Benny’s Ghost [MF]

It started with a pinch on her ass.

Benny died two months ago. One moment he was in the kitchen grabbing a snack. The next he was dead. The doctors told Emily it was an aneurysm. There was nothing she could’ve done. Now, there was a void in her house and in her life. Her husband just dropped and that was it. After all the family and friends went back to their normal lives, Emily was left alone in the house they bought together.

Emily stepped out of her morning shower. She wrapped herself in a towel. Her blonde hair, still wet, hung on her head spilling down her shoulders. She stepped into their once shared closet. Purposefully not looking at his clothes hung on the other side, she started pulling pieces to wear for the day.

After she slid a pair of clean cotton panties on she felt it. Right at the edge of her pantyline a firm, familiar pinch on her ass. It was just like Benny would always do if he caught her in her underwear. Startled she jumped with a yelp. Looking wildly around the space she saw she was alone.

That pinch was just the start of the strange happenings over the next few days. Her hair was brushed over her shoulder. Her shirt tag was tucked in when sticking up. Her upper arm was squeezed as she climbed up a step ladder. The back of her head was kissed as she was looking down fixing a meal. All small touches she was familiar with. All small moments of contact Benny gave her for years. Yet each time she looked to the source there was nothing there.

Emily sat on the couch with a blanket covering her legs. She wore one of Benny’s old T-Shirts and a pair of pajama pants as she binged a show on Netflix. A cold air drifted across her from the spot next to her on the couch. Feeling the cold deep in her bones, she pulled the blanket higher to her chest. Then she felt an arm draped across her shoulders. Tears welled in her eyes at the familiar touch. While keeping her eyes on the screen she asked, “Benny?”

Then it happened. A hug she couldn’t deny. She felt her shoulders being squeezed firmly and a soft peck on the side of her head. Tears ran down her face as she understood his answer. Benny was there with her.

Emily turned to see him. As she looked where he would be the feeling of his arm disappeared. The cool presence she felt was gone.

“Benny?” she called out again, but there was no response. She buried her face on the couch where his presence had been and cried into the cushion. Every part of her body begged for him to come back to her. As she cried she felt a hand on her back. It rubbed reassuring circles as she settled. The presence was again sitting next to her on the couch. She welcomed his touch. She felt Benny’s cold, dry fingers against her skin. It was as if her shirt wasn’t there to stop his touch.

When her tears subsided, Emily wiped her eyes, still face down on the couch. She squeezed her eyes closed and sat up. She thought each time she tried to see him again, he was gone. With her eyes closed she threw herself on to Benny’s presence. She stopped before hitting the cushion below. Her cheek pressed against his chest. Emily wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tight. Benny returned her hug, pulling her into his cold embrace.

“I missed you.” Emily whispered. A deep hug was her answer back.

Emily lifted her head. She wanted to see him again. She wanted to see his goofy grin one more time. Suddenly she felt his lips on hers again. His kiss sent chills down her spine. Emily opened her eyes in surprise and she fell through the space. She landed on the empty couch alone.

“No!” Emily called out. She was frustrated with herself. If she could only stop herself from looking. With that thought, an idea came to her. “Benny. If you’re here. Meet me in the bedroom.” There was no response.

Months before he died, Benny suggested they should try something new and brought a blindfold home. She fished it out of his nightstand. It was made of black leather with a soft fabric on the inside where it rest on her eyes. It was cut to fit over her eyes perfectly. She wrapped the blindfold over her eyes and set the velcro on the back. She sat in the middle of their bed with her legs drawn up to her chest.

Emily felt the air around her chill. A weight pressed on the edge of the bed. Benny had arrived again. She smiled, “Now I can’t open my eyes.” A cold hand patted and rested on her knee. She placed her hands on his shoulders. She pulled him in for another deep kiss.

