Haunt Me Harder - Sex Stories

Haunt Me Harder

... exorcist.

“Mmmm, you’re wearing my favorite outfit.” Adam is on me first, his hands slide inside my apron over the bow at the waist and move up to my breasts as he kisses my neck. Ghosts are cold when you touch them, but so warm when they touch you. Adam starts caressing my breasts but never stops giving my neck attention.

“You’re feeling like a little slut today, aren’t you?” Lance’s hands trace my round butt until they reach the underbun and he gives my soft cheeks a firm squeeze. He adjusts a little deeper in the crack and squeezes again, I feel his breath on my neck over the wet patch of Adam’s ongoing kiss. Lance picks the same spot to kiss, now there are two pairs of superimposed lips kissing my neck.

“Is this your way of apologizing?” One of Dwayne’s hands wraps around my throat and gently squeezes as if to warn that he could wring the life out of me if he wanted. My gasp of playful fear turns us both on. His other grabs my right breast, still being gently massaged by Adam, and gives it a dominating clench. There are now six hands on me like I’m the plaything of some Buddhist deity.

“Maybe...” I reply in a breathless whimper. “What are you going to do to me?” See? Generic. Good enough for all three. I made up the names, by the way. They don’t seem to recall anything about their past life other than their wives. That also means no hidden cash or buried treasure, unfortunately.

“I have half a mind to skip dinner tonight.”

“I haven’t decided yet, but ...

... I’m going to start by bending you over this sink.”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to think of me whenever you sit down tomorrow. Maybe that'll help you remember to come home on time.” Dwayne claims I’m late no matter what time I come home. I think he's from a time when men felt emasculated by working women.

All six hands are on my breasts now as three jeans bulges rub against my bare butt. Ghosts smell like incense and coriander (no idea why). Just a hint of that fragrance makes me wet like the mouth of Pavlov’s dog, and right now I’m practically bathing in the pungent aroma. I part my legs and hold on to the sides of the sink, knowing how wild of a ride awaits me.

“Oh fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck,” I scream to myself since Adam doesn’t like it when I swear. Three cocks are penetrating my pussy from behind. They don’t take the space of three cocks, thankfully (all three of my husbands are on the large side). It’s still an unparalleled experience as they each have a completely different feel, tempo, and forcefulness. Adam is into slow, languorous thrusts, Lance humps me like a horny rabbit, and Dwayne wants to spank my ass red with his crotch. To them, it’s just standing doggy with the dutiful spouse. To me, it’s a multifaceted orgasmic experience that has forever ruined mortal sex. If you don't have a triplicating cock, I swipe left.

Hands squeeze my waist, breasts, and neck all at the same time. My husbands are coming. Ectoplasmic jizz seems to dissipate ...