Wydawca: M.R. Leenysman Kategoria: Obyczajowe i romanse Język: angielski Rok wydania: 2017

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Opis ebooka Horny Ghost - M.R. Leenysman

Joe and Mari Darby have just moved into the house that Joe inherited from his reclusive great-uncle Joseph, when Mari is possessed by the Horny Ghost trapped there. It's almost Halloween, when the barriers between worlds are their weakest. Can they help the ghost escape, by letting her experience Mari's pleasure?

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Horny Ghost

By M.R. Leenysman

Copyright 2017, M.R. Leenysman

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After almost six years of waiting, our wedding night was everything we could have hoped for. Seeing Mari step out of the hotel bathroom in a pink negligee, no panties underneath, grinning from ear to ear, would have made me hard in seconds, had I not already been erect, waiting for her on the bed.

She had gotten her gynecologist to eliminate her hymen as a teen because she’d had trouble with inserting tampons, so we didn’t have bleeding to worry about. We warmed up with some oral to make sure she was extra wet, then I lay back and had Mari crouch over me, line me up and lower herself at her own pace. With no experience with other women, I didn’t know whether Mari was particularly tight and I never want to have another lover to compare to her. Still, tight is the only word I have for the sensation of her pussy walls squeezing around my cock, as she slowly took in inch after inch until all seven were inside her.

As she came to a rest, a tear rolled down Mari’s cheek. “Gawd, Joe, I can’t describe how fantastic you feel inside me. Why did I make us wait for this, again?”

I wiped that tear away before saying, “Because you wanted tonight, our wedding night, to be special. It is special, baby. I don’t regret a thing. So, we’ve got two years of abstinence and almost four of only-oral to make up for. I’m looking forward to it, not looking backward. We ought to be caught up around the time of our 50th anniversary, don’t you think?”

Mari began moving up and down on me, slowly at first, savoring the sensations as she continued stretching. I had one hand flicking across her clitoris, and the other tweaking her sensitive nipples. Soon she had her first orgasm with me inside her, screaming my name. Then she really let loose, leaning forward to put her hands on my chest, thrusting back onto me as quickly as she could. I thrust up into her down-strokes and the slapping sound of my groin hitting hers filled the room, soon drowned out by our grunts and moans as we both tried to time our orgasm to the other’s.

“Fuck, Mari, here it comes!” I shouted, my cock shooting my semen into her. Her orgasm only lagged mine by five seconds as I thrust harder throughout.

That was the start of a long night of exploring each other’s pleasure, in as many positions as we could manage, before we flew off on a one week honeymoon, before returning home to start our jobs.

~~~~~

Officially, my name is Joseph Gamble Darby, the Gamble being my mom’s maiden name. I grew up being called Joey. Mari was the first to call me Joe. I’m the third Joseph Darby in my family. The first was my grandfather’s half-brother Joseph Stanbridge Darby, son of Howard and Rebecca (Stanbridge) Darby, Howard’s first wife. The second was my father’s brother, Joseph Whiting Darby, named for his uncle. Joseph W. Darby died of leukemia before my dad was born.

Then there’s me, named for them both. All three of us bore our mother’s maiden names as our middle names. Our own little uncle-nephew tradition.

Once I was born, there were seven living Darbys in the immediate family, around Kansas City. My great-uncle Joseph, my great-grandmother Martha (Porter), Howard Sr.’s 2nd wife, who lived with my grandparents, Howard Jr. and Karen (Whiting), then my parents John and Kelly (Gamble) and me.

Mom couldn’t have more kids after me, so I also grew up an only child like my dad had. Great-Grandma Martha Darby died in 1995 when I was five and the number of Darbys dropped to six.

I met Mari Stone in 2006 when I was in High School. It was the beginning of my Junior year and she was a Freshman. I was smitten immediately. Her mother’s ancestry is Irish and Chinese, her father’s English and African. The combination gave her the most beautiful brown eyes and smile. Wavy black hair and a light brown complexion completed the picture.

She was a slender 14-year-old when I met her, but gained a bit more curve every year, until she reached a tasty 36C-30-34 figure in college that she has maintained since.

I asked her out the second day of the school year and she said yes. On our very first date, she told me that she wanted to wait until marriage to have sex and I agreed to honor that.

By our fourth date, I was convinced I was going to be the man to marry her and knew without a doubt that I was willing to wait to lose my own virginity if that was what it took to win her hand. I wasn’t going to lose Mari by seeking out a hookup with someone else just to get my prick wet.

In May 2008, my grandpa Howard died, bringing the number of Darbys down to five. I met my great-uncle Joseph for the first time at his half-brother’s funeral. He was quiet and withdrawn, unused to social interaction and I felt sorry for him as I realized that my parents had never once taken me to visit him. We only lived 40 miles away on the other side of the city. When I asked, my parents related his history and reputation.