she read the paper. "Make… my… pussy wet with… your… lyrics!"- the girl continued, not sure why she was playing along.
"Give it up for! For Biggus Dickus!"- a voice from the dark.
It was then that Sam was lifted off the ground by an invisible force and floated to the stage where another equally impressive black man manifested from the dark, as she came closer saw that he was wearing a black top hat with a skull plastered on it, his chest was naked except for a dark leather vest that showed his tight abs, followed by baggy pants. The moment she was close enough, the ghostly rapper took her by the hips and forced his hand into her pants grabbing her butt directly, the girl gasped as she felt a finger pricking her asshole but once more did nothing to stop him, she was too excited.
The ghost rapper then unbuckled her pants which fell to her ankles due to their heavy weight, the girl looked into his glowing red eyes but once more didn't feel intimidated or in any sort of danger, she blushed as the rapper mounted her over his hips, both legs going around him. Sam yelped as the rapper pulled her thong until it snapped leaving her bottomless, she was most surprised to see how quickly she was stripped naked all over again, it took longer for the zombies to get her prepared for the scene than it took the ghoulish rapper to undress her, though it made little sense keeping her fully clothed considering they were making a porno, nudity was a must.
"Yo-yo side bitch, get ready to hear me rap!"- the ghost said holding both the girl and the microphone.
"Side bitch!? I ain't nobody's side bitch!" - Sam yelled back offended as she was let go.
Rather than falling on the ground, she remained afloat and slowly rotated until she was looking down at a crowd of green-skin ghouls that she was sure were not there seconds ago, whether they were illusions created by some ghostly magic or had been summoned as extras by the same means were left for debate, though before Sam could even contemplate an answer felt the ghost rapper's muscular arms going underneath her legs, lifting them and putting her in a full Nelson position. Sam had never been placed in such an embarrassing pose; her embarrassment grew even more as she felt a familiar sensation pricking her butthole.
Before Sam could utter a single word felt the large thick cock breaking through her asshole making the girl clench her teeth tightly, her eyes rolled back as she was being penetrated in front of a crowd of ghouls who cheered her on, capping as she slowly took in all of the rapper's massive cock. Sam wasn't sure what was more embarrassing, being naked in such a position in front of so many creatures, or losing her anal virginity in front of so many whiles being filmed. She could swear the penis was shoving her stomach upwards, and breathing was hard, Sam was left with her mouth ajar as drool came out once the man was ball-deep, loud beat music filled the room, green skin women wearing skimpy bikinis and holding guns danced their way onto the stage.
"Slut, with a big butt, struttin' through the scene. Gangster queen, she's the baddest that you ever seen. Rockin' that thong, makin' all the boys lose their mind. She's a rich girl livin' in the spotlight, all the time." – the man started to rap and at the same time rock the girl on his cock.
Sam snapped out of her stupor once she started bouncing up and down, the sensation overwhelming her butt was once more a combination of pain and pleasure, though the latter was quickly taking prevalence making her fear that she might be waking a strange new fetish. Lewd moaning soon escaped from her lips as the crowd sway their hands in rhythm to the song, it was then that she tried to focus on the lyrics that only spoke of her butt, thong, about being nothing more than a cumdump but also about her being a gangster queen, a boss stocking money, Sam couldn't tell if the song was supposed to be offensive or empowering. It didn't matter once her attention was drawn back to her ass which was being ravaged by yet another stranger.
The ghost girls then surrounded the couple twerking their large butts, and swaying their abnormal breasts side to side while showing off their guns, Sam wanted to ask why they weren't the ones in her position but then recalled that she was the star of the movie, the lead actress, the ghosts' women were nothing more than background characters, fillers, even the man shoving his enormous dick inside of her was just a piece of meat to make her look good in front of a camera. She then let go and started moaning loud and lustful, making a whole spectacle for both the crowd and the camera. The director clapped his hands and smiled long and sinisterly as he watched the girl go up and down the massive phallus, taking it all inside of her like a true champion.
"Queen holdin' court, makin' moves in this game. They ain't afraid to take risks, chase the fame. Livin' life on their terms, breakin' down the norms. Sharin' their stories, blowin' up like a storm."- the ghost girls sang in chorus while aiming their guns over at Sam, clearly showing she's the main lead despite being a human kebab.
