Continued from Part II
It was Halloween and a Wednesday, so the big party wasn’t until Friday, but that didn’t mean the girls couldn’t still have some holiday fun.
They lounged on the couches in the basement and watched spooky movies and munched on candy corn and giggled whenever something startled them, which was often.
In between movies, Chelsea went and grabbed a box from the closet. “I’ve got a surprise for everyone…”
The girls leaned in.
“Since Amber seems to believe this house is haunted—”
“You said it first!” Amber insisted.
Chelsea ignored her. “I thought it would be fun to break out the old ouija board and get a real answer once and for all.” Chelsea opened the box and placed the board on the ground between them.
The girls leaned in closer.
Chelsea said, “Jess, Amber, help me out here.” The two girls giggled nervously, but obliged. They each put their fingers on the planchette and waited.
“What should we ask first?” Chelsea said.
Eddie felt an inexplicable draw to the board and reasoned that it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun. Before any of the girls could answer, she looped an invisible finger through the hole in the planchette and pulled it over the printed word ‘hello’.
All eyes widened and the girls looked at each other, then giggled.
Amber said, “Hello! Ummm… My name is Amber. What’s yours.”
Eddie spelled out, E, D, D, I, E.
“Eddie? A boy?”
Eddie quickly pulled the planchette to ‘no’. Then E, D, I, T, H.
Chelsea raised an eyebrow. “A grandma ghost?”
Chelsea, Amber, and Jess each smirked and looked at each other knowingly, sure that one of the other two girls was steering the planchette.
Eddie pulled the planchette to ‘no’ again.
“Have you been dead a long time?” Chelsea asked.
“How old are you?”
1, 5, 0.
“What about when you died?”
Chelsea grinned. “Well I daresay that makes her an honorary member of the sorority, wouldn’t you?”
Borrowing from her peeks at the girls’ phones, Eddie spelled T, Y.
“So,” Amber said, “Oh friendly sorority spirit. What do you want, haunting this house?”
Eddie had already answered before she thought she maybe should be more subtle. C, U, M.
The girls burst into giggles.
“Chelsea!” Amber said.
“What?! We all know it’s you!”
The argument devolved into tickling and shoving and the board lay forgotten in the middle of them.
Finally, they settled back in, Amber wiping tears of laugher from her eyes. “Oh man, a horny sorority ghost, that’s something.”
Eddie, forgetting a moment how the board was supposed to work, moved the planchette to ‘yes’ even though none of them were touching it.
All eyes were wide. Nobody giggled, that time.
Chelsea blinked. “Did anyone else just see that?”
All the others nodded.
“Jess? Amber? Swear on your life, were you steering that earlier?”
They both swore. Chelsea did too.
One of the other girls said, “Do you really think…”
“I saw a ghost, once,” said another.
“My aunt swears they’re real,” said another.
“W-what do we do?”
“Well,” Chelsea said, either now comfortable with the idea or mustering her courage for the benefit of the other girls, “If it’s cum she wants, then I daresay Friday’s party will satisfy.”
Eddie couldn’t quite remember what parties had been like during her first life, but she was sure that this was very, very different.
Loud music came out of a metal and plastic box. Alcohol was distributed in flimsy red cups and the dancing was not organized at all. The costumes were all sorts of things, most of which Eddie did not recognize. The ones that she could identify were a pharaoh queen, a dog, and a mouse.
The rest represented decades of celebrities and entertainment characters, a world that Eddie was just beginning to discover with her stolen peeks at the girls’ phones and laptops and movie nights.
The sexual energy of the party was incredible. The air was alive with energy and sweat and desire, and as alcohol flowed, libidos rose.
Eddie followed her instincts to the current hot spot of arousal, which was Amber and a jock chatting at the base of the stairs. Eddie deduced that this must be Amber’s boyfriend.
“The house is haunted,” Amber said, straining to speak over the music.
“Yeah. We had a seance on Halloween. She’s a sorority ghost. Wants cum, apparently.”
The jock’s arousal flared higher. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah so… I thought we might… go upstairs for a bit. Keep the ghost happy.”
The jock grinned. “That’s the weirdest proposition I’ve ever heard, but don’t have to ask me twice.”
Amber grabbed his hand and pulled him up to her room. Eddie eagerly followed. Eddie did not know how she knew it, other than that a new instinct in her had been awakened, but what Amber was doing made this an offering, and offerings were so much more potent than scavengings.
