She found the first link on a late-night scroll, thumb tapping through Twitter threads full of ghost smut. The account promised real haunted encounters turned filthy, with links to audio files and short clips of women moaning while invisible hands spread them open. Jenna clicked. The sound hit her firstwet sucking noises, a deep voice growling take it, youre mine tonight, and the unmistakable slap of something thick pounding into a dripping cunt. No face on screen, just a shaking camera and a womans voice begging for more ghost cock.
By the third link, Jenna had her shorts pushed down and two fingers buried in her pussy. The stories were raw: ghosts that waited until you were alone and aching, then materialized just enough to pin you down and rail you senseless. She came hard, thighs shaking, but the ache didnt fade. It sharpened.
That night the air in her apartment turned cold. The lights flickered once. Then she felt itcold fingers sliding up the inside of her thigh, parting her lips, and pushing straight into her soaked hole without warning. Jenna gasped, hips jerking. The ghost was solid where it mattered. A thick, heavy cock pressed against her ass, then drove into her cunt in one brutal thrust. It felt huge, colder than skin but burning hot inside her, stretching her walls and fucking her deep.
She tried to speak but the ghosts hand clamped over her mouth. It pounded her from behind, each stroke wet and loud, her juices coating the invisible shaft. Every time it bottomed out she felt a pulse of cold that made her clit throb. The ghosts other hand reached around and rubbed her swollen nub in tight circles while it fucked her harder, faster, until she was drooling against its palm and coming with a muffled scream.
It didnt stop after one orgasm. The ghost flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and buried its face between her thighs. A tonguelong, cold, relentlessfucked into her pussy while phantom lips sucked her clit. Jennas back arched off the bed. She grabbed at nothing and felt only air, yet the mouth kept devouring her, licking and slurping every drop until she squirted across the sheets.
When it finally pushed its cock back inside her, she was already wrecked.
The ghost fucked her slow and deep this time, letting her feel every inch as it dragged out and slammed back in. Its voice whispered filthy things in her earyoure my favorite slut now, this cunt belongs to the dead, come on this ghost dick againand she did, over and over, until her voice was hoarse and her thighs were trembling.
Hours later, when the cold finally lifted and the room warmed, Jenna lay panting in a puddle of her own come. Her phone buzzed. A new Twitter notification. Another link. She smiled, already wet again, and clicked.
