Author: Otakuman Title: SWG (Single White Ghost) Seeks Housemate Part: Chapter 02 Summary: Doug and Maggie the Ghost look for a kidnapped girl. Keywords: Mg, cons, oral, ped, supernatural, pee, 1st SWG (Single White Ghost) Seeks Housemate by otakuman ---------- Legal Info: All events and characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. For adults 21 and over only. If you are not yet 21, please stop reading here. Currently, the only websites where my stories can be posted are www.littleangelshentai.net and www.asstr.org - If you'd like permission to host them at another website, please contact me through one of the above sites. My stories may contain fictional depictions of consensual explicit sex between adult males, adult females, and underage females, ranging anywhere from 13-14 years old, down to about 6 years old. If this offends you, or if such works are illegal in your location, please stop reading now and delete this file from your computer. I do not advocate such relationships in real life, and these stories are works of fantasy only. No children were harmed in writing these stories. Copyright c 2011 by otakuman. All rights reserved. ---------- Story Codes: This Chapter: Mg, cons, oral, ped, supernatural, pee, 1st ---------- Chapter 2 Doug rolled over and absent-mindedly patted the bed next to him. When his hand touched nothing but cool sheets, he frowned a little, and slowly began to wake up. Memories flashed through his mind of an encounter with a young girl the night before. "Was it all a dream?" he mumbled to himself, as he opened his eyes and looked around the room. Still half-asleep, he felt a familiar urge, and clambered out of bed to head for the bathroom. realizing with a mild shock that he hadn't worn his pajamas the night before. "That's odd," he muttered. "No, wait, I remember getting in bed without them, in the dream." He scrubbed at his bleary eyes, and continued down the hall to the bathroom, his morning erection waving around obscenely as he walked. Suddenly he heard a giggle, and a young voice said, "Boingy, boingy boingy!" With a gasp, Doug spun around, and saw a young girl who was grinning and watching his bobbling cock. He quickly brought his hands down to try and cover his erection, and yelled,"Hey, I'm not dressed... Oh, Maggie, it's you." The events of the previous night washed over Doug, so he smiled and said, "I guess after you sucked my cock, and I licked your pussy, I probably shouldn't be embarrassed about being naked in front of you. Still, you've gotta stop sneaking up on me like that." Maggie stuck her tongue out at him, and said, "You're silly, that's part of why I like you." A blush crossed her face, and she asked, "Are you gonna go pee? Umm, can... can I hold your... cock while you go?" She giggled as his penis jumped in response to her words. Doug considered for a second, then shrugged. "I guess you can if you'd like. Just make sure it doesn't miss." He went into the bathroom, and braced himself when she grabbed hold of his cock. He tried to think of anything but the feel of the young girl's hand around his penis, and eventually felt a mild softening. "I can't make it point down, it's too hard," complained Maggie, "Oh, it got a little softer, that's better." She pointed his semi-erect organ into the toilet bowl, and Doug let the urge to pee overtake him. Maggie giggled as a brief splash hit the underside of the raised seat, then she pointed it firmly down, and watched as the stream hissed into the bowl. "Wow, how long does it go?" she asked as she carefully aimed the seemingly endless stream at various spots in the bowl, apparently trying to write her name. "Well, it is a whole night's worth, and the caffeine from the soda didn't help," said Doug. "You should have seen me go in college after I'd gone out drinking with friends. I gave that up, though, the cheap beer tasted horrible, and I couldn't see the point of waking up with a hangover all the time." The flow finally trickled to a stop, and she studied the tip of his penis intently as the last few drops came out. Before Doug could stop her, Maggie swooped in and licked his dripping glans. She made a face, and spat into the toilet. "YUCK!" she exclaimed. "There was one guy here who would get hookers sometimes, and he'd take them in the shower and pee on them all over, even in their mouth, and he'd have them pee on him. I never could figure that guy out." "Yeah, stuff like that doesn't do anything for me either," Doug said. "I'm pretty vanilla in the fetish department." He used a square of paper to wipe the wet spot on the toilet seat, then flushed it and washed his hands. "I'm getting kind of hungry, I guess I need to get dressed and find something for breakfast," he said. "Would Madame care to join me?" He heard her giggle as she took his extended elbow. "Certainly, Jeeves," she said haughtily, then giggled again and asked, "Do you