Whispers

 Juliette sighed as she dropped the final box onto the bed of her new room.

She had gotten lucky, or unlucky depending on your point of view. Since she had been the last person to apply for a room in the dorms, and nobody else had wanted the single room on the top corridor, it had become hers.

It wasn't the room itself that was the problem. It was a nice room, not quite as large as a double dorm room, but plenty roomy, and well-lit with large roof windows which had electrically operated blackout blinds.

There were a few reasons that people didn't want this room. First, it was on the very top floor of four, right at the top of one of the old buildings that the university used to house female students. There was no elevator. Second, there was no bathroom on this floor, so to use the bathroom or shower she had to go down one flight and use the communal one on the floor below. There was a small wash basin in her room so she could brush her teeth, and had access to water for the small kettle she had brought with her to make coffee. There had been a bathroom on the floor previously, but it had been condemned as unsafe, and it was now locked shut, the university not deeming it economically viable to repair it for the use of a single student.

Those were the reasons that the housing officer gave her when she asked why such a desirable room was still vacant so close to the start of term when she would have expected it to have been snapped up by one of the first students to apply.

When she told some of the other students, however, which room she had been allocated she got a different story.

"That room's haunted" she was told, "That's why nobody wants to stay in there. Loads of girls have seen stuff."

Juliette laughed to herself. There was no such thing as ghosts. It was an old building, there were bound to be bumps and groans in the night as it settled and moved, and some girls can be so melodramatic.

Also, the house shared a common wall with one of the boys' dorms, although they had completely separate entrances, and there was no way to move from one building to the other. She didn't doubt that there would be pranksters in the boys' dorms, who, knowing that the top room in the girls' dorm was reputed to be haunted, would make noises, or do other stuff to scare the occupant. Girls may be melodramatic, but boys are juvenile.

She took a drink of water from her bottle and started to unpack. She was late moving in, having had to stay home to look after her little brother while her parents were away. They only came back this morning and she had made the three-hour car journey almost as soon as they had returned. She needed to get everything sorted tonight, as her classes started tomorrow. Most of them would just be registration, but even so, she wanted to be prepared.

Juliette was studying to be a biomedical scientist, a difficult course, and one that didn't have too many women. She wanted to make a good impression. She knew that there would be a lot of competition and that a lot of the boys on that course would disregard her simply because she was female.

She knew that they wouldn't disregard her out of the classroom though. At five feet six, with flaming red hair, green eyes, and a slim figure, with curves in all the right places, Juliette had plenty of admirers in her hometown. She had even accepted one or two invitations to step out and had lost her virginity, predictably on prom night, to a school football player called Albert.

She had had several boyfriends since then, but nothing too serious and she was not currently involved. She wasn't actively looking for a boyfriend or girlfriend for that matter, but if something came along, she wouldn't be averse to some fun. She had put herself on the pill, and also had a box of condoms in her bag, pregnancy not being her only concern.

It was late by the time she had put everything away to her satisfaction. She had not bothered to go to the cafeteria for lunch and had eaten on the journey up. A chocolate bar and packet of chips had sustained her for the evening and now she was ready for a quick shower and bed.

Grabbing her washbag, keys, and some clean clothes to change into, she went down to the floor below to check out the shower room.

It wasn't huge, as a lot of the rooms on this floor had been updated to have their own facilities, but it was clean and well-lit. There were four individual shower cubicles with frosted glass doors on one wall, opposite a bank of sinks. To the back of the room were six toilet stalls, all freshly painted and in good repair. The room smelled clean and fresh.

After her shower, and dressed in a long tee-shirt, a clean pair of panties, and flip-flops, she made her way back up to her room.

She made herself a cup of herbal tea, and settled onto her bed with the course prospectus, once more reviewing her requirements in preparation for the next day.

Her tea finished, and yawning widely, Juliette put her cup on her bedside, double-checked the alarm on her phone was set, and it was charging, and turned the light off in preparation for sleep. The room was filled with pale moonlight, coming in through the roof lights. She decided she liked it, and so didn't close the blackout blinds.

Within minutes of settling down, Juliette was fast asleep, breathing steadily.

A puddle of moonlight on the foot of her bed seemed to move. At first glance, it could have been mistaken for an errant movement of Juliette's foot as she slept, but it began to progress further up the bed, growing in size and intensity as it went. The light seemed to coalesce into the shape of a girl, no taller than five feet, and waif-like in stature. By the time the spectre was fully formed it was standing beside Juliette's bed, next to her pillow.

The spectre knelt at the side of the bed and began to whisper in Juliette's ear.

Juliette stirred slightly, and her face began to flush as the spectre continued to whisper.

