Haunted by a Dickgirl (futa on male)

Story by Kuroshio

This went up on HF a few years ago, guess during my hiatus from FP.

(futa on male, ghosts, prostate massage, public sex, exhibitionism, anal)

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In all the old stories, a ghost is an angry spirit, created by a particularly untimely or unjust demise and hellbent on avenging the anguish they’d felt. There is always a cause, almost certainly understandable if not totally reasonable that forces the ghost to haunt people. If it is a movie, the people involved are forced to pay for their crimes and the ghost is released from the “curse,” free to continue on to the afterlife.

It just sucks for me that my own personal ghost was nothing like that.

I barely knew her. Completely honest. I didn’t grow up in a town small enough to know everyone, not even at my school. As much as I could tell after she died, she had been something of a loner anyway, the short, skinny girl with an American dad and a Japanese mom, who had been born overseas and only came to the US later. According to the course schedules, we’d shared a few classes but when word spread about the girl who had died in a home accident, I didn’t even notice an empty desk.

Maybe that was part of it. Maybe I was too busy being Big Man on Campus and I should have slowed down a bit to take stock of people around me. Or maybe I’m just being hard on myself.

Whenever I broached part of the subject up with my friends and high school girlfriend, they all insist that I have nothing to answer for. I was definitely an athlete, popular, with well-off parents and good looks… but I was friendly with everyone too. I remember sitting in on a few sessions as a guest barbarian with the school’s D&D club, hauling spare equipment in my truck for the marching band, assisting with scene changes for the theater class, high-fiving the robotics team when they won the state championship, right alongside being elected student president, going to prom and playing on the football team. I just enjoyed being around people.

That was why when Noriko Young was reported dead, the school chose me to give the eulogy at our memorial service.

There were all sorts of nasty rumors floating around about how it happened, of course: some people said she’d shot up bad heroin, other people said it was but being hushed up by her parents, one joker even claimed she’d slipped and gotten wedged between her bed and wall while trying to suck her own cock. I ignored them all and tried to piece together enough to make a good three minute speech for a girl who had zero friends in the school. At least as far as I could tell. It was harder than I imagined, but in the end, I came up with something that sounded authentic – she’d had an art class, so I talked about her love of drawing; there were pictures of her at the football games, so I mentioned she liked the sport and made it a point of watching the school’s team – even if it couldn’t compare to the real thing.

And the day of the memorial, I stood up and spoke with a somber yet energetic delivery. My voice only broke one time when I felt something like a faint buzz of electricity run over my nipples and down my back, spreading out over my ass. It was an uncomfortable feeling only because of the circumstances, but boy, were they the absolute worst circumstances to start popping a boner. The last bit flowed naturally though (of course I’d practiced, which got me through it) and in the end, even Noriko’s parents and siblings were clapping in earnest appreciation. It felt good to have done something for them in their time of pain.

But not nearly as good as what happened on the way from school.

I was riding the city bus to the mall to meet up with friends, bopping along with earbuds in, minding my own business when it hit me. That electric feeling. Except it was stronger than before, running down my back like a trickle of sweat. It felt even better than before and my cock responded instantly. In an attempt to hide my (obvious) arousal, I squirmed, sitting to one side on only one cheek. It didn’t help much – but that was because the pleasant tingle ran between my cheeks and started playing with my pucker.  

The feeling was fucking glorious.

Whatever it was, it was happening behind me, even as I sitting down on the bus seat. My mind tried to figure out what could be causing the feeling: was I just imagining it? Was it just a particularly fortuitous crease in my pants? Was I going crazy? I tried being rational for a few seconds, but the sensation wormed its way into my ass – without, I’ll have you know, actually opening my pucker. It had just gone through, like a ghost. My mouth was open and I licked my lips, looking at the person across from me with fluttering eyes.

The unidentified electric sensation went a bit deeper, then took a hard turn and started circling and sucking on my prostate.

Every head on the bus turned and looked right at me. My earbuds were in. I’d let out an orgasmic cry of rele

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