Ring Expansion

I am not a very smart man.

I'm not proud of it. But I'm also not delusional about it. I got average grades in school, I got lower than average grades on college, and I've been an employee, a drone, for most of my life. I've lived my life the best I could using the tools that I have, and I'm sorry to say, it's not a lot of tools.

Honestly I think I've done well enough accounting for that, especially since I didn't have wealthy parents who got me a job as the manager of a company, like that fucker Derek that makes my life a living hell.

But I digress.

My lack of intelligence has never really been that big of an issue, I mean, sure, I've once or twice been scammed, I'll never trust anyone who offers to double my gold ever again, but I've also been able to learn from my mistakes.

That day, however... that day was the day that I came as close as I ever will to facing serious consequences for me being an idiot.

So what happened?

Well, I'll start with the start, that's what the start is for after all.

It was a cold and stormy... afternoon. Summer storm actually. I was off of work, and really tired. That day, the office had been abuzz about a certain video, they said that there was a cursed video in a memory card that, when inserted into any device capable of playing an old video file format, would play a video that would supposedly kill you.

Naturally, I wound up with the memory card in hand, owing to the fact that I owned an older video player that could handle the format.

So I put it into the device, turned it on, and set it to play. It was not very entertaining, but weirdly enough, I was glued to the screen for about half an hour. it was a bunch of disparate images and nonsense audio, with the overarching theme of an image of a ring on fire, contracting and expanding in the middle of the screen.

Through the entire video.

Just... a ring. Expanding. And then contracting. Everything else around it, just sort of faded into the background, sprays of unidentifiable ichor, shaking movements, breaking glass and what seemed like vaguely humanoid figures fighting each other.

And then... the screen cracked.

But not really?

It was clearly too realistic to be part of the low resolution video, but the screen was intact, it was weird, the ring contracted nearly to a point, then it expanded nearly to the edges of the TV screen, and before it fully contracted again, a pale white hand with long nails came out of it and grabbed the edge of the ring, then another one, and then they expanded the ring massively.

A screeching scream caught my attention and a pale white face appeared in the middle of the ring. Wet, stringy and jet black hair covered most of the face but I could tell it was the face of a woman, with slightly sunken in cheeks and black bags under the eyes.

She screamed again and then lunged, putting her hands forward and clearly looking to catch herself on the ground.

Only to let out an almost comical yelp when she realized my TV wasn't on the ground. It was mounted high on the wall, and there was nothing underneath it for her to catch herself on.

She screamed and then slid out of the TV entirely, landing with a nasty, heavy thud on the carpeted floor of my apartment's living room.

"Oh shit are you okay?!"

In hindsight, perhaps I should've been more worried about the fact that a woman so pale she looked like a corpse with wet hair wearing only a white gown and who was more concerned with screaming at me than the fact that she had a really, really nasty fall just moments before.

You see...

I wasn't exactly the most intelligent man in the world.

And at that time, I didn't know the video supposedly killed you after you watched it. Because that's not what I was told. What my dumb ass was told at that time had been that a woman would burst out of the TV and immediately have sex with you.

I had somehow managed to convince myself that was true.

So of course when the woman did come out of the video, I wasn't thinking about a fearsome ghost who was going to murder me and destroy my body in violent and brutal fashion.

Instead I thought she was going to fuck me and destroy my body in very sexy and lewd fashion.

I turned her around and moved her long and stringy hair off of her face. I wouldn't describe her as pretty, but I could imagine that if she cleaned up a little, took a shower, had a few good nights' sleep and maybe a big meal, she'd be a right beauty. I could see everything that made a beautiful woman in her face, and more importantly, her eyes were a surprisingly haunting gray color.

"Oh man, you're a goth chick!"

I liked goth chicks.

More importantly...

"You're a big tiddy goth chick!"

I really, really liked big tiddy goth chicks. And while she didn't have the insanely ridiculous and huge giant tits of my dreams, she had a nice pair of double Ds, or at least I assumed that was what they were, sitting on her chest, straining the front of her gown.

