“Cassidy,” the ghost said.
The apprehension passed surprisingly quick. With Cassidy being partly transparent, it was like she wasn’t actually in the room, but rather an imagined person or a subject in a fever dream. Skylar could remember her voice, her shape, her curves, but not enough to make her entirely solid. That was easier to accept than the ghost explanation!
Cassidy leaned in, and Skylar felt a chill against her lips. There was no solid contact to form the kiss, but she could almost feel her. Her eyes told her that another girl was kissing her, and her brain filled in the sensation with fragments from her memories, recollections of actually being kissed. It was close to the real thing.
Her arousal returned in full force, and Skylar pushed a finger into her slit again, resuming where she had left off. Despite being bombarded with pleasure from her loins, she realized Cassidy couldn’t actually interact with anything. She hooked a thumb under her shirt and raised it up, exposing her breasts. The chill went there next, and Skylar saw her lover’s lips enclose a nipple. Wow, what a feeling! There were even cold pricks, like that of a tongue perhaps. She watched as the nipple expanded inside the woman’s mouth, almost as visible as if she weren’t actually there at all, before throwing her head back and moaning.
I’m just making out with a ghost, she thought to herself. No big deal. Maybe I can borrow Jean’s bong again. She never told me there’d be trips like this!
Cassidy gave equal attention to each of her breasts, pinching them with her hazy fingers—though they passed right through the flesh—and sucking on both. Skylar was writhing now, nearly convinced that hands and a mouth had really touched her. Even the chill that accompanied her ghost lover was erotic.
When Cassidy moved down on her body, Skylar knew that she had a new destination in mind. Biting her lip, she wiggled her pajama pants down along with her panties, exposing her warm, wet mound. Cassidy went in right away, pressing her mouth and nose between her legs, licking at her snatch. The chill shot up into her lower abdomen.
“Fuck,” Skylar murmured, pushing her head back hard into the pillow. Once again, the sensation was nowhere near as strong as actually having someone between her legs, but her body didn’t seem to care. It recognized that there was a mouth down there, and a tongue probing her outermost folds and penetrating her slightly. Following the chill, a burst of warmth exploded in her abdomen, and she arched her stomach into the air. She bit her tongue to keep from screaming out. Cassidy wasn’t an amateur at this.
Then, it was Cassidy’s turn to use her cock. Skylar wondered how the hell that was going to work, but she didn’t have to wait long to find out. The ghost woman “grabbed” her thighs and shoved the entire length of her erect member into her pussy. The chill was deep inside of her now, buried in her lower abdomen. She thrust several times, and Skylar felt her orgasm building. It shouldn’t have been possible! It was like she was actually getting fucked, but only part of that signal was reaching her brain.
“Never thought you’d get an interdimensional pounding, huh?” Cassidy said, winking.
“Oh fuck,” Skylar breathed, whipping her head to the side.
“It’s the same for me too,” she explained, pausing to moan. “I can barely feel it, but it’s enough to … oh! … get me off. I’m really going to come hard, baby. Just wait for it. I’ve been waiting years for this. Oh! Here it comes!”
Skylar climaxed at the same time. Everything between her legs tensed up, and then she was burying her mouth into a pillow to muffle her cries of pleasure. Some might’ve escaped, though she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t really care. Her lower abdomen tingled for long after as Cassidy pumped into her a few more times. She even jerked off onto her belly, pushing out the last bit of cum—which spurted out and disappeared through her flesh. Skylar’s pussy felt a bit sore, though nothing solid had been inside it other than her own finger.
Satisfied, the ghost woman wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, gave her cock one last stroke, and disappeared after saying, “Ciao!” She faded right out of the room.
After recovering from the orgasm, Skylar propped herself up against the headboard. The room was how she remembered it, with the storm raging on outside and rain pattering against the window. If the ghost sex had been a dream, it sure as hell hadn’t felt like it. There had been no transition, no waking up. The post-orgasmic tingles still raced through her.
“Record floods, purple comets, and now ghost fucking,” she said. “My God.”
