Ghost Girlfriend by Yuri LesboLover

Ghost Girlfriend by Yuri LesboLover

Part 1

My name is Lila and this happened to me in March 2020, right as the pandemic was first beginning to get out of control and everyone was under quarantine. I was 22 at the time and fresh out of College with a Master’s in Web Design, which is what I focused my career path on. Because of that, I was able to work from home anyway, so the pandemic wasn’t any trouble. The isolation was something that a lot of people couldn’t cope with but for me, it was the exact opposite. I’ve always been a hardcore loner and introvert with little to no friends but that’s just who I was. I’m also admittedly kind of a hermit and only like leaving home when absolutely necessary. 

I lived in a decent apartment. Nothing special but it was nice and cozy, just how I like it. Despite my social awkwardness, a part of me yearned for attention from others but on my own terms. So, I occasionally did some stuff on OnlyFans for that exact reason. Yeah, I know. It doesn’t make sense but I’m a complicated individual. As for my appearance, I’m the last thing you’d expect a professional web designer to look like. I’m a platinum blonde with dark blue eyes, reflecting my Norwegian heritage. My hair is very long, running just under my ass cheeks. Introvert as I may be, all women take pride in their hair and I’m no exception. Plus, its long length just gives me a feeling of protection and comfort anyway. Some of my bangs come down and cover my right eye. I like that look and so do my fans. 

Body wise, I have very pale skin, reflecting my status as a semi-hermit that hardly ever goes outside. I’m so pale in fact that my skin almost blends into my walls like a chameleon. However, my skin is also flawless and smooth. My tits are an impressive F cup and I also take pride in them as well. Yeah, I’m a good deconstructor of the stereotype that introverts are all careless slobs that have no regard for appearances. Or maybe I’m just a natural beauty. I have bright pink nipples and while it’s usually hidden by my hair, I also have a big, fat, swaying ass with cheeks like two fresh apples. As I hardly ever leave home, I tend to just be in my underwear most of the time. I mean, why not? 

My only real company in my little hermitage was my French Bulldog that I had gotten just after getting my own place. I do love dogs. More so than people, honestly. They’re just so much easier to deal with and be around. As he was a French breed, I decided to give him a French name. Pierre. He was a feisty little guy but also loyal and he loves his mama very much. He’s also as lazy as I am, so it was a good match. Thank God my place allows pets and there’s no one I’d rather spend quarantine with than my little French Prince. 

Anyway, onto my actual story. As I’ve said, the pandemic was at its height at this time and everyone had to be sheltered in their homes, which worked out just fine for me. This had also happened during a long string of thunderstorms in my area. It just further added to the feeling of isolation that I loved so much. For an introvert/loner like me, this whole situation was like winning the lottery. As luck would have it, I had just finished a major grocery shopping spree before all this happened and had just finished some high paying web design contracts, so I was all set for what was to come. I was all stocked, had plenty of food for both myself and Pierre and life was good…Until I began to notice some…strange things.

To begin with, it seemed that I was going through my food at a faster rate than I thought. In fact, I had noticed that some boxes that I’m positive I never opened were in fact open and food was missing from it. I gave my dog a suspicious look when I noticed this.

“Pierre…” I said in a teasingly accusatory tone. “You haven’t been digging through Mama’s pantry again, have you?”

He gave me sad eyes and I broke pretty quickly.

“Oh, I just can’t stay mad at you…” I said as I picked him up and snuggled him. 

Still, just to make sure, I stocked all my food in spots where I knew he couldn’t reach just in case. However, the problem continued but the food boxes were exactly where I had left them. I was genuinely baffled but I decided to just shrug it off for now. Nonetheless, strange things continued. For example, my water bills seemed to be unusually high. I do love taking nice, long, hot baths. I mean, who doesn’t? But the bills seemed way higher than my usage would suggest. Like almost double in size. I messaged my landlord about it and he showed me the water stats. I assumed it was because everyone in the building was using their hot water a lot more with the quarantine and everything. Besides, my contracts would cover my expenses. 

Then the weirdest and creepiest thing of all happened. I had a spare bedroom that I never used as I never got any guests but lately as I’d been passing it, I began to notice that it looked almost…used. The sheets and pillows were all messy. Again, I just assumed that it was Pierre playing a bit rough, the little scamp. So, I fixed the bed up, as I was a bit of a neat freak and the very next day, I noticed that it was messed up again. What the fuck is going on? 

I decided to take my mind off of things with some streaming on OF. That always makes me feel better. As is common with introverts, I have rather low self esteem and because of that, I’m kind of a sucker for flattery. So, another reason I used OF was because I just couldn’t get enough of men and maybe some women too, drooling over my body and telling me how sexy and irresistable I am. It always gave me a good confidence boost and I was kind of addicted to that. Today’s stream was nothing special. Just a simple dance and strip tease but my fans loved it. Besides, with my water bills right now, I could always use some extra cash. I was stark naked after ending the stream and I couldn’t help but admire my body in the mirror. 

‘I guess I am pretty hot.’ I thought to myself as I made a sexy pose.

My moment of bliss and self confidence took a total 180 when I swear that I felt a hot blast of air of some kind run down my neck. My heart skipped a beat as I swung around so fast that my beautiful blonde hair whipped with me and wrapped around my shoulder and arm. I saw nothing but I know what I felt. Someone’s breath.

“Who’s there?!” I shouted in a panic as I found myself being thankful that this apartment had sound proofed walls. My landlord told me that a cannon could go off in my room and none of my neighbors would hear a peep or vice versa. It was one of the main reasons why I moved here as I treasured peace and quiet.

I looked around frantically for who or whatever breathed on me but I saw nothing. I was starting to think that my apartment was haunted. However, I began to relax as I saw Pierre run in, no doubt checking on me after I yelled so loudly. He wagged his little tail and looked up at me.

“Arf!” He barked.

I let out a good, big exhale as his presence calmed me down. I was still nervous but I didn’t know what else to do about it. I picked up my dog and snuggled him to let him know that everything was alright. I decided that a nice, hot bath was what I needed to calm my nerves. I let my furry baby down and went to the bathroom for a nice, refreshing dip. My bathtub was the perfect size. Just big enough for me…and maybe one other person but I doubt that will happen. Well, maybe if another OnlyFans girl wants to do a lesbian bath show, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed. I’m very much into women. If you ask me, all women are. Some just don’t know it yet. I then noticed that the tub was still wet even though I hadn’t used it at all today. I began to get nervous again but I shook it off.

‘Come on, Lila. You’ve gotta relax.’ I told myself.

I then ran the hot water and let it fill up to where I wanted it before I stopped running it and got in.

“Ahhhhh…” I moaned in bliss as the soothing sensation enveloped my voluptuous form.

My thick, ass length hair swam about in the water. Washing it always took forever but it was worth it. No woman’s beauty is complete without long, flowing locks, in my opinion and I got a lot of compliments on it from my subscribers. I began to relax and slowly forget about my worries. I loved taking baths. I could sit here forever but my skin would prune. I eventually scrubbed myself down. My big, bouncy F cups, my fat, bubbly ass and I shampooed my hair, which took me about a half hour. I had to get it just right. Afterwards, I got out of the tub as the water drained and I reached for my towel when I noticed something else…It was already a bit damp. As if it has been used already…but it was a fresh towel that I had just put up this morning. Still, it was dry enough for me to use, so I did. 

‘Come on…It’s all in my head. It’s gotta be.’ I told myself. ‘My apartment is not haunted. It’s not!”

I opened the door and let the steam out of the bathroom. After having some dinner, I decided to turn in for the night. I often slept naked as I found it to be much more comfortable and Pierre slept next to me on my bed on his pillow that I laid out for him. I usually slept fine but not tonight, for obvious reasons. I just told myself that whatever was going on could wait until morning. It began to thunder again, which actually helped me finally get to sleep…At least for a little while. 

Sometime later, I don’t know how long. At least two or three hours, I began to partially awake as the sound of Pierre’s barking pulled me out of my deep sleep. Pierre is usually a very laid back and quiet dog. He only ever really barks when he wants something from me. 

“Pierre, please go to sleep…” I said weakly in my half asleep state.

But he wouldn’t stop.

“Bark! Bark! Bark!” He just kept yapping.

This bark sounded different from his usual begging bark. It sounded more deliberate and almost aggressive but what he did next was what finally got my full attention.

“Grrrrrr!” He growled.

He actually growled. For the first time ever since I had gotten him. And it wasn’t a typical, annoyed or whiny growl that dogs do when they want attention or food. This one sounded angry and confrontational. It finally made me go wide awake. My eyes still felt weak and tired, so I rubbed them before opening them to see what Pierre was fussing about. What I saw next nearly made me pass right out again. I will never, ever forget the feeling of pure and utter terror from that night. I do not wish that kind of fear on my worst enemy. 

In the corner of my bedroom…was a figure. I was so terrified that I couldn’t even scream, let alone move. I was completely frozen in place as the only noise that could be heard was the sound of Pierre barking and growling. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I began to make the figure out and I finally got a clear image as lightning lit up the room. The thunder that usually calms me only horrified me even more as I could see that the figure was a woman. She was about my height and was wearing a white robe…my white robe! I didn’t even notice that it was missing! She had insanely long and very dark hair as black as the night itself. Her hair was longer than any woman I had ever seen before. 

I began to think that she was a sleep paralysis demon until I saw her take a step forward…and then another step. Her midnight black hair hung down like a curtain in front of her face. She looked like something out of the Grudge or the Ring. As she got closer, I could see that her skin was even paler than mine. It was a chalky gray. Paler than I knew possible. And I could now see just how long her hair was. It went all the way down to her ankles. It was as long as her entire height. It looked thick and shiny. Pierre kept growling at her as she marched towards my side of the bed and I finally snapped out of my daze and moved back on the bed away from her.

“Stay back! Stay back!” I yelled out, trying and failing to hide the fear in my voice.

Then the ghost woman began lifting her head up and shook her mass of hair out of the way to reveal her face. I expected her face to look hideous and water logged like it did in the movies…but boy, I could not have been more wrong. Her face was…beautiful. Amazingly beautiful even. She had her hair covering her right eye, just like I did. I looked into her other eye and it looked so hypnotic and alluring. She had a flirtatious, seductive expression and she had black lipstick on. I actually began to relax a little bit. At least now I knew that I wasn’t going crazy and if I was gonna die, at least I would die at the hands of a hot babe. Pierre continued to behave aggressively. That was until this ghost hottie held out her hand towards him and gave him a piece of bacon. He gobbled it up immediately and started acting much friendlier towards the woman, wagging his tail at her, likely expecting more. 

“My hero…” I said sarcastically.

Really, French Bulldogs were meant to be watch dogs, not guard dogs and most dogs will trust any human that gives them food. I never thought I’d need a guard dog up until now though. I continued breathing heavily, still very much afraid.

“Who are you?” I asked. “What do you want?”

The silent ghost girl looked at me again. As lightning flashed one more time, I could see that she looked rather youthful. About my age. She then smiled at me, more warmly than creepily. She then surprised me by stripping out of my bathrobe and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her body and oh, Lord, what a body it was. Her skin was that same grayish color all over. Even her nipples were gray but she really made it work. Her tits looked to be about F cups like mine. She then began striking poses, as if she was showing herself off to me. She twirled around and moved her endlessly long black mane out of the way to show me her thick, rippled, meaty, heart shaped ass. It was magnificent. And then there was her pussy. The only actual pink on her but very whitish pink. It looked so ripe, juicy and delicious. 

At this point, I was starting to get less terrified and more turned on. Still, my brain was having a hard time processing all of this and neither she nor I said a word as she pushed me back down onto my bed and pulled my blankets away from me, revealing my full naked body. I began to blush. The ghost girl then crawled onto the bed and on top of me as Pierre got onto his pillow again, as if he now considered the whole thing a false alarm. The ghost girl laid her full weight onto me, pressing F cup to F cup and nose to nose as she licked her lips.

“What are you…?” Before I could finish my question, she silenced my mouth with her own.

Her tongue explored my mouth passionately and thoroughly. At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore and I kissed her back. I hugged her body into mine. Her mass of raven hair took up pretty much the entirety of her back and its softness and silkiness was pretty much all I could feel on my hands and arms as I hugged her into me. As we made out, she spread her legs with my own and sunk her lower lips down on top of mine. 

“Mmmmm…” I moaned into the kiss.

I felt her pussy sink into and fully latch onto my own. Our lower lips made out every bit as passionately as our upper lips did. Her smooth skin on mine, her thick, soft hair in my hands, her tongue exploring my mouth and wrestling against my own and her gray nipples dueling with my pink ones until they were able to penetrate into my areolas…It was all just so intoxicating. This had gone from being a horrible nightmare to a glorious dream that I hoped I would never ever wake up from. However, my sensual bliss would soon take on a different tone. 

As the ghost girl had her way with me, I could feel her intentions. She was very much trying to dominate me. I could feel it. She put all of her weight on me, pinning me down on my bed, not letting me move an inch as she used me for her pleasure. Upon realizing that, my emotions had shifted yet again. I started to get pissed. This ghost bitch had been haunting me for days. Eating my food, using my hot water and running up my bills, spying on me for who knows when and how long…and now she just thinks she can fuck me in my own bed in the middle of the night? Like Hell! I felt transgressed and taken advantage of and I was not going to have any of it!…But I certainly wasn’t gonna stop fucking her either. 

“Mmmmmfffff!!!” I groaned into her mouth as I did everything I could to fight back. 

I tried to roll her off of me and shift my position to the top. She seemed to have caught onto my plan and tried to resist but I soon managed to force her off of me and push her onto the bed, breaking the kiss in a spray of saliva as we both breathed heavily. Pierre had gotten up off of his pillow and gave me a sad look like a child seeing his parents argue. We just stared at each other silently as we panted. This bitch was hot. Probably the hottest bitch I’d ever seen in my life and that includes myself. She just looked so exotic and alluring. What I was doing was technically necrophilia, I guess but she started it and I planned on finishing it. I had so many questions for her swimming through my head but all of them were secondary. Right now, I just wanted to teach her a lesson for fucking with me in my own home and violating the privacy that I held so dear.

We both caught our breath at the same time and she smiled. We actually looked rather similar. Even down to our bangs covering our right eyes. Her hair was much longer than mine but other than that, she basically looked like me going through a goth phase. I flipped my long mane of platinum blonde hair back and pounced on her as Pierre jumped off of the bed. We wrestled and rolled around in a catball as our grunts of effort and pleasure were the only thing that could be heard besides the occasional thunderclap. I finally managed to pin her down and smiled as my hair ran down her luscious, gray skin. I was ready to start giving her a taste of her own medicine. 

“Oh!” She cried as I pussy fucked her.

I humped as brutally as I could, making my F cups and my long hair bounce around in response. Sexfighting another woman had been a long time fantasy of mine. I had read many hot stories about it. You’d be surprised at how passionate of a community it has. What better opportunity to live out that fantasy than on her? The ghost girl pulled me down by my hair and we engaged in another lustful, heated make out session. She was such an amazing kisser. Perfect amount of tongue, lip and spit. Not too much, nor too little. Just right. She had to have done this before. I kissed her back as I continued humping her but I began to feel her trib back upwards into me. 

“Mmmfff!!” I yelped into the kiss. 

She took advantage of my momentary distraction to force both herself and me up, putting us into a sitting scissor position. We broke the kiss with a pop of our lips, leaving a trail of spit between our mouths. We wasted no time in grinding against one another. Fucking Hell, her cunt felt amazing on mine. As if my own twat had been missing something its entire life and her twat was exactly that. I reached behind her and pulled her thick, dark hair. She quickly pulled my hair in retribution as we fucked like rabbits. I could feel her clit and my clit pressing together as I used my free hand to reach behind her and grabbed a nice, tight handful of her round, shapely ass. It felt so firm and tender. She grabbed my ass right back, squeezing hard. Soon, I began to feel my orgasm beginning to show itself and I could somehow tell that hers was well on its way too. We just kept tribbing and tribbing and tribbing until it finally happened.

“Ohhhhhhh!!!!” We both screamed as we climaxed.

I felt her hot fluids pump inside of me and I knew that she was feeling me pump my own right into her. As our orgasms subsided, we both rested our chins in each other’s shoulders, panting like dogs into the other girl’s ear. 

“You’re good.” She said, finally breaking her silence. “Very good even.”

She playfully licked at my ear as she finished her sentence.

“Who are you?” I asked. “What do you want from me?”

“My name is Ramona.” She answered. “And have I not made it perfectly clear what I want from you? Lila, is it?”

“Why me?” I asked.

“Past tenants in this apartment have been either unattractive or couldn’t keep up with me.” She said,

Her voice was dead sexy. It gave me goosebumps.

“But you’re different, baby.” She said seductively. “Which is why you’re going to be my new girlfriend.”

“What?” I asked in bafflement as we pulled away and now looked each other dead in the eye.

“You heard me, hot stuff.” She said. “It’ll be great. We can have sleepovers, have tons of lesbian sex, do each other’s hair, have tons of lesbian sex, watch movies, have tons of lesbian sex, gossip about other bitches, have tons of lesbian sex, take long baths together, have tons of lesbian sex, paint each other’s nails…Did I mention the tons of lesbian sex?”

I was staring off into space, jaw dropped as she rambled on. This bitch had been doing all of this to me just because she wanted a girlfriend? Pierre had jumped back on the bed, likely sensing that the conflict was over as Ramona began petting him and he snuggled up to her. 

“Your little doggy already likes me.” She said sweetly. “You named him Pierre? That’s cute.”

“That’s what this is all about?” I asked. “You’ve been leeching off of me in my own home for this?”

“Don’t say it like that, babe.” Ramona said. “I just liked fucking with you is all. In every sense of the word.”

“You bitch!” I cursed. “Get out of my apartment right now!”

I tried grabbing a hold of her to try and force her out but my hands phased right through her.

“I’m a ghost, remember?” She asked teasingly. “I can turn any part of my body invisible and/or intangible whenever I want. Right down to the molecule, even. WHy do you think past tenants never said anything about me? I can just disappear and make them look like crazy people. And I’ll do just that to you if you try and snitch on me.”

I let out a massive, exasperated sigh.

“Fuck my life…” I said in a dejected voice.

“I’d rather fuck something else of yours.” Ramona joked. “Oh and I don’t need sustenance but I can still eat for my own enjoyment. Hence your food. You even seem to like taking baths as much as I do. We’re gonna get along just fine.”

“The Hell we are!” I argued. “You’ve been haunting me for days and then you rape me in my bed and you expect me to welcome you with open arms?!”

“You loved every second of that, you slut.” Ramona argued. “I just wanted to make my introduction a memorable one. Looks like I succeeded.”

My mind was racing with so many conflicting emotions right now. She really wasn’t leaving me much of a choice. I could either stay here and try to make the best of this batshit insane situation or I can throw in the towel and find a new place for myself and Pierre to live but we had just gotten here and it was the middle of a global pandemic. I sighed out loud again. I wasn’t gonna let this ghost bitch win. This was my home and if I have to put her in her place every once in a while, I would. I may be a socially awkward introvert but I have to stand up for myself. I wasn’t going to be a doormat. 

