Hard as a Special Board - Sex Stories

Hard as a Special Board

... stood behind her friend and violently slammed her face back and forth with the comfortable understanding that she wasn’t actually skullfucking Hunter with a surrogate spectral schlong in place of one of her own. Hunter’s throat, meanwhile, was the casualty of the miscommunication; the rock-hard ghostdick fucking her face was just the instrument used to deliver Audrey’s divine reckoning.

“G’luch- g’luch, g’lurrch– “ Hunter chortled over and over, marking each time the bulbous, plum-shaped (and sized) head of a cock speedbagged her tonsils.

“Why are you so committed to this!? Just give it up!” shrieked the blonde unintentionally bruising her friend’s esophagus. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the whirlwind of emotions she was experiencing. No amount of throaty, gurgling protests from the girl making the loudest noises she had ever made (even if they were throatfuck-induced croaks) was going to convince Audrey that this wasn’t some elaborate plot. However, the fact that shoving her friend’s head just far forward enough was met with some resistance did puzzle her. Experimentally, Audrey stopped whipping the poor girl’s head back and forth and instead pushed her as far forward as she could until she couldn’t anymore. Something was holding Hunter’s head back; or, rather, Audrey was pressing Hunter’s lips flush with something.

Bewilderment on her face, Audrey kept one hand on the back of Hunter’s melon and crouched down next to her. Hunter met Audrey’s confused ...

... stare with a pleading, begging expression out of the one eye. Had any of the four paranormal investigators in the attic been able to peek into the spiritual plane, they would be able to see Hunter’s breathless twitching and convulsing was not, in fact, the product of any kind of otherworldly improvisation. Rather, Hunter would have a girthy ghost dick plunged halfway to her belly – one that was spasming as it unloaded ropes of sticky ectoplasmic spunk into Hunter’s stomach. Audrey, it seems, had uncanny timing at getting off incorporeal beings.

“Oh, lord forgive me..” mouthed Audrey as she came to the realization that what was going on in that dusty attic space was anything but a prank. Confirmation of her misunderstanding came immediately; when she released Hunter’s head, the oxygen-starved dicksleeve sprung backwards and collapsed onto her back, coughing up a mixture of her own spittle and mint-green ectoplasmic babybutter onto the floor. Her chest heaved rapidly, sucking in as much fresh air as she could. Audrey rushed to her side and brought hands under the slender jawline of her facefucked friend.

“Hunter, I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.. I just– I thought you were messing with me, and – !”

If Hunter was upset, she showed it in a way that only a girl who didn’t speak would. Had Audrey noticed the flash of lusty fire sparking behind the girl’s eyes before she lunged, she might have had a moment to get out of the way. Instead, she was right in the ...