They were at least large enough that when I took one of them in hand, they spilled over from my hand. She didn't wear a bra or anything, obviously she came ready for fucking, because she was a sex crazed nympho hot goth with big tits.

She moaned as I began to play with her breast. "Damn girl, you're not just big, these are hella soft, and what's that, I can feel your nipple on my palm, you trying to cut me or something?"

I looked at her face, hard to stop looking at her tits even now, but her blush is so strong it's actually going through the thick white makeup that makes her look like a drowned corpse.

She put a hand on my shoulder and the other grabbed at my wrist, she didn't push me away or pull me off, so I figured that she just wanted the stability.

One of my hands snaked around her waist and middle back, and supported her as my other hand, my right hand, slid along the smooth fabric of the gown, until I reached between her legs, cupping her crotch. As expected, she had no panties on either, and I could feel her pussy lips through the thin fabric.

As I did that, I dove for a kiss, sticking my tongue in her mouth. She tasted a little fishy, but I don't particularly mind sushi and she was hardly as bad as the shitty quality store bought sushi from the nearby chain store, so it was rather easy to adapt, and when I found her tongue I started to get into it.

We started making out, and I sucked her tongue into my mouth, sucking on it while licking it and also at the same time prompting her to start participating more. Seemingly without conscious thought she started returning the effort, her hands gripping my shirt and nearly digging into my back, her fingers like claws finding purchase there.

Our tongues met in the middle as we shared an open mouth kiss while I played with her pussy over her gown, but that wasn't enough for me, I grabbed her gown and hiked it up, revealing her sopping wet, hairy pussy. Much like the hair on her head, the hair all over her pussy was long, black and stringy.

"Well I'm not a fan of big bushes but, I can manage," I said, breaking the kiss as I began to play with her pussy while layering kisses on her weirdly wet and waxy skin, probably the makeup she's using, not terrible, a new and different sort of texture.

I found her slit, hidden underneath the dark forest, and then pushed my fingers in past the outer lips. Her back arched and she let out another high pitched screech, when my thumb found her clit, already exposed, while two of my fingers went deep into her pussy.

She cried out and mewled in ecstatic pleasure while I fucked her pussy with my fingers.

"Ah, shit, I didn't prepare condoms," I muttered.

As I said before, it bears repeating, I'm not very smart. I had 'known' that I would be having sex, but I completely forgot to buy condoms on the way home after work. While I wasn't particularly hurting for money at that point in my life, having kids would've been an unnecessary complication.

But, well, you only need one pregnancy scam to not have any confidence on a girl who tells you she's on the pill.

So I wasn't about to trust that, or even ask about it and potentially ruin the situation.

No, instead my horniness-adled mind thought of something better. "Hey, you don't mind if I do your ass right? I got no rubbers so," I said.

She blinked owlishly at me, her haunting stare full of confusion. I don't know if she nodded or shrugged or what exactly, but something about her gave me the impression of assent, something gave me the go ahead, and I immediately shifted focus from fingering her pussy to collecting her fluids and smearing them on her butthole.

Lucky me, while she didn't shave her pussy, it seemed like she did groom her backside, she was bare and I could easily find her puckered butthole.

First I worked on the outer rim, careful and insistent, collecting her overflowing pussy juice and kissing her, making out intensely really, while pushing my fingers against the tightly sealed rosebud, then while sticking my tongue in her mouth again, I pushed my fingers into her ass, and began working the natural lubricant into her anal passage.

Her skin was waxy and wet, and her butthole was almost rubbery, it was stretchy, very much so, and it seemed like it would have no issue. If you had asked me, I would've thought that girl did anal all the time. Which was great for me because finding girls who actually were ready for it without preparing for days or even weeks in advance wasn't easy.

Once I thought I had her sufficiently expanded, I helped her get on all fours.

Also made sure she was stable. The carpet was plush enough that we didn't need cushions, and it was also easy enough to clean that there would be no need to put towels under us.

Besides, she was wet all over and had already stained my carpet with the water, luckily the synthetic fibers washed easily.