“As much as I’d love to keep fucking you, it is getting late.” Ramona said.

I looked at my bedside clock to see that it was now 3:00 AM.

The ghostly, raven beauty then got up and walked into my closet to get some spare pillows for herself. 

“Let’s hit the sack.” She said. 

“In the same bed?” I asked.

“Where else?” She asked rhetorically. “I had taken the spare bedroom up until now but that’s not necessary any longer. Besides, are you gonna tell me that you don’t love some post sex cuddling?”

“You’re lucky that you’re such a hot bitch, Ramona.” I said with a defeated exhale.

“I know I am.” She said proudly. “And we’ll just call tonight a tie…for now.”

“Fine.” I agreed. “One more thing though.”

“What is it?” Ramona asked.

“Why this apartment?” I asked. “Who exactly are you? Why are you here?”

Surprisingly, she seemed rather flustered by my questions. 

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Lila.” She said rudely.

“Aren’t we supposed to be girlfriends now?” I asked.

“Well, we have to get to know each other first.” She argued.

“You already know just about everything about me from your spying.” I argued. “But I’m not allowed to learn more about you?”

“No!” She said firmly. 

“Fine…” I relented. “Just get in bed.”

“Now that’s what a good girlfriend is supposed to do.” Ramona said cheerfully.

I don’t know why she was so reluctant to talk about herself or her past but I would get to the bottom of it. For now though, I just had to get some sleep. I thought I would have trouble sleeping with Ramona next to me but her presence oddly comforted me. Her hair was so long that she used it to blanket both of us. Pierre snuggled in between us as we all drifted off to sleep. This was what my life had become. I now had a ghost girlfriend against my will. It’s like something out of a bad, Halloween themed porno. Or something that some talentless writer on Hostboard would make up. Still, I had to make the best of it. Ramona was drop dead gorgeous, at least and one hellacious fuck. I looked forward to those parts at least. What was I gonna do with her? She was very mischievous and would do anything that amused her or brought her pleasure. 

Still, best to work this out in the morning. For now, the feeling of snuggling up with her was just way too much for me. She spooned me in my bed as she ran her fingers through my hair and once again rested her head chin first on my shoulder. She felt so warm and inviting. I expected her skin to feel cold and dead but it was the exact opposite. 

“Good night, my hot new girlfriend.” She whispered seductively into my ear. 

I wanted to say something back but I found myself getting way too tired to say anything as she wrapped her legs around mine and pushed her tits into my back, letting my hair tickle her nipples. My mind then went totally blank.

Part 2

You ever have such a deep sleep that it feels like years have gone by when you wake up, even though it’s just been one night? That was certainly what I felt upon waking up the next morning. As my eyes began to open, I started to think that last night must have been the most insane dream of my entire life…and then I felt Ramona’s hugging me from behind and her silky mane of black hair covering my naked skin. It all dawned on me that what was happening to me was very, very real. I don’t think it would ever truly sink in. What has my life just become? 

I got out of Ramona’s arms and then out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping, ghostly beauty up. I saw her in full light for the first time and she looked even more stunning. Honestly…maybe being her girlfriend wouldn’t be so bad…She started to wake up as I pondered this. We looked at each other awkwardly while also shamelessly ogling one another’s naked bodies. 

“Now that’s a sight to wake up to.” Ramona said sweetly as she got up and stretched. 

I remained silent, unsure of what to say about this whole thing. I sighed and laid back down in bed next to her. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” She asked. “Or was I such an amazing fuck that you’re completely speechless.”

“I could go for some breakfast…” I said in a tired voice. 

“Why don’t you just stay here and have me for breakfast?” She asked flirtatiously.

She began caressing my skin and rubbing her face into my cheek lovingly before kissing it. I was getting worked up already but I pushed her away.

“Not now.” I protested.

“You know you want it.” She teased.

I got dressed, putting on my bra and panties but not seeing much reason for anything more than that. Besides, seeing me semi-naked all day would no doubt drive Ramona crazy. I had a simple bowl of cereal for breakfast as I always did. I live a rather humble lifestyle, so that’s fine by me. As I finished eating however, my emotions about my current predicament began to truly set it. I lusted for Ramona immensely. There was no doubt about that but a part of me also resented her for forcing this entire thing on me. She clearly thought of herself as the dominant girlfriend. The pants wearer, so to speak. I was a pretty laid back person but if there’s one thing I despise, it’s people telling me how to live my life. 

“A bowl of cereal? Really?” Ramona asked as she appeared in the kitchen, startling me into nearly slipping. She stood there also in her underwear, although hers was black while mine was white. 

“Where did you come from?” I asked.

“Oh, I’ve been watching for a long time.” She confessed. “I just now turned visible to talk to you, baby.”

“What about?” I asked.

“This whole living situation…I get that you like it lowkey but it’s just way too boring for me.” Ramona complained. “We should spice this place up a little. Redecorate. Give it some more flair.”

“I think it’s just fine.” I argued somewhat defensively. “Besides, why spend so much time, money and effort?”

“Come on, don’t you think your living standards are just a little below satisfactory?” Ramona asked. “Or do you just not want to admit to being lazy?”

“Okay, listen up.” I said in an irritated tone. “If you’re gonna stay here and be my girlfriend, we need to establish some ground rules.”

“Here we go.” Ramona groaned.

“First of all, I pay all the bills here, so we keep the place the way I like it.” I said firmly.

“What? Did you think your hot ghost girlfriend is a freeloader?” Ramona asked rhetorically. “Wait right there.”

She then walked away towards a wall. I was about to warn her but then she phased right through it. I’m already forgetting that I’m in a relationship with a ghost. She came back a few seconds later with some cash in hand. 

“There you go, sexy.” She said flirtatiously. “That should help divide the rent.”

“Where did you get this?” I asked suspiciously. “You didn’t use your powers to steal it, did you?”

“All ghosts are evil, are they?” She asked sarcastically. “Relax. You’re not the only one who streams on OnlyFans.”

“You’re a camgirl too?” I asked.

“Yep.” She answered proudly. “And I set up a bank account under a fake name too.”

“So, you can leave this place.” I pointed out. “I thought you’d be chained to it or something.”

“That’s just some tired old cliche.” Ramona said. “And since I contribute to the finances here, that makes us roommates. We can split the rent every month. Deal?”

I didn’t really have much of a choice.

“Alright, deal.” I said begrudgingly. “But I wasn’t done laying down ground rules.”

“I think you were as soon as I handed you that money, Lila.” Ramona argued. “I carry my own weight around here.”

“Oh, so you think you’re Ms. Independent, do you?” I asked challengingly.

“It’s more like I know I’m my own person.” Ramona argued. “And I think last night showed us both who the dominant girlfriend is.”

“Last night was a draw at one orgasm each!” I argued. “And it was in the middle of the night and you caught me off guard!”

“Then why don’t you come here and show me what you can really do?” Ramona asked daringly.

“Okay, I will!” I declared.

We both quickly stripped out of our white and black underwear respectively. Our F cups jiggled in response to being set free from our bras as we stared each other down.

“If you wanted to fuck, all you had to do was ask.” Ramona said. “What do you think girlfriends are for?”

“Oh, I don’t just wanna fuck you.” I said. “I wanna own you and make you see who’s really in charge around here! Let there be no doubt about who the better woman is!”

“I see.” Ramona said with a devious grin. “Then I’ll enjoy pussy whipping those delusions of grandeur out of your pretty little head!”

Soon, we were both naked in my kitchen. Our stunning bodies both being ogled by the other girl. Originally, my blood was boiling and I was ready for action but as I finally got to take a good long look at my new girlfriend in the buff with full lighting, something in me just shifted. She was just so…enchanting. I felt my pussy burning with desire for her but there was also something more than that. I felt…nervous. Afraid, even. Last night was the closest thing to a straight up sexfight I had ever been in and I was about to have a true one right now…but I just felt so nervous in front of her. Ramona could sense my weakness. I could tell from that smug, condescending grin on her beautiful, gray skinned face. I tried my best to look focused and maintain my intense glare but then she started approaching me. Slowly and sensually. The silence in the room was deafening. 

She soon got close enough to me to reach out and start running her fingers through my soft, thick platinum blonde hair. I was already getting goosebumps. All I could think to do was to reach out myself and reciprocate the sensual gesture. I ran my hands through her soft, silky black locks. As black as the night sky. I found myself almost going into a trance as I felt like I could do this with her all day. Then, out of nowhere she jolted forward and rammed her tongue right through my lips, violating my mouth. I quickly did my best to kiss her back but what she was doing was just making me melt. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head just from a simple make out session. My knees began to weaken as I slowly got down onto the floor. Ramona followed me, still not breaking the kiss.

“Mmmmmfffff….” I moaned into her mouth.

She laid me down on the floor and then got on top of me, F cup to F cup just like she did when she finally made her presence known to me last night. Her dark mane of black silk curtained both of our faces as she continued tonguing me down. She then put all of her weight on top of me, allowing her breasts to mushroom into mine as we both began to moan more frantically. I was in Heaven. My blonde locks fanned out behind my head onto the kitchen floor. I then forced myself to snap out of my daze and do something, anything to try and fight back. I wrapped my arms around Ramona’s back and my legs around hers as we both began to grind cunts. 

“Mmmmmm!!!” We both groaned into the kiss. 

Our pussies locked together as if they were destined to do so and I felt her clit compressing into mine. The sheer pleasure I was feeling was far beyond what mere words could describe. Every cell in my body was begging me to just stop resisting and let this Goddess have her way with me but I would not back down. I buried one hand in her mass of raven hair and I used the other to squeeze her firm, meaty ass cheek as we fucked one another. Her hair was so long that I could still feel it running across the skin of my hand that was squeezing her ass. She finally broke the kiss in a spray of spit.

“What was that about you owning me?” Ramona asked mockingly. “If this is you owning me, then I’d love to see what you consider me owning you would be.”

“Agh!” I groaned. “Goddamn you!“

“Your cunt is bending to my own like puddy.” She teased. “And I’ll do this to you every single night if I must. Both to make you learn your place and for my own personal enjoyment.”

She began humping into me furiously, lifting herself up ever so slightly before slamming into me over and over and over and over again. I was utterly overwhelmed. My girlfriend was truly an animal. Ramona’s flowing mane of hair bounced around alongside her sumptuous F cup breasts. I wanted to reach up and play with them but I was barely controlling Ramona as it was with my grip on her now. My face blushed as red as a beet as I began to feel what I knew was a devastating climax closing in on me. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Ohhhhhhh!!!!!” I screamed as I orgasmed.

I felt my cunt discharge its fluids straight into Ramona’s, making her exhale in lust. As my orgasm subsided, Ramona peeled her lower lips off of my own as I was left huffing and puffing. My hair was a disheveled mess and my face was still bright red. Ramona giggled a bit and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Nice try, babe.” She teased. “But you’ll have to do a lot better than that.”

She walked away, leaving me in my state of humiliation. It destroyed me to realize that last night wasn’t just a fluke due to Ramona catching me off guard. She completely and utterly outclassed me in every way. Still, I wasn’t about to throw in the towel. Ramona said that she would be willing to keep fucking me endlessly and the feeling was plenty mutual. I would have to get experience and practice, as well as knowledge of my new girlfriend’s carnal abilities and weaknesses. I would keep fucking her every opportunity I was given. No matter how tired, busy or stressed I was. I will learn Ramona inside and out until I claim my rightful place as the dominant girlfriend!…And besides, sex with her is its reward on top of all of that. I sure could use a shower right now though. Hopefully with Ramona. 

Part 3

A few weeks had passed since Ramona had come(in more ways than one) into my life and despite my initial annoyance at the intrusion, I was starting to get used to her. Hell, I was starting to like her in fact and not just for the obvious reasons. We actually had quite a bit in common and I was genuinely beginning to enjoy her company. Pierre also very much loved her and I’m sure he was happy to have two mamas now instead of just one. We had spent much of our time doing the things she said we would do after she first made her presence known to me. Typical girlfriend things. Painting nails, doing hair, watching movies…but I know the part you really wanna hear about. 

I committed myself to having as much sex with Ramona as possible until I knew her body as well as I did my own and so far, I was doing just that and enjoying every minute of it. We duked it out no less than once a night every night and that was a bare minimum. Still, Ramona had proven herself to be a true animal. She had continued to dominate me in spite of my ever increasing carnal knowledge of her flawless form. More often than not, she even had enough energy left afterwards to get up and go back to her room to sleep. Yeah, she had basically claimed my spare bedroom because she can’t sleep with Pierre’s snoring. I’m used to it but I don’t blame her. She even has plans to redecorate it at some point. I would be frustrated if the sex wasn’t so mind blowing and addictive. I don’t know what it is about Ramona that I just can’t resist. It seems that all she has to do is kiss me and I melt like a candle. Still, I had no intention of giving up. I will dominate her. I don’t know how. I don’t know when but it will happen, come Hell or high water. 

Tonight was movie night for us and I was getting ready with the popcorn as Ramona was cuddling Pierre. It was also my turn to pick the movie and I knew exactly what I wanted. 

“So, what movie did you pick?” Ramona asked as I put the popcorn in the microwave.

“John Wick.” I answered. “Keanu Reeves is so dreamy.”

“You mean that dorky kid from Bill and Ted?” Ramona asked. “I severely question your taste.”

“Bill and Ted?” I asked. “That movie’s over 30 years old and he looks way different now.”

I took out my phone and showed her the movie poster.

“Wow. Okay. He cleans up nicely.” Ramona admitted.

“He might be old enough to be my Dad but still.” I said as I fawned.

“He’s still no Sly Stallone though.” Ramona argued.

“He’s like in his mid 70s.” I argued. “How old are you exactly?”

Ramona then gave me a disapproving look. She always hated whenever I tried to pry into her past. Message received. I decided to drop it just as the popcorn was done. Still, I was naturally curious. Why is she so apprehensive about her past? Aren’t girfriends supposed to confide in each other? I guess I’ll just wear her down emotionally as I wear her down sexually. I sat next to her as we shared the popcorn. Pierre actually started growling as we reached the You Know What scene in the movie. If you saw it, you know what scene I’m referring to. Still, I’m sure he liked the ending. I had a hard time focusing on the movie as Ramona snuggled up to me. Her soft skin on mine. Her mane of jet black hair running down my arm and back. I was definitely hot and bothered. My pussy was burning and aching for hers. As well as her fingers and her tongue. I don’t know how I made it through the whole movie without pouncing on her. I hoped she was having just as tough a time keeping it together as I was. 

It seemed that I was right about that as she slipped her arm around my waist and then my thigh. I didn’t think I could possibly get anymore excited but it was happening. At that point, I just couldn’t stand it anymore. Right there on my leather couch, I pounced on Ramona and from her body language, I already knew that this was gonna be a rough one. That’s what I was both expecting and hoping for. I don’t know why but I had a good feeling about this one. This was gonna be the fight that changed up our dynamic. This time, I wasn’t going to lose. Ramona’s black hair blended into my couch as I undid her clothes and she undid mine. I was burning with so much hot desire that I was afraid that I was going to get a fever. My long, platinum blonde tresses came down along the right side of my face and therefore, the left side of hers.

“This time…” I said with pure lust. “I’ll make you my bitch.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Ramona said defiantly.

And with that, it was on. I immediately slammed my tongue right through her pretty, full, black lips and used it to rape her mouth. She quickly kissed back though and did a better job of it than I anticipated. Our F cup jubblies pressed together again. A feeling that I never got tired of and never will. I buried my fingers into her thick mass of raven hair as I got more comfortable and laid the full weight of my body on top of my girlfriend’s. We made out with fiery passion and lust as I began to hump her. I felt my clit rub against hers ever so slightly and it sent a buzz of pleasure throughout my body. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me into her. I slipped my arms underneath her, sandwiching them between her body and the couch. Such a satisfying feeling of intimacy. 

“Mmmmmm…” We moaned into each other’s mouths.

I felt her sliding her hand down the small and my back and eventually my ass cheek as she squeezed it nice and hard. I subsequently ran my own hand down her back underneath her and reciprocated the ass grab. Ramona then decided to kick it up a notch by pulling on my blonde hair and yanking me out of the bliss of our tongue fight. We now laid across from each other, scissoring one another brutally as we fucked on my thankfully roomy couch. 

“Agh! You fucking cunt!” I cursed.

“Is that all you’ve got, you little pussy?” Ramona asked mockingly in between her bated breaths.

Pierre had gotten off of the couch to give us some room but I could still feel his eyes on us from the ground, the furry little pervert. I felt my large tits bouncing and even clapping together as I fucked my sexy ghost girlfriend. I could also see that Ramona’s own womanly splendor was just as animated as mine was. It was truly a spectacle for the ages. I felt my lower lips seal into hers as a feeling of pure euphoria washed over me like a soothing, heavenly shower of pleasure. My pulsating, pink pleasure bud bobbed against my raven opponent’s. I was on fire but the look on Ramona’s face was unlike any I had seen before in any of our many, many romps. It was difficult to describe but her expression just came off as more strained and focused in comparison to the looks of pure confidence she usually has when we fuck. That was a very good sign for me but I can’t afford to get cocky now. 

“You don’t look so hot, babe.” I teased as we kept fucking.

“Like Hell, I don’t.” Ramona denied. “I’m irresistible and you know it.”

“Not what I meant.” I said with an eye roll. 

We just kept going and going and going until I began to feel that distinctive, indescribable sensation signaling the inevitable. Normally, such a thing would deter me and damage my confidence but I was on a mission tonight and I wasn’t having any of it. All it did was push me onwards. Both of our screams became louder and more intense and for I don’t even know the number of times now, I was thankful that the apartment was completely soundproofed. Eventually, I simply could not hold it back any longer. 

“Ohhhhhhh!!!“ I shrieked as I climaxed.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” Ramona screamed as she orgasmed herself just a second later. 

Our arms that were holding us up for our scissor session both buckled as we fell back into the couch, huffing and puffing as if we both just ran a marathon. My sweaty hair stuck to my skin and the leather couch. Ramona’s did the same.

“I made you…cum first.” Ramona bragged in between her deep breaths.

“Only by…not even…two seconds.” I argued as I attempted to catch my own breath.

There was silence after that. You could easily interpret that as us waiting to gain our strength back but I had a strong feeling that Ramona was rather unnerved by how close that first orgasm was. She was used to always being in control and me always being puddy in her hands. Well, not tonight. I could tell that she was frustrated and she was about to start bringing out the big guns. Well, two can play at that game, babe. We soon caught our breath and pulled away from each other, peeling our labia apart. We both flipped our sweat soaked hair back and looked at one another longingly but lost as to what to do next. I decided to make the first move by quickly and suddenly knifing my entire hand, and I mean all five fingers, including the thumb, straight up my girlfriend’s cunt.

“Ugh!” She groaned. “Goddamn fucking whore!”

“You know you love it, you slut.” I teased as I fisted her. 

Ramona quickly reciprocated the fisting.

“Agh!” I grunted as I bit down on my bottom lip.

