Another few weeks had passed and in that time, I didn’t think it was possible but Ramona and I had become even more amorous with one another. It seemed that whenever the two of us weren’t eating, sleeping or taking care of Pierre, we were fucking like rabbits. The things we had done to each other were so literally mind blowing that I have a hard time remembering them all, so I’ll just give you some examples.
One day, I was relaxing in the tub, nearly nodding off as the soothing, hot water enveloped me. My long, platinum blonde hair surrounded me alongside the water. I felt so relaxed and at ease. My eyes were just about to close when suddenly a mass of black hair popped out from under the water right in front of me.
“Aghhh!!!” I shrieked until I realized it was Ramona.
“Bark! Bark! Bark!” Pierre yapped from outside the bathroom, startled by my screaming.
I groaned in annoyance.
“You know I hate it when you do that.” I complained.
Ramona was stark naked and she looked amazing. I had seen her naked before but she looked even more delicious soaked from head to toe. Her flowing mane of dark hair mixed into the water and with my own blonde tresses. I was getting worked up just looking at her.
“But you love it when I do this.” She said flirtatiously.
The raven then slipped her hand under the water and began stroking my cxnt.
“Ohh…” I squealed as she worked her magic on me.
The hot steam coating the room mixed with the pleasure I was feeling caused my face to blush a bright red. I wanted to just lie back and let her toy with me but my pride would not stand for that. I reached underneath the water and began playing with my girlfriend’s pussy right back.
“Ahhhh…” she moaned.
I gained a sly grin on my face as my mischievous and competitive side began to take over.
“Loser has to wash the winner’s hair in addition to her own.” I proposed.
“You are so on, babe.” Ramona accepted.
She then pulled me by my soaking wet hair towards her and sealed our agreement with a passionate, lustful and nice and sloppy tongue kiss that lasted for a full two minutes before we broke it off, leaving a line of saliva between our full lips. Our arms criss crossed over one another as we began our fingering competition in earnest. We blew hot breath into each other’s mouths as our faces were still mere inches apart.
“I’m gonna make you gush like a fire hydrant.” Ramona mocked.
“Not if I make you go off like a geyser first.” I shot back.
We got closer and closer as our wet F cup breasts, shining from the water, came together. Nipples slid over nipples until they both penetrated the other girl’s tit flesh. It was amazing. Ramona’s ghostly gray skin shining from wetness looked so erotic and alluring. You can’t possibly imagine. I found myself becoming intoxicated with her so much. She just had so much power over me.
“I don’t care where we are, what we’re doing or what time of day it is.” I proclaimed. “I don’t even care that you have ghost powers and I don’t. I will always fuck you whenever the mood strikes me.”
“That’s so sweet, Lila.” She said teasingly. “Too bad it won’t change the outcome no matter how many times you try.”
She kissed me again. Her tongue pushed deeply into my mouth as I sealed my lips over it and gave it a nice suck. I slipped my hand down her body and through her wet, matted hair until I reached her big, bubbly butt and I grabbed a nice, tight hold of her glorious ass meat. Ramona quickly reciprocated both the tongue sucking and the ass grabbing as we continued manually pleasuring one another with our other hands. It was all just too much. The pleasure, the claustrophobic arena, the hot water surrounding us while our hair did the same…It was like something out of a dream. And to think there are some people who aren’t into bathtub sex. They have no idea what they’re missing. I felt my eyes begin to roll into the back of my head as my pleasure just kept building up and up and up until I finally couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
“Mmmmmmm!!!!” I screamed into my sexy ghost girlfriend’s mouth as I climaxed and boy, did I ever.
The pressure of it was so strong that it blasted up past the top of the bath water. We broke the kiss as we both took time to catch our breath.
“Looks like…I win again…” Ramona said proudly. “You know what to do next. Make sure to be nice and thorough.”
I had lost again and had to wash Ramona’s endless mass of ankle length hair as a penalty. No argument here. There was always next time.
“One of these days, I’ll catch you off guard.” I promised.
“Less talking. More washing.” Ramona said impatiently as she turned around.
I reached for the shampoo, scrubbed it into my hands and began doing as she asked. I marveled at how flawless her hair was. Despite its ridiculous length, not a single strand was out of place from top to bottom. It amazed me as much as it made me jealous.
“How can you have hair this long and not ever have so much as one single split end?” I asked.
“It’s a gift from God.” She bragged. “I try not to question it.”
It took me about 45 minutes but I eventually finished washing Ramona’s hair and then my own. The water had become cold by now, so we got out and dried off. Somehow Ramona was able to perfectly fit all of that hair in one single towel on her head. My hair only reached below my ass cheeks and I was still just barely able to fit it into a single towel. Is all of this a result of her ghost powers? I figured it was best not to wonder.
