You’re late for your date
Her wrists were already quite tired, yet the witch diligently stirred the contents of the huge cauldron. The thick mass, which exuded the scent of love, sometimes rose in bubbles and burst apart. The released steam drew dewdrops from the upper part of the breasts protruding from the deep cleavage. The witch, who looked no older than twenty, sometimes took half a step back because the proximity of the stove felt too hot. But then she remembered the empty, dark room stretching behind her, and she began to get goosebumps again from the loneliness.
“I just have to hold on a little longer,” she thought to herself, raising and then lowering the giant wooden spoon. “This is the price when someone does not keep their promises, and has to work twice, not… a hundred times over, if one wants to finish what one started.”
She almost had to cry, especially when the cheerful children’s laughter from beyond the forest and the usual “trick or treat” exclamations increased her feeling of loneliness. She could only hope that her hands would not be too tired yet and would be suitable for other work too. She could not have guessed how much work a ghost’s genitalia needed to make it hard enough to pleasure a living and alive woman.
In her final desperation, she threw the last ingredient into the cauldron. A pressed and dried flower stem, which she received from her deceased lover. And then a blinding light flooded the room, the gloomy gray was replaced by bright, wild colors and a sweet smell, as if the witch’s house was made of gingerbread.
A pleasant whisper reached her ears, the breath of another creature raised the hairs on the back of her neck. The witch sighed in relief, and even though colder than expected hands touched her shoulder, she wasn’t afraid to reach back to greet the guest.
“You’ve come at last,” whispered the witch, moved.
“Why would I not have come when you were wishing so desperately for me?”
“I thought you were mad at me. If I had arrived at the agreed place on time last year, I might have been able to prevent the accident…”
Suddenly, an ice-cold hand covered her mouth to prevent further self-blame. The ghost man leaned forward and began to kiss the ashen neck of his late beloved, and he could not stop himself from reaching for her breasts with his other hand – her lushly drooping breasts dazzled even the dead.
The witch moaned lustfully, shuddering from the touch of the ghost man, yet she shivered pleasantly from the circular motion of the hand that stroked her breasts. And when the ghost man pinched her nipple harder between his two cold fingers, the witch couldn’t take it anymore. She turned around. She wrapped her hands around the back of the ghost’s neck and pulled him close.
The ghost man was could also wait no longer. He grabbed her wide hips, lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the kitchen counter. They almost knocked down the tools lined up there. The ghost man accidentally reached into a tray that had cake with whipped cream on top in it. The cream froze to crystals upon his cold touch. With his finger, he pulled off a tower of foam and smeared it on his lover’s lips. The witch took the cold finger smeared with white in her mouth and began to suckle on it. Her pleasure filled expression made the ghost man’s uncovered penis rise and swell.
“You’re so sweet,” she moaned as she spread her thick thighs so the ghost could dig under her pleated skirt.
“Happy Halloween!” she screamed, when the male member found the two labia without any hesitation, and the rock-hard swollen glans already stretched the entrance. It was a strange, new feeling, the cold made her shiver, but in a good way.
The ghost man, although he was impatient, before he spread the hot passage even more, grabbed the woman’s rounded rear a few more times. On the hard furniture, her buttocks seemed even more round and voluptuous. He nibbled along the woman’s neckline, pushed his head between her breasts and used his teeth to open the hem of the dress’s neckline, which until now covered the pleasant view almost up to the nipples. Then the spirit penis slipped into the wet hole, and the woman shuddered from happiness.
He pushed his tool in and out violently, all the equipment began moving around them, and if it weren’t for the witch’s magic, quite a few plates would have ended up on the ground – but they, resonating to the lustful screams, circled around them in the air. The comical sight pleased the spirit so much that he began moving his hips with increased vigour. Nothing could stop him from winning over the physical body even as a spirit.
His cock was tightly wrapped around the hot passage, pressing and massaging it, and digging into it as deep as he could. He could feel from her shaking and sighs that she too was close to her climax. She held his waist so tightly with her two thighs that she almost fused with the ghost contours. And she orgasmed, moaned. She eagerly parted her thick lips for a kiss, and the ghost man bent down to take in the full effect of the elevated moment with his mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she sucked his tongue vigorously. The witch enjoyed the kiss and her orgasm so much that the floating plates scattered and crashed against the walls.
Their tongues fought for a few seconds, while the woman’s panting subsided somewhat, and her snow-white, plump breasts trembled slowly from fulfilled lust. Then it was the ghost man’s turn. He tilted the woman back, supported her head, and even grabbed her wavy black hair and pulled her head back. He was fascinated by the view, which had not changed since he left the earthly plane. The ghost man was kissing the woman’s neck wildly, his thrusting continued unrhythmically, but with even greater fervour, until there was no more room left for his glans to go on the inside. With a final effort, he moved his hands down again, gripping her ass to hold it in a secure spot while he came and filled her vagina completely with ghost sperm. With all the strength of his loins he penetrated deep into his lover. They both roared.
The witch felt the semen leaking out from between her legs, which was so rich that it also dripped onto the furniture after a while. When the spirit loosened his grip and carefully pulled out his slightly shrunken, yet throbbing member from the woman, she smiled at him with a panting, sweaty face.
“Are you coming next year?” asked the witch.
“If you will wait, yes,” answered the ghost.
But before he could begin to fade and return to his own world, she grabbed his wet cock and would not let go. She bent down to take it in her mouth.
“Before you go, here’s my parting gift,” she said before she began to clean the sperm stains off his cock with her outstretched tongue. It was sweet, just like the whipped cream on the cake.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yinyds/youre_late_for_your_date_mfhalloweenghost