Hard as a Special Board - Sex Stories

Hard as a Special Board

... incorporeal from Claire’s end of the electromagnetic spectrum. In a truly bizarre sight for her audience members, the squirming girl would occasionally reach down and make an attempt to rest her hand on top of the head that should have been nestled in between her legs. To as much of a surprise as the chick currently enthralled by the tongue-lashing as the ones watching her, Claire’s hand would hesitate at the spot where a head would be, and then pass through. It seemed, then, that she didn’t have much of a say in the situation. Once she had gotten over the idea of being fucked by a ghost in front of her three closest friends, it didn’t matter to Claire one way or the other. Besides, if the ghost could touch them, but they couldn’t touch the ghost, she considered herself fortunate that the her spectral suitor wanted to fuck her and not kill her. In that way, she was taking one for the team, she figured.

“It feels so good, you guys..” Claire moaned. It wasn’t as though the other girls didn’t know that. They could see her blushing face, sweaty forehead, convulsing hips, and stiffies that were poking against the fabric of her bralet. Audrey, ever the opportunist, looked over at Giselle.

“Believe it now?” she asked without making an attempt to hide the self-satisfaction in her voice. Giselle arched her eyebrows again and looked over at her friend. Her chin tilted down, her eyes flicked towards Audrey’s chest, and she guffawed.

“Yeah, and apparently this is doing things ...

... to you, too!” Giselle retorted. In a flash of motion, she reached over and flicked one of Audrey’s nipples that were firm enough to be visible through her blouse. Audrey yelped and smacked Giselle in the shoulder in defense.

“Shut up!” she cried, crossing her arms over her chest to hide the evidence of he arousal. Once the bickering pair had simmered down, a distinct moan quivered from behind them. Giselle looked over at Claire, who was still getting the tonguefucking of her life, and narrowed her gaze. Leaning back, she peered around Audrey to get a look at their silent friend. Hunter was leant back onto one hand, almost mimicking Claire, and was completely nude from the waist down. Her free hand was snaked in between her thighs and furiously stroking at her sensitive mound.

“Oh my god, bitch! What the fuck! Have some self control!” Giselle shrieked. Not that she would’ve said anything, anyway, Hunter looked over and smirked before a tremble of pleasure caused her expression to falter and her “oh” face to return. With that, the number of people enjoying some level of pussypleasing equalled the number of voyeurs for the pleasure party. Before the uncomfortable odds settled in for Giselle and Audrey, Claire spoke up again with the trademark vocal quibble that most ecstasy-high individuals wore.

“It stopped.. don’t stop..” whined the red-faced redhead. She pouted with the same expression she would give to a lover who was currently making the wrong call in the sack, but ...