Oliver the Randy Ghost

This story starts nearly one hundred years ago in a small town that shall remain anonymous for reasons that will become obvious in due course.

After a decently long courtship and engagement Hilary Spence and Mark Swanepoel were married and settled down together. Mark turned out to be a very strict disciplinarian and very conservative in his ways, Hilary was less so but saw in him a good, sturdy and trustworthy member of society.

After some years of trying Hilary fell pregnant and was delivered of a boy child whom they called Oliver. There were, to the couples disappointment no further children born.

Mark, confident of his prowess in bed and his fertility blamed Hilary who accepted the blame without comment but did note that Mark's mistress Suzy had not been delivered of a baby either despite the many liaisons that Mark took little trouble to disguise.

The marriage went for quietly boring to accusative and finally Mark took to beating Hilary when he was drunk or just in a bad mood.

This situation did not go unnoticed in the small town, but as Hilary never communicated with the other women so no one in the village was sure about what they should do about the issue. Mark being the bank manager had a certain standing in the community and no one was prepared to stand up to him.

Oliver was a sturdy child, with a build much like his mother, a temper like his father and a willingness to use his fists when aggrieved; also much like his father.

One thing that he didn't follow either of them in was his empathetic nature which kept his use of his fist under strict control. He did not like his fathers lack of control over his temper or his fists and often sided with his mother against his father which annoyed Mark especially as Oliver started to become bigger and faster than him.

It was just before Oliver's nineteenth birthday that Mark went on one of his rampages and Oliver took matters in his own hands by standing between his mother and his father.

Mark was faced with a dilemma. Either attack his son or break off the rampage. Looking at his large and formidable son Mark decided that a stiff whiskey at the local pub was a reasonable way of settling the dispute and so he stormed out of the house leaving Oliver and Hilary alone in the house.

Oliver took his mother in his arms and stroked her hair.

"Don't worry Ma. He is gone. I will protect you from now on."

Hilary sniffed, dried her eyes and looked at her strong, vibrant son and felt the stirrings of sinful lust. He was most delicious, hard muscled but oh so very gentle. The more she thought about it the more aroused she became.

My protector! My strong son! she thought.

She felt safe, protected and to be honest willing to trust her body in his protection so when he said:

"Come Ma. You sleep in my room tonight."

She didn't object, in fact she was eager to accept his offer. She followed him like an obedient wife to his bed where he wrapped her in his arms around her and started to kiss her cheeks but she turned her head and kissed him on the mouth, her lips opening for his tongue to thrust into her mouth. He hesitated for an instant before invading her mouth with his tongue causing her to moan softly.

She reached down between them and found his cock already erect and more than adequately ready to service her needs. In fact it was larger than her husband's. He had probably inherited this fine weapon, she thought to herself from her father who had happily ploughed her fertile pussy before she married Mark.

She lifted her skirt up to her waist, pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and invited his cock inside her.

"Ma? Are you sure? This is sinful!"

"I know sweet man, but I do so need some strong comfort."

And so Oliver rolled her on her back, spread her legs wide and thrust his fine weapon deep inside her pussy.

"OH! My! Oh. So big, so hard, so strong. Take it all my love! Take it all." she said.

Thus encouraged Oliver slammed his hips against hers until he felt the surge of cum rising up in him and pulled out of her and sprayed cum all over her belly.

They fell asleep entangled in each others limbs until Hilary moved and woke Oliver. Oliver, finding a warm and willing woman in his bed set about fucking her again. He was firmly in her body when Mark returned home.

Mark not finding Hilary in his bed or anywhere else in the house, came to the correct conclusion that the noises coming from his son's room were those of two people rutting so he did what he should not have done. He fetched his pistol from the safe and kicked open the door of Oliver's room.

Mark had had not one but a number of whiskeys by the time he returned from the bar and was not thinking straight or reacting with any real speed so that when Oliver, extracted his cock from Hilary and pushed him out of the door he was unable to respond until they were already in the sitting room and being pushed towards the door.

His response was foolish but not unexpected. He shot Oliver in the chest. The huge noise brought Mark to his senses and he ended up, pistol in hand, looking down at his son dead on the floor.

Hilary at this stage did the sensible thing. She climbed out of the window and hid in the rose bed, cowering low and waiting for death.

