Spectral Voyeurism

The night of merriment continued with Frank now firmly out of the picture. At first drinks were still readily flowing, particularly where John was involved, but as the hours steadily dragged on, people began to separate into small groups and couples. There were two exceptions to this. The first was John and his circle, including Red, Sam, Emelia, Vanessa, and a number of other, apparently available, girls. The second was a cluster of bitter, apparently available, boys who had been hoping to get lucky tonight but now found themselves hung dry as John reaped the playing field. They watched on with blatant envy as John’s hands felt up the thighs of Emelia and Vanessa while he flirted and told jokes amongst the group.

Red, for her part, had Sam pawing all over her, and didn’t seem at all upset that she’d lost her place on John’s lap. Rather there was a devilish grin playing on her face as she whispered in the ears of girls. John had a pretty good guess of the ideas she was planting in their heads.

By then the numbers of people left were thinning. Emelia’s brother had taken a girl to his room while the group of envious onlookers had decided to head into the city. Those that were left had either crashed on the floor or claimed a room for themselves.

Of John’s girls, it was Vanessa who made the first move. “I’m tired of this,” she declared standing up and stretching before turning to John. “Newman, we’re going upstairs,” she ordered before casting a sideways glance at Emelia. “I’m taking your room.”

John let out a small laugh before reaching up underneath Vanessa’s dress and in a fluid motion flipped their positions so that he was pressing her against the couch. The blonde’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt one of John’s fingers brush her slit through the thin fabric of her underwear. “That’s not how this works,” John grinned at her as he began to grind the cotton material. “You don’t get to give orders; you’re not in charge. I am, and in a moment I’m gonna walk upstairs with some wonderful girls and we’re going to have a good time. You’re welcome to join us provided you can accept that. Understood?”

Vanessa’s face was flushed with a mix of indignation and arousal; the latter seemingly winning out as she slowly nodded her head.

“Good,” John’s grin widened, “this is going to be a lot of fun.” His hand lingered under Vanessa’s dress for a moment longer before he pulled away and stood up. “Lead the way, birthday girl,” he said, offering his other hand to Emelia who blushed and took it.

There was an obvious anticipation in the air as the group shuffled upstairs, yet nobody seemed to hold any doubts. The mix of John’s powers and **** had seemingly bent them all to his desire, leaving the spectral John who now rewatched the proceedings with conflicting feelings and a few questions on his own morality he’d need to find answers to. It was certainly not his finest hour. And worse still, he was reliving it with company.

“Uhm… we don’t need to watch this,” the spectral John urged his seer guide.

The seer’s head turned nervously in his direction. “A-alas this is our only path. We… unfortunately must continue to watch if we wish to pursue the souls of these girls.” Where John had expected to find judgement in her voice, he only heard nervousness.

“God dammit,” he sighed as his eyes drifted back to the unfolding scene. As apprehensive as he was, a part of him wanted desperately to see what the hell had actually happened.

Emelia was biting her lip as she opened the door to her room to let everyone inside. There was a nervous chatter between the girls as they filed in, but a hush fell as Red locked the door behind them. John smiled reassuringly as he waded between them. He really was spoiled for choice. But it was clear he only had one target in mind for now, as he waltzed towards Emelia to wrap his arms around her waist. It seemed he didn’t intend on wasting any time. As he claimed her mouth, a few of the other girls let out approving whoops. Emelia was panting when John finally pulled away. She’d all but forgotten they had company as she stared longingly into his gaze. Her legs were shaking and her skin was flushed with need.

“Well, it seems the birthday girl’s getting the first ride, ladies,” Red laughed lightly as her hand slipped inside Sam’s pants. “Why don’t we warm each other up a little in the meantime?”

“How the fuck did Newman score someone like you?” Sam purred as she bucked into Red’s hand and nuzzled into her neck.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon enough,” Red quipped back as she pressed her new friend against the wall and roughly began to strip clothes where she could. Following their lead, the others were beginning to buddy up now. Vanessa, for her part, looked irritated she was being left out and quickly snarled at two girls to please her. They looked like sisters. If they were bothered by her attitude, they didn’t show it, as only a few seconds later one was eagerly lapping at Vanessa’s groin while the other’s tongue was up her butt.