Beneath the covers, Juliettes hands began to move, almost of their own accord. They traveled up her body, pulling up her tee, as they did, her hands caressing her belly and up to her chest.

By the time her fingers reached her breasts, her nipples were rigid, her aureola puckered and swollen.

She began to tease her nipples, pinching and tweaking them. Her breathing was speeding up, becoming more ragged and labored, as she worked at her tits.

Her legs parted almost involuntarily. There was a dark stain on her panties, where her arousal had leaked from her and stained the fabric. She continued to tease her nipples mercilessly, her hips beginning to grind, thrusting up, searching for something, anything to sate the need that was starting to burn in her loins.

Her hand moved, almost against her will, relinquishing its assault on her breast and plunging almost savagely down the front of her panties. The fire that was burning there was too insistent to ignore and she began to rub frantically at her clit, the need to cum almost unbearable.

The spectre smiled as she continued to whisper, injecting thoughts directly into the young girls' dreams as Juliette continued to masturbate frantically in her sleep. Faster and faster her fingers worked her clit, as her other hand brutalized the nipple it was still working on.

Juliette's breathing came in gasps as if she were starving for oxygen. Sweat slicked her body and face and her pussy was leaking constantly as her body climbed toward the peak it was craving.

Suddenly the spectre stood and moved down the bed. Watching as Juliette frantically frigged herself desperately seeking release. The spectre leaned over the bed, and placed her hand between Juliettes legs, making a fist. Then she punched up hard pushing her fist straight into Juliette's pussy.

The fist passed through Juliette's panties, the spectre had no body after all. The fist passed easily into Juliette's body, there was no pain, or stretching no sensation that anything had been forced into her. There was, however, a feeling of cold, it was a shocking sudden bone-chilling cold, and that sudden sensation, on top of the frantic self-abuse was enough to trigger her release.

Juliette's back arched and she shrieked, coming suddenly awake in the throes of orgasm. Her left hand was still abusing her nipple, her right still frantically rubbing at her clit. Her pussy was flooding juices, creating a puddle on her bed.

She jerked and thrashed as she rode out her orgasm, still confused and disoriented. In her confusion, she thought she saw someone standing over her, but by the time her body had returned to her control, she realized that it was just a beam of moonlight, coming in through the window.

She lay drained and panting on the bed, wondering what the hell had set that off. She could vaguely remember that she had been dreaming but had no memory of what the dream had been about.

Gently she examined her breasts, her nipples were bruised and sore, the left much more so. She ran her hands down her body, feeling for what? When they reached her pussy she twitched. Her clit was still oversensitive, and sore. She had never been that rough with herself before and she wondered what had caused it.

She stumbled out of bed and rinsed her face in the sink, drying her face, before taking her soaked panties off and using the towel to dry her juices from around her pussy and down her legs.

She then threw the towel on the bed to cover the wet spot. She would need another shower in the morning now, otherwise, she would stink of sex all day.

With that thought, she collapsed on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

Once more the beam of moonlight coalesced into the figure of the young woman. She stood for a moment regarding Juliette, and then, smiling, she faded until she could no longer be seen.

Juliette was still horny when she woke the next morning, but she jumped out of bed as soon as her alarm sounded. She knew that she would have to shower again, and she could still smell sex on her and in her room.

After her shower, she headed off to start her day.

The day was pretty much as she had expected it to be, she spent the large majority of her time filling in registration forms and getting information about the classes that she was signing up for.

She got some dinner in the cafeteria and then returned to her room, determined to get an early night and make up for her disrupted sleep the night before.

Juliette was asleep before nine, but she had been asleep for less than an hour, when a beam of moonlight once again coalesced into the the form of a small, waif like, girl.

The girl immediately moved to the the head of the bed, and once again began to whisper in Juliettes ear.

Within minutes Juliette was once again frantically masturbating, but unlike the night before she was unable to gain satisfaction. The seed that the spectre had planted within her, prevented her from gaining release.

For over an hour she abused her body, frigging her clit, forcing fingers inside her sopping pussy and latterly even thrusting two fingers up her own asshole, something she had never done before, but still her orgasm evaded her.

The spectre looked on in satisfaction as Juliette became more and more frustrated.

Then the spectre stood, and still whispering walked to the door.

It was as if Juliette was a marionette, under the control of a skilled puppetmaster. With her fingers still working frantically at her cunt, Juliette, eyes open but still asleep, stood and followed the ghost.

Her door opened, although Juliette had locked it earlier, and they both walked out into the corridor, Juliette leaving a trail of drops on the floor, where her fingers were forcing her juices out of her pussy.

