It was a clear night, unseasonably warm for the end of October. The full moon gave the landscape an eerie glow that was perfect for Halloween. Two individuals sauntered down the street.
“It was a pretty good party, at least until the cops showed up,” Wayne lamented.
“You’d think they would cut us a break on a Friday night, it wasn’t that loud,” Danica replied.
“It wasn’t the noise that made them break it up, there were a couple people in the backyard smoking something and they showed the cops a fake prescription. I think that is what pissed them off,” Wayne explained.
“This is why we can’t have nice things,” she replied with a laugh.
“I can’t believe Karen and Sam ditched us, they knew we needed a ride home,” he said.
Danica grinned, “They didn’t exactly ditch us… I’m sure they thought they would be back before the party ended.”
Wayne stopped, “Where did they go?”
“Parking,” she replied.
“As in?” he asked.
“As in get in the back seat and fuck, how did you not know that? It seems like every time a couple is out of sight for more than a minute all the guys are like ‘she’s on her back’, and it was pretty obvious those two were only interested in one thing when they were at the party,” Danica said.
“Sorry, not wearing the horny guy hat tonight,” he said.
“Yea, what is your costume again, the evil pharmacist?” she teased.
“Dr. Frankenstein, at least mine is a little scary. How is your costume scary, are you some kind of zombie flapper?” he retorted.
“Girls get a pass on scary, we can also go with sexy, and this is very sexy,” she replied defiantly.
Wayne nodded, she had a point. Girls did get a pass on scary, and she was right, it was sexy. Her costume clung tightly to her body. Danica wasn’t the sexiest girl he knew, but she was probably the most awesome. She was just enough of a tomboy to be fun, but she was still clearly a girl. A day did not go by that Wayne wished he could find a way out of the friend zone. He cringed when he saw Danica on dates, she had an inexplicable attraction to bad boys, but it appeared the attraction was not mutual. She even referred to herself as ‘One date Danica’. He had suggested they go as Frankenstein and the bride of Frankenstein, but she had already fallen in love with her 1920’s flapper costume.
Danica wondered if Karen was still getting fucked. Sex both fascinated and terrified her, which was why she was still a virgin at the ripe old age of nineteen. All of her friends had lost their virginity in high school, but she never went all the way. Partially because she had a contrarian streak in her, she sometimes refused to do something precisely because everyone else was doing it. And partially because the guys that were willing to have sex with her just didn’t get her juices flowing. She had hoped that Wayne would pick up on some her hints, but he seemed content to be a shoulder for her to cry on each time a guy dumped her, or worse, cheated on her. She had hinted that he should pick a gangster costume to match her outfit. She knew he would look awesome in a suit and fedora, but he was fixated on being Dr. Frankenstein. Wayne interrupted her musing with a question.
“Should we be turning left somewhere?”
“Not until after this cemetery and it is pretty big,” she replied.
She was quite familiar with this cemetery; several of her relatives were buried here. There was one grave in particular she visited often, even though she had never met the person in that grave.
“That’s right, whose idea was it to walk home past a graveyard on Halloween?” Wayne asked sarcastically.
“It is the quickest way home. We can take a shortcut through it, maybe we can find a coven of witches casting a spell,” she teased.
“If they look anything like the witches at the party I’m all for it,” Wayne replied, recalling the twelve women at the party accompanied by a very lucky man in a devil costume.
Danica had to agree with him, the witches at the party did look good, even if they were not very creative. She had noticed Wayne admiring the members of the coven, but was not surprised he kept his distance. She knew he dated, but could not recall him ever having a steady girlfriend.
“Would you mind if we took a little detour? My great-great aunt is buried here, I just want to check on it, make sure someone did do something stupid,” she said.
There was another reason she wanted to see Aunt Vanessa’s grave, but she wasn’t ready to share it with Wayne yet. During her genealogical research Danica had found her great Aunt’s journal. In it her aunt revealed that she practiced magic and that she had cast a spell that joined her to Stanley, her fiancé. At first Danica had discounted the writing as fantasy, the more she learned about her aunt the more she believed it was possible her relative was a white witch. Halloween with a full moon seemed like the best time to visit the grave of a witch.
“Sure, let’s spend some more time wandering through the graveyard at night,” he replied with just a hint of sarcasm.
“It will just take a minute,” she replied.
“Great-great aunt,” Wayne said, “did you know her? It seems like she would have died before you were born.”
“She did, way before I was born. I was doing some genealogy research a few years ago and discovered her. She looked a lot like me, and I’ve always felt this connection to her. The first time I visited, her grave was in pretty bad shape. She died young and most of her family moved away, so there was no one to look after her grave. Her story is pretty sad,” Danica explained. Again she left out a bit of information. When she was cleaning up Vanessa’s grave site she noticed something near the bottom of the headstone. When she moved some soil away from the base she discovered some additional inscriptions. It took quite a bit of research, but Danica eventually learned that it was part of the spell her aunt had written about in the journal. The discovery made Danica feel even closer to Vanessa.
Wayne looked up, he expected to see rain clouds forming, and that would be on par for the night. He was wandering through a graveyard at midnight while the girl he had a secret crush on talked about her long dead aunt. He could not think of any way to steer the conversation in a positive direction.
“What happened?” he asked, resigning himself to hearing a tale of woe.
“Vanessa was engaged to her high school sweetheart, but before they could get married he was drafted and went to Europe to fight in World War One. Stanley was killed in a battle. The next morning her family found her dead, clutching a picture of her fiancé. They didn’t hear of his death until a few days later, but somehow she knew,” Danica said.
“So she killed herself?” he asked, wondering if the story could get any more depressing. He knew some of his distant relatives had been in WWI, but had never bothered to do any research.
“No, at least not that anyone could tell. They decided she died of a broken heart, that somehow she knew he was dead and did not want to live without him. A lot of the soldiers were buried in Europe, but the family had his body sent home. They had a wedding ceremony instead of a funeral. I’m not sure how that handled the ’till death do us part’ thing,” Danica said. She reached under her shirt and pulled out a pendant.
“What’s that?” Wayne asked.
“It was hers,” she said, opening it to reveal two portrait photographs.
The full moon provided just enough light for Wayne to see the pictures. He guessed the people were Danica’s great great aunt and her fiancé. The resemblance between Danica and Vanessa was uncanny, almost to the point of being unsettling. The young man’s face was partially obscured by a full beard and mustache, but Wayne admitted to himself that the dude was handsome. He watched Danica walk up to a pair of headstones and run her hands over each of them, then kneel between them. He joined her.
“So sad,” Danica lamented, “makes you want to live for the day, doesn’t it”
“Yea, it does. You really feel a connection to her?” He asked.
“Kinda, is that weird?” she replied.
“It’s cool. I dare you to lie on her grave,” Wayne said, then realizing how creepy it sounded.
“Really, well I double dog dare you to lie on his,” she responded, moving toward the grass in front of the tombstone.
She should have been offended by his challenge, but she wasn’t.
The response surprised him, Wayne expected her to chicken out. The idea of lying on top of a body seemed spooky, even if it was six feet underground. He waited for Danica to stop, to admit she was bluffing, but she didn’t. She stretched out on the grass and folded her arms just below her breasts. He looked at the headstone. Stanley Wilkinson 1894-1917, Lieutenant Army Air Corp. The name sounded familiar, but he wasn’t sure why. He guessed there was a street named after him or a monument in town. He looked back at Danica, she appeared to be asleep. He reclined on the soft grass and closed his eyes.
Something stirred deep below the young woman lying on the ground. A spirit had been awakened by a very specific combination of factors. Effortlessly it passed through the earth as it had many times before. But unlike every one of its previous journeys the surface was not a barrier, rather it was a conduit to a very special individual. A short distance away another spirit awoke and followed a similar path.
The soft rustle of the grass caused Danica to open her eyes. She had not been sleeping, just trying to imagine what it would have been like to be alive in 1917. No internet, no cell phone, no worries about nuclear terrorism or global warming. It seemed like another world. She turned and looked at Wayne. He appeared blurry; she blinked a few times and tried to focus. The haze faded away and she saw him sit up and turn towards her. When he looked at her she felt something different. It took her a few seconds to realize it was desire. Not just the usual schoolgirl crush, something inside her wanted to feel him.
