Yes you even beg to be fucked

Clenching up your jaw, you start to tremble with rage again. For an instant fury flares up through your whole body. It then dissipating only a second later, that burning hate within you dowsed by tears now welling up in your eyes. You break, finally worn down through all the teasing, and torment. Left so emotional tired, as well as physical tired, there’s just no strength left in you to be mad any more.

All that’s left in that void is despair, and desperation. The need to cum a constant desire, as it’s all you can think about. It just a throbbing yearning now, and if only way for this to happen is for this ghostly ghoul to dick you down then so be it! You don’t care any more...

You don’t care if it’s going to hurt. You don’t even care if means your letting this poltergeist bitch your virginity! Right now with your balls so full, so **** for release, you’d sell your very soul if it meant you could finally orgasm. This longing in your groin making it so that to your hormone filed mind right now, no price was to high for you to pay. You’ll give it all away if you just get that moment of pleasure.

“Okay....” you speak in a whisper so faint it can barley be heard.

The last bit of pride you hold in yourself withering away as you announce your surrender to the phantom bride.

“Eh come again what did you say?” Delilah asks, cupping a hand to her ear as if she didn’t hear you.

“I said okay.” You repeat this time a bit louder.

“Huh what was that speak up I still can’t hear you?” Delilah says again leaning in closer.

“I SAID OKAY!” You exclaim loudly through gritted teeth.

“Hmm I don’t know that doesn’t sound very genuine, you seem kind of like your being **** here I don’t think I can in good conscious bed you with such a lack luster response, aren’t all you people all about enthusiastic content in this era?” Delilah asks sarcastically, it clear that she can hear you just fine, you just haven’t asked with the rest amount of “enthusiasm” she wants.

“ARGH FINE I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY ASS, I’M BEGGING YOU TO DESTROY ME, POUND INTO ME SO DEEP THAT I’M GASPING FOR AIR RAVAGE MY HOLE SO BAD IT’LL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN, PLEASE, PLEASE FILL ME UP TILL I’M LEAKING WITH YOUR SEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!” You scream at Delilah, spewing out every over the top dirty phrase you can remember from all of the online porn, and erotic stories you’ve ever seen, you hoping that all these corny lines will be enough to satisfy this perverted spirit.

The corner of Delilah’s lip curls up into a smirk under her mask. There, now that’s what she wants to hear, you begging like **** slut. You have no reservations left, all your walls, your fight, broken down. Shameless acceptance being the only thing left standing in what was once the place of your pride.

“Awww there’s a good boy.” Delilah giggles as she pets you on the head, her laughter seeming to echo off the walls with an unnerving eeriness as she strokes your hair.

“Well since you seem so hungry for it, I guess it would rather cruel of me to deny you after that.” Delilah purrs shifting from your left ear to your right, then back again as she speaks.

A sense of victory is present in every teasing word she says to you. Again she has her fingers in your hair again. This time she’s massaging your scalp gently with them, nails gently scratching to create a light soothing sensation that makes your brain go all bubbly. At the same time as that, trails down the pointer finger from her other hand along your spine, Delilah savoring the little shivers you make as her icy digit runs down your back. Once she completes her pointer finger’s journey Delilah backs up off of you with a giggle.

Flying upwards a couple feet she spins around in the air before landing perpendicular on you. The ghost girl stretches out all comfortable like as she lays on you. Her enjoying this new position much more as she can now get much, much closer to see all of those cute little reactions you make.

Then taking you into a almost a lovers embrace she hugs you from behind. Her arms wrap around your neck, though not **** you as the ghost makes sure to keep great bit of slack as to not hinder your breathing in any way. There’s a wide smile hidden under her mask as her boobs press into your back.

Delilah really pulling herself as close as she can into you with out it being uncomfortable as she really snuggles in. With even her legs intertwining around your’s, and her rubbing the side of her cheek against your own. It almost like she’s enveloping you as much as possible in a blanket of her flesh, errr or whatever her ghostly body is made of.

Theres then the shuffling of clothing coming from behind, and you then feel something flop out onto your ass. Something thick, heavy, and just a little drippy, laying right between your cheeks. You freeze, the cylinder like shape leaving no doubt in your mind as to what this phalic object is.

Muscles in your body tensing, and then relaxing as with the member now between your butt a sense of trepidation rises in your chest. Nervousness pulls at the back of your mind. An anxiousness swirls in your stomach as it the thought of you losing your virginity comes to the forefront of your mind. You able to feel the phantom bride’s cock twitching, and throbbing with eagerness as a small amount of pre cum drips from the head onto your twitching hole. It feels like it’s very big... Big enough that you know it won’t go in easy...

Delilah then giggles, an air of giddiness, and excitement surrounding her now that she’s finally reached her end game. Rising exhilaration, combining with an unfettered sense of whimsy has the bride in very playful mood. Those milky white pupils of her’s are dilated with intrigue. Her gaze flicking all around your face to drink in every response your body makes to her. Every brink, ever cringe, every twitch of the mouth, or scrunch of the nose, she doesn’t want to miss a second of any expression. Delilah’s hands are now running over your body again, though this time there’s a distinct lack of that aggressive teasing from before.

