Fringe Benefits

Kneeling in front of her on the bed, Michael began to play homage to
Nicole's beautiful breasts with his hands, lips, teeth and tongue. She
leaned forward, her thighs pressed against the edge of the mattress and
her toes just touching the cold attic floor. As he touched her she
arched her back and closed her eyes, a low moan escaping her lips. Her
hands found his short hair and she ran her fingers through it, slowly
tugging with the rhythm of his mouth against her.

Michael's hands slid down from her breasts and explored the rest of her
naked body, running over every inch of her smooth skin - round hips,
ample bottom, smooth thighs. She felt herself growing moist at his
touch, even though he had not yet touched the heat between her
legs.

Below them, a door slammed and Nicole jumped. "Damn it, they're home,"
she sighed, standing back up straight.

"Just ignore them," Michael replied, his voice muffled between her
creamy white breasts.

"I?can't?" she started to protest, but her words turned to moans as
Michael reached up and took her nipple in his mouth. With his hands on
her hips, he slowly guided her body down onto the bed beside him.

Nicole giggled and traced her hands over her husband's smooth chest as
he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.

"Shouldn't we at least wait until they're asleep?" she whispered as he
started to slowly unbuckle his belt.

"Come on Nicole, live a little!" he said, and the two of them fell in a
heap on the bed, laughing hysterically.

"Okay, I suppose it wouldn't hurt anything," Nicole said. She gave him
a sly look as she reached down to take his cock in her hand. With a few
gentle strokes of her experienced hands his hardness grew easily
between her fingers.

Michael cooed with pleasure.

"It's kind of naughty," Nicole said, turning around on the bed so that
she was on her hands and knees, her round ass in the air and her lips
inches from his hard cock. "I sort of feel like a teenager, with mom
and dad downstairs, about to catch us at any minute."

"But it's our house," Michael said, as Nicole traced her tongue over
the head of his cock.

"I know, but?" Nicole stopped mid-sentence. "Did I just hear footsteps
on the stairs?"

"Shhh?" Michael said, taking her hair in his hands and pulling her
mouth toward his waiting cock.

The attic door creaked open slowly and Nicole and Michael jumped from
the bed. They hid behind a mirror in the corner as a young woman came
into view in the dusty half-light of the old attic.

Michael gasped as the girl sat down on the bed and let out a deep sigh.
Slowly she stripped out of her clothes and dropped them in a pile at
the foot of the bed. Then she wriggled backwards across the bed spread,
lying down with her knees bent and her legs spread open to reveal a
beautiful pussy, nearly hairless except a small light-colored patch at
her pubic bone.

They watched from behind the mirror as her hands explored her body,
roaming over her soft skin until they found their way between her legs.
With one hand she rubbed her clit while the other slid inside her hole
easily.

"You should go and help her," Nicole whispered into Michael's ear,
gesturing suggestively at the girl on the bed as she ran her fingers up
and down her increasingly wet slit.

"But?" Dave was at a loss for words as he watched the girl, stroking
and probing right in the very spot he and his wife had just
vacated.
"It's been a long time since we shared a girl," Nicole whispered.

Michael gave Nicole a dirty grin and crossed the room slowly. He stood
above the girl, admiring her firm round tits, the softness of her
tummy, the little patch of hair above the spot she was working with her
fingers. With one reached down and pinched her nipple between his
fingers and she squirmed, her hand moving faster against her
pussy.

He reached his other hand over and took her other nipple in his hand,
pinching them both first gently, then with more and more pressure. The
girl moaned and squeezed her eyes shut, her body quivering as orgasm
approached. Michaels's hands slid over her breasts, cupping them
gently, and the girl's eyes flew open. A look of terror crossed her
face as she looked right through Michael at the wall behind him.

"Oh my god!" she screamed, and scurried backwards across the bed, away
from Michael and right into Nicole's arms.

"What's the matter honey?" Nicole whispered into her hair.

The girl shrieked and started to pull away, just as Michael's mouth
found it's way to her exposed pussy. The shriek turned to a groan, and
she braced herself against Nicole. "Oh?my?god!" The girl moaned. "That
is so?oh?wow!"

Nicole smiled and reached around to cup the girl's breasts firmly,
stroking and tugging and her tender young nipples.

"Oh, yes?" the girl cried, her body beginning to tremble again. The
muscles in her legs twitched as she spread them open wider, allowing
Michael better access to her dripping hole.

Pushing her thick blonde hair out of the way, Nicole ran her tongue
from the girl's ear to her neck, then sucked and kissed her neck as she
rubbed her tits and pressed her against Michael's face.

"Mmmm, that's a girl, come on," Nicole whispered, and the girl went
over the edge, bucking and spasming as she came all over Michael's
mouth. He lapped at her juices while she trembled and whimpered, then
moved away from her, wiping her cum from his face.

Nicole slid out from underneath her, leaving the girl in a crumpled
pile on the bed as she went to sit next to Michael on the floor.

The girl gasped for air on the bed, her body shaking in a series of
delightful aftershocks. "Wow," she whispered.