Wayne wasn’t sure how he came to be sitting up. He remembered lying down on the grass and now he had turned to face Danica with his legs extended outward. Something did not seem right, the woman in front of him was subtly different that Danica, her hair was a bit longer and her skin was lighter. He began to think he was dreaming. Wayne tried to stand up, but his body refused to budge. He tried to speak, but there was no sound. He concluded it was a dream, and he was nothing but a spectator in it. He saw Danica open her eyes and look towards him. Her mouth moved, but he heard nothing. This was turning out to be a strange dream.
In the blink of an eye Danica found herself standing in front of Wayne. His face was blurry again, she thought she was seeing double. His lips were moving, but she could not make out what he was saying. She tried to read his lips, and the first word she made out sent her mind reeling. He had said Vanessa, her long dead aunt’s name. Danica let her eyes relax and when the double vision went away she realized she was looking at Stanley just as he appeared in the locket around her neck. She pinched herself, surely this was some kind of bizarre dream, but the tingle of pain as she squeezed her skin between her fingers indicated otherwise. She tried to step back, but this time her body refused the command to move. She realized Wayne had put his hands around her waist.
Time seemed to move in fits and starts as Wayne’s dream progressed. He stared at Danica for what seemed like a long time, and then the world seemed to fast forward and he was standing with his arms around her, pulling her body against his. Her firm breasts flattened against his chest and her warm breath flowed over his neck. He liked where the dream was going.
The same sense of longing Danica felt each time she visited her great; great aunt’s grave was back, stronger than ever. It seemed to diminish as Wayne’s arms wrapped around her body. Something strange was going on, she wondered if someone had slipped a roofie into her drink. The double vision and dreamlike state should have been setting off alarm bells, but Danica felt quite at ease. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but her instinct said to relax. She looked up at Wayne, something was quite different. His eyes looked the same, but his face had changed. His nose was a bit crooked, like it has been broken at some point. The most noticeable difference was the full beard. She reached up and stroked his face. Her fingers disappeared into his facial hair, but she could not feel it. As she stared at his face it began to return to its familiar appearance. Danica half closed her eyes and relaxed and his appearance changed again. The beard returned and her fingers could feel the coarse hair on his face. She wasn’t sure if she was dreaming, had been drugged or if the cause was something else, but she decided not to fight it. She felt comfortable and safe, which surprised her since she was standing in the middle of a cemetery at midnight.
This wasn’t the first time he had held Danica in his arms, but it was the first time he had done it with an erection. He had no doubt she was aware of his condition, her body was pressed tightly against his, there was no way she could miss the bulge in his crotch. Her breasts were flattened against him, but between his costume and hers he could not tell if her nipples were hard. He looked down at her, something was different but he could not put his finger on it. Her lips were moving but he could not make out the words. Then suddenly their lips met. Kissing Danica was something he had thought about for years, but never acted on. He had fantasized about it, but what he had imaged paled in comparison to what he felt at the moment. His lips moved to her ear, then down her neck. His fingers sought out the zipper on the back of her dress. This had to be a dream; Danica would never want him to do this, especially in the middle of a cemetery. Wayne didn’t care that he had no control over this dream, it seemed perfect.
When the zipper reached the middle of her back the dress slipped off her shoulders, revealing her breasts. Danica didn’t regret her decision to go braless, even thought it meant she was now half naked in a graveyard. She kept her eyes closed as she felt his soft lips moving further and further down her body. The rough hair of his beard brushed against her nipple, sending a shiver down her spine. His hand caressed her other breast. She had let one or two dates get to second base, but it was nothing like this. There was no awkwardness, just his fingers pressing into her flesh. His tongue circled one nipple as his fingers tugged on the other. She knew she was moaning loudly, but wasn’t sure if any words were coming out of her mouth. A tingling sensation began to spread out from between her legs and she had no doubt that she was getting wet.
Danica’s breasts were exactly as he had imagined them. Her nipples were not what he expected. Wayne thought they would be just a few shades lighter than her skin, with areola about the size of a pencil eraser, but they were much darker. Danica’s nipples were more of a pyramid than a pebble on top of her breast. He cupped her breast in his hand as his lips moved closer and closer to her nipple. This wasn’t the first time his hand had been on a woman’s breast, but they have always been covered by some kind of clothing. Feeling her naked tit in his hand made his cock ache. Wayne began to wonder if this really was a dream, Danica’s tits certainly felt real enough.
For the first time in almost one hundred years Stanley looked at the face of his beloved. She had told him that nothing could separate them, not even death. He had discounted her promise as being overly dramatic. In her letters to him she explained that there was a magical bond between them and somehow he would find his way back to her. Now as his spirit finally took control of the body he finally understood fully what she had told him.
His family had arranged for him to be buried next to her instead of in Europe, where the rest of the men that fell in battle with him were laid to rest. It was in death that he learned that Vanessa had been telling the truth. It had been both a blessing and a curse. He could sense that she was nearby, but he was helpless to do anything about it until certain conditions were met, and tonight everything had come together. He was surprised at how easy it was to assume control of the young man’s body. Any guilt he felt about commandeering it vanished when he saw Vanessa. She was as beautiful and sexy as he had remembered. He commanded the body to stand and walked to her.
“Stanley,” the young woman cried out. He recognized the voice as Vanessa’s. The outfit she was wearing was a bit out of character, but he appreciated the way she looked in it.
“Vanessa,” Stanley replied.
“We are finally together, but I fear it is not for long,” she said.
“Then we should make the most of it,” he said, wrapping his hands around her. The feeling of her body was better than he remembered.
“I suppose this is our first night together as husband and wife,” she replied.
She had a secret that only Stanley knew. There were members of her family that practiced magic. They had cast a spell that had joined her with Stanley. By adding her strength to his they had hoped to increase his chance of surviving the war. What it had done was give him the ability to perform a heroic act that saved many of his fellow soldiers, but the price was that when he perished so did she. It was a risk she had been aware of and a cost she was willing to bear to be with him forever. The wedding ceremony that had been held at her burial was a mask for the final part of the spell. Tonight the labor of her family finally bore fruit as she and Stanley were once again able to be in each other’s arms.
He quickly began to kiss her, expressing decades of desire with his lips and tongue, he practically devoured her soft flesh as he unzipped her dress and let it fall away from her nubile body. He had only seen her breasts once before, they had gone skinny dipping and felt very daring at the time. It was at a lake not far from their present location. He recalled the way the water lapped at her breasts as she floated on her back. Just like that night at the lake the full moon illuminated her gentle curves and dark nipples. Stanley pressed his mouth against her in a manner that did not reflect well on his upbringing. This was not a time to be a gentleman. He swirled his tongue around the crinkled flesh of her nipples and then lightly bit her with his teeth. The moan that emanated from her mouth was the sweetest sound his ears had ever experienced.
Vanessa considered her overly sensitive nipples a blessing. She had taken herself to the very edge of orgasm just by pinching and tugging on them. More than once she had fantasized about what her lover was doing right now. She looked down at him as he engulfed one of her breasts in his mouth and the other in his hand.
“Oh, oh, oh, yes,” she moaned.
Stanley’s response was muted by the flesh in his mouth, but she could feel his voice in her breasts and that only aroused her more. If she had been masturbating she would have put one hand between her legs and rubbed her clit until she came, but tonight she chose to leave it all to him.
Pushing her dress down until it fell to the ground Stanley continued to explore her body. He cupped her ass in his hand, pressing his fingers into the cleft between her two cheeks. Even though he was limited to seeing her tits he knew that she was almost naked.
The realization that her great-great niece did not wear a bra or panties caught Vanessa off guard, she did not expect to be naked quite so quickly. She looked up at Stanley, who was still fully dressed.
“This hardly seems fair, I haven’t a stitch of clothing on and you are still wearing everything including a jacket,” she teased.
Wasting no time Stanley shed the costume he was wearing. Vanessa smiled as she watched him strip off his outfit. He pulled the undershirt over his head, revealing a solid chest covered in curly brown hair that tapered down as it crossed his well defined abdominal muscles, exactly the way she remembered it.
Finally he pulled his underwear off and his erection sprang into view. She had felt it the night they went skinny dipping, but this was the first time she had seen it. It looked big, although she honestly had nothing to compare it to.
“Fair enough?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied, putting one hand on his erection, “I hope I’m not being too forward.”
“I’m not going to complain,” he said.
