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Ghost Rider: Ghosts From The Past
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
***
Mephistopheles eyes glowed red. He lifted his cane and
let it back down hard. Unnatural fire started at the
point the cane hit, spreading instantaneously in four
directions. (MF, anal, sci-fi, paranormal, movie-parody)
***
Author's Note: I've only written four other Ghost Rider
stories and only two of them began to chronicle Johnny
Blaze's journey bridging 2007's Ghost with 2012's Ghost
Rider: Spirit Of Vengeance. The last time I worked on
this series was September 15, 2012 "Ghost Rider: Caught
Like A Fly...". I had always hoped to write a lot more
stories in that series by now but I kept putting it off
though I really can't explain why...
Last month the title "Ghosts Of The Past" popped into my
head and I knew it'd be a perfect title for my next
Ghost Rider story, though I had no idea what the story
would be. I came up with a few thoughts since then and
also decided to meld the "Ghost Of The Past" idea with
another story idea I'd had around the time a posted
"Caught Like A Fly...". I was going to title that story
"Ghost Rider: Johnny Takes A Break". No, really. Anyhow,
let's see how this works out here ~ G
***
"I'm gonna own this curse."
Johnny Blaze said those very words to Mephistopheles
when he saw him the last time in San Venganza. And that
was not long before the last time you saw Roxane.
"This is what you are," She said. "This is always what
you were meant to be.
You got your second chance. Go out there and make the
best of it."
And that was why Johnny did what he did. Dispatching
demons back to Hell. Avenging the innocent blood spilt
wherever he went.
He thought about these things as he tried to sleep. He
found himself traveling South, though he could not
explain why.
And that was what he did the next morning, leaving
Louise and Acayucan behind.
Along the way he dispatched more demons, finding little
human companionship. When he finally reached the Istamus
of Tehuantepec that was why he decided to stop. He
needed a break, needed to be around other humans. Not
that he was fully human anymore.
There was a large body of water ahead. It looked
refreshing to Johnny.
Then he saw the sign in Spanish and grinned. Basically
it translated to Clothing Optional Beach.
"Sounds great to me."
Johnny got off his motorcycle and had down the slope
which became less firm, more sand. Soon the beach came
into view.
It wasn't very crowded, more women than men. All the men
seemed to be having a siesta, most were short and fat,
some balding. The women were either sunning themselves
or swimming, mothers were playing with their young
children. And of course all were naked.
Johnny quickly shrugged off his clothes, surveying the
lay of the land. Most of the women were very attractive,
even the mothers. All were dark-haired, their pussies
unshaven, most were large-breasted, dark-areolaed. There
wasn't really any skinny or underweight women, only the
girls running about or tanning were skinny. Johnny had
to say all the women looked good. He did have a thing
for Hispanic ladies.
Once naked, Johnny jogged down to the water and dived
in.
It truly was refreshing after days of riding without
stopping to get cleaned up or have a proper night's
sleep.
Johnny just swam around, feeling his muscles relax and
his cares float away. He finally stood up, the water up
to just below his large, dangling cock. He pushed back
his hair and stared off into the distance across the
water, knowing eventually that would be the direction
he'd have to head off in. But that was a concern for
another time. Now he wanted to relax.
As if to compound that thought, a hand reached around
and grasped his cock gently. He felt large breasts press
into his mid-to-lower back. He turned his head and saw a
face of a woman much shorter than him smile up at him.
{You looked like you needed some hospitality,} She said
to him in Spanish as she began to stroke his cock to
hardness.
"Gracias," He smiled back.
The woman who appeared to be a somewhat older than
Johnny with just a bit of a rounded belly came around
him and he slid his arms around her.
Leaning down, he began to kiss her passionately. She
pulled on his cock harder, making it throb violently and
his balls ache.
Breaking the kiss, she turned and bent over. Spreading
her butt cheeks she said {Fuck my ass, mister.}
Happy to oblige, Johnny grabbed his hard cock. He dunked
it under the water as he splashed more down her fat butt
crack. Straightening up some, he guided his cock to her
puckered back door and pushed. It sank in easier than
Johnny'd expected. The woman began to mutter in Spanish.
Johnny eased his cock all the way up her anus, then
grabbed her hips and began to fuck her. She was crying
out with pleasure as he rammed his cock into her good
and hard.
After some time she had her first orgasm, a very intense
one. Her butt muscles clamped around Johnny's length as
she came and her body convulsed wildly.
He lasted about fifteen minutes, pumping a heavy load
deep up her butt, and stayed hard, going right on
fucking her.
She had several orgasms as he fucked her good, a few
very intense.
Her anal chute was sore when Johnny finally dumped a
second load up it forty minutes later, but she didn't
care.
She invited Johnny to spend the night with her and her
husband [he was one of the fellows having a siesta on
the beach as his wife cheating on him the whole time].
Johnny slept in their daughter's bed, the daughter
getting into bed with her parents. Of course the women
visited Johnny during the night for a little fiesta.
Before she came to him, Johnny slept un-fitfully,
dreaming strange dreams. He heard voices he recognized,
saw strange faces he didn't.
