A few weeks had passed since Ramona had come(in more ways than one) into my life and despite my initial annoyance at the intrusion, I was starting to get used to her. Hell, I was starting to like her in fact and not just for the obvious reasons. We actually had quite a bit in common and I was genuinely beginning to enjoy her company. Pierre also very much loved her and I’m sure he was happy to have two mamas now instead of just one. We had spent much of our time doing the things she said we would do after she first made her presence known to me. Typical girlfriend things. Painting nails, doing hair, watching movies…but I know the part you really wanna hear about.
I committed myself to having as much sex with Ramona as possible until I knew her body as well as I did my own and so far, I was doing just that and enjoying every minute of it. We duked it out no less than once a night every night and that was a bare minimum. Still, Ramona had proven herself to be a true animal. She had continued to dominate me in spite of my ever increasing carnal knowledge of her flawless form. More often than not, she even had enough energy left afterwards to get up and go back to her room to sleep. Yeah, she had basically claimed my spare bedroom because she can’t sleep with Pierre’s snoring. I’m used to it but I don’t blame her. She even has plans to redecorate it at some point. I would be frustrated if the sex wasn’t so mind blowing and addictive. I don’t know what it is about Ramona that I just can’t resist. It seems that all she has to do is kiss me and I melt like a candle. Still, I had no intention of giving up. I will dominate her. I don’t know how. I don’t know when but it will happen, come Hell or high water.
Tonight was movie night for us and I was getting ready with the popcorn as Ramona was cuddling Pierre. It was also my turn to pick the movie and I knew exactly what I wanted.
“So, what movie did you pick?” Ramona asked as I put the popcorn in the microwave.
“John Wick.” I answered. “Keanu Reeves is so dreamy.”
“You mean that dorky kid from Bill and Ted?” Ramona asked. “I severely question your taste.”
“Bill and Ted?” I asked. “That movie’s over 30 years old and he looks way different now.”
I took out my phone and showed her the movie poster.
“Wow. Okay. He cleans up nicely.” Ramona admitted.
“He might be old enough to be my Dad but still.” I said as I fawned.
“He’s still no Sly Stallone though.” Ramona argued.
“He’s like in his mid 70s.” I argued. “How old are you exactly?”
Ramona then gave me a disapproving look. She always hated whenever I tried to pry into her past. Message received. I decided to drop it just as the popcorn was done. Still, I was naturally curious. Why is she so apprehensive about her past? Aren’t girfriends supposed to confide in each other? I guess I’ll just wear her down emotionally as I wear her down sexually. I sat next to her as we shared the popcorn. Pierre actually started growling as we reached the You Know What scene in the movie. If you saw it, you know what scene I’m referring to. Still, I’m sure he liked the ending. I had a hard time focusing on the movie as Ramona snuggled up to me. Her soft skin on mine. Her mane of jet black hair running down my arm and back. I was definitely hot and bothered. My pussy was burning and aching for hers. As well as her fingers and her tongue. I don’t know how I made it through the whole movie without pouncing on her. I hoped she was having just as tough a time keeping it together as I was.
It seemed that I was right about that as she slipped her arm around my waist and then my thigh. I didn’t think I could possibly get anymore excited but it was happening. At that point, I just couldn’t stand it anymore. Right there on my leather couch, I pounced on Ramona and from her body language, I already knew that this was gonna be a rough one. That’s what I was both expecting and hoping for. I don’t know why but I had a good feeling about this one. This was gonna be the fight that changed up our dynamic. This time, I wasn’t going to lose. Ramona’s black hair blended into my couch as I undid her clothes and she undid mine. I was burning with so much hot desire that I was afraid that I was going to get a fever. My long, platinum blonde tresses came down along the right side of my face and therefore, the left side of hers.
“This time…” I said with pure lust. “I’ll make you my bitch.”
“I’d like to see you try.” Ramona said defiantly.
And with that, it was on. I immediately slammed my tongue right through her pretty, full, black lips and used it to rape her mouth. She quickly kissed back though and did a better job of it than I anticipated. Our F cup jubblies pressed together again. A feeling that I never got tired of and never will. I buried my fingers into her thick mass of raven hair as I got more comfortable and laid the full weight of my body on top of my girlfriend’s. We made out with fiery passion and lust as I began to hump her. I felt my clit rub against hers ever so slightly and it sent a buzz of pleasure throughout my body. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me into her. I slipped my arms underneath her, sandwiching them between her body and the couch. Such a satisfying feeling of intimacy.
“Mmmmmm…” We moaned into each other’s mouths.