It was the first time a hand other than his own had touched his penis and it felt amazing. The sensation of her delicate fingers sliding along his rigid shaft and over the swollen head of his cock sent a shiver along his spine. He had already reached a state of arousal that would have taken several minutes of stroking with his own hand. He cupped her breasts in his hands, delighting in the feel of her warm, firm flesh. It had been decades since he had felt anything; the flood of tactile sensation was almost overwhelming. His left hand moved down her body, he was eager to feel her sex. When his fingers slipped between her legs it felt like she was melting. He pressed one finger between her labia, it was a snug fit.
The moment she felt him penetrate her Vanessa moaned. She had touched herself before but this was different. His finger was bigger and rougher. She began to wonder how her body would accommodate his thick cock. She had a pretty good idea what his girth was like, and it was certainly bigger than his finger. She kissed him on the lips, then on the neck and finally on the shoulder.
“What are you doing?” he asked as her breasts slipped out of his hands and her lips pressed against his chest.
“Something scandalous that my girlfriends told me about,” she replied.
Some of her friends had slightly looser morals than she did and had done wicked things with their boyfriends. Vanessa always pretended to be shocked at the debauchery they described, but she committed every word to memory. She had replayed those conversations thousands of times and now she was going to do more than just think about it. The coarse hair on his chest tickled her nose has she kissed him over and over. Her tongue found his nipple and teased it until she heard him groan with pleasure. She still had her hand wrapped around his erection. As her mouth got closer and closer she began to feel nervous. Her lips blazed a trail across his abdomen and then her chin bumped against the head of his cock. She pulled down on it until his cock was pointed straight at her mouth. She flicked her head against the tip, it tasted slightly salty. The she wrapped her lips around it and sucked it into her mouth.
It was a sight he had imagined a thousand times but didn’t think he would ever see, Vanessa’s perfect ruby red lips engulfing his penis. As her head bobbed back and forth he could feel his orgasm building.
Having a mouthful of his cock felt awkward, it was not like she had imagined. Vanessa wondered how closely the body Stanley had possessed resembled his own. She followed her girlfriend’s advice and focused most of her efforts on the head of his dick. She caressed it with both her mouth and her hand.
“That feels good,” he moaned, “almost too good. I’m not sure how much longer I can control myself.”
“So you like it when I pleasure you with my mouth,” she said, taking a much needed break to stretch out her jaw, but continuing to stroke his erection with her hand.
Her friends had been adamant about never completely stopping. She still wondered if his cock would it inside her pussy. It felt very large in her mouth and she had never had anything bigger than her finger between her legs.
“You don’t have to control yourself, I want to…to…” Vanessa stuttered.
She could not bring herself to say she wanted him to release his seed into her mouth. It wasn’t something nice girls said, much less did. But for decades she had recalled her friends telling her in hushed tones how much men liked it. She parted her lips and inhaled his cock once again.
It had never occurred to him that she would fully pleasure him with her mouth. He wondered if the physical sensation he was experiencing also meant he would have physical limitations. He could feel the pressure building and knew that if she didn’t stop he would not have a choice. He looked down at her and their eyes met. Even in the moonlight her green eyes sparkled. Having her stare up at him was the final straw; he raced past the point of no return and fell headlong into ecstasy.
“Yes, yes, yes Nessie,” he cried out, calling her the pet name he had bestowed on her in the previous century. A burst of hot cum fired out of his cock, landing he knew not where. He looked down and was treated to the sight of sweet Neisse gulping down every drop.
His excitement was contagious. The sound of his moans heightened her arousal as his cock invaded her mouth. A salty flavor began to spread across her tongue. Her girlfriend has told her about this part as well. They had assured her that even if she found the taste to be unpleasant she should continue, to deny him relief could cause an injury to his male organs. Vanessa had been unable to find anything in the various medical books at the library to support these claims, but she didn’t want to risk hurting Stanley. His orgasm exploded into her mouth, sending a jet of thick hot liquid down her throat. She could feel his rigid flesh jerk as it pumped more and more of his juice into her mouth. The flow slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. She milked his cock, squeezing the last drops out of it. She wanted him to know how much she desired him and everything about him.
While his desire remained strong the same could not be said of his erection. Even though he knew it would return quickly Stanley felt a pang of regret that he had allowed himself to finish in Vanessa’s mouth. He wanted to consummate their relationship and at present was ill equipped to do so.
“Did you like that? Would it be wrong if I did?” Vanessa asked, licking a pearly drop of cum off her lip.
“Yes, it was amazing. Now I have something equally deviant to do to you,” he said, kneeling in front of her and kissing her squarely on the mouth. Her mouth tasted and felt different, but kissing her was no less enjoyable.
A feeling of relief swept over her as he kissed her. She had been worried that Stanley would consider what she did a vile act. It was clear to her now that he approved of what she had done. He pushed her back until she was lying in the soft wet grass. His lips were following the same path they had earlier. They started on her lips, and then followed her jaw to her ear. After nibbling on her earlobe, he kissed her neck on his way to her breast. The trail of kisses began to meander around her breasts until his lips finally wrapped around her nipples. He had maneuvered his body so that he was kneeling between her legs. Vanessa realized his cock was less than a foot away from her sex. She began to think about how big it seemed in her mouth, and how snug just one of his fingers felt inside her. She began to doubt her ability to accommodate his girth. Every one of her friends said that losing her virginity would hurt, but that what followed made it worthwhile.
As he swirled his tongue around her nipples, Stanley grasped his cock. It had recovered most of its stiffness. It appeared he had inhabited the body of a rather healthy lad, and for that he was grateful. His lips began to blaze a new trail down Vanessa’s body.
His mind flashed back to a different time. It was late at night, too late to fly. His mates from the squadron had gone out drinking and when they returned they were accompanied by several of the local prostitutes. The loud noises that emanated from the rooms down the hall left no doubt that the women were earning their pay. Stanley had looked up just in time to see one of them leaving. She stopped and walked towards him. “You must be Stanley,” she said with a smile.
“I am, do I know you?” he replied.
“Not yet. I’m Monique. Your friends told me about you. I’m impressed by your discipline, I’ve known married men with less devotion,” she said, slinking into his room.
“Thank you, I think,” he answered.
“I’m sorry; I hope I’m not disturbing you. You must think I am a wretched woman for what I do,” she said.
“This is a wretched place, at least you are not killing anyone,” he said.
“I would if I could, my husband died in the trenches over a year ago. I wanted to find a way to sneak over to the German side and slit their throats, but I knew I wouldn’t make it through No Man’s Land. I decided if I could not bring pain to the Germans at least I could bring pleasure to those who kill them,” she explained.
“I suppose that is one way of looking at it,” he observed.
“I figure I’m going to get fucked by one side or the other, and at least you Americans pay me. The Germans just take… “She said, letting her dress slip off her shoulder.
Despite his devotion to Vanessa, Stanley could not stop stealing glances at the young prostitute’s exposed flesh. It didn’t take long before she met his eyes as they feasted on her cleavage.
“You’ve never seen a nude woman, have you.” she stated matter of factly.
“Vanessa and I went skinny dipping once, but it was at night and she was in the water pretty quickly. I saw her breasts, but that’s about it,” he confessed. For reasons he could not explain he felt very comfortable talking to her, even though she was a complete stranger.
“Well, it’s pretty clear I’m not going to get any business from you,” she said as she stood and walked to the door. Much to his surprise, instead of leaving, she shut the door and turned to face him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m going to give you some advice on how to please Vanessa,” she said as she slowly undressed.
Stanley wasn’t sure what to do. He could feel his face turning red. He could not look away as more and more of Monique’s body became visible. He rationalized he would be foolish to turn down an offer of expert advice on a topic he knew almost nothing about.
“Am I embarrassing you? I don’t mind having you look at me, you are fighting to free my country, this is the least I can do. ” she said as the last bit of her clothing hit the floor. She slowly pirouetted in front of him.
As she turned, his eyes took in every detail of her body. She did not quite meet his expectation of a French prostitute. She had dark hair that was cut short, probably a concession to make it easier to care for. Her skin was light like Vanessa’s. He stared at her breasts; they were average in size but appeared quite firm, with prominent dark nipples. The sight of her tits caused something to stir in his loins. The lust he felt was kept in check by his loyalty to Vanessa, but he could not bring himself to send the young woman away.
“So you have never been with a woman?”
“No, Vanessa and I will be each other’s first.”