A sharp cry cut through the room, drawing John’s attention to the main bed where his echo had Emelia pinned. The brunette squirmed and writhed as his mouth toyed with one of her bare breasts. One of his hands had locked with hers and together they glided across her thin figure to grind between her thighs. Her snatch was on full view to the rest of the room. Everyone could see exactly how wet she was; beads of femcum freely dripping and pooling on the bedsheets. Emelia had already climaxed once and John hadn’t even taken off his pants yet. When John pulled their hands away from her crotch, those watching could see the gleam of Emelia’s discharge coating their fingers.

Curiously, the spectral John who found himself watching this all happen with mild bemusement felt a warm and runny liquid on his fingers, despite being little more than a human shaped cloud.

“Have a taste of yourself,” John’s echo ordered the brunette, who followed his direction without question, opening her mouth and allowing her juices to drip onto her waiting tongue.

As she relished in her own cum, John took the time to unbuckled his pants. Cheers and whistles, once again, erupted among the girls as his cock sprung free from his pants. Emelia let out a small whimper as she lapped up the last of the juices coating her hand, her eyes now locked on John’s crotch.

“Ah, gotcha,” Sam moaned into Red’s neck from a little away; her eyes appraising John in a new light. A twinge of desire evident on her face, mixed with apprehension. “I, uh… oh fuuck,” she panted as Red plunged a fourth finger into her velvet walls. “I… cannot… believe… I’m here.”

“It’s alright,” Red soothed, running a hand through Sam’s short and silky hair. “There’s no pressure. If you want John, you can have him; if not, I’m here and I’m eager,” she smiled as she curled her fingers inside Sam, causing the girl to spasm.

Now sitting at the foot of the bed, John lazily stroked his cock as he ate up the sight of a dozen girls in various states of undress in the throes of pleasure and sexual deviancy. Emelia, still quivering from her previous orgasm, slowly crawled to him, eager to claim the first ride. She straddled his lap in reverse cowgirl, baring herself to the rest of the room and squirming with a mix of nervousness and arousal under the weight of a dozen gazes.

John’s hands snaked across her body, one hand moving to pinch her clit between his thumb and index finger while the other happily played with her small breasts. Her knees shaking, Emelia gripped John’s hard rod and guided it towards the blooming heat between her legs. A shrill cry escaped her lips as she plunged herself on it, taking his entire length in one go. She had already been so wet it glided effortlessly inside, and another violent orgasm shook through her body as she reached the base. John let out a light laugh and let her rest for a few moments before beginning. Their audience watched with rapt attention and wet lips, delighting in how Emelia’s face contorted with the pleasure as John aided in bouncing her on his lap. With one hand he cupped her chin and turned her head, silencing her blissful cries in a passionate kiss.

The spectral John that was reliving the moment cast another sidelong glance at Lorelei. The seer’s attention was affixed to John’s echo on the bed. Despite being entirely composed of a smokey, ethereal matter, John could sense the seer’s burning arousal through the physical connection they maintained. For the seer, who was both chaste and blind, it must have been overwhelming, seeing and experiencing, by proxy, sex from the man’s perspective.

For a brief moment he wondered if the arousal they felt was reflected on their real bodies in the material world, but the thought was quickly discarded. He had no way of determining it and was far too horny to care right now.

“John… I…” the seer panted. Her grip on John was beginning to waver, forcing him to tighten his own. “Oh, heavens help me. We must nev-ahh! S-speak of this to anyone!” she hissed.

“Agreed,” John said through gritted teeth.

His own echo was going all out now. Thrusting powerfully into the heat of Emelia’s depths and causing the girl to bounce emphatically. Emelia’s cries mixed with the cheers of the other girls as they sensed John’s approaching climax. It was growing harder for John to distinguish where he was in the room. Was he on the bed revelling in the friction of his cock against the constricting walls of Emelia’s velvety cunt? Or was he the spectral voyeur paralysed by the pleasure of the scene? Or perhaps the loyal servant of Gaia attached to his arm, trying desperately to maintain her composure and not give in to her sinful desire?