Michael and Nicole watched quietly as she recovered, then turned to
them lazily.

"So, oh my god, you guys are like ghosts or something, aren't you," the
girl said, propping herself up on one arm and looking at Nicole and
Michael sitting on the edge of the bed in front of her.

Nicole nodded. "Yeah, we're ghosts or something."

"With a little less of the 'or something' and a little bit more of the
'ghosts,'" Michael said.

"So what, you like live up here?" the girl asked, motioning at the dark
attic.

Nicole shrugged. "Sort of. This was our house before we died, and we
like it here."

"I'm Lara," the girl said, offering a smile.

"Nicole and Michael," Michael said, having a hard time keeping his eyes
of Lara's firm young tits.

"That was incredible," Lara said.

Nicole grinned at Michael. "He's pretty amazing, isn't he."

Lara made a sound of agreement and met Michael's eyes with her own deep
brown ones. She spread her legs just a bit, offering a complete view of
the pinkness of her throbbing cunt. "Well, I've definitely never had
sex with a ghost before," she said. "I've definitely never had
two."

Michael groaned and reached out to trace the juices on her slick thighs
with his hand, licking his lips.

"Would you like to?" Nicole asked.

Lara nodded.

"Nicole, I wanna see you sit on her face," Michael said, not taking his
eyes off of the pussy spread open in front of him. "Cum all over her
face for me baby."

Nicole stood up and traced her fingers up Lara's body, starting at her
knees and working her way, slowly, up to her mouth. She ran her fingers
over Lara's pink lips, which parted at her touch. Looking over her
shoulder to her husband as she moved, Nicole slowly kneeled on the bed,
then straddled Lara's face, her pussy over her mouth. As Nicole gently
moved her hips back and forth, rocking her body up and down, Lara's
tongue darted out to taste her. She met each movement of Nicole's hips
with a movement of her own, licking and sucking. Her hands moved to
spread Nicole open wider, allowing her to reach her tongue into her
moist depths as Nicole's pace increased.

"Mmmmm, yes," Nicole moaned, holding on to the wall for support as her
head rocked back on her neck. "Right there."

Michael knelt at the end of the bed, watching as the young blonde
worked his wife's pussy with her eager mouth.

"You want me to fuck her while she eats your pussy, baby?" he asked,
and Nicole groaned with pleasure. "You want me to pound this tight
young pussy with my big cock?"

"God Michael, yes, fuck her," Nicole moaned, grinding herself against
Lara's face.

Michael placed his hands on Lara's knees and pushed her knees apart,
once again exposing that delicious cunt. As the air hit her wet slit,
she gasped against Nicole, sending tremors through his wife's curves.
He slid two fingers all the way inside of her - discovering, much to
his delight, that the girl was already soaking wet and ready for him.
Positioning himself on his knees, Michael pushed her knees into the air
and entered her easily, shoving his cock deep inside her in one firm
stroke.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned against Nicole's pussy.

Hands holding her knees, Michael thrust again and again, deeper with
each motion while she cried out, her ecstasy muffled by his wife's body
on her face.

"Mmmm, yes," Nicole moaned. With each of Michael's thrusts her body
jiggled deliciously as she rode Lara's face, her rapidly increasing
rhythm telling him that she was approaching orgasm.

Michael pushed Lara's legs back farther, her feet into the air,
allowing him to penetrate her deeper, and he slammed into her over and
over again, as fast as he could as she worked his wife into a dizzying
frenzy.

Nicole started to whimper, and he reached up to pull her hair back hard
as he fucked the little blonde. "Oh yeah, that's a girl," he cooed.
"Cum for me, baby."

As Nicole released her climax and cried out, Michael felt Lara's pussy
contract around him, and she joined in with an orgasm that wracked her
body with tremors. Michael pushed on, slamming into her over and over
as he felt his body tightening.

"Oh yeah," Nicole said, her pussy still buried in Lara's mouth. "Oh
yeah baby, give it to her."

A deep groan started from deep within Michael's body and made it's way
out his mouth as he shot his wad deep inside Lara's eager pussy, then
collapsed on the bed next to her. Nicole moved to lie beside him, and
he wrapped one arm around each of the girls, holding them tightly as he
caught his breath.

"I'm going to have to come home from college more often," Lara said
lazily.

A door slammed in the distance, and Nicole bolted up out of the
bed.

"Shit, my parents are home," Lara said, rolling off the side of the bed
and gathering up her clothes. "Oh my goodness," she said, looking down
at her thighs as she pulled her panties into place.

"What's that, dear?" Nicole asked.

"There's no?that's so cool," Lara murmured and laughed aloud, buttoning
her jeans. When she saw Nicole's puzzled look, she leaned toward her
and whispered. "I'm not covered in icky, gooey boy cum. And my face
isn't sticky, come to think of it."

"Oh!" Nicole laughed. Just one of the many fringe benefits of sex with
ghosts, eh?" Nicole winked at her and she disappeared down the stairs,
saying something over her shoulder about coming back later for an
encore. Then she was gone, and Nicole and Michael had their attic back
to themselves.