Sex with a Ghost 1&2

I arrived at the big black gate of the compound and knocked. After the third knock, I heard Khalid the gateman. His slippers slapping against the floor as he hurried to open the gate.

"Sorry Sir, I didn't know it was you!" he pleaded, slightly taking a bow after every word.

"Are you all ready sleeping at this time of the day?"

"No oh, I ignored the gate on purpose. I thought it was those Jehovah Witnesses. They won't allow me rest, like am the only person in this Lagos that needs saving" he said. Khalid is a man of slim feature and a loosed tongue with lips thick and dark like that of a marijuana smoker.

"Is there anyone at home?" I asked after a chuckle.

"No Sir, no one is at home".

"Alright" I went past him into the compound and then proceed into the big house to find it strangely unkempt. On the glass table at the centre of the parlour was an empty bottle of wine with two glasses. The chair clothes and sofa pillows scattered all over the floor.

What happened here? I inquired. Maybe, Aunt Uka, her husband, and their daughter had a little family time before they headed for work. Ignoring the untidiness, I fell into my favourite couch, the same one I had sex with Philomena on for the first time. The sweet memory of that day came hitting hard; a fulfilled smile appeared on my face and blood ran down to my dick. I prayed in the bus to meet her at home, so I could have a feel of her warm breast against my chest and grab that ass as hard as possible.

I was almost dozing off when I heard a sharp sound from upstairs. "I thought Khalid said there was no one at home, who are moving things up there?" I questioned myself and stood up to have a look.

As I went up to the stairs, I saw a black skirt on the floor. This brought me delight and also made me curious. Delight that this could be a romantic gesture but curious as to who owns the skirt because I haven't seen it on Philomena before.

About three steps after the skirt lay a flowered shirt. This girl must have planned a surprise for me just like it is done in the movies. Her romantic gesture ramped up my curiosity and fueled the passion to possess her.

Three more steps up was her red bra. The same bra she wore the night before I left for the village. I gave her a compliment on the beautiful colour of the bra and how it held her breast up and high. That must be the reason why this particular bra was among the surprise.

At the end of the stairs was the biggest surprise of all, her white panties. I picked it up, brought it close to my nostrils and inhale the scent of her wetness. My dick quickly became harder than a rod, ready to tear through anything. I pictured her on the bed naked, legs wide apart, one finger gently rubbing her clit and with the other, she beckoned on me to come. Her pupils dilated in a sexually arousing manner.

Through fantasying, I looked ahead and saw my uncle's favourite pair of shoes on the door pose of their bedroom. My dick swiftly died a premature death. What is my uncle doing at home at this time of the day? Why is his car not parked outside? No, maybe, he wore another one and left this one at home. But why would Philomena choose the master bedroom to lay naked and wait for me? The boldness and courage of that girl is out of this world and that is why I love her.

My string of thought was cut short when I heard the sexual moan of Philomena coming out from the master bedroom. Was she fingering herself? I wondered as I tiptoed closer to the door. The moan intensified and soon I could no longer tell whether it was that of pleasure or pain. What is she doing in there? Could she be hurting herself? Why is she shouting like someone in pain? Why is there a banging sound? At the door, I peeped through the tiny space between the door and its frame to meet the greatest shock of my life.

On the king-sized bed, Philomena was blindfolded with a red piece of cloth. She was on a doggy position with both hands tied firmly in front of her with red ropes to the wooden head of the bed. Uncle Philip mounted her from behind like a dog. With both hands, he pressed her down firmly against the bed in a rough manner. Both of them soaked in sweat.

A peppering pain seared through my heart and soul. My guts twisted. Panting, I watched as he pounded her hard like someone trying to drive a nail through a concrete wall. Was he pounding her in the pussy or ass, I wasn't sure from my point of view.

"Louder!" he commanded.

"Please! Daddy, please! Oh god, don't stop!" she moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

My lips curled in disgust as rage burned through my veins. My heart beating like a drum, nerves strung tight as high wires. Philomena belongs to me and no one else. This bastard has the guts to tie her up and **** her from behind. He is married to my aunt and that is not enough for him, he had to mess with my sweet Philo. A bad taste filled my tongue as a wave of simmering anger began to erupt on the inside of me.

"Don't do anything stupid. Attacking this man only ends with you back in the village" the voice of light warmed.