John let out a roar as he climaxed, pushing as far into Emelia as he could manage as his cock coated her insides with thick ropes of spunk. Emelia let out a blissful moan, placing one hand idly over her belly as she felt John erupt deep inside her, the warm sensation of his semen triggering another orgasm within her.

They remained hilted for several minutes, chests heaving as their breaths raced to catch up with them. Eventually Emelia let out a short laugh. “Th-that was fucking crazy,” she breathed raggedly before seeking the comfort of John’s lips again. “I can’t… I’ve never… holy fuck,” her eyes widened in awe, “you’re still hard!” Her words caused excited yelps among their companions for the night.

“Don’t worry, ladies,” John grinned and halfheartedly brushed Emelia’s mousy brown hair, which was now tangled after being fervently bounced for several minutes. “There’s enough of me for all of you.” The line would have been incredibly eye rolling had everyone not been drunk out of their minds and horny as hell.

John gave Emelia a playful slap on her ass as she rolled off him to lie on the side of the bed and recover. John’s eyes, meanwhile, slowly scanned the cluster of writhing bodies, seeking his next target. He glanced towards his girlfriend, who gave him an apologetic look and shrugged towards Samantha who was whimpering under her ministrations. Then his gaze locked with Vanessa. The blonde was still grinding her waist between two mouths that were all too eager to please, but it was clear in her wide —almost puppy-dog— eyes that she needed more. She needed him.

“Alright,” John yielded to her silent plea. “Bring your friends.”

Vanessa nodded and shakily rose towards him. As she drew close John extended his arm, taking her hand and pulling her into him to kiss her. Her lips tasted strangely sweet, given the bile that so often flew from her mouth. He broke away just as Vanessa’s two giggling companions joined them on the bed. Not needing any direction, the girls playfully brushed and kissed along John’s bare skin. He felt like a king.

“W-what happened to you, Newman?” she asked, her voice quivering with anticipation.

“Nothing you need concern yourself with,” John replied as his fingers slowly crawled down her waist. “The only thing…” John ran his finger along the comely crevice of her ass, his finger dampening with the spittle that had been lathered there. “...you should worry about is what will happen to you.” He smirked as his index finger slipped an inch inside her wet anus.

Vanessa’s back arched as she cried out in bliss, inadvertently caused her weighty breasts to press against John’s face, not that he minded. As he plunged his digit into her tight rear entrance, John set about filling her cunt as well, getting ready by grinding his shaft against her clean-shaven lips.

“W-wait,” Vanessa’s stuttered, giving John brief pause.

“I thought I told you you’re not in charge, here,” he chided back as he began to grind against her again.

“No, I-I mean, yes,” Vanessa said through heavy breaths that caused her chest to tremor. “I h-have something… to help us…”

“I don’t need help getting you off,” John laughed and gave a long lick from her neck to her breast.

“I-I don’t doubt it.” The blonde who had tormented John for so long quivered as his tongue trailed her skin. “B-but this… you’ll feel everything, ah, a million times more.”

“Hmm?” a bemused smirk played out on John’s features. “Well, you’ve captured my interest. What is it?”

“L-let me get it,” Vanessa panted. “It’s, ah, just in my purse.”

John considered her request for a moment before slowly pulling his digit from her anus and releasing her. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Vanessa nodded obediently and pulled away from his body. The absence of her warmth was eagerly filled by the two sisters that worshipped John with kisses and cooed under his touch. Vanessa trailed through the mass of intertwined bodies until she found where her clothes had been carelessly discarded on the floor. Among them was her purse, which she hurriedly snapped open and plunged her hand inside. Moments later she produced a small pharmaceutical canister.

“Is that…?” Emelia voiced through heavy breaths, her head raised slightly to behold the canister.

“Oh, you recognise it, do you?” Vanessa smirked at the brunette’s wide-eyed and eager expression.

“...Only once,” Emelia panted.

The spectral John, of course, recognised the innocuous canister, but the echo of his past self beheld it curiously. “What is it?” he repeated.

“This...” Vanessa’s smile widened blissfully, as if recalling a cherished memory.