A Ghostly Ménage

Chapter Four

Jenna found herself in the woods, running frantically-naked. She stopped her mad dash and gaped down at her nude body. “What the hell is going on?”

A crackling of leaves made her whip her head around. She squinted into the dark, gloomy forest, but couldn’t see a thing. Turning back, she let out a scream at the sight of a pair of green eyes glowing at about waist height. They floated in the darkness as if disembodied and stared at her steadily.

Jenna took a step back, the coarse ground abrading the sole of her bare foot. Warm air puffed against her back and she whirled. A terrified moan stuck in her throat when she saw how close a second pair of green eyes stood from her. And she could see the body they belonged to. A giant wolf.

Fuck! Knowing it was stupid, but unable to stop herself, she ran. A loud baying arose behind her, along with the crashing of underbrush as the predators chased her. Jenna’s breath caught in her throat, and she wheezed as she pumped her legs. Branches slapped at her body.

At last, she emerged from the forest into a moonlit glen. Waving fronds of tall grass provided no concealment. The noise of pursuit grew closer. She turned and took two strides when something hit her from behind and took her down to the grass. She screamed.

She struggled, expecting sharp teeth to tear into her. Her dazed mind suddenly realized it wasn’t fur and claws that held her down, but flesh and hands. Powerful hands that gripped her wrists and pulled them above her head, stretching her body beneath a very masculine one-make that a very aroused one.

Jenna quieted and opened her eyes. Night still reigned, but out here in the clearing, the moon illuminated the face of the man who’d tackled her. Familiar green eyes stared back at her.

“You’re one of the brothers,” she whispered. The impossibility of meeting him made her relax. She had to be dreaming, albeit quite realistically.

Straight white teeth with pronounced canines flashed in a wide smile. “Well, hello there. Nice to finally meet you. My name is Derrick.”

He followed up his introduction with a thrust of his hips, and heat coiled through Jenna at the feel of his cock nudging at her clamped thighs. Her nipples tightened as he moved over her, the hair of his chest tickling them. She blushed-unseen she hoped-in the dark.

Suddenly, the weight on her body that had her thinking naughty things disappeared, and she heard cursing and thumping. She jumped up to see Derrick and another naked man rolling on the ground hitting each other.

“Stop it,” she cried. But the pair kept tumbling in the grass. Forking two fingers in her mouth, she whistled. The strident sound stopped the combatants and, untangling themselves, they stood to face her.

Holy fuck. Apparently the story of the Wolfgang brothers had made an impression on her for standing in the flesh-albeit dream flesh-were Derrick and Mark. Looming hunks of maleness with chiseled abs, tapered waists, muscled thighs and arms, and to her embarrassingly horny imagination, two very well hung cocks.

They stared back at her, the one whom she thought was Derrick with a cocky smile full of promise, and the other with a longing in his eyes that made her wet even though he hadn’t touched her.

Derrick sniffed the air. “I smell something good, Mark.”

Jenna blushed. Surely they couldn’t smell her arousal. Apparently, her dream had other ideas because their cocks lengthened and thickened in ways that made her cunt tremble in lust.

“Listen. I know this is a dream and all, but do you mind not looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” asked Derrick walking towards her with masculine grace that made her want to jump on him and devour him. He’s like a walking sex ad.

“Like you’re going to e-eat me,” she stammered taking a step back. Dream or not, this was pretty heavy stuff, even for her.

“But I do. I want to taste every inch of you,” said Derrick with glowing eyes.

Mark grabbed his brother and stopped him from moving forward. “I apologize for my brother’s lack of manners and for disrupting your dream. We didn’t mean to frighten you. It’s our first attempt at dream walking and apparently we have much to learn.”

Jenna frowned, squashing her disappointment. “Dream walking? I don’t understand.”

“It’s complicated-”

Derrick interrupted his brother. “We need your help.”

Jenna smiled. She sure hoped she remembered this dream. It would make an interesting scene in her next book. “Help you how?”

“Get our bodies back.”

“But you’re dead.” And digging up some corpses did not sound like fun. She truly had a sick mind, even in sleep apparently.

“Not exactly. We were placed in limbo by a witch,” said the serious-looking Mark.

“This is getting better and better,” giggled Jenna. “Let me guess. We need to have wild monkey sex, and poof, you’ll be living men again. Damn this is going to make a great book.”

Quicker than she could follow, Derrick grabbed her. He pressed her against his hard cock. She forgot to breathe.

“This isn’t a joke, Jenna. We’ve been trying to get your attention since you moved in. You need to find the spell that did this to us and reverse it.”