They moved down the corridor, to where the sealed door to the bathroom was, only the door was not sealed, it was standing open, and they went inside.

When the two buildings had been separated for segregated male and female living accommodations, there had not been enough room to create a bathroom for both sides, and so there had been a compromise. There were three stalls, one opening into female side, as there was only one room up here for girls, and two in the male side. The female one was between the male ones, From the male side you could see two stalls with what appeared to be a four foot thick partition between them. From the female side al you could see was a blank wall with a door in the center, which opened up to a stall extending back.

This was Juliette's destination.

Mike Benson had been out with his friends and had a few beers. He hated living on the fourth floor of the accommodation, as it was such a long climb, but at least he had a bathroom he only had to share with one other person. He was heading there just now, his bladder full after his nights drinking.

He clattered into the stall, fishing out his cock and sighing with relief as he released a copious amount of urine into the toilet bowl. It was only when he had finished, that he heard the noises coming from the stall next door.

This was strange, as he had never heard anything coming from there before, he had noted the gloryhole as soon as he had moved in, there was one in both of the stalls, but they didn't connect, there was a four-foot gap, which had always previously been in darkness. He had once shined the torch from his phone into there and saw a cubicle facing opposite the boys, but it was never used.

Tonight though, when he looked through the hole there was someone in the middle toilet, someone female, and she was stood with her back to the opposite wall masturbating furiously.

It was too dark in there to see her face, but the light from his side illuminated her midriff well enough to see she had three fingers stuffed in her cunny and the juices were flowing down her long legs.

Mike was instantly hard, and began wanking his seven inches, standing up to show what he was doing. He had seen gloryhole porn many times and knew the etiquete.

Within a minute of him doing this, a pale, almost ghostly finger came through the hole, indicating that he should push his cock through.

Without a seconds hesitation, Mike moved to the hole, and slid his cock through, putting his belly flat to the wall.

He winced, this girl had really cold hands, but she started wanking him, and the sensation overrode the chill.

Juliette stared down at the cock protruding through the hole as the ghost slowly masturbated it. She had seen bigger, but for tonight she hadn't seen one so beautiful. The ghost was still whispering in her ear, telling her how much she wanted that cock, to taste it, to feel its heat in her mouth, to make it squirt, and to swallow the cum. That would give her the release that she craved. Only this stranger's cum squirting to the back of her throat swallowed down into her belly, would allow her to reach her own climax.

Juliette slowly almost reluctantly knelt in front of the cock. Despite the chill of the ghost, she could feel the heat radiating from it, and smell the musky odor, which sent jolts of electricity to her pussy.

She took him in her hand, displacing the ghosts', and almost reverently opened her mouth accepting him inside.

The cock started to drool precum as soon as her tongue began to stroke the underside, the taste of which entranced her. Whispers in her ear told her how much she wanted this, how tasty that precum was and how much better the taste would be when he finally shot his full load of spunk onto her tongue.

She was still pumping the fingers of her free hand into her dripping snatch now, as she took seven inches of perfect stranger right to the back of her throat and began bobbing her head up and down on him. She applied suction on the outstroke, and forced her face right up to the wall each time she took him back in. She stuck her tongue out, trying to get him deeper into her throat, and licking at his balls with its tip, through the hole.

The cock was swelling even more now, and she moved faster. A mix of his precum and her drool was flowing from her mouth, over her naked tits and down her belly to finally mix with the juices she was churning up with her free hand, moving faster and faster inside her now-sloppy cunt.

Mike groaned and came, spurt after thick spurt of creamy white spunk, forcing its way up his cock and out into her sucking mouth. She sealed her lips around his throbbing monster, and swallowed, time and time again, all the while using her tongue to stimulate the mushroom head into giving her more of the delicious treat that she desperately wanted.

Finally blessed relief for her. As she swallowed the first mouthful of his creamy offering, her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed over and over again, it was only the fact that she was latched onto his cock so firmly that prevented her from slumping to the floor, instead, her face pressed hard against the partition, forcing his cock yet deeper down her throat.

She moaned around him, and he knew what had happened.

Eventually, his flow stopped, and he withdrew his softening prick from her still-sucking mouth with a pop.

His Gloryhole porn days didn't tell him what to do next. He had never watched one to the end. Did he thank her? introduce himself? Pay her? He settled for zipping up, flushing, and leaving the cubicle, a huge grin on his face. His bro's would never believe him when he told them about this the next day.

Juliette woke with a strange taste in her mouth, her hand still covered in her juices and a soreness in her pussy from being stretched out. She remembered that she had had a really horny dream, but hadn't realised that she had masturbated so hard again.