Another day, I had decided to take a look at how Ramona had changed her new room. She invited me in, having only just now finished decorating it. It took forever, so I was naturally pretty curious to see what she had done and get a feel for my girlfriend’s creative side and…she did not disappoint. Ramona held out her arm in a way of saying “ta da” as I looked at my old guest room. She had gone full goth on it. Black lights with purple tints, black wallpapers, black furniture, black everything. I was amazed.
“Well, what do you think?” She asked.
“It’s…definitely something.” I answered. “And here I thought you’d subvert the ghost goth cliche.”
“I was a goth before I was a ghost.” She said.
“Were you now?” I asked curiously.
Ramona then became visibly nervous, realizing that she shouldn’t have said that. I decided to drop it, realizing that I was making her uncomfortable.
“What if my landlord sees this? What do I tell him?” I asked.
“I could just decorate your room like this and you could tell him that you just recently fell in love with the aesthetic.” Ramona suggested.
“Uh huh.” I said skeptically.
“Besides, your room could use some sprucing up.” She said. “It’s so generic and boring.”
“Gee, thanks.” I said sarcastically. “I’m a minimalist. I don’t need all this avant garde shit. Besides, it would freak Pierre out.”
My dog then came running into the room, hearing his name and wagging his tail excitedly.
“Well, he seems to like it. Don’t you, boy?” Ramona asked sweetly as she crouched down to pet him.
I had to admit, the look was starting to grow on me. It was super atmospheric and it was even getting me in the mood.
“Besides…” Ramona said, interrupting my thoughts. “Imagine fucking in a room like this. It would be like sex mixed with an acid trip.”
“Maybe I want to do more than just imagine it.” I said flirtatiously.
“Oh, do you?” She asked seductively.
“Tell you what…” I said suggestively. “I’m in the mood, so we’ll have it out. We’ve never done it in your room yet anyway. If you win, I’ll let you redecorate my room exactly how you want it.”
“And what if you win?” Ramona asked while rolling her eyes. As if the idea of me winning was utterly absurd.
“Then the next three months of rent is 100% on you.” I answered. “Deal?”
“Deal.” Ramona answered immediately.
Pierre ran away, as if he could sense the sexual tension in the room, leaving his mommies to have their private time. We both quickly stripped out of our clothes. No matter how many times I’ve seen it, the sight of my ghost girlfriend naked always made me go wild. I was about to pounce on her but in the blink of an eye, she was already on me and pushed me up against the wall.
“Ah-“ I briefly screamed before the raven’s mouth silenced my own.
Her tongue violated my mouth as she ran her knee up into my cxnt and rubbed away at it.
“Mmmmmmmffffff!!!” I yelped into the kiss.
She had me pinned so tightly and in such an awkward position that I had no way of fighting back. I couldn’t even rub my knee into her pussy back. I was caught between a rock and a soft, wet place. She used one hand to fondle and play with my F cup tits and the other to reach between my head and the wall and bury her fingers deeply into my long, flowing, platinum blonde hair. I was completely overwhelmed. More so than in any of our other fights. It was as infuriating as it was intoxicating. All I could do was do my best to kiss her back but her tongue was dominatint mine. Our saliva soon slithered out of our joined mouths and pooled into our joined cleavage. It was so erotic. Ramona sucked my tongue as she continued using her knee to manually pleasure me. I felt my eyes beginning to roll into the back of my head already. This went on for I didn’t even know how long until I could finally stand it no more. Ramona broke the kiss, as if she could sense it as well.
“Aggggghhhhhh!!!!” I screeched out loud as I came.
I drenched Ramona’s knee in my feminine fluids as my legs weakened, forcing me to come down to the ground as my girlfriend pulled away from me finally.
“I’ll start your room first thing tomorrow morning.” She said smugly. “And if you have to tiddy fuck the landlord, I’ll just turn invisible and lick your cxnt while you do it. I’m such a generous and loving girlfriend, aren’t I?”
She proudly flipped her black mane of hair back as she walked out of the room, leaving me hyperventilating on the floor. I was beside myself. That was the worst I had ever done against her. Was I really so outclassed? Are all of my efforts just a waste of time and energy? Should I just relent and accept my place as the submissive girlfriend? I then shook it off. Fuck that! Ramona wouldn’t want me to just give up either. She loves our fights. I will get better. I will win and I will also take my revenge for her getting the jump on me today. Perhaps even sooner than you might believe. For now though, I just needed a rest. I felt like someone had just taken a bulldozer to my twat. I think I had just caught her on a good day. Or maybe it was just a bad day for me. Or perhaps a combination of the two. Either way, no sense dwelling on any of it.