have to get dressed? I could get undressed instead, and we could eat naked!" "We might as well, I've always wondered what it would be like to just be nude around someone, without necessarily having sex right then." Doug grinned and said, "I'll have to buy more groceries if you keep eating with me, though." "Nah, just let me have a taste of something every now and then, I don't want to waste food." Maggie pulled his elbow tighter into hers, and sedately accompanied him into the kitchen. "Oh, wow, Frosty Bits? I used to eat that when I was alive!" Maggie quickly pulled off her clothes, and came over as Doug sat down with the bowl of cereal. "You're just a big kid!" she said with a giggle. "Yeah, you got me, I even watch cartoons every now and then!" Doug smiled at her as she nervously stood in front of him. "Pull up a chair... Or would you rather just sit on my lap?" he asked, spotting a yearning in her eyes. "Ooo, really? I didn't want to be a pest!" Maggie exclaimed. Needing no further invitation, she climbed into his lap, and positioned herself so that his penis was just touching the front of her vulva. "Sometimes... when I was alive, I'd sit on my daddy's lap like this," she whispered softly. "Not naked of course, and he'd always move me so I wasn't touching his penis. I just liked being close to him, smelling him and feeling his warmth. Thank you for letting me sit on your lap!" "Maggie, I know you've been very lonely and bored the past twenty years, so any time you want to do something, whether it's sex, snuggling, or just talking or playing, let me know. Even though you've been around for a long time, you're still basically a little girl, and it's OK if you want to do little girl things as well as adult things." Doug popped a spoonful of cereal into her mouth and said, "I like having you around as well, you remind me of my little niece, I love her dearly, but her parents moved to a different state when she turned ten, and I didn't get to see her that much as she was growing up. She's starting college this fall, I think." "Mmm, the Frosty Bits taste just like I remember, thank you! You're a really nice guy, I like you!" With that, Maggie began to wriggle a bit on his lap, causing Doug to groan. "You said you liked cartoons, can we watch some while you eat?" "Ahh, careful, if you keep wiggling like that, you'll make a mess!" Doug cautioned. "Sure, if you want to grab the remote, I can move to the kitchen counter, and we can both see the TV from there." She showed him a cheeky grin as she slid from his lap, her creamy slit gliding along the length of his penis. He groaned as his glans became briefly wedged between her buttocks, before it popped free. "Ooo, that felt nice," she murmured, as she went to get the remote. "Although, it sounds like YOU'LL be the one to make the mess!" With a giggle, she dashed into the living room. By the time she returned, Doug had repositioned his bowl onto the kitchen counter, and he held out his hands to help hoist her up on to his lap. This time she wiggled around until his stiffened penis was firmly wedged between the edges of her slit. "What does sex feel like?" she asked, as she used tiny motions to grind her lower lips against his shaft. "Is it even better than last night when you licked me?" "Ahh... Obviously, I can never know what it feels like for a woman, but speaking as a man, sex with the right partner can be amazing. Of course, things like blowjobs from certain sexy little girl ghosts can feel amazing as well!" Doug reached around to give one of her nipples a tweak, causing her to gasp. "However, if we have sex, the first time might hurt. You've got a little flap of skin right inside your vagina, and if I put my penis in there, it will stretch and break, and bleed a little." "Hmm, I wonder..." Maggie mused. "I can't recall feeling any pain since I died, and once at Christmas while the people that lived here were outside, I tried to use a sharp knife to cut off a tiny bite of the turkey, and it cut my thumb really deep. There wasn't any blood, and the tip of my thumb was just hanging off. I pushed it back where it was supposed to go, and ZOOP, it was solid again." Doug finished off the milk in his bowl, and said, "I guess that would make sense, you don't have a flesh and blood body any more, even if it looks like one. Maybe it's mostly your will that makes it work." Doug nuzzled her neck, and whispered, "I've never had sex with a virgin, and I was worried about hurting you, if you ever wanted to make love." "You're sweet, that's why I like you," said Maggie, as she turned to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'll let you know when I want to have sex... Ooo, I love this show!" she squealed, as she quickly jumped off his lap and went to plop on the couch. Doug chuckled at her sudden mood change, and said, "I'm going to go get dressed, I'll be back in a few minutes." ---------- "OH