Shaking the cobwebs from her mind, she once again got ready for the day ahead.

"Bullshit!" James Cavanaugh said after he heard the story that Mike told at breakfast the next day.

"As God is my witness," Mike replied, "I went in for a piss and there she was. Gave me an amazing blowjob."

"Did you speak to her?" James asked, "What's her name?"

"I didn't even see her face," Mike responded, "All I saw was her pussy, and then felt her mouth."

An older student who was sitting further down the table looked at Mike with interest.

"Are you in the Driscoll Building?" he asked. "Fourth Floor?"

Mike looked at him. "Sorry, this was a private conversation." He said a little snippily.

"Then perhaps," said the stranger, "you should have kept your voice down. Now if you answer my question, I might have an interesting story for you."

Mike looked at James before replying. "Yes 4b, Driscoll."

The older boy slid closer to him and grinned "Evans," he said holding his hand out, "Charlie Evans."

They shook hands.

"My brother," Charlie began, "studied here about four years ago. He was in 4a. When he found out that I was coming here, he said I should try and get in one of the rooms on that floor. Sadly, I wasn't able to, you and whoever got 4a were here first, so I didn't even get into the building."

"But why?" Mike asked, "What's so special about the fourth floor."

"The gloryholes," Charlie said simply, "They lead into the women's dorm."

"I know that," said Mike, "But before last night, the stall there was always empty. I had heard that it had been sealed up the other side for some reason."

"It was sealed up, because of the gloryholes." Charlie said. "The university got sick of repairing the walls only to have students open them up again. They even put sheet steel on the walls, but they kept getting drilled through. The steel just disappeared."

"So, if it's been sealed up." Asked James, "How did that woman get in there last night. If it was not just a wet dream all along." He added a little scornfully.

"That's the thing." Said Charles. "There is a rumour, a story, that fourth floor of the girl's dorm is haunted. None of the girls want that room. But apparently a latecomer has taken it this year. Doesn't believe in ghosts."

Mike sat back laughing. "Bullshit!" he said echoing his friend's earlier comment. That was no ghost. That was a one hundred percent red hot woman.

"I'm not saying SHE was a ghost," said Charlie, "But from what I understand, the ghost causes the girl to go into the cubicle, and deal with any cocks that come through the hole. Either hole." He added.

"Possession?" James asked incredulously, "That's fucking ridiculous."

"Is it?" asked Charlie. "Does it even matter?" he added. "There's a hot chick who somehow got into a locked toilet and was willing to blow a stranger through the hole in the wall. Are you going to look a gift horse in the mouth?"

"Wait up," said Mike, "Let's say for one second that we believe you. Then this girl doesn't know what's going on. That's rape."

"Is it?" Charlie asked again, "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Well... no" Mike said.

"Well then, "said Charlie with satisfaction. "All you need to know is that there is a gloryhole with a willing girl the other side. Are you going to turn that down? "

"But what if we get caught?" asked James.

"How?" asked Charlie. "You are in a totally different building to her. The security tapes will show that you never entered her building. At worst you used a gloryhole, that SHE would have had to herself use, how can that be rape. There are no drugs, and who the hell believes in the paranormal these days."

Mike and James looked at each other. They could see the cogs turning.

"Tell you what." Said Charlie. "Ill make a bet with you. Go up to the hole tonight. And if she is not there, we'll call it even. But if she is, then tomorrow night you let me and a few buddies of mine come up to your room and we'll investigate more thoroughly."

"Why should I?" asked Mike. "If she is there, then I get to have some fun. Why do I need you and your buddies involved at all?"

"Twenty bucks a head!" Charlie said.

"Fifty!" said Mike.

"Thirty," said Charlie, "and that's all we got."

Mike looked at James and then Nodded. "Ok. If she's there tonight, it's a deal."

They shook, and Charlie got up and left the table.

"You're not going to charge me, are you?" asked James.

Mike shook his head. "Why don't you come over tonight." He said, "Then maybe you'll believe me.

Juliette had been horny all day.

She had found it hard do concentrate in classes, and it had got so bad that she had even gone to the ladies room in the lunch break to try and find some release, thinking that she could clear her head for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, release had evaded her and all she had achieved was to wind herself up even more.

Since she had missed lunch, she ate early in the cafeteria and then went back to her room still nursing an itch she couldn't seem to scratch.

She thought that a long hot shower might help her settle, and she spent almost thirty minutes under the hot water, deliberately not touching herself, as she didn't want anyone to come in and catch her. The doors were frosted but you would still be able to tell if someone was jilling off in there.

