Like You've Seen a Ghost Pussy

Note: Spooky.

You look like you've seen a ghost pussy

"Tess?"

Dead leaves crunching under his feet, Matt walked towards the pale figure sitting on the swing.

It was a black-haired girl in a night gown, strangely limp like a ragdoll, swaying in the cool breeze as the swing made distressing squeaky sounds.

Fog was rising up from the ground, and grey clouds swallowed the last rays of the autumn sun.

The more you looked at the girl, the more you realized something wasn't quite right. Her skin wasn't just pale, it seemed to be translucent. You could see her blood vessels, the outlines of her bones, and, in fact...

Suddenly, the girl raised her head, and turned to face the young man.

As she parted her long hair, there was only smooth, white skin, where her eyes should have been. She opened her mouth for a blood-curling, silent scream that seemed to last an eternity.

"MOTHER of FUCKERS, Tess! Don't DO that!" Matt protested.

"Oh come on, that was cool!" Tess chuckled dryly, straightened her back and plopped her facial features back into place.

"No it wasn't, dude. I thought you had gone feral on me."

She floated out of the swing and started circling him. "Aaahhh... Wouldn't that be nice, though. No more memories. No more regrets. No more boredom..."

She let her cold fingers wander over Matt's neck, which he immediately retracted into his goofy checkered shirt. Always a delight, to make him flinch, to make those little hairs stand up.

"... I could slurp your soul straight out of your sorry anus, enjoy the nice tickle as it goes down, and have the house all to myself again..."

"Or you could have mashed potatoes and meatloaf," Matt snorted. "Your favorite. Dinner's ready."

"Oh, yummy, dinner."

She let herself sink to the ground and politely followed him back to the kitchen.

~~~

Tess stood back, watching as Matt set up the table and slapped a generous helping of meatloaf onto the plate. One definite advantage of clinging on to some of her humanity was that Tess still had a sense of smell, and the smell of Matt's meatloaf, recipe of his grandma, was simply divine. She could tell it would have made her mouth water, and her belly rumble, right about now.

Matt was a fairly talented cook. He could even make real fancy stuff, the sort of thing that would have impressed her back when she was still alive. But at the end of the day, the humble meatloaf was the undisputed champion.

Matt sat down, and patted his lap, in a smug way that she didn't entirely care for. "You're coming?"

"Why, thank you, good sir, that's too kind," she sang in her most obnoxious aristocratic accent.

She made a show out of straightening her night gown, sat down on his lap... And phased into his flesh.

Truth be told, she loved that sensation, the sudden heat rush of becoming one with a living body once more. That obscene split second, where her ghost mouth fused into his flesh mouth, and her ghost asshole fused with his flesh asshole.

Speaking of which...

She immediately reached down in between the asscheeks, and scratched scratched scratched.

"Sooo good," she moaned through his mouth, with his voice. "You have NO IDEA how much you miss that, when you no longer have a body..."

"Awesome," Matt observed, taking back control, "Now we gotta wash our hands again."

The best part, of course, was still the meal itself. The taste, the texture, the weight, feeling its warmth settle in the empty stomach. A lot of things, Tess didn't miss at all, when it came to bodily sensations, but a couple of those were truly impossible to beat.

After they had devoured their meal, Matt leaned back, and Tess lazily floated out of him.

"Welp... Thanks for dinner. Smell ya later. By the way, you could use a shower. You still smell like... How do I put it... Work."

"So you're not sticking around to do the dishes?" Matt grunted, patting his chest reproachfully. "You realize you hogged almost all of the taste buds again, My Beloved?"

Tess sarcastically waved at him as the last strands of her essence left his flesh, and she phased through the ceiling. "Division of labour! I feel you got it covered, big guy!"

Then she stuck her head down into the kitchen again.

"Also, I know your inner workings, flesh tube - something's already coming a'knocking at your backdoor, from the inside. You're gonna want your privacy."

~~~

Tess rolled into a horizontal position as she let herself drift through the house.

HER house. The house she had bought with her own hard-earned money.

She had been the rising star of her law firm. The first woman to ever make partner. She had worked herself down to the bone, and for what?

A stupid, stupid pandemic had rolled over the world. She remembered how people had said, Oh, it's no worse than the flu. Only kills you if you got "pre-existing conditions", or if you got really, really, really, really unlucky.

Well, fuck Tess, apparently, because she was one of those less than one percent. She had been one of the very first casualties, too, even before the first lockdowns.

She had called in sick, for the first time in her life, already feeling a little better when it had been time to go to sleep, and the next morning, a beautiful summer morning, she had died in her bed. Which is why she was now stuck floating around in that flimsy nightgown, presumably until the heat death of the universe. Lazy weekend 'til the end of time. She had been working so hard on that burnout, and now it would never come. Stuck forever in that pre-burnout phase. She had no idea if her estranged parents, her hypocritical colleagues, let alone her asshole ex-boyfriend, had even shown up to her funeral.