But death was not to come for Hilary. Having regretted his hasty reaction to his son fucking his wife, Mark decided that the only thing to do was to tell the police that his son had gone mad and had attacked him and that sadly he had had to defend himself.

He staggered out into the road, gun still firmly in hand to meet the police who had been summoned by the neighbours.

Foolishly, instead of dropping his gun, he waved it in the general direction of Charl the youngest and most inexperienced policeman in town.

Charl took the waving of a weapon in his general direction as being a direct threat and did what he considered the only sensible thing to do in the circumstances. He shot Mark, not once but three times in the chest.

After so much gunfire the town was awake but somehow Hilary managed to climb into her car and drive out of town without being noticed.

It was only three days later after intensive searching of the entire town that someone thought of phoning her family who told them that Hilary had indeed come to them but was in a catatonic state and had been talking of murder and incest and all sorts of horrible, unbelievable things.

In the family's opinion, she had always been a bit flaky and probably needed a couple of days in a mental facility so they had dispatched her to a local mental hospital.

The doctors there had of course agreed, diagnosing her as suffering from a psychotic episode and needing special treatment. She was, they decreed not to be disturbed.

By the time the local magistrate had issued an order releasing her, she had formulated the believable but totally untrue narration of how events had unfolded that dreadful night.

Mark, she said had tried to protect her from Oliver who had gone mad and wanted to kill them all. Mark had bravely fought back and had reluctantly shot his son.

The possibility of incest having occurred was thus erased and Mark's will was still valid in case of any nasty small print things about incest excluding her from the will if she was ever caught fucking their son.

In terms of Mark's will Hilary was thus the proud owner of a house in a small town. The house in her opinion was not really worth selling at that point so she came to an agreement with Iselle the local librarian to stay in the house, pay the rates and the relevant bills and keep the house in reasonable condition for the foreseeable future.

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Iselle was a lovely, but lonely spinster who dreamt of passionate affairs but always ended up backing out when things got hot and she was expected to spread her legs.

For this reason she had accumulated a fine collection of toys, mainly vibrators but also nipple clamps, anal beads and butt plugs to help her through the lonely nights.

She always told herself that they would not be needed when the right man came along. After twenty years, the right man had failed to show up, but Iselle was not disheartened, she still had high hopes.

Iselle moved in with great efficiency but was too tired the first night to celebrate with a good solid knee tremble inducing orgasm. Thus it was that on the second night she selected the Purple Porpoise, her favourite dildo and checked that its batteries were fully charged.

She had just liberally lubed up and switched the Purple Porpoise on when she noticed a rather sexy, chunky male sitting on the couch next to the bed.

"Who are you?" she asked more surprised than afraid as he did look kinda cute and really fuckable. And she certainly didn't want to chase him away because he really didn't look very dangerous. And even if he had looked dangerous his cuteness might still have gained him a reprieve.

"I am Oliver." he said in a calm and friendly manner.

She switched the dildo off which was distracting her and thought about what he'd just said.

"Oliver," she said firmly trying for a bit of sanity "Is dead. His father shot him."

"Yes you are right. I am quite dead. I am a ghost."

Iselle looked at the dildo in her hands for a moment, mainly to buy her some time to think. He did, she thought look remarkably like the Oliver she had lent books to.

"Prove it." she said. The challenge being the only thing she could think of immediately.

"You locked the door when you came in here?"

"Yes."

"Did you see me here before you locked the door? Or after that for that matter."

Iselle thought about that for a moment. She hadn't thought to check the room properly, but really she would have noticed him if he were in the room. It wasn't as if he was small and insignificant.

"No."

"So I just appeared?"

Iselle nodded uncertainly.

"Tell you what" he said "I will go out the door and back in again without opening it. Would that convince you?"

Iselle thought about the offer but before she could respond he had stood up and passed through the closed door without opening it. She looked around the room just in case he had moved very quickly. Nope! He was definitely gone.

"OK. You can come back in, I believe you."

Almost immediately he was sitting back on the couch where she had first seen him.

"Now. Why don't you switch on that dildo of yours and let me watch you masturbate?"

"I must let you watch me masturbate? That is a disgusting suggestion."

"OK. I will just disappear then."

And that's what he did.

Iselle stared at the now empty couch and found herself disappointed. It might have been be fun showing off her skills with the Purple Porpoise.

