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Itch Versus Scratch	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Ghost and Molly McGee Views: 1915 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Unattainable
I can hardly believe it, Molly thought as she walked to school. I’ve had sex with Darryl AND Libby AND Mom and Dad, and all of it was awesome! I’ve got to try sex with even more people!
For a moment, she wondered if it would be more difficult to charm, say, an attractive classmate into having sex with her. But it occurred to her that getting her brother and her parents to break the incest taboo had to be more difficult than seducing virtually anyone else.
Does that mean I can do it with anyone I want?
It was an exciting thought. While Molly didn’t have a crush on any particular boy, there were several cute ones at school she’d be happy to get it on with. And now that she’d discovered the joy of sex with girls, that doubled her options, because her school had plenty of female cuties, too.
Where do I even start? Molly thought eagerly. Do I make a list of all the hotties and then do them in alphabetical order? Hmm, now that I think about it, who says I have to do them one at a time? I could throw an Everybody Fuck Molly party! Cute boys bonin’ me, cute girls lickin’ me, it would be epic!
She stopped walking for a moment and forced her mind to slow down. Getting carried away had been the downfall of more than one Molly McGee scheme, and she definitely didn’t want that to happen this time.
Before I throw a big orgy party, she thought soberly as she started moving again, I need to find out if I can really have ANYONE. Which means I need to find the most unattainable person at school and have sex with them. But who would that be?
Instantly, she felt silly for asking the question, even just in her head. Because the answer couldn’t have been more obvious.
***
“Darryl,” Scratch said, “we need to talk.”
Darryl, who was searching his school locker for his slingshot, saw Scratch’s head in the top cubby and raised an eyebrow.
“Since when do you ever say ‘We need to talk’?” Darryl asked.
“Since you and Molly started getting freaky with each other!” Scratch replied, emerging from the locker to float in front of Darryl. “And your parents!”
Darryl glanced around to ensure that no one was watching or listening, then said, “Look, I don’t know how any of that happened, but it was amazing. Maybe you oughta try it.”
Haughtily, Scratch retorted, “As a ghost, I’m above such bodily temptations.”
“Dude, you’re eating a spicy Italian hoagie right now.”
Scratch looked down at the half-eaten sandwich in his hands. Then he shrugged.
“My point is,” Scratch continued, “something strange is going on with Molly, and we need to fix it.”
“Fix it?” Darryl replied. “What’s to fix? Molly’s more fun than ever! As a matter of fact, when we get home from school, I’m gonna see if she wants to come to my room and-”
“Okay, fine!” Scratch interrupted. “I’m obviously talking to the wrong McGee. Scratch out.” He vanished through the wall.
Darryl closed the locker and ambled off to class. He’d have time to find the slingshot later; the eighth graders hadn’t even started making the balloon arch for their Friday night dance yet.
***
Gym class had just ended, and now Molly was in the locker room with the other girls. She was deliberately biding her time, waiting for the right moment to approach her target: the beautiful, stylish, and uber-popular Andrea Davenport. Moving in on the girl while she was in the middle of changing seemed like too much too soon, so Molly was watching Andrea out of the corner of her eye, waiting for her to finish getting dressed. But the waiting was giving Molly a lot of time for self-doubt.
Is this really a good idea? she thought. I mean yes, Andrea’s hot, and I’d love to get physical with her, but maybe I’ve set the bar too high, here.
But Molly quickly banished these thoughts, because the challenge was the whole point. If she could not only charm the panties off of Andrea but do it at school, in the middle of the day, maybe even in front of the other girls in the locker room, it would prove that Molly’s powers of seduction had no limits—that Molly could have anyone, anywhere, at any time.
Andrea finished dressing, so Molly took a deep breath and approached her. As Molly drew close, she found herself taking a really good look at Andrea’s face: her big, light-brown eyes with the little freckles by the corners, her cute upturned nose, her flawless skin, and that shiny blue hair that seemed to dare you to suggest that it hadn’t always been that color. Well below that, there were her toned legs, which her dark-purple tights showed off nicely. And in between, under that purple hoodie and short skirt, a slim body whose shape Molly had only caught glimpses of before now, when she’d seen Andrea in an evening gown or her softball uniform. Molly was getting warm all over just thinking about it.
