How I fucked the spirit of my dead boyfriend

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Standing from bed wasn't any easy a task. As I winked and tried to adjust to the buffering of sunlight that slit through the gently dangling sides of my curtain, I realised that I had spent the whole day sleeping. Yesterday wasn't any easy. I had lost my fiance in an accident that claimed the lives of six passengers. His family was Muslim and even though he was a christian convert, they insisted that he be buried that same day, according to Muslim rites.


I was shattered.

Rising to now stagger my way to the bathroom, all I could feel was pain and remorse, a sense of rejection and a growing depression, I fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

"Why did you have to go," I mourned, crying and drowning in the ambience of intense grief.

This wasn't what I bargained for, I thought painfully, reminding myself of all that he was to me before the cold hands of death took him away.

I continued in a monologue, wishing I could see him again or hold him back to myself, his warmth and masculine embrace, his steadfast appeal and his unwavering stamina in my groins as we fucked for hours and hours.

I shook, suddenly feeling that horny enmasse in me. I remember all my life was to please him, and even the exercises wasn't any easy for me, nor was it complete without him. I had to do them long painful waist trimming exercise so that my hips and booty can gloriously wiggle as I walk and bang and play. That was his dream, that was what he wanted in a wife, but today I will be that dream without him, I cried. "How can I be that dream without you?" I yelled at the top of my voice. What happened afterwards frightened me to my bones.

"Whoever told you you'll be that dream without me?" A voice caressingly buffered through the winds. I shook.

"Kareem?" I called, shivering as I started my gaze around the empty space, searching for whoever spoke, or whatever spoke.

He is dead, I began probing. I was there at his burial, when the sands were poured over his remains and the covering of the grave continued, I still pressed, standing to now look around, seeking answers. Could this be a trick by someone trying to take advantage of my situation? I thought.

"Who are you?" I asked with a loud voice, and as I still spoke, raising my voice, obviously scared with jittery voice. I heard nothing but the silent scary howling of winds that sent freezing sensations my way.

My shaky feet could barely hold me. As I stood I felt my upper-body shiver uncontrollably, and for a moment fell backwards, collapsing my legs to the ground. I tried to rise, but a sharp pain from my side restrained me. Soon a certain wind enveloped me, intensely lifting me from the ground. A certain force soothingly laid over me, and as though caressing my breasts, it massaged my hands at a slow rhythm that only made me horny. I relaxed, feeling a burst of overburdened stress relief me.

"Only I can fuck you to satisfaction," the voice said, speaking in the winds, although this time so close I could almost feel saliva from his mouth.

"Kareem," I cried as I came to terms with the fact that here with me was a ghost, the spirit of my dead boyfriend.

"Don't cry my baby," he said, moving his presence all over me.

He pulled off the light veil I had covering me, and started across my body. He kissed my forehead and slowly massaged my boobs. I felt a burst of wetness widen my pussy. I shivered.

"Baby, show me yourself for the last time," I started moaning gently as my body prepared for some soft sex.

I felt the wind slowly hover, lifting off me and drifting some distance away from me. It was as though the entire air in the room and surroundings came together and swirled at one spot, compressing and absorbing all the lights from the sun and from all the bulbs that at the moment shone brightly.

A loud bang happened and in a distance slowly materialised from empty air a masculine figure, tall, dark, huge and built.

"Kareem?" I called, lifting myself from the ground and making my way towards the light.

He was built and more handsome than he ever was while alive. He was African American, but with this extra tan, he looked more handsome than anyone I ever met. His face glowed, his teeth white. He looked like those angels from the realms of glory and behind him were wings of powerful build and long stretch.

As I continued looking down I couldn't help but notice a huge wrapping clothe. It was black and covered the entire region of his waist and thighs, falling heavily downwards in the front area, as though influenced by some load he was carrying.

"Come to me," he beckoned on me to advance further. I did, moving slowly, soon realising that the fear I had was slowly diminishing.

As I neared him I fell to the ground, getting my lips close to his pubic hair region. It was oiled and curly and for a brief moment I felt I had seen an angel. The hair curled and stretched out and when they contacted my facial skin, it was as though they stung me in a way that only made me horny.

He must be the angel of seduction, I thought to myself, or the angel of sex, one who stands in the presence of the almighty, day and night.

I loosed the wrapping clothes that covered his waist and thighs and falling off from him, the removed clothe revealed a monster cock, so long and huge I didn't even know what to do. My heart soon began pacing, my hair standing, goose pimples flocking all over me and for a moment I wondered what transformation happened to him just after death.

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"Suck me," his voice commanded and that I did, trying for some brief moments to force his monster cock into my tiny little mouth. I couldn't. I noticed he was already stained with sperm but he still hadn't had an erection and nothing I did could force his cock into my mouth.

I caressed it, stroking it downwards with my tiny hands till I felt blood flow into it, making it sslowly gain some stiffness. Soon both my hands had to deploy into the caressing, and before I knew it, his cock was already crossing over twelve inches in length.

At this I used two fingers of my right hand to caress my pussy, prepping myself for the coming of the king. The sight of his monster cock alone made me wet, but that alone couldn't make me strong, I thought to myself. I had to be wider for him to come into me.

He moaned, now oscillating his waist, slowly, letting his cock stride deeper into the whole my hands in a clasp shape around his dick had made.

I opened my pussy and puled his dick downwards, slowly and steadily. This made him lower in the direction his dick went.

He slowly entered me in what is supposed to be a missionary style.

I screamed.

His monster cock deeped till it couldn't descend anymore. He rotated at that spot for a while and after gauging as though wanting to be sure he couldn't drill any further into the pussy, started banging, tirelessly, effortlessly, smashing my pussy as he rose and descended into me with an easy smoothness.

I cried.

As he banged, he thrust, moaning and saying some angelic things that didn't make any sense to me at the time. He rode from above and as he smashed, he unconsciously increased the pace, flogging harder into my pussy. This felt like labour pain. I cried as I took him in, but for some strange reason I still didn't want to let him go. I yearned for more. He gave more, forcing harder as though attempting to fit all fourteen inches of cock into my miniature pussy.

Hours passed. He still banged. I never reached my climax even after hours of fucking. For a moment I suspected that he had a made it so.

A bell suddenly rang and he stopped in his tracks. It was as though the bell called him to order. Soon he pulled out of me slowly, as though been ordered from a celestial realm beyond what I could see.

"Baby," he started as he pulled out, lifting off from me, strapping his wrapping clothes back and stepping backwards by some inches.

"I have to go now," he continued, looking deep into my soul. I could tell he missed me.

"Heaven needs me," he said as he slowly vanished into thin air.

"You can't go," I protested, crying, trying to lift myself from the ground.

"You can't go and leave me like this," I said, "at least cum in me, please, I have not climaxed, I have not cum," I cried bitterly.

But as he faded into nothingness, I saw the heavens open to receive him. Angels sang and a host of celestial bodies came around, drawing him up into the skies.

"I am not done with you dear, I have not cum," he said as he now faded into the skies.

"But wait for me a while and I shall come and be with you. Be faithful to my love, be loyal to my heart and I will come again so that where I am, there you shall be also."