There was still a faint sense of warmth in her tummy, from the memory of the meatloaf. She sighed.

And then Matt had come along. A plumber, who didn't even earn half of what she had, back in her day. He had gotten the house - HER house - for dirt cheap.

Because it was haunted, you see.

She chuckled at the memory at how passionately she had haunted him, those first few days. The whole package: Poltergeist shit with floating knives and broken dishes. A disembodied voice reciting obscure case law and regulations, in the hallways at night. Crawling on the ceiling with her head twisted around. Poking her head out of the toilet with perfect comedic timing. All the jumpscares. And, of course, making creative demonic faces, until one of those had suddenly caused Matt to stop screaming, and he had pointed out that she was shamelessly plagiarizing a pre-pandemic monster movie he had just watched on tv.

Next thing they knew, they had tv nights, dinners, and Tess going over Matt's legal paperwork to make sure the peon didn't get screwed over anymore.

Adrift in her thoughts, and her memories, Tess lost her sense of time again. Minutes turned into hours, and into days. That sort of thing kept happening to you, as a ghost. You actually had to focus, to stay in tune with the material universe. In theory, Tess could have just pressed "fast forward" on the course of History, to see human civilization, evolution, geology and the ultimate fate of the cosmos rush by in front of her eyes. According to hers and Matt's research, a lot of ghosts did exactly that, only stopping and tuning in whenever something especially interesting was happening; if at all.

