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Ghost Rider: Ghosts From The Past 
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

Mephistopheles eyes glowed red. He lifted his cane and 
let it back down hard. Unnatural fire started at the 
point the cane hit, spreading instantaneously in four 
directions. (MF, anal, sci-fi, paranormal, movie-parody)

***

Author's Note: I've only written four other Ghost Rider 
stories and only two of them began to chronicle Johnny 
Blaze's journey bridging 2007's Ghost with 2012's Ghost 
Rider: Spirit Of Vengeance. The last time I worked on 
this series was September 15, 2012 "Ghost Rider: Caught 
Like A Fly...". I had always hoped to write a lot more 
stories in that series by now but I kept putting it off 
though I really can't explain why...

Last month the title "Ghosts Of The Past" popped into my 
head and I knew it'd be a perfect title for my next 
Ghost Rider story, though I had no idea what the story 
would be. I came up with a few thoughts since then and 
also decided to meld the "Ghost Of The Past" idea with 
another story idea I'd had around the time a posted 
"Caught Like A Fly...". I was going to title that story 
"Ghost Rider: Johnny Takes A Break". No, really. Anyhow, 
let's see how this works out here ~ G

***

"I'm gonna own this curse."

Johnny Blaze said those very words to Mephistopheles 
when he saw him the last time in San Venganza. And that 
was not long before the last time you saw Roxane.

"This is what you are," She said. "This is always what 
you were meant to be.

You got your second chance. Go out there and make the 
best of it."

And that was why Johnny did what he did. Dispatching 
demons back to Hell. Avenging the innocent blood spilt 
wherever he went.

He thought about these things as he tried to sleep. He 
found himself traveling South, though he could not 
explain why.

And that was what he did the next morning, leaving 
Louise and Acayucan behind.

Along the way he dispatched more demons, finding little 
human companionship. When he finally reached the Istamus 
of Tehuantepec that was why he decided to stop. He 
needed a break, needed to be around other humans. Not 
that he was fully human anymore.

There was a large body of water ahead. It looked 
refreshing to Johnny.

Then he saw the sign in Spanish and grinned. Basically 
it translated to Clothing Optional Beach.

"Sounds great to me."

Johnny got off his motorcycle and had down the slope 
which became less firm, more sand. Soon the beach came 
into view.

It wasn't very crowded, more women than men. All the men 
seemed to be having a siesta, most were short and fat, 
some balding. The women were either sunning themselves 
or swimming, mothers were playing with their young 
children. And of course all were naked.

Johnny quickly shrugged off his clothes, surveying the 
lay of the land. Most of the women were very attractive, 
even the mothers. All were dark-haired, their pussies 
unshaven, most were large-breasted, dark-areolaed. There 
wasn't really any skinny or underweight women, only the 
girls running about or tanning were skinny. Johnny had 
to say all the women looked good. He did have a thing 
for Hispanic ladies.

Once naked, Johnny jogged down to the water and dived 
in.

It truly was refreshing after days of riding without 
stopping to get cleaned up or have a proper night's 
sleep.

Johnny just swam around, feeling his muscles relax and 
his cares float away. He finally stood up, the water up 
to just below his large, dangling cock. He pushed back 
his hair and stared off into the distance across the 
water, knowing eventually that would be the direction 
he'd have to head off in. But that was a concern for 
another time. Now he wanted to relax.

As if to compound that thought, a hand reached around 
and grasped his cock gently. He felt large breasts press 
into his mid-to-lower back. He turned his head and saw a 
face of a woman much shorter than him smile up at him.

{You looked like you needed some hospitality,} She said 
to him in Spanish as she began to stroke his cock to 
hardness.

"Gracias," He smiled back.

The woman who appeared to be a somewhat older than 
Johnny with just a bit of a rounded belly came around 
him and he slid his arms around her.

Leaning down, he began to kiss her passionately. She 
pulled on his cock harder, making it throb violently and 
his balls ache.

Breaking the kiss, she turned and bent over. Spreading 
her butt cheeks she said {Fuck my ass, mister.}

Happy to oblige, Johnny grabbed his hard cock. He dunked 
it under the water as he splashed more down her fat butt 
crack. Straightening up some, he guided his cock to her 
puckered back door and pushed. It sank in easier than 
Johnny'd expected. The woman began to mutter in Spanish.

Johnny eased his cock all the way up her anus, then 
grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. She was crying 
out with pleasure as he rammed his cock into her good 
and hard.

After some time she had her first orgasm, a very intense 
one. Her butt muscles clamped around Johnny's length as 
she came and her body convulsed wildly.

He lasted about fifteen minutes, pumping a heavy load 
deep up her butt, and stayed hard, going right on 
fucking her.

She had several orgasms as he fucked her good, a few 
very intense.

Her anal chute was sore when Johnny finally dumped a 
second load up it forty minutes later, but she didn't 
care.

She invited Johnny to spend the night with her and her 
husband [he was one of the fellows having a siesta on 
the beach as his wife cheating on him the whole time]. 
Johnny slept in their daughter's bed, the daughter 
getting into bed with her parents. Of course the women 
visited Johnny during the night for a little fiesta.

Before she came to him, Johnny slept un-fitfully, 
dreaming strange dreams. He heard voices he recognized, 
saw strange faces he didn't.