Without losing breath or a beat the rapper continued bouncing the girl on his dick, his voice still powerful while Sam's eyes rolled back and her tongue stuck out, a sliver of drool formed from her lips to the ground. Her asshole now taking a more dick-friendly form, the girl didn't know such pleasures could derive from her butthole, until now had never even tried putting anything there making her realize how much she was missing out on, though on the other hand, being only fourteen meant that she had an early start. Sam knew she was more of a cock sleeve than a girl at the moment, it was then that she finally reacted and started to move her ass in circles, and with an internal rhythm started beating the ghost's rapper dick into submission, a smile grew across her face as she made the man skip a beat.
"I'm not some random hole. I'll show what my ass can do!"- The girl replied as she grinned her butt, though her bravado quickly came to an end as the rapper produced a second dick that made its way into her pussy.
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Tucker whipped sweat off his brow as he got off the blow-up doll that reminded him of a certain redhead he knew, saved for the puffy lips and plastic skin. The teen then cleaned off the dust that muddied his chest, the techno-geek had come across what seemed to be the prop room as it was filled with all manner of pornography such as posters, magazines, and even some figurines from his favorite anime, followed by sex toys that included blow-up dolls, realistic vaginas, dildos in all sizes and other items he couldn't tell what their use was for.
"Holy shit man, I really need to come back and take all this stuff, it's a gold mine in here."- Tucker said as he tried to fit in as much as he could in his backpack.
It was then that he heard strange moaning coming from outside, the geek was startled and quickly got into battle mode, armed with his energy pistol. Tucker marched outside ready to engage with any ghost, the teen snaked forward using the ghost tracker to prevent any paranormal creatures from ambushing him. upon entering the room which he assumed was the source of the sounds noticed a large bed. The dust had become muddy and the bedsheets were a mess, someone had been there, perhaps a homeless person though there were no signs of anyone living in the building.
Tucker then noticed a large stain of glowing green goo and tried to contact Sam who didn't respond to the Fenton intercom earrings, Tucker felt his heart fall to the pit of his stomach upon seeing clothes, Sam's clothes. Fearing for her safety after a quick examination discovered the green goo formed a trail leading to a second door further back. Tucker was sure that his friend was fine, she was a hard nut to crack which allowed him to venture with caution, he would be of no use if he was hurt or captured something the geek learned long ago after many ghost hunts. Soon his favorite music genre reached his ears, echoing throughout the hallway, the lyrics were as he would say, sick.
"Queens holdin' court, makin' moves in this game. They ain't afraid to take risks, chase the fame. Livin' life on their terms, breakin' down the norms. Sharin' their stories, blowin' up like a storm."- Tucker heard a chorus from beyond the door.
Upbeat music came flowing out as the geek slowly opened the door, his shock was great. Nearly a hundred ghosts had gathered inside the room, Tucker could only describe it as a ghost nest due to the sheer numbers, there was no way for him to fight them all and win, not with his current gear. He needed to contact Danny as soon as possible but just as he produced his cell phone it slipped off his butter fingers, cracking on the ground, thankfully, the loud music prevented any ghost from hearing the device fall. The techno-obsessed teenager quickly rolled inside the room and took cover behind a few crates filled with adult magazines.
"Can't see shit from here!"- Tucker thought as he tried looking in the same direction as the specters.
The loud music and the manner in which the crowd behaved reminded Tucker of a rap battle, even the ghouls were dressed as ghetto boys which made things tenfold worse, a regular ghost was already bad enough, but gangster ghosts had to be the worst, surely, they were more prone to violence. It was then that Tucker used a crate in the back to gain a higher vantage point, his overwhelming shock nearly made him fall to the ground upon looking over at the stage. The boy rubbed his eyes and took another look before his heart sank to the pit of his stomach, and guilt like no other ran through his entire body.
Sam was being bounced hard on the rapper's massive dick, her small breasts bouncing as they could, all around were green skin women lewdly dancing, shaking their enormous butts. Using a pair of Fenton binoculars, murderous fury filled Tucker's heart as he tightened his grip on the binoculars while his free hand searched for his energy gun. Just as he was about to commit himself to a suicidal charge noticed Sam's face, it wasn't filled with horror, disgust, pain, or any other expression that belongs to a rape victim. On the contrary, her expression was a contortion of lust, pleasure, and perhaps even desire.
