Hard as a Special Board - Sex Stories

Hard as a Special Board

... fuck. Why would I say some suspect ass shit like that? It just means I’mma have to play this game longer,” Giselle clapped with the practiced sass she had been cultivating throughout her entire senior year.

Audrey studied her friend’s face intently, waiting for her to bust up and begin her high-pitched ‘I got you, bitch’ cackle that she had similarly refined down to a savant-level talent. Hunter watched the stand-off through a faceful of bleached-silver hair that hid most of her pale, powdered face adorned with a look of amusement. Meanwhile, Claire was furiously wiggling her hands in the direction of her three cohorts in a desperate attempt to get their attention.

“Guys.. “ Claire breathed, her body writhing around side to side as her hips kicked back and forth rhythmically. Her head tilted to the side as if pushed, throwing one of her auburn pigtails into her face and the other one bouncing off the side of her head. Hunter was the first one to notice this development in the evening when she turned her mute gaze toward Claire. Her jaw fell slack at the sight of red kiss imprints materializing out of the ether onto Claire’s exposed neck.

“Guys.. “ Claire all but moaned as well-defined lipstick marks bloomed into existence, one by one, down from the lobe of her ear and down the side of her tender, sensitive flesh. As if her expression couldn’t get any more shocked, Hunter looked back at the other two while static electricity crackled in the air between their ...

... locked gazes. There wasn’t much that the girl could do to grab her friend’s attention, so she began tugging on the corner of Audrey’s puffy, pink blouse sleeve. Meanwhile, the ghostly assault on their supernaturally seduced friend advanced.

Had any of the girls been watching, the buttons on Claire’s top would appear to be popping open one-by-one by themselves, all the while the ginger girl who was also looking red in the face watched intently. She made no measure of protest to stop the spiritual onslaught, even after her top fell away from around her shoulders and draped onto her palms. After a beat, the illusory kiss prints picked up where they left off, continuing down from Claire’s neck and progressed in between her well-endowed jugs. Propped up one hand behind her back and her legs spread, the bewitched mortal reached down and pushed a hand up over her crotch. She gasped meekly, as if having just been violated in some way.

It was at that moment that Audrey finally stopped her stare-down to give Hunter the attention she was whimpering for. With a whip of her blond hair, she rounded on Hunter with a dirty look locked and loaded – only to be halted in a dead stop once she saw the spectacle on the other side of the game board.

“Claire, what the fuck are you doing?!” the upright, church girl cried out. The swear warbled out from her lips in a timid, almost involuntary way. When you’re watching your best friend rubbing her pussy in front of you, sometimes the only way to ...