She went back up to her room and sat on her bed. Strangely now she was back in her room, the horniness seemed to have settled. It was still there but just a vague feeling not the drive that had been dogging her all day.

Grateful for this respite she decided to do some work and write up the notes from her lectures today. She knew that if she got behind on those it would be difficult for her to catch up.

When she finished her notes, she looked at the clock and realised it was after ten. She decided a cup of tea and then bed since her horniness had evaporated.

She was asleep within seconds of her head hitting the pillow. Her breathing deep and even. There was no moon tonight, and yet a beam of light lit up the foot of the bed, before once again coalescing into the diminutive figure.

Moving swiftly to the head of the bed. She knelt by Juliette, and once again began to whisper in her ear.

This time there was no masturbation.

Juliette just groaned and began thrusting her hips forward as if engaged in sex. Thrusting herself on an invisible lover. Her legs wide begging for penetration that didn't come.

The sectre stood and once again walked to the door, which opened unprompted. Juliette followed her down the hall and into the 'sealed' bathroom, the door standing open as before. It closed behind her.

She entered the cubicle and began removing her night clothes. Firstly her T-shirt, and then her panties. Naked now she stood astride the commode, her legs spread and began masturbating gently. Her fingers running circles around her clit, while her other hand reached up and began to pull and tweak at her nipple.

She was still stood there fifteen minutes later, when Mike and James entered the bathroom.

Mike indicated that they should enter one of the stalls, but James demurred. "You go in there," he said, "Ill take the other one."

As they bent over to look through the hole, they could see the naked girl, standing masturbating over the toilet. Her pussy was visibly leaking juices which were dripping into the toilet bowl. She was moaning out her need in a low breathy voice.

Mike was the first to stick his dick through the hole. And within a few seconds Juliette's hand curled around it, stroking him, taking the precum that was drooling out of the end and using it to lubricate her hand as she ran it up and down his length. He groaned in pleasure.

James could see Mike's cock coming through the hole opposite his and could see what she was doing to it, and so wasted no time in dropping his trousers and pushing his six inch length through the hole.

Immediately a hand curled around his cock, and began to wank him slowly and steadily. Mike had mentioned that this girl had had cold hands, and by god he was right. But the feeling of her masturbating him through the hole outweighed the chill.

Juliette looked down, and saw she had a cock in one hand, and was steadily wanking it. She wanted that cock. In her mouth, wanted to taste it, to make it cum to swallow the spunk she knew he would shoot. Then she looked the other way, she saw another cock, coming through the other hole. The ghost was wanking this one, but Juliette wanted that one too. She wanted it, to taste it, to tease it with her tongue, to make him shoot inside her mouth and swallow down everything he had to offer. She knew that was the only way that she would find release.

Juliette knelt on the floor, facing the toilet and reached out with her other hand, displacing the ghosts on the second cock, and began to wank it too. Once again using the pre he was drooling to lubricate her strokes.

She leaned to the side and took the first cock in her mouth. Closing her lips around the head and swabbing at it with her tongue, tasking the hot salty musk of his precum. She began to bob her head up and down on him, whilst still stroking at the other cock.

After a minute or so, she switched. Pulling off Mike and taking James's cock into her mouth. Giving him the same treatment, while continuing to stimulate Mike with her hand.

James groaned with the feelings that she was creating in him.

Backwards and forwards she went, sucking each for a short while, before swapping to the other. She could feel that both were approaching their climax and she wanted to make sure that she didn't miss either. She wanted both loads in her mouth. She wanted to feel them spurting their cum deep into her throat, to taste them on her tongue, and to swallow down that delicious spunk.

James cracked first.

She had her mouth around Mike's cock, but she felt James's swell and get even harder. Juliette knew the signs, so she immediately swapped back taking James right to the back of her throat in a single thrust. That undid him. His cock flexed and he shot a long thick ribbon of cum straight down her throat.

Juliette pulled back a little, keeping his head in her mouth and catching all the following spurts of thick cream on her tongue. The taste was amazing. It was sweet and salty and musky. The taste, allied to the feeling of his cock twitching and throbbing in her mouth caused her to have her first orgasm.

She clenched and shuddered as her pussy squirted her juices onto the floor between her knees.

Juliette kept James's cock in her mouth, bathing the head with her tongue until she was certain he had finished. Then she pulled back and squeezed his cock, forcing the last few drops of cum up his shaft to pearl on his tip. She licked it off, shivering at the taste. She squeezed again. There was no more.

It was now Mile's turn.

She had kept hold of his cock but had stopped stroking him during her orgasm. His cock was still as hard but his orgasm had retreated somewhat. That would have to be remedied.

