Another Ghost Story
Copyright© 2025 by LEBEC
Chapter 4
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Married couple moves into a house. It has a naughty ghost.
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The ghost sensed Joan approaching the house, her energy a mix of nervousness and anticipation. The ghost smiled, knowing that soon she would be back for more.
Joan walked through the front door, her arms laden with grocery bags. The house was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. She set the bags down on the counter, her mind still racing from the strange encounter with James earlier. She decided to check in with him to see if he needed anything. She knocked softly on his door and quietly turned the door knob, cracking it open just an inch. She heard him snoring heavily and could just barely make out the back side of his half-naked frame on the bed.
Her nipples hardened again and she shuddered at the memory of their earlier contact. She was tempted to enter the room but quickly chickened out and decided instead to close the door and walk away.
Joan’s fingers trembled as she unpacked the grocery bags, her mind replaying the way James had looked at her earlier - how his eyes had lingered on her breasts, how his cock had immediately jumped to attention.
She forced herself to focus on the task at hand, arranging the groceries in the fridge with deliberate purpose. But her thoughts kept drifting back to the guest room, to the way James had looked at her - like he “wanted” her.
She decided she needed to put such thoughts out of her mind. Since James was sleeping, she guessed this would be a good opportunity for her to take a break and maybe even have a shower. The hot water would help clear her head, wash away the lingering tension in her muscles. She entered the master bedroom and locked the door behind her, the wooden window shutters blocking out most of the fading daylight in the room.
Joan stripped off her clothes, stepped into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The water cascaded down, steam rising to fill the small space with warmth. She stepped under the stream, letting the heat soak into her skin, her mind still tangled in the strange events of the day.
The ghost’s presence lingered in the air, a faint whisper of energy that made her skin tingle. She could almost feel his hands on her again, the way he had touched her so intimately, so possessively. She shuddered, her nipples hardening under the spray. She reached for the soap, lathering her body with slow, sensual strokes, her fingers tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts.
The ghost remained invisible, but only a few feet away, taking the time to admire this White woman’s body. When he was alive, he had fucked many such young White ladies, and he absolutely loved the thought of seducing them and seeding them with his sperm, especially the married ones! He lamented the fact that he could no longer produce his own sperm, the only silver lining being that he was still able to take viable sperm from other males and “redistribute it” to unsuspecting females. This was easily half the fun for the naughty ghost.
It had been a long time since he’d had an opportunity like this, and Joan was especially beautiful. He probably would have already been successful at impregnating her, if not for John’s vasectomy. Yes, John’s spermless cum was adequate enough to sustain the ghost, but was useless for the rest of the ghost’s plan.
Now that he was freshly charged with young James’ potent seed inside of him, though, the ghost had everything he needed to proceed. He could already imagine the way her Joan’s belly would swell, the way her nipples would darken as her body prepared to nurture her offspring. The thought made his cock stiffen, the thick length rising upwards.
Joan’s fingers traced the curve of her belly, her mind drifting to the strange sensations that had been plaguing her lately. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different, that her body was changing in ways she couldn’t explain. The ghost watched as she returned her attention to her breasts, her fingers brushing over her nipples, sending another jolt of pleasure through her body. He could see the way her breath caught in her throat, the way her thick nipples responded to the slightest touch.
He knew she was ripe for the taking, her body primed and ready for breeding. He could already imagine the way her hips would spread for him, the way her back would once again arch as he filled her with his thick cock.
The ghost’s fingers traced her pussy, making her moan. The sensation was electric, her body responding instantly to his touch. She hissed, her fingers gripping the shower wall, as pleasure shot through her.
Joan felt disoriented, foolishly blaming it on the steam in the room, hoping that was all there was to it. She stepped out of the shower and quickly grabbed a towel, and began to dry herself. Meanwhile, the ghost’s hand would not leave her ass. It was firm, possessive, and she could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of the towel. She spun around, her eyes scanning the bathroom, and saw nothing.
She finished drying off and grabbed a robe off the bathroom hook. She stepped into the bedroom and sat naked on the end of the mattress, swabbing out her ears with a corner of the towel.
Before she could finish, though, her robe slid off the bed, seemingly on its own, like it was hooked on a fishing line, landing a good four feet away on the floor. As she bent down to reach for it, she felt a solid hand stop her movement, holding her in place. The ghost’s grip was firm, his fingers pressing into her waist with a strength that left no doubt - he was no longer just an apparition. He was real, solid, and very much in control.
Joan gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs as she twisted her neck, searching for the source of the touch. The air around her shimmered, and for a moment, she saw him again - the tall, broad-shouldered older Black man with the dark skin and piercing brown eyes.
The moment their eyes met, Joan melted into place, suddenly unafraid. His presence was hypnotic, magnetic, pulling her in with an irresistible force. The ghost’s fingers traced the curve of her spine, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She groaned, reminding herself to breathe, as she leaned into his touch, her body responding instinctively to his presence.
“You’re real,” she whispered, her voice trembling with awe. The ghost’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, his fingers trailing down her back, tracing the curve of her ass before sliding between her thighs. She moaned, her legs parting slightly, her body betraying her with its readiness.
Then, without warning, his mouth was between her thighs once again, his tongue hot and wet as he licked her with slow, deliberate strokes. Her body trembled as he worked her with expert precision. She remembered the other night - the way she had awakened to the sensation of a tongue between her legs, the way she had arched her back and cried out in the darkness. She had assumed it was John, that he had come to her in the night, hungry for her body.
But now, as the ghost’s tongue worked its magic between her thighs, she knew the truth - she was certain it had been this man, or more correctly, this ghost, all along. Any doubts, any fears she’d had of the unknown, were now completely forgotten. All she could think of was the pleasure that amazing tongue was giving her, and it wouldn’t take long before, with a cry, she came, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. The ghost groaned against her, his tongue lapping up every drop of her release, his hands gripping her hips to keep her steady, as she trembled through the aftershocks.
For a moment, she was too spent to move, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she sagged against the bed. But the ghost wasn’t done with her just yet.
His fingers continued to casually stroke her labia while he waited for her to respond. Once she came around, she stopped in her tracks when she saw his cock right next to her face. It was huge and jet black, over eight inches long and incredibly thick, particularly at the base. The sight of it made her mouth water. She had never seen anything like it - so thick, so veiny, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Had that thing been inside of me last time?” she thought. “No wonder I was so sore the next day.”
“You like what you see?” he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl.
His cock was right there, thick and pulsing, just inches from her lips. Without thinking, Joan reached out, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, marveling at the way it throbbed in her grasp. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to catch the pre-cum glistening at the tip. The ghost groaned, his hips jerking slightly as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. His cock was so thick, so heavy, filling her mouth completely.