The Haunted Vagina

by Carlton Mellick III

“Listen,” she said, pulling my head into her lap and pressing my ear against her vagina. It was like listening to the ocean in a hairy flesh seashell.

I swear I could feel strange things inside of her that night. Ghostly breaths against the tip of my dick.

fluid. Then another burst of white fluid. Then another. She is! Stacy’s . . . having sex! I can’t keep my mouth closed. Like an avalanche, the valley fills with some guy’s cum. Some guy Stacy’s cheating on me with. It’s only been a few weeks! And I’m still inside her! What is she doing!

Like how she sometimes liked to choke me or choke herself while fucking. She had some kind of neck fetish. I especially hated when she would lie on top of me and fuck my throat. She liked the feeling of my Adam’s apple against her clit, and liked to choke me with her thighs. She also made me hum while she was grinding my neck so that my voice box would work like a vibrator.