One voice he heard was that of Carter Slade, the last
Ghost Rider.
"You are the Rider," Slade said. "The Ghost Rider. Get
used to it, kid. It'll be a lot easier... this ain't
something you can run from, kid."
It was at that point that the hospitable wife came in to
him and fucked the dreams away.
As she left and Johnny began to drift off to sleep, he
heard himself asking "Have there been others? With
my...'Ghost Rider' problem?"
"Been a few," was the answer he heard. It was Carter
Slade who spoke again...
***
The next morning Johnny was back on his motorcycle,
skirting around the body of water. He passed through
Cintalapa, Teran, Chiapa de Corzo, eventually stopping
in Acala one night. He sensed something there.
He couldn't sleep that night. Wandering about the town,
he came upon a small graveyard. Very old. He felt drawn
to investigate it.
As Johnny weaved his way among the tombstones, he soon
saw a man standing before a particular tombstone with
his hat in his hand. Johnny approached him.
As he drew near, he realized he could see THOUGH him.
The man was a ghost.
The man put his cowboy hat back on and turned to Johnny.
{I have been waiting for you,} The man spoke. {You are
the Ghost Rider.}
Startled, Johnny asked {How did you know?}
The ghost smiled, without any humor. {I was a Ghost
Rider too. A mistake I greatly regret. It cost me my
family. Come. I will show you.}
Johnny followed him out of the graveyard.
The former Ghost Rider led Johnny to the outskirts of
the town. There he took him to the remains of a very old
house. {The townspeople feel this land is cursed. That
is why the house was never rebuilt.}
As he spoke, the house seemed to rebuild itself and
regain its former glory. The man entered. Intrigued,
Johnny followed.
There was a fire going. A beautiful woman was tending
the fire. {She was my wife,} The ghost said with a note
of melancholy.
Soon there were giggles and two children ran into the
room followed by the ghost, when he was still a man. The
ghost smiled sadly, not saying a word.
Soon the wife said {Children, time for bed!} They
complained but allowed themselves to be led to their
bedroom by their parents.
Johnny and the ghost followed. {I made a deal with
Mephistopheles out of greed. I thought I could keep my
life as it was. But HE had other plans...}
The children were tucked in and the parents left,
closing the door. The man began to fondle his wife's
butt through her dress. She giggled.
Turning to her husband, they kissed.
Soon they began to undress one another, making their way
to their bedroom.
The woman was very shapely Johnny couldn't help noticing
as his cock began to harden.
They were kissing again, the man rock hard now as his
wife fondled him. They fell to the bed, she on her back,
her atop her.
Spreading her legs, she took hold of his cock once again
and led it to her hairy wet pussy. He sank it into her.
She groaned.
And they began to fuck passionately. She clung to her
husband, sinking her nails into him each time she
spasmed in orgasm. Johnny couldn't help rubbing his hard
cock through his jeans.
They fucked for over half an hour, the wife cumming
often as he rammed into her fast and hard, finally
grunting and spurting his load deep within her.
Rolling off, he pulled his wife to him and held her as
they talked softly until they both fell asleep.
Until he was awaken by a bright light. A light she
didn't seem to see. But he did.
A man stood at the foot of the bed, leaning on a cane.
"Mephistopheles," Johnny muttered under his breath. The
ghost beside him just nodded.
"I told you to forget friends and family,"
Mephistopheles said. "And forget about love. But you
didn't listen. Now they will pay the price."
{No!} The man in the bed cried out as did the ghost.
Mephistopheles eyes glowed red. He lifted his cane and
let it back down hard. Unnatural fire started at the
point the cane hit, spreading instantaneously in four
directions. The house was a blaze in seconds.
Screams filled the air. The wife and children, in pain,
the husband, in horror.
The three's bodies were soon consumed by the fire, as
was the house. Only the man and Mephistopheles remained.
"You're mine," He said and vanished.
The man in the bed began to cry. Then he vanished, and
the house was again as it had been when the ghost and
Johnny came to it.
"Son of a *itch," Johnny muttered.
The man turned to Johnny. {Avenge my family.}
{I promised Mephistopheles I'd use the power of the
Ghost Rider to avenge my father, avenge the innocent,
and I promise you, I'll avenge your family as well}
{Thank you,} The ghost of the former Ghost Rider smiled.
{I knew you were an honorable man...}
Saying those words, the ghost disappeared. Johnny left
the house, got on his motorcycle and rode on.
Sometime later Johnny stopped for the night in Mendoza.
Before he was able to go to sleep a familiar voice - a
voice not in his memories this time - spoke.
"Hello, kid."
Johnny sat up. "Carter Slade?!" He grinned.
"It's me all right." Carter Slade looked much younger
though than when Johnny had last saw him.
"I thought I'd never see you again..."
"Neither did I, but it seems the man upstairs has other
plans for me," Slade said. "I don't know when I'll see
you again but I wanted you to know that your battle has
just begun. Things are only going to get worst from
here, you planning on taking on Mephistopheles and all."
"I'll be ready," Johnny insisted.
"I hope so, kid," Slade said, tipping his hat to Johnny
as he disappeared. "I truly hope so..."
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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