Fucked

The creature—or whatever it was—stepped behind me and grabbed my hips with its frying pan-sized hands. He lifted me up effortlessly, as if I were no heavier than a rag doll.

“Let me go, you beast,” I squealed. I might as well have been yelling at the wall. Unimpressed, it carried me into the next room and to the wide bed that awaited us there.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, I thought. What's happening here?

He set me down rather roughly on the mattress without letting go of me for a second.

“Don't hurt me!” I begged, already feeling his cock against my slit. He didn't bother with my thong, just pushed it aside and rammed his shaft into my poor pussy.

“Oooh! That's...”

I was lost for words. It felt ice cold and boiling hot at the same time.

In an incredibly fast and hard rhythm, he hammered his piston into my abdomen until it hit bottom. He was so big and thick that I felt like my internal organs were being realigned and my stomach was bulging out.

Crazy as it sounds, a thought popped into my head: Could a ghost ejaculate? And if so, could he knock me up?

Shortly after, my brain shut down. The constant **** on my most sensitive body parts took its toll. Gasping and whimpering, I surrendered to the overwhelming sensations and was little more than a bitch in heat.

It took some time, but then my first question was answered. With a growl, he sank deep inside me one last time and ejaculated. Forcefully. I swear I could feel his icy semen shooting directly into my uterus.

Without warning, the spirit dissolved. Deprived of my support, I fell onto the bed and lay there breathing heavily. The sticky slime oozed slowly from my abused pussy.

Now would be the right time for my classmates to jump out from behind the curtains and cupboards and shout “Gotcha!”, wouldn't it?