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Ghost Rider 2 - Caught like A Fly
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

More episodes from Ghost Rider that would never make it 
into the comics or movies for that matter. (MF, oral, 
anal, supernatural, movie-parody)

***

Author's Note: I've got the idea today to make a 
continuation of my story "Ghost Rider: Pussy From Hell". 
I watched Ghost Rider this morning [one of my nephew's 
favorite movies] and haven't been able to get the 
concept off of my mind. I love that there is five years 
between the first movie and the sequel, giving Johnny 
Blaze time to work his way to Eastern Europe. 

***

Episode Two

Her name was Vera. The next morning after Johnny and she 
had spent the night fucking away after her curse was 
lifted, he and Vera went their separate ways.

She was going to work her way back to the United States, 
and hopefully meet some Americans to hitch a ride across 
the border with.

Normally Johnny'd be more than happy to give a lady a 
lift but he had other plans.

Vera knew and understood. She knew he was special and 
had a great deal of work ahead of him, which was why she 
didn't even ask him for a ride.

As Vera was heading north, Johnny was continuing south. 
Southeast to be precise. He passed through towns like 
Cainali, Cuautepec, Orizaba, Tuxtepec, dispatching 
monsters and demons back to Hell.

Johnny had stopped for the night in Acayucan and was 
back on the road early the next morning.

A few hours along he needed to take a leak. He'd seen no 
towns or houses for miles. So finally he pulled over and 
shut down his motorcycle. Getting off, Johnny walked 
into a patch of trees and stopped behind some high, 
thick foliage.

Sure that no one could see him [or was even around], he 
unzipped and whipped out his large cock. He sighed as 
the stream of piss began to flow out of him. It always 
felt good to drain the lizard of a whole lot of beer.

He stuffed his cock back in his fly and zipped back up. 
He turned and looked at the deeper foliage behind him. 
Something drew him... The fact that no sounds of animal 
life came from beyond was part of it.

Curiously, Johnny entered the deeper foliage. It 
darkened as he went in further. The only sound was that 
of him moving through the foliage, pushing aside 
branches and shrubbery.

One spot widened a bit. A web ran high between two tree 
trunks. Johnny could make out mouse and squirrel 
carcasses, what was left of them.

He passed by and the foliage closed in behind him once 
more. Everything grew even darker. Very little sun shone 
through the tree tops.

About ten minutes later he came across another web. This 
one was three times as large. Carcasses of raccoons and 
possums littered the web.

Curiouser and curiouser.


Johnny felt compelled to go on further. He soon lost 
track of time. Then he heard movement ahead. Grunting. 
He made his way further.

Soon he saw the cause of the noises. A woman caught in a 
web. She was American. She looked to be in her early 
fifties, but still very attractive. Her long hair was 
black but streaked with grey. Her breasts were large and 
shook under her loose white t-shirt.

Her jeans were tight, outlining her amazing legs. She 
grunted again as she struggled to break free. She was 
caught in a spider's web. A web unlike any Johnny had 
ever seen before. He guessed the older woman to be 5'4 
at least. The web was twice as high as her and at least 
twice as wide as her.

Suddenly she noticed Johnny. "Thank god!" She cried out. 
"Please help me out of this!"

"No problem," Johnny said in his Elvis-like drawl.

He whipped a large knife out of his boot and moved 
towards, intending to cut her loose.

"I'm Louise," She said.

"Johnny."

"It's nice to meet you, Johnny," She cracked nervously.

"Likewise," He said, cutting at the web near her arm.

"I - I'm camping with my husband," Louise went on. 
"We've camped before but this is our first trip to 
Mexico. My husband always sleeps late and I got up early 
and decided to explore the woods. Or jungle. Whatever 
this is..."

"I'll bet you now wish you'd camped at Yosemite," Johnny 
replied.

Louise laughed huskily, her nervousness still obvious.

Suddenly Johnny heard a rustling above. He quickly spun 
around instinctively. Getting himself partially caught 
in the web. Oh, great, he thought to himself.

The rustling grew louder. Whatever it was it was huge. 
He looked up into the shadows. Something was 
descending...

It looked human in appearance. At least at first. Then 
he saw the large, dark body come into view. It had six 
legs and he realized it was covered in fur. It reminded 
Johnny of a huge tarantula. A very huge tarantula. Then 
its face came into view.

Louise screamed.

It was a face not of this earth. Hideous beyond belief, 
almost human but beyond human.

It snarled, poison dripping from its fangs, burning the 
tree as it hit it. "You disturbed my rest!" It hissed in 
a demonic voice.

"Oh, hell..." Johnny mumbled.

The thing leaped.

Instantly Johnny transformed into the Rider. The Ghost 
Rider. The flames of hellfire freed him from the web, 
destroying most of it.

It also freed Louise as the thing leaped upon the Ghost 
Rider. She darted away but not too far away. Louise 
couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.

Both Rider and spider thing from Hell shrieked as they 
locked in battle, rolling around on the ground and 
clawing at each other.

Louise couldn't believe it. A real Ghost Rider. Her 
grandfather had told her tales of the Riders as a little 
girl. But she had always assumed that was all they were. 
Just tales.

Hellfire flew from the Rider as the two otherworldly 
beings fought.

Finally the Rider threw the beast off of him, some 
distance away. As the creature rose, preparing to strike 
once more, the Rider grabbed a handful of dirt and 
Hellfire.