Fisting was very much a love it or hate it kind of thing. Personally, I love it, whether I’m on the giving or the receiving end. In this case, I was on both. The act of fisting is just so decadent, violent, in your face and I just loved it. We pumped our fists inside of each other, putting our entire forearms into it. 

“This couch is gonna glow all over underneath a black light when I’m done with you!” Ramona mocked.

“Not if I waterlog it with your sweet, tasty cum first!” I shot back.

We continued what we were doing. The feeling on my hand was so surreal. Like it was covered on all side by soaking wet velvet. Both of our pussies began to leak as Ramona stuck her thumb out and used it to press and prod my clit.

“Bitch!” I cursed.

I started doing the same to hers. I noticed her biting her bottom lip. I don’t think I had ever gotten that reaction out of her before. This night really seemed to be going my way but again, I wasn’t taking any chances. Despite it being relatively not very long after our last orgasms, I was feeling another one coming on and I could tell by her subtle body language that Ramona was too. We just kept fisting and fisting and fisting until we finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ugggghhhhhh!!!!” We both cried out as we climaxed.

Both of our hands got drenched as we yanked them out of one another’s womanhoods. The tiredness of the muscles in our arms caught up with us now that our mutual fisting session was over and we both gave our arms a well deserved rest as we once again stopped to catch our breath. At this point, both of us were disheveled messes. Our makeup was running, we were drenched with sweat and our hair was messy and all over the place but those are just all the marks of a truly special fight. As we caught our breath, we stared at one another one last time before we silently communicated with our eyes what we wanted to do next but I still wanted to say it anyway.

“Let’s eat each other, you fucking hot bitch.” I cursed.

“I was just about to say that.” Ramona said.

My poor couch had been through the wringer enough for one night, so we decided to get off. Thankfully the leather would absorb all of our…fluids. We got on the ground as Pierre got out of our way. He seemed to be used to our routine by now. 

“Let’s make this totally fair.” Ramona suggested. “No top and bottom. We do this horizontally. Side to side. That way our blood flow remains normal and there’s no doubt as to who the better cunt muncher is.”

“No argument here.” I agreed. “Let this be as fair as possible.”

We got down on the cold, hardwood floor. The chilly feeling on our skin caused our nipples to harden even more than they already were. We were about to start when I interrupted.

“Hold on. One more thing.” I said. “If I win…You tell me about your past.”

Ramona’s face changed from one of excitement to annoyance and even visible anxiety. 

“No.” She said firmly.

“Why? Afraid you’ll lose, babe?” I asked teasingly.

“Not on the best day of your life.” Ramona denied. “Besides, nobody likes uneven bets. What do I get if I win?” 

“I dunno. Whatever you want.” I said dismissively. 

Ramona seemed genuinely uneasy about the whole thing.

“What is your problem?” I asked. “Why are you so secretive? What are you hiding?”

“Mind your own business.” Ramona argued.

“I’m your girlfriend, bitch. How the fuck is it not my business?” I asked angrily.

“I’ll tell you when I’m ready, okay?” Ramona asked. “You don’t understand.”

“Oh, I understand plenty.” I argued. “You barge into my home uninvited, eat my food when ghosts don’t even need to eat, run up my hot water bills and ambush me in my bed in the middle of the night, scaring me shitless and then force yourself on me and I can’t even know exactly who you are or where you came from?”

“You weren’t complaining when I made you gush like a garden hose, cunt!” Ramona said angrily. “Besides, I’ve been in this apartment since before…before…”

“Before what?” I asked. 

“Before you even heard of this place!” Ramona finished her sentence. 

“Well, even if you don’t wanna tell me, what are you so afraid of a simple bet for?” I asked. “You’ve always dominated me before but this night is different and we both know it. I’m starting to get an edge over you and you don’t know how to handle it. You’re such a control freak!”

“And you’re a stubborn, pushy busybody!” Ramona insulted. “You ever heard of this thing called privacy?!”

“This from a ghost who’s been spying on me for weeks?” I asked argumentatively. 

An awkward silence hit us both for a few seconds that felt like an eternity until Ramona decided to break it.

“Fuck it. I’m turning in for the night. Lick your own pussy for all I care.” Ramona said coldly.

I reached out to stop her as she got up and left, only for her to use her ghost power to walk through the wall so that I couldn’t reach her. Now I started to feel bad. I get that there are some things that people just don’t want to revisit, let alone talk about but isn’t being in a relationship supposed to be about trust? I felt genuinely hurt that she was hiding her past from me. I let out a sigh of frustration. Pierre started whining and pawing at my leg. 

“Don’t worry, boy.” I said. “She just needs a good night’s sleep to clear her head. And she’s not the only one.”

I picked up my little French Bulldog and wandered off to my room. Truthfully, I was a bit worried. Ramona definitely doesn’t act like her usual self once the topic of her past comes up. A part of me wanted to go digging into it. Spy on her just like she had done to me but then I decided that it would just make the problem worse. I still firmly believe that Ramona is a control freak and she seemed genuinely rattled by how much better I was doing in our fight tonight than usual. I don’t know if it was just a good day for me or a bad day for her or some combination of the two but I can only imagine how Ramona would have reacted had I ended up winning our little 69 duel that never came to pass. I was frustrated. Both mentally and especially sexually. Thankfully I could just masturbate before I slept, which is exactly what I planned on doing. 

I got in the shower to wash myself clean of all the sweat and cum. A mixture of my ghost girlfriend’s and my own. I then went to bed with Pierre next to me on his pillow as always but as I feared, I just couldn’t get to sleep. I was debating if I should go to Ramona’s room and apologize. Swear to never pry into her past again. Respect her privacy from now on. Maybe we could even finish what we started tonight but I ultimately decided against it. This was something that the two of us would eventually have to sort out. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow but someday. Maybe Ramona will change her mind eventually. I just don’t understand what it is she wants so desperately to hide…but all I can do right now is sleep on it. Tomorrow’s another day. 

Part 4

I had a rather hard time getting to sleep with my argument with Ramona last night still fresh in my mind. Not to mention the sexual frustration of never having gotten that 69 duel even started with her. I was debating whether or not to go to her room and apologize to her all night and that internal conflict distracted me so much that I wasn’t even able to masturbate and relieve my arousal. What a rotten night. Eventually, I just said fuck it and made up my mind to apologize to her first thing in the morning. I would have done it right then but it was pretty late and I didn’t want to pester her even more by waking her up. That mental commitment helped me finally start to get to sleep. 

The next thing I remember was waking up to a strange, distinctive feeling. As I came out of sleep fully, I realized what it was. Someone running their fingers through my long, platinum blonde hair. I and I’m sure you have immediately guessed who it was. I turned over to see Ramona’s ghostly, pale form on the bed beside me. Smiling. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as she continued playing with my hair. A feeling of sadness and regret came over me as I took a deep breath. I was about to open my mouth to do what I committed myself to doing last night but Ramona put her finger to my lips.

“Shhh…” Ramona shushed me. “You don’t need to say it….I am too.”

Our sad expressions were soon replaced by relieved grins, followed by giggling. Our first spat. 

“Now…Where were we last night?” I asked her flirtatiously. 

“I think I remember.” She said equally seductively.

She crawled over me and turned herself around in a counterclockwise position. We were about to have our first session of make up sex. I looked up at her pussy and it was truly glorious. I had seen it before, of course but never this close. It was so juicy, thick and tasty looking. The only pink on my girlfriend’s ghostly gray body. Just the sight of it was making my mouth water. Ramona then suddenly and deliberately dropped herself on top of me. I grabbed her tight, rippling ass, letting my fingers be absorbed by the powerful muscle and soft skin of it as I used my mouth to go to town on her. Ramona had done the same to me, of course.

“Mmmmmm!!!” I yelped into my meal as the feeling of her tongue penetrating my folds sent a rush of pleasure through my veins.

Ramona then shifted herself sideways, turning us horizontally. I had actually forgotten that we agreed to do this side to side last night so that it would be totally fair. Thank God she remembered for both of us. I felt her long, thick, silky, midnight black hair run down my legs and my own hair run her legs as my girlfriend and I devoured one another with passion, love and above all else, lust. All of my negative feelings from our argument last night evaporated and were replaced by nothing more or less than pure contentedness. I knew that Ramona felt the same. I could feel it in the way she ate me out and I intended to make sure she felt every bit of it right back. 

The distinctive, primal, sloppy sounds of slurping, sucking, licking and moaning in pure euphoric bliss filled my bedroom. Ramona wrapped her legs around my head, both as a way to push my face deeper into her cunt and also as a way of hugging me and letting me know that everything was okay. I did it right back to her. The pleasure I was feeling was out of this world and not just the physical pleasure either. I just felt so…welcome. So at ease with myself and the world around me. So completely and utterly satisfied with all things. It was like I had reached my own personal Nirvana. 

“Mmmmffffff!!!” We both yelled into each other’s lower lips as we continued our mutual feast.

Our battle of cunnilingus had progressed from being slow, romantic and lovey dovey to something entirely different. We were now eating one another much more intensely, ferociously and aggressively but every bit as passionate and lustful, if not even more so than before. I pray to God that she wakes me up like this every single day. I felt her juices running down my face and jawline as I was sure she felt my own juices running down hers. I found her big, fat clit and wrapped my lips around it before kissing it with everything I had.

“Agh!” Ramona cried out from the sudden attack, briefly detaching her upper lips from my lower lips. “Okay, you cunt eating slut. Let’s suck clits!”

She proceeded to do exactly that to me and even nibbled on my poor little clit with her teeth.

“Oh!” I yelped. “You dirty bitch!”

I gnawed on her clit right back. We kept this up for quite a while and we both climaxed many times. The feeling of her ejaculate splashing into my face, running down my throat and seeping into my hair was satisfying beyond description. That being said, I had cum plenty of times myself. So much so in fact that I could feel my cum seeping all the way down her long, flowing mane of hair and onto my legs. I could only hope that she felt the same thing. That was when my memory of the event faded as we both fell into a sexual haze and started running on pure animal instinct. The only thing I could remember from that point onwards was the constant rush of continuous orgasm after orgasm. I hoped that morning would never end. However, nothing good lasts forever. 

I had once again passed out without even realizing it. The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed again. This time with Ramona by my side. Or rather, to the side of me with her head at my feet and vice versa. I wasn’t sure if she was awake yet but I was hesitant to disturb her. She looked so peaceful and content. Her hair was so long that it could be mistaken for an extra blanket. I was feeling great myself and wanted nothing more than to just go back into another deep, tranquil sleep. That was until my girlfriend began to stir. She yawned, stretched and changed her position to where she was right beside me, snuggled up to me. She gave me a loving peck on the cheek. 

“What a morning, huh?” She asked.

“No kidding.” I agreed before my mood shifted.

“Listen…about last night…” I said sadly. “Forget about it. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Ramona smiled and gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. 

“Thank you.” She said. “Maybe someday I’ll tell you but…It’s not something I look back on fondly to put it very mildly.”

“I understand.” I said.

The raven then stared off into space for a bit before I interrupted her.

“Something on your mind, babe?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” She answered. “Just a…really stupid idea I had. Forget about it.”

“If you say so.” I said.

Of course, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still curious about her past or this supposedly dumb idea she just had but I’ve learned my lesson now. I won’t pry. She’ll tell me when and if she’s ever ready. One thing hasn’t changed though. My desire to dominate Ramona and claim my rightful place as the dominant girlfriend. I will make it happen, no matter how many times I have to try and I look forward to trying as many times as I possibly can. 

Part 5

Another few weeks had passed and in that time, I didn’t think it was possible but Ramona and I had become even more amorous with one another. It seemed that whenever the two of us weren’t eating, sleeping or taking care of Pierre, we were fucking like rabbits. The things we had done to each other were so literally mind blowing that I have a hard time remembering them all, so I’ll just give you some examples. 

One day, I was relaxing in the tub, nearly nodding off as the soothing, hot water enveloped me. My long, platinum blonde hair surrounded me alongside the water. I felt so relaxed and at ease. My eyes were just about to close when suddenly a mass of black hair popped out from under the water right in front of me.

“Aghhh!!!” I shrieked until I realized it was Ramona. 

“Bark! Bark! Bark!” Pierre yapped from outside the bathroom, startled by my screaming. 

I groaned in annoyance.

“You know I hate it when you do that.” I complained. 

Ramona was stark naked and she looked amazing. I had seen her naked before but she looked even more delicious soaked from head to toe. Her flowing mane of dark hair mixed into the water and with my own blonde tresses. I was getting worked up just looking at her. 

“But you love it when I do this.” She said flirtatiously.

The raven then slipped her hand under the water and began stroking my cunt.

“Ohh…” I squealed as she worked her magic on me. 

The hot steam coating the room mixed with the pleasure I was feeling caused my face to blush a bright red. I wanted to just lie back and let her toy with me but my pride would not stand for that. I reached underneath the water and began playing with my girlfriend’s pussy right back. 

“Ahhhh…” she moaned.

I gained a sly grin on my face as my mischievous and competitive side began to take over. 

“Loser has to wash the winner’s hair in addition to her own.” I proposed.

“You are so on, babe.” Ramona accepted.

She then pulled me by my soaking wet hair towards her and sealed our agreement with a passionate, lustful and nice and sloppy tongue kiss that lasted for a full two minutes before we broke it off, leaving a line of saliva between our full lips. Our arms criss crossed over one another as we began our fingering competition in earnest. We blew hot breath into each other’s mouths as our faces were still mere inches apart.

“I’m gonna make you gush like a fire hydrant.” Ramona mocked.

“Not if I make you go off like a geyser first.” I shot back.

We got closer and closer as our wet F cup breasts, shining from the water, came together. Nipples slid over nipples until they both penetrated the other girl’s tit flesh. It was amazing. Ramona’s ghostly gray skin shining from wetness looked so erotic and alluring. You can’t possibly imagine. I found myself becoming intoxicated with her so much. She just had so much power over me.

“I don’t care where we are, what we’re doing or what time of day it is.” I proclaimed. “I don’t even care that you have ghost powers and I don’t. I will always fuck you whenever the mood strikes me.”

“That’s so sweet, Lila.” She said teasingly. “Too bad it won’t change the outcome no matter how many times you try.”

She kissed me again. Her tongue pushed deeply into my mouth as I sealed my lips over it and gave it a nice suck. I slipped my hand down her body and through her wet, matted hair until I reached her big, bubbly butt and I grabbed a nice, tight hold of her glorious ass meat. Ramona quickly reciprocated both the tongue sucking and the ass grabbing as we continued manually pleasuring one another with our other hands. It was all just too much. The pleasure, the claustrophobic arena, the hot water surrounding us while our hair did the same…It was like something out of a dream. And to think there are some people who aren’t into bathtub sex. They have no idea what they’re missing. I felt my eyes begin to roll into the back of my head as my pleasure just kept building up and up and up until I finally couldn’t hold myself back any longer. 

“Mmmmmmm!!!!” I screamed into my sexy ghost girlfriend’s mouth as I climaxed and boy, did I ever.

The pressure of it was so strong that it blasted up past the top of the bath water. We broke the kiss as we both took time to catch our breath.

“Looks like…I win again…” Ramona said proudly. “You know what to do next. Make sure to be nice and thorough.”

I had lost again and had to wash Ramona’s endless mass of ankle length hair as a penalty. No argument here. There was always next time. 

“One of these days, I’ll catch you off guard.” I promised.

“Less talking. More washing.” Ramona said impatiently as she turned around.

I reached for the shampoo, scrubbed it into my hands and began doing as she asked. I marveled at how flawless her hair was. Despite its ridiculous length, not a single strand was out of place from top to bottom. It amazed me as much as it made me jealous. 

“How can you have hair this long and not ever have so much as one single split end?” I asked.

“It’s a gift from God.” She bragged. “I try not to question it.”

It took me about 45 minutes but I eventually finished washing Ramona’s hair and then my own. The water had become cold by now, so we got out and dried off. Somehow Ramona was able to perfectly fit all of that hair in one single towel on her head. My hair only reached below my ass cheeks and I was still just barely able to fit it into a single towel. Is all of this a result of her ghost powers? I figured it was best not to wonder.

Another day, I had decided to take a look at how Ramona had changed her new room. She invited me in, having only just now finished decorating it. It took forever, so I was naturally pretty curious to see what she had done and get a feel for my girlfriend’s creative side and…she did not disappoint. Ramona held out her arm in a way of saying “ta da” as I looked at my old guest room. She had gone full goth on it. Black lights with purple tints, black wallpapers, black furniture, black everything. I was amazed.

“Well, what do you think?” She asked.

“It’s…definitely something.” I answered. “And here I thought you’d subvert the ghost goth cliche.”

“I was a goth before I was a ghost.” She said.

“Were you now?” I asked curiously.

Ramona then became visibly nervous, realizing that she shouldn’t have said that. I decided to drop it, realizing that I was making her uncomfortable.

“What if my landlord sees this? What do I tell him?” I asked.

“I could just decorate your room like this and you could tell him that you just recently fell in love with the aesthetic.” Ramona suggested.

“Uh huh.” I said skeptically.

“Besides, your room could use some sprucing up.” She said. “It’s so generic and boring.”

“Gee, thanks.” I said sarcastically. “I’m a minimalist. I don’t need all this avant garde shit. Besides, it would freak Pierre out.”

My dog then came running into the room, hearing his name and wagging his tail excitedly.

“Well, he seems to like it. Don’t you, boy?” Ramona asked sweetly as she crouched down to pet him.

I had to admit, the look was starting to grow on me. It was super atmospheric and it was even getting me in the mood.

“Besides…” Ramona said, interrupting my thoughts. “Imagine fucking in a room like this. It would be like sex mixed with an acid trip.”

“Maybe I want to do more than just imagine it.” I said flirtatiously. 

“Oh, do you?” She asked seductively.

“Tell you what…” I said suggestively. “I’m in the mood, so we’ll have it out. We’ve never done it in your room yet anyway. If you win, I’ll let you redecorate my room exactly how you want it.”

“And what if you win?” Ramona asked while rolling her eyes. As if the idea of me winning was utterly absurd.

“Then the next three months of rent is 100% on you.” I answered. “Deal?”

“Deal.” Ramona answered immediately.

Pierre ran away, as if he could sense the sexual tension in the room, leaving his mommies to have their private time. We both quickly stripped out of our clothes. No matter how many times I’ve seen it, the sight of my ghost girlfriend naked always made me go wild. I was about to pounce on her but in the blink of an eye, she was already on me and pushed me up against the wall.

“Ah-“ I briefly screamed before the raven’s mouth silenced my own.

Her tongue violated my mouth as she ran her knee up into my cunt and rubbed away at it.

“Mmmmmmmffffff!!!” I yelped into the kiss.

She had me pinned so tightly and in such an awkward position that I had no way of fighting back. I couldn’t even rub my knee into her pussy back. I was caught between a rock and a soft, wet place. She used one hand to fondle and play with my F cup tits and the other to reach between my head and the wall and bury her fingers deeply into my long, flowing, platinum blonde hair. I was completely overwhelmed. More so than in any of our other fights. It was as infuriating as it was intoxicating. All I could do was do my best to kiss her back but her tongue was dominatint mine. Our saliva soon slithered out of our joined mouths and pooled into our joined cleavage. It was so erotic. Ramona sucked my tongue as she continued using her knee to manually pleasure me. I felt my eyes beginning to roll into the back of my head already. This went on for I didn’t even know how long until I could finally stand it no more. Ramona broke the kiss, as if she could sense it as well.