Okay, Molly thought, maybe the challenge isn’t the WHOLE point.
“Hey, Andrea,” Molly said, trying to sound maximally seductive and minimally nervous.
“Molly!” Andrea replied. “How are you, cutie?”
Had those words come from anyone else, Molly would have considered this a promising start to the conversation. But Andrea’s faux enthusiasm, faux sweetness, and faux-ness in general felt like barriers that Molly would have to overcome somehow. Did Andrea even know how to stop doing that stuff and just be normal, or was she “on” twenty-four/seven? The very thought was exhausting, even for the perpetually energetic Molly.
“I’m great, Andrea!” Molly replied. “I was noticing how good you look in your gym shorts. You must have a terrific exercise routine.”
To Molly’s surprise, Andrea’s cheeks went a bit rosy. That had to be genuine; Andrea could fake a lot of things, but nobody could fake-blush.
Andrea found Molly’s compliment on her body to be a rather pleasant surprise. The blue-haired middle schooler had always been attracted to girls, but she had never really thought of Molly as a girl she could be with, meltingly cute and upbeat though she was. But now, the way Molly was looking at her was making Andrea feel flushed—everywhere.
“Well, I do my best to work my quads and glutes,” Andrea replied. Then, in a sultry tone that belied her choice of words, she added, “It’s so sweet of you to notice.”
OMG, Molly thought. Is this actually working?
If so, it wasn’t just working on Andrea. As Molly looked at her classmate’s well-toned body, she felt a growing warmth between her thighs. And when her eyes moved back up to Andrea’s face—her flushed cheeks, her big pupils, her pouty lips—Molly’s urges grew so strong that she couldn’t stop herself from reaching around Andrea, putting a hand on the small of her back, and sliding it down until it was cupping one cheek of the girl’s ass.
“It’s so firm,” Molly breathed. “And so round…and so perfect…”
“Oh, Molly,” Andrea gasped, putting her arms around Molly and pulling the girl’s face to within inches of hers. “I have to confess…you’re so cute I can hardly stand it sometimes…and right now, I really, really need to-”
Too eager even to finish her sentence, Andrea closed the last few inches of space between their lips and kissed Molly ardently. Molly returned to the kiss with equal fervor while putting her other arm around Andrea so that she could squeeze the girl’s tight bottom with both hands. Andrea made an excited “Mmmmh!” sound into Molly’s mouth.
Molly was so absorbed in making out with Andrea that it took her a minute to notice, out of the corner of her eye, that a few of the other girls in the locker room were making out with one another, too. And that pretty much all the girls were in the process of taking their clothes off.
Before Molly knew it, every girl in the locker room had stripped down to nothing. And then little redheaded Robyn from the softball team ran jaybird-naked out the double doors and across the hallway, where she threw open the double doors of the boys’ locker room. Molly caught a glimpse of Robyn’s cute little ass through the doorway before the doors of the girls’ locker room closed behind her.
“Guys!” Molly heard Robyn shout. “Get in here!”
Molly couldn’t see what was happening in the hallway, but she could hear the various responses of the boys.
“Holy cow!” “Is she naked?” “Get in where?” “I don’t care, I’m going!” “Me too!” “Heck yeah!”
The double doors burst open again, and Robyn came streaking through them (in two senses of the word), giggling like a maniac as she ran. Then, before the doors could even begin to close, several boys in various states of dress dashed in. They were hot on Robyn’s tail, but they all stopped short when they saw that they were surrounded by naked girls.
The boy in the front of the group, who was wearing only a T-shirt and jockey shorts, murmured, “Whaaaaaaat…?”
Slim, dark-haired Sheela, butt naked save for her red glasses, dashed up to the nearest boy: Weylon, a tall blonde boy who wore nothing but a towel and his green disc earrings. Sheela yanked the towel off before she threw her arms around Weylon’s neck and kissed him fervently while squeezing his bare ass in both hands. Weylon made a sound of happy surprise in her mouth, then reached down and squeezed Sheela’s ass in return.