NO!" Maggie cried, "HE KILLED HER!" She turned to Doug with tears streaming down her face. "She's all alone and scared, we have to go help her!" "What? Who are you talking about, Maggie?" Doug asked. "The little girl on TV, we have to help her!" Maggie exclaimed, as she turned up the volume. Doug turned his attention to the television, and heard a newscaster say, "Authorities are still searching for little Kylie Watson, the six-year-old who disappeared yesterday morning. If you have any information regarding her whereabouts, please contact the police." Doug watched as the TV screen flashed a picture of a little blonde girl, along with her height and weight, and a phone number for the police department. "Come on, please!" Maggie begged, pulling him towards the door. "OK, OK, I'm coming!" Doug said. "I thought you said you couldn't leave the house, though." Maggie slowed to a stop and thought for a moment. "I thought it might be a little different now, and anyway I don't care if I get dizzy and stuff, we have to help Kylie! I probably shouldn't be visible when we leave, but maybe you could hold my hand or something." With that, she faded out, and Doug felt a pressure on his hand. Shrugging, he went outside and locked the door, and headed for his car. "Ooo, wait a moment," he heard her whisper from the air, as she squeezed his hand tightly. Doug reached out to feel for what he assumed was her shoulder, then pulled her against his body. "Are you sure you want to try this? I could go to the police myself." "No, I'm getting better, maybe it's 'cause you're here with me," he heard her say faintly. "Anyway, you'll need me down there, they probably won't believe you otherwise!" Doug could feel her pulling him towards the car. "So how did you know someone killed the little girl... umm, Kylie?" asked Doug as he got behind the wheel. "Has this happened with other people?" Once behind the tinted windows, Doug jumped slightly as Maggie popped back into visibility. "No, this has never happened before. I was watching TV, and saw that the little girl had disappeared. I saw her parents on TV, and they were so sad, like my mom and dad were when I died. I was thinking really hard about Kylie, hoping she was all right, and then all of the sudden, I could kind of feel her." Maggie scrubbed the tears from her eyes with her knuckles, and continued. "I got some sort of flash, he grabbed her when she was playing, then he took her under some trees and raped her. She was crying and calling for her mommy, and he yelled at her to be quiet, then he choked her to death!" Doug's hands tightened on the steering wheel, and he said grimly, "I hope we can get the police to listen, a monster like that needs to be locked away forever!" ---------- 'I'm Lieutenant Owens, the front desk sergeant told me you had some information on the Kylie Watson disappearance. Please, come into my office." The sharply dressed blonde woman gestured towards a door, and Doug stepped inside. "The little girl is dead, I can show you where to find her body, and I think I can find the man who killed her," he said abruptly, as he settled into the chair in front of the lieutenant's cluttered desk. "Oh?" she asked with arched eyebrows. "And how do you know all of this?" She turned to her computer and began typing into a report. "Were you involved somehow, or did you just overhear someone who claimed to be the killer?" "Ahh... This... this is kind of embarrassing," Doug said as he rubbed his neck. "I guess you'd probably call me a psychic. I know that's pretty far-fetched, but I don't know what else to say." Lt. Owens turned to face him again. "Now that is interesting," she said. "Do you have any proof of your claims? We've worked with so- called psychics before, most of them fizzled. A few of them have been able to assist with certain cases." Doug shook his head and said, "No, I don't, except I can show you where her body is. I..." He broke off and stared as the lieutenant's computer began beeping loudly. "Maggie!" he hissed, "Cut it out!" The lieutenant glared at him and said, "Who's Maggie?" then gasped as she saw what was appearing on the screen. "Well, this is certainly a new trick!" said Lt. Owens, as she swiveled the computer so that he could read it. __zqsxbgrtyjmukrel9oiukyjmnhdvsscaxcxvbfgnnhbgf sdfhgllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssss ssssssssssssssssssssssstttttttttttttttttttttttt tttteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnadsflhkalerkakprgtlst__ "Does that spell 'listen'? I suppose that means I'm supposed to listen to you, am I right?" The lieutenant glanced again at the screen, and swiveled it back into place. "I'm going to have a few questions for you later, but right now I'm all ears. OK, you said you can show me where the body is, we'll go as soon as I call someone to look at my computer." She did something on the keyboard, and placed a call. ---------- "So, who's