A few years back I dated a girl who had the most bizarre fantasy: She wanted to have a threesome with me and… a ghost.

It sounds like a joke, and I laughed the first time she told me about it, but when we actually got into it, it was weirdly erotic.

The identity of the ghost changed almost every time. Sometimes it was a famous dead person, other times it was a fictional archetype, like a 1920s mobster or a British duke. Melissa was incredibly creative once she came up with a new character. When we were in the moment, I ignored the “ghost” part and found myself pretending there was another person present. For her, the ghost component was critical.

Melissa resembled a sexy, grown-up Wednesday Addams, with long, straight black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her skin was so pale it looked luminescent in the darkness. She had a filthy mouth and was gloriously uninhibited.

My favorite of her ghost fantasies revolved around a bank robber from the nineteenth-century Wild West. When we did “ghost play,” she always started with a séance inviting the person she was picturing to come and join us. She encouraged me to sit back and watch, making me promise to think welcoming erotic thoughts. No problem there.

The séance began with her sitting on the floor completely naked and surrounded by candles in glass jars, like the religious candles you can buy at the gas station. The candlelight flickered on her creamy skin and cast shadows on all her curves.

Then Melissa spread her legs wide and invited the spirit she was imagining to come into her sacred place and share pleasure with us. She moved her hand from her high, tight breasts to her perfect pink pussy, where she parted her folds and slid her fingertips inside just a little before finding her clit. As she started to rub in tiny circles, she rolled her head back and closed her eyes.

“Join us this night, Spirit, and take your pleasure as we will take ours. I seek you, dark criminal of the Old West. I know you are restless and want to take me as you used to take what wasn’t yours.”

She continued rubbing, moving her fingers in faster and faster circles. Since she wasn’t looking at me, I got to sit there and stare, admiring her hard nipples and tiny waist, anticipating the moment when I could finally wrap my hands around that waist and drive my cock into her.

“I offer you this pussy,” she continued, “which is wet and ready for your cock to plunder.”

As she said this, she used her other hand to work one finger after another into her pussy. She was now so aroused I could hear the slick moisture as she thrust her fingers in.

“I offer you my throat to fuck as you please. Use me, Spirit. I offer you my ass to spread wide as you thrust your cock into my most secret place. Take me, Spirit.”

She moved her ring finger from her pussy to the little rosebud of her ass, pressing until it slid in. Now she was thrusting with two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass.

The first time I saw Melissa’s séance, I was too focused on how bizarre it was to really enjoy it. Now that I knew what to expect, I ignored the weirdness and just enjoyed the view. Who gave a fuck if she was morbid, if it also meant she let me watch her masturbate wantonly? I could’ve suggested her “ghost” was into just about anything and she would’ve been game.

Her breath came in panting gasps and her hands were moving frantically, about to reach a crescendo. She arched her back and spread her legs wider as she came, moaning deeply, “We welcome you.”

Once Melissa had her first orgasm, it was like all the restraints of civilization fell away and she was consumed by pure lust. She wanted to touch and suck and fuck until she was a quivering puddle on the bed. I was always happy to oblige.

Melissa rose from the floor in one movement, jumped onto the bed with me, and climbed on top, with her back facing me. She positioned her ass on my chest and leaned forward, sliding my dick into her mouth without a word.

I knew what she wanted me to do, so I grabbed a dark purple dildo that was on the bed and started to work it into her pussy. She moaned and redoubled her efforts, sucking my cock deeper into her mouth until I was thrusting against her throat.

I acted like I didn’t get caught up in the fantasy, but I was imagining a pissed-off criminal drilling my girlfriend’s ass as she sucked my cock.

“He’s here, Melissa. And he’s fucking your pussy. He’s got about a century of pent-up lust, so I hope you’re ready for it.”

She moaned again, thrusting back against me.

“He’s angry that he was caught robbing banks and wants to take it out on your ass.”

She reached back with one hand and spread her plump ass cheeks in invitation. I pulled the dildo out of her pussy and poured some lube onto it, although it was so wet that it seemed redundant. I met resistance as I tried to press the head of the toy into her asshole, but she relaxed and I eventually worked it all the way in. She was so excited that she was practically devouring my cock, making it hard to focus on anything except thrusting the toy into her in long, forceful strokes.

I acted like I didn’t get caught up in the fantasy, but in fact I was imagining a pissed-off criminal drilling my girlfriend’s ass as she sucked my cock. She came at least three more times before I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back any longer, so I stopped her. I left the toy inside her, but encouraged her to slide down so she was riding my cock in reverse-cowgirl.

She spread her pussy open and placed the head of my dick at her opening. Once it was lined up, she dropped her weight down, pressing my cock deep inside her. I only had a second to simply enjoy the feeling of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around me before she started to ride me, dropping her weight down so hard her thighs were slapping against my hips.

I took hold of the toy again and used her momentum to make it feel like the Spirit was fucking her ass at the same time. The dildo was big enough that I could feel it pressing against my dick as it slid in and out of her.

She was breathlessly groaning, “Oh, God, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! You’re both fucking me! Use my holes! I’m your come slut and want to feel you explode inside me! I’m so full! You’re spreading me so wide!”

I came while pulling her closer so I could finish deep.

My favorite thing about Melissa is that she didn’t give a fuck if I came. She wasn’t finished yet, so she kept going, leaving my semi-hard dick inside her and grinding against me, rubbing her clit.

I knew what she needed to finish again, so I said, “He’s getting so close to coming, baby. He wants to punish it and finish in your ass, leaving part of himself behind.”

I thrusted a little harder and faster with the toy, meeting the speed of the hand she was using on her clit. She came one last time, collapsing against me with the toy still inside her.

I always looked forward to seeing what kind of ghost she would conjure up next.