Pink-haired Kat was by far the biggest girl in Molly’s class and was also the only one who had yet made it beyond the training-bra stage. She seized West, a slim Black boy with a blonde dye job, and pulled him to her until his face was between her bare boobs. She used her hands to rub her breasts against his cheeks as she said, “Oh, yeahhhh, that’s some good boy-face…”
Libby wasn’t sure what to do. She was horny and getting hornier by the second, and she really would have liked to have some more intimate fun with Molly. But Molly seemed to be very busy with Andrea, and Libby didn’t want to intrude.
Suddenly Jeremy, a tall boy with braces and long, blonde hair that covered his eyes, appeared in front of Libby.
“Libby,” the boy gasped desperately, grabbing his throbbing cock as though it were aching unbearably. “I need to put it in you.”
Libby looked down at the boy’s crotch. Not only was his cock fiercely hard, but it was radiating heat like crazy. Heat that made Libby feel like she was melting on the inside. And while Libby had no experience with boy-girl sex, she’d read plenty about it in the romance section of her mom’s bookstore, and she’d been intrigued by the idea even before her hygge-inspired liaison with Molly had amped up her sexual desires.
“Um, well,” Libby stammered, “‘in me’ seems like a good place for it.” Then she seized Jeremy and kissed him fiercely.
Robyn felt a pang of disappointment that none of the boys who had chased her into the locker room had actually caught her. Then, suddenly, another boy burst into the room: Darryl. The boy gawked at the naked redhead.
“I knew something sexy was going on in here!” Darryl cried, overjoyed that his strange gut feeling had been justified. He would figure out an excuse later for suddenly leaping out of his chair and running out of math class.
Robyn didn’t much care what had brought Darryl to the locker room, or that he was two years her junior. At this moment, the only characteristics of Darryl’s that mattered to her were that he was a boy and that he was obviously horny. So she ran right up to him, kissed him hard, and thrust her tongue into his mouth even as she wrestled his jacket off. Darryl’s cock went instantly hard in his pants, and he and Robyn alternated between making out like crazy and stripping off the rest of his clothes.
By this time, Sheela and Weylon had taken a brief break from making out to courageously dash naked out into the gym and drag a pile of gym mats back into the girls’ locker room. Now, the two of them were on one of those mats, deep-kissing as vigorously as they were dry-humping. Although the dry-humping wasn’t terribly dry, as Weylon was rubbing the underside of his cock against Sheela’s very wet pussy.
Sheela reached down between them and seized the boy’s steel-hard cock, then pulled her tongue out of the boy’s mouth and panted, “Do it.”
“Do what?” Weylon gasped.
“IT!” Sheela hollered.
Thoroughly encouraged, Weylon raised his hips up, allowing Sheela to put his cockhead between her hot, wet folds and position it right at her entrance. The horny boy couldn’t hold back another second and shoved in, making Sheela scream with excitement. And her screaming only got louder when he started fucking her hard.
Kat had released West’s face from between her boobs and was now making out with him avidly. Being almost a head shorter than Kat, West had no trouble reaching around her and groping her ample ass as they kissed. Kat broke off the kiss and looked down at her partner with a feral and eager grin.
“I’m gonna suck your dick till your eyes fall out,” she said, her voice hoarse with lust. Then she giggled and added, “I heard that in a movie once.”
She dropped to her knees in front of West. Then, finding that kneeling didn’t quite get her face down to eye level with the boy’s member, she sat down on the floor, extending her chubby legs to either side of West’s feet.
“But seriously,” Kat breathed, “I wanna suck this thing.” Then she took West’s cock into her mouth, and the boy closed his eyes and moaned.
Molly and Andrea had taken one of the gym mats and placed it more or less in the center of the locker room. Now, Molly was on top of Andrea, her hips between Andrea’s wide-open thighs, grinding against her as they made out fiercely.