Five minutes passed, and the tingles hadn’t left her crotch. In fact, Skylar was half-certain that they had intensified. She looked down at her naked crotch, to the glistening outer folds that she had to thank Cassidy for. Her clit was more swollen than usual. And it was throbbing. She placed a finger on either side of it to feel its hardness. Wow, was it thick! Stranger yet, it still appeared to be growing in front of her eyes. Soon, her fingers—which hadn’t moved—were pinching it.
“Ooookay?”
When it grew to over an inch long, Skylar prepped herself for another finger-pounding. A second orgasm was certainly possible, especially when she was still this aroused. When it grew to over two inches long, she knew something wasn’t right.
And then it was three inches. And then four.
She could only watch it, silenced by this bizarre series of events. It was clear what it was becoming. At five inches, it had the shape of one, with the swollen head and the veins popping out down the shaft. She grabbed it around the middle, wrapping her fingers tight as it grew that last inch, swelling so hard that she thought it was going to burst. She pushed her pelvis into the air, closing her eyes, increasing her grip. Something inside her yearned for release.
A sac swelled just underneath it—complete with two orbs inside—but she didn’t bother to inspect it. She knew what that was. Rather, she had to jerk herself off. She had to masturbate with this new organ of hers, moving her hand up and down as quickly as possible. She had no idea where it had come from, or why she had received it. Maybe Cassidy was responsible. Maybe this was still a dream. It didn’t feel like one.
Faster and faster she stroked it, and the orgasm exploded within. A jet of cum shot from the tip, splattering back down on her stomach. More hot seed oozed out as she squeezed her hand right behind the head. It ran all down her fingers, warm and gooey. The tingles subsided as she caught her breath. She looked down, observing the white ribbons that clung to her fingers, and the other mess on her belly. Her new appendage began to soften.
“Oh my God,” Skylar panted. “I have a fucking dick.”
Pete couldn’t sleep. That new void between his legs probably had something to do with that. He had been thinking about it ever since leaving the bathroom. Over and over again he thought that maybe he had seen an illusion, something that wasn’t there. Then, he’d put a hand to his crotch and realize it was all true. In spite of that, he wasn’t turning into a woman—only the region between his legs had changed. But why? That ghost woman probably had an answer, but he didn’t know her name, or how to get her to appear again. Hopefully she’d come back soon. This was a serious issue!
Nathan and him shared the same bed. Of course Pete hadn’t mentioned anything about his misplaced male genitals. Nathan had been too obsessed over those pictures of Skylar’s mother anyway. Pete couldn’t imagine how he’d react. Nathan wouldn’t believe him, not without visual proof. And then Pete would have to tell him about the ghost and the blowjob.
It felt like any other. Pete had touched it a few times, but only with his fingertips. It was too bizarre, especially when he felt some wetness down the middle. That never seemed to go away. Were other girls’ always this wet? Of course not, he knew. But his was.
In the dead of night and with the rain still coming down outside, Pete reached down to touch it again. His finger pushed down the wet groove, over this new contour that had replaced the parts he had been born with. It didn’t shock him as much anymore. The pussy was as real as an arm or a leg.
No, he told himself. This is definitely not like an arm or a leg.
He had been working up the courage to penetrate himself for some time. The hole was right there, a millimeter away. He could feel the lack of his cock and balls, the emptiness going up into his body. Taking a deep breath, he moved his hand lower, and the finger at the center of his new pussy curved into the opening, pushing halfway in. Pete closed his eyes and exhaled.
It was all there—the vulva and the vagina. He slowly pushed his finger as deep as it could go, but there was more depth that he couldn’t reach. Regardless, the inner walls seemed to contract on their own, squeezing his finger. Pete realized he had some minor control over them and found that he was able to clench the muscles at will. Doing this several times resulted in his abdomen trembling. It really felt amazing to have something inside his pussy.
No, he thought, this shouldn’t be enjoyable!