She thought about it for a while and realised that he could easily be sitting there completely invisible. In fact the more she thought about it and the men she had previously encountered she was convinced that it was more than likely he was sitting there right now. Invisible.

Bastard she muttered to herself.

"Stop being silly!" she said aloud and, taking a chance "I know you are there watching."

Her answer was a soft chuckle.

"Now that was a wild guess, but a correct one none the less." he said, reappearing exactly where she'd expected him to be.

"Now start up that dildo and let's have fun."

"Just how are you going to have fun?"

"Me? I will just stroke my cock while watching you."

He hauled out the biggest cock she'd ever seen.

"Here look!" he said, waving his cock at her "This is why my Ma was in my bed when Pa got home. He shot me because I was stretching her much more than he ever did and he knew it."

He gave his cock a couple of firm strokes.

"And you know what? She liked it! If he hadn't shot me we would have left town and now be man and wife in the big city where no one cares if you are married or committing incest."

Iselle had by this time started stroking her clit, aroused by his story.

"Now, start up that dildo and slide it up and down your pussy. I just know you want to. Get that clit of yours all worked up."

She switched the dildo on and showed him how the tip squirmed.

"It has a small finger on the porpoise's back that I can use to tickle my clit."

So saying she slowly eased the dildo inside her making sure that the little finger teased her clit. She looked at him and he was rhythmically stroking his cock in time with her thrusting of the dildo.

"Oh! That's so sexy!" she said

She continued masturbating and watching him stroke his massive cock. The feeling was so incredibly arousing, she came faster than she normally did.

"Now. Cum for me." she whispered. "I want to see you spurt cum."

Oliver released a long strand of ghostly cum and then disappeared.

Iselle awoke the next morning, unable to believe that she and the ghostly Oliver had masturbated together.

Iselle's sex life had never been so full as it was with Oliver. However, she started to wish he could touch her. A bit of human touch would be very nice she thought to herself.

The next evening when he arrived for their masturbation session she demanded that he sit next to her on the bed to be a bit more close. Problem was that it frustrated him that he couldn't touch her. He tried to touch her breast and his hand swept right through the breast he had tried to touch.

"Damn!" He said.

"Hmm, Try again. Slowly this time. I am sure I felt something."

He tried a bit more slowly and sure enough there was a faint flutter of feeling.

"Again. Slower than last time." Iselle commanded.

And this time there was a definite feeling of warmth and resistance.

"Oh. Nice. Do that again please." Iselle's eyes sparkling with excitement.

And it worked again, and again and once again. But it had to be done really slowly.

By the end of the evening, they were sure that they had made some sort of contact and Iselle shuddered with a really good climax.

"Fuck! That was good!" she said before drifting off to sleep.

As the days passed the contact between them became easier to achieve till eventually they were mutually masturbating.

They never succeeded in having proper sex, but Iselle was happy. And Oliver? He was ecstatic. An endless future of surreptitious contact with Iselle stretched out before him.

Except that after three years, Iselle collapsed at work and by the time they got her to the hospital she was dead.

Oliver was not aware of her death and she never visited him again at the house. If she ever haunted anywhere it was definitely not where Oliver was.

The house stood empty for a year, then a young couple bought the house and moved in. At first Oliver was just a voyeur as Isaac and Sharon made sweet, soft love. In truth Sharon was not happy with Isaac's performance in bed and often would masturbate after he had gone off to work.

Sometimes Sharon would get her anal beads out and, as she started to cum she would pull them out slowly, one by one extending her orgasm quite considerably and making her gasp and moan in most exciting ways. Oliver enjoyed watching these sessions the most.

"Oh, God! I wish Isaac would just pull those out for me. I just get so excited and pull them out too fast!" she murmured one day.

It was this comment that decided Oliver to introduce himself to Sharon. The next time Sharon started to masturbate he sat on the couch next to the bed and let her see him.

"Ah! Who are you?" she shouted.

"I am your local, friendly ghost. My name is Oliver."

"Fuck. You could at least have been more discreet about arriving like that."

"I enjoy watch people have sex but I do like to introduce myself."

Her eyes narrowed as the implications of what he had just said hit her.

"You have been watching me masturbate haven't you? You sneaky bastard!"

Oliver just nodded.

"How long have you been here?"

"Five years I think."

"And you have watched other people having sex?"

"And I have found a way of making light contact with the living. Possibly I could pull your anal beads out?"