The jock was fully hard by the time Amber shut her door behind them and Eddie floated invisibly through.
Amber pushed him onto the bed and he wiggled out of his pants and she kneeled between his legs and greedily took his member into her mouth.
Eddie superimposed herself over Amber, occupying the same space.
Amber she moaned into the jock’s shaft, probably attributing the rush of tingling heat to the alcohol or arousal as opposed to Eddie’s otherworldly influence.
The electric sensation of Eddie’s lips around his shaft built the jock’s arousal very quickly.
“F-fuck! You’re so good at this… I swear I usually last way longer… fuck, I’m coming!”
Amber moaned happily with his tip on the back of her tongue. Eddie, unrestricted by physics, pulled her lips to his base.
His eyes rolled back as he shook through his climax. Eddie let a little bit of it through for Amber so that she wouldn’t get too suspicious, but she greedily swallowed the rest of it herself.
The jock started to recover and picked his head up again, and he looked through Eddie for a moment.
Eddie quickly ducked into the bed.
“Fuck…” he said. “You made me come so hard I’m seeing double…”
Eddie cursed to herself. She was already having trouble staying invisible! It wasn’t her fault, there was just so much energy! And she could feel more of it, in the house below. Welling. Growing. Begging for her to take it.
Amber clambered up and sat on the jock’s face and Eddie was momentarily distracted by making sure that Amber squirted harder than she ever had before.
After that, Eddie found it difficult to shift through the ceiling and into the attic. As she passed through the floor, dust stirred around her.
Curious, she focused for a moment and her hand became more visible. Then, reached out for a piece of paper that the mold guy had left behind. She was able to easily lift it.
A plan came together in her mind.
Eddie stood in the middle of the party, a sheet draped over her and brushing the floor. It was late enough in the night that the least inebriated partygoers were sloppy drunk, and so Eddie wasn’t facing much direct scrutiny anyway.
She floated over and found a boy who was looking especially drunk. She tried to say something like Amber had, but he wasn’t really following. Finally, she decided to just be direct. “I want to give you a blow job in the bathroom.”
That got his attention and he jumped up, eagerly following her.
She closed and locked the door behind them, marveling that she could. “I have one rule,” she said. “Lights off.” She flicked the switch, and the little bathroom went dark.
He would be blind, but she could easily see him shrug his shoulders. “Works for me.”
Eddie shrugged off the sheet as he unzipped his pants, his erection ready and waiting.
Without further ado, Eddie enveloped him in her mouth.
“Oh fuck… what are you… that feels… wow…”
Eddie could tell that she was manifesting more physically than she ever had since she’d died. While she would not quite feel like a living mouth and throat, she would certainly feel like more than just a hot tingle.
However she felt to him, it seemed to be working. Within a couple of minutes, his breath was fast and shallow. “Fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna!”
He absolutely emptied himself down Eddie’s throat, and she greedily drank him down.
The rush of intoxicating power left Eddie feeling not sated, but even more ravenous than before. She quickly whisked the sheet back over herself and stepped out of the bathroom, leaving the boy struggling to zip his pants.
She invited a girl to the closet and then a boy upstairs, becoming more and more solid with every infusion of energy. And the stronger she became, the more she pulled out of each subsequent donor. It seemed to be pleasant for them, just leaving them sated and ready to sleep for the night.
After a second boy in the bathroom, Eddie was quivering with so much arousal that she tried to float back up to the attic, but found that in her current state, she could no longer pass through walls.
Then, she noticed Chelsea drunkenly attempting to assemble jello shots, and she got an idea. When Chelsea was looking the other way she grabbed a tray of shot glasses and ducked out through the back door of the house — actually opening the door, imagine that! — and into the autumn chill.
Eddie finally let the arousal explode out of her in wave after wave of pleasure, and when she was done, the shot glasses were full of viscous ectoplasm. The tray was fairly well covered, too, but Eddie guessed nobody would particularly notice.
She stepped back into the house, marveling again at the fact that she had to actually open and shut the door, and set the tray on the counter.
Chelsea had gotten distracted before even managing to open the jello packets, and she was drunk enough that she didn’t think anything of it when the guests cheered that the shots were ready and tucked in.