The inside rapidly became wet. Pete had to slow down because he was getting too aroused and rolling his hips under the covers while fingering himself. Nathan would surely wake up if he continued. But he couldn’t pull that finger out. There was something satisfying about being filled down there, being penetrated. It also didn’t help that his palm was resting on another sensitive part of his new genitalia. Pete instantly realized that was his clit!
A white figure appeared at the foot of the bed.
“Enjoying yourself, huh? Can’t resist?”
Pete opened his mouth to ask her what the hell was going on before he remembered that Nathan was asleep beside him. Instead, he condensed the question into one word uttered as a whisper.
“Why?”
“Tonight is the night that the dead return to the world of the living,” she said, crawling onto the bed on Nathan’s side. The mattress remained still. “I’ve heard it.”
Pete gulped.
“How many times have you fingered yourself? Don’t be shy. I bet you’ve been thinking of your friend here, huh? Thinking about his cock?”
Pete shook his head. “No.”
“I would,” the ghost woman said, straddling herself right over Nathan’s lap and pretending to fuck him by thrusting her pelvis back and forth. She threw her head back and moaned a few times. “You can have his cock all inside you. I bet he’d fuck you if you asked. Why don’t you try waking him up?”
Pete repeated, “No.”
“Oh! That pretty pussy of yours is all wet, isn’t it? The finger isn’t big enough. It might get you off, but you want a real cock. You can tell me. I’ve been fucked so many times. I can tell you all you want to hear.”
Pete swore he saw a tent forming in the sheets. Nathan might’ve been asleep, but he was getting an erection! The image of Nathan’s cock flashed into his head—naked, hard, and throbbing. The finger at his pussy went in a little deeper before he rolled out of bed and went for the door. He couldn’t trust his own thoughts.
“Afraid I’m right?” the woman asked.
Pete didn’t respond. He had to get out of the room, away from Nathan. He had to find someplace far away, even if it meant sleeping on a couch. If he stayed for much longer, he was afraid of what might happen next. The ghost hadn’t been completely wrong.
Halfway down the hall was a light. Pete saw that it was coming from the bathroom—the same bathroom where he had lost his manhood and gained something in its place. The door was just cracked, and he could see Skylar and Jean inside. They were talking about something. This time he could hear the conversation.
“That’s so cool,” Jean was saying. “Let me see it.”
“Jean, no,” Skylar told her. “This is uncomfortable. It’s wrong. Keep your distance.”
“Why?”
“I’m afraid of what’ll happen if you get close to me.”
Pete couldn’t tell what was going on, or what they were talking about. Skylar was facing the counter, wearing only a t-shirt and panties. Jean was right behind her in a similar attire. He glanced at their legs and panty-clad butts, and felt a familiar twinge of pleasure between his legs. Only, instead of an erection pushing out his briefs, his pussy began to feel slippery. A hand automatically went to it.
Jean came up right behind Skylar and tried to reach around to her crotch, but Skylar pushed her arm away.
“No. Stop.”
“You have to show me. You can’t tell me all this and, like, not show me. You’re being cruel.”
Skylar turned around, and Pete stifled a gasp. There was a bulge in the front of her panties! It was clear what it was, for the underwear was much too tight and outlined everything. Pete traced the swell of her scrotum with his eyes, and the long shaft leading to a pink head poking out just above the waistband. A sliver of drool escaped the corner of his mouth. God, he was wet down below!
Somehow, Skylar had changed just like him. Maybe she had an explanation for what was happening. That would have to wait until Pete was done fingering himself, however. There was a hierarchy of importance he had to follow.
Skylar opened her mouth, but a few seconds passed before she spoke.
“Jean, get down on your knees.”
“You really do have a penis!”
“I know. Get down on your knees. I need you to follow my exact instructions.”
Jean complied, lowering herself to her knees. The bulge in Skylar’s panties was right there in front of her face.
“Now what?”
“Take my cock into your pretty little mouth and blow me.”
