Being a single dude, I have my habits. One of them is that shortly after arriving home from work, I pour myself a drink of choice, sit back on the couch, and watch cable news. I time how long it takes for my utter disgust with politicians to get the best of me, forcing me to change the channel.
It’s the end of October, the government is doing its normal shit-show, and I’m about ready to change channels when a familiar face fills the screen.
“Breaking news! I’m Donner Blitzen, and this is The Situation Room.
“The amazing video you are about to see has been verified by MIT, Caltech, and our own experts to be an unedited account.
“Before we show you this stunning video, I want to introduce Beth Scott. Beth has been running an internet pottery class for several years. Beth has dozens of followers.
“Beth, would you please explain the circumstances leading to the stunning video we are about to see?”
Beth hits all the normal middle-class white lady buttons. She’s borderline pretty, and from what little we can see of her, nothing really remarkable. When she speaks, she comes across as intelligent and earthy. “Well, Donner, I was running my usual video blog live as always. We were using the wheel and making bowls when it happened.”
Donner nods seriously and with some gravity. “It must have been some shock when it happened.”
Beth nods and smiles. “Oh, yes, it certainly was.”
Donner gives her his patented sexy smirk, which, if truth were known, stopped working years ago, if it ever did. “Let’s watch what happened. A warning to parents that the following video is for adults only.”
The screen fills with the view from a moderate-quality internet camera. I gather that Beth isn’t a techie and is on a budget. Beth is sitting on the floor, legs crossed. The pottery wheel in front of her has a substantial wet lump of clay spinning on it. Her hands are wet with clay as she begins to form it with her hands.
I find that very sexy for some reason, even though Beth is not what I would call hot. As the clay begins to form a column, I notice the grey clay on her arms changing shades. I begin to see a lighter area shaped like a hand, then an arm superimposed on hers.
Before I could contemplate how odd that was, the area brightened and became more solid-looking. I could clearly see an arm with a hand that was gently caressing hers. Within seconds, the image solidified into a male body, ashen and nearly transparent.
Beth took one look over her shoulder, gasped, then stared. The apparition smiled softly and kissed her soft lips. She turned back to her work while the ghost began caressing her body. His nearly transparent hands lifted and squeezed a set of breasts that were larger than I had initially observed. As a connoisseur of fine tits, I was shocked that I hadn’t noticed before. I blame the oversight on the baggy smock she wore. A smock that the ghost had unbuttoned and was in the process of sliding down her arms.
You may wonder why Beth was so easily smitten by the sudden appearance of a molesting entity. It didn’t hurt the he, and it was definitely a he, was that dancer, slash action star, slash Hunkasaurus Rex, that had nearly every woman in the country wet before he disappeared suddenly after an orgy got out of hand. Rumour has it he was running away from a jealous, dangerous-looking thug when he fell off the cliff. Yes, it was Dick N. Cider. A guy I wanted to be, knew I couldn’t, and hated him a bit for it.
Beth cooperatively lifted her hands from the pottery wheel as he slipped the sleeves off her arms. The smock disappeared from view as Dick’s hands returned to her now naked breasts. I raised an eyebrow at that. I never figured Beth would be sans-bra. I also hadn’t expected her to make the sexy sounds she was making. Beth had hidden depths, some of which were about to be revealed. I continued watching in fascination. The round-table discussion after the video should be very interesting.
Apparently, Dick was super horny because he pulled her back by the hips, totally disregarding the spinning clay that Beth had been working. Her remaining clothes disappeared with a wave of his ghostly hand. Then, he pulled her against his ghostly body with one hand on her tit and the other between her legs. She didn’t appear to be the least bit put out by his aggressive behavior.
He had her moaning pretty good in moments, gave her a slap on the ass, then pushed her onto her knees. He settled in behind her, and I knew he had penetrated her when her eyes crossed, her tongue fell out of her mouth, and she grunted. It didn’t take him long before he was thrusting fast and deep inside her. Things were moving along nicely until he got a bit too aggressive. He plunged deep, the sound of flesh slapping together alerting the audience to the fact that Beth was getting an epic fucking.
His aggression thrust her forward; her hands landed on the spinning wheel, causing her arms to fly apart, and her face to plunge into the bowl she had been forming. Patrick grabbed her hair and pulled her face from the clay without a moment’s hesitation in his strokes. Beth’s face had a circle of clay around it, with a large glob on the tip of her nose as an exclamation point.
I will admit that I was a bit jealous of his stamina. He railed her good without a doubt, managing to bring her to two screaming orgasms before plunging deep and spilling his ghostly seed inside her. He fell backward and disappeared. Beth rolled onto her back, breathing in gasps. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for her ghostly lover. She cupped her used sex with her hand, looked confused for a moment, then brought her hand up to study it. While her hand was wet for obvious reasons, there wasn’t a hint of his seed. I gathered that ghost jizz doesn’t require much cleanup afterward. She shrugged and sat up as the video ended.
I don’t know what the finished bowl looked like because CNN cut off the video before Beth finished it. I do know what Donner said next,
“Holy Shit! Ghosts are real!”
So insightful. We would have never figured that out on our own.
The round-table discussion that followed was fairly predictable. The ultra-conservative pundit was incensed at the woman’s total lack of morality. “Her husband should have better control!”
The ultra-liberal was incensed at the lack of informed consent. The former government official for Health and Human Services lamented the obviously unsafe sex. The female host kept looking at the video playing on her monitor, sighing and squirming in her seat. As is usual, there was no consensus.
Needless to say, people went nuts over it. If even half the witness reports were true, Dick was a very busy ghost. He wasn’t limited to pottery wheels, either. Stories began coming in of women washing dishes at the sink, scrubbing floors, and making beds. Pretty much anytime a woman was bent over and doing something, Dick could appear, fuck her stupid, and disappear. He seemed remarkably good at picking his lovers because none of the women ever complained.
Congress met and tried to pass a bill banning ghost fucking, but couldn’t get the votes needed to pass it. There was a split among the various officials. One side was incensed that their wives had been targeted by that “Fucking Ghost”, while others enjoyed seeing their wives get nailed without that pesky pregnancy risk.
Beth did the talk shows, then settled back into relative obscurity. I noticed she started a new line of pottery, but I couldn’t see the point of a bowl with the sides all squished.
