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Ghost, Girl & Unfinished Business
🕑 Added 2024-06-16 05:10:19 +0000 UTCFor Jazz Fenton, going off to college was supposed to represent many things. Tons of things. A new start, far away from the eccentricities of her parents and the insanity surrounding her little brother and his sordid little ghost problem. Further away still, from most things that caused her headaches.
She had not expected that college would really not be all that different. Her parents, well, the Fentons were not particularly restrained or subtle about their displays of affection.
What made everything worse was that college wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. She'd gotten into a pretty decent college, with a scholarship to boot, but it just... It just wasn't what she'd hoped it'd be. Instead of a new environment, with its own challenges to overcome and accompanied with the freedom she'd never had and could never have back at home in Amity Park, what she'd gotten was basically more of the same. More of the chaotic environment where it seemed she was the only sane woman surrounded by crazies.
Well, at least her parents did indeed stay home and didn't attempt to push themselves into her private spaces here, and even better, she had a dorm room all to herself.
But other than that, it seemed like there was a party every week, like everyone was more interested in testing the boundaries of their alcohol and drug tolerance than in studying, and worse still, the ghosts had become a popular topic.
So much so that a popular story about her dorm being haunted became so prevalent that, well, people were starting to refuse the dorm entirely and that was how Jazz found herself with a room all to her own, and empty rooms on both sides of hers. Well, better for her, she knew Ghosts weren't all that dangerous and most were downright harmless.
The keyword, of course, being most.
While she didn't have the stamina, physical or mental, to keep up with the party animals she shared her college life with most days, she did still have needs and she did still have an active libido, which made it all the worse to find out that despite being a more than moderately attractive young woman in college, she was actually horribly unpopular with the boys. At first, she had sort of accepted and even enjoyed this matter, because she had been exploring herself and realizing that she wasn't quite as straight as she'd once believed herself to be, but when boys were straight up running away from her things started getting dicey.
The fact that she hadn't really found a girl who piqued her fancy and whom she could take to her room for some... mutual relaxation time, for a massage really, was making it worse.
As Jazz unhooked the button of her skinny jeans and pushed them off of her long, slim legs, having to push with some force to get them past the wide hips and thick thighs that she had inherited from her mother, she sighed in relief. The price of fashion was comfort, sometimes. Most clothes really weren't made with her body type in mind, everyone thought clothes were designed for hourglass figures, but they didn't understand what having breeding hips meant for the one who had them.
Beyond just the incessant 'compliments' that were thinly veiled sexual harassment, back at high school.
She didn't have much in her room but she did have a nice cupboard she had rescued from someone who'd tossed away perfectly good furniture, and that cupboard did have what she needed.
However, as soon as she knelt beside it - a black shadow suddenly burst from under the door that she had locked just moments ago, and quickly took shape before her, first forming a vaguely feminine shape.
"It's time for a little payback!"
An old foe took form, and floated before Jazz for a few moments before dropping to the ground, her high heels clacking on the ground.
She wore a salmon pink skirtsuit, tight as can be, which she was nearly spilling out of. With the skirt so short half her thighs were out, showing off her perfect, flawless skin, and a body that rivaled Jazz and even her mother's, and hair that imitated the shape of a pair of horns or even a crown, in a shade of blazing orange that dulled as her powers faded into the visible spectrum, Penelope Spectra made her presence known.
"Well well well, what do we have here," the so called therapist Jazz only vaguely remembered spoke, placing her hands on her hips. "If it isn't the one that got away... you thought you could run away and stay safe?"
"I've no idea what you're even talking about. Is this because of Danny?"
"Not everything in life has to revolve around men you know," Spectra countered, giving Jazz a smirk as she looked down at the pantsless girl. "Caught you in the middle of a lil' something?" she asked.
At this point, Jazz was already annoyed, she clenched the hand she had in the cupboard into a fist and started to consider her options. The ghost had caught her with her pants down, figuratively and literally, and she was between Jazz and the door. Not that there'd be much point in running, it's not like she could outrun a ghosts' flight speed unless they were really slow.
Adjusting her shades with one hand and flicking one of her earrings with the other, Spectra pursed her painted lips and looked down at Jazz, taking a step forward. "Why, you've got enough resentment built up in you that you're shining like a beacon to me," she said, licking her lips seductively, looking down at the college student.
"You're real talky today aren't you?" Jazz responded, eyes narrowing.
"Oh, you know us therapists, we just loooove to talk things out," she said, leaning forward. "Hm hm, why, you appear to have had a change of heart yourself," she said, "men not looking so hot these days huh?" she asked. "Well, no big deal, without your pesky little brother here to stop me, it's not like you can do much, in fact, you're gonna be quite helpful..."
Jazz closed her eyes and closed her hand around the same object she'd been meaning to take out since before the ghost arrived.
"You know what," she said, opening her eyes and staring deep into the nearly glowing green embers, the pupil-less irises characteristic of ghosts, smirking when she saw the ghost flinch, as if a flashback of some sort just went through her. Of course, ghosts who were unable to ever let go of their unfinished business, of their regrets, of their resentments and their obsessions would have good memory.
Jazz then moved swiftly, suddenly leaping into movement, figuratively and literally, pulling her hand out at lightning speed and then using all her almost forgotten PE class knowledge to explode into a singular motion that saw her leaping from a crouching position onto Spectra's body, knocking her down to the ground, and slamming her back into the hardwood flooring of her dorm room, rattling her severely.
It wouldn't hurt and certainly couldn't harm her, she was already a ghost after all, but it disoriented and stunned her long enough for Jazz to bring up the item in her right hand, putting it to the villainous spirit's face, and making her go cross-eyed as she looked at it for the first time.
"What- what's-"
Her eyes went wide and she recognized it clearly.