Opening her mouth, she once again took in the cock of a man she had never met, whose name she didn't know. She recognised the taste though, from the night before, and the feeling of the slightly bigger cock than she had just sucked off.

She pushed all the way down, taking him to the back of her throat. There was no gag. She swallowed and Mike groaned at the sensations that caused on his cock.

Pulling her head back she swirled her tongue around. dipping the tip briefly into his slit, before once again pushing all the way down and swallowing. Juliette was getting into a rhythm now. Her hand had found her pussy now. the other against the wall supporting her weight, as she thrust several fingers inside herself and deethroated a perfect stranger.

Mike couldn't last with that amount of stimulation, and as she swallowed on the deep thrust, his cock swelled and with a groan, he unleashed a torrent of cum, directly down her throat.

Again, Juliette pulled back to keep the head of his cock in her mouth. She wanted, needed to taste his spunk. He was saltier than James, and a little bitter, but she loved it. She loved the feeling of it jetting onto her tongue, she loved the pulsations of his cock as he emptied his balls into her mouth.

She squeaked around his cock as her second massive orgasm hit, once again her pussy gushing juices out onto the floor, while her fingers plundered her pussy mercilessly.

When Mike finished, in a repeat of the move on James, she squeezed the remaining drops of his seed, cleaning them off with her tongue, until there were no more left.

Then she stood, picked up her t-shirt and panties, and left the cubicle. Leaving the two boys panting in their respective stalls.

Juliette got back to her room and opened her bag. Taking out her birth control pills, she took out today's dose and dropped it into the sink. It disappeared down the drain.

This would be the third dose that she had not taken.

Juliette woke the next morning before her alarm went off.

She lay in bed looking at the ceiling, trying to remember her dream. She knew it had been a really horny one, her pussy still sodden, and her nipples and clit still rigid, engorged with blood. She pulled her covers down, the feeling of them scraping over her erect nipples sending electric shocks straight to her pussy.

Her hand tracked to her pussy and was barely an inch from it, when her alarm went off. Cursing she rolled over, and silenced it, before rolling out of bed, groaning. She would have to go have another shower, her body was covered in sweat, and she stank of sex.

"If this room was haunted," she thought to herself, "it was by one horny fucking ghost." She just wished she could remember it. She giggled at the thought.

After brushing her teeth and putting the kettle on to boil, she went downstairs and had a quick shower. Feeling much better, but no less horny, she got back to her room and had a quick cup of tea, before heading off to breakfast.

Juliette got her contraceptive pills out of her bag, meaning to take todays dose, and saw it was already missing. Had she taken it already? She didn't remember, but since the packet was handily labelled with the day's doses, and todays was missing she guessed she must have.

In the breakfast hall she made her selections, much more than usual, she was feeling especially hungry today, and after demolishing her breakfast, and bussing her tray, she headed off to classes.

Over the other side of the cafeteria, Mike and James were sat enjoying their breakfast when Charlie Evans came and sat by them.

"Well?" he asked, eyes flicking back and forth between the pair.

"She was a no show." Mike said. He and James had discussed this at length and decided not to share their fortune with anyone else. Neither of them was particularly hard up for cash, and the thirty dollars a head simply wasn't worth it. She may freak out if too many people turned up and that would be killing the golden goose.

"I don't believe you," Charlie said, "My brother said..."

"Look," James said, "I don't care what your brother said. That was four years ago, and a different girl. Maybe this one just wanted a bit of strange and managed to pick the lock on the toilet. Whatever happened we spent nearly two hours in there last night, and saw nothing."

"I guess you had to take care of each other then," Charlie sniggered.

"Look just fuck off," Mike said. "The deal was if you were wrong you would leave us alone. You were wrong."

Charlie looked from one to the other of them, then held his hands up in surrender.

"I guess my brother told me a tall tale," he said. "He made it seem so real."

Mike shrugged and Charlie moved away to get his own breakfast.

Charlie walked across the cafeteria and sat down at a table with a couple of his friends.

"They were lying through their teeth," he said. "Let's give them a couple of days, and then on Friday, we'll get the boys together and crash their little party. Once we're inside they can either take a turn or fuck off. Their choice."

His friends grinned and nodded.

The day passed quickly for Juliette, she attended her classes, took notes, had lunch and then attended her afternoon classes. She was feeling much better today, thinking clearer. The horniness was still there but it was more controlled. Not once had she even considered visiting the bathroom other than to pee. And even then, she had done her business, managed to wipe herself with minimum fuss, washed her hands and left.