I felt her sliding her hand down the small and my back and eventually my ass cheek as she squeezed it nice and hard. I subsequently ran my own hand down her back underneath her and reciprocated the ass grab. Ramona then decided to kick it up a notch by pulling on my blonde hair and yanking me out of the bliss of our tongue fight. We now laid across from each other, scissoring one another brutally as we fucked on my thankfully roomy couch.
“Agh! You fucking cxnt!” I cursed.
“Is that all you’ve got, you little pussy?” Ramona asked mockingly in between her bated breaths.
Pierre had gotten off of the couch to give us some room but I could still feel his eyes on us from the ground, the furry little pervert. I felt my large tits bouncing and even clapping together as I fucked my sexy ghost girlfriend. I could also see that Ramona’s own womanly splendor was just as animated as mine was. It was truly a spectacle for the ages. I felt my lower lips seal into hers as a feeling of pure euphoria washed over me like a soothing, heavenly shower of pleasure. My pulsating, pink pleasure bud bobbed against my raven opponent’s. I was on fire but the look on Ramona’s face was unlike any I had seen before in any of our many, many romps. It was difficult to describe but her expression just came off as more strained and focused in comparison to the looks of pure confidence she usually has when we fuck. That was a very good sign for me but I can’t afford to get cocky now.
“You don’t look so hot, babe.” I teased as we kept fucking.
“Like Hell, I don’t.” Ramona denied. “I’m irresistible and you know it.”
“Not what I meant.” I said with an eye roll.
We just kept going and going and going until I began to feel that distinctive, indescribable sensation signaling the inevitable. Normally, such a thing would deter me and damage my confidence but I was on a mission tonight and I wasn’t having any of it. All it did was push me onwards. Both of our screams became louder and more intense and for I don’t even know the number of times now, I was thankful that the apartment was completely soundproofed. Eventually, I simply could not hold it back any longer.
“Ohhhhhhh!!!“ I shrieked as I climaxed.
“Ahhhhhhh!!!” Ramona screamed as she orgasmed herself just a second later.
Our arms that were holding us up for our scissor session both buckled as we fell back into the couch, huffing and puffing as if we both just ran a marathon. My sweaty hair stuck to my skin and the leather couch. Ramona’s did the same.
“I made you…cum first.” Ramona bragged in between her deep breaths.
“Only by…not even…two seconds.” I argued as I attempted to catch my own breath.
There was silence after that. You could easily interpret that as us waiting to gain our strength back but I had a strong feeling that Ramona was rather unnerved by how close that first orgasm was. She was used to always being in control and me always being puddy in her hands. Well, not tonight. I could tell that she was frustrated and she was about to start bringing out the big guns. Well, two can play at that game, babe. We soon caught our breath and pulled away from each other, peeling our labia apart. We both flipped our sweat soaked hair back and looked at one another longingly but lost as to what to do next. I decided to make the first move by quickly and suddenly knifing my entire hand, and I mean all five fingers, including the thumb, straight up my girlfriend’s cxnt.
“Ugh!” She groaned. “Goddamn fucking whore!”
“You know you love it, you slut.” I teased as I fisted her.
Ramona quickly reciprocated the fisting.
“Agh!” I grunted as I bit down on my bottom lip.
Fisting was very much a love it or hate it kind of thing. Personally, I love it, whether I’m on the giving or the receiving end. In this case, I was on both. The act of fisting is just so decadent, violent, in your face and I just loved it. We pumped our fists inside of each other, putting our entire forearms into it.
“This couch is gonna glow all over underneath a black light when I’m done with you!” Ramona mocked.
“Not if I waterlog it with your sweet, tasty cum first!” I shot back.
We continued what we were doing. The feeling on my hand was so surreal. Like it was covered on all side by soaking wet velvet. Both of our pussies began to leak as Ramona stuck her thumb out and used it to press and prod my clit.
“Bitch!” I cursed.
I started doing the same to hers. I noticed her biting her bottom lip. I don’t think I had ever gotten that reaction out of her before. This night really seemed to be going my way but again, I wasn’t taking any chances. Despite it being relatively not very long after our last orgasms, I was feeling another one coming on and I could tell by her subtle body language that Ramona was too. We just kept fisting and fisting and fisting until we finally couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ugggghhhhhh!!!!” We both cried out as we climaxed.
Both of our hands got drenched as we yanked them out of one another’s womanhoods. The tiredness of the muscles in our arms caught up with us now that our mutual fisting session was over and we both gave our arms a well deserved rest as we once again stopped to catch our breath. At this point, both of us were disheveled messes. Our makeup was running, we were drenched with sweat and our hair was messy and all over the place but those are just all the marks of a truly special fight. As we caught our breath, we stared at one another one last time before we silently communicated with our eyes what we wanted to do next but I still wanted to say it anyway.