“I’d like to show you a few things that she might appreciate.”
The offer was impossible to refuse. More than once he had been witness to his fellow soldier drunken confessions about their first time, and he didn’t want his first night with Vanessa to be a comedy of errors. There was no doubt in his mind he would enjoy the lesson Monique was about to give, but he accepted her offer for the pleasure it would provide Vanessa.
“Or I can leave if you think it is beneath you to watch a whore touch herself.”
“Please stay, I’d very much like to learn from you.”
Stanley watched as she cupped her breasts in her hands, jiggling them up and down. Her fingers drew together until they surrounded her swollen nipples. She clearly enjoyed putting on a show. Pinching the amber nubs on her chest she pulled the skin taut.
“Breasts are sensitive, but they are not as fragile as you think, it’s good to push limits. Sometimes very good,” she said, letting out a low moan as she tugged on her breasts. Releasing her left breast she let it drop down so that it rested naturally, then slapped the bottom of the round globe.
The noise startled him, it had never occurred to Stanley that a woman would enjoy something like that, but Monique must have, because she did it over and over. Seeing the force of the blow ripple through her tit was mesmerizing. He noticed her other hand had slipped down between her legs. The small patch of hair above her pussy did little to block his view, and he watched eagerly as one of Monique’s fingers disappeared from view.
“Come closer, it’s important that you know where to touch.” Awkwardly he walked across the room, trying to hide the erection that strained his trousers. It was a miracle that he made it across the room without tripping; he was not watching where he was walking. Instead his eyes were glued to her fingers and how they glided around her sex.
“Give me your hand,” she said, extending her own. Stanley raised his arm and she grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand towards her wet slit.
“She should feel wet, like I do. If she isn’t it means she’s not ready… and needs more romancing.”
Her flesh felt impossibly soft. His cock ached to join in the lesson, but he steeled himself against the carnal desires that threatened to overwhelm him. She tugged on his wrist and he felt something firm against his finger tip.
“That’s it,” she gasped, “that’s my clit. Touching it is what makes me come, and it will make her come too.”
“So I use my hand?” Stanley asked.
“Your hand, your mouth, your cock, just touch it. Be gently, it is very, very sensitive. Oh! Yes!” Stanley noticed she was moving his hand up and down.
“Now, put one of your fingers inside me,” she moaned.
“I’m not sure…”
“You need to learn…” she groaned.
He pressed his finger between her labia, trying to mimic what she had done earlier, but her pussy refused to allow him in.
“Press harder, but be gentle,” she counseled, “I have to work to make my pussy this tight, but she will be that way naturally if she is a virgin.”
Thinking it was the size of his digit Stanley switched to using his pinkie finger, but her nether lips remained tightly sealed. He pressed harder and her sex enveloped him. He noticed that she was no longer holding his wrist, but instead was stroking her clit as his finger penetrated her.
“More please, more” she begged.
Finally her muscles relaxed enough to allow his finger passage, but once he was inside they clenched down on him. He continued to push until his knuckles pressed against her sex. He could feel the firm nub of her clit, and recalling what she said he rubbed against it. The words out of her mouth were in French. He did not recognize any of them, but he understood the meaning. She grabbed his wrist and held his hand against her sex and she ground against it. Her breathing quickened and the skin between her breasts flushed. The muscles that squeezed his finger began to spasm and he realized he was watching her have an orgasm. All at once she relaxed and he withdrew his finger.
“Merci…. Thank you,” she sighed. “No, thank you,” he replied, hoping he remembered all she had taught him.
“I’m sorry I got carried away. This is the first time in a long time that sex hasn’t been work. I hope I haven’t…”
“No, you haven’t. I’m glad I could bring someone pleasure.”
“She’s a lucky girl; I hope you see her soon.” Monique said as she stood and started to get dressed.
“I hope so too.”
“And if you need another lesson before you leave…”
“If I do I will find you.”
For years Stanley had replayed that scene in his mind, usually with Vanessa taking Monique’s role, but sometime he imagined it exactly as it had happened. But now he did not need to imagine anything. The body in front of him was real, and it was filled with Vanessa’s spirit. He put his hands on her thighs and spread her legs apart. Her hair was lighter than Monique’s, but the rest looked familiar enough. Using his thumbs he spread her labia apart and probed for her clitoris. When he found it Vanessa gasped sharply. He tried to slide his thumb between her nether lips, but as Monique had predicted it was a very tight fit. Lowering his head he began to kiss and lick her.
On the advice of her friends she had touched her sex, but that had been almost a hundred years ago. Feeling Stanley’s fingers exceeded her memories and dreams, and the soft wet feeling of his tongue was beyond anything she had experienced. A tingling sensation germinated in her sex and spread quickly. His mouth clamped down on the most sensitive part of her sex while his finger wormed its way into her pussy.
“Oh, oh, Stanley. It feels so good.”
Encouraged by the sound of her voice he continued to lick, kiss and finger her pussy. When her hips began to rise he followed, not giving her any relief from his oral assault. Recalling Monique’s comment about breasts he reached up and pinched one of her nipples, then tugged on the swollen flesh. When the sound of her guttural moan reached his ears he knew she was close. Pushing his finger deeper inside her he tried to recall what had pushed the French prostitute over the edge so many years ago. The tip of his finger pressed against something smooth and firm, bringing another memory back from the depths of time. That was it, that was what he had felt right before Monique was swallowed up by ecstasy. He massaged that spot while eagerly lapping his tongue against her clit. Her hips began to buck wildly and her cries grew louder.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she screamed.
As her words became unintelligible he felt her pussy begin to grip his finger tightly. He released her nipple and then grabbed her entire breast in his crushing grip.
To say the experience was overwhelming would be an understatement. Vanessa had masturbated to what she thought was an orgasm before, but it was nothing like this. When Stanley’s hand engulfed her breast she tumbled head over heels into a climax. Later she wondered if the distant relative whose body she was borrowing shared the experience, or if it was hers alone, but when it happened she was lost in the moment. A hundred years of desire and lust exploded and the warm tingling spread from the ends of her fingers to the tips of her toes. When it faded away she was exhausted, yet she was not fully satisfied. She wanted to feel it again, but she wanted to be joined with her true love when it happened.
Witnessing Vanessa’s climax had resurrected his erection, and Stanley put it to use immediately. From his perch between her legs he pounced on to her naked body, the engorged head of his cock pressed against her soft labia. He pushed against her; despite the fact she was dripping wet he met with a surprising amount of resistance.
“It’s so big,” she moaned, running her fingers through the hair on his head.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She hesitated. As much as she wanted to be with Stanley, it wasn’t her body that was about to be penetrated. She set her lust aside and tried to sense what her great niece would want. A sense of relief washed over her as she felt Danica approve and maybe even encourage her to continue. She bit her lip and nodded. There was a stab of pain and for a brief moment she feared that Stanley’s throbbing erection would split her apart, but as he filled her sex all she felt was euphoria. The wait of over a hundred years was over. His lips pressed against hers and his tongue invaded her mouth as his cock moved in and out of her sex. The tingling sensation returned, but this time it spread faster. Wrapping her legs around his waist she spurred him on with her heels, as if she was riding a wild stallion at full gallop. Each of his powerful thrusts sent her bounding towards a second climax.
Once again Danica felt her aunt’s presence, but this time is was not dominating. This time the two of them shared her body. At first Danica thought it was just for the feeling of being with Wayne, but there was more. Although she never heard Vanessa’s voice, Danica began to understand her part in what would happen next. It seemed impossible, but she could not deny Vanessa’s request.
“I hate to spoil the mood….” Wayne said.
His voice brought her back to reality, “Then don’t.”
“I mean, what the fuck just happened?”
“I think that’s exactly what happened, twice,” Danica said with a laugh.
“I know we made love, but was it kind of strange the first time? Did it seem like you were not in control?” he asked. It was probably a romantic faux pas, but he needed to know what was going on.
“You probably won’t believe me, but I will tell you what happened,” Danica said, “but we should probably get dressed first.” The moment he was no longer inside her she missed the sensation of fullness.
Of course she was right, Wayne thought, but having her on top of him, and all around his still hard cock was something he missed right away. Regretfully, he picked up his clothes and began to get dressed; taking some comfort in knowing that there was nothing under Danica’s tight fitting dress.
“Do you believe in magic?” Danica asked.