The ghostly spirits’s touches to your flesh now being much more sporadic, and lighthearted. Where as before every thing she did was deliberate calculated move, all done with the purpose of pushing you towards breaking.

Delilah seems to now just be having fun exploring your body. Taking some time to just fool around now that she’s completed her objective of bullying you into submission

Though while she isn’t aggressive like she was when bullying, she still is just as intrusive. Not asking for any sort of permission or go ahead from you while going over every bit of your flesh. Indulging in all sorts of gentle interactions.

Tracing her fingers over your collar bone. Running down the length of your arm to interlock her fingers with yours. Moving back up to your shoulder, leaving a light small white line that quickly fades from your skin after a few seconds as she drags a nail down your shoulder.

There’s a almost relaxing aura to her physical exploration of your physique. A lazy almost casual air about the phantom bride now rather then that callous intensity she was showing before.

If you didn’t just go through a whole ordeal with this ghost girl you’d almost be lolled into a sense of calmness. Yet not about to forget all the things she’s done, you aren’t about to fully drop your guard around the phantom bride just yet.

Her exploring then becoming more that of a sexual nature, Delilah squeezes a hand full of your ass cheek, making you squeak in surprise. A finger of her’s then slips into your mouth.

You having to make an effort as to not bites down as she then thrusts it in, and out of your lips slow rhythmic pace. Her only pulling out with an audible pop once her finger is covered in saliva which she wipes off on the side of your cheek.

She then slips her hands under your upper body, gliding across your chest she leaves trails of little tingles as she explores with her palms, and finger tips. Finally settling at the nipples she circles around the areolas with her pointer fingers.

You squirming as she rotates clockwise, then counter clockwise, the slow gentle drag from the tips of her finger tickling you. The little spins she does round, and round eliciting a giggle or two from your lips. Though your laughs are a little strained as you’re still pretty tired from Delilah’s edging.

“Mmmm...” The ghost bride purrs with satisfaction, as while laying on top of you she can feel every little twitch being drawn out of you.

Ever reaction from you she can almost feel by proxy as your body is pressed against her’s. This only making wish Delilah to ramp up the mischief, her wanting FEEL how much of a rise she can get out of you. Her deciding to focus solely on tickling, she takes it to the next level by moving her hands down to your sides, and skittering her fingers down your ribs.

“Bawahahahahhahha stohohohop thahhahahahahahahat!” You burst into laughter instantly as Delilah begins to tickle you.

You’ve always been superrrrr ticklish, an unfortunate curse that your sisters often times exploited. You unable to keep count of how many times they would pin you down, and tickle you till you cried uncle whenever there was a sibling dispute. Often times your mom having to come in to rescue you, and now this freaky ghost has just discovered your weakness, great.

“Oh some one IS ticklish, ohoho now this I have to explore coochie coochie coo!” Says her tone shifting to that of a kid who just discovered a new toy on christmas, her making a high pitched baby voice as she coochie coochie coos at you, and starts to viciously tickle you!

She able to easily get at you even while flat on your stomach thanks to her ability to phase through solid objects. With the mattress you lay on unable to provide even a sliver of protection from her scampering hands. You able to feel Delilah smiling at you as she runs wild all over your body while you continue to laugh.

Getting under the armpits, grabbing the soft sides of your stomach, squeezing at the indent of your hips. It’s a relentless **** of tickling with you unable to escape as despite some of your energy returning you can’t move a inch under Delilah. It like you’re trapped between a weightless yet still solid steal pillar as she lays on you, all of your squirming, and thrashing about not throwing off the hold she has on you even a little bit.

“Hahahahaha stohohohohohopop stohohohohohopop please pleeheheheheahahahses.” You plead through your now constant giggling.

To your surprise Delilah does something that seems almost out of character for her at this point. Her actually relenting, and showing a bit of mercy by stopping the tickling. Catching your breath you crane your neck back as much as you can to eye the phantom bride with a suspicious look. You now confused as to why she’s being this nice all of a sudden.

Catching that look Delilah just gives you a wink, and cocks her head to the side to mimic that suspicious expression you have as best she can with our able to show any facial expression of her own. It seeming like she’s teasing you for acting so warry of her.

“See now I stopped, I’m not that bad I am, I’m not some nasty, nasty, undead soul, pure evil right?” Says Delilah in a purposefully disarming silky smooth tone as she then starts to massage your shoulders.

She seems to be doing this in earnest too, expertly digging into the right spots, and spaces to help provide relief, and relive tension in your muscles.

“W-why are you-?”

“Being so nice?” Delilah cuts you off finishing your sentence for you.

“Well like I said I’m not evil, I just have needs, I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of people having unfinished business after they die?” Says Delilah still kneading your muscles.

Your eyes then go wide with recognition. The wedding dress of course it all makes sense!

“So your telling me-.”

“Yup, I lived my whole life as a chaste virgin, saving my self for the day I would finally meet that special guy, and I did, but wouldn’t you know it after we did the vows and every thing wham, bam, we both died in a car crash on the way to our honeymoon, tragic huh fresh out the altar and we get killed by a tractor trailer t-boning us.” Delilah says her oddly casual for telling such a gruesome story.