“Aggggghhhhhh!!!!” I screeched out loud as I came.

I drenched Ramona’s knee in my feminine fluids as my legs weakened, forcing me to come down to the ground as my girlfriend pulled away from me finally.

“I’ll start your room first thing tomorrow morning.” She said smugly. “And if you have to tiddy fuck the landlord, I’ll just turn invisible and lick your cunt while you do it. I’m such a generous and loving girlfriend, aren’t I?”

She proudly flipped her black mane of hair back as she walked out of the room, leaving me hyperventilating on the floor. I was beside myself. That was the worst I had ever done against her. Was I really so outclassed? Are all of my efforts just a waste of time and energy? Should I just relent and accept my place as the submissive girlfriend? I then shook it off. Fuck that! Ramona wouldn’t want me to just give up either. She loves our fights. I will get better. I will win and I will also take my revenge for her getting the jump on me today. Perhaps even sooner than you might believe. For now though, I just needed a rest. I felt like someone had just taken a bulldozer to my twat. I think I had just caught her on a good day. Or maybe it was just a bad day for me. Or perhaps a combination of the two. Either way, no sense dwelling on any of it. 

Just as Ramona was finishing up her redecorating of my room to match her own, I decided to “thank” her in my own unique way. I had ordered several cakes from a few local bakeries. I would have made them myself if I could bake to save my life. There were about ten of them in total. My small kitchen just barely had enough room for them all. They were all different from each other. I bought a nice mix of German chocolate, vanilla, pistachio, angel food, devil’s food, carrot, blueberry, red velvet, mocha and cookies and cream to be exact. What Ramona didn’t was that none of these cakes were for eating…

She had just finished up as the cakes arrived and was taking a nap after all of her hard work. I waited impatiently for her but after what felt like forever but was really more like an hour or so, I smiled from ear to ear as I heard a door open and close. I got up and stood in the center of the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron as my bare, heart shaped ass hung out the back. I heard my girlfriend groan, likely from stretching as she came into the kitchen and saw me surrounded by cakes as her eyes went wide.

“Wow…” she said. “Where did you get all of these?”

“I made them myself.” I lied.

“No, seriously. Where?” She asked with a teasing giggle.

“Come on, my cooking isn’t that bad.” I complained. 

“Yeah, it is.” She said bluntly.

I sighed.

“I ordered them from a bunch of different bakeries.” I answered. “Just my way of rewarding you for all your hard work on both of our rooms.”

“You’re an angel.” She said. “But…”

She paused and silently counted all of the cakes.

“Ten cakes is a lot just for two people.” She said as I snuck behind her while she examined the cakes.

“Oh, I think we’ll get through them pretty quickly.” I said deviously.

“What makes you say that?” She asked with genuine curiosity. 

Without warning, I grabbed the German chocolate cake, held Ramona in place and then smashed it right into her face, rubbing it in hard as I giggled. She was taken completely by surprise but immediately started giggling too. The chocolate icing and batter covered her face and got into her hair as I yanked her clothes off. She wiped the cake from her eyes.

“You bitch!” She cursed with a laugh.

“That’s for jumping me the other day.” I bragged.

Ramona then grabbed the cookies and cream cake and immediately mashed it into my face in retaliation. I was expecting it and looking forward to it. The cold feeling of icing on my skin was so distinctive and it made my nipples hard. Ramona then yanked my apron away, revealing my sharpened, pink milk buds to the world and the cool air, making them even harder. Ramona smooshed the cookies and cream cake all over me. I felt icing and crumbs being rubbed into my skin, starting with my tits. We both giggled as we rubbed the cake into each other. We made sure to get everything we could reach. Hair, faces, tits, ass cheeks, bellies, legs and of course, our pussies. We kept reaching for more and more cakes. I grabbed the red velvet one and smashed it over the top of my girlfriend’s head, deliberately rubbing it into her mass of jet black hair. Ramona then grabbed the carrot cake, took a handful of it and rubbed it into my cunt.

“Ah!” I shrieked at the sudden cold sensation. “You cunt!”

I retaliated by grabbing the vanilla cake, smooshing it into her face and dragging it all the way down. She was soon covered in white all over.

“You look like you just got bukkaked.” I teased.

“You don’t look so hot yourself.” She shot back.

“Like Hell, I don’t.” I denied. 

Ramona suddenly grabbed the pistachio cake and gave me the exact same treatment. She rubbed it all over me from head to toe until I was covered in green all over.

“And now you look like Shrek blew his load all over you.” Ramona teased. 

I then grabbed the devil’s food cake, forcibly turned my girlfriend around a full 180 degrees and smeared it all over her ass cheeks, even past her mane of hair as it got in my way. 

“That tickles!” She protested as she laughed.

“Good.” I said smugly.

As I finished, she retaliated by reaching for the angel food cake, turning me around and smashing it all over my own ass cheeks and hair as it got in her way. I held her still as I grabbed the mocha cake and rubbed it all over her tits. As I was doing that, she reached behind me to grab the blueberry cake and rub it into my own F cups as we groped, fondled and humiliated one another. As we finished that, we realized that there was only one cake left. Red velvet. We then smiled at each other past all the batter and frosting on our faces and knew what we had to do.

We each grabbed handfuls of the red velvet cake and smeared it all over each other’s faces and hair until there was nothing left. After it was over, we stopped to take a breath. Was what we just did a waste of money and food? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely. I took great joy in humiliating and being humiliated by my sexy ghost girlfriend and I knew that the feeling was mutual. We laughed at each other one last time. 

“Let’s clean this up.” I said. “I’d normally let Pierre do it but I don’t want him getting sick.”

“Yeah. Especially since there’s chocolate here.” Ramona agreed. “One ghost in your life is enough, I assume.”

We laughed a bit before Ramona suddenly gained a sorrowful and sad expression out of nowhere.

“What’s wrong?” I asked with genuine concern.

“Nothing.” She said as she snapped out of it. “Let’s clean this up and then lick each other clean.”

“That’s my girl.” I said proudly.

We did just that and we enjoyed giving each other tongue baths at the end but we decided to shower off what we couldn’t lick off. I was still a bit concerned about what was going through her head but I let it go. 

 Our little food fight had reminded us that our apartment in general could really use some cleaning, so a few days later, that’s what we were doing. At the moment, I was doing the windows while Ramona was clearing our space out of junk. More specifically, I was cleaning the glass door leading out to the balcony and fire escape while Ramona was getting rid of some old boxes in the bedroom closets that I never got around to moving until now. I assumed the old tenants left them there. Ramona was carrying a box near me as I was doing my work. It looked rather heavy as she set it down on the kitchen table. She let out a deep exhale. 

“You know, we ought to get a man to do this work for us.” Ramona suggested.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “Preferably a big, strong shirtless man who will never stop telling us how beautiful and sexy we are.” 

“It’d be easier than you’d think.” Ramona said. “Men will do anything just to see some skin.”

“Well, right now, all we have is a furry, four legged man.” I joked. “It would be nice though.”

I was bent over washing the glass door in the same apron I wore when Ramona and I had our cake fight. My bare ass was showing and I could feel Ramona’s lustful gaze on it. I couldn’t help it. We loved teasing each other. 

“Well, at least there’s one thing that you don’t need a man for.” Ramona said suggestively.

“And what would that be?” I asked.

“This.” Ramona said.

Suddenly, I felt my long, thick, blonde hair being yanked back hard as my girlfriend began humping me from behind in my bent over position. 

“Ohhh!!” I yelped out in surprise as I was fucked doggy style by the ghostly beauty. “You fucking slut! You really have no self control at all, do you?! Agh!”

“Oh, please!” Ramona scoffed. “You were practically begging for it, shaking your dump truck at me like that!”

She wasn’t wrong, in all honesty. As she continued slamming her wet cunt into mine from behind, she pushed me up against the glass, flattening my big, bouncy F cups on it. I was worried someone might see but there were no windows nearby that could see into my apartment from the angle I was at. Ramona wrapped my hair around her wrist as she used her grip to continue humping me. The pleasure was out of this world. I felt so filthy, degraded and objectified and I was loving every second of it as my girlfriend used me for her own pleasure. I wasn’t sure what I wanted more. To just take it and be made into a fuck doll or to try and turn the tables and give the raven a taste of her own medicine. I was too tired from cleaning all day to do the latter, so for now, I would be nice and submissive…emphasis on “for now”. 

With her free hand, Ramona reached out in front of her and slipped her arm in between the glass and my breasts so that she could fondle me as she fucked me from behind. She dug her fingers deeply into my tit flesh, squeezing hard as she pinched my sharpened milk buds in between her index finger and thumb. 

“That’s it. Just relax and let it happen.” She said flirtatiously.

“You sound like a rapist.” I teased.

“Maybe I am.” She joked.

She slipped her hand down my abdomen and towards my pussy before jamming her finger inside.

“Fuck!” I cursed through my grit teeth as they bit down on my bottom lip.

My face blushed a bright red as my girlfriend had her way with me. She rubbed her thumb up against my clit and all of this while she kept humping into me nonstop. Eventually, I just couldn’t take it any more. 

“Agh! Ugh! Ohhhhhhh!!!!” I shrieked as I climaxed.

Ramona let out a sigh of euphoria as she felt me soak her pussy with my own juices before she finally released me as I fell down to my hands and knees, huffing and puffing. 

“You…fucking…animal…” I cursed in between my deep breaths. 

“You know you love it, you slut.” She teased. “Besides, we could both use a break anyway.”

She sat down at the kitchen table, going through the box she had just put down while I continued struggling to catch my breath. I watched as the look on her face went from curious to surprised and then even a rather fearful and distraught expression as she went through the box.

“What’s…in the box?” I asked as I finally began to catch my breath.

“Nothing.” She said in an almost panicked tone. “Just a bunch of old junk that the old tenants probably left behind.”

I gave her a suspicious expression but I ultimately just said fuck it. I was trying to be a good girlfriend and respect Ramona’s privacy but my curiosity was building. I value my own privacy deeply but I am also very nosy. I’m a hypocrite, I know but I am trying to do better. Besides, I hate to see Ramona upset.

“If you say so.” I relented. “And now thanks to you, I need a bath and the kitchen floor needs another scrubbing.”

“I’ll take care of it. You go take a bath.” She said before almost pushing me towards the bathroom.

Whatever was in that box really seemed to rattle her. She wanted me gone for whatever reason. Once again though, she’ll tell me when she’s ready. 

As of now, it’s hard to say if things are going good or bad for us. The sex was amazing and we were really starting to bond but as hard as we tried to move past it, that atmosphere of distrust was still there. I am still confident however, that we will move past it and I will at some point finally dominate my gorgeous ghost girlfriend. 

Part 6

As time went on, my feelings for Ramona were becoming more complex and more passionate. In the beginning, I just saw this whole ghost girlfriend thing as just a fun little romp to kill time while under quarantine. However, I was just becoming more and more enamored with her. She captivated me so much. It”s strange because while I absolutely love fucking other women, I have never gotten along with them. I just find them insufferable most of the time. They’re whiny nags, they talk too much and they have utterly ridiculous expectations of the people in their lives. Especially their lovers. However, Ramona was different. She was genuinely likable and she respected me. Her only real expectation was to have her privacy respected, which I can certainly relate to. 

She was funny, she was a surprisingly great conversationalist, we had a lot in common and best of all, she fucked like a rock star. I swear, every single time I fucked her was better than the last. I loved everything about her. I loved her hair, I loved her tits, I loved her tongue, her lips, her one eye that wasn’t hidden by her hair, her ass, her legs, her pussy…everything. A rather daunting realization was starting to hit me…I think I was falling in love with her. It came to me one night as I couldn’t sleep. I was wide awake fantasizing about her. My cunt was burning for hers. I tried to get to sleep but after the clock struck midnight, I just gave up on it. I wanted her. I needed her. She was asleep in her room right now but I didn’t care. Tonight was going to be my night. I got up, careful not to wake Pierre as I made my way to her room. 

I opened her door slowly and carefully. She was sound asleep as I expected. Her long, flowing mane of black hair acting as a blanket across her gray skin. She slept in the nude just like I did. Surprisingly, we had never fucked in her room before. It was always my room or somewhere else in the apartment. Well, there was a first time for everything. I slowly and quietly shut the door behind me. The closer I got to her, the more aroused I got. I was sweating buckets and salivating like crazy. My libido was taking full control of me. This was it. Tonight was finally gonna be my night. I couldn’t handle my anticipation or my arousal any longer. I crawled onto her bed and kneeled over her, face to face. I wasn’t going to attack her in her sleep like a coward. I didn’t want her to have any excuses for losing to me, after all. My blonde hair fell down on her face as I licked my lips with sheer, overwhelming desire. I nudged her face with the back of my hand a few times before her eyes finally began to open. 

“Lila?…” She asked in a confused, tired voice. “What are you doing?”

“This.” I answered.

I then came down on her, pressing F cups to F cups as my tongue slithered past her lips and penetrated her mouth. Despite her surprise and her grogginess, my girlfriend quickly adjusted and began kissing me back. She wrapped her legs around my legs and her arms around my back as she bearhugged me into her. We continued making out with deep passion and lust. We swapped spit and sucked on each other’s tongues. It was heavenly but I wasn’t her for a nice, romantic night. I was here to make her cunt mine once and for all. I used my legs to spread hers open even further and began grinding away at her, cunt to cunt.

“Mmmmmfffff!!!” We both yelped into each other’s mouths before Ramona broke the kiss.

“Ambushing me in my sleep, huh?” She asked. “Are you really that desperate to win, babe?”

“I woke you up, didn’t I?” I asked rhetorically. “I couldn’t sleep. I want you so bad and tonight, I will tame you once and for all and claim my rightful place as the dominant girlfriend!”

“In my own territory?” She asked. “Well, you’re welcome to try.”

“Winning once won’t be good enough for me.” I said. “I need to outfuck you at least twice the amount of times you’ve outfucked me. Then and only then will I be satisfied!”

Ramona scoffed and laughed before giving me a pleasant smile. 

“I never could’ve imagined how great of a girlfriend you’d turn out to be.” Ramona said as she stroked my hair lovingly, making me blush. 

“Are we gonna talk or are we gonna fuck?” I asked.

The raven answered me by kissing me forcefully as we began making out again. She sat up fully as we were now in an even position and we began scissoring one another with everything we had. The darkness of the room was intense but we could still see each other perfectly. Our hair and breasts bounced around in reaction to our rapid, powerful movements. 

“Ohhh!!” I groaned.

“Ahhh!!” Ramona cried.

Our pulsating pleasure buds were engorged with blood as we rubbed them together. I already began to feel the sexual intoxication coming in but I knew that she felt the same. Nothing was going to stop me tonight. Or her. A wrecking ball could crash through the window and neither of us would so much as bat an eye. I reached out and squeezed her gray tit. She reciprocated by groping me right back. She then used her other hand to yank on my platinum blonde hair, making me wince one eye shut. I happily retaliated by pulling her own midnight black tresses that seemed to flow endlessly into the bed. 

“I’ll never get tired of putting you in your place.” She mocked.

“Good.” I said. “Because I’ll never stop coming back for more until I get what I want!”

We stuck our tongues out of our mouths and jabbed at each other with them. I loved the taste and feel of her tongue on mine so much. I could kiss her forever. Out of nowhere, Ramona had pushed me down onto her bed before seductively crawling over me. She then lowered her head and began lapping and suckling at my right nipple. I exhaled out loud as she did so. She was truly a master at using that tongue of hers. She slithered her voluptuous body up the side of mine while her arm reached up to fondle and squeeze my left tit. I was almost hypnotized by the pleasure but then I remembered what I was really her for. To conquer. So, I wrapped Ramona’s silky, thick black locks around my fist and yanked hard. 

“Agh!” Ramona grunted as her mouth was forcibly dislodged from my milk bud. 

“Bitch!” She cursed.

I got up off of my back as she reached out to pull my own platinum blonde hair in return. She also wrapped her fist around it and yanked hard.

“Fuck!” I cursed from the sharp pain in my scalp.

With my free hand, I squeezed and twisted Ramona’s nipples as hard as I could, as if I were trying to spin them off like bottle caps. 

“Goddamn you!” Ramona cursed through grit teeth before retaliating by pulling and twisting my own nipples.

“Ugh!” I groaned.

The roughness and violence of this particular session was making my blood rush and I knew my girlfriend well enough at this point to tell that the feeling was mutual. A neutral third party might look at this and assume it was a vicious, brutal catfight and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong but the truth was that we were both having the time of our lives. We shot each other devious, almost evil grins. 

“I’m gonna pussy fuck you until you can’t walk for a week!” Ramona said in a frenzied, almost rabid tone of voice.

“Not if I fuck your inferior cunt dry first!” I shot back.

We then wasted no more time and pounced on each other, still pulling hair and tormenting nipples whenever the opportunity presented itself. We fought for the top position and eventually I managed to pin her up against her bed frame. I looked down at her naked form as my long, blonde hair fell down in front of our faces. Her eyes gave off of a look of innocence and wonder but also animalistic desire at the same time. Her flowing mass of hair covered the whole bed. She just looked so gorgeous and irresistable. I had to have her right now. Before she said a word, I silenced her mouth with my own, raping it with my tongue. She quickly buried her fingers deep into my thick, meaty ass cheeks. I immediately spread her legs with my own and began tribbing away at her. 

“Mmmmm!!!“ We both moaned into each other’s mouths.

Ramona would spank me, making my cheeks jiggle around as I fucked her. She would still do her best to trib back upwards into me but I clearly had her right where I wanted her. I wasn’t gonna let her go even if either or both of our lives depended on it. Besides, she’s already dead anyway. She wasn’t escaping me. She’d have to use her ghost powers, which we both considered cheating. She’s gonna get pussy fucked and she’s gonna fucking love it! 

We continued making out as Ramona wrapped her lips around my tongue and gave it a nice, long, passionate suck. My ass flexed back and forth while Ramona kept squeezing it and I kept grinding into her. I felt my clit become engorged and do battle with her own pulsating, pink pleasure bud. The sounds of our muffled moaning and grunts of effort filled the room. My mind became hyper fixated on nothing but fucking my gorgeous, ghost girlfriend. That was all that mattered to me. She began squirming around and her moaning and grunting became more pronounced and strained. I took that as a good sign, so I pushed on. Our F cup tits mushroomed together as we became covered in sweat, which matted our hair to our skin. I felt my nipples penetrate hers and vice versa. Eventually, I began to feel that familiar rising temperature in my loins but I wasn’t gonna slow down. Not now. Thankfully, I didn’t have to.

“Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!” Ramona screamed as she broke our kiss in a spray of saliva.

She came. I knew it because I felt her pump her fluids into my own cunt. It felt so amazing. I had gotten the drop on her, finally. Now I had to strike while the iron was hot. Or at least I would have until my own climax smashed into me like a semi-truck. 

“Ahhhhh!!!!” I shrieked as I orgasmed.