"What the hell? Is that a human? A voodoo priest"- Tucker declared as he looked at the stage. "That ain't normal."- he added as he looked at the two dicks buried in his best friend.
"Harder! Deeper!"- Tucker could barely hear Sam yell out throughout the music, surely, he was mistaken and the goth was screaming for help.
Something needed to be done, but what? Tucker only had his energy pistol at hand and nothing more, Sam was paying dearly for his lack of preparation. Tucker recalled how the Fenton family was always ready to fight, carrying all manner of energy weapons and even explosives, something he considered insane until now. Tucker would his right ball to have one ecto-energy grenade right now, that would be enough to scatter the ghosts without harming Sam in the process. Then like a movie hero would barge in with the pistol sending the remaining ghouls back to the Ghost zone where they belong.
Tucker felt an intense shame surge in him as he saw Sam being violated, inadvertently getting an erection in the process. An ear-piercing moan escaped from Sam as she was filled up with the ghostly fluid that seemed to almost overflow from her intimate parts. She shivered with pleasure as her eyes rolled back in her head, drenched in the complete and utter ecstasy of the act. Tucker couldn't help but gasp when he saw Sam expel her own fluids onto the crowd, something he had only seen in adult films before and never believed was actually possible.
Dropped onto the stage like a slab of meat, Sam had greenish cum oozing from her crevices but remained completely unfazed. Her expression was of pure bliss. The audience then suddenly dispersed as their kind often did, and Tucker still found himself outnumbered by the remnants. His human statues wouldn't be enough to fight against even the weakest of these apparitions. He required more than his shoddy energy pistol to put up a fight, he needed Danny Phantom. It was highly unlikely that Tucker could take on the full force of the ghosts by himself.
"That's a wrap. Prep her for the final scene."- A green-skinned ghost dressed as a movie director instructed.
"I need to do something"- Tucker commanded himself.
What could Tucker do? He was no coward, but leaving Sam behind and running to the nearest payphone was out of the question despite it being the most logical conclusion; aside from the fact that there was hardly any left in town, it was also a foolish notion to attempt something as frivolous as fighting the ghosts with just a pistol. He knew that a well-thought-out plan was necessary to save Sam, not some haphazard movie antic that would likely get them both killed. Although it was difficult, Tucker realized that Sam had already experienced the worst and could wait a bit longer, at least until he could find her phone and call for backup.
(XXXX)
Sam shuddered with pleasure as she was lifted from the ground and taken away, a trail of ghost cum left behind. Never before had she experienced the pleasures of sex nor expected to have such an intensely passionate fuck, and she had not anticipated the otherworldly sensations that coursed through her. As her mind reeled, she pondered if the remarkable pleasure she had just experienced was exclusive to ghostly encounters or could be attained with people too. It became clear why women so often rated size so highly in their tastes; Sam wanted more and judging by her night's events, she had an idea of just how far things were likely to go, from regular intercourse to a double penetration, and she could not wait to explore the depths of passion further.
As Sam recovered her senses noticed that the zombie girls had once more dressed her up in new attires that were eerily similar to her regular get-up though slightly more sexualized, the same short skirt that exposed her backside, her purple stocking had been replaced by fishnet stockings, a pink blouse with the word "slut" covered her chest, knee high boots followed up, the sloppy makeup gave her the appearance of a prostitute. Not even she would go so far with her rebellious antic. The girl had a hard time standing straight though it had very little to do with the boots. She wobbled like a newborn deer.
At that moment, a spirit shrouded as a black man appeared before Sam, attired in an immaculate purple suit, accessorized with a jaunty open-wing hat that featured a yellow feather, and gripping a walking cane with a gilded handle. Not taking long for Sam to discern the ghost was impersonating a pimp with her as a prostitute, her vision drifted to a platform evocative of a shoddy hotel room. A double bed dressed in dingy green bedsheets, shabby furniture, and approximately a dozen black men boasting penises longer than her arm caused her to feel both threatened and aroused.