Maggie, and what happened to my computer?" Lt. Owens asked as she followed Doug's directions, and drove towards the outskirts of the city. "Errm, Maggie is... she's a.. well, she's a ghost!" Doug blurted. Catching the lieutenant's wry expression, he said, "Look, I didn't believe in ghosts either, until I found her in my house. She was just a kid when she died, 20 years ago. She was electrocuted in the bathtub, when her curling iron fell in. I'm not sure what she did to your computer, err, hang on..." "I was trying to type on it, but when I'm not solid and stuff, I don't have fingers or anything, just kind of rubbery blobs," Maggie whispered in his ear. "That's why I couldn't type. Go down that road there!" "Turn left at the next road. Ahh... she said she just has rubbery blobs for hands when she's not visible, so she couldn't type properly." Doug looked down at his feet and said, "Look, I know you think I'm a weirdo for saying I can talk to a ghost, but it's true. She told me earlier that she managed to call the police once herself, when there was a child molester living in the house who was hurting a lot of kids in the neighborhood. "Oh really?" asked Lt. Owens as she turned the wheel. "That's easily checked, of course. On the other hand, you could have found a newspaper clipping or something. Now on the computer, at this point it's almost easier to believe someone WAS in the room with us, instead of you being able to somehow remotely hack in to our EXTREMELY SECURE systems and cause that message to display right at the moment when I was questioning you. Obviously, it would mean some serious charges if our IT department finds evidence of hacking or tampering with our computer systems." "Right here!" Maggie yelled faintly, "she's in that little clump of trees." "Ahh... Stop right here, Maggie told me the body is over in those trees. Look, I'm good with computers, but not THAT good! I sell and repair them. Mostly I clean viruses of people's systems, or reinstall the OS if the system is too screwed up. It's pretty dull, really, but it pays the bills. I've never done any kind of hacking." As she pulled the car over to the side of the road, Lt. Owens popped the trunk, and said, "If there is anything out there, I don't want you to touch it, or even go near it, is that understood? I don't want you to contaminate the crime scene." They exited the car, and she retrieved a small bag and a folding shovel from the trunk, and thrust a pair of medical gloves into Doug's hands. "Put those on, please," she requested, as she pulled a pair over her own hands. They walked to the trees, and after asking Maggie to point it out, Doug said, "The body is over there, under that tree. I'll just stand here, like you asked." Lt. Owens looked at the spot he pointed out, and said, "I can tell the ground has been disturbed there, I'll check it out." She headed over to the tree and began to gently scrape away the dirt. Soon she uncovered a small hand, and then a tiny face. "DAMMIT! I hate this part," she muttered, as she set down an orange card to mark the site, and retrieved a digital camera from her bag to photograph the scene. "That's Kylie Watson, all right. I'll need to call this in." She turned back towards Doug, and stopped short when she saw him stagger and then collapse to a sitting position on the ground. "There's two more!" he moaned, his face haggard. "Maggie says there are two other little girls here. One is next to that bush, and the other one is about four feet to the left of me!" The lieutenant set down some more evidence markers to mark the spots he pointed out. "Are you positive about that? The first spot is the only place the ground's been disturbed," Lt. Owens said. Doug nodded, and said, 'They've been here a long time. Maggie said their spirits were already gone, unlike Kylie's. Maggie just felt some sort of, I don't know, psychic resonance or something with the bodies." "Oh?" Lt. Owens cocked her eyebrow at him. "Well, you were right about Kylie's body, so I'm going to assume you may be right this time as well. You say Kylie's... spirit... is still here? Can you see her, and talk to her as well?" "No, I can't see or hear her. Since you're here, Maggie isn't visible to me at the moment either, and I can just hear her faintly. She can talk with Kylie somehow, though, I guess one ghost to another. Maggie told me it took a long time before she could make herself visible, and even then she couldn't do it with people around, until I showed up." The lieutenant strode towards her car, then called in on the radio. "It will take a half hour or so for the forensics unit to get here, we'll need to wait until then. Maybe you can tell me a bit about yourself, and Maggie, to pass the time." ---------- "You say not only Maggie is with us, but now Kylie is as well?" The lieutenant asked as she shivered. "Oh for crying out loud, now you've got me spooked, the