I really didn't expect my day to end with me kissing a stranger hours into my resurrection. Sure, I was the one who let it all lead up to this moment, but it wasn't really my intention to end up in this position.
Missy's feminine charms were just too irresistible.
Nghm…
Speaking of the vixen, how could I resist when she practically offered herself to me on a silver platter? If I somehow found the will to push her away, I'd be worried I'd somehow become impotent.
"Deeper," she moaned as I tunneled into her glistening slit, sloshing my fingers inside her clenching womanhood.
"A little higher… there—right there." She guided me through her velvety walls, letting me find her G-spot.
I started rubbing her sweet spot with care.
"You're so tight," I said, marveling at the tension as her core squeezed around my fingers. Even with her panty-soaking fluids coating my hand, it still took effort to move inside her.
"Is it too hard to believe I take care of myself~?" she teased, lifting her arms to remove her jacket.
"I've only ever had a few high-school boyfriends and girlfriends. Honestly, they never moved past the fingering stage—I always lost interest halfway through."
Missy didn't toss her jacket aside immediately. Instead, she draped it around my neck, pulling me into a series of short, needy kisses, her lips sucking on mine as I twisted her nipple.
"So you could say I'm a virgin with a lot of foreplay experience. Isn't that sad?"
"I don't know if I'd call that sad if I'm the one benefiting," I replied, laying her down on the desk.
"Doesn't that mean I'll be the first to truly explore your pussy? In this day and age, the fact you held off this long is a treasure in itself."
I was genuinely surprised by her confession. I'd assumed she'd dated before—people were fairly free-spirited in this time period—but never going all the way? That was almost unheard of.
And that made my ghostly blood boil.
I wanted to be the first to ravage her insides, to paint her starving womb.
I lifted her top, pulling it over her breasts. My eyes finally took in her D-cup black bra, struggling to contain her bust as my right hand slid underneath.
"It wasn't that I held off," she said softly. "More like I was never tempted to go past second base. Meeting you changed that. Maybe you'll be the one to break my eternal dry streak."
"There isn't a maybe after getting me this invested in ruining you," I said, pulling my nectar-covered knuckles from her panties. "I'll make sure you leave this room with an ache you'll never forget."
I brought my slippery, clear-slime-coated fingers to my mouth.
The moment her salty-sweet juices touched my tongue, I lost control. I licked her nectar greedily, her scent driving me to want to defile her faster.
Her eyes glimmered with mischief.
"You're getting me hot and bothered already." She finally tossed her jacket aside, freeing her arms as she pulled her top over her head.
"Take me now," she said, sitting up and pulling me in again. "I want you to make me scream my lungs out."
She leaned in before I could respond, parting her lips and taking me into them.
My actions seemed to have lit a fire in her.
But that didn't mean she'd let me overpower her, taking the lead as we invaded each other's mouths—her taste still lingering on my tongue.
We only broke apart when she noticed my arm holding her face in place.
The kiss ended with wetness she felt on her. She smirked, then opened her mouth to lick my palm—this woman, I thought, charmed.
"You missed a spot~," she flirted, moving from my palm to the two digits that had been knuckle-deep inside her moments ago.
She swallowed my fingers, licking them clean—but I couldn't let her have all the fun.
"Properly," I ordered, holding her face with my thumb, pinky, and pointer finger. "I want my fingernails to shine when you're done."
I thrust the two fingers still in her mouth, pressing against her taste buds.
"Mmm~," she slurped, moaning as she bobbed her head, savoring her own flavor.
Her soft tongue became my personal outlet. My fingers moved relentlessly, fingering her mouth as deeply as I could. When I finally pulled back, she was panting like a dog in heat.
I brought my saliva-soaked hand back to my mouth and licked my fingers clean. "Get on all fours."
She obeyed without hesitation.
"I knew you liked my butt—but not this much~," she said, swaying her hips as she towered over the scattered playing cards.
When she settled, I grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down along with her thong.
Slap.
A sharp sting coursed through her ass, making her giggle. "Ouch~ that hurt."
"I couldn't resist—your naughty glutes were begging for it," I said. "But if it really hurt, why don't I massage it for you?"
"That would be nice," she replied with a devilish smirk. "But I don't want you to be nice. I want you to ruin me, no matter how much it hurts."
She raised her hand and smacked herself.
"Ah~!"
"Ruin me to your heart's content."
I laughed. Maybe we really were a match made in hell in our past lives. "Then that's exactly what I'll do."
I unbuckled my pants—it was obvious we were past the point of waiting. I let my conjured trousers fall from my waist.
