Hard as a Special Board - Sex Stories

Hard as a Special Board

... properly express yourself was through a well-placed ‘fuck.’ Even if the Lord didn’t appreciate it.

“I can’t– oh, god.. I can’t do anything, it’s..” Claire protested. Her knees were suddenly pulled up from under her, unseating her criss-cross stance and brought her rolling onto her back.

“Oh my God, Claire! Knock it off! Go in the bathroom or something!” Audrey shrieked as the situation escalated further and further, completely oblivious to the fact that some attic-dwelling spectre was having their way with her friend.

“I’m not doing anything!” Claire pleaded.

“Yeah, you clearly are! Look, this is not what I meant by ‘experimenting’ when we were talking the.. other.. d– day..” slowly, Audrey’s cadence slowed to a halt. The wind had been let out of her sails as she watched Claire’s pants being undone. First, the aluminum button on her jeans popped free. Claire’s hands were on the ground, Audrey was sure of that. She could see them. Then, the zipper rolled down the front. Audrey double-checked Claire’s hands; still on the ground. Once the waistline of her jeans slipped off from around her waist and popped around her juicy bubble-butt, all bets were off. Once her clothing cleared the bottom of her ankle, it hung, suspended in the air for a full second before dropping to the ground.

“Oh.. my.. fucking.. God..” Giselle breathed whilst simultaneously lifting her smartphone up from her lap. The red LED recording light on the backside of the phone was ...

... glowing.

“It’s.. it’s..” Claire groaned, unable to properly form words anymore. Unseen hands were caressing the inside of her thighs. Unseen fingertips tap-danced in between her tits, tugging at the hemline of her bralet. Unseen hands had stripped her down to her underwear in front of her friends, and now those same unseen hands were pulling her panties to the side and exposing her dripping pussy. Claire looked over anxiously at her friends who were staring fixedly at this performance art going on in front of them.

“I can’t do anything..” she whispered, “.. and I don’t want to..” In a spasmodic motion that sent her entire body into a convulsion, Claire bucked her hips forward and arched her back while she let out a pornographic expulsion of pleasure from between her lips. The other three couldn’t see what was going on – not really, anyway – and were effectively getting half the show. In an astounding gesture of human-to-ghost relations, it appeared to them like their friend was currently getting eaten out by a spirit.

Claire could’ve corroborated that assumption if she had the willpower to stop moaning for a moment to speak. From her side, a tongue she couldn’t see was lashing back and forth in between the tender lips of her pink. She could feel the slimy, spectral appendage flick teasingly off of the sensitive nub of her clit. She had been gone down on before, but never like this – if that didn’t go without saying.

The poltergeist pleasuring the nubile, young woman was utterly ...