hairs on my arms are standing straight up!" "Sorry about that, Maggie says she thinks Kylie will probably move on after we find the guy, she won't have a reason to stay a ghost. Umm, turn down this block." "OK," said Lt. Owens as she followed his directions. "Did you realize this is the neighborhood where Kylie lived?" "Not until just now," Doug said. "Her house is that one we just passed with the big dog in the yard, according to Maggie. Keep going a few more houses." "You're right, that was Kylie's house. Hmm, don't tell me, this is the house where the alleged killer lives," said the lieutenant. "Now who's the psychic?" asked Doug, with a startled look on his face. "Maggie hadn't even told me which house when you said that. She said Kylie was feeling some sort of link to the guy, but he isn't home right now. Evidently, he took Kylie's panties with him after he killed her, they're probably in his house." "Don't worry, I'm not psychic, we interviewed this guy as part of the investigation, he came off clean. He's a registered sex offender, but he had an alibi for the time she disappeared." The lieutenant rubbed her neck for a moment and said, "Now I'm thinking that alibi will fall apart under close scrutiny. Well, his car isn't in the driveway, so I guess we wait." Just a few minutes later, a battered sedan pulled into the driveway, and a scrawny man got out, carrying a bag of groceries. Lt. Owens got out of her car and approached him as he was fumbling for his house key. She held out her badge, and said, "Wade Marlow? I'm Lieuten--OOF!" As soon as she began talking, the man threw the bag of groceries at her and started running down the street. "DAMMIT! Why do they always run?" she asked of no one in particular. With that, she sprinted to her car to call for back-up, then started chasing the running man. Doug watched the chase from inside the car, and wasn't very surprised when the man tripped on something, and began screaming. Lt. Owens ran up and held her gun on the man, and shortly a police car flashed by Doug, with its lights flashing and siren blaring. A uniformed officer got out and took the man into custody, and soon the lieutenant walked back to her car. "Well, that was certainly... unusual," she said. "Odd how he seemed to trip over nothing, and then started screaming like he'd seen a... a ghost, or something. Did Maggie have anything to do with that, by chance?" She looked over at Doug, with an eyebrow raised. Doug grinned at her and said, "Yeah, Maggie said she was the one that tripped him up, but evidently it was Kylie that managed to make herself visible to him, and that set him off." "He made a few panicked comments after we read him his rights, it sounds like he's going to do a full confession regarding Kylie, as well as the other two bodies you found. We'll get a warrant for the house, and Forensics should be able to get some DNA from her body. It looks like this one is wrapped up. I'm still somewhat of a skeptic on this ghost stuff, but somehow you called it on this--OH!" She quickly moved her hand to her cheek, and whipped her head around. "What the hell?" "I got one too, Maggie says that was Kylie, giving us both a kiss for helping her, and she's leaving now." Doug rubbed his cheek a moment, then flushed as his stomach gurgled loudly. "Well, that is certainly the first time I've been thanked by a murder victim, if that was a kiss I felt. It sounds like you're kind of hungry, I could do with some lunch myself. I think you came in my office around 9:30 am, and now it's... what?" she paused to look at her watch, then continued, "Good grief! It's almost three o'clock, can I buy you some lunch?" "That sounds great, by the time we got back to the station and I drove home, I'd be starving!" Doug grinned at her, then laughed as his stomach made some more noises. ---------- "Hello? Oh, Lt. Owens, it's you," Doug said into the phone receiver. "Yeah, I got home an hour ago, I appreciate you buying lunch, that Mediterranean place was great!" "Please, feel free to call me Juliette, all I hear every single day is Lieutenant this, and Lt. Owens that. You should be happy to know Mr. Marlow confessed to Kylie's rape and murder, as well as those of three other little girls, spread out over the past several years. Two of them were the bodies you pointed out, he said he threw another one into a pond a few miles away. I checked out your story, and there WAS a child molester arrested in your house a few years ago, the interesting thing is, the call came from your address, while the man was at work. None of the kids ever admitted making the call." "I'm just glad to hear this Marlow guy won't hurt any more kids," said Doug. "Maggie was really upset when she first picked up Kylie's distress." "Were you aware that there is a standard pay scale for people who help with solving crimes?" asked Juliette. "You'll get a sizeable check, for not only