Benny’s icy lips pressed into hers. As she kissed him, she felt his hand slide up her thigh. His hand sent goosebumps across her skin and her knees fell slightly open. Emily felt a warmth growing inside of her. She missed his touch and ached for him to be inside of her once more.

Benny shifted her to lay down on their bed. She rest her head on the pillow as he moved between her legs. She felt his weight between her as her legs parted further. His hands brushed against her skin as they made their way towards her slit. She felt him underneath the pajama pants she wore. His hands were large and rough as they moved pushing her legs further apart. He stopped on her inner thighs just a small movement away from her lips.

The coldness of his hands challenged the warmth of her lust. “Benny” she begged, wanting to feel him on her again. She felt his right hand lift and two fingers begin to slide up and down the inside of her lips. The cold touch sent chills through her a cold tingle resonating in her clit. He pushed up stopping just at the base of her clit and back down to the entrance of her. Emily could feel her own juices spread across her lips. She rocked her hips with his motions. As his fingers slid up, she pulled herself down pressing her clit hard against this fingertips. As his fingers slid down, she pulled herself up, lining up her hole, ready to receive him.

Benny pressed his fingers into her. Emily arched her back craving his touch. She rocked her hips on his fingers. He swirled his fingers along the walls of her vagina. With his thumb he rubbed on her clit side to side. The mix of his cold hands and the warmth of her cravings alternated as waves across her flesh. “Benny” she whispered to the cold presence between her thighs. “Benny, I want you.”

She felt his hand slide out of her leaving the craving behind. The weight on the bed shift and she felt Benny’s cock once more. Benny’s thick head rubbed between her lips. Emily rocked on his cock, spreading her wetness. He lined up his shaft with her hole and slowly slid inside.

Benny was thick. He filled her completely as she slowly pressed deep. Emily felt his hands rest on either side of her head as he positioned himself over her. She pulled her legs up, wanting to feel his girth deep inside. His cock was cold but she was on fire. As he ended his push, he gave her a moment to settle in. Her vagina twitched on his cock as she relaxed into the pleasure.

Her lips gripped on his shaft as he slowly pulled back. Then with a slow but strong thrust he pushed back into her again. His cock sent a wave of pleasure across her body. From her vagina it washed down her legs and up her body. He pulled back again filling her with anticipation. He satisfied her need with another thrust inside. With each motion he sent waves across her body.

As Benny slowly fucked Emily, she wrapped her arms around his back and gripped tight. Even though he felt cold to the touch, she felt the warmth of his love and passion for her. Her breath quickened and let out soft moans and the sensation slowly built inside of her. Benny shifted and he sucked her nipple into his cold lips. Her nipples were hard from desire, but the cold touch turned them to solid ice. They were stiff as he darted his touch back and forth across the tips.

Picking up his pace as she writhed underneath him, he kept thrusting inside of her. Emily reached to grab her knees and pulled her legs wider for him. She enjoyed his cock again. She was dripping wet and aroused that he was freely moving in and out of her with little resistance. She felt her orgasm start building deep inside. With each thrust of his cock it grew little by little. She rocked her hips with his rhythm until her orgasm burst through her. Goosebumps coarsed over her skin as she pulled her knees in tight. As she tightened with pleasure, Benny pressed hard into her. She twitched over his cock and screamed out.

As her voice faded and the tension released, Emily laid out on the bed relaxed. She felt Benny pull out of her and she let out a long breath. The warmth from her loins relaxed the chills on her skin. Benny shifted and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. Then the weight from the bed lifted and the air warmed around her.

“Benny?” she called out, but there was no response. The pulled the blindfold off of her eyes and blinked as she adjusted to the light. She couldn’t feel Benny’s presence anymore. The looked down and the front of her pajama pants were soaked from juices. She climbed out of bed to fetch a new pair. After she dropped the wet pair to the ground, wearing only Benny’s T-Shirt and nothing more, she felt a familiar pinch on her ass.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d07po2/bennys_ghost_mf