“I’m going to change your mind,” she replied, then launched into her tale of love and witchcraft. She explained the spell, the ceremony and the connection between him, Stanley, Vanessa and herself.
“So I’m related to Stanley…” Wayne mumbled, realizing why the name sounded familiar.
“Yes, the spell would not have worked if you had not been part of the bloodline. There’s something else I need to tell you.”
Wayne’s jaw dropped as she told him what needed to happen next. She explained what was required for the rest of the spell to work.
“Wait, they have to make love again?”
“Yes, before sunrise.”
“Okay,” he replied, feeling a mixture of jealousy and arousal. It was a bit strange seeing his body have sex with her when he wasn’t in control of it, but there were certainly worse ways to spend the night.
“But this time we won’t be there.”
“Wait, what do you mean?”
“It has to be where they first fell in love, and that wasn’t in a cemetery. The only way they can leave is if we take their place in the graves.”
“So I’m suppose to let a ghost take over my body, and I stay here as a ghost?’ he asked, not sure if he believed what she was saying.
“For how long?”
“Until they get back.”
“And what if they don’t come back?”
“Then we will be trapped here, just like they were.”
The fact that her last statement terrified him was confusing. What she said was unbelievably farfetched, but somehow he knew it was the truth.
“Please, we have to do this,” Danica begged, “I trust Vanessa, and you can trust me. We can’t abandon them.”
“If I say yes, and everything works,” he said, still amazed at what he was saying, “then what happens?”
“Then they will be together, and they won’t be trapped here any longer.”
“So they go to heaven and we get our bodies back?” he asked.
“Maybe, if I understand it right…. or maybe they stay around and help people… I don’t really know.”
“And we get our bodies back?” he repeated.
“Yes,” she assured him, “things will go back to normal.”
Either Danica had gone completely insane, or his understanding of the world was woefully incomplete. If she was insane then there was little harm in indulging her fantasy, but Wayne believed her. The thought of being trapped in the cemetery forever terrified him. Danica’s voice interrupted his waking nightmare of being a disembodied spirit.
“Do you know how Stanley died?”
It seemed odd that she expected him to know the answer, until that night he barely even knew of Stanley. It was probably a footnote in some book on World War One, but he did know the answer. He knew every detail. The Allied Powers line had been breached and the enemy troops poured through the gap. The fighting had spread to the town, the one where Monique lived in.
Stanley’s squadron was scrambling to slow the enemy’s advance while reinforcements were called in. Over and over Stanley had made strafing runs until the machine guns on his biplane were out of ammunition. The airfield had been destroyed; there was no way to rearm. He had continued to buzz the enemy troops, hoping to distract them, and soon his plane was shot down.
Stanley died in hand to hand combat defending the village. When the counter attack swept through, they found over a dozen dead enemy soldiers around his body. There were no witnesses to his bravery or skill, at least none that could put him in for a medal. But the people of the village knew he had saved them. Wayne realized how he knew the answer to Danica’s question. Stanley had shared those memories. There was no way Wayne could abandon Stanley.
“I want to help them,” he said.
“Then take my hand…” she replied.
It happened much faster this time, probably because the young man expected it and did nothing to resist. It wasn’t clear why he had once again possessed Wayne’s body.
“Hurry,” Vanessa said as she finished getting dressed.
“What’s going on?” he asked
“We have to finish the spell, there’s not much time. Get dressed and follow me.”
It took only a few minutes for him to get ready, he started to put the lab coat on, but then offered it to Vanessa. As much as he enjoyed seeing her in the tight dress he knew she was cold. A smile spread across her face as she slipped it on.
“We need to go to the lake, and I’m not sure how much things have changed between here and there,” she explained as they walked briskly through the graveyard.
In fits and starts Vanessa became aware of Danica’s knowledge of the town, and how things had changed. It was difficult to not stop and be in awe of the modern world. The lights were so much brighter, the cars so much faster and the streets so much wider. It didn’t matter; the route to the lake was the same. From the cemetery they took First Street until it intersected with Main Street.
Then it was less than two miles to get to the lake, two miles in some of the least comfortable shoes imaginable. She looked back at Stanley; he was stroking his cheeks, no doubt missing his rather impressive handlebar moustache he had worn after the military made him shave off his beard.
“Why are we going to the lake?” he asked, easily matching her brisk pace with his long strides.
“It’s where we fell in love,” she replied.
She was right, he recalled, it had been a moonlight night at the lake when he had fallen for her, and it was his second favorite memory of the lake. His favorite had been a few months later when they had gone skinny dipping. He wasn’t sure how it fit into her spell, but if it meant spending more time together he wasn’t going to argue with her.
“We… we need to be together again before sunrise,” she said. There was no way to tell him what needed to happen. In the simplest terms he needed to prove himself worthy of being with her, but it would take more than just affection or kindness. If they were to be together he needed to be strong, if he wasn’t the power of her magic would drive him insane, or worse. Stories of white witches falling in love, and then being betrayed by men had been told over and over. It was possible that they would be happy together, but it was also possible the relationship would end badly. In her case the risks were even higher because she didn’t have family or a coven to watch over her. When things went badly it was almost always the same. The man would be corrupted by the power of magic, turn to the black side and kill the witch to steal her powers.
Most of the time he would be hunted down by the dead witch’s coven, but she had none. She tried to clear her head of those thoughts. Stanley loved her, and he was strong, which brought up an entirely different concern. As they hiked through the city she was reminded of the limits of a physical body. The aches and pains she felt were not just from the long walk in uncomfortable shoes. There were other muscles that were sore from being stretched and battered in new ways. This wasn’t her body, and with Danica’s spirit absent Vanessa knew she would have to decide what her niece would find acceptable. The question was how her limits would match up against the desires Stanley had accumulated over the last hundred years.
As they navigated the strange looking city streets, he thought back to an earlier time. He had taken Monique up on her offer for additional lessons, but most of them had been lectures over dinner. The stories she told contrasted starkly with her sweet and innocent look. With rapt attention he soaked in every word of advice on what he could do to please Vanessa, and what he should avoid. The most memorable lesson was when she brought a companion, another prostitute named Marie. After dinner they retired to his quarters with a few bottles of wine, and it wasn’t long before the two women were naked and in each other’s arms. He watched carefully at how they pleasured each other. What surprised him most was how rough they were, at one point Monique forced the other woman’s head between her legs. As Marie licked and kissed Monique’s pussy she furiously masturbated and it wasn’t long before they both climaxed.
They turned the corner and there it was. A sign marked the entrance to the aptly named Lakeshore Park. With each step towards the water, Stanley felt his pulse quicken. Just the sensation of a beating heart was intriguing, but his mind hungered for other things. He saw the rocky outcropping where he and Vanessa had first declared their love. That was their destination. He gripped her hand tightly and quickened his already brisk pace, practically dragging her along behind him.
The spot was a jumble of boulders; a curtain of trees hid them from the rest of the shoreline, but the view of the lake was unobstructed. Vanessa turned to face Stanley, his mustache and beard had returned, along with his crooked nose. It had been broken once in a fight, and again in a plane crash during his military training.
What to say to him was a mystery, the youthful feeling of immortality had caused her to skip over the part of the spell dealing with death. She had thought she would have years and years to learn that part. What she could recall was that Stanley needed to prove he was her equal in spirit and willpower, and that he was not afraid to defy her. She looked up at him, his eyes smoldered with a century’s worth of lust.
The overpowering thought in his head was this could be the last time he felt Vanessa’s touch. She had cast the spell without asking him. Although her intentions had been good, the results were not. Being some kind of purgatory for nearly a hundred years was something he had been unprepared for. If the spell didn’t work he might be plunged back into a nebulous world that lacked any kind of tactile sensation. Even if the spell did work he wasn’t sure if he would ever actually feel her warm, soft skin again. If this was to be the last time he felt her, then he was going to make it something he could treasure for eternity. It should be something that reminded her that he was not a slave to her witchcraft. He peeled the jacket off her shoulders and placed it on the ground in front of her.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded.
Without a word she obeyed his instructions. There was still a lingering ache in her jaw from what she and Danica had done earlier.
“Put your left hand between your legs and tell me how wet you are.”