solving Kylie's murder, but also the murders of the other children. Plus, assuming you really do have a ghost hanging around and she is the one who turned in that molester, there would be a reward for that as well, if she can verify the code that was given to the caller." "Actually, I wasn't thinking about any kind of payment this morning, I just wanted the guy off the streets, and for Maggie to stop crying after she sensed Kylie." Doug said. "OUCH! Maggie just whooped in my ear, she says she has the code somewhere, and she wants to buy some new clothes with it, since she's been in the same outfit for 20 years!" "HAH! That figures, even after she's dead, a young girl has to think about fashion!" Doug could hear the laughter in Juliette's voice. "Call me if that code number is found, we can pay it to you in that case. Please give me a call if you... OR Maggie... get any more 'flashes' like happened today." OK, I will," said Doug. "I can't guarantee anything, but we'll see what happens, thanks for letting me know about the reward." He hung up the phone, and Maggie gave him a tight hug around the neck. "Oh, wow, this is so cool!" she said. "I remember them saying something about a reward when I called the cops on that guy, and I wrote the code down, but I didn't really think about it because there was no way for me to get the reward! I've got a hidey-hole where I put a couple of things, like my copy of Alice in Wonderland and a picture of my mom and dad. I found out I could hold stuff like the book and pop out, and turn my hand solid again to put the book in the hidey-hole." Suddenly her face fell, and as tears began to roll down her cheeks, she wailed, "Doug, w-why did he hurt Kylie like t-that, she was j- just a little g-girl!" Doug pulled her into his lap and just rocked her back and forth, then hugged her tightly for a few minutes, as she sobbed into his shoulder. "It's OK, baby, he's in jail, and he won't hurt anyone ever again!" Doug finally said, as he gently stroked her hair. "You did a very good thing by helping to find him, and at least Kylie's parents know what happened to her, instead of always wondering if she might be alive somewhere." "Maggie, I don't know why people do things like that, except that they're sick in the head. This guy and that molester you turned in are the same kind of person, they only care about their own desires, no matter who else gets hurt." Doug leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she turned her head into the kiss, surprising him. "Please, Doug, I... I want you to make love to me," she whispered when they broke the kiss. "This morning, I got a flash of when he... he raped Kylie, and it was ugly and brutal. I want to... to experience passionate, caring sex, to wipe out the images I got from Kylie." "Are you sure, sweetheart?" When Maggie nodded and snuggled into his shoulder, Doug grinned at her and said, "Your wish is my command, Milady!" She giggled as he carefully stood up and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. When he reached the bedroom, Doug set her down at the foot of the bed, and grinned when she held up her arms so he could undress her like he'd done the night before. "I don't know why you even bother wearing clothes, no one can see you," he teased. Next time we go out, you could just go naked!" "I... I guess I could, if... if you really wanted me to." Maggie began flushing at the thought, and said, "What if another ghost saw... saw me naked, though, or someone who could see ghosts like you?" "I was just kidding, sweetheart, you don't need to do anything like that." Doug quickly unbuttoned her pants, and slid them down to her ankles. "Lift up your foot, dear. Anyway, you'd have to be visible, wouldn't you?" Maggie raised her other foot as he slid her jeans completely off. "I... I could ride in the car naked!" She giggled at the thought, and said, "You'd have to watch out for traffic cameras though, or they'd bust you for having a naked little girl in the car!" "Right now, I've got a nearly-naked little girl in my bedroom, and that's what counts! Muuahahahah!" Doug leered at her in an exaggerated fashion and waggled his eyebrows, as he slid her panties down over her hips in one quick motion. She giggled when he laughed, and she sat down on the bed so he could pull the panties off her feet. "You're a goofball, now hurry up and get undressed yourself, so we can make love!" Maggie said, as her finger dropped down to rub her clit. Doug gave her a courtly bow, and said, "Certainly, Milady! How rude of me to keep you waiting!" He grinned at her, and quickly removed his own clothing, then sat on the bed next to her. He began by taking her arm and planting a kiss on the back of her hand, then left little kisses up her arm and neck, ending with a passionate tongue-kiss. "Mmm," Maggie moaned into his lips, as their tongues danced and glided together. Doug reached a hand