Pete’s eyes widened. Holy shit! Skylar, what the hell is going on? He had never heard her like that. Plus, Jean appeared thrilled with the command and wasted no time in yanking the girl’s panties down and unveiling that cock. As she took it in her hand and pushed the head into her mouth, Pete was stunned. He couldn’t believe what was happening. With them both having the wrong genitalia, this was way too much!
Yet, he was compelled to watch. Jean eagerly took half of the new cock into her mouth and stroked the remainder of the shaft. Meanwhile, Skylar appeared pleased by this, staring down at this girl willing to do as she requested. Pete fingered himself more as Jean bobbed her head back and forth, drool oozing from her lips. Skylar’s cock was real thick now, possibly bigger than his had been. He couldn’t stop staring at it, or her swollen nuts in need of release, or her legs trembling as pleasure raced through her.
Most of all, Pete wanted desperately to be in Jean’s place, to be on his knees obeying his ex-girlfriend’s voice and pushing that cock into his mouth as far as it could go. He didn’t know why such a fantasy had consumed him, but he loved mentally inserting himself right in the middle of the action, feeling Skylar’s cock swell inside his mouth, tasting her pre-cum, swallowing that huge load when she was ready to give it to him. It made his pussy hotter than ever.
Pete spread his legs a little more, squatting on the floor. He pushed a second finger into his soaked hole, and then a third. His body was begging for it. Every moan that threatened to come through his lips he had to force back down. He couldn’t alert them of his presence, even if he considered joining in.
“You’re such a slut,” Skylar told her lover. “A little whore with an appetite for cock. Take it all. Don’t stop until all my seed is in your stomach. Got that, slut? Oh yeah. That’s good right there. You’ve done this before.” Then, Skylar’s expression changed. “Jesus, did I just say all that? Jean, stop! I didn’t mean all that. I … I don’t know what … oh my God.”
But Jean was committed now, Pete saw. He pumped his tight little pussy repeatedly as the girl took two-thirds of Skylar’s cock into her mouth. The scene had him so hot that even his nipples were erect. Pete pinched one without skipping a beat, loving how sensitive they felt. The fingers down below only quickened.
When Skylar came, so did Pete. He cried out with her, keeping one eye open as Jean gobbled down all the cum she could—though some trickled down her lips. He so badly wanted to taste it, to have his mouth filled with her hot cream, to have her fuck him with that c
ock. The orgasm peaked, and he fingered himself as hard as he could, riding the waves until his hand ached. There was so much release! He brought the hand to his lips and tasted himself, licking every finger clean and then going over them one more time. It certainly was the taste of pussy, and he loved every drop of it.
Suddenly, the light expanded to surround him completely. He looked up to see Jean and Skylar standing over him—the latter with her cock stuffed into a pair of too-small panties with a dark stain on the front where some leftover cum had soaked through. Pete’s eyes lingered there before he heard a voice.
“Pete?” Skylar asked. “Oh shit.”
“The comet told me this would happen,” Jean explained. “I heard it. Tonight is special. The storm and the changes, and all of that.” She paused to take another hit from the bong. “You should both be so excited. If I had a chance to have a penis, I’d go all the way.”
“Absolutely not,” Skylar said. “We have to stay away from each other.”
That’s not what you were saying earlier, Pete thought, remembering the bathroom scene vividly as if it had just happened. Well, it had just happened not more than ten minutes ago. A very different Skylar had told Jean to suck her off and seemed to enjoy receiving a blowjob. Jean was so lucky to be the first to taste her cock. Pete hadn’t stopped looking at it. Sure, it had shrunk inside of Skylar’s black panties, but the bulge was still prominent. There was a faint tickle between his legs. More wetness probably. Pete couldn’t go five minutes without his pussy being wet. That was one of the neat advantages of it—the recharge period was next to nothing!
“Pete!” Skylar snapped. “Are you listening? I was saying we should keep our distance. Maybe this will … God knows … pass over. Maybe we’ll be back to normal by morning.”
“Yeah,” he said abstractedly, imagining that Skylar from earlier ordering him to his knees. With the right opportunity, he’d show her what he could do with his mouth. “Yeah, sure. That’s a plan.”
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