At some point, Tess thought she heard Matt call out to her, perhaps it was dinner time again, but she ignored him. It was only after another turn of the wheel of days, when that strange feeling of hollowness, of emptiness got a hold of her again, that she tilted back into a vertical position, and phased through the walls in search of her roommate.

~~~

She found him in the bedroom.

In a most compromising position, that is. He had clearly just emerged from the shower, and was lying there in nothing but his pajama top, naked legs spread wide open, left hand on his dick, a bottle of lubricant on his nightstand. Not for the first time, she admired his nice, meaty thighs.

His beard stubble had returned in full force. Tess must have been gone longer than she thought.

Standing quietly in a dark corner, she watched for a few seconds, before saying in her most sickly, most ghostly voice:

"Why, hello there, handsome. Having fun?"

Matt shrieked, and covered his shame with both hands. "Tess! NO! Can you MAYBE knock?"

"Where's the fun in that," she sighed and floated down by his side.

He glared at her. "Would you mind...?"

"It's MY bed, mister. The one I DIED in? I am pleasantly surprised you had the decency to swap out the mattress, at least."

"Aaaand there goes the mood," Matt mumbled and reached for his pajama pants, awkwardly trying to expose as little of his person as possible. "Gone for a week, and then this..."

"You could have put a sock on the door."

"You didn't come through the door!"

A strange ripple went through Tess' ectoplasm, when she caught a peak of his naked buttocks.

"Uhm... You know... It's nothing I haven't already seen? You realize I watch you in the bathroom, sometimes...?"

"I figured as much," Matt hissed. He was blushing, though, clearly avoiding eye contact. "Urrgh... Where are those pants..."

Tess sarcastically pointed downwards. She was lying on top of them. They had phased into her, in fact.

"Thanks. Could you...?"

"Actually," Tess said, hoping that Matt didn't notice the weird shift in her voice. "It's... really no big deal. We're both men of the world, aren't we? You can... You know... Just keep doing, what you were doing? I don't mind. I've kinda moved past that sort of thing."

"You... You sure...?" Matt asked, reluctantly. "I mean..."

Tentatively, he uncovered his nether regions, and slowly started stroking his dick again. Tess tried not to gasp.

What was that strange feeling, that rippled through her substance? She really SHOULD have moved past all of that. Heck, one of the very first things she had done, back when she and Matt had agreed on a truce, was to daintily lift up her nightgown to demonstrate that she had died without her underwear on. The look on Matt's face had been most delicious. Becoming untouchable and invulnerable had done wonders, for her squeamishness. Plus, she had indeed made a habit of sneakily observing her roommate in the bathroom, from time to time.

Still, this felt different. Heavens, Tess, are you... bashful?

Poor Matt obviously had some trouble to get his head back in the game, though. The dick remained quite flaccid.

"No use," he said apologetically. "I have never done it with someone watching, before..."

Tess felt a strange little flutter of despair. "Wait...!"

She had to take control of the situation again. Later, she would blame her week-long absence. When she lost track of time, and disconnected from the land of the living for too long, she was usually all the more... Ravenous, for physical existence, when she returned. That very emptiness that made ghosts turn feral, if they ever gave into it. So without thinking, she said: "Let me make up for it. I can help."

Avoiding Matt's wide-eyed stare, she got up on her knees, and floated onto the spot in between his spread legs. Stubbornly facing the opposite wall, she turned her backside towards him, and pulled her nightgown up.

Ghosts were stuck with whatever they had had on their person, at the moment of their demise. Their clothes became an integral part of them. Tess pitied all those ghosts who had died with pants and underwear on, let alone bras, or even corsets and those old-fashioned, multi-layered dresses that one could never hope to climb out of on their own. Tess, for her part, could just roll up her clothes like an uncircumcised foreskin, an analogy Matt had been sort of ambivalent about, when she had put it to him like that.

Still, she dearly missed her clothes. All of her fancy designer suits. They had been so fucking expensive. Tess sometimes wondered what had happened to them.

Anyway, she rolled up the shirt, and exposed her back and her bottom to her roommate. Did she suddenly feel drafty, back there? Had to be her imagination.

Swallowing down her misgivings, she wriggled her rear end defiantly. "Boom. Translucent ghost ass. That doing anything for you, kid?"

"I... Tess..."

"Unconvinced? I can do you one better." She leaned forward, to spread her cheeks.

Matt's high-pitched shriek told her all she needed to know about the visual impact of the sight of her asshole turned into a giant feline eyeball, and her vulva into a hissing maw full of sharp teeth.

"Couldn't resist", she chuckled, as she shifted her rear back to regular human anatomy. "Anyway, ghost pussy. Bet you've never seen THAT, up close, meat sack. I... Uh... I haven't shaved. Was too busy dying of a respiratory disease. Hope you don't mind?"

She heard Matt gulp. "Tess, my love, in all due respect, you are GORGEOUS."

He had casually called her "my love" before, a hundred times at least. But today, it hit different, somehow.

Was that a warm feeling, spreading through her core? Impossible. She bit her ectoplasm tongue, and said: "Less talking, more wanking. I'm not gonna hold that pose all day." She was gently swaying from side to side.

"Yes, Ma'am."

What had gotten into her? Either way, she was rewarded with timid wanking noises, just behind her. A grunt. How glamourous.

"Hurr... Tess...?"

"Mh-hm?"

"I'm sorry... I really appreciate this, but, nope. Not gonna happen. Maybe we watch a movie, instead? I could make popcorn. Sweet, the way you like it...?"

"Oh. Okay. T'was worth a try, I guess," Tess said, feeling strangely dizzy. She turned her head, and gave Matt an awkward smile. "Good lord, man. You look like you've seen a ghost cunt."

He sat up straight, and smiled back at her. "Now I can finally cross THAT off my bucket list..."

She was about to roll down her night gown again, but something in his voice gave her pause. Like a thin tendril of disappointment. A hunger. A connection that had almost, almost formed.

"You know..." Tess slowly said, letting her hands sink again. "There's something I have been wanting to try... Out of curiosity..."

She rose up into the air, and gingerly floated down onto her roommate, careful to not phase into his warm flesh, as tempting as that was.

"Tess, what are you..."

"Shhh. Mommy's concentrating. Let's see... Never done this before..."