The request caught her off guard, but she complied with it. The folds of her labia were hot and dripping with a mixture of fluids. No doubt some were from their previous encounters, but she was confident that some were fresh. “I’m so wet…”
The words pleased him, but it wasn’t time to put that information to use just yet. Bending over, he slid the zipper of her dress down until the garment fell away from her breasts, and then he stood up.
“Now caress your breast with your other hand.”
Once again she complied, first caressing her breast, then pinching and tugging on her swollen nipple. Before tonight this was the way she had climaxed. Even before Stanley had left for the war she had laid in her bed with one hand between her legs and the other on her breast. Sometime she imagined Stanley gently making love to her, but the most intense orgasms were when she imagined him ravishing her.
His swollen cock strained against his pants, the moment he unzipped them it burst free. Apparently young Wayne had failed to put his underwear back on in his haste to get dressed.
“Open your mouth,” he said, putting his hand on the back of her head.
When he saw her lips part, Stanley pushed down until his cock filled her mouth. Only when she started to gag did he stop pushing, letting off just enough for her to stop. With one hand on her hand and the other wrapped around his rigid shaft he started to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.
Vanessa was completely oblivious to the fact that he was acting exactly the way she wanted him to. Lust filled her mind completely. She didn’t care that what they were doing did not satisfy the requirement of the spell. Her fingers worked feverishly, one on the smooth slippery nub of her clit, and the other on the amber rosebud of her nipple. At first she tried to use her tongue to pleasure his throbbing erection, but he was too rough, and moving too fast for her to keep up.
The tell tale taste of his cum began to leak into her mouth, which only increased her arousal. The first time she had swallowed his seed she had not known what to expect, but this time she was prepared for it. Given the choice she would have preferred that he come in her pussy, but it was clear that decision was not hers. The tingling sensation in her belly started to spread and she did everything she could to encourage it.
At first Stanley had wished he could see more of Vanessa. He wanted to see her fingers vanish into her pussy and stretch the amber flesh of her nipples until it was tight, but now he was glad that he could not. It was difficult enough to control his orgasm now; actually seeing Vanessa touch her body would have pushed him past the point of no return long ago. It might be possible to last a bit longer if he thought of nothing but baseball, but that’s not what he wanted. He wanted to savor the way it felt to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, the way her delicate pink lips felt on his rigid shaft, and the way her soft tongue felt against the engorged head of his throbbing erection.
“Oh baby, I’m going to come,” he moaned. Seconds later he grunted and a jet of hot cum sprayed into her waiting mouth.
His orgasm triggered hers, and as she gulped down the steady stream of cum her climax flooded her body with endorphins. Even after she let her hands hang at her side the waves of pleasure continued make her body shudder. The last vestiges of her climax were still lingering when she heard his voice again.
The experience was overwhelming and Stanley struggled in vain to rein in his approaching climax. Just the way her firm, round breasts jiggled against his chest each time he rammed his cock into her was enough to make him come. Adding the additional sensation of her sex squeezing his throbbing erection just wasn’t fair. More than anything he wanted to make her come again, but when his lips touched hers he realized he didn’t have much time. He slowed his thrusts and paused each time his cock was completely inside her, but there was no relief.
When he stopped moving, she started, grinding her clit against his pubic bone and clamping down on him. Time seemed to slow down, allowing him to take in every arousing detail; her warm breath on his cheek, her swollen nipples against his chest, her heels pressed against his ass. Most of all he felt her all around him. It was the way her hot, wet pussy surrounded his cock that was going to make him climax.
“You’re going to make me come if you don’t hold still,” he groaned.
“Good,” she replied, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him down for another open mouthed kiss.
“Oh, oh, oh,”
“I want you to come inside me, “she replied.
There was no way he could refuse her request. Stanley felt his balls tighten, then a jet of hot cum erupted from his cock. He began to thrust again, riding the wave of euphoria for as long as possible. Raising his body up on his elbows he watched Vanessa’s body respond to his relentless pounding. Knowing there was not much time left he started to fuck her harder and faster.
It was with nervous excitement that she had spoken the word ‘come’ to Stanley. She had been afraid he would have disapproved of such language; it certainly was not very ladylike. Obviously he liked what she said, and understood her unspoken desire to be fucked hard. She had enjoyed the slow lovemaking, the feeling of his cock resting inside her pussy, but it did not completely quench her thirst for him. Now there was a sense of urgency as he rammed his throbbing erection into her sex over and over. The feeling of being split apart returned. The newly discovered feeling of a proper orgasm began to build again as he battered her clit with each thrust. Vanessa felt just a twinge of guilt about the liberties she was taking with her great niece’s body; surely there would be a price to pay for such decadent pleasures of the flesh. Those concerns were washed away when her climax suddenly erupted.
“Oh, yes, yes, harder, harder, ahh, ahh, yes, don’t stop. I’m coming, I’m coming” she cried out.
Using the word come to describe her climax must have been a contribution from her niece; it wasn’t a word Vanessa normally associated with lovemaking.
As Vanessa’s cries faded to a soft whimper and her body relaxed underneath him Stanley slowed his thrusting, stopping with her impaled on his cock. The connection between them felt stronger than ever before.
“I love you Neisse, and I don’t want to be apart from you for another hundred years.” he whispered.
“I love you too Stanley and I don’t think we will be apart for very long,” she replied.
At first the idea seemed farfetched, but then Stanley remembered he had died over a hundred years earlier, and somehow tonight he made love to his darling Vanessa. He didn’t understand what she was talking about, but he chose to believe her.
“What can I do to help?’ he asked.
“Be patient, let the young man have control of his body again,” she replied.
Vanessa considered trying to explain what would need to happen next, but chose not to. There were two ways for them to be together. The first was to simply steal the bodies that were borrowing and banish the spirits of Danica and her boyfriend to the graves they were laying on top of. It was certainly a tempting thought, but it was not her way.
The second way was much more complicated, and for the most part beyond their control. It would require Danica and Wayne to return during another full moon and surrender their bodies again, and it would require Danica to learn to cast a spell.
“I don’t want to let go,” Stanley protested, knowing full well he could not in good conscience keep possession of a body that was not his.
“I don’t either, but it must be done.”
Slowly Stanley rolled to the side and lay beside Vanessa. He felt her slipping away, and did the same.
Danica felt Vanessa’s presence fade away, but it did not disappear completely. The sense of longing was gone, but Danica did not feel completely sated either. Vanessa left her with an understanding of what had happened, although it was difficult to believe. The spell had very specific requirements. It only affected the blood lines of Vanessa and Stanley’s families, and it had to be two people that felt strongly about each other. The spell did not force her and Wayne to make love, it merely gave them the confidence to do something that both deeply desired.
For the first time Wayne noticed the cold night air. He realized that what he had just experienced had not been a dream. Danica was lying naked in the grass with a look of satisfaction on her face.
“I’m not sure what happened,” he said.
“I think you just made love to me,” Danica replied.
She paused, reconsidering her choice of words. She could have said ‘had sex’, o r ‘fucked my brains out’, and both would have been true. She liked the answer she had given even thought she was not sure the words were her own. She looked at Wayne, he appeared confused. Danica briefly considered trying to explain what had happened, but decided it would sound a bit farfetched.
“No, that wasn’t me making love to you,” Wayne said, leaning forward and kissing Danica on the mouth, “this is me making love to you.”
He stroked her hair and looked into her eyes. She looked like herself again, the most beautiful woman he knew. He did not feel like a spectator anymore, but he did feel a bit awkward as he kissed her again. Wayne was shocked when she pushed him away.
“No,” she insisted, “this is us making love to each other.”
She pushed him on to his back and straddled his waist, then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. She wasn’t sure if the spirits had moved on, but if they were still around Danica was going to give them quite a show.
She ran her fingers through his curly brown locks, continuing to press her lips against his. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she playfully reciprocated. She could feel his chest hair brush against her nipples as her breasts swayed back and forth above his body. It was different this time, she felt more. In their earlier tryst she felt like some of the intensity had been drained away, like she was sharing the experience and was being guided. This time every decision was hers and she felt each touch in its entirety. It made her feel alive.
The entire evening had been unbelievable, almost dreamlike. He wondered if he should pinch himself to see if he really was dreaming, but decided the feeling of her hot pussy against his aching cock was enough evidence that he was awake. Cupping her breasts in his hands Wayne wondered why they had waited so long to take this step. He suddenly noticed his hips were rocking back and forth, sliding the length of his rigid shaft against Dancia’s sex. Was the spirit still controlling him, or was his unconscious mind making its desires known?
