Zephyr never expected ghost sex to be the main event of her Halloween night. She sat cross-legged in the damp grass of the Blackwood Cemetery, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Her tight velvet dress hugged her hourglass figure, the fabric straining against her heavy, ample breasts.
“Is the séance actually working?” Sarah whispered, her voice trembling.
“Shh! Just feel the energy,” Jessica replied, gripping Zephyr’s hand. “The veil is thinnest tonight. We just have to invite them in.”
Zephyr closed her eyes. She felt a sudden, freezing draft that smelled of ozone and wet earth. A translucent figure materialized, its skin the color of moonlight. It didn’t just float; it reached out, its fingers solid and icy.
“Oh god, he’s actually touching my chest!” Sarah gasped, her back arching as a spirit began to roam her body.
Zephyr felt a pair of powerful, spectral arms wrap around her waist. She gasped as a cold, hard length pressed firmly against her rear.
The ghost hoisted her up, his grip firm and demanding. He slammed her against a weathered granite gravestone, ass in the air. The cold stone bit into her skin, creating a sharp contrast to the heat building between her thighs. He ripped her dress upward, exposing her plump buttcheeks and the soaking wet folds of her pussy.
“I’ve waited a century for a body like yours,” the spirit groaned, his voice a resonant vibration that echoed in her bones.
Around them, the others were getting a similar treatment to ghost sex as Zephyr.
He didn’t waste time. He guided his thick, pale cock to her entrance and shoved inward with one heavy thrust. Zephyr screamed, her head tossing back as her breasts bounced violently with the impact. He filled her completely, stretching her walls to the limit.
“Yes, right there! Harder!” she begged.
The sound of their union filled the quiet graveyard—a wet, rhythmic shlicking as he drove deep into her. Every thrust pushed the air out of her in ragged moans. He gripped her hips, his translucent fingers bruising her pale skin. The friction created a sucking noise, the sound of her natural lubrication mixing with the ghost’s ethereal essence.
“You feel so cold, but you’re burning me up!” Zephyr wailed, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
The ghost accelerated, his balls slapping loudly against her perineum with every guttural plunge. Zephyr felt her clitoris rubbing against the stone, sending sparks of pleasure through her spine. She felt her cervix being hammered, the intensity pushing her toward a peak.
“Don’t stop! Please, just give it to me!”
With a final, violent surge, the ghost groaned and flooded her with a cold, tingling seed. Zephyr shivered, her internal muscles clamping down on him in a series of rhythmic spasms. She collapsed against the gravestone, breathless and shaking.
“Who knew ghost sex could be so exhausting?” she panted, a whimsical smile on her lips as the spirits slowly faded back into the mist.
