Hard as a Special Board - Sex Stories

Hard as a Special Board

... spectral pole being inserted into her cakehole from the get-go.

“Oh my God, she is,” crooned Audrey, who shuffled toward Giselle. Within moments, their friend was bobbing her head back and forth in what outwardly looked at the world’s greatest blowjob improvisation in all of theater history. Claire, situated on the opposite end of the room, could see Hunter’s tongue swirling round and round the engorged tip of a throbbing, but metaphysical cock that was very physical, at least to her. Audrey, meanwhile, was not convinced.

“Look, I think you’re both– you’re all fucking with me, right? This is my payback for last summer?” Audrey spluttered, scrambling to her feet and marching over to the preoccupied Hunter who was still smoking a ghost pole. There, she dropped to a squat and waved a hand in front of her friend’s face.

“There’s nothing fucking here!” she pleaded. She continued to wave right up until she felt the cock smack into the side of her face, sending a twirling droplet of slobber shooting out from between her teeth. Aside from what that roughness awoke in her – which, she suspected, was linked to the sudden wetness in her panties – Audrey fell silent at the same time as she fell backwards off of the balls of her feet and onto her curvy butt. She reached up with a trembling hand and felt her stinging face. Then, she looked over Hunter.

“You slapped me? What the fuck, Hunter? I thought we were friends!” Audrey squealed, tears welling up in her eyes. Her ...

... emotions were haywire. She didn’t know what to make of anything that was going on. She had seen Claire be undressed without touching her clothes. She had seen the Ouija board levitate into the air seemingly without assistance. Now, Hunter was almost comically miming an enthusiastic suckjob on what looked like nothing at all. She couldn’t explain it. Nothing made sense. Hunter appeared to be paying the in-crisis blond no mind, and had resumed her skillful servicing of the incorporeal dick.

It was Hunter’s ‘mocking’ that pushed Audrey over the edge. She had clearly had it with her friends making fun of her, and now they had the gall to pull this downright mean prank on her. The fuming blonde scrambled to her feet and stormed the handful of paces over to her fellating friend. Much to the surprise of the preoccupied flax-haired lass, Audrey took two great handfuls of Hunter’s hair.

“You want to suck a ghost cock, you cunt?” Audrey shrieked. Her stunned-silent audience members watched on with blank stares. Giselle couldn’t help but think back to the Audrey they knew before this evening – a picture of innocence, and the word ‘cunt’ would’ve burned her like holy water spilling out of her mouth – as she witnessed what was going on.

“Here, let me fucking help you!” Audrey wailed on, beginning to push and pull Hunter’s head on the unseen member plugging up her lips. “You want to make fun of me? At least do a good job!” Using her dyed-silver locks as handles, the incensed church girl ...