Danica broke the kiss with Wayne, “I want you…. You inside me.” She felt him squirm and the engorged head of his cock pressed against her labia. It seemed too soon to have him penetrate her sex so she wriggled away.
“Not like that, not yet. I want you inside my mouth,” she whispered.
Dancia’s words were both confusing and arousing. The debate between feeling bad about rushing things or happy about her offer was washed away as her lips began to blaze a trail down his body. Her breasts were pressed against his abdomen as her lips pecked at his chest. A chill passed through his body when she flicked her tongue against his nipple.
There was a certainly a sense of déjà-vu, but it was hardly surprising. Her previous experience still seemed like a dream as she worked her way down Wayne’s body. Each time her tits bumped against his throbbing erection she blushed, which seemed odd considering what had just happened. Crawling backwards she swirled her tongue around his navel. Even though she could not see it she was very aware how close her mouth was to his cock. Blindly she reached down with her hand. When she found his rigid shaft she wrapped her fingers around it, once again astounded that it had fit inside her pussy. It felt much too big. She tipped her head down and gave his engorged head an open mouthed kiss. The spongy flesh felt quite different than the rest of his body.
It was different this time. Even though a blowjob had been part of their previous encounter it was more arousing this time. Perhaps because this time he did not feel like a spectator watching his own body from outside. He watched as she pulled on his erection until it was pointing straight up, then began to lick his cock like an ice cream cone. Watching her tongue flatten against his veined shaft sent a shiver up his spine. He resolved to stay in control. Somehow he would find a way to keep his orgasm at bay until his cock was buried inside her sex, but she was not making it easy. She was treating his manhood more like a Popsicle now, licking it from the bottom all the way to the tip, then wrapping her lips around the head and sucking briefly. Then she would start the entire process over again. Just when he thought he could not get any more turned on she lifted her head. As her hand stroked his erection she looked up at him and smiled.
“Do you like the way I suck your dick?”
“Does it feel good to be inside my mouth?” she asked, hoping he liked her attempt at talking dirty.
“Do you want more?”
“How bad do you want it?” she inquired, a seductive grin spreading across her face.
“Bad enough to do this,” he replied, grabbing a handful of hair and pushing her head down until his cock filled her mouth.
Even though he almost made her gag on his cock she felt quite aroused. Maybe it was the hint of bad boy behavior, maybe it was knowing that she was pleasing him, or maybe she just liked sucking his dick.
“Play with yourself,” he said.
The command caught her off guard, and she was not sure how to respond.
He repeated his instruction, “Play with your pussy while I make you suck my cock.”
This time he grabbed her upper arm and forced it down. Nervously she placed her hand between her legs. Heat radiated from her sex. When her finger touched the soft flesh of her labia she found it much wetter than she expected. Apparently having a cock shoved down her throat was a turn on. Danica tried to guess how many fingers it would take to equal the throbbing erection between her lips, and decided at least three, maybe all four. She tried to slip three between her nether lips, but she was too tight. She tried again with two, it was still a tight fit, but managed to penetrate her sex. Burying her fingers in her pussy was not the way she usually masturbated, but tonight it was what she craved.
Knowing what she was doing was a turn on, but he wanted more. Reaching out he put his hand on her back and pulled. She responded perfectly, slowly rotating her body until her ass was pointed at him and he could watch her fingers slide in and out of her pussy. During the entire maneuver she continued to suck on his cock.
“Mind if I help you out?” he asked, putting his hand on her ass.
She grunted an answer as best she could with a mouth full of cock and tried to nod.
The constant stretching was causing her jaw to ache, but not enough to make her stop. The feeling of him touching her perineum was a welcome distraction. She wondered which finger he was using, but not for long. The moment his digit pressed against her labia she knew it was his thumb. It joined her fingers, stretching her sex out to equal the rigid flesh that filled her mouth.
It seemed surreal to see his thumb vanish from sight. He took in every detail of what he saw, especially the wrinkled pink flesh of Danica’s sex and the way it wrapped around his thumb. He watched as her fingers emerged and played with her clit. Although she still had his cock in her mouth it was obvious she was putting most of her attention on the events between her legs. She pushed back until his thumb was as deep inside her pussy as possible, then pinched and rubbed her clit. It wasn’t clear if she was showing off for him or enjoying herself, it didn’t matter. The show she was putting on was just as arousing as the blowjob, if not more.
When she first felt him pull on her back she thought he was trying to 69 her, and was a bit disappointed when he stopped her short of straddling his face. Her attitude changed as his fingers pressed into her ass cheek and his thumb penetrated her sex. Any concerns about climaxing before him were drowned out by the wonderful sensation that was spreading outward from her sex. Knowing that he was watching her masturbate was not embarrassing anymore, now it was arousing. If the hardness of his cock was any indicator, he was very happy to watch. She pulled her head up and let his cock slide out of her mouth, then gasped for breath as her climax continued to build.
“Oh, ahh, ahh, ahh, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she moaned.
Even with his lack of experience, it was obvious that she was about to come. He wriggled his thumb and felt her muscles begin to clamp down on him.
“Oh yes, I want to see you come.”
There was no doubt he got what he asked for. She cried out, and then his hand and part of his arm were drenched with her juices. Her hand fell away from her sex and her cries turned to a soft whimper.
“I think you are ready…”
The words both thrilled and terrified her. The aftershocks of her orgasm were still echoing through her body, but she still craved his cock. More than anything she wanted to satisfy Wayne, but she had no idea how to do what he asked for. She had seen what he was talking about in a porn video, but wasn’t sure she could do it.
It wasn’t that cowgirl was his favorite position; in fact he didn’t have a favorite yet. Wayne knew that if she was on top he could focus more on staying in control, and he needed every advantage possible if he was going to last long enough to satisfy Danica. The sight of her writhing on his cock would be arousing, but he could close his eyes if it pushed him to close to the edge. Tightening his grip on her hair he pulled her up until her face was above his. The fine sheen of perspiration that covered her face seemed to glow in the moonlight.
There was no mistaking what was pressed against her sex; it was Wayne’s throbbing erection. But instead of his engorged head trying to plunge into her vagina she felt the rigid shaft pressed against her labia. Clearly at least one of them would have to move, but he was motionless, staring into her eyes. Without any warning he pulled her down and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth. It was the complete opposite of his dick. Where his erection had been hard, it was soft. Where his cock stretched her lips apart and pressed against the back of her throat, his tongue was gentle and content to wrestle with her tongue. After a few blissful moments she broke the kiss.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
“Then saddle up, cowgirl,” he said with a grin.
Danica straightened up, not sure what to do next. She felt his hand on her hip, encouraging her to rise up even more. Looking down she saw him grab his erection and point it straight up. He pulled her hips forward until her sex was directly above his throbbing erection, then he guided her down. Their eyes met, and she lowered her body on to his. It wasn’t painful, but it was obvious that his cock was bigger than the two fingers she had slipped into her pussy earlier. She paused for a moment, trying to give her body time to adjust.
If there was a more erotic sight than Danica’s labia being split apart by his cock, it was beyond his imagination. Seeing his erection in her mouth had been quite a turn on, but it paled compared to this moment. She felt tight and wet and most of all she felt hot.
“More, I want more,” he groaned, pulling her hips down.
“It’s so big,” she replied, not know what else to say.
The sensation was hard to explain; logically it should have been the same as her fingers, but something was different, more than just the increased difference in girth between her slender fingers and his thick cock. She let gravity take over and sank down until her ass rested on his muscular thighs and his throbbing erection filled her sex. As she leaned forward her breasts swayed slightly and an unexpected moan escaped her lips. Normally she was oblivious to the presence of her tits, but now even the slightest movement sent a shiver down her spine.
Rocking her hips side to side, then back and forth she explored the way it felt to have his erection buried inside her body. When she found the perfect angle Danica began to ride his cock. Sometimes she barely lifted her hips, enjoying the way it felt to grind her clit against his body, other time she raised her body up until just the very tip of his erection was between her labia, then sank down and relished the feeling of being penetrated.
Even though he felt guilty about it, the temptation to watch her pussy swallow up his cock was irresistible. When Danica closed her eyes he stole a quick glance, and then felt embarrassed when she caught him staring at her pussy.
“I don’t mind if you watch me,” she purred, craning her neck to look past her breasts and see what it looked like to fuck him.