Two more boys had just entered the room, drawn by a burning urge powerful enough to make them forget that boys weren’t allowed in the girls’ locker room. Tyrus—a short Latino boy with straight black hair who wore a blue baseball cap backwards—was in the lead, and when he came around a bank of lockers and saw everything that was happening inside the room, the flames of his burning need rose higher.
Right behind Tyrus was Nashua, a Black boy of similarly short stature who wore the same baseball hat but in green and with the brim forward. He felt his lust flare at the sight of the naked Molly and Andrea making out on the floor.
Molly, lying on top of Andrea, was facing away from the two new boys. Which meant that Tyrus was now looking directly at the tightest, cutest, most irresistible naked ass he’d ever seen or even heard of, and his fiery lust went supernova.
Molly, being completely absorbed in the magnificent task of exploring the inside of Andrea’s perfect mouth with her tongue, was unaware that Tyrus was approaching her from behind. Nor was she aware of it when he rapidly stripped naked and hurled his clothes away. She wasn’t even aware of it when the boy knelt down behind her, between Andrea’s open legs.
But Molly was most certainly aware of it when Tyrus put the head of his cock, already slicked with a great deal of precum, against her tight virgin asshole and pushed much of his length inside in one thrust.
“MMMMMPH!” Molly squealed, the sound muffled because her mouth was completely covered by Andrea’s.
Yet when Tyrus started pumping his cock in Molly’s tight rear hole, Molly made no move to stop him. On the contrary, the sensation of that cock penetrating her ass seemed to magnify the pleasure that came from Andrea’s tongue penetrating her mouth, so Molly began to move forward and back on top of Andrea to make Tyrus’s thrusts go in deeper.
Molly broke off their kiss and gasped in Andrea’s ear, “Oh God…Andrea…he’s fucking…my ass…”
Andrea could tell that this was anything but a complaint, and even though Andrea had never thought of anal sex as something she might want to try, she saw how much Molly was enjoying it and wanted a piece of the same action. Fortunately, Nashua was standing there watching the three-way action, seemingly paralyzed by his own lust as the crotch of his jeans bulged.
So Andrea slid out from underneath Molly, leaving the girl on all fours as Tyrus assfucked her. Then Andrea got into the same position, facing Molly.
“Oh, Nash, you big hunk of boy-goodness,” she called with her trademark sweetness. Pointing at a tall, padded cube and then at his erect member, she went on, “Could you bring that tumbling block and that sweet dick over here? If you do, I’ll let you back-door me like Tyrus is doing with Molly.”
The invitation seemed to knock Nashua out of his paralysis. He grabbed the block and put it right where Andrea indicated. Andrea then shoved the block partway under Molly’s torso so that the girl could stay in the same position without having to use her arms to hold up her front half. Andrea then got into the same position opposite Molly, their faces mere inches apart.
Nashua undressed as hurriedly as his friend had. Then he got down on his knees behind Andrea and spent a split second admiring the girl’s cute, freckled ass before spreading her cheeks open with his hands, putting his precum-slicked cockhead against her asshole, and pushing in.
“Oh fuck yes!” Andrea cried. Then she thrust her lips against Molly’s, and the two girls resumed their deep kissing even as they moaned in rhythm with the thrusts of the boys fucking their asses.
Libby and Jeremy were now sitting on one of the gym mats on the floor. Or rather, Jeremy was sitting on the mat, and Libby was sitting on his lap facing him. Her eyes were closed and her lips were open as she moved slowly up and down on Jeremy’s cock.
Since her hygge-tryst with Molly, Libby had found herself with a lot of questions, including whether she and/or Molly were lesbians and whether, at age thirteen, she’d already had the peak sexual experience of her lifetime. But now it was clear to Libby that she wasn’t a lesbian—at least, not exclusively—and that there were a great many more wonderful sexual experiences just waiting to be had. This being one, because feeling Jeremy’s member moving inside her was beyond delightful.