Juliette had been surprised at the amount of food she put away at lunchtime as well. She would have to be careful eating like that, or she would get fat, but she had been really hungry, and the lasagne had really hit the spot.

After classes Juliette decided to visit the library, and do some research on her room, and the haunting that was supposed to be happening there. She had a laptop and could easily have done it online from her room, but she didn't want to go back there just yet. There was no problem with the room, she just didn't want her day to just be either school or her room. She might even consider going out on Friday to a local bar. Her thoughts wandered, and she considered if she might meet up with someone who could scratch the itch that she seemed to have since she got here.

She seated herself at one of the library computers and started doing some research.

Where to start.

She googled, the name of the university, and there were hundreds of hits. The university website, lots of people on social media giving their opinions either good or bad about the place. She needed to be more specific.

She added Cavanaugh building.

Again, plenty of hits, Cavanaugh building was the female dorm, which backed onto the boys Driscoll building. Since they had two separate entrances the university had decided to give them separate names, it made it look like they had more accommodations available.

She went back to the search bar and added a third term. Ghost.

There were twenty hits, and she scrolled through them, assessing whether they had any information that might be useful. She clicked on the first.

"Student claims seeing ghostly apparition in her room." the headline read, it was dated ten years ago.

"Student Sally Feilding, quit her university today, after claiming that her dorm room was haunted. Sally claimed that she had woken in the middle of the night, to see a bright figure, of a young girl standing by her bed. She had screamed, and the figure had vanished into thin air. Other students in the building, who had heard the scream had gone to her room, and found her inconsolable, in the corridor outside. She refused to return to her room, and when the university denied her request for a change of accommodation, saying they had nothing available, Sally decided to quit her studies and return home. The university declined to comment on this story."

There were various comments on the story, some supporting the girl and other saying she was probably tripping on something. Juliette moved on to the next one.

"Student claims ghost is spirit of Jenna Hamson, a girl who died in a tragic accident in Cavanagh bathroom."

"Student Hilary Smythe, claims that she saw the ghost of a former student who had died two years previously, in the fourth floor bathroom of Cavanagh Building. Miss Hamson, had apparently slipped on a wet floor in the bathroom and fallen, hitting her head on the commode, and had been found dead later that day, when a friend had gone looking for her after she hadn't attended classes.

"Miss Smythe, who claims she had seen Miss Hamson around the campus, had been moved into the fourth floor room of Cavanagh house a year after the death of Miss Hamson, following a water burst that had made her room uninhabitable.

"'It was the only room available' she told our reporter, 'and so I said I would take it until my room was ready again. But the first night I was in there, I saw her. She just appeared, like a beam of light and then there she was, stood looking at me. She looked so sad. I tried talking to her, but she didn't seem to hear me, and then she just faded away.'

"The university declined to comment on the story."

There other stories were very similar. Some girl claimed to have seen a ghostly figure in the room and been scared enough to want to leave.

Juliette thought about that for a moment. She didn't believe in ghosts, she was a scientist. But as a scientist, if she was presented with evidence, that was repeatable and verifiable, then she was prepared to believe.

She mulled this over as she walked back to her room. How could she test it, could she maybe communicate with the ghost? Talk to her?

Her best friend at school had been a 'born-again-Christian' who had never failed to take an opportunity to talk about her faith. According to her, ghosts existed, but were not what they claimed to be. They were 'devil spirits' masquerading as departed souls in order to deceive people away from Christ.

Juliette grinned. She had actually heard her friends impassioned voice then, saying the words.

"Jesus Christ the Hope of Glory!"

Juliette was a scientist and an atheist. This was all new territory to her. What was she even basing this on? Being horny since she moved in?

The likelihood is that there was some other, more rational explanation for that. Being young, single and away from home amongst a raft of other young fit people, was probably a more believable reason for her horniniess. Maybe she just needed to get laid. She determined she would go out on Friday night and see if she couldn't find someone to scratch that itch. She was no slut, but was certain she could find a nice boy, who would help her.

The moonlight was flooding into her room, through the rooflights, when she opened the door. For a moment she really did think she could see a figure standing by her bed. Her breath caught but as she approached the figure she thought she had seen turned out to be nothing more than particularly bright beam of moonlight that had somehow been refracted away from the others, probably by some imperfection in the glass of the windows.

She laughed at her own jumpiness.

"Well Jenna," she said, mocking herself. "If you are not busy, maybe you could drop by for a chat sometime? I would really love to meet you."

She was getting undressed as she said this, not bothering to turn the light on, there was plenty of light from the moon.

She didn't notice that particular beam of moonlight once again coalesce into the diminutive figure. It was behind her.