After all, it was a very, extremely, unbelievably realistic looking pink phallus, though significantly girthier and thicker than any regular one, and also double ended. "This," Jazz said, pressing it against Spectra's face, "is the Fenton Ghost-Hunting Strap-On Dildo," she spoke.
"You wouldn't..!" Spectra said.
"Oh I would," Jazz said, reaching down with the dildo and first pushing it against and through her panties, as it utilized the latest in ghost hunting technology to merge with them, seemingly going through them. Being quite literally otherworldly technology that didn't really follow the laws of physics as anybody knew them, it managed to seamlessly merge with her panties, and then go straight into her vagina, successfully integrating into her.
Spectra's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she saw that, then she looked Jazz in the eye, blue and green almost reflecting off of each other. "Ergh-" she said, "are you sure you don't wanna talk this over?" she asked.
Jazz smirked down at her. "You come into my room, you peek on me in my underwear, you make fun of me for my problems with men, and now you want me to not put you in your place!?" she accused. "Tell me the truth," she said, grinning down at Spectra, "the moment I pulled this thing out, you've been dying to get it inside you, haven't you?"
Spectra looked up at her. "Please be gentle?" she asked, shrinking down as Jazz seemed to become a titanic form looming over her.
"Okay," Jazz said.
Then she used her knees to spread Spectra's legs and one hand to move her surprisingly cute white panties with a pink bow on the front aside before shoving the extremely thick and heavy plastic-looking cock past Spectra's squishy pussy lips.
Now, the ultimate in ghost hunting sex toy technology was applied in order to make the Strap-On more effective at its job, and the method it utilized required harmonizing the dead and living in order to bring the ghost to a state in which it could more easily be captured into a thermos.
Which meant it had to make sure that the ghost would enjoy the process it was subjected to, sparking with energy that soaked into Spectra's vaginal walls as Jazz pushed the pink fake cock all the way into her, causing the redhead ghost's pussy to immediately become not just moist, but soaking wet.
"Ahg, fuck, that's- shiiiit, that's the best I've ever had!!" Spectra roared as Jazz went deep into her. "Keep going, yes, deeper, fuck me deeper!!"
Jazz moaned herself. The harmony could only come if they both shared sensations, and that was what the other end of the dildo, the one that went inside her, was for, connecting living and dead thorugh their pussies and bringing them to harmony by forcing them to share sensation.
Now, never let it go unsaid that the Fenton tech goes above, beyond and then some, because not only did the ghosthunting dildo share sensations between them, but also didn't have a filter of any sort for echoed and cascading sensations. Which meant that it had the pretty important side effect of creating a feedback loop where the shared feelings would cascade, generating a back and forth bouncing effect that only strengthened and increased the pleasure the two were feeling.
Not knowing this, Jazz took the besuited Ghost's hands with her own, fingers intertwinning, and came down to share a deep tongue kiss with Spectra, caring little about any past they might share together at a time when all she could think about was the ever growing snowball of pleasure bouncing back and forth between them.
Even as their searing hot kiss continued, their hips began to move into each other.
Neither really knew where they ended and the other began, Spectra was a fluid, not-quite-all-there existence to begin with, even moreso than a regular ghost due to her specific particularities, and their tongue dance was only matched by their perfectly in-synch thrusting, as both fucked each other simultaneously with wild abandon.
Months of frustration and an unsatisfied libido that had only been partially sated by her fingers and the very same toy she was now fucking the ghost of her past with led Jazz into a frenetic and frenzied pace, fucking the manhating ghost furiously with no regard whatsoever for the fact that she was quite literally fucking the ghost into the floor. She didn't seem to care, being in just as much of a furious ecstatic trance as Jazz herself.
The first orgasm came and hit them together like a freight train, but rather than stop them, it only seemed to embolden them, Jazz wasn't usually a multi-orgasmer, but that night in particular she had been hoping to get rid of several weeks of accumulated sexual tension, and Spectra, well, whatever brains she might have had were long since gone because Jazz had fucked them straight out of her ethereal skull the moment the dildo first went in.
With their minds lost and their sanity gone further away than even the most unhinged of ectoplasms, the two continued to fuck, even as Jazz tired of thrusting into Spectra from above and laid on her back, on her bed. Spectra had the looks of a mature woman, with her tits now spilling out of her suit jacket, her disheveled appearance making her a hundred times sexier as she climbed astride Jazz's hips and guided the dildo back into her gushing ghost cunt.
Jazz sighed in contentment, now a lot more calm after she got it off her chest, and her pussy, looking up at the ghost who began to bounce on her at a sedate, more controlled pace, the pleasure building slowly now. "I... this isn't how I was expecting this to go," she admitted. "I thought you'd try to run you know."
"You kidding?" Spectra moaned out, leaning forward and placing her hands on the hem of Jazz's shirt, pulling it off of her, then leaning down to kiss her, while playing with her bra covered chest. "I haven't had it this good since your mother used me as her test subject for this thing, you really are her daughter..."
Jazz's eyebrows raised, and she opened her mouth then closed it, trying to say something but failing. "For real?" she asked.
"See..? This is why we don't need men," she said, smiling down at Jazz, "we can have fun all by ourselves..." she said.
"Can you not?" Jazz said. "Yeah some guys are dicks," she said, "but this isn't about those dicks."
"Fair enough," Spectra said, "this is about this dick," she said, squeezing her pussy around the ghost hunting strap on, "and what you can do to me with it."
Jazz thought for a few moments that the embarrassing gift her mother had managed to sneak into her college bag might just be the best thing her parents could've done for her...
"I should invite Desiree and Kitty too."
It was at that moment that Jazz realized she might be in a little over her head, but well... she was way too deep in ghost pussy to care...
She wasn't about to leave with unfinished business, after all!