I felt myself filling up Ramona’s pussy just as hers had just done to mine. As our orgasms both subsided, I rolled off of her and we were both left hyperventilating. That was one of the best orgasms I had ever had in my life. I felt so content and satisfied with everything in my life. I could sense that my girlfriend felt the same. She rolled towards me and looked down at me with a satisfied grin on her face as she moved my hair covering one side of my face, revealing my eye. She took a good look at my piercing blue eyes. I reached over to her nightstand and flipped on her lamp, so she could get a better look. I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and moved her hair hiding her right eye and was surprised by what I saw. Ramona’s eyes were two different colors! The one that she always showed was brown but the one that was always hidden by her hair was hazel. She looked a bit flustered by this and I pulled my hand back.

“Sorry…” I said.

“I guess you were gonna see that eventually.” Ramona said as she rubbed her arm in embarrassment.

“So, that’s what you’ve been hiding from me.” I said playfully. “Or at least one of the things you’ve been hiding.”

“You don’t think it makes me look like a freak, do you?” She asked in an almost nervous voice.

“Of course not.” I said. “If I can look past the gray skin and ghost powers, why wouldn’t I be able to look past your eyes?”

Ramona smiled happily at hearing that.

“But I do think you look really sexy with your hair over one eye.” I added. “Why do you think I have it myself?”

“True enough.” She agreed.

“Now where were we?” I asked flirtatiously.

 Ramona answered me by pouncing on me and pinning me up against the bed frame in an L shaped position, similar to what I had just done to her. 

“I was about to fuck your clit out your ass.” Ramona said. “And then fuck you some more even after you pass out!”

“I’d like to see you try, bitch.” I dared her.

Ramona grinned deviously before flipping her mass of dark hair to the side as began humping into me as I was caught between her and the bed frame. 

“Agh!” I groaned.

She reached down and groped and mauled by F cup jubblies with both of her hands. The look of sheer desire and competitive instinct on her face was something that I couldn’t really describe. You’d have to be there. I imagine that I had a very similar expression on my face as well. I reached up and fondled her tits right back as we continued grinding cunts. I felt a rush of euphoric bliss as her lower lips sealed into mine and our clits fought a hard, juicy, passionate war inside of them. 

“Ohh, you fucking cunt!” I cursed.

“Shut up and take it like the thirsty little slut that we both know you are!” Ramona mocked.

Ramona’s hair went wild as she fucked me and being so soon after I had fucked here, I was still pretty worked up myself. It made me ripe for the picking. We just kept humping and thrashing over and over and over again until eventually, I began to feel the inevitable rearing its ugly head. The wise thing to do here would be to just take my orgasm like a woman instead of wasting more energy but my pride as a shameless nymphomaniac would never allow that. Instead, I kept tribbing back, not wanting to stop fighting for a second. I would wear my sexy ghost girlfriend down, no matter what the cost. 

“Fuuuuucccckkkkk!!!!!” I screamed as I soon came.

Ramona exhaled out loud as I pumped her full of my hot, viscous liquids. We squeezed each other’s breasts harder in response to the overwhelming pleasure before my orgasm finally subsided and Ramona finally fell onto the bed on her back. I was out of breath and my face was flushed and dizzy but my lust was overpowering me far too much. I looked down at my girlfriend’s beautiful, succulent, juicy pussy and I just couldn’t help myself. I had to taste it right now! Before Ramona could get up, I pounced on her like the hellcat in heat that I was and held her down by her thighs before licking my lips and going to town on her ghostly cunt.

“Ugggghhhh!!!” She cried out at the sudden intrusion of my tongue penetrating her fleshy folds.

The raven reached down and buried the fingers of both of her hands deep into my blonde hair and pulled hard as I devoured her. She was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted in my life. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to drown in her juices right then and there.

“You cunt eating whore…” Ramona cursed. “I know you love it.”

She had no idea how right she was. The sounds of my slurping, moaning, gasping and swallowing filled the room. I was like a fat glutton gobbling down his favorite meal without any regard to manners or decency. Nothing but a starving predator tearing away the carcass of its prey. I felt Ramona’s scrumptious cum drip down my jawline and then my chin. I wanted her all over my face almost as much as I wanted her all in my mouth. With every breath I took, I inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her twat and it frenzied me like a shark catching the scent of blood. I dragged my tongue all over her lower lips before I made my way up to her pulsating, pink pleasure bud and wrapped my lips around the helpless organ while assaulting it with my tongue.

“Ohhhh!!” Ramona moaned. “You eat pussy so well, baby!”

Her words of encouragement only pushed me further. I pressed the base of my tongue onto her clit as hard as I could and it seemed that that was the final straw for her.

“Aggggggghhhhhh!!!!!” Ramona screamed bloody murder as she came.

Boy, did she ever cum. My taste buds were smashed with her climactic fluids like a tidal wave as they traveled down my throat and the rest blasted me in the face, seeping into my hair and soaking me all over. I loved that feeling. It was the perfect reward for giving great head. Ramona was left huffing and puffing as if she had just given birth. The sounds she was making were unfamiliar to me. I can tell that I had never pushed her this far before. My jaw and neck were starting to ache from the intense exertion I had just put them through but it was gonna take a Hell of a lot more than that to stop me now. I was gonna fuck my hot girlfriend into unconsciousness, come Hell or high water! 

“You…goddamn…animal…” Ramona said in between deep breaths. 

I licked her juices off of my face, ready for more action, ignoring my own increasing fatigue. I’ve now fucked my girlfriend first with my pussy and then with my tongue. What was next? I smiled deviously as I crawled down towards her steaming, sopping wet cunt as she was just about catching her breath. Ramona probably thought I was going in for some more muff diving but I had different plans. I grabbed my F cup tits with both hands and brought them up to the raven’s womanhood before rubbing them into it with everything I had. 

“You insatiable skank! Oh!” Ramona cried out.

Neither one of us had given each other a paizuri before, so I was happy to have popped that cherry. I massaged my womanly splendor into my girlfriend’s womanhood and quickly felt them become lubricated with her seemingly endless supply of pussy juice. I looked up to see Ramona squirm as she moaned and grunted. It was a beautiful sight. My hardened nipples penetrated her folds deeply as I tiddyfucked her. 

“I’ll never get tired of making you scream like the bitch in heat that you are.” I mocked.

“Fuck…you!” Ramoma cursed out between gasps of air.

“What do you think I’m doing right now?” I asked teasingly.

I focused back on my work as I noticed her big, puffy clit just barely sticking out from between my boobs. I couldn’t resist sticking my tongue out and using it to play with her clit, licking it from side to side as her moans and screams filled my eardrums. The most Heavenly music to ever grace my soul. 

“Agh! Fuck!” Ramona cursed. 

Her moaning became increasingly louder, signaling that the inevitable was well on its way. 

“Ahhhhhhh!!!!” Ramona shrieked as she climaxed.

Once again, my sexy ghost girlfriend splattered my face and hair with her secretions of girl mess. I licked up as much as I could. I pulled back as she somehow was still conscious. This slut really was made of something else. I was starting to feel more and more weary. My arms, jaw and tits were all sore and worn out. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up but goddamn it, I was gonna try.

“You had enough yet?” I asked between gasps. 

“You wish…” Ramona said as she regained her energy rather quickly.

Out of nowhere, she used her foot to push me back down onto the bed and then wrapped her legs around mine to keep me secure before using that same grip to pull herself forward and lock pussies with me yet again.

“Ah!” I shrieked at the sudden rush of pleasure from our womanly union.

Nonetheless, I was determined to sexfight Ramona to my very last breath if that’s what it would take.

“Okay, whore.” I said. “You wanna grind, let’s fucking grind both of our cunts off!”

“All night long!” Ramona added.

We proceeded to do just that. Our bodies flowed like water as we pumped into one another. I confess, that was when my memory of that night began to get blurry. My brain was wracked by the constant onslaught of pleasure. The feeling itself was the only thing that I remembered vividly and I find it very difficult, if not straight up impossible to describe but I will try my best. My earliest recollection was the constant back and forth, likely of myself plowing into Ramona and then Ramona plowing right back into me. The feeling of her hands gripping and squeezing my tits came next, followed immediately by my own hands digging deep into her own milkers.

A rush of different sensations across various parts of my body at different times is all I can recall after that. The feeling of my hands yanking her thick, sweat soaked mane of hair and then the sharp pain in my scalp of her giving me a taste of my own medicine. The distinctive, blissful feeling of her tongue in my mouth, wrestling with my own as the sugary flavor of her saliva assaulting my taste buds. Next came one of my hands feeling surrounded by muscled flesh, likely from gripping her firm, meaty ass cheeks and then the feeling of my own ass cheeks being grabbed by her in return. Really, we were doing just about anything and everything that two hot nymphos could possibly do to each other. 

As you’ve no doubt guessed, the only auditory memory I have from that point onwards, is the sounds of pure, passionate fucking. Kissing, slurping, moaning, grunting, pussies bashing, ass cheeks being smacked and more. I’ll be honest, it was like I was high. I had never done drugs before nor do I intend to but if this is what it feels like, I can understand why addiction is so widespread. That being said, I already have my antidrug and she’s a gray skinned, long, black haired. phantom vixen that takes me to Heaven on a nightly basis. 

I couldn’t even keep track of the number of times we both came that night. It was at the very least in the double digits. That much I was sure of. We would probably have to change Ramona’s bed afterwards but it was 100% worth it. Honestly, the idea of continuing to fuck in a bed that was already full of our fluids was pretty kinky in its own right, however. Don’t judge me. 

And then…nothing. My consciousness completely goes after that. I can’t even remember who passed out first. I slept for what felt like years but was actually only a few hours. I wish I could remember the dreams I had that night. I can only imagine how amazing they were. After that, I remembered opening my eyes to see that it was still mostly dark out but I could tell that the sun was about to come up. My body felt dead. I couldn’t move even a centimeter. That was until I felt my libido giving me life again. It was likely what woke me up at this hour in the first place. 

The first thing I saw was exactly what I wanted to see. Ramona sleeping naked next to me. Her long mane running down the entire bed. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I decided to wake her up in the best way possible. With a kiss. Now, in the world of sexfighting, a simple kiss can mean many different things depending on the context. It can be a passionate little greeting. It can be a bold way to give a challenge. It can be a manner of testing the other woman’s skills. It can be a method of distraction and simultaneous arousal. It can be a way to express gratitude to the other girl for the deep pleasure shared between the two. After the fight is over, it can be an expression of dominance for the winning girl against the losing girl. A way of saying “I own you now, bitch.” However, in my case, all it meant was that I just wanted to kiss my beautiful ghost girlfriend. I wanted to be close to her and intimate with her. Nothing more than that. 

Ramona’s eyes began to slowly but surely open as the feeling and taste of my tongue in her mouth woke her up. She immediately began kissing me back with absolute passion and lust. We just laid there making out for at least a full ten minutes before we broke the kiss with a line of spit between our lips. 

“Now that’s something to wake up to.” Ramona said. “But…who won?”

“I honestly don’t know.” I answered. “I guess we’ll just have to call it a draw.”

“I can accept that.” Ramona said.

“As can I.” I agreed.

My first official tie fight with Ramona. I was hoping for an outright victory but it was still progress. 

“So…” Ramona said seductively. “You ready for round two?”

“You never have to ask.” I said. “I could keep fucking and getting fucked by you for the rest of eternity.”

Ramona’s face then changed to a hopeful but somewhat nervous expression.

“What is it, babe?” I asked.

“Well…What if I told you that maybe we could keep fucking each other forever?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

“The idea I had the other day…” She explained. “I thought it was dumb but…I wanna try it now.”

“I’m listening.” I said.

“I…I wanna turn you into a ghost too!” She said loudly.

“Umm…What?” I asked in confusion and bafflement.

“You heard me.” Ramona said. “When I came into your room that night and made you my girlfriend, I honestly didn’t think I’d end up loving it this much but these past months have been amazing. I don’t want them to end.”

“Well, I don’t either but…” I stammered.

“But…?” She asked.

“How exactly would you turn me into a ghost?“ I asked nervously.

“Well…I guess there’s no other way but killing you.” Ramona said bluntly.

I laughed.

“I’m not kidding, Lila.” Ramona said seriously. 

My expression changed as my heart began to race.

“We can take Pierre with us too.” Ramona suggested.

“I…Ramona, this…This is…A lot to take in.” I said.

“What is?” Ramona asked. “That I don’t want to watch you age and die while I stay young and hot? That I don’t want to keep going on forever without you?”

“No, it’s not that.” I said. “I mean…How do you know this would even work?”

Ramona sighed.

“I don’t.” She admitted. 

“Well…” I said. “Then…I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” Ramona asked defensively. “Don’t you want to stay with me forever?”

“Of course I do.” I said. “But the risk is just too great.”

“So, I’m not worth the risk?” She asked.

“I never said that.” I denied.

“You didn’t have to.” Ramona said. “You said you wanted to be with me forever. Was that a lie or not?”

“It was the truth.” I said. “Can you at least give me some time to process this? Do you have any idea how scary this must be for me?”

“No fucking shit, I do!” She cursed. “Because I went through it too! I don’t know why my soul is still here but how long would it take for you to make up your mind on this? If you just get old and die naturally, it’ll be too late! I might lose you forever!”

“You don’t know that!” I argued. “You don’t even know how to turn me into a ghost for sure!”

“Fuck it!“ She said as she threw her hands up in frustration. “I need an answer right now! I can’t let this hang over my head any longer!”

“So, that’s it?” I asked. “Either I let you murder me and my dog or…It’s over?”

We both gained a rather somber expression as an awkward silence hit the room for what felt like forever. 

“Will you at least let me try?” She asked sadly.

I closed my eyes and sighed, fighting back tears.

“No.” I said with a lump in my throat. “I…I’m too scared.”

Ramona opened her mouth to say something but then stopped herself. She came towards me and brought her mouth to mine, kissing me lovingly as I kissed her back before she pulled away and closed her eyes sadly.

“Goodbye, Lila.” She said somberly.

Before I could say anything, Ramona turned intangible and phased down through the bed and then through the floor. 

“No!” I yelled as I tried to grab her but it was too late.

I hoped off of the bed and looked under it.

“Wait!” I begged. 

She was gone. 

“Ramona…” I said with deep sadness.

I then heard scratching at the door and then Pierre whining. I let him in and picked him up. It’s like he knew what just happened. I sighed.

“She’ll be back, boy.” I said with half confidence. “I…I know she will.”

The sun started coming up at that moment but it sure didn’t feel like it. I tried going back to bed but I still couldn’t sleep. Now for a completely different reason. 

Part 7

Eventually, I somehow managed to get myself to sleep. I woke up rather late. Almost noon, in fact. As you’ve no doubt assumed, I had hoped that I’d wake up to a naked Ramona laying next to me…but I didn’t. She was still gone. I sighed sadly, remembering the events of last night. It had gone from being the best night of my life to the worst in mere minutes.

‘She’ll come back.’ I told myself. ‘She’ll realize how dumb and unreasonable she was being. She’ll come back and we’ll have hours and hours, maybe even days of hot, passionate, lustful, kissy, spitty and cummy make up sex.’

The thought of that began to lift my spirits but not by much. I was still too depressed to have breakfast and Pierre seemed to share my unhappiness. He wouldn’t eat the dog food I laid out for him, even though it was his favorite. He constantly looked at me with those terrible sad eyes that every dog owner knows all too well.

“I miss her too, okay?” I told him. “But she’ll be back soon and we’ll both give you all the belly rubs you want.”

I gave him a pet but it didn’t seem to improve his mood. 

I tried to distract myself with chores, video games, music, everything but I just couldn’t get my mind off of her. Where did she even go? I thought ghosts were chained to one place but I guess not. That thought made me realize something, however. Why was she always here if she could leave? Is this apartment where she died? I decided to look around the place for anything that might give me some kind of clue.

It took me all day but I just couldn’t find anything. I eventually just gave up and decided to wait her out. I know she’ll be back. If she was willing to kill me just to be with me forever, she wouldn’t bail on me so easily. I began to get frustrated at how she was acting. I mean, it’s not like I don’t understand where she was coming from. If I was an immortal, unaging spirit and she was mortal, the thought of going on forever without her would be too much for me to bear either. But…killing me? And my dog? The only one I cared about in my life before she came along? She doesn’t even know how she became a ghost or how to turn me into one for sure. Why should I take that chance and throw my whole life away? She’d lose me regardless if that was the case. I groaned. Deciding to stop thinking about it. 

Days went by as no signs of her coming back ever showed up. My mood as well as Pierre’s continued to sour. Thank God I had him here with me because I don’t think I could handle being all alone right now. Was it really back to how it was in the beginning? Just me and him? Was she really gone for good? Did I really throw away something truly special? 

Then suddenly, it hit me. What if she never left? What if she was just invisible and spying on me again? Then I realized that Pierre probably would have detected her by now if that were the case. I got my hopes up for nothing. What was I supposed to do now? Just forget about her? How am I supposed to find her? She could be on another side of the planet right now for all I know. 

“Ramona…” I said out loud. 

Could I have handled things better? Was there another way? Could we have found a compromise? These questions were killing me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I slammed my fists into the table before getting up.

“I miss you, okay?!” I yelled at no one in particular. “I miss you! There! I said it! Is that what you wanted to hear?!”

I continued to let it all out.

“I miss waking up to your hot, gray body next to me!” I ranted. “I miss feeling your long hair running across my skin! I miss taking baths with you! I miss rubbing tits with you! I miss making out with you! I miss grinding pussies with you! I miss you popping out and scaring the shit out of me when I think you’re not there! I miss you stroking my hair to wake me up every morning! I miss you grabbing my ass and twisting my nipples whenever I annoy you! I miss 69ing with you until we both choke on each other’s pussy juice! I miss everything about you!”

I don’t know why I was doing this. Maybe I was hoping in vain that she was still here and somehow Pierre didn’t notice. I got no answer. My eyes began to water.

“Goddamn it!” I cursed as I punched one of my kitchen cupboards.

I punched it so hard, in fact something fell off of it and onto my head. 

“Ow!” I groaned as I rubbed my head.

I looked down to see what it was as Pierre sniffed it and his little tail began to wag.

“Arf! Arf!” He barked excitedly as he ran in circles.

It was a box…No…It was the box that Ramona was carrying when we were cleaning up the other day. I remember her looking in the box and getting even more palefaced than usual when she looked inside of it. She assured me that it was nothing but I had my doubts. I disliked violating her privacy but what was in there might just be my only hope of finding her. So, I lifted the box up onto the kitchen table as Pierre jumped up into my lap as I looked through it. It was mostly just old makeup and underwear. Both gothic. They were covered in dust. The box seemed to be quite old…but then I realized that the makeup and underwear looked a lot like the kind that Ramona always wore. However, that was nothing compared to what I found when I dug deeper into the box. I pulled out a book with no front page. Just a hard cover. I opened it and the text on the first page made my heart sink.

“Ramona’s diary: Entry 1: January 1, 1990.”

Part 8

Ramona’s Diary: Entry 1: January 1. 1990.