Jenna sobered. “Let’s say I even believe you. Where would I find this spell?”

Derrick kept her pinned against him and spoke over her shoulder. “I don’t know if I like this plan, Mark. She’s just a tiny thing. She could get hurt.”

Before she had a chance to retort-no one had ever called her tiny, not with her childbearing hips-an equally nude and aroused male body pressed up against her back. It was enough to make a girl swoon and Jenna almost did, her knees buckling at the sweet heat that flashed through her. Two sets of hands and bodies held her up. She closed her eyes, wallowing in the decadence of the attentions of two men. Her arousal soaked her pussy.

“Fuck. I can’t-” Derrick claimed her lips in a scorching kiss. His mouth caressed hers while his brother licked her neck in exploration. She moaned into Derrick’s mouth.

Jenna fell into a swirling well of pleasure. The sensations of their lips and tongues made her mindless. When the twins tried to pull away with matching strangled groans, she clutched Derrick’s face and wiggled her bottom back against Mark.

They couldn’t resist. They dove back in for more, their embraces frantic with need. She found herself on the ground, their hot mouths latched to each of her breasts.

She panted, writhing as their wicked tongues swirled around her nipples. Who cares if this is a dream? This feels so fucking good. She clasped both their heads and gyrated her hips in need. Dream or not, she wanted them to touch her. Fuck her.

Though it was only a fantasy, she wondered what making love to two men at once would feel like.

“No,” gasped one of her dream lovers. “Derrick, stop. We have to tell her more before it’s too late.”

Too late for what? She was consumed with aching, unfulfilled need as they rolled away from her and helped her stand on shaky feet.

Jenna blinked at them dazedly, not understanding why her subconscious made them stop. It’s my dream. Why the fuck aren’t they making love to me? I can tell they want to. Their erections stood proudly from their groins and she reached out to touch one, only to have it move back out of reach. A distressed sound came out of her lips. She was so damned horny. Why wouldn’t they let her play?

“Jenna, sweetheart. Please, you have to listen. I promise when we get our bodies back we’ll make love to you until you can’t walk, but right now you have to listen.”

Jenna crossed her arms over her chest. “And if I don’t want to listen? This is my dream. Maybe I’ll just wake myself up and finish what you started.”

That got their attention. Their jaws literally dropped.

“She is so fucking made for us,” said Derrick in a thick voice.

“Yes, she is,” agreed Mark. “Now listen, Jenna. You’re going to have to look up witch spells and find one that can put somebody in limbo.”

“And just where am I supposed to find a spell? I don’t exactly have a little black book of spells, you know.”

“Google it, “said Mark dryly. “Then find out how to reverse it.”

Jenna rolled her eyes. “Okay. Whatever.”

Mark was the one to grab her this time. “I’m serious, sweetheart. This isn’t a dream. Well it is, but my brother and I are quite real. Kind of. Damn it, just do it.”

“Great, my dream is being haunted by horny brothers.”

“We’re not real ghosts. Could a real ghost do this?” Derrick leaned in and nipped her neck hard.

The pain woke Jenna and unlike her previous dreams, this one remained quite vivid-from the conversation with the Wolfgang brothers right down to the feel of their erect cocks pressing against her.

“Make me horny, will you,” she muttered throwing off the comforter. She shimmied out of her pajama bottoms and underwear and spread her legs wide.

“I hope you’re watching,” she said. Then she touched herself.

Derrick dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and watched Jenna masturbate. He wasn’t the only dumbfounded one. Mark couldn’t resist the show either and knelt beside him.

He wasn’t sure when he began to stroke his cock in time to her rubs over her clit. He was hypnotized at the way she pleasured herself, her nimble fingers touching her slick flesh, her moisture just begging for a hot tongue. Derrick pumped his shaft and moved to sit between her legs.

“What are you doing?” asked Mark hoarsely.

“Getting off. You should do the same.” He continued to work his cock right over the quickening movements of her hand. Her face was beautiful, her eyes shut and her mouth open, panting.

“Come for me baby,” he crooned, not caring if she could hear him. He knew she was close; he could see it in her face and in the tenseness of her body. For the first time, a hand job wasn’t enough. He wanted to pretend for one moment that he was buried inside her.

When she thrust her pelvis up on the brink of her orgasm, he pumped his ghostly cock forward and penetrated her with his spiritual flesh.

With a gasp, she opened her eyes, and for a moment, Derrick could have sworn she saw him. Then she came with a keening cry, and insubstantial as he was, the pressure of her release around his ghostly cock was enough to make him come too.

Oh, fuck. If she can affect me like this even in limbo, it’s going to be insane when I finally get to touch her in person.