I pulled the gown up and then helped her get it off, throwing the soaking wet garment away, and then while taking her hips with one hand, trying not to slip along the rubbery, waxy and slippery texture of her corpse-pale skin, I kneewalked between her legs.

Once in close enough distance, I took my cock near the base with my other hand and directed it at her tightly puckered, slightly glossy and very wet butthole. Sliding my hand to her cheek, I teased her fudge tunnel with a thumb and then grabbed her fat cheek with my hand and pulling it out of the way to get a clearer view of her butthole, she wasn't thick enough to really need to do that but...

I enjoyed it.

And clearly, as I put the tip of my dick against her butthole, so did she. She was weirdly cold, my cock ran hot and her body was like, room temperature at best, so it felt like putting my dick in pool water.

She let out a mewling cry as I pushed inside, then let go of my cock to grab her hips with both hands, pushing myself inside. Going in was almost disturbingly easy.

She was rubbery and stretchy and wet, but so tight, so very tight, that it was almost inhuman. A weird combination of stiffness and narrowness, almost like a virgin asshole, but at the same time, whatever lubricant she was using was even more effective than silicone based ones.

I planted my crotch and hips against her ass and she mewled adorably.

Then I began to pull back and she moaned, sounding mournful and like she was at a great loss.

Once I was about halfway out, I stopped, and pushed back in. It was difficult. She was growing warmer as I pushed in, and shaking more and more, as I pulled out. Her screeching voice came in pants and cries more and more, and I moved with more ease with each passing second, with every movement.

Every thrust was smoother than the last, every pull was easier than the one before, and the pleasure of her tight ass was mounting. She was growing around the shape and size of my dick.

I had to grit my teeth, narrowing my eyes and glaring down at her. "Fuck..! You've got the best ass I've ever fucked!"

She panted, her fingers grabbing bunches of my carpet's fibers, chest and face on said carpet, ass up, back arched as she pushed back into my cock.

I fucked her harder, I was losing my mind, I couldn't resist her unbelievably delicious body and didn't want to anyway. She was so strange, so new and different, and- I just couldn't stop fucking her. Why would I want to stop? It was amazing!

Her tight ass drove me to the limit, and it was obvious she had an immense talent for anal, because she was cumming her brains out just before I exploded, an orgasm that grew so intense she literally pissed herself as I slammed myself home and exploded inside her, flooding her already wet ass with a huge helping of cum.

It might've well been the single greatest orgasm of my life, up to that point.

My mind exploded and my legs and knees were wobbly just about long enough that she thrust her ass at me and knocked me on my ass.

Smoothly, and without moving from her perch on me, she turned around, doing a spin that broke the laws of physics, and then came down on me like a wrathful ghost.

Something I would only learn she was... quite a bit later. She glared into my eyes, the distance between us a needle's thickness, and then she clawed at my chest.

For a moment, I thought I might've done something wrong, and offended her.

And then she kissed me and began to bounce her hips and fuck her ass on my still hard dick, and... the rest... well...

It was a bit hazy.

The wrathful ghost sleeping beside me on the floor of my living room stirred awake, and I hugged her close to my body.

I've never been a very intelligent man. I was tricked by some asshole coworkers into watching a cursed video that was supposed to kill me.

"But I'm glad I'm dumb, because if I wasn't, I never would've met you, darling," I said, kissing my lover's cheek.

I was right. A good meal and some decent sleep did wonders for her, no longer was she looking famished nor did she have bags under her eyes.

The movie we had been watching, some low budget horror movie with explicit sex scenes, had been the backdrop for our latest romp.

"How's your butt darling?"

She let out a little cry and a wince. Right. She'd need a little bit more time before she could sit again. But well, neither of us would be satisfied unless by the time we were done, her ass was gaping open and leaking cream.

I kissed her cheek again, and she caught my lips with hers, an almost chaste kiss that contrasted with the wild sex we'd just had.

"Sooo... enchiladas?"

She let out a joyful cry. Who would've thought the wrathful ghost of a murdered Japanese girl loved Mexican food?