Just as Ramona was finishing up her redecorating of my room to match her own, I decided to “thank” her in my own unique way. I had ordered several cakes from a few local bakeries. I would have made them myself if I could bake to save my life. There were about ten of them in total. My small kitchen just barely had enough room for them all. They were all different from each other. I bought a nice mix of German chocolate, vanilla, pistachio, angel food, devil’s food, carrot, blueberry, red velvet, mocha and cookies and cream to be exact. What Ramona didn’t was that none of these cakes were for eating…
She had just finished up as the cakes arrived and was taking a nap after all of her hard work. I waited impatiently for her but after what felt like forever but was really more like an hour or so, I smiled from ear to ear as I heard a door open and close. I got up and stood in the center of the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron as my bare, heart shaped ass hung out the back. I heard my girlfriend groan, likely from stretching as she came into the kitchen and saw me surrounded by cakes as her eyes went wide.
“Wow…” she said. “Where did you get all of these?”
“I made them myself.” I lied.
“No, seriously. Where?” She asked with a teasing giggle.
“Come on, my cooking isn't that bad.” I complained.
“Yeah, it is.” She said bluntly.
I sighed.
“I ordered them from a bunch of different bakeries.” I answered. “Just my way of rewarding you for all your hard work on both of our rooms.”
“You’re an angel.” She said. “But…”
She paused and silently counted all of the cakes.
“Ten cakes is a lot just for two people.” She said as I snuck behind her while she examined the cakes.
“Oh, I think we’ll get through them pretty quickly.” I said deviously.
“What makes you say that?” She asked with genuine curiosity.
Without warning, I grabbed the German chocolate cake, held Ramona in place and then smashed it right into her face, rubbing it in hard as I giggled. She was taken completely by surprise but immediately started giggling too. The chocolate icing and batter covered her face and got into her hair as I yanked her clothes off. She wiped the cake from her eyes.
“You bitch!” She cursed with a laugh.
“That’s for jumping me the other day.” I bragged.
Ramona then grabbed the cookies and cream cake and immediately mashed it into my face in retaliation. I was expecting it and looking forward to it. The cold feeling of icing on my skin was so distinctive and it made my nipples hard. Ramona then yanked my apron away, revealing my sharpened, pink milk buds to the world and the cool air, making them even harder. Ramona smooshed the cookies and cream cake all over me. I felt icing and crumbs being rubbed into my skin, starting with my tits. We both giggled as we rubbed the cake into each other. We made sure to get everything we could reach. Hair, faces, tits, ass cheeks, bellies, legs and of course, our pussies. We kept reaching for more and more cakes. I grabbed the red velvet one and smashed it over the top of my girlfriend’s head, deliberately rubbing it into her mass of jet black hair. Ramona then grabbed the carrot cake, took a handful of it and rubbed it into my cxnt.
“Ah!” I shrieked at the sudden cold sensation. “You cxnt!”
I retaliated by grabbing the vanilla cake, smooshing it into her face and dragging it all the way down. She was soon covered in white all over.
“You look like you just got bukkaked.” I teased.
“You don’t look so hot yourself.” She shot back.
“Like Hell, I don’t.” I denied.
Ramona suddenly grabbed the pistachio cake and gave me the exact same treatment. She rubbed it all over me from head to toe until I was covered in green all over.
“And now you look like Shrek blew his load all over you.” Ramona teased.
I then grabbed the devil’s food cake, forcibly turned my girlfriend around a full 180 degrees and smeared it all over her ass cheeks, even past her mane of hair as it got in my way.
“That tickles!” She protested as she laughed.
“Good.” I said smugly.
As I finished, she retaliated by reaching for the angel food cake, turning me around and smashing it all over my own ass cheeks and hair as it got in her way. I held her still as I grabbed the mocha cake and rubbed it all over her tits. As I was doing that, she reached behind me to grab the blueberry cake and rub it into my own F cups as we groped, fondled and humiliated one another. As we finished that, we realized that there was only one cake left. Red velvet. We then smiled at each other past all the batter and frosting on our faces and knew what we had to do.
We each grabbed handfuls of the red velvet cake and smeared it all over each other’s faces and hair until there was nothing left. After it was over, we stopped to take a breath. Was what we just did a waste of money and food? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely. I took great joy in humiliating and being humiliated by my sexy ghost girlfriend and I knew that the feeling was mutual. We laughed at each other one last time.
“Let’s clean this up.” I said. “I’d normally let Pierre do it but I don’t want him getting sick.”
“Yeah. Especially since there’s chocolate here.” Ramona agreed. “One ghost in your life is enough, I assume.”
We laughed a bit before Ramona suddenly gained a sorrowful and sad expression out of nowhere.
“What’s wrong?” I asked with genuine concern.
“Nothing.” She said as she snapped out of it. “Let’s clean this up and then lick each other clean.”
“That’s my girl.” I said proudly.