"You heard me say that?"

He just nodded

"Fuck that is embarrassing. You should have introduced yourself first."

She eyed him carefully.

"You think you may be able to pull those beads out?"

"I don't know. Lets try. You masturbate and when you want me to start I will try to grab the beads. Can't promise anything mind you."

So Sharon started started gently massaging her clit with her vibrator with Oliver watching. The hum of the vibrator was soon accompanied by the wet sounds of it being used to very good affect.

Sharon was soon shaking and jerking as she rapidly approached a fine orgasm. Almost too late she shouted out.

"Now! Now!"

Oliver slid a finger into the loop on the end of the anal beads and pulled.

His finger didn't hold in fact it passed right through the plastic.

"Please! Please! Pull!" Sharon whimpered.

Oliver tried again concentrating hard and the first bead popped out of Sharon.

"Uh! Fuck! Yes! Again!"

Oliver's confidence was now on a high and he pulled again, feeling an easy slide, then the pop and a loud grunt of approval from Sharon.

Oliver kept the action going till the last bead which defeated him.

"Fuck! That was good Oliver! Thank you."

Oliver bowed to Sharon then faded away leaving Sharon with one anal bead still in place which she dealt almost indifferently.

Oliver became Sharon's extractor and regular stand in for day time frolics. He stayed well away when Isaac was in attendance.

One evening Sharon and Isaac got home late and rather drunk so Oliver decided that the happy couple would not mind him watching. Sharon drunkenly put the anal beads in and forgot to tell Isaac until the crucial moment and when the moment that extraction should happen she grabbed wildly at the beads herself, missing entirely.

Oliver cheekily stepped in and without permission pulled the beads out quickly to a.

The effect on Sharon was immediate as the beads popped out rapidly

"Ah! Fuck Oliver! Yes!"

Isaac recovered fast and was understandingly suspicious of this new name in his wife was calling.

"Who is Oliver?" Isaac asked suspicion and jealousy elbowing each other out of the way.

Oliver decided that an immediate answer was the way to go so he made himself visible and said firmly.

"I am and I am dead."

Which while being completely correct was not logical.

"Where did you come from?" Isaac asked not unexpectedly.

Oliver shrugged.

"I have been here all along."

"No you haven't! I would have seen you."

"No you wouldn't! Not if I was invisible like this." Oliver said fading gracefully into invisibility.

"Where'd he go?"

"He is a ghost. He s still there, just invisible. Cummon Oliver. Show yourself again."

Oliver reappeared, albeit a bit reluctantly.

"Ghost? Why did you shout his name out like that? It's not cool!"

"I pulled her anal beads out of her at the crucial moment."

"Ghosts can't move things! Only poltergeists can and they throw things."

"I am NOT a poltergeist!" said Oliver in a huff.

"As a ghost you should not be able to pull anal beads out of my wife's arse!"

"I am special!" said Oliver becoming quite irritated by the conflict that he had created.

"Wait! Let me see you move something."

Oliver picked the anal beads up between thumb and forefinger.

"Sharon? Shall I take this to the bathroom for you?"

"Oh. Yes Oliver. Please do so."

Isaac watched with amazement as the anal beads floated out of the room, Oliver having faded away leaving the anal beads still visible.

"Has he fucked you?" Isaac asked suspiciously.

"No! He just extracted the beads for me when I couldn't." Sharon twisting the truth just a bit. "I love you too much to be unfaithful to you. Silly man!"

Isaac thought about it a bit.

"I need some clarity of mind to think about this." he said eventually.

"And to clarify your thinking you need a blow job?"

"Yes. That always helps." he said.

So Sharon started to fellate him, slowly and luxuriously, taking the head of his penis into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip and allowing lots of spit to drool down the length of his cock all the way to his balls.

"Ah! Yes! Helpful!" He said. "Very helpful!"

When Sharon started to stoke his cock slowly and firmly he sighed quite dramatically and tilted his head back.

"Most effective!" he said between soft moans. He stopped commenting entirely when Sharon stroked his balls gently in time with her stroking.

And then he could hold back no more and started trusting his cock down Sharon's throat knowing full well that she really didn't like such roughness but believing that she owed him something for allowing Oliver to mess with her.

Sharon was not happy with the way things were going but allowed him a bit of leeway hoping he'd get over the Oliver incident if she complied.