Molly was in absolute heaven. Her previous sexual experiences had been fun and sexy and even beautiful, but getting assfucked for the first time while making out fiercely with the hottest girl in school was the most exciting thing she’d done yet. Her tongue was deep in Andrea’s mouth, and Andrea’s tongue was deep in hers; Molly was loving the sensation of penetrating and being penetrated, especially while being penetrated even more deeply from behind.
She reached one hand back, thrusting it between her pubis and the surface of the tumbling block so she could rub her clit. Which, it turned out, was like throwing rocket fuel on a bonfire.
“Mmm! Mmmmh! MMMMMHHH!” she screamed into Andrea’s mouth as she climaxed. Her asshole seized Tyrus’s cock, and then the boy was shouting and firing hot seed deep into Molly’s ass, making her orgasm even more powerful. Andrea was so turned on by the muffled sounds of Molly’s ecstasy that she had only to rub her engorged clit against the edge of the tumbling block before she came too, screaming into Molly’s mouth just as Molly was screaming into hers and feeling Nashua’s hot semen flood into her as the boy came along with her.
Tyrus pulled out of Molly’s ass, and Nashua pulled out of Andrea’s. The two girls broke off their kissing to gasp for breath.
By this time, even more kids had been drawn into the locker-room orgy and were participating enthusiastically. Belinda, a small Black girl with poofy hair and big brown eyes, was bent forward with her forearms braced against a locker as a red-haired boy wearing only a Brighton Middle School sports jersey fucked her hard from behind. Abigail, a White girl with light-brown hair, was on her back on a gym mat, her slightly chubby legs raised high in the air as the grunting long-haired Asian boy on top of her pumped her hard.
Feeling Tyrus’ cum leak from her ass and run down the backs of her thighs, Molly thought excitedly, I feel so DIRTY. I guess that makes me a slut. And I love it!
The thought of being a slut opened the floodgates of Molly’s sexual imagination. She pictured more boys lining up behind Tyrus, all of them naked and erect, each one anxiously awaiting his turn to plunge his hard member into Molly’s pussy or ass. And she imagined girls lining up, too, to make out with Molly, suck her nipples, push their own nipples into her eager mouth, finger her pussy, touch her all over…
But first, Molly thought, gimme more Andrea!
***
Scratch had returned to the McGee house and found neither Sharon nor Pete there. Although now that he had schlepped all the way back home, it occurred to him that maybe there was no point in talking to them anyway. Given their recent behavior, they obviously were as brainwashed—or whatever it was—as their kids, so they probably couldn’t be reasoned with.
No, Scratch realized, if he were going to find the cause of all this madness, he needed to go to where it all had begun. Or rather, to the ghosts it had begun with. So he portaled to the ghost world.
He wound up downtown, in a square where the readings from every misery meter were put up on a big screen for all to see. Scratch saw the number for Brighton, and his fists clenched.
***
Molly had essentially tackled Andrea to the floor and now had her face thrust between the blue-haired girl’s smooth, toned thighs. Molly had never realized how exciting it would be to eat out another girl, but she was finding it a major turn-on. So when another boy—she didn’t see, know, or care which one—came up behind her and shoved his very hard cock into her pussy, she was more than wet enough for him to get all the way in on the first thrust. Molly screamed delightedly into Andrea’s pussy and then resumed eating her with even more gusto.
Nearby, a girl in glasses who had only just entered the locker room was stripping off her clothes in front of the naked and still horny Tyrus and Nashua. The moment the girl was nude, the boys pressed their bodies against hers from in front and behind, touching her all over and taking turns making out with her. Then the trio descended onto a gym mat, where Nashua fucked her doggy style while she eagerly sucked Tyrus’ cock.
Libby was still on Jeremy’s lap, but her slow up-and-down movements had given way to rapid bouncing. The boy’s blonde bangs covered his eyes, but Libby could feel his eagerness in the fervor with which his big hands gripped her ass and helped her ride him.
Likewise, Sheela and Weylon were hard at it, the big boy’s hips thrusting fast between Sheela’s tawny, wide-open legs. Sheela’s hips bucked beneath his as the girl panted and sweated with effort and intense arousal.
