One thing could be said about Beetlejuice, he never was without something to say. However, when his best gal Lydia mashed her lips into his, no words came to mind to fully convey what he was feeling. Slowly she ran her tongue back and forth over his bottom lip, prying her way into his hot mouth. Beetlejuice gasped as hot, slippery tongue wiggled around inside his mouth. He dully noted that it reminded him of slurping a slug, only less sticky. Lydia was moving her tongue over the roof of his mouth, and against his own tongue. Using her hands, she pushed him back onto a ratty couch, settling into place straddling him. Another small moan was released into the kiss as she ground her hips against his waist.

Lydia never removed her mouth from his, as she reached for the bottom of her red, spider web design poncho. She was still mashing her lips hungrily into his mouth as she pulled her cloak off, revealing that underneath the tattered cloth was nothing at all. When the kiss was finally broken, it took Beetlejuice nearly a minute to get his head on strait and take a good look at the young girl on top of him. At the sight of Lydia nude, his jaw literally dropped a few feet. Lydia giggled at the look of absolute shock on Beetlejuice's face and she dreamily wondered what uses she could have for a boy who could extend his mouth out so far.

"Holy Toledo! Babes you have...and hair down there.... big round!" Beetlejuice sputtered as he took his first real look at Lydia's body. The extra fat from her valley girl meal had added a fine layer of flesh to Lydia's normally skinny body. Her chest had gone up a cup and her waist was much wider. But the weight wasn't what had Beetlejuice tongue-tied, it was the fact that Lydia wasn't just a girl, she was a woman. Her feminine curves and body hair told Beetlejuice that Lydia was well past puberty, something he had never thought about in the years he knew her. It sunk in quickly that his Lyds wasn't some kid that he hung out with anymore, she was a lady.

"Glad you noticed," Lydia purred as she lightly wiggled her butt on Beetlejuice's pinned body. She could see in his eyes that he was finally noticing her as more then just a friend. If she had known all it would take to have Beetlejuice notice her was to eat a classmate and strip down she would of done it years ago. As she shifted on top of her prone friend, something rubbed into the crevice between her buttocks.

"What's this?" Lydia chuckled, already knowing what she felt. She stared hotly at Beetlejuice, who feigned innocence with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Natural inflation?" He suggested in a cold sweat.

"Let's take a look," Lydia said with a wicked smile. Beetle juice tried to summon up an excuse not to look, but Lydia moved too fast, she had undone his belt bucket in seconds and pulled his pants down to his ankles even quicker. Lydia didn't even bat an eye at the colorful green a yellow smiley boxers Beetlejuice had on, they went down and Beetlejuice's 'natural inflation' sprang up. It swayed under Lydia's loving gaze, white and throbbing, just looking for attention. Lydia had never seen a man's penis before, but she knew when something was unnaturally big. She gaped at the thing, measuring it to be nearly a foot long. Beetlejuice's cock would intimidate any girl, but Lydia wasn't any girl. She saw a mountain that needed to be climbed and she was ready to mount it.

"Mine," was all Lydia said. She was claiming what she had come from and didn't care what the previous owner had to say. Beetlejuice watched Lydia eye his manhood, feeling like somehow he had been forgotten in all this. Finding the courage to speak, he tried to calm Lydia down before she made a mistake that destroyed their friendship.

"Lyds, this isn't you. Whatever's making you into a horny she-devil with a taste for bimbo's is controlling you. Listen to me, we can't just bang each other silly!" Beetlejuice's voice went low as he continued "Of course, we can bang each other silly after this is over though. Would be nice to get laid this century and that body of yours is a killer." His voice went back to normal as he continued to try and talk his friend down from on top of him. "Babes, don't make whatever making you go weird cause you to make a huge mistake. You know I believe in doing whatever you want, but you don't really want this. You got to get your head cleaned up and think this through!"

"I'm sorry, what did you say? I wasn't listening," Lydia asked as she hovered over Beetlejuice's cock. Lydia never gave Beetlejuice time to answer; slowly she started to sit down, letting out a loud sigh as the head of Beetlejuice's manhood opened up her sex. Beetlejuice watched and moaned himself as he slipped into Lydia's hot, wet pussy. As she felt his cock slowly entering her, she was in a small amount of pain because of her small size. She bit her lip as she kept lowering herself down in an ecstasy of pleasure and pain. She gasped as she reached the bottom of his cock, and sat there feeling herself clench around it everyone and awhile, making Beetlejuice squirm underneath her.

"Lyds!" Beetlejuice moaned as Lydia's pussy throbbed around him. The pleasure squashed all his worries and fears about what they were doing. The ghost with the most forgot about everything, but the sexy, plump girl impaled on top of him. Lydia stared down into Beetlejuice's eyes, feeling the same overwhelming pleasure that he was feeling. He was so much harder and bigger then her fingers, so much more filling. Licking her lips, Lydia started to pull herself up, exposing a few inches of Beetlejuice's glistening cock, before dropping down even faster. She slowly started a rhythm going as she went up and down on him. Her tits flopped back and forth to the rhythm of the slapping sound she made as she came down. Her partner had finally come to life and was making counterthrusts every time she rose up. Sweat glistened over their bodies and the two of them moaned and groaned at their combined efforts and the mounting mutual pleasure resulting from the unanticipated ride.

"More! More! More!" Lydia's screams grew louder as she bounced up and down, her desire for further pleasure was mounting. On his own, Beetlejuice moved his hands to the bouncing mounds atop Lydia's chest. He barely noticed his mouth start watering as he cupped his shakey hands around the soft orbs. He slowly began to massage each one, relishing in the amazing sensation of what he was doing combined with the tight grip around his member. The loudmouthed ghoul was lost in a sea of sexual pleasure, each wave of their movements growing more powerful until the ultimate tidal wave that would sweep them both into rapture. Beetlejuice grit his yellow teeth, feeling his climax approaching. Before he could cum, Lydia beat him to it.

Lydia exploded into the most powerful orgasm of her life and her cry of pleasure nearly shook the decrepit house Beetlejuice lived in. The vise-like tightening of her folds on his member was the last encouragement Beetlejuice needed to cum and cum hard. He felt his seed burst into Lydia's convulsing body, making her groan loudly with each spurt. Emotionally and physically exhausted, Lydia collapsed forward onto Beetlejuice's chest. Her eyes glassy and drool running down her chin, she stared up into Beetlejuice's panting white face, feeling something new fill her now that her sexual hunger had been sated.

"Beetlejuice," Lydia softly spoke, her voice void of any emotion. Still reeling from what had happened, Beetlejuice missed the lack of emotion in Lydia's voice. His mind was buzzing from the pleasure and possible ramifications of what he'd done. Wearily, he said, "Babes?"

All rational thought in her mind disappearing, Lydia cryptically replied, "I'm hungry."