Eddie had been optimistic, but even she had not been prepared for just how quickly the party devolved into an outright orgy.
And it was incredible. Everywhere she turned there was a climax to devour, cum to guzzle. The men, normally so easily spent, kept it up and each came three, four, five times. The girls, not subject to such limitations, came many more times than that.
They muttered about ‘who spiked the punch’ and ‘good drugs’ and ‘must be dreaming’ and they came and came and came and seemed to have a grand old time.
Eddie could not help herself and she quivered under the sheet, oozing ectoplasm all over the place, hoping it would blend into the already sticky mess of spilled beer and liquor.
But despite the mess, not a single drop of cum made it to the floor. Eddie was certain of that.
It did not take long for the news of the incredibly sexy party to spread. Amber and Chelsea were now certain that the house was haunted and eagerly planned a follow-up party.
But that was still a week off and Eddie was hungry.
She had gained a new power from all that new energy. Now, she could sense dreams.
It was late morning and Eddie drifted over to where Jess lay, sleeping in and dreaming of missing class. No, that wouldn’t do at all. Eddie settled next to Jess and as the dream became more clear to Eddie, she nudged it just a little in a sexier direction.
Okay, maybe she shoved it aggressively in a much sexier direction.
Jess was now in class, sitting towards the back, and the boy that she liked from her chemistry class had his head buried between her legs under the desk. “Fuck, Jess! You taste so good!”
Jess hushed him but then she whimpered with pleasure. His tongue felt so good in her. It felt so good that she was going to come in class! In front of everyone! She didn’t care! God, she was going to come so hard!
And Jess did, both in her dream and in reality. Eddie drank it in, the flavor sweet and urgent.
Downstairs, Amber got a text from her boyfriend that piqued her arousal. Eddie drifted down and magnified that until Amber couldn’t help but rub one out in the bathroom before she left, even though she was already late for class.
That night, Eddie made the rounds and was quite delighted that Amber’s boyfriend had decided to spend the night. The next morning, Amber would find that for once, he wasn’t much interested in morning sex. It may have had something to do with the fact that Eddie had drained him six times over the night.
It wasn’t her fault that she’d taken so much — he kept having sexy dreams! She couldn’t help but join.
And so it went, the pleasure of the residents keeping the edge off of Eddie’s hunger as they waited for the next party. Even so, as the first partygoers stepped through the door, Eddie was ravenous.
This party went much like the first, except there were twice as many people. Eddie was in better control of her power, now, able to stay invisible and move around as she pleased.
And oh, how she pleased.
At first, she sampled from the lovers that scurried up the stairs or ducked into the bathroom. Then, she tempted whoever she could to a private area and then overwhelmed them with arousal until they couldn’t help but masturbate.
She discovered something new when she went to tempt a boy who was fantasizing in the corner and he came right there and then, Eddie just barely managing to capture his cum before it went into his jeans instead of her mouth.
She could devour their energy even when they had their clothes on. She drifted around the party, making two boys climax as they kissed each other, pulling a girl through orgasm as she danced, descending upon the couch-locked stoners and sending them quivering with pleasure.
The more she consumed the more she radiated pure sexual energy into the air around her, the more aroused the partygoers were, the more there was for her to take.
Eddie became certain, as she drained the entire party dry, that she had well and truly become a succubus.
And thus began what Eddie called her third life.
The girls of the sorority usually insisted that their boyfriends stay over with them instead of the other way around, because the sex was always better in the house. They didn’t even mind that they could usually hear each other. In fact, they found it turned them on. Eddie made sure of it.
And there were no nightmares — Eddie saw to that. The girls slept better and woke up feeling more refreshed than they ever had before. They even passed the whole winter season without anybody catching a cold.
The sorority threw a party every weekend. Eddie glutted herself on the passions of youth. She fancied herself guardian angel and eternal honorary member of the sorority. It was nice to be part of something, again.
Years passed and as each set of seniors graduated, they passed on the secret to the next:
The house was haunted by a friendly ghost named ‘Eddie’, short for Edith.
You might hear her moaning in the attic, but don’t worry, she’s just masturbating.
If you find something sticky and viscous, try a little taste. You’ll have a good time.
Eddie wants one thing and one thing only — cum.
Girl cum, boy cum, nonbinary cum, any kind will do. So give the good ol’ girl what she wants, alright?
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