Well, I finally moved in and even managed to make it on New Year’s Day just like I said I would. My asshole Parents couldn’t wait to get me out of the house. Well, the feeling was mutual. I’m happy to be away from them and finally be my own person. This place is nothing special but it’s nice enough. I’ve always had simple tastes anyway. 

Is it lonely? Yeah but that’s how I like it. Peace, quiet and privacy. If I get really lonely, I can maybe just get a pet as this place allows them. Granted, I do sometimes crave a nice, hot, naked body next to mine when I go to bed and then wake up the next morning. Lord knows that I have my options. I don’t know what it is about goth girls that drives men wild but they’re all over me. 

Still, a man has yet to really dazzle me just yet. We bi girls are complex and admittedly somewhat hypocritical. Like many bi girls, I have rather high expectations of men. With men, I want genuine romance but with women, I just want them to be hot and good in bed. Granted, I usually can’t stand other women due to how needy and bratty they can be. Maybe my expectations are too high but I guess I’ll never find Mr…or Ms. Right. Ah, well. I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. 

Entry 2: January 31. 1990.

The people in this apartment building are real pieces of work. They all look at me like I’m a freak and barely even talk to me. I can’t even go out to buy groceries and do laundry without everyone staring at me like I’m dragging a corpse behind me. Am I overreacting? Maybe. I get that appearance can be striking but still. Or maybe they’re just staring at me with lust. In which case, I can hardly blame them. I am pretty stunning. I doubt any of them, man or woman can keep up with me though. My libido is crazy high. In those terms, a woman would probably be best for me but not just any woman. A woman who can keep me up all night. Maybe we can even make a competition out of it. 

Only in my wildest dreams, I guess. What are the odds that another girl like me even exists, anyway? I’m one of a kind. Ideally, I’d want a blonde to offset my own raven hair. A girl with a nice rack, even if she doesn’t match up to my F cups. A plump, thick ass that I’d never get tired of squeezing and long, luscious hair that I could always stroke and pull when we fuck. Most importantly, she has to have a libido to rival my own. May seem like a lot but maybe a girl out there does exist. 

Entry 3: February 7: 1990.

Well, it looks like my luck is finally turning around. Today, someone slipped a note under my door. Who, I don’t know but the message was an enticing one. There’s a Valentine’s Day party coming up next week at an old abandoned bar and it seems I’ve been invited. I know what you’re thinking. Red flags and I don’t blame you. I don’t know a single person’s name in this building or in the neighborhood besides my landlord and I doubt any of them know mine. That’s how withdrawn I am. 

Normally, I’d just toss the invite in the trash. I hate parties. The noise, the crowds, the obnoxiousness of it all…but…I don’t know. I know that I said I like it better this way but I am starting to get a little lonely and depressed. I had a single dorm all to myself in College and now this apartment. The walls are starting to cave in on me. Sometimes it feels like this place is the entire world. It just gets tiring sometimes. I just want something more…even if it’s just for one day. I just don’t know.

Entry 4: February 14. 1990.

Well, today’s the big day. I’ve made up my mind. I’m going. I can’t live like a hermit forever. Maybe I’m not meant to be alone. Maybe I can find someone nice to settle down with. Someone to help me through life. Maybe have kids who can take care of me when I get old instead of being dumped at some rest home. Am I getting ahead of myself? Maybe but when I first moved in here, I wanted a fresh start but I couldn’t help but slip into my old habits of solipsism again. I don’t want that anymore. I want a new Ramona. 

I looked at myself in the mirror lately and remembered just how smoking hot I am. I know for a fact that I could find someone special and this Valentine’s Party is my chance. A whole new world is about to open up to me and I can’t wait to explore it. 

Entry 5: February 15. 1990.

The Valentine’s Party…didn’t go as planned. To put it mildly. In fact, it went so badly that I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to write about it but…I may as well start at the beginning. 

As soon as I went inside the place, a rush of different emotions hit me like a truck. My senses were pounded by thumping music, flashing lights and beautiful people all around me in various states of undress and dancing. It was just so overwhelming. I don’t know if I was more nervous or excited but either way, I wanted more. I just felt so intoxicated with the whole thing. 

I barely even had time to take it in before I felt a hand grab hold of my arm and pull me away. I noticed that it was a guy and he was dragging me backstage. I asked him what was going on, still struggling to get over the social awkwardness that has ruled me my entire life. He didn’t answer me. The next thing I knew, I was being pushed onto a stage and surrounded by people shouting at me to strip and dance for them. The invitation never said anything about this. If my social anxiety wasn’t off the charts before, it was skyrocketing now. 

I could see faces all around me. Men and women. Shouting, cheering, booing, yelling commands at me…It almost made me want to faint. They were all demanding the same thing. Take off my clothes and do a dance for them. I came here just to find someone to hook up and hopefully settle down with. I wasn’t against messing around either but this…It was just too much. Every fiber of my being wanted to yell and cuss them all out…but I just couldn’t. Vertigo began to sink in as the boos rapidly took over the whole room. Eventually, some of them even started throwing things at me as the sounds of bottles breaking from either my left or right side filled my ears. I was now on the verge of a panic attack. All I could think to do was run as the sounds of booing and jeering were all I could hear. So, I did. I ran. First off of the stage and then off of the building. 

I just ran until I made it home, locked the door and laid in bed as the night’s events sank in. I wanted to cry as I punched my bed with frustration. I was an idiot to even try this. I can’t believe how stupid I was. I should’ve known there was a catch. I felt like throwing up. All I can really do about it now though, is just move on and try to forget this whole thing and move on. 

Entry 6: February 21. 1990.

A week has passed since you know what happened and try as I might, I just couldn’t forget about it. It’s not like the people around me were making it any easier though. I guess the assholes who set that whole thing up were so pissed that I bailed on them that they started spreading rumors about me. A few nights in a row, I came home to find words like “Slut!” and “Stripper!” spray painted on my door. I’ve received packages with lingerie with dollar bills slipped inside of them. My neighbors were ignoring me now more than ever and some of them were even shielding their kids’ eyes whenever I walked by. Assholes. 

At one point, I even had a rock thrown at my window with a note. It was an address with some shitty pickup line next to it. I can’t go anywhere to escape this shit. I don’t exactly blend into a crowd and my reputation is spreading more and more by the day. Yesterday, I talked to my landlord about it and he told me that since the people doing this weren’t living in the building, there was nothing he could do. He suggested that I just move somewhere else but I had no money left after moving here. I’m so tired of this shit…I don’t know what to do.

Entry 7: February 28. 1990.

Another week has passed and it’s only gotten worse. The harassment from those weirdos and ostracization from my neighbors wasn’t going away. Word that I had performed at a strip club in this uptight, puritanical city had spread like wildfire. I’ve tried to get a job but I’ve yet to get a callback and my bills are starting to pile up. I don’t think I’ve ever been under so much stress in my entire life. Not even College at its worst was this bad. 

I already had some misanthropic tendencies before but now? I think I wanted nothing more than for a meteor to just wipe out this shithole town and every miserable, obnoxious, self righteous cunt in it! Myself included…That’s another thing too. I’ve been having disturbing thoughts lately…Thoughts that I don’t think I should be having. I don’t want to see a shrink, nor could I even afford one. This apartment is starting to feel like my jail cell more and more as time goes on. All I can do is hide in it and hope that everything will somehow be okay, against all odds when I wake up the next morning…but it never is. What am I going to do? 

Entry 8: March 7. 1990. 

Well…That’s it. I’ve still had no luck getting a job and now my landlord is threatening to evict me. He’s sick of the loudness and noise complaints from all the people harassing me. As if that’s my fault. He acts like he thinks getting me out of here is for my own good but all he really cares about is the bad rap it’s giving his place. So, what other options did I have? I just had to swallow my pride, call my parents and beg them to let me back home. 

So, I did…Only to discover that my reputation as the town whore had spread so far that even they had heard of it. They were always uptight and puritanical but even I wasn’t expecting them to do what they did next. They disowned me. My Dad told me that he should’ve used a condom the night I was conceived…and my Mom told me to just run off with whatever sleazy dirtbag thought I was hot enough to keep around for a while. They both told me to never speak to them again. 

I felt my whole world shrivel up and die at that moment. I actually ended up fainting inside of the phone booth…and as expected, no one in this cesspit town stopped to help. As I woke up and realized that…It became official. I was a full fledged misanthrope now. I hated humanity. I hated everyone and everything. I didn’t even care that I would have nowhere to live now…I just wanted to do something, anything to make the people around me regret how they had treated me…and I was starting to care less and less about what I had to do to make that happen.

Entry 9: March 17. 1990.

Three and a half months. That’s how long it took for my entire life to fall apart. I came home to find an eviction notice taped to my wall and went inside to find my entire place empty of everything I owned. That would’ve included this very diary too if I hadn’t been taking it everywhere with me. This book really has become my best friend. My only friend. And now…It’s all I have left. But who knows how much longer until I lose even that? 

I slept on a park bench last night and woke up to find “skank” written on my face in magic marker. I was always a heavy sleeper…That was the final straw for me. I have nothing. No one. This book is all that’s left and I feel that keeping it around is pulling me back to the world that’s made me so miserable. So this will be my final entry. I’m going back to that ungodly apartment one last time where I’ll pack this book up in a box and hide it somewhere no one will find it. It will be my last memento. My final “fuck you” to this place and everyone in it. 

If anyone finds it and reads all of this…Well, you’ll probably want to help me but it’s too late. I’ve made up my mind now. There’s nothing for me left in this world. Why keep punishing myself like this? Even if I go to Hell, that’s just where I’m already at. At least there’s a chance I’ll wake up in a better place. My mind is all over the place, wondering what I did to deserve any of this. It doesn’t matter now. My mind will be quiet soon enough. As will I. Forever. 

I finished reading Ramona’s diary. As I closed the book, I felt like breaking down in tears. All I could think about was how horrible I had been to her. This is what she had been hiding from me all this time. I kept trying to make her revisit all of this…I understood it now. Ramona was a girl who lived in this very apartment 30 years ago and committed suicide after all she had been through. Her spirit had been chained here for some reason that even she didn’t know about. 

I remembered how happy and content she seemed to be with me. It was probably the only happiness she had ever felt in her life. Or afterlife, rather. And I had ruined that. For her and for me. I still wasn’t on board with her plan but I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I could have handled it way better than I did. I felt as if I had given her hope only to crush it. Like I was dangling food in front of someone who was starving and then yanked it back before they could get it. Pierre could sense my guilt as he sat in my lap and snuggled up to me, snapping me out of it. 

“Oh, Pierre…” I said sadly as I stroked him lovingly. “I…I have to find Ramona…No! I’m going to find Ramona! No matter where she is and I’m going to make this right!”

I was going to get my ghost girlfriend back and nothing was going to stop me! 

Part 9

My resolve to find Ramona was stronger than ever after reading her diary and seeing what she had been through in her life. I was on the verge of giving up when before but now, I was going to find her and nothing was going to get in my way. Yes, the possibility that she may have finally passed on and left the world of the living was not lost on me but don’t ask me how but I knew that that didn’t happen. Something in my gut told me that that wasn’t the case. I couldn’t just ignore that. The question was how was I going to find her? I’d already been looking for days. And again, she could be literally anywhere on the planet. What was I to do? I considered asking around about her but it would arouse suspicion. I couldn’t risk anyone else finding my ghost girlfriend before I did. They might experiment on her or exorcise her or some shit. 

I was looking through the bathroom for some kind of clue. Anything. I was desperate. Memories of our various sexcapades in that tub ran through my mind, filling me with as much arousal as it did sadness. Still, now was not the time to reminisce. She and I can recreate those memories all we want after I find her. I looked around for something that might lead me to her. She bathed as much as I did, so she spent a lot of time in here. Her shampoo bottle? No. Her bar of soap? No. Her makeup? It was the same brand I used. No link. 

I was starting to despair when I sat down to mope but then I noticed something on the counter. Her comb. She used it all the time. She had so much hair that it would often take 20 minutes, if not longer for her to comb that endless mass of raven tresses. I picked it up and that distinctive scent of her hair that I had long taken for granted filled my nostrils. I began to feel a lump in my throat…and then suddenly it hit me. The scent of her hair! 

“Pierre! Pierre! Come here, boy!” I shouted as my heart filled with hope.

I heard the pitter patter of his little paws running as my loyal little Frenchie showed his face, wagging his tail, eager to please. 

“Here! Pick up her scent and find her!“ I ordered as I placed Ramona’s comb in front of his face.

He sniffed the thing as much as he could. 

“I know you’re not a bloodhound but please try!” I begged him. “You can have a whole bag of treats all to yourself after we find her!”

Pierre then stopped sniffing and I looked at him eagerly. He took a bit but he started sniffing the floor and began walking out of the bathroom.

“Good boy, Pierre! Find her!” I ordered. 

I followed him as she slowly but surely followed the scent. Thankfully, this was late at night, so I didn’t have to worry about any of my neighbors getting in my way. I opened doors for him as he tirelessly tracked Ramona down. He eventually led me out of my apartment and into the hallway.

“Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff…”

He probably tired out his little doggy lungs doing this but he was determined. I knew he cared just as much about finding Ramona as I did. He started leading my upstairs higher and higher. So high that I began to tire myself out but he wouldn’t stop, so neither could I. After what felt like forever, he led me to a door, which I opened for him and it led to the roof of the building where the night sky greeted us. He then turned to the right and led me to the side of the structure on the roof containing the door. Pierre then stopped dead in his tracks.

“Awwwwoooooooo!!!” He howled as dogs often do after finding the scent they’re tracking. 

“Pierre…” I said, confused. “There’s nobody here…”

It was just the empty space on the side of the roof door. 

“Awo?” He whined in confusion at his eyes betraying his nose. 

He reached out with his paw before stopping it in midair…or so I thought at the time. He then started wagging his tail again and running in circles.

“Bark! Bark! Bark!” He barked excitedly.

I was starting to think that there was something wrong with him…until the realization hit me. I smiled deviously.

“She’s not here, boy. Let’s go home.” I said as I picked him up. 

“Awwwoooo!!” He cried in frustration.

I then kissed him on the head, whispering in his ear. 

A few minutes later, I went back to the roof with Pierre and this time carrying a bucket of water. I waited a little bit before I took the bucket and splashed it at the empty space Pierre had led to me originally.

“Ahhhhh!!!!” Ramona shrieked as she finally made herself visible, soaking from the water.

“You fucking cunt!” She cursed. “Like it’s not cold enough up here as it is!”

She then groaned in annoyance before I handed her a towel from behind my back. She dried off as Pierre excitedly jumped into her lap and began kissing her. His tail wagged harder than ever.

“Okay, okay! I missed you too!” Ramona said as she held Pierre back. 

As the dog calmed down, an awkward silence filled the roof. 

“You never do that to me again!“ I ordered.

“What are you gonna do? Kill me? You’re too late.” Ramona joked. “How did you find me?“

“I had Pierre track down your scent from your comb.” I answered. “Why are you up here?”

Ramona sighed and looked away in embarrassment as she cuddled the dog.

My eyes went wide as I realized it.

“This…” I said. “This is where you did it, isn’t it?”

She didn’t answer me. The building was about 15 stories tall. It made sense. 

“How did you guess that?“ She asked.

Damn, I was caught now.

“I read it in that diary of yours.” I confessed. “All of it.”

Ramona sighed.

“I should’ve burned that damn thing.” She said. 

“You hated this place so much.” I said. “Why stay when you can go literally anywhere else?”

“I have left this place before.” She said. “But this place…It will never leave me.”

I didn’t know what to say. So I said nothing.

“At first, I wanted to stay and haunt the pieces of shit who lived here…” She continued. “But then I realized that I didn’t want the attention. I didn’t want paranormal investigators coming here to try and catch me and do God knows what…I just waited, hoping that something bad would eventually happen to this town.”

I was speechless as she spoke her true feelings for the first time in decades.

“That apartment…” She went on. “Something just kept pulling me back. It was like even in death I was a prisoner of it…I watched the people who lived in it for fun…Until you showed up. Something about you…just drew me in.”

I rubbed my arm in embarrassment.

“You thought that your final decision would bring you peace.” I said. “Did it?”

Ramona closed her eyes in shame.

“No…” She answered. “As soon as I stepped off the ledge and realized that there was no turning back…It was instant regret…”

I couldn’t even imagine such a thing.

“All I can remember from then on was the feeling of fear and regret…” She continued. “And asking myself where I had gone wrong.”

I let out a big sigh.

“I’ll tell you where you went wrong.” I said. “Actually giving a shit what other people think.”

Ramona opened her mouth to say something.

“I’m not done.” I said. “Yes, you were treated horribly but it all began because you wanted attention in the first place. You thought it was just to find someone to hook up with but I think it was really because you wanted to be cool or part of a group. That’s what led you to go to that party and that’s where all your troubles began.”

Ramona’s face seemed very conflicted over what I was telling her.

“I…Never thought of it that way.” She said.

“What those assholes did to you was unfair and disgusting.” I said. “But you could have bounced back. Found something else to make you happy. I’m not gonna lecture you for your decision. I just want you to understand that.”

Ramona sighed.

“You know…” She said. “I’d be over 50 if I was alive today…Old enough to be your Mom.”

“Kinky.” I joked. “That being said, I don’t think you’re meant to be alone either.”

“Why not?” She asked. “You’re the first person I’ve directly interacted with since I became a ghost and look how that turned out.”

“But think, why was it you approached me that night in the first place?” I asked. “You could’ve just kept ignoring me but you choose to make your presence known and to make me your girlfriend. Why?”

“I…” Ramona said before stopping. “I don’t know.”

“I think you do.” I said. “You do want company and somehow, you knew that I was the one.”

“But I will lose you no matter what.” She interjected. 

“Look…” I said with a groan. “I’m still iffy about the ghost thing but how about this? If you can find some way to do it while guaranteeing that it will work or at least a way to do it without risk of killing me, I’ll at least consider it. Deal?”

Ramona sat in deep thought for a second. I could only imagine what was going through her ghostly mind. She looked around, taking in the surroundings of the last place she was a living being in. I can’t imagine how that must feel. 

“I…” She stammered. “I think you’re right…I’ve probably been stuck here for that exact reason. Something was keeping me chained to the world of the living…I don’t see any other explanation.”

“Does that mean that once you’ve found that thing…You’ll…pass on?” I ask nervously.

“I don’t know.” She answered honestly. “But…I think it’s worth a try.”

“That’s my girl.” I said proudly.

I then leaned down in front of her and kissed her passionately, just as she had done to me on the night she left. This time though, it was not a somber goodbye but a glorious reunion. 

“Now, when you come back, I want us to do something together that I’ve always been fantasizing about.” I said. “You said you had an OnlyFans account, right? And that’s where all your money came from?” 

“That’s right.” She answered with curiosity.

“Well, I’m thinking it’s time for a collab stream!” I announced. “Our viewers will go nuts over it! Before nutting themselves, of course.”

Ramona looked very conflicted. 

“I…uh…” She stammered. “I’ve never actually shown my face on there before…Only my naked tits, pussy and ass.”

“Why not?“ I asked.

I then remembered her diary and what happened the last time she tried to perform while showing her face.