However when she felt his cock pulsing she decided enough was enough and as he started to spurt cum she whipped his cock out of her mouth and let him spray all over her tits and face knowing he liked the effect of cum hanging visibly on her.

"I think." said Isaac pompously after he had carefully inspected his handiwork "That you can continue using Oliver as an assistant but your pussy is mine. He must keep his ghostly cock out of you "

And so it was. Oliver became a third party in their sex lives with the anal beads featuring heavily in his interactions with them.

Oliver kept practising at becoming more "corporate" so much so that eventually he was convinced that given the opportunity he could have penetrative sex with a woman but knowing that Isaac did not want him in Sharon's pussy he refrained from ever mentioning it to Sharon.

The years passed by so quickly and Sharon and Isaac aged in a slow and dignified manner.

Then one day Isaac did not come home from work and Oliver and Sharon waited up for but he never came home.

Late the next morning, news arrived that Isaac had been killed in a terrible car accident.

Sharon sold the house and bade a sad farewell to Oliver.

The house having been bought for investment purposes stood empty for a long time until it was converted to a B&B and during this phase Oliver observed some strange and amazing activities, but being discrete he never interfered with anyone.

The next owners were a middle aged couple, staid and boring in their lives, their sex life being relegated to a Sunday afternoon quickie that Oliver was convinced did precisely nothing for either of them.

Going through the motions was how he put it to himself. He did not make himself known to them.

Things changed for the better when the couple's twenty something daughter Tania came to stay after the breakdown of her marriage.

She was rather lovely and Oliver indulged himself in watching her in her bedroom.

He was getting to the point where he thought he might just introduce himself and had in fact drifted into her room to do so when she turned the world upside down for him.

"You do know," she said looking directly at him "That I can see you perving on my nudity?"

Oliver stunned into silence was still looking for a reasonable answer when she reach out towards him.

"And you get a hard on just looking at me nude. A pity you are a ghost, I am sure we could have some good times together with that good-looking cock of yours. I saw you stroking it the other evening while I was masturbating. "

"I might well be able to engage in physical sex with you. I haven't tried sex but I can move things with my cock."

"OK. Let's try. Come here and stand where I can get a hand on your cock."

Oliver stood close to Tania who took hold of his cock.

"Oh my word! I can feel it! And it is hard! Come closer! I need to taste your vintage cock."

Oliver moved closer and felt the warmth and wetness of Tania's mouth as she swallowed his cock.

She then proceeded to stroke it firmly and slowly making Oliver groan with ecstasy.

"Don't you fucking dare come in my mouth! I want it in my pussy!"

"Lie on you back and spread your legs then because otherwise I am going to cum in your mouth."

Tania did exactly as instructed and Oliver mounted her not believing what was happening.

"Oh! Fuck! After all this time I can feel my cock immersed in a hot, wet pussy." said Oliver.

"Stop talking and fuck me!"

Their experience of sex was not normal. Occasionally Oliver would lose contact with the living world and with Tania.

When this happened he would have to concentrate hard on staying present in the living world which slowed him down and to Tania's great delight made him very long lasting. She lasted all the way to two exceptional orgasms before Oliver managed to cum. Not that he shot anything physically measurable.

"And a good thing too." said Tania "I don't want to get pregnant from you."

One night Tania rigged up a video camera to see what it would record. What she got was a strange video of her being fucked by an invisible lover.

The porn channels all rejected it as AI generated footage despite all her furious claims to the contrary.

Oliver and Tania remained lovers for six months until Tania went back to her flat and found another partner leaving Oliver to mourn the loss of another lover and hope that something would happen soon to stave off the boredom of haunting this house.

One night as Oliver was contemplating haunting the latest short term tenants he felt a presence in the house so he searched the house from top to bottom but found nothing which was very frustrating and a bit worrying.

Frustrating because whatever or whoever the presence was he would rather like to meet them.

Worrying in case it was some aggressive, irritating or noisy lost soul.

After a while he cornered the presence in the main bedroom.

"Come on out! I won't hurt you."

Then an apparition started to coalesce.

"Oliver! It's me Sharon!"

"Sharon!" Oliver shouted "I am so glad..." Here he stopped himself from saying I am so glad you are dead! because that would be ugly!

Sharon laughed. "And I am glad I am dead too! Now we can be with each other forever!"

And they were happily dead together forever.