West’s slim, dark, boyish ass made for a stark contrast with Kat’s pale, huge, round one as the boy pounded the pink-haired girl’s pussy from behind on one of the gym mats. Kat was down on her forearms with her knees spread wide to keep her pussy at the height of the kneeling West’s crotch, and she panted and gasped nonstop, her eyes squeezed shut so she could concentrate on the sensation of the boy’s hard cock slamming into her eager cunt again and again. Belinda and Abigail were going at it just as hard with their boys.
Darryl would have been happy just to fuck Molly again. And he would have been even happier to fuck a different girl, to find out what that was like, especially if she was a teenager like Molly. But fucking a different teenage girl in the middle of a locker-room orgy was something Darryl could not have even imagined, let alone hoped for.
So now, the boy was on top of cute, red-haired Robyn, who was just small enough that Darryl could look right down at her face as he plowed her almost-hairless pussy with much of his considerable energy and enthusiasm.
“Harder…” Robyn gasped. “Fuck…me…harder…”
Darryl plowed Robyn with all his might, and Robyn fucked him back just as hard.
***
In the ghost world, Misty and Maxwell were floating down a quiet street when Scratch suddenly emerged from a ghost portal directly in front of them, his eyes slitted with anger. The kids immediately turned to flee—only to find Shady Sadie right behind them, looking similarly incensed.
Scratch seized each of the kids by the back of the neck and held them in the air while they scrambled uselessly. Sadie leaned in so her face was inches from theirs.
“You two ripped me off,” Sadie growled. “Now that the Linseed Oil Festival is over, joy in Okonohaw is going up! I should have known that an event even lamer than Turnip Fest would cause more misery than happiness.”
“And on top of that,” Scratch snarled, “you kids made a big mess in the human world. So you’re gonna fix it!”
“We didn’t do anything!” Maxwell protested. “We don’t even know what you’re talking about!”
“Oh, you didn’t do anything, huh?” Scratch retorted. “Well, you sure didn’t rig Brighton’s joy meter, because that needle is going higher every minute! Which means you owe me.”
“And me!” Sadie barked.
Misty, summoning up as much haughtiness as she could manage, looked at Scratch and replied, “So you’re going to make us help you with your human friend? Because it would be too bad if the Ghost Council found out about her.”
“Oh, I know if the Ghost Council gets wind of this, they’ll send me to the Flow of Failed Phantoms for sure,” Scratch said. “But if I’m going to the Flow…” He glowered fiercely, his eyes growing huge and fiery as he finished, “…I’m taking you WITH ME.”
“Okay! Okay! We’ll help!” Maxwell cried, raising his hands in surrender. “Except we honestly don’t know what’s wrong with your friend!”
“Ummm,” Misty said, looking away, “that’s not exactly true.”
Maxwell’s eyes slid sideways toward his sister.
“Mistyyyyy, what are you talking about?”
“Welllll,” the ghost-girl replied, “I might have had…an Itch.”
“An itch?” Scratch repeated. “Well why didn’t you get some ointment, or- Oh, wait, you mean an Itch. As in one of those little pink ghosts that make you horny.”
“How would you even get one of those?” Maxwell demanded.
“There was this boy a while back,” Misty replied. “We fooled around a little.”
“And you never told me about this?!” Maxwell cried.
“It was just ghost sex; I barely even felt it,” Misty countered. “I didn’t think it was worth mentioning. And by the time I started getting horny all the time and figured out that he’d given me an Itch, you were already gung-ho about hopping into some human bodies so we could fuck, so I just went with it.”
“Well then,” Scratch said, “you’re gonna have to ‘go with it’ again.”
***
By now, Molly and Andrea had more or less switched roles: Molly was on all fours while Andrea enthusiastically ate her pussy from behind—rubbing her clit and not minding at all that she was swallowing the load of the cute dark-haired boy who had just fucked Molly, even if Andrea couldn’t remember the boy’s name—and Molly sucked that boy’s cock. Molly found it thrilling to give and receive oral sex simultaneously, especially when both a boy and a girl were involved. It seemed that participating in an orgy was a good way to discover one’s particular sexual interests.