The slight sting she felt had faded away has her body stretched to fit him perfectly. The tingling sensation had returned, but she didn’t just want another orgasm. She wanted to make him climax.
“I want you to come inside me.” Just saying the words accelerated her towards bliss. He reached up and pressed on the bottom of her chin until her gaze met his. Of all the sights he had experienced, the most arousing was looking into her eyes. It would not be long before he satisfied her request, and there was little he could do about it. Cupping her breasts in his hands he pinched her swollen nipples between his fingers, and then tugged on them.
“Oh, yes, oh, baby, you’re going to make me come if you keep playing with my tits. Oh, ah, ah, don’t stop,” she moaned, pressing her clit against him.
“Ah, ah, I’m going to come,” he replied.
“I want it, come inside me, please come inside me… let it go…” she begged. Her words degenerated into something unintelligible as the most powerful orgasm of the night engulfed her body.
What pushed him over the edge was the feeling of her sex clenching down on his cock. The moment he realized she had climaxed his own orgasm spilled over the dike of his willpower. His cock jerked and spasamed as it pumped a steady stream of cum into her pussy. As the waves of euphoria subsided he pulled her body tight against his and pressed his lips to her, and held the kiss until he was about to pass out from not breathing.
“That was amazing,” she gushed.
“Yes,” he replied, still gasping for breath,” amazing.”
“Can we stay like this for a while?” she asked.
“As long as you want,” he answered.
As his words sank in Danica realized her true feelings for Wayne, and that he probably felt the same way. Perhaps it was her destiny to be with him, to have the union that Vanessa and Stanley had been so cruelly denied. Her thoughts went back to Vanessa. There had to be a way to find peace for her Aunt’s wayward spirit.
By any measure this had been both the most wonderful night of his life, as well as the most bizarre. He had made love to the woman of his dreams, and shared his body with the spirit of someone that had been dead for a hundred years. Danica was still on top of him, her head resting on his chest. She was also still around him, by some miracle his cock was still hard, but he wasn’t sure if was because he was still inside her, or if that part of his body was still possessed. Her breathing was slow and steady, as if she was asleep, but her body did not feel relaxed. He wondered what was going through her mind.
“Stand up, turn around and bend over.”
When she didn’t respond to his command he grabbed her arms and pulled her upright, then spun her so she faced away from him. With one hand he grabbed her shoulder and pushed down until her hands rested on a rock, with the other he lifted her dress to reveal her shapely ass. Grasping his still hard cock, he pressed the tip against the dripping wet slit between her legs, then without warning rammed his erection into her as far as possible.
As she put her hands on the rock, Vanessa could see the sky over the lake begin to glow, signaling the approaching sunrise. She wasn’t sure what would happen if they didn’t complete the spell. The idea of telling Stanley they would have to return to the cemetery and surrender themselves to their graves was unbearable. Equally concerning was that she would be responsible for trapping her young niece and her companion in the graves. Perhaps Danica could find another spell, or at least visit them and allow her a brief reprise from the darkness. She recalled the words of a poem about it being better to have known love and lost it being better than never knowing it at all, and wondered if it was true. She hoped that Stanley was still blissfully ignorant of the consequences of the spell. His fingers pressed into her skin as he gripped her hips tightly. For a few moments she set aside her concerns and focused on what it felt like to have him inside her. Each time he buried his cock inside her sex, his hips slapped loudly against her ass. She wondered how long they had been making the unmistakable sound of skin against skin. Each time he penetrated her she thought a bit less about their uncertain fate and a bit more about how good it felt to be with him. When the first inkling of a climax bubbled up from her sex her hope was renewed. She focused all her attention on the symphony of their lovemaking.
Without a doubt the percussion section was his powerful thrusts, but there was more. The way her breasts swayed back and forth added to the experience, as did the sound of his labored breathing. It was clear he was fucking her as hard as he could, ramming his throbbing erection into her pussy, and then pulling her hips back to finish impaling her on his manhood. The spark of an orgasm became a flame, and Stanley’s grunts and moans whipped it higher and higher.
When he first bent her over, he felt exposed. The trees concealed them from anyone walking by, but they were completely visible to the lake. Anyone on an early morning fishing trip would certainly catch an eyeful. Those worries quickly faded away once he felt her all around his cock. The sight of her dress flipped up just enough to expose her ass was even more erotic than seeing her naked. Only the outside curve of her breasts was visible, but his memory and imagination filled in the rest. And yet he craved more.
“Look at me,” he demanded, “I want to see your face when you come.”
The sound of his voice pushed her over the edge. The climax that had been smoldering between her legs burst into an inferno. Her legs started to buckle, but his strong hands never let go of her hips. The euphoria spread through her body and then something amazing happened. It didn’t feel like his cock was inside her anymore, instead he felt like an extension of her own body.
“Oh, oh, oh, yes. I want… I want… you… inside… in my pussy… I want…” she stuttered, not sure how to tell him she wanted him to fill her with his seed. She wanted to feel it running down her leg. She wanted to wrap her lips around his cock and suck out every drop.
When she turned to look back at him Stanley rocketed past the point of no return. He felt his previous climax between his legs, but this one was different. This time it felt like the essence of his entire body from the top of his head to the tips of his toes was flowing through his cock and into her wonderful sex. He could see her lips moving, but could not process what she was saying. He felt closer to her than ever before. The sensation of her pussy around his erection felt so good it was almost painful as thick, hot cum poured out of it. He stood motionless as she turned around and again sank to her knees. She grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks flexing inward has she sucked on his throbbing erection. Her tongue lashed his rigid shaft and the last few pearly drops bubbled out.
Then there was nothing but Vanessa. The lake, the sunrise, the wet grass, everything had vanished. Everything but Vanessa had simply disappeared.
The sunrise was blinding. Wayne blinked a few times, trying to get used to the light. The last thing he remembered was Vanessa telling him about her aunt. He remembered agreeing to help, and then everything went black. It reminded him of a sensory deprivation tank, but the blackness had been absolute. He had been alone with his thoughts, and they had all been about Danica. Was this how Stanley had spent the last hundred years? He looked down and saw Danica sprawled out on the ground in front of him; her dress was pulled up over her ass and pulled down to her waist. When his body tried to react to the sight a dull ache radiated out from his cock. It suddenly occurred to him that his pants were around his ankles, and he reached down to pull them up.
“I’m not about to walk around here with my dork hanging out,” he mumbled to himself.
The sound of Wayne’s voice roused her from a peaceful slumber. Even though she didn’t completely understand how the spell was supposed to work she was confident that Vanessa and Stanley had succeeded. The sense of longing that had been nagging at her all night was gone, replaced by a feeling of joy. The first rays of the morning sun were creeping across her body, which she realized was mostly naked. She felt exhausted and sore, but at the same time she was happy and relieved. She looked back at Wayne. He was zipping up his pants and looking quite disheveled.
“You look like a hot mess,” she said with a smile.
“Not you, you look amazing,” he replied. It was pretty clear that Vanessa and Wayne had taken full advantage of being in a corporal state; the stream of cum running down Danica’s thigh was proof of that. It was slightly annoying that his cock refused to rise to the occasion, but that was only a temporary problem.
Danica stood up and tried to smooth out her outfit, “I should probably get dressed.”
“Don’t do it on my account, I think you look fabulous. Can you explain what happened?”
“Yes, but I’d like to get cleaned up first,” she replied. Vanessa’s parting gift had been one of knowledge; Danica understood they had successfully completed the spell.
“I think my place is closer, you can fill me in on the way.”
“And you can fill me when we get there,” she replied, and then put her hand over her mouth. At first she wasn’t sure where those words had come from, but then realized Vanessa had left a few other thoughts behind.
“If you insist,” he replied, taking her hand and leading her down the path.
“Will it just be us?”
“I think so, Vanessa and Stanley are together.”
“So they aren’t back in the cemetery?” he asked.
“Only if they want to be, they are free now. They could be anywhere. I don’t think that will be visiting us again, at least not any time soon,” she explained.
“Good, I’m ready to spend some time together, just the two of us.”
Danica briefly considered explaining what happened to her and aunt his uncle, that they were free spirits that could travel the world, and that they could possess a body only if invited, but she decided to just enjoy the moment instead. There would be a time to discuss the ideas that Vanessa had left behind, but that time was somewhere in the future.