One voice he heard was that of Carter Slade, the last 
Ghost Rider.

"You are the Rider," Slade said. "The Ghost Rider. Get 
used to it, kid. It'll be a lot easier... this ain't 
something you can run from, kid."

It was at that point that the hospitable wife came in to 
him and fucked the dreams away.

As she left and Johnny began to drift off to sleep, he 
heard himself asking "Have there been others? With 
my...'Ghost Rider' problem?"

"Been a few," was the answer he heard. It was Carter 
Slade who spoke again...

***

The next morning Johnny was back on his motorcycle, 
skirting around the body of water. He passed through 
Cintalapa, Teran, Chiapa de Corzo, eventually stopping 
in Acala one night. He sensed something there.

He couldn't sleep that night. Wandering about the town, 
he came upon a small graveyard. Very old. He felt drawn 
to investigate it.

As Johnny weaved his way among the tombstones, he soon 
saw a man standing before a particular tombstone with 
his hat in his hand. Johnny approached him.

As he drew near, he realized he could see THOUGH him. 
The man was a ghost.

The man put his cowboy hat back on and turned to Johnny. 
{I have been waiting for you,} The man spoke. {You are 
the Ghost Rider.}
Startled, Johnny asked {How did you know?}

The ghost smiled, without any humor. {I was a Ghost 
Rider too. A mistake I greatly regret. It cost me my 
family. Come. I will show you.}

Johnny followed him out of the graveyard.

The former Ghost Rider led Johnny to the outskirts of 
the town. There he took him to the remains of a very old 
house. {The townspeople feel this land is cursed. That 
is why the house was never rebuilt.}

As he spoke, the house seemed to rebuild itself and 
regain its former glory. The man entered. Intrigued, 
Johnny followed.

There was a fire going. A beautiful woman was tending 
the fire. {She was my wife,} The ghost said with a note 
of melancholy.

Soon there were giggles and two children ran into the 
room followed by the ghost, when he was still a man. The 
ghost smiled sadly, not saying a word.

Soon the wife said {Children, time for bed!} They 
complained but allowed themselves to be led to their 
bedroom by their parents.

Johnny and the ghost followed. {I made a deal with 
Mephistopheles out of greed. I thought I could keep my 
life as it was. But HE had other plans...}

The children were tucked in and the parents left, 
closing the door. The man began to fondle his wife's 
butt through her dress. She giggled.

Turning to her husband, they kissed.

Soon they began to undress one another, making their way 
to their bedroom.

The woman was very shapely Johnny couldn't help noticing 
as his cock began to harden.

They were kissing again, the man rock hard now as his 
wife fondled him. They fell to the bed, she on her back, 
her atop her.

Spreading her legs, she took hold of his cock once again 
and led it to her hairy wet pussy. He sank it into her. 
She groaned.

And they began to fuck passionately. She clung to her 
husband, sinking her nails into him each time she 
spasmed in orgasm. Johnny couldn't help rubbing his hard 
cock through his jeans.

They fucked for over half an hour, the wife cumming 
often as he rammed into her fast and hard, finally 
grunting and spurting his load deep within her.

Rolling off, he pulled his wife to him and held her as 
they talked softly until they both fell asleep.

Until he was awaken by a bright light. A light she 
didn't seem to see. But he did.

A man stood at the foot of the bed, leaning on a cane.

"Mephistopheles," Johnny muttered under his breath. The 
ghost beside him just nodded.

"I told you to forget friends and family," 
Mephistopheles said. "And forget about love. But you 
didn't listen. Now they will pay the price."

{No!} The man in the bed cried out as did the ghost.

Mephistopheles eyes glowed red. He lifted his cane and 
let it back down hard. Unnatural fire started at the 
point the cane hit, spreading instantaneously in four 
directions. The house was a blaze in seconds.

Screams filled the air. The wife and children, in pain, 
the husband, in horror.

The three's bodies were soon consumed by the fire, as 
was the house. Only the man and Mephistopheles remained.

"You're mine," He said and vanished.

The man in the bed began to cry. Then he vanished, and 
the house was again as it had been when the ghost and 
Johnny came to it.

"Son of a *itch," Johnny muttered.

The man turned to Johnny. {Avenge my family.}

{I promised Mephistopheles I'd use the power of the 
Ghost Rider to avenge my father, avenge the innocent, 
and I promise you, I'll avenge your family as well}

{Thank you,} The ghost of the former Ghost Rider smiled. 
{I knew you were an honorable man...}

Saying those words, the ghost disappeared. Johnny left 
the house, got on his motorcycle and rode on.

Sometime later Johnny stopped for the night in Mendoza. 
Before he was able to go to sleep a familiar voice - a 
voice not in his memories this time - spoke.

"Hello, kid."

Johnny sat up. "Carter Slade?!" He grinned.

"It's me all right." Carter Slade looked much younger 
though than when Johnny had last saw him.

"I thought I'd never see you again..."

"Neither did I, but it seems the man upstairs has other 
plans for me," Slade said. "I don't know when I'll see 
you again but I wanted you to know that your battle has 
just begun. Things are only going to get worst from 
here, you planning on taking on Mephistopheles and all."

"I'll be ready," Johnny insisted.

"I hope so, kid," Slade said, tipping his hat to Johnny 
as he disappeared. "I truly hope so..." 

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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