The ghost, Jenna, reached out a hand toward Juliette, almost brushing her fingers across the other girls back, before Juliette walked over to the sink and began brushing her teeth ready for bed.

By the time she turned around, Jenna was nothing more than a moonbeam.

Juliette was asleep when Jenna next appeared in her room. For a long moment, she stood gazing down at the other girl, an expression of sorrow and loss on her face. She reached out her hand to touch the sleeping girl's face, but then seemed to change her mind. Her face set, and once more she began to whisper.

Mike and James were already in their stalls when she entered the middle one. They had been there for quite some time and were just thinking about giving it up when they heard the door open. Both of them were instantly hard. James, ever the optimist had brought condoms too.

Mike lost no time in pushing his cock through the hole, and Juliette bent at the waist and engulfed him in one swallow. Her tongue lapped at his root as she took him easily all the way to the back of her throat.

She was about to kneel down, to get more comfortable when she felt two cold fingers sliding into her pussy, the chill creating amazing sensations. She moaned around the dick in her mouth.

She stayed standing as the fingers began to pump inside of her, at the same time guiding her ass around until she was bent double, facing the wall, Mike's cock deep in her throat. He started to gently thrust into her.

Her ass was now wedged against the opposite wall, her pussy lined up perfectly with the hole into James' stall and he took over the fingering, slipping two fingers inside, initially feeling a chill, but finding her pussy to welcoming, soaking wet, and heating up quickly.

Juliette moaned again as she felt James' fingers working in and out of her. Mike was picking up the pace in her mouth, starting long strokes, which pulled the head of his cock to just inside her mouth, where she could feel it drooling its precum onto her tongue, and then pushing in a languorous thrust, all the way to the back of her throat, propelling her saliva and his precum into her throat, where she swallowed it down with relish. The feeling of her throat constricting around the head of his cock only increased his pre production and started him on his climb to orgasm.

Once he was ready, he lined himself up and slid his wrapped cock deep inside her welcoming warmth in a single almost brutal thrust.

Juliette squeaked around Mikes cock as she felt herself being penetrated, loving the sensation of six inches of hot fuckstick bullying its way inside of her. She tried pressing backwards to get him even deeper, but her ass was already tight against the wall, and there was no room to move.

James, the thought of his cock inside a young woman, had already started a quick climb to his orgasm, so wasted no time. Putting his hands against the wall he began to pound her, driving his hips forward, ramming himself inside her over and over.

Mike, hearing the pounding, knew what was happening, knew that his buddy was fucking this girl who had his cock down her throat. That thought increased his own climb. He also began to thrust harder, using her mouth only for his pleasure, fucking her throat.

Both men knew that they were not going to last long.

Juliette, trapped in the middle, wedged between the walls, her face mashed up against one and her ass against the other, was in heaven. She could feel both cocks pounding into her, and her only disappointment was that she knew the guy inside her was wearing a condom. She would have loved to feel his naked cock inside her, feel his spunk pumping and squirting into her. She grabbed her nipples and began tweaking and pulling at them, increasing her pleasure. Cold fingers started strumming at her clit, and she groaned as she felt her orgasm approaching. Her belly tightening and her pussy beginning to clench on the cock within.

Mike was the first to go. He shoved his cock deep into her throat and held it there as he shot wad after wad of thick, creamy spunk directly into her stomach. He didn't care if she could breathe or not, if he was choking her. His only thought was emptying his balls of his load, and she was going to swallow it all.

Juliette felt the cock in her mouth jump and throb as it delivered it's payload down her throat and she started to come. The feeling of the scalding liquid jetting from the end of his meat, giving her no choice but to drink this stranger's load made her head spin. The lack of oxygen as he choked her with his cock, heightening the sensations of her own hands mauling her tits. And the fingers that were savaging her clit.

Her cunt clamped down on James' cock and began to pulse as she came, effectively sucking the spunk out of his thrusting meat, He yelped at the sudden sensation and then thrust forward, burying himself as deeply as he could inside her, to ride out the rest of his orgasm.

Mike pulled his softening cock from Juliette's throat, and she took her first gasp of air, the oxygen rush sending her off on another blistering orgasm, intensifying the remainder of James' cum, but then spitting his cock out of her cunt with a pop.

Once again, her orgasms done, Juliette stood and left the stall, returning to her room and climbing into bed.

Jenna moved to Juliette's bag, and once more disposed of the next day's birth control before moving back to the bed, and drawing the covers up over the now-sleeping girl.

Juliette stirred in her sleep, rolling over to face the ghost, but didn't open her eyes. In her sleep, she sighed and then spoke.

"That was wonderful, Jenna. Thank you."