Libby was bouncing like absolute mad on top of Jeremy, and both of them were gasping, moaning, and shouting their pleasure. Sheela and Weylon, sweating and panting like savage beasts, were fucking as hard as they possibly could. West was absolutely pounding Kat’s pussy from behind, making the pink-haired girl’s big ass jiggle wildly. Tyrus and Nashua were now both sitting down facing each other while the girl in glasses moved up and down rapidly in their laps with their cocks buried in her pussy and asshole.
Darryl was panting so hard that he could only barely speak, and yet he had to.
“Robyn…I’m…gonna…cum…inside you…”
“Not yet!” Robyn cried. “I just…need…a little…more…”
***
Now that he knew that Molly had an Itch, Scratch didn’t have much trouble locating Molly in the world of the living; now that he knew to look for it, he could feel the pull of its urges through his connection with her. He opened a portal and yanked Misty through it with him—straight into the Brighton Middle School girls’ locker room.
“Holy Fizzarolli!” Scratch cried, slapping his hands over his eyes. This was as ineffective as ever, so Scratch was forced to take in the sight of the orgy happening all around him, including the naked Molly getting eaten out from behind by the equally naked Andrea while Molly sucked the cock of some boy whose name Scratch couldn’t even recall.
“Oh. Wow,” Misty said, looking around at all the fornicating kids. “I can’t believe one Itch did all this.”
“It’s a middle school!” Scratch barked. “These kids’ brains are soaked in hormones. Now get to it!”
With visible reluctance, Misty floated to a spot directly above Molly and then moved down into her. Molly’s eyes glowed blue for a moment, and there was a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it pink flash as the Itch jumped from her to Misty.
“Mmmm…” Misty moaned around Molly’s mouthful of cock. Then Molly’s arousal and the Itch’s lust hit her all at once, and she cried, “Mmmm! Mmmm! MMMMMMMM!” as she and Molly came.
The boy she was sucking off also shouted in ecstasy and shot his load into her mouth while Andrea pulled her face out from between Molly’s slim thighs to cry out in orgasmic pleasure.
“Now!” Darryl shouted, fucking Robyn furiously. “I…gotta…cum…NOW!”
“Yes!” Robyn screamed. “Do it! DO IT!”
“AAAAAAH!” Darryl screamed, and then Robyn was screaming along with him.
It was like a chain reaction: Each teenager’s cry of ecstasy seemed to set off others in a cacophony of orgasmic screams. Soon, the locker room floor was covered in spent, sweaty, naked middle schoolers.
In moments, post-nut clarity settled over the entire group. Most of the boys were suddenly very conscious of the fact that they were in the girls’ locker room; they quickly picked up their scattered clothes and towels and departed as the girls covered their naked bodies and fled to the showers. Misty exited Molly’s body and muttered something about going to a clinic before she portaled back to the ghost world.
***
That night, after the McGees sat down for dinner, Molly saw her parents give each other a crooked half-frown that she recognized as their “We need to talk to the kids about something deeply uncomfortable” expression. Scratch had already explained to Molly about the Itch, but Molly hadn’t yet broached the subject with her mom and dad, not least because she wasn’t sure whether or how to tell them about her sexual activities with Libby and especially the orgy at school.
“We were all under the influence of…something, recently,” Sharon began.
“But now we’re not,” Pete said. “So things can go back to normal.”
“And,” Sharon added, “we never ever need to talk about what happened ever again.”
“Right,” Pete agreed.
Molly nodded. She was glad that things were back to normal, and especially that she was back to normal.
But under the gladness, she felt a surprising amount of disappointment. Did she really want to not have sex anymore? Or at least not for years to come?
But something deep down inside her told her not to worry. Because Itch or no Itch, the desires that had affected her and her family and friends didn’t seem like the kind of genie you could just cram back into the bottle. Sooner or later, like the mighty turnip, their sexual selves would rise to the surface.
