Hard as a Special Board - Sex Stories

Hard as a Special Board

... there was nobody to give it to. Instead, Claire looked over at the girls – noting then that Hunter had taken Claire’s half-invisible romp as a cue to get her own jollies – and gave her best Droopy impression. It wasn’t a second or two later that she couldn’t help but giggle. This evening had not gone the way the girls had envisioned it, and the look shared between the four (Hunter included, taking a moment away from her fervent jilling off) caused them all to break into a fit of laughter over the preposterousness of it all.

Then came the tapping.

It was loud, cut through their giggle fits, and silenced the four immediately. The source of the noise came from the Ouija board. Except, instead of where they had left it when the definitely-not-a-game broke down, the board was suspended in the air above where it used to be on the ground. In the commotion that began with Claire getting necked by a spectre, none of the girls had apparently realized that the tide had turned. No longer was it them communicating with the spirit realm – the spirit realm was about to talk directly to them.

Next to the board hung the planchet. All four girls in various stages of undress bore holes into the innocuous scrap of wood, Giselle in particular. It was difficult for her to argue with the importance and the energy of the thing when it was levitating. With all eyes on it, the planchet began spelling out a phrase on the board, one letter at at me.

“On whose knees?” blurted Claire in ...

... response to what had been written out for them. The planchet whirled around and jabbed the pointy end towards the satin-haired, half-naked chick still idly stroking at her glistening mound. Hunter’s eyes shot wide and she jabbed a finger at herself questioningly. Affirming its ***********ion, the hovering piece of wood zoomed through the musty air and tapped the demure gal on the nose. Hunter looked back and forth between her friends and slowly rose up off of the floor and onto her knees. Since she had discarded her shorts and underwear only moments after Claire got freaky with what was beyond the grave, her exposed knees creaked on the rickety attic floorboards.

“Are you serious? We’re just doing whatever this thing tells us to do now?” Giselle yapped, gesticulating incredulously as she watched Hunter barely hesitate to comply.

“What’s going to happen now?” Claire polled the group, before adding “.. and why can’t it go back to me..” with a dejected cast towards the floor. Audrey giggled.

“Feeling left out?” bubbled the blonde, smirking in Claire’s direction.

“Hey, guys, Hunter is sucking a ghost’s cock,” Giselle said flatly. Her eyes never left the action, so she watched as Hunter’s lips were prodded by an invisible implement and left a green-tinted, glowing smear of goo on her bottom lip. Hunter then proceeded pucker up and plant a wet one on the head of the cock that she assumed would be in front of her. Her lips steadily widened, forming a vacuum-seal around the ...