We did just that and we enjoyed giving each other tongue baths at the end but we decided to shower off what we couldn’t lick off. I was still a bit concerned about what was going through her head but I let it go.
Our little food fight had reminded us that our apartment in general could really use some cleaning, so a few days later, that’s what we were doing. At the moment, I was doing the windows while Ramona was clearing our space out of junk. More specifically, I was cleaning the glass door leading out to the balcony and fire escape while Ramona was getting rid of some old boxes in the bedroom closets that I never got around to moving until now. I assumed the old tenants left them there. Ramona was carrying a box near me as I was doing my work. It looked rather heavy as she set it down on the kitchen table. She let out a deep exhale.
“You know, we ought to get a man to do this work for us.” Ramona suggested.
“Yeah.” I agreed. “Preferably a big, strong shirtless man who will never stop telling us how beautiful and sexy we are.”
“It’d be easier than you’d think.” Ramona said. “Men will do anything just to see some skin.”
“Well, right now, all we have is a furry, four legged man.” I joked. “It would be nice though.”
I was bent over washing the glass door in the same apron I wore when Ramona and I had our cake fight. My bare ass was showing and I could feel Ramona’s lustful gaze on it. I couldn’t help it. We loved teasing each other.
“Well, at least there’s one thing that you don’t need a man for.” Ramona said suggestively.
“And what would that be?” I asked.
“This.” Ramona said.
Suddenly, I felt my long, thick, blonde hair being yanked back hard as my girlfriend began humping me from behind in my bent over position.
“Ohhh!!” I yelped out in surprise as I was fucked doggy style by the ghostly beauty. “You fucking slut! You really have no self control at all, do you?! Agh!”
“Oh, please!” Ramona scoffed. “You were practically begging for it, shaking your dump truck at me like that!”
She wasn’t wrong, in all honesty. As she continued slamming her wet cxnt into mine from behind, she pushed me up against the glass, flattening my big, bouncy F cups on it. I was worried someone might see but there were no windows nearby that could see into my apartment from the angle I was at. Ramona wrapped my hair around her wrist as she used her grip to continue humping me. The pleasure was out of this world. I felt so filthy, degraded and objectified and I was loving every second of it as my girlfriend used me for her own pleasure. I wasn’t sure what I wanted more. To just take it and be made into a fuck doll or to try and turn the tables and give the raven a taste of her own medicine. I was too tired from cleaning all day to do the latter, so for now, I would be nice and submissive…emphasis on “for now”.
With her free hand, Ramona reached out in front of her and slipped her arm in between the glass and my breasts so that she could fondle me as she fucked me from behind. She dug her fingers deeply into my tit flesh, squeezing hard as she pinched my sharpened milk buds in between her index finger and thumb.
“That’s it. Just relax and let it happen.” She said flirtatiously.
“You sound like a rapist.” I teased.
“Maybe I am.” She joked.
She slipped her hand down my abdomen and towards my pussy before jamming her finger inside.
“Fuck!” I cursed through my grit teeth as they bit down on my bottom lip.
My face blushed a bright red as my girlfriend had her way with me. She rubbed her thumb up against my clit and all of this while she kept humping into me nonstop. Eventually, I just couldn’t take it any more.
“Agh! Ugh! Ohhhhhhh!!!!” I shrieked as I climaxed.
Ramona let out a sigh of euphoria as she felt me soak her pussy with my own juices before she finally released me as I fell down to my hands and knees, huffing and puffing.
“You…fucking…animal…” I cursed in between my deep breaths.
“You know you love it, you slut.” She teased. “Besides, we could both use a break anyway.”
She sat down at the kitchen table, going through the box she had just put down while I continued struggling to catch my breath. I watched as the look on her face went from curious to surprised and then even a rather fearful and distraught expression as she went through the box.
“What’s…in the box?” I asked as I finally began to catch my breath.
“Nothing.” She said in an almost panicked tone. “Just a bunch of old junk that the old tenants probably left behind.”
I gave her a suspicious expression but I ultimately just said fuck it. I was trying to be a good girlfriend and respect Ramona’s privacy but my curiosity was building. I value my own privacy deeply but I am also very nosy. I’m a hypocrite, I know but I am trying to do better. Besides, I hate to see Ramona upset.
“If you say so.” I relented. “And now thanks to you, I need a bath and the kitchen floor needs another scrubbing.”
“I’ll take care of it. You go take a bath.” She said before almost pushing me towards the bathroom.
Whatever was in that box really seemed to rattle her. She wanted me gone for whatever reason. Once again though, she’ll tell me when she’s ready.
As of now, it’s hard to say if things are going good or bad for us. The sex was amazing and we were really starting to bond but as hard as we tried to move past it, that atmosphere of distrust was still there. I am still confident however, that we will move past it and I will at some point finally dominate my gorgeous ghost girlfriend.
