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Marilyn's Ghost

 stamp of Marilyn Monroe, Ghost Sex Story

Ghost Sex Story Submitted By Michael

Some people treat attraction as a ghost that doesn't exist. Exactly a week ago to the day, I felt a female presence enter the room just as I clicked off my reading light.

I didn't know it was her at first. I would have never expected that she would pick me out of all people in the world to visit. Maybe she had the power to make simultaneous visits. Perhaps she saw how uninterested I was when people mentioned her name. It was nothing personal; it's just that some stars are talked about so much you become numb to them.

The first part of her body that touched me was her hair dangling on my forehead. It changed from brunette to blonde as she whipped her head back, giggling, tightening her thighs around my waist. No longer, Norma Jean, it was clear the ghost of Marilyn Monroe was straddling me with a supernatural force. Already at her mercy, I blinked my eyes, realizing I was completely naked with a towering hard-on. The sight of the dreamy sexpot so close drew me into a panic. At first, avoiding prolonged eye-contact, I looked to my side, noticing my pajamas were strangely folded hanging over the chair.

Wasting no time, Marilyn pumped at my swelling cock, using one hand first, and then two. She started gently, occasionally building up speed using her spit for lubrication. It was surreal the way she'd aim carefully so that the saliva would land on the crown of my erection.

She had yet touched her lips to any part of my body, and the way she looked at me made me revel in anticipation of what was to come next. Keeping me pinned to the bed, she caressed me for what felt like hours bringing me close to eruption time and time again, releasing the pleasure hidden in my daily struggle.

Waves of orgasm tingled along every pore of my skin; she didn't speak, only humming along in rhythm with an occasional giggle. Admiring her ivory skin shining in the darkness, I blinked, realizing I was sitting up with my back leaning against her pointy pillows. Midway from the floor to the ceiling, long candles lit floating in the air.

Once again, Marilyn wrapped her legs around me, grabbing my twitching phallus with her feet. Far from this world, I watched her toes scrunch up as she manipulated me with a heavenly technique. Lost in bliss, I leaned my head back for a kiss, but she pushed me forward roughly onto my knees. I couldn't see but anticipated her hand as she began to tan my ass.

The sound echoed through my entire being, and I heard the neighbors upstairs banging on the floor. Smitten, she kept on until my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I could hear someone at the door, asking if I was o.k. "Ohhh....Ke.ke.ke.K...." I only managed to get out a desperate stutter, but they got the message.

Marilyn threw me down on my chest and began massaging my lower back, releasing tension all over my body. The spring air floated through the windows, and I relaxed until I felt one of her fingers enter my ass. At first, I was offended, wondering what she was up to until I felt another penetrate me.

My blood ran wild, heating my entire body. With a swift angelic maneuver, she swung beneath me, and I was inside the source of her temptation. The intensity of her eyes led me in a trance, and we moved together in a way that was so natural, but unlike any other earthly experience. I was without a thought, the only purpose. The scrumptious lips of her pussy clung to me, squeezing my livelihood, threatening to drain my entire worth with every contraction.

She swung in circles, see-saw, and jazz rhythms. At times we just clenched each other, and it was an inner battle not to become paralyzed, overwhelmed by her beauty. With her hands outstretched behind her, Marilyn wrapped her legs around me almost entirely off the bed. It was as if she was offering her entire self to me—everything and more.

The position allowed me to stare directly at her trembling clit. It was larger than I'd imagined, and I placed my thumb on it, gently circling it, but her wetness kept causing me to slide off. I tried using my other fingers and began to follow her telepathic instructions. I felt like her sex puppet, cosmically chained to her, forced to move every direction she desired. Her miraculous cunt started to squirt. A little at first, next a little more, then building into a heavy spray that soaked my entire abdomen and the sheets below us.

My index finger, now drenched, slid down her inner thigh, naturally finding its way into her tight little asshole. I knew it was time, and on the next thrust, I squeezed both her lovely cheeks for dear life, letting go of everything that consumed me. No doubt possessed, the outrageous climax kept on until I lost balance, tumbling off the bed. The klunk of the hardwood floor knocked me loopy, and to my dismay: I landed face first in a pool of my sticky cum. "Marilyn, where'd you go?"

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