She closed her eyes and reached into his flesh, and pulled. Slowly. Carefully. But steadily, without mercy. It was like pulling a label off an old glass of jam. The trick was not to rip it.

Matt gasped. Was it painful? She'd have to ask him later, if there was a "later".

She opened her eyes, and discovered that she was holding his bottom in her hands. Or rather, a pale, translucent, ghostly version of it. With ghost balls and a ghost boner sticking out on top.

Matt's corporal form was still below, kinda making it look like Matt was fucking himself in the ass.

He had turned into a giant pair of scissors: his flesh body still lay horizontally on the bed, while his ghost body was now hovering above him diagonally, the both of them only connected by the scalp.

"What's the matter, Tess," Matt wheezed with his new found ectoplasm mouth. You look like you've seen a ghost dick... Hehe... Oh, geez..."

"How do you feel?" Tess asked.

"Weird... Cold."

"Yeah. It be like that. Now, let me just..."

Like an astronaut in zero gravity, she navigated around her friend, and finally aligned herself so that she was in the same diagonal position as he was. As she did, her spatial perception adjusted, and she hoped for Matt's sake that he felt the same way, because otherwise, he'd probably get nauseous real quickly, in that position.

"Tess..."

"Shhh..."

She aligned their pelvis areas, and then... Carefully...

Matt's tip poked into her cunt. She slowly slid down along his length.

It felt different, from when she was alive. Distant, impersonal. As if it were someone else's genitals. No, that wasn't right... There was more to it. An acquired taste, though, for sure.

"How does it... I mean, you're not... wet, are you?" Matt wondered.

"The lube," Tess gasped. "I guess you kinda... brought it with you. You know... the way my clothes carried over?"

"That's dumb...?"

"I don't make the rules. I... Uhhh... I just fuck them. Lawyer, remember? Hush, now."

There was no pleasure, just yet, but suddenly, that feeling of emptiness was gone. It was only now that she realized how omnipresent it had been, all along. And it's not just that she had needed something inside her incorporeal vagina, apparently. There was also a different kind of fullness, going on here. The kind that fills out your entire being.

Obviously, Matt felt it too. "Oh, wow," he gasped.

Tess chuckled. "Now here's a first, for both of us."

"You don't know me! Maybe I fuck ghosts all the..."

"HUSH, meat bag, before you say something you'll regret. Or the most intense thing you're gonna feel this fine evening is me sucking your soul out of your freshly washed pucker, as foreshadowed earlier."

"Kinky."

But what happened instead is that Matt closed his ghost arms around her, as big as their fleshy counterparts. And suddenly, neither of them felt cold. Not cold at all.

He dug his fingers into her undulating hair, he kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders. And then, when he started ramming into her from below, he kissed her on the mouth. Hard, and deep.

Tess felt something like a growl rippling through her substance, primordial, greedy. She started working her pelvis into him as if it was possible to get him any deeper inside, if only she tried her hardest.

His hands were everywhere, wandered all over her back, her belly, grabbed her weightless tits, her bum. She was pretty sure they even reached through her substance, and inside of her, into her guts, her lungs. Her unbeating heart.

That time distortion thing happened again. Neither of them was capable of experiencing an orgasm like this, but instead, they just melted into one another, floating, timeless. The way - and especially the speed - at which the light changed in the bedroom, suggested that several days were rushing by. No matter.

That is, until Tess noticed that Matt started to detach from his scalp. Tendril by ghostly tendril, he pulled away from the last connection with his physical body.

"No!" She gasped, spitting him out. "Matt, you are leaving your body... We have to stop, you stupid idiot... You will die..."

"Don't care. Please, Tess..."

This was bad. If he lost the connection, he probably wouldn't even turn into a ghost. The vast majority of people never did. He'd just go poof.

For a treacherous moment, Tess didn't care, either.

But then she shook her head, and gently, but firmly... Squished his ghost face with both her hands, and pushed it back down, until he had fully phased back into his scalp, at least.

"Urrgh..." Matt said. "Yeah, no, I see what you mean now... How long have we been doing this? I think... I think I might actually be dying...?"

"Yeah... I guess we should..."

With a shocking abruptness, Matt disentangled his arms and legs from hers, and slipped out of her. The emptiness he left behind felt like it would make her implode. She gasped in utter shock at his betrayal. Underneath her, she helplessly watched his spirit body sink back into his flesh body. Out, away, no longer hers.

But as it turned out, Matt wasn't actually done, just yet.

He reached out again, grabbed her by her hips, and then there was a sharp pull. He whirled her around, so she was facing away from him, and with one fluid, merciless motion, he entered her cunt from behind, her buttocks slamming against him. He pulled her along with him, until his ghost pelvis sank into his flesh pelvis, and his dicks phased back together.

No, Tess thought mournfully. Now she wouldn't be able to feel him anymore, or vice versa. It would be like cold mist fucking warm vapor.

But that wasn't the end of it either. Because as Matt fully reconnected with his body, he just kept pulling her along... inside of him. She sunk into his flesh, possessed it, and that's when, just as their groins became one, Matt came.

It is said that men experience much weaker orgasms than women, but for this one, they truly came together, and it was more than the sum of their parts.

Tess and Matt violently bucked his and her hips, overwhelmed by the raw, rippling intensity of it.

They slowly sank back onto the bed. Tess gasped, and stared at that cum-splattered body that now belonged to her, once more.

"HOLY shit!"

"Can I show a girl a good time, or what?" Matt's voice smugly said, at the back of her head.

Then, after a few more seconds: "Tess...? Are you alright...?"

"Yes, Matt, I just... Can we maybe stay like this, for a while? I don't want to leave, yet..."

"Sure thing, my love."

There it was again. Tess blushed, with Matt's face. She was pretty sure he had noticed.

"Let's maybe go pee, and take a shower, though. Uh, and drink something, so we don't collapse. Eat some crackers."

"Oh, definitely."

Later, they fell asleep within each other, rolled into the blanket, and Tess wondered how anything could be this perfect.

"Meatloaf for dinner, tomorrow...?"

"You know it."

"Hehe. Awesome."

~Recommended Soundtrack~

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