"Get you're bitch ass over, hoe!"- the ghost pimp said using his cane to motion the goth toward the bed
Sam was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions; she felt both offended and excited. She was apprehensive about whether her body could handle such intense sexual activity but ultimately decided to go ahead and live out her greatest fantasy, just like many boys who dream of being with multiple women at once. Sam wanted to have as many boys in her bed as she could and even thought of requesting Danny to use his supernatural powers to create clones of himself and ravish her extensively. However, before she could vocalize her desire, she had to make it through the night with him first something that was far from happening.
"Ummm… hi…"- Sam looking directly at the erect penis placed inches away from his lips, not sure if she was addressing the ghost or his dick.
Before she could respond, the phallus was swiftly thrust into her mouth, stretching it taut and wide. Though for a fleeting second, it felt as if the edges of her lips could tear, she somehow withstood the force with astounding strength. A long, contented moan emanated from her lips as it was shoved further down her throat. She had never before experienced the pleasure of utilizing her oral cavity on someone's member, however, she couldn't help but admit that it tasted rather delightful. She couldn't be sure if the flavor was due to some attribute of the ghost or was deliberately manipulated to suit her preference; whatever the case may have been, she didn't seem to mind having it pushed down her throat as multiple hands began to grasp at her petite chest.
Sam suddenly felt pressure on her asshole before feeling it ripped open as a massive dick was shoved into her without so much as saying "Excuse me." A second member forced its way through her vagina. The goth didn't resist, though she tried to speak out but the meaty obstruction prevented her from uttering any sounds other than simple grunts and muffled moans. It was then that she realized she was stroking a dick in each hand. Thanks to the apparitions' ungodly magic managed to take position over her without inconveniencing each other. Slowly hovering over the bed in an impressive display of ghostly antics.
"What the hell?"- Tucker muttered as he saw Sam with the ghosts engaging in passionate sex.
Tucker was astounded to see that Sam had put up no resistance whatsoever; she didn't attempt to bite the ghost or release herself from its hold. On the contrary, the goth seemed to be willingly engaging in the act, evidently pleased with what was occurring. He contemplated if she had been put under a spell but quickly dismissed the thought. Still, Tucker found himself undoing his pants and withdrawing his modest penis; the sight before him was exponentially more stimulating than any pornographic film he had ever seen. Knowing that Sam was actively consenting to the events intensified the voyeuristic pleasure he was experiencing, no longer wanting to fight but delving into carnal pleasures.
Tucker was admittedly enticed by the sight of the orgy taking place. This sight was different from what one would typically see in a pornographic movie, it possessed a more realistic appeal. His hand moved in synchronicity with what he was witnessing, as if in an attempt to pleasure his best friend from a distance. Sam was moving vigorously upon the two dicks while a third was within her movie. Their vocalization created an ambiance, a unique aroma stimulating his senses. Moving closer, Tucker hoped to get the full view without letting the ghost sense his presence, despite the lack of knowledge he had about spirits and other planes of existence, he was always ready to assist his brave heroic friend Danny Phantom in all his antics.
Sam landed on the bed creating a plum of dust, ghost cum was flowing out of her holes as she coughed loudly, cum filling her lungs. Tucker gulped down as another trio of ghosts came down upon the goth who refused to fight back, she instead spread her legs wide open welcoming her undead lovers, she once more had all her holes penetrated, the geek watched with awe as the monumental dicks slide in and out of the girl who eagerly sucked on another phallus. Tucker had never seen this wild side of Sam which made him wonder if she had planned this to happen judging by her behavior
"That's it! Show me your wild side, show me your inner bitch."- The ghost director commanded as he saw Sam taking a more active role.
All four of them rolled on the bed until Sam was riding one of the ghosts, never once allowing any of the dicks to exit her. The girl swayed her hips up and down with almost practiced efficiency as a second entity worked her asshole, Sam never stops sucking on the third ghost. Despite having been a virgin until a few hours ago, she could easily put any porn star to shame with her bedroom skills, she was a natural slut. The goth seemed to have an endless amount of energy as she continued moving and enjoying the night, she gasped for air moments after the ghost fills her belly with cum, and the other followed his example.