As the thing leaped, it's legs spread out around it, 
preparing to enclose the Rider in a death grip, the 
Rider threw the projectile of dirt and Hellfire at the 
creature. It shrieked as it began to burn up. "RIDER!!!" 
It shrieked. "YOU SHALL PAY FOR THIS!!! YOU SHALL 
PAY!!!"

"Like I haven't heard that before," The Rider said as he 
rose to his feet, watching the spider from Hell fade 
away as it returned back to where it came.

He reverted back to Johnny now that he was no longer in 
the presence of evil.

"Johnny!" Louise cried out. "Are you all right?!?"

He was surprised that she wasn't afraid him nor had she 
run away. But that wasn't his main concern right at the 
moment. ?

"I'll be fine, thank you very much. But are you okay?" 
Johnny asked in concern.

"Nothing a warm shower can't cure," Louise grinned. 
"Just get me out of here! There might be more of 
those...those things!"

The thought hadn't crossed his mind but right about now 
Johnny wasn't up for tussling with another of those 
things.

"Let's go!"

He led her back the way he'd come, moving more quickly 
this time. Soon the left the foliage and found his 
motorcycle.

"There's a town ten minutes up the road," Louise said. 
"With a motel on the edge of it."

"Then let's ride!"

Johnny jumped on his motorcycle and started it. Louise 
climbed behind him and wrapped arms around his waist, 
holding on tight.

Johnny felt her huge breasts press into his back through 
his leather jacket. He was getting turned on but knew 
nothing could come of it. Louise was married after all. 
Plus he figured she didn't even fuck anymore. Probably 
didn't even give head or a hand job. Johnny headed up 
the road until he reached the town and turned into the 
motel.

Louise slid off the motorcycle before Johnny shut it 
off.

"I'll get a room," She said. Paying for the room was the 
least she could do after Johnny saved her life.

He waited for Louise to come back before he kick the 
kickstand down and climbed off his motorcycle. Johnny 
followed her to the room at the end of the building. 
Louise unlocked the door and they went in.

"Do you mind if I have a shower first? I really need 
one..."

"No, go right ahead."

Louise smiled and went into the bathroom, closing the 
door behind her. It hadn't even occurred to Johnny that 
he hadn't heard her lock the door.

In fact, his mind was on Louise. He couldn't help 
imaging her undressing. He rubbed his cock through his 
jeans as he tried to picture her naked, stepping into 
the shower...

Louise, meanwhile, was hoping Johnny would join her in 
the shower. She soaped up her 37DDs, which weren't as 
firm as they used to be but pretty good still for a 
woman of fifty-three.

She soaped up the rest of her body, enjoying the hot 
water and steamy air. It relaxed away all of her aches.

She gave herself a small orgasm, something her sixty-
seven year old husband couldn't even do any more. He was 
still in good shape but pretty much dead between the 
legs.

Louise rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. She 
quickly dried off.

Johnny was sitting on the bed when Louise came out in 
the one motel robe that'd been left in the room. His 
cock twitched, knowing she was most likely naked under 
the robe.

"All right, all yours," Louise smiled.

Johnny rose.

"Thank you. Thank you very much."

He took his time walking into the bathroom. Once the 
door was closed he quickly tore off his clothes. It 
never occurred to Johnny to lock the door. He trusted 
her not to walk in.

His cock was massively hard. He stepped into the shower 
and turned on the hot water. He grabbed the soap and 
lathered up his body. He dropped it as he took hold of 
his cock and stroked it fast. He groaned. The soap made 
it easy to jerk off quick. Within five minutes Johnny 
was spewing his load all over the tiles.

No sooner had he cum did Louise step into the shower 
behind him. He had been too distracted to hear her come 
into the bathroom and slip in the shower.

Louise wrapped her hand around his still hard cock.

"Hmmm, good, you saved it for me," She cooed.

Johnny made no attempt to correct her. All he cared 
about was getting laid. And if Louise had been willing 
to get in the shower with him, Johnny wasn't about to 
worry about her husband.

Turning in her arms, he was pleased to see her body was 
hotter than he had imagined. Louise pressed her pussy 
against Johnny hornily. He groaned.

Johnny grabbed her and she wrapped her arms and legs 
around him. He reached between them and grabbed his cock 
and eased it into her pussy. Louise sighed.

Grabbing her butt cheeks, he began to lift Louise up and 
down on his cock. When he got a good rhythm going he 
slammed her up and down on his cock hard.

Louise screamed and came, unlike any cum she ever had 
before. Johnny made her cum more than she had in her 
life.

They fucked at least any hour, Louise exhausted and 
beyond satisfied, before he pumped his load up into her 
womb.

They rinsed off and got out of the shower. Louise slowly 
dried both of them off. They left the bathroom and 
dressed. Leaving the motel room, they got on Johnny's 
motorcycle and he drove her to a spot near but out of 
sight from where she and her husband were camping and 
dropped her off.

Louise thanked Johnny and kissed him before he rode off, 
heading south once more. She was so satisfied she forgot 
all about him being a Ghost Rider, and that was a fact 
that she never recalled again whenever she thought about 
that morning...

She staggered back to the campsite, knowing her husband 
would still be asleep.

Johnny grinned. He felt like a superhero, like Spider-
Man. Doing good deeds without expecting any pay but 
always reaping the perks that come with it.

But unlike Spider-Man and other superheroes, his reasons 
for what he did were different than what they did. As 
long as he lived, he would always be the spirit of 
vengeance, fighting fire with fire... 

THE END [for now...]

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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