"Get lower. Arch your back."
She adjusted, sitting on her calves, presenting herself perfectly. "Like this~?" she asked.
Her answer came when my eight-inch cock slapped against her ass.
"It's so big…" I heard her whisper.
"Of course it is," I said plainly, spanking her lightly with it. "Beg for it."
Her shock turned into excitement. "Please use your swollen cock to rail my tight, needy, virgin holes," she purred, spreading her cheeks.
Both holes revealed themselves—one dripping onto the desk, her slit drenched and pooling beneath her. The other higher up: a tight pink ring, barely able to take a finger.
A difficult choice.
Pussy… or challenge the twitching hole winking in anticipation?
Why not both?
I rubbed my glans against her slit. "Thank you for the meal."
Then I thrust into her with brutal force.
I tore through a thin barrier—her hymen—and slammed into her cervix.
"Aaaah!" Her scream twisted as her head hit the table. "It's too deep!"
Her walls protested, squeezing me tightly. I pulled out slowly—then slammed back in even deeper.
"Ahh~!"
She held her ass apart, letting me watch as I filled her completely, her stomach bulging around my size.
Three beads of blood dripped from her cunt.
"Take deep breaths," I said softly. "I'll let you adjust."
I picked up a pen. "I'll take extra care of your holes."
I inserted the blunt end into her anus. "Until I can use them properly."
She moaned in confusion, eyes shut tight as I worked her open. She clenched through the pain until it faded.
"Y-you can start moving…"
I grabbed her waist, the pen still moving.
I pulled back—
Then—
Smack. Squelch.
Her screams slowly shifted as pleasure overtook pain.
"Your pussy won't stop hugging me," I grunted, slamming my pubic bone into her. "I might not be able to stop."
Squelch!
"Ah… ah…"
Her screams slowly changed with each thrust.
"Aaang~!"
I struck her sensitive spots. Her voice steadied.
"Haaag~ ah~"
Her muscles relaxed.
"You're doing good," I praised, syncing the pen with my thrusts.
I pushed the pen nearly halfway in, matching its movement to my thrusts.
"Ah—it's going to—"
Her words cut off as I slammed into her weak spot.
Her body convulsed, pleasure exploding through her.
"Aaang!"
"That's it. Focus on the pleasure~"
"Just don't go too deep all at once," she moaned. "I didn't know I was this sensitive back there."
"Look at me, Missy."
She lifted her head. I removed the pen and tossed it aside, then kissed her.
The kiss grounded her as my pace increased.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
I relentlessly attacked the spot I'd found. Each hit made her flinch, pleasure overwhelming her senses. Her eyes misted, kisses growing sloppy as her vision went white.
Her valves burned with rushing blood.
"Ahh—keep going! Right there—aaagh!"
Her body begged me. I thrust harder, my balls slapping against her.
Still—not enough.
I curled my free hand, pushing a finger toward her winking ring.
She gasped as I forced half my middle finger inside.
"Aaang—haagh~!"
Her body ignited. The harder I fought her muscles, the louder her breath became. Her pupils rolled back.
Her face collapsed onto the desk, drool spilling freely as her juices overflowed.
"More… more… keep going…"
Her stance gave out. She pitched forward, forcing me to climb onto the desk to keep thrusting.
Fuck—I'm about to cum.
I pulled out of both holes.
Her face twisted in betrayal—
Then pain.
I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs, spreading them wide. One ankle tangled in her discarded shorts as I slammed forward on pure instinct.
My glans struck her buttocks, slick with lubrication.
She was whole again.
Her cheeks tore. Blood flowed.
"Aaaaagh!!"
Her vaginal walls clenched violently.
"I-I'm cumming—you're making me cum!"
"Then let's cum together!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
My thrusts accelerated, pressure building until resistance alone drove me mad—her untouched pink ring squeezing me relentlessly.
"Ahh… ahh…"
Her pussy spasmed around emptiness, desperate to clamp down on something.
Faster. Faster.
Her body numbed the pain, amplifying the pleasure.
Her muscles softened.
I held back with everything I had—
Then buried myself to the hilt as her orgasm peaked.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
"Aaaaaaah~!!"
My ectoplasmic seed flooded her rectum. She shook, legs trembling as the numbness faded.
I stayed inside her, sealing my release as her pussy soaked my shirt.
"That was an amazing starter, my dear~," I whispered into her neck, breathing in her scent.
Her body shuddered.
My half-flaccid cock twitched inside her.
"S-starter…!?" Her mind struggled to catch up.
I smiled.