Sam happily welcomed the new group of beings that had replaced the departed spirits. Tucker observed as the goth girl perched atop one of the ghosts, straddling it in a reverse cowgirl position. A second ghost held her in the front, shoving his ghostly dick into her mouth, while two more sought to penetrate her with their members through her backside. Tucker's surprise was obvious, the need to confront the scene vanished quickly as he noticed the pleasure that his companion was receiving. Her soft whimpers and intimate noises conveyed to Tucker that for the moment, she was not in any peril, but rather was enjoying herself a little too much.
"What the hell do I do?!"- Tucker mentally screamed as he wondered about his next course of action after seeing the trio vanish in the air, his hand still wrapped around his penis.
Tucker was absolutely shocked as he witnessed Sam placed on all fours and a mysterious spirit with two large genitals inserted itself into her with no difficulty. She was accustomed to this by now, having been filled by many male forms throughout the night; and a different ghoul commanded her to take its manhood into her mouth again. Given that her jaw was already sensitive from performing copious amounts of oral pleasure, she complied without hesitation. Despite feeling a bit guilty, Tucker was incredibly aroused and started to excite himself by fondling his organ, knowing there was no risk for his goth friend in his own indulgence. Nevertheless, in the back of his mind still lingers the idea of saving Sam but how?
Unlike the ghosts and Sam, herself who could have sex for long periods of time by the look of things, Tucker ejaculated after a few short minutes, the perverted scene unfolding was too much for him to bear, though, on normal circumstances, he could jerk off for scores of minutes. He blamed his short performance on the sex doll he used previously. With his mind now clear, recalled the Fenton Thermos still in his possession, all he needed was a single moment to act, it had to be perfect if he wanted to save Sam. The geek slowly approached the director who he assumed was in charge, the other ghosts were most likely magical fabrications.
"Motherfucker! I'm cumming!"- Sam yelled out after the ghost finished inside her mouth, the girl's belly engorged with cum.
Tucker seized the chance to take action and emerged from the dark, aiming his energy pistol, and firing off several rounds at the unsuspecting ghost director. His actions were swift and precise, like a professional hitman. Tucker then swung his aim to the crew, shooting one round into each of their heads before they could respond. The ghost actors withdrew from Sam, leaving a trail of semen, Tucker got rid of them just as quickly, using the Fenton Thermos to capture all the ghosts before they could recover from his attack. With a victorious fist in the air, Tucker was now able to boast about his accomplishment of taking down the group of ghosts all on his own, despite needing a lot of forethought and a good diversion.
(XXXX)
Tucker rushed over to Sam who lay on a puddle of cum over the bed, her asshole was gaping open and filled to the brim with ghostly fluids, her vagina was red and sore with more fluid coming out, and her mouth was ajar. The geek was surprised the girl hadn't choked on all the semen that was pumped into her, with great disgust saw as he vomited the cum it was not her best moment nor a pretty sight but nevertheless was picture worthy, therefore, pulling out his beloved Tablet, only then realized to have the ability to call for Danny at any given moment making him feel like an idiot.
Sam awoke almost half an hour later, feeling sore in her bottom and jaw. As she opened her eyes, she saw a blanket covering her, and a flush of embarrassment spread over her face as she remembered the night of indulgent revelry. The way certain ghosts, disguised as black men, had used her like a piece of meat quickly came back to her. However, she felt a sense of pride, as not many women were brave enough to live out their craziest fantasies without being labeled as promiscuous and looked down upon. She then noticed Tucker was seated on a chair, leafing through a racy magazine, thankfully, his penis was still tucked away. When their eyes met, they exchanged guilty glances.
"Did you…"- Sam tried to ask if Tucker had seen her having sex.
"Umm… I heard noises and saw you in danger…"- Tucker wasn't sure if he should tell her the full truth. "I… found you… like that…"- the teen continued.
"What about the ghosts?"- Sam asked.
"I capture them"- Tucker said proudly while showing off the Thermos. Sam took it off his hands almost immediately.
"Great!"- Sam replied, her eyes almost maniacal. "Can we keep this between us? Danny doesn't have to know."- Sam added
"No problem. Your clothes are over there… I'll get us a cab."- Tucker said before leaving the room.
"I got some plans for you guys."- Sam whispered to the thermos once Tucker left.
The end.