“Let’s eat each other, you fucking hot bitch.” I cursed.
“I was just about to say that.” Ramona said.
My poor couch had been through the wringer enough for one night, so we decided to get off. Thankfully the leather would absorb all of our…fluids. We got on the ground as Pierre got out of our way. He seemed to be used to our routine by now.
“Let’s make this totally fair.” Ramona suggested. “No top and bottom. We do this horizontally. Side to side. That way our blood flow remains normal and there’s no doubt as to who the better cxnt muncher is.”
“No argument here.” I agreed. “Let this be as fair as possible.”
We got down on the cold, hardwood floor. The chilly feeling on our skin caused our nipples to harden even more than they already were. We were about to start when I interrupted.
“Hold on. One more thing.” I said. “If I win…You tell me about your past.”
Ramona’s face changed from one of excitement to annoyance and even visible anxiety.
“No.” She said firmly.
“Why? Afraid you’ll lose, babe?” I asked teasingly.
“Not on the best day of your life.” Ramona denied. “Besides, nobody likes uneven bets. What do I get if I win?”
“I dunno. Whatever you want.” I said dismissively.
Ramona seemed genuinely uneasy about the whole thing.
“What is your problem?” I asked. “Why are you so secretive? What are you hiding?”
“Mind your own business.” Ramona argued.
“I’m your girlfriend, bitch. How the fuck is it not my business?” I asked angrily.
“I’ll tell you when I’m ready, okay?” Ramona asked. “You don’t understand.”
“Oh, I understand plenty.” I argued. “You barge into my home uninvited, eat my food when ghosts don’t even need to eat, run up my hot water bills and ambush me in my bed in the middle of the night, scaring me shitless and then force yourself on me and I can’t even know exactly who you are or where you came from?”
“You weren’t complaining when I made you gush like a garden hose, cxnt!” Ramona said angrily. “Besides, I’ve been in this apartment since before…before…”
“Before what?” I asked.
“Before you even heard of this place!” Ramona finished her sentence.
“Well, even if you don’t wanna tell me, what are you so afraid of a simple bet for?” I asked. “You’ve always dominated me before but this night is different and we both know it. I’m starting to get an edge over you and you don’t know how to handle it. You’re such a control freak!”
“And you’re a stubborn, pushy busybody!” Ramona insulted. “You ever heard of this thing called privacy?!”
“This from a ghost who’s been spying on me for weeks?” I asked argumentatively.
An awkward silence hit us both for a few seconds that felt like an eternity until Ramona decided to break it.
“Fuck it. I’m turning in for the night. Lick your own pussy for all I care.” Ramona said coldly.
I reached out to stop her as she got up and left, only for her to use her ghost power to walk through the wall so that I couldn’t reach her. Now I started to feel bad. I get that there are some things that people just don’t want to revisit, let alone talk about but isn’t being in a relationship supposed to be about trust? I felt genuinely hurt that she was hiding her past from me. I let out a sigh of frustration. Pierre started whining and pawing at my leg.
“Don’t worry, boy.” I said. “She just needs a good night’s sleep to clear her head. And she’s not the only one.”
I picked up my little French Bulldog and wandered off to my room. Truthfully, I was a bit worried. Ramona definitely doesn’t act like her usual self once the topic of her past comes up. A part of me wanted to go digging into it. Spy on her just like she had done to me but then I decided that it would just make the problem worse. I still firmly believe that Ramona is a control freak and she seemed genuinely rattled by how much better I was doing in our fight tonight than usual. I don’t know if it was just a good day for me or a bad day for her or some combination of the two but I can only imagine how Ramona would have reacted had I ended up winning our little 69 duel that never came to pass. I was frustrated. Both mentally and especially sexually. Thankfully I could just masturbate before I slept, which is exactly what I planned on doing.
I got in the shower to wash myself clean of all the sweat and cum. A mixture of my ghost girlfriend’s and my own. I then went to bed with Pierre next to me on his pillow as always but as I feared, I just couldn’t get to sleep. I was debating if I should go to Ramona’s room and apologize. Swear to never pry into her past again. Respect her privacy from now on. Maybe we could even finish what we started tonight but I ultimately decided against it. This was something that the two of us would eventually have to sort out. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow but someday. Maybe Ramona will change her mind eventually. I just don’t understand what it is she wants so desperately to hide…but all I can do right now is sleep on it. Tomorrow’s another day.
