Have sex with Bonnie

"Ghosts," said Trickett, thoughtfully, "it looks like Bonnie wants to have sex."

"NO! NO, I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX! DON'T MAKE ME HAVE SEX!"

"But look how wet your pussy is! It really seems like your pussy wouldn't be that wet unless you wanted to have sex!"

Indeed, Bonnie's pussy was soaked, her lady juices running down her thighs, a fact that no less than three cell phone cameras were making a permanent record of, but still Bonnie kicked and squealed and pretended she didn't want to do it. Finally, Trickett ordered the ghosts to fish Bonnie's cum-soaked panties out of the pool and gag her with them. This they did. Then they started tweaking her nipples, preparatory to having sex with her.

"MMFF! MMMFFF!" The ectoplasm tasted exactly like cum, except somehow even cummier. The ghosts stroked her hair, caressed her breasts, blew hot and cold air into her ears, planted soft ephemeral sticky kisses all over her body. Finally, they parted her buttocks, and an extremely cold, wet, slimy, well-lubricated finger was inserted into her ass.

"No," scolded Trickett, watching Bonnie's eyes open very wide. "Don't have sex with her ass."

The finger was withdrawn.

"Have sex with her pussy! But you can put it back in her ass."

The finger was reinserted. Bonnie watched in horror as a ghostly phallus, seven inches long and translucent, the tip gleaming with sticky pre-ectoplasm, emerged from the pool below her. She struggled to close her legs as it floated towards her pussy, its intent clear. Ghostly hands **** her thighs apart. Her chest heaved with fear as the ghost cock made its merciless approach.

It nudged against her pussy lips, stroking up and down, sending ripples of pleasure through her body that Bonnie struggled to pretend she wasn't feeling. She couldn't actually be liking this, could she? Nobody could like being fucked by a ghost! The tip teased her, probing against her entrance, making her tingle with anticipation...