The League of Planets Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The League of Planets Ch. 02

... provide the most erotic delight. She whimpered, moaned and squirmed as her body began to respond again to the ghost's merciless rapture.

The swarm of fingers and lips took its time turning her panic into arousal, armed with years of experience honing its skills on various beings' anatomy. The ghostly silky caresses slowly stroked the hills and valleys of her skin searching for areas that would illicit a gasp, whimper or moan of pleasure.

After what seemed like hours Kirstin was writhing again, all thoughts of escape had been rendered moot by such deliberate seduction. It was too dark to make out the minute details of the ghostly form, though it had absolutely no trouble in tantalizing the minute details of her own body. It seemed to read her every desire as if each one of her movements were its very own script. Tiny caresses snaked across her body, using fingers, lips and cock to tease and gauge her reactions.

Her mind's eye could not keep up with the ways it explored between her thighs. The ghostly apparition seemed to know just how to cause her body to betray her; it had much experience in making one lose themselves to the desires of the flesh. So many touches caressed the lips of her sex while others sought out the delicate jewel nestled within, slowly circling until her clitoris was pulsating with arousal.

With each teasing touch, the ghostly apparition felt every micro muscular reaction and began to learn how Kirstin reacted to each second of teasing ...

... contacts. While Kirstin tried fruitlessly to escape the clutch of her captor, deep down she wondered how much this ghost was tapping into her most intimate desires. If only she knew what was to come, perhaps she'd have tried so much harder to fight. She still was not sure why it was treating her to such a whirlwind of pleasure, seducing her body like the most attentive of lovers.

However, the ghost would not give her the respite of caressing that sensitive clitoris the way she needed. It had given her orgasms beyond her experience, but now was content to drive her wild, but without her climatic release. For so long it had toyed with that little morsel, causing her hips to sway in a desperate bid to communicate that it had won her over. Instead, those little caresses continued to caress her folds with cruel fingertips, taking joy from every muscular twitch of anticipation.

The tongue at her clitoris slid and prodded tenderly like one hundred tongues all playing with their meal. As time went on though, and as it continued to arouse her pushing towards her climax, but never letting her achieve it and she'd soon understand that the ghost needed a massive climax to release it.

The erotic thunderstorm inside her raged until all other thoughts were pushed aside. The storm inside her continued to build until it was a tornado, twisting her body and wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her loins. It was pleasure beyond anything she could imagine, and it kept building until it was ...