“O-oh.” You say feeling a little bad for the spirit.

You can’t imagine what they must be like, sure you’re still a virgin but it’s not like your planning to wait till your married or anything. Makes you kind of understand why she’s come back as restless soul. Though one thing doesn’t make sense to you.

“Wait how come you can’t just uhh find your ghost husband why you need me?” You ask.

Delilah sighs, a detectable wave of sadness comes from the spirit bride as you ask that question.

“My husband doesn’t have the same unfinished business as me he wasn’t committed to the whole virgin till marriage differs up bringing you know, he didn’t ever cheat mind you, but he didn’t miss out on sex in life like me as he had experience before we meet.” Delilah frowns under her mask, her seeming actually quite sad about the fact she never got to share a night with her betrothed.

“Can’t you like meet him in the afterlife or something though?” You ask, just now for the first time approaching the subject of the afterlife.

Really with how rare of an opportunity it is to meet a ghost, you’d probably should’ve asked something about this sooner. Though you did get kind of preoccupied with getting molested and all that.

“Hmmm well that’s more kind of hard to explain as it’s not really that I can’t pass on, but more so that I getting pulled back, and no I can’t tell you what the afterlife is like, conveniently when a ghost comes back they don’t remember what the other side is like so don’t even ask.” Delilah says, her seeming to get asked about the afterlife a lot which is no surprise.

“All I know is that when I come back I’m so... ah horny you know... and I don’t get sent back till... I fuck a guy.... you get it...” Delilah gasps, you feeling her cock jump as some pre cum leaks from her head.

“The need ha.... it’s worse then anything I ever felt when alive, it doesn’t stop just building, and building till I can’t control myself I just lose it, and that’s when people get hurt...get hurt bad... it’s hard you know being a ghost your emotions just take over, and there’s nothing you can really do...” Though Delilah seems to be panting more, and more with desire, you can still detect the sorrow in her voice as she speaks.

It seeming like she’s done some things in her ghostly un-life that she regrets. It makes you see the ghost girl in kind of a new light. What Delilah has just told you sort of muddying the waters on what real is a conscious choice of her’s or not. With that you’re not able to bring yourself to full hate her now that you know she’s not fully in control of her actions.

“Hehe... no matter... how much I try to avoid it... when ever ahhh.... I come back.... I always find myself looking for... cute.... fuckable.... boys... like you...” Delilah shutters, her dick again twitching.

She then begins to hot dog her member between your ass cheeks. Starting to thrust up, and down your backside valley but not yet entering you. You can tells that she’s trying restrain herself, tempering her desire to fuck you for just a little longer to keep the conversation going. Though you can tell she’s not going to last much longer a slightly tremble now a constant permeating her movements. The small twitch plaguing her actions a sign of her ever increasing lust.

It seeming like her dick is becoming more, and more erect while she thrusts between your buns. Arousal really starting to build in the phantom as you can feel her stomach expand, and retract against your back with her quickening breathing.

“Ahh... So you got all the back story, are you now... satisfied...?” Delilah asks her materializing her tongue momentarily to drag it across your cheek, leaving a sticky trail of saliva.

“J-just one more question?” You stutter you swallowing down your fear while trying to keep your nerves.

It feels like it’s going against your better judgment but you have to at least ask it.

“Yeah... Go ahead.” Delilah raises an eyebrow at you, curious by what else you could possibly want to know.

“Is there any way I ummm can you know... get out of this with out getting uhhh fucked?” You ask hoping that with the sudden kindness the ghost bride has suddenly shown that maybe she’ll find it in her heart to let you go.

Delilah then suddenly stops massaging you. Her becoming still as a statue as she’s even stopped rubbing against you a. There’s a moment of trepidation in the air, holding your breath you wonder what’s about to happen. Then pain shoots from the same place Delilah hands are at, as she suddenly starts to dig her nails into your skin.

“Are you kidding me?” Delilah growls at you, her demeanor suddenly now becoming very, very hostile.

The atmosphere in the room then gets very tense, and you sense Delilah’s attitude start to shift into something, angry, and insidious. A terrifying sense of danger making you shiver as you get the feeling you just made a terrible blunder. Which you have, really what were you thinking? Delilah did all of this to try, and make you comfortable, and try to make you warm up to the idea of taking her cock, and now your trying to back out??? Outrages, offensive, ungrateful!!! How dare you, after all she’s done for you??? Do you even understand how hard it’s been to suppress herself for this long???

“Uh-uh-uh-uh n-n-never mind forget I said anything!” You exclaims quickly walking back your question.

“Smart choice...” Delilah says retracting her nails from your skin, a lingering bit of irritation still present in her tone as she speaks.

It takes her a few more moments to fully calm down, you still able to feel the tension in her she goes back to rubbing against your ass.

“Arghh... I can’t... wait any more... tell me... you want it hard and fast... or slow and soft... those are your two... choices...” Delilah says, her cockhead circling your asshole, her poised to press in.