“Oh…” I said with a guilty tone. “Well…If it’s too much for you, I don’t mind if…”

“No!“ She interrupted suddenly. “It was 30 years ago! Forget it! I won’t let that night keep ruining my life! Or afterlife! Or whichever it is! I’m gonna sexfight you on stream while showing my face and my viewers and your viewers are gonna fucking love watching me dominate you cunt to cunt!”

“That’s what I like to hear.” I said proudly. “But we’ll see about that last part.”

I got up and signaled for her to follow me back home, which she did while holding Pierre. As we got back to our apartment, Ramona seemed much more relaxed.

“I never thought I’d be happy to see this place again…” Ramona said as she let Pierre down.

I then noticed her diary still on the kitchen table. I looked guilty as I picked it up and handed it to her.

“I’m…sorry for reading this.” I said with deep shame.

Ramona sighed.

“Don’t be.” She said as she grabbed the book out of my hands and walked towards the den.

I followed her, eyeing up her sweet, ghostly ass as she opened up the burning fireplace and threw the book into it. We both watched as it burned.

“I’m done living in the past.” Ramona said. “I’m a ghost. I have all the time in the world. I should focus more on the present…but right now, I’m thinking of the future, when I fuck you into a coma for all of our viewers to see and enjoy.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” I said.

An awkward silence hit us as we could only hear the paper burning. I then suddenly hugged her, pressing our F cups together for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

“Never do that to me again…” I whispered in her ear sadly. “I mean it.”

“You better make sure I don’t by taming me when we stream…” She whispered back.

“You know it, slut.” I said as I licked her ear before she licked mine back.

We both went to bed and slept like babies that night. I had actually gotten my ghost girlfriend back…and I was never going to let her get away from me ever again. 

Part 10

Ramona had settled back in nicely. It was, in fact, better than ever before. Both of our moods had improved massively and we fucked each other at just about every opportunity given. It didn’t matter how busy we were or what we were doing. If just one of us was in the mood, the other was always ready and willing. Pierre seemed to be very happy to have his second mama back too. Not to mention quite proud that he was the instrument in my finding of her. God knows what I would have done without him. 

But enough wallowing on the past. Like Ramona herself said, the present is what matters now and we had planned our little OnlyFans collab out quite nicely. We would wait until Christmas and make it holiday themed. Like a gift for our viewers. We would both wear Santa Claus bikinis to start with. It would clash with Ramona’s black hair and gray skin but I doubt her viewers would care. It would also be Ramona’s face reveal for her viewers. I could tell that she was still a bit nervous about it but she was determined to go through with it. It would be her way of finally burying that horrible day 30 years ago. I respected that. 

We waited and waited, each day feeling like a year until finally Christmas Eve came. The two of us decided to do the stream in her room. The same room where we had the best fight/fuck of our lives with each other, followed by a brief but painful breakup. It would be our way of associating that room with something more positive. Yeah, we’re both kinda Feng Shui like that. We had gotten on our Santa Claus bikinis and set up the tripod in the room in front of my ghost girlfriend’s bed. 

“Well, no turning back now.” I said. “You sure you still wanna go through with this?”

“Yes.” She said firmly. “I can’t just let it keep hanging over my head forever. Now start it up already. Unless you’re scared of getting outfucked on your own stream.”

“Keep dreaming, babe.” I shot back.

I bent over to turn the camera on and start the stream, feeling my girlfriend’s eyes on my bikini clad ass before feeling her hand rubbing it. I giggled a bit as the stream started and I stepped out in front of the tripod.

“Hello, boys…” I said flirtatiously as I flipped my platinum blonde hair back.

“I promised you all a Christmas Eve stream with a special guest and here it is.” I continued. “Why don’t we see how she’s doing?”

I took the camera off of the tripod and began showing off Ramona’s room.

“Does this place look familiar to any of you?” I asked playfully. “No? Well, maybe this will.”

I then turned the camera towards Ramona, only filming her from the neck down as she playfully waved to the camera. 

“Hello.” She said seductively. 

The chat and donations started going nuts. I knew they’d like this.

“Why don’t you take the camera, sweetie?” I asked Ramona.

“Oh, I’d love to.” She replied.

I gave it to her as she started doing her routine stream, running the camera all along her body, showing herself off. 

“I know you boys are used to this.” She said. “But here’s something that I guarantee you weren’t expecting.”

She suddenly shifted the camera up and finally revealed her face. I think she was blushing but her gray skin made it impossible to tell for sure. She giggled and waved again as I went over and rested my chin on her shoulders.

“Well, what do you think?“ She asked.

The chat went wild with compliments and emojis with hearts. All saying how beautiful she was and how they had been waiting to see her face for a long time and that they were not disappointed. I slipped my hand up her belly and in between her tits. To our viewers, it was a playful grope and they were right but it was also more than that. I felt my beautiful girlfriend’s heart pounding like a drum. I could only guess what was going through her mind. The smile on her face was more than just her looking pretty. She was genuinely happy. The last time she showed herself to so many people, she was insulted and harassed but now she was being loved and worshipped like a queen. It was subtle but the look on her face appeared as if she was about to cry, so I decided we should move on. I took my hand away and put the camera back on the tripod stand, aiming it at Ramona’s bed.

“Anyway…” I said. “This stream will be a special Christmas present to both of our fans.”

“We have a very special treat for you naughty boys tonight.” Ramona continued. “The two of us are going to have a nice, long, passionate, lustful, heated sexfight right here on my bed and we want you all to place your bets on who you think will come out on top.”

“May the best woman win.” I added. “And to the victor goes the spoils.”

The two of us stood at opposite ends of the bed before we began stripping off our Santa Claus bikinis. I confess, despite being a streamer and not having the same traumatic past as my soon to be opponent, I was a bit nervous about sexfighting for an audience too but I was way more excited than I was nervous. Regardless, there was no turning back now. We crawled on the bed, naked as the day we were born and looked at the camera one last time. The chat was exploding with love and support as well as that sweet ding signaling the donations coming in.

“Merry Christmas to all and to all a good fight.” Ramona joked. “Now let’s give the people what they want.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I said.

And with that, it was on.

The sight of my naked girlfriend sent a rush of desire through me and I knew that the feeling was mutual. Normally, we would have just wrestled each down to the bed immediately but we remembered that we had a show to put on. Something about this whole thing was really making me hot and bothered. More so than usual. We had had sex just about every day and night since Ramona came back but this one was special. Maybe because of the thrill of being watched by thousands of men, cocks in hand and more than likely plenty of women penetrating themselves up to the knuckle…or maybe it was the idea of Ramona finally overcoming this hurdle that had stuck with since before I was even born. Either way, it was gonna be a great night.

We wrapped our arms around one another as we kneeled on the bed and came forward until our nipples touched, sending volts of electric pleasure coursing through our veins. We both gasped at the sudden shock but that was just the beginning. We then hugged each other, fully compressing our F cup tits together as our hardened milk buds dug deep into the other girl’s nipple. Ramona wasted no time in slipping her tongue past my lips and I wasted no time in using my own tongue against hers.

“Mmmmmm…” We both moaned as we kissed with passion and lust.

The dings of donations rang incessantly in our ears. The sweet flavor of her sugary saliva assaulted my taste buds as I sucked on her tongue and buried my hands in that endless mass of thick, dark hair that I loved so much. She pulled my own platinum blonde hair right back. We just kept kissing and kissing for what felt like hours, losing ourselves in our sensual euphoria until I finally broke off the make out session with a pop of my lips and leaving a line of spit between our mouths.

“Merry Christmas.” I said seductively.

“And a Happy New Year.” Ramona added in an equally sensual tone.

I felt her dig her hands into my thick, pear shaped ass as we giggled and rubbed our tits together and lapped at each other with our tongues again. I was so intoxicated with her. I already wished that this would never end. I wanted to keep kissing and licking her forever. If she ever found a way to turn me into a ghost without any doubt that it would work, I would let her do it in a heartbeat. The idea of us fucking each other until after the end of time made me giddy beyond description. I would never let her go again. I wanted her forever…I…I…

Ramona then suddenly pushed me down onto my back on the bed.

“I think that’s enough warming up for now.” Ramona said. “The people want a fight. So, we’ll give them a fight.”

I then snapped out of my pseudo-trance and remembered that this was more than just simple sex. 

“Yes…Of course…” I said. 

Ramona then grabbed my left leg and rested it on her shoulder as she spread her own legs apart.

“Now I’m gonna fuck your inferior clit right off while our viewers pleasure themselves to the superior woman.” She declared.

“You can try.” I said defiantly. “But you’ll only tire yourself out before I even get halfway to cumming once and then I’ll drain your pathetic cunt into my glorious womanhood.”

“Enough talk.” She said in a serious tone.

She didn’t waste any more breath as she locked her lower lips with mine and began grinding away.

“Ahhh!!” I groaned as my ghost girlfriend humped me with everything she had.

I winced one eye shut while using the other to stare in awe of the raven Goddess that was pussy fucking me right now. Her flowing mane shook all about alongside her bouncy milkers as she did so. The sight was truly hypnotic. Still, I wasn’t just gonna lie down and take it like some sexdoll. I humped back into her as she secured my leg in between her tits and I felt their soft squishiness on me.

“Is that the best you can do, you goth slut?” I asked mockingly. “I have most girls’ pussies crying cummy tears by now!”

“Is that what you’ve been trying to do from down there? I couldn’t tell.” She mocked back.

This was good. The community loves sexfighting with lots of trash talk. As does everyone reading this right now.

My own F cups jiggled around in response to all of this rapid movement. Our heavy breathing and grunts of effort were all that could be heard in that room. Normally, I’d be afraid that we were scaring Pierre but he’s used to this by now. He knows his mommies’ favorite pastime. 

“Agh! Cum for me, you weak, blonde whore!” Ramona mocked.

“Not until you fill me up with your juices, cunt!” I shot back.

In truth, this feeling was out of this world. Ramona’s pussy lips had now fully sealed to mine and our clits had come out of their hoods to join the party and immediately commenced a duel of their own. The raven reached down and began playing with my breasts. Squeezing the flesh and pinching and twisting my nips.

“Ugh!” I groaned. “Fuck off!”

“What’s wrong, babe?” She asked mockingly. “Can’t handle a little groping?”

I thrust up into her with all I could but it was no use. She had me right where she wanted me. Each and every hump felt like a shotgun of sexual pleasure being fired off inside of me and flowing all the way to my core. 

“Ugh!” She grunted in effort.

“Fuck!” I cursed.

She did this again and again and again until I just couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” I shrieked as I climaxed.

Ramona cooed as she felt me splash her insides with my feminine fluids. I threw my head back in a reflex to the overwhelming pleasure. I laid there, huffing and puffing but before I could even begin to catch my breath, I felt a sharp pain in my scalp.

“Agh!” I groaned as Ramona yanked hard on my long, flowing, thick platinum blonde hair.

“We’re just getting started, bitch.” Ramona said sadistically. “I’m gonna fuck you into paste and then fuck you some more!”

She then wrapped my hair fully around her wrist to secure it and set me up on my hands and knees before pounding into me from behind.

“Ohhhh!!” I cried as my girlfriend fucked me doggy style for thousands to watch as the dinging sounds of their donations rang in my ears, adding to my humiliation.

This degradation was like a wake up call for me. Since Ramona came back, the two of us had gone into something of a honeymoon phase. We never really, truly sexfought until now. I was just so relieved to have her back that I just enjoyed her for all she was worth. Now, however, the feeling of being fucked from behind like a common whore summonded old, almost forgotten feelings in me. I felt her pelvis slap against my big, bubbly ass as my head was stuck by her pulling of my hair. My pussy was overwhelmed as hers dominated it. I looked up to see the chat going crazy for this. I wondered how many people, men and women were all pleasuring themselves right now to my humiliation. Her having drawn first blood tonight was bad enough but this? My old competitive urges were now starting to come back with a vengeance. I remembered my desire to become the dominant girlfriend. Now I was pissed but there wasn’t much I could do about my current predicament other than ride out the storm.

“Do you like this, boys?” Ramona asked as she looked at the camera. “Do you like seeing me make her my bitch? Her face as red as a beet as I pussy fuck her like the pathetic little slut that we all know she is? I hope so because I love it!”

“Goddamn fucking cunt!” I cursed. 

She yanked my hair as a response.

“Speak when spoken to, whore!” She demanded. “You’re gonna get your cunt reamed and you’re gonna fucking love it!”

I had never seen Ramona this aggressive and determined before. It scared me as much as it turned me on. A part of me remembered her diary and how sorry I felt for her. That part of me wanted to just let her have this…but fuck that! I’ve had enough of always losing to her! I guess she’ll just have to be humiliated in front of an audience for a second time! The fleshy sounds of her pelvis smacking against my ass cheeks were no doubt enjoyable to our viewers as I felt my womanhood burn hotter and hotter until eventually, I just couldn’t hold myself back anymore.

“Ugggghhhhh!!!!” I screamed as I came for a second time in a row.

“That’s it!“ Ramona encouraged as she felt my ejaculate soak her pussy yet again.

She then finally released my hair as I fell forward, hyperventilating again. Incredibly, my girlfriend still wasn’t done. She pulled me back and laid me up against the pillow as she made me spread eagle, showing my juicy, swollen twat for all the Internet to see. I was way too winded to resist at the moment.

“Just look at that sweet, succulent cunt.” She said flirtatiously to the camera. “It sure looks delicious, doesn’t it?”

My eyes were closed but I imagine that the chat was agreeing with her. Our viewers had to be putty in her hands at this point. 

“Oh, yes, chat. I couldn’t agree more.” Ramona said. “So, I think I’ll have a taste of my own.”

And with that, she latched her mouth onto my pudenda and licked and sucked away.

“Agh! Shit!” I cursed. “You cunt licking bitch!”

Ramona ignored me as she feasted on my womanhood. She positioned herself at an angle so that the camera could see everything she was doing. She was definitely a pro and knew exactly what her fans wanted. She loudly slurped, no doubt to make sure they heard it as well. My poor twat was being orally assaulted and all that I could do was bury my fingers in my ghost girlfriend’s hair and pull with everything I had, for what good it did. Ramona devoured me as if I was her last meal. She licked, sucked, jabbed, spat, nibbled. Whatever a human mouth could do to a human pussy, she did. She managed to open her mouth wide enough to completely cover every inch of my pudenda.

“Ugghhh!!” I groaned. “You fucking skank!”

She swirled her tongue all around my lower lips like she was eating the most delicious candy she had ever tasted. I found enough strength to wrap my legs around her head and push her deeper in. Her long mass of hair ran all the way down past my feet as she tongue fucked me. She sucked at my cunt repeatedly, making a repetitive slurping sound each time.

“Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.” mixed with me groaning each and every time as if she was sexually torturing me. Which she more or less was.

“Oh, God…fucking…damn it!” I cursed.

She finally let go just to wrap her lips around my pulsating, pink pleasure bud and unleashed the brunt of her oral onslaught on my poor, helpless organ. 

She kissed and licked at it over and over and over again until I once again could not stop myself any longer.

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!“ I screeched as I came for a third time.

Ramona stopped licking me and deliberately put her face in front of my ejaculating pussy, letting my cum douse her face like a fountain. She shook her head back and forth, waving her hair around, wanting to get my cum all over her. I finally stopped cumming as I saw it dripping down her jawline and chin as she smiled smugly.

“Who doesn’t love a good cum shower?” She asked teasingly.

She then turned towards the camera, showing everyone her bukkaked face. 

“That’s three to nothing now.” She announced. “I hope you were all betting on me.”

The dings rolled in again. I was really getting frustrated now. Ramona was truly taking no prisoners tonight…but neither was I. I had had enough of being on the defensive. Now it was my turn. I let her bask in the limelight of our stream, resting myself and biding my time. Ramona loved being cheered on and praised. I can’t blame her but I can fuck her. I eventually rested myself long enough to make my move. I pounced on her from behind. 

“Hey!” She yelped out.

I pinned her above myself, limbs wrapped around hers as I used my legs to pry hers open. I felt her hair tickle my nipples as I showed off her glorious twat to the camera.

“You all got to see my pussy, now take a good, long look at hers!” I proclaimed. “Have you ever seen a more beautiful, gray cunt in your lives? Well, you can sit back, cocks in hand or fingers in cunt as I use my fingers on her cunt!”

“You fucking slut! Let go!” She demanded. “Let go of me and let me fuck you! You know you want to!”

“Shut up, whore!” I demanded as I silenced her mouth with my tongue.

I then did exactly what I said I would do and began fingering her with all of my might. The dings of donations that once rang painfully in my ears were now like music. One thing was sure. We were gonna make a killing tonight. Ramona squirmed and resisted, rubbing her bulbous ass cheeks against my pussy while I violated hers. The feeling of dominating her was a rush like no other. I felt like I was on top of the world. Not to mention the satisfaction of payback. I loved everything about my life at that moment. 

“Mmmmmffff!!!” She yelped into my mouth as I tongued her down.

I used my free hand to fondle and grope her big, F cup tits while slapping her pudenda around. The fleshy sounds of my slapping were similar to when she was fucking me doggy style earlier and smacking against my ass but they were more constant and louder. I took that as a victory in and of itself. Ramona kept trying to escape but she wasn’t going anywhere. Her sweat soaked mane of black hair ran down my entire body like a blanket of silk and it felt amazing. I pinched her nipple and twisted it as I squeezed my fingers deeply into her fleshy milk bags. She was overwhelmed and frustrated, just like I was mere minutes ago. How’s your own medicine taste, bitch? The sounds of her moaning, groaning and grunting over the sounds of the various dings were all I could hear and both were some of the most glorious sounds to ever grace my eardrums. I knew that Ramona wasn’t going to last much longer. Low and behold, I was right. 

“Mmmmmmmfffffffff!!!!!” She screamed into my mouth as she climaxed.

She soaked my hand with her discharge as the fleshy sounds of my hand smacking at her pussy lips became wet, slapping sounds. I finally broke the kiss with a spray of spit as she took in a huge gasp of air before panting like a dog as I finally released her, rolling her out of my grip and onto the bed. Her hair went all over the place as she huffed and puffed. I was pretty proud of myself but I wasn’t done. 

“You all like my ass, do you?“ I asked the camera as I rubbed my thick cheeks without turning my head.

I took all of the dings as a “yes”. 

“Well, then you’ll all definitely love this.” I said seductively.

I made Ramona spread herself out on the bed, legs wide open as I sat my own lower lips on top of hers before grinding away at her, flexing my big, bubbly ass for the camera.

“Ahh!!” My ghost girlfriend groaned as I pussy fucked her.

While the camera got a nice show, I looked down at Ramona while tribbing her. She looked overwhelmed but also determined. She reached up to grab and fondle my tits, which she did happily.

“I can…take it…all night long!” She said defiantly.

“Good.” I said deviously. “Because I can dish it all night long!”

I bounced myself up and down on top of her, pressing my entire weight onto the raven as my tits jiggled and my hair flew all over the place. I was panting with effort myself but not nearly to the extent that my opponent was. The camera could see our pussies kissing and fighting one another and our viewers were absolutely loving it. Who could blame them? Ramona refused to let go of my F cup breasts as she mauled them, desperate for any means of fighting back. I rocked into her forward and back, occasionally alternating to grinding back and forth before returning to rubbing my pussy deeply into hers.

