Melinda stood in her shop reading the paper. It was all over town, 6 women had been sexually assaulted but none of them could id their attacker. They all had the same story; they woke up feeling a cock moving inside their bodies but when they opened their eyes, there was no one there.
Melinda being the town ghost buster, as her husband Jim jokingly called her, knew she had to get this ghost to cross into the light. The only problem was; she didn't have any idea where he was.
Most of the ghosts in Grandview came to her for help. They all had unfinished business and somehow knew that she could help them finish it so they could move on.
This one wasn't, instead he was attacking women all over town. He didn't seem to care if they were slender or big, all she knew is that he attacked single women who lived alone.
Throwing the paper in the trash, she pulled out her computer to check the day's receipts. Sales were down a little but nothing to worry about. It usually got a bit slow with winter coming on.
"Hey Melinda, how's the ghost business?" Her friend and employee Delia asked as she came into the shop carrying two coffees from across the street.
Melinda glared at her as she took the coffee. Delia was starting to believe Melinda about her being able to see ghosts but she wasn't completely convinced.
"Not good, this guy keeps attacking women and I can't figure out who he is going after next." She took a sip of her coffee. "I mean how am I supposed to get this guy to cross over if I don't know where he is, or who he is or what he wants?"
Delia picked up a music box Melinda had picked up at an estate sale. "I don't know what to tell you there. I mean unless he comes to you, I don't see how you are going to get him to cross over."
Melinda nodded, she felt the same way.
Over the next week, 5 more women were attacked and Melinda was getting frustrated. "Why don't you go talk to the last victim?" Jim asked sliding his hand over her naked body.
He had worked the graveyard shift for the past 3 nights and this was the first night that they had been able to be together. Melinda smiled as his hand drifted over her nipple, making it harden. "Hm...How about we worry about the ghost later, right now I need a little bit of loving."
She reached under the blanket and grasped his cock in her hand slowly stroking it. Jim closed his eyes as he felt her soft hand move over him. "Hm...I like that idea."
Melinda giggled as he moved his body over hers. She pulled him against her entrance as she wrapped her legs around him. "Love me honey." she purred.
Jim kissed her deeply as he let his cock slide inside her. Melinda purred against his mouth as he thrust slowly into her body.
Even after three years of marriage, she loved the way Jim made love to her; he would start fucking her slowly; then slowly speed up until they were both panting and clinging to one another as they hammered their bodies furiously against each other looking for release.
Tonight was no different, Jim drove his cock deep inside her making her squeal in delight as he seemed to hit all of her secret places at once. Her feet dug into his ass pulling him deep inside her.
"Oh Jim, yes baby, it feels so good." She whimpered as he lowered his mouth to her breast and started nibbling.
"Does my baby love that?" he asked seductively as he sped up his thrusts, pressing faster and harder inside her.
"Oh fuck, ugh, yes." She panted as she slammed her body hard against his while she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "Fuck me honey."
Jim moved his mouth to her nipple and took the small nub between his teeth, biting gently as he pummeled her pussy hard. "Fuck, Jim, I'm cummmminnnnngggg..." She cried as her body convulsed around him.
Jim held himself still inside her; he loved to feel her body ripple around him when she came. "Oh yes Mel that is so good." He groaned when he finally started moving again.
This time he wasn't gentle, he slammed hard into her making the bed squeak with the power of his forceful thrusts. "Fuck mmmeeeeeeee..." Melinda cried clinging to him as he rode her.
"Oh, agh, fuck, yes." Jim panted against her neck as he pounded into her. "God honey, can't hold it, I'm cummmmmminnnnnggggg...." he locked his mouth on hers kissing her hard as he buried himself to the hilt and emptied himself deep inside her.
Melinda whined in pleasure as she felt him fill her with his seed. For the past couple of years, they had used condoms when they made love because she wasn't ready to have children yet. But now that they had decided to have a baby, she had to admit she loved it when she felt him erupt inside her.
Spent, Jim rolled over onto his back then pulled her into his arms. "So are you going to go visit the last victim?" he asked kissing her sweaty brow.
"Mmmmm...Yes, I think I will." She mumbled sleepily as she snuggled up against his chest and fell fast asleep.
The next day she stood outside the apartment of the latest victim. Her name was Alisha Town and she was 25. She worked as a waitress at the local cafe.
Melinda knocked on the door then waited patiently; the woman who answered it looked like all the victims. She was pale, her dirty blonde hair hung limply around her shoulders. She was of medium build and nothing seemed spectacular about her. Her green eyes were lifeless.
"Can I help you?" she asked softly.
Melinda smiled. "Um, my name is Melinda Gordon and I was wondering if I could talk to you about your attack."
The woman eyed her suspiciously, "are you a cop?"
Melinda shook her head, "no, actually I run an antique store in town."
The woman seemed to consider her for a moment then slowly backed away from the door. "Come on in."
Melinda followed her into the house. The living room was small but cozy. Alisha sat down on the couch while Melinda sat down in a chair across from her. "What do you want to know?" Alisha asked tensely.