up to fondle her tiny breasts and nipples, as he kissed her once more on the lips, then down her chin and throat, until finally his kisses were landing on her breast. "Ooo, I'm getting tingly!" Maggie said, as her fingers began moving faster on her clit. He circled her right nipple with his tongue, then gently tugged on it with his teeth, as his left hand rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He licked her nipple one last time, then kissed her from one nipple to the next, as his right hand came up to take the place of his mouth. When his head was over her left breast, he took the whole thing into his mouth and began sucking lightly, while his hand gently squeezed her right breast. As he suckled on her breast, he began flicking the nipple with his tongue, causing her to gasp. After a couple minutes of breast-play, he gave them one final kiss apiece, then trailed his kisses down her belly to her legs. The kisses continued past her pubic region, down her left leg, and to her foot. Doug had Maggie lay back on the bed with her legs up, then he kissed her right foot, and up her leg to her inside thigh. "Oh... Oh wow!" she exclaimed. "You haven't even touched my pussy, and it's already feeling super wet and tingly!" Doug grinned at her, and proceeded to kiss both of her inner thighs, working slowly closer to her glistening snatch. He darted out his tongue to lap up some of the tantalizing moisture, then plunged it directly between her lips, striving to reach the source of the flowing juices. Maggie whimpered at that, and opened her legs wider for easier access. Doug swirled his tongue around several more times, and tried to push it as deep as possible before withdrawing slightly. Doug kept licking her dripping vaginal folds, moving up to tease her clit a few times. "O-OH DOUG!" Maggie moaned after a couple of minutes, "P-Please put your... your cock in me! I-I can't stand it any l-longer!" Doug moved up to give her a gentle kiss, and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. "Here it comes, sweetheart, let me know if you want to stop!" He slowly pushed his glans into the opening in her hymen, and braced himself for any signs of her discomfort. Maggie groaned, and wrapped her legs around his waist. "D-Do it NOW!" she panted, as she used her legs and hands to pull him forcefully into her. "O-Oh yes, right there!" Doug was startled at her need for urgency, and groaned as he felt his cock slide deep into her tight channel in one quick motion, her hymen shredded around the base of his penis. "Was there any pain, Maggie?" he asked with concern. "N-NO! It didn't hurt, now make love to me, PLEASE!" she begged, as she thrust her hips up to meet his. Relieved that her ghostly body had prevented any pain, Doug began moving his hips to meet her motions. "Oh, Maggie, you feel so good around my cock!" Doug said, as he pushed deeply into her vagina with each stroke. "You aren't a little girl any more, today you became a woman!" He leaned in to kiss her passionately as his body joined with hers. "Hah... T-This is even b-better than I imagined!" she panted. She reached down her hand to feel the join between their two bodies, and giggled when she felt his organ sliding deeply into her body. Doug groaned at her touch on his shaft, and began to thrust harder. Doug moved a hand down to rub her clit, causing her to moan loudly. The smell of sweat and sex filled his nostrils, and squelching noises rose up with each thrust. "My dear Maggie, I think I love you," he whispered. "I-I love y-you too," she moaned, her breath coming in short gasps. Doug kissed her again, and felt her body tighten under him as she began to approach her climax. She moved her hand to his balls and started to massage them. Doug moved his fingers quickly over her clitoris and increased the speed of his thrusts, until he was slamming his full length into her rapidly. "UNNNNHHH!" Maggie keened, her body spasming around his cock. The feel of her rippling contractions around his shaft caused Doug to shout hoarsely as he thrust into her as deeply as he could go, his semen boiling out to splash against her cervix. He could feel each individual jet pump through his cock, until it slowed to a trickle. They stayed joined together for another minute or so, Maggie's vagina still softly rippling around his organ as she squeezed out every last drop of cum he had to offer. Soon his rapidly softening penis slid out of her, and he rolled next to her on the bed, kissing her neck as she panted.. After laying for a bit in an orgasmic stupor, Maggie began to stir. "WHEEEE!" she shouted, "that was awesome! Can we do it again sometime?" She leaned over to kiss Doug on the cheek, and then lay back and giggled with a dreamy look in her eyes. "Anytime you'd like, princess!" Doug smiled at her and brushed some hair out of her eyes, then planted kisses all over her face. End of Chapter 2 ----------