“Fuck!” She cursed as she bit down on her bottom lip.

I could feel my clit pinning hers and penetrating her womanhood. The pleasure was simply unimaginable. I hoped it would never end. Given that this was all happening so soon after her previous orgasm, I knew Ramona would not be able to handle much more of this. I ended up being right yet again. 

“Ohhhhhh!!!!” Ramona shrieked as she came.

She ejaculated upwards powerfully inside of me. 

“Ahhhh…” I moaned in ecstasy at such an amazing feeling.

Once her orgasm subsided, I finally released her as I fell off of her, hyperventilating. At this point, I knew that I had to change tactics. I was pretty worked up down there myself but I knew exactly what to do next in order to give my dripping wet womanhood a break. Ramona appeared to be pretty winded, so I knew that now was the time to strike. She was up against the pillow, breathing heavily as I took her by the arm and flipped her around so that her legs were facing the frame of the bed. I then slipped up against the frame myself and grabbed both of her legs.

“You all got to see her eat my pussy.” I said to the camera. “So now, you’ll get to see me eat hers.”

“You little blonde biiiiitttttccchhhh!!!“ Ramona shrieked as I started doing exactly what I said I would do.

She wrapped her legs pretzel style around my head as I ran my tongue all along her lower lips. I stared up at the camera as the chat exploded(some probably in more ways than one) at what I was doing. I made sure that they could see my tongue assault her cunt and just as she had done when she licked me, I slurped loudly to make sure that our audience could hear exactly how much I was loving what I was doing. Ramona was overwhelmed but there was next to nothing that she could do to stop me. I licked her like candy as I deliberately drooled into her twat, letting it mix with her juices. My platinum blonde hair fell down Ramona’s body and tickled her womanly splendor.

“You…fucking…cunt eating…slut!” Ramona cursed.

I decided to prove her right by getting much more sloppy and animalistic in my cunnilingus. I rubbed my face into her cunt as I swirled my tongue all around it, spitting and drooling.

“Ohhh!!” Ramona groaned.

I was having the time of my life devouring my gorgeous ghost girlfriend. It doesn’t get much better than this. Her moaning and the stream dinging continued to fire me up as I ate her like a starving predator. However, I had underestimated how much strength my dark haired opponent had left in her. Out of nowhere, Ramona used her leg grip on my head to swing me down and she immediately took advantage of my momentary confusion to get on top of me.

“You know we couldn’t finish this stream without some 69 action, whore!” She proclaimed. “Let’s suck and tongue fuck each other all night long!”

“I’m down for anything involving licking you.” I said.

We wasted no time in beginning our 69 duel as the dings rang louder and more frequently than ever in our ears. What the chat didn’t know was that this was only the second 69 duel that Ramona and I had ever taken part in. I hoped that it went better for me than the last one. I grabbed a tight hold of my sexy girlfriend’s rippled, voluptuous ass and used that grip to hold her still as I ate her out. I immediately felt Ramona reciprocate as her ghostly tongue slithered across my pudenda before penetrating deeply inside of me. Oh, I can’t even begin to describe the sheer heavenly, euphoric bliss of eating another beautiful girl’s pussy while said beautiful girl is eating my own. It’s something that you just have to experience for yourself to even begin to understand. 

“Mmmmmmm…” We both moaned in sheer ecstasy as our pussies muffled each other’s mouths.

At this point, I think eating Ramona out was probably my favorite thing to do to her. She tasted so fucking good. So sweet, tangy and delicious. Perhaps my mind knew that she was my girlfriend and my taste buds reflected that but still, she was the tastiest thing I had ever put in my slutty mouth. From the way she was eating me our right back, I had a strong feeling that the feeling was mutual. Ramona had slipped her hands between the mattress and me so that she could sink her fingers deep into the muscular flesh of my ass cheeks. Her flowing hair ran down my leg and all the way to my jawline. I would have given it a yank but I didn’t want to let go of her succulent ass. My own hair ran down her leg and all the way to her tits. It honestly made me consider growing out my hair to her insane length. I wondered if she would like that. 

My mind went blank as the two of us were focused on nothing but our meal. I was on the bottom, so Ramona positioned her legs in a way where the camera could see me licking her. Truly the mark of a professional. Ramona being on top made it easier for her actions to be visible at least. Other than that consideration for our audience, we became mindless animals running purely off of instinct and desire. We had both orgasmed so many times. Far more than either of us could know or care to keep track of. Her ejaculate had flowed into my mouth and crashed into my taste buds like tidal waves so many times. It was amazing. I had cum plenty of times myself. So many times, in fact that I could feel how soaked with my jizz her hair was becoming. Alongside my own. The thought of us drowning in each other’s cum filled my heart with joy until I remembered that Ramona was already dead.

We just kept cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming. Time had long escaped from us but the stream was still going strong. The dings had become so common that we didn’t even pay much attention to them anymore at this point. We had better things to do. Like each other. Alas though, all good things must come to an end. After a particularly powerful mutual orgasm, Ramona rolled off of me as we both struggled to catch our breath and take in the overwhelming pleasure we had just inflicted on one another. 

We were both complete messes at this point. Our makeup was running, our naked skin was shining with sweat and fluids and said sweat and fluids had also caused our hair to become drenched, ratty and matted down to our backs. All of that just made us even hornier for each other but the repeated onslaught of orgasm after orgasm after orgas after orgasm had somewhat numbed our brains. I was wondering what to do next and I guarantee that she was too. At this point though, my brain was the last thing I was using. I was running off of nothing but pure instinct, desire and adrenaline. So, I launched myself at my ghost girlfriend before she could recover and held her up against the frame of the bed. With her legs spread wide open for the camera, I began rubbing my girls up against her pussy.

“Aggghhhh!!” Ramona cried as I gave her the paizuri of her life.

“Keep screaming.” I said past my heavy breathing and grunts of effort. “I’ll never get tired of hearing your screaming!”

“Goddamn you!” She cursed. 

I positioned myself to make absolutely sure that the stream could see what I was doing to my sexy opponent. I wanted them to touch themselves as they watched me tiddyfuck my girlfriend, knowing who the superior woman and more importantly, the dominant girlfriend was between the two of us. The feeling of my breasts getting covered in Ramona’s seemingly endless supply of pussy juice was such a bizarre but incredibly erotic sensation. Anyone who has actually given a paizuri to another bitch should know what I’m talking about. 

“Enjoy this…while you still can!” Ramona groaned. “Sooner or later, you’ll be lying down getting pumped and fucked until you pass out!”

“Shut up and take it like a good little whore!“ I shot back. “You know you’re loving every bit of this, you thirsty slut!”

I then managed to push both of my sharpened milk buds up towards Ramona’s pulsating, pink pleasure bud and I used them to double team the helpless organ.

“Ohhhh!!” Ramona yelped at the sudden attack.

I felt her clit rubbing against both of my nipples. It felt so kinky and elating. I looked up to see her face contorted with pleasure and her own F cup jubblies shaking and bouncing all around. I wanted to grope them but I needed my hands to tit fuck her right now. Her legs jerked around as her muscles spasmed, signaling what was about to happen…and then it happened. 

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!” Ramona screamed as she climaxed.

She totally sprayed my tits and my face, with some getting in my blonde hair as I continued massaging my tits into her. As her orgasm subsided, I pulled my womanly splendor away only to grab her by the hair, give her a deep, passionate, soul sucking kiss and show her to the camera.

“To all the girls out there watching and I know there are, see this?” I asked. “This is what will happen to you if you think you can outfuck me. Let it be known.”

Ramona had caught her breath more quickly than I had anticipated, however and pulled my arm away, forcing me to release my grip on her hair. She then pinned me down on the bed, facing the opposite direction of the camera.

“Maybe they’d like to see what’ll happen to them if they challenge me instead.” She said with a frenzied and sadistic tone. 

The raven then latched her mouth on my right nipple and sucked away loudly at the exact time as she jammed her index and middle finger straight up my cunt.

“Ugggghhhh!!” I shrieked at the sudden assault. “You fucking relentless bitch!”

I yanked hard at her hair again as she orally and manually pleasured me. She managed to slip her free arm around my back so that she could squeeze and maul my other tit while still ruthlessly fingering me. She truly was an expert at this. She pressed all of her weight down onto me, making it impossible for me to escape, especially after I had just tired myself out from that paizuri I had just given her. I felt her swirl her tongue around my nip, knowing that she was tasting her own juices. The sensations were incredible. 

“Fuck!” I cursed as I felt her use her thumb to press and push on my clit.

I was overwhelmed, frustrated and felt like I could punch a hole in a wall…but at the same time, there was nothing in the entire world I would rather be doing right now than fuckfighting my beautiful ghost girlfriend. I had never felt so alive and invigorated as I did when I did this with her. Ramona may be dead but I knew that she felt more alive now than she ever did when she actually was alive. She knifed her four main fingers in and outside of me as if she were a machine purpose built from the ground up for that specific purpose. Eventually, I began to feel that distinctive internal heat building up inside of me, signaling the inevitable…and then…it finally happened.

“Ohhhhhh!!!!” I screamed as I came and came hard.

I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my orgasm consumed me. Ramona’s hand became soaked with my discharge as my mind felt as if it had reached an entirely new plain of existence…I felt so decadent, so filthy, so slutty, so unclean…I wanted more. More! More! More! Ramona yanked her hand out of my cunt and seductively licked it clean for the camera.

“I’m not sure how much more of this the poor little blondie can take, everyone.” She said teasingly. “Should I put her out of her misery now?”

On the contrary, my blood was boiling and I felt a new energy take me over. I had never wanted to fuck her so much as I did right now. A rush of adrenaline mixed with pure, animalistic desire blasted through me like an injection of speed as I suddenly and almost subconsciously pulled myself up and pounced on her, pinning her down on the bed on her back while my pussy was pressed up against her rippled ass cheeks. I rested my head on her shoulder and we were pressed up, cheek to cheek.

“Misery?” I asked rhetorically. “I’m having the fucking time of my life!”

Before she could say anything in response, I turned my head and rammed my tongue straight through her lips and pushed it down as deeply as it could go. 

“Mmmmmffffff!!!!” Ramona cried frantically into our passionate, sloppy kiss as I humped her pussy from behind.

I fucked her with more power than I knew that I had as the chat went wild for I don’t even know how many times now. My nipples poked into her back and were tickled by her flowing hair as I had my way with my beautiful, raven girlfriend. I humped her from behind up against the bed again and again and again and again. Ramona squirmed and cried frantically in my mouth as I dominated her. My tongue pinned hers and I gave it a good, lustful suck. I could feel the raw power emanating from each hump I dealt onto my opponent. Like a truck of pleasure crashing into her repeatedly and incessantly. She was mine. All mine. More so than ever before. My predatory instinct had fully consumed me. She started this relationship/haunting by thinking that I would be her obedient little fuckbitch. Well, tables turn, babe!

“Mmm!! Mm! Mmmmmm!!!!” Her helpless sounds of sexual agony vibrated against my lips.

I felt my clit penetrate her lower folds and send shockwaves of pleasure flowing through her like electric volts. My body was merely a meat puppet for my libido at this point. Fucking her into the ground was the only thinf that would make it stop. Ramona held on for dear life but we both knew that there was nothing that she could do. I was going to fuck her right here in her own bed and that was that. I managed to slip my hands underneath her while still pinning her down and sank my fingers into her tits as they pushed my hands into the mattress. She wrestled my tongue back and kept squirming but all that did was arouse her even more and make my job easier. I kept smashing my twat into hers, letting nothing get in my way. Hump, hump, hump and then hump again. Eventually, Ramona’s body language signaled that she couldn’t handle much more of this, so I seized the moment and humped her one last, particularly powerful time as I finally broke the tongue twisting and sucking kiss.

“Aggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Ramona screamed in a way that made me thank God for the soundproofed walls. 

Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull as she climaxed, splashing her pussy all up on me and inside of me as I just wouldn’t stop fucking her. Then, I noticed that she had stopped moving. I stopped as my mind struggled to process this event. Then, I smiled wider than I ever had in my life as the realization finally hit me. I would’ve cheered out loud if I wasn’t so winded. I looked at the camera as the chat was filled with emojis of hands clapping. I went up to the camera and blew a kiss at it.

“I win…” I said with what little breath I had before finally turning the camera off.

I fell back into the bed alongside my unconscious girlfriend as my sweat and cum drenched blonde hair fanned out behind me. I had done it. I had finally defeated Ramona. My body was begging me to rest…but my libido had other ideas. I looked over at Ramona’s pussy. It was red, ripe, dripping and swollen…and it looked so fucking scrumptuous. The unique, addictive flavor of my girlfriend hit me again…and I wanted more of it. I crawled in front of her as she was out like a light, licked my lips and just ate her out then and there. Boy, did I ever eat. I feasted on Ramona like she was my last meal. I just couldn’t get enough of this. Her pussy juice was the nectar of the Gods as far as I was concerned. I was a shameless addict. From then on, my memory begins to fade. All I remember was that succulent flavor filling my mouth and her feminine fluids splashing against my face. My mouth just kept filling up with her juices and filling and filling and filling and filling some more…and then nothing. I black out. 

The next thing I remember was waking up and stretching. I rubbed my eyes before opening them but when I did, I was nothing but darkness. I was confused and muttered to myself. I looked to my right and saw a little strip of light. I reached out only to feel a chainlink of steel. I was even more confused before I realized something. I was underneath a bed! How the fuck did I end up here? It was tight but I managed to slip out and barely squeeze my big tits out from under the bed. I got up and stretched again before turning and seeing Ramona still wiped out on her bed. I gently tapped at her face to try and wake her up. Maybe she would know what happened. 

“Babe, wake up.” I said to her. 

She groaned in her sleep.

“Come on, get up.” I said as she finally began to stir.

She yawned, stretched and rubbed her eyes. 

“What happened?” She asked groggily.

“You lost is what happened.” I said proudly.

“Oh…” She realized. “Well…Congratulations.”

“Glad you’re not as much of a sore loser as you are a sore winner.” I joked. “Something weird just happened though…I woke up and I was underneath your bed just now…”

“What?” She asked. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I would make up something way better than this if I was.” I answered. “You don’t think I sleepwalked, do you?”

“Nah, babe. You’re not a sleepwalker.” Ramona said. “Come up here. We’ll figure this out later. For now, let’s see how much of a payout we got from last night.”

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to get up on the bed with her before I suddenly fell and screamed as Ramona grabbed my hand to keep me from falling further.

“What happened?” Ramona asked. “What’d you trip on?”

“I didn’t. I slipped.” I said.

Ramona and I looked confused. I looked down to my legs to see what might have caused my fall and what I saw will never leave me.

“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!” I screamed bloody murder.

“What?! What is it?!” Ramona asked in a panic.

“Look!!!” I said frantically as I pointed below me.

Ramona crawled up and looked where I was pointing.

“Holy fucking shit!!!” Ramona cursed.

My goddamn legs up to my shins were phasing through the floor! I had no idea how or why!…and then it hit me as well as my girlfriend. We looked at each other with amazed expressions.

“You’re a ghost!” Ramona proclaimed half in shock and half in excitement.

“But…how?!” I asked.

Ramona pulled me up on the bed and held me tight to keep me from falling through as we snuggled.

“How do I make my legs tangible again?!” I asked in a panic.

“It’s…difficult to describe.” She said. “You just concentrate and get a feel for your whole body again. Take control.”

I did what she said. I calmed down and envisioned my whole body being tangible as I lifted my legs out of the mattress and they went tangible again. We both blew a sigh of relief. 

“What happened last night?“ Ramona asked.

“I…I don’t know.” I answered honestly. “All I remember from after you passed out was an overwhelming desire to lick your pussy…So I did. I ate you. A lot. After that, it’s all a blur.”

“A lot, you say?” She asked. “A shame I wasn’t awake to enjoy it…but I do feel pretty sore down there.”

She reached down and her eyes went wide as she noticed something.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m totally dry down there.” She pointed out. “Nothing but soft flesh and a faint trace of spit.”

“Did…” She stammered. “Did you literally drown in my cum?”

I remember the flow of her juices in my mouth overwhelming me but I just kept eating her. That’s all I remember before blacking out.

“I…I think I did…” I said.

As it sank in, we both laughed at how ridiculous it was.

“Leave it to you to die like that.” Ramona joked.

“Well, maybe if your cunt wasn’t so delicious, I wouldn’t have eaten myself to death, you hot bitch!” I playfully argued.

We wrestled a bit on the bed before something else hit my mind.

“Oh, shit! Pierre!” I said.

I got out of bed, taking care not to phase through the floor again and opened the door. My little doggy was patiently waiting outside, wagging his tail. Thankfully, I filled his bowls before we started. I picked him up and snuggled him before taking him back into the bed with us.

“What are we going do about him now?“ Ramona asked.

“Well, neither of us know why we’re still here but I don’t want to take any chances.” I said. “My little Pierre was my only friend until you showed up. I don’t want to live forever unless it’s with both you AND him.”

“Well, I have searched online and heard some rumors of this shop operated by some “magical” woman who helps chicks like us.” Ramona explained.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes but for now, let’s just enjoy the holidays.” Ramona suggested. “Besides, you need to learn about being a ghost.”

“I guess you’re right.” I said.

All of this was still sinking in. I was dead. A ghost. An apparition….But at least Ramona and I will be together forever now. Her and Pierre are the only things in the world that I care about. Ramona looked at the camera and her jaw dropped. 

“What is it?” I asked.

“We made half a million last night!“ She announced.

“No fucking way!” I said excitedly.

I checked and she was right! We both cheered and bounced up and down like schoolgirls. Pierre didn’t know why we were happy but he still bounced around with us, trying to play. 

“This is gonna be the best Christmas ever!” I said.

We hugged and snuggled as Pierre cuddled up next to us. 

“…I love you…” I said solemnly.

“I love you too…” She said back.

“Bark!” Pierre yapped.

Ramona picked him up.

“We didn’t forget about you, you little shit.” She joked.

We both hugged him between us…before we accidentally went intangible and fell through the bed.

“Woah!” We yelped.

“Bark! Bark! Bark!” Pierre yapped in surprise, wondering where we went.

We got up and went solid again, laughing.

“Sometimes even I do that…” Ramona said.

I sighed, thinking about my new life…or rather afterlife. In the span of a few months, I had been haunted, went into a relationship with the ghost, lost her, got her back and then drowned to death in her secretions…My life had turned into a bad Hostboard story…but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

As the days went on, Ramona and I had decided to keep streaming our sexfights while also having some private sexfights for our own enjoyment, of course. Our goal was to eventually make enough money to move out of this apartment and into a fancy house. I don’t blame her for wanting to leave this place, given her past. Besides, what if I fall through the floor again and the neighbors see me this time? We can’t take the risk. Still, there was no rush. We would have a great Christmas and once we found out a way to make Pierre into a ghost too, we would never have to worry about anything ever again. We would be Ghost Girlfriends forever after.   

The End

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