***
Being exhausted from the day’s events, Molly went up to her room early and knocked out her homework as quickly as she could, then got ready for bed. She was just getting a pair of pajamas out of her dresser when Scratch materialized.
“You doing okay?” the ghost asked. “Cuz that was quite a day.”
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
“I still can’t believe I fell for those kids’ scam. And that you got an ectoplasmically transmitted disease because of it.”
“It’s okay,” Molly replied. “I wanted to believe them, too. Sometimes you try to do the right thing, and you get burned. But you’ve just got to rub some cocoa butter on it and keep on trying!” Scratch chuckled.
Molly put the pajamas on her bed, then pulled her shirt off. Scratch exclaimed, “Aw, jeez!” as he again uselessly clapped his hands over his eyes. Then he turned around to face away from Molly.
“Scratch,” Molly said, pulling on her pajama top, “I don’t have the Itch anymore, so why does it still bother you when I take my clothes off? Am I…Do you think I’m…ugly, or something? Maybe by ghost standards, I don’t have the best-”
“No!” Scratch interrupted, still assiduously looking at the wall. “No, it’s not that, for sure. It’s just because…because…”
Scratch took a deep breath, then said, “Because without the Itch, you wouldn’t just get undressed like that in front of your friends, or your family. It kinda makes me feel like…like you don’t think of me as a person.”
Horrified, Molly put her hands to her face.
“Oh, Scratch, it’s not like that at all!” she cried. “It’s just that we share this room, and you were here first, so I don’t want to put you out by asking you to look away all the time. I definitely think of you as a person! I mean, we couldn’t be besties if you weren’t one.”
She ran up behind him, threw her arms around him, and held him tight as she went on, “I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. ‘Cause you’re my big blue blob of bestie, and I love you.”
Scratch turned around in her arms and hugged her in return as he murmured, “I love you too, Mol.”
After a long moment, they let go of each other,
“Now,” Molly said brightly, “I need to finish getting my PJs on. So turn around, would ya?”
With a smile, Scratch said, “Glad to,” and turned his back.
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Many thanks to Fairy Slayer for beta-reading.
Author notes:
-This story was initially going to consist of just the first chapter (ie, Molly and Darryl becoming possessed, having sex, and then becoming un-possessed thanks to Scratch). I also had an idea for a separate story about Molly and Libby engaging in hygge that turns into lovemaking. I was well into writing the first story when it occurred to me that the second story could follow directly from it, and then ideas for two more chapters hit me (because how could I write a TGAMM porn story that didn’t involve series hotties Sharon McGee and Andrea Davenport?), and here we are.
- I had trouble coming up with a title for this story, so I asked for ideas on the AdultFanfiction forum. Fellow author Wilde_Guess made a few different suggestions, including “Scratch Tries Stopping the Itch,” which I modified to “Itch Versus Scratch.”
- The title suggestion gave me the idea to make the Itch an actual entity. It was inspired by the sadness-bringing sobgoblins, which appear in a couple of episodes of TGAMM.
- There’s a bit in chapter 4 where Sheela tells Weylon to “Do it,” and when he asks, “Do what?” she hollers, “IT!” This dialogue was inspired by an episode of Phineas and Ferb in which Candace tells her brothers, “You’re gonna get it!” and when Phineas asks “Get what?” she shouts “IT!”
- It took a LOT of looking around on The Ghost and Molly McGee Wiki to find enough of Molly’s male classmates for the orgy scene. Most of these characters only appear in 1 or 2 episodes. All their names are canonical except Weylon, who appears on the show but is never named. I’m not sure now how I chose the name Weylon for him, but I guess I was going for something unusual because many of Molly’s classmates have either unusual names or common names with unusual spellings.
- Whereas Molly has a catchphrase she uses when she’s startled or scared (“Sweet baby corn!”), Scratch does not, so I had him shout “Holy Fizzarolli!” when he sees the orgy in the locker room. This is a reference to the YouTube animated series Helluva Boss, which has a recurring demon character named Fizzarolli. (If Scratch were in Hell instead of the ghost world, he and Fizzarolli would probably get along.)
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