Chapter Text
Get Spooked
Part I ‑ "Unfriendly Spirits"
by: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original date written: June/10/2017
“Ghosts aren’t real, Jenna, oh my God!”
With that, Stephanie stormed out of the Halloween party, marching out into the street with a sour look on her face. It had just been a little prank, why had Jenna had to go and make such a huge deal out of it? It had been her idea to pull out the Ouija Board, anyway - what, she couldn’t take a joke? Everyone else had been in on it! So what if they had made the “spirit” say it’d single her out, that night? Didn’t give Jenna the right to start bawling her eyes out, didn’t give her the right to ruin Tiffany’s party, didn’t give her the right to heap all the blame onto Stephanie once the jig was up...What a big crybaby.
Stephanie had better things she could be doing, that night. Hell, it was Halloween! There were more parties going on than just Tiffany’s, right? All she had to do was find some nice house party somewhere, raid the booze, find a stud, and ride him until her eyes rolled back like a shark. Easy, right? Hot stuff like her, she could just waltz into any party in town! On top of it all, Halloween was a halfway socially acceptable excuse to slut it up, and boy, had she taken full advantage of it. She was already a cute little thing, standing around five feet, but she kept her hair short to add to the image, chopping her auburn hair at the jaw in a messy bob that swayed with every step.
Out of all her friends, Stephanie was the curviest, and it had long gone to her head. A real shortstack, she had gone with the first tight costume that had come to mind: a slutty black cat. Hey, even if it weren’t terribly imaginative, it’d give her the perfect excuse to wear a black body suit, so how could she possibly say no? With her big handfuls of bust and bigger handfuls of booty stretching out the thin body suit, every healthy contour of her body was put on display, but damned if Stephanie had been about to stop there. The obligatory cat ear hairband graced the top of her head, either black and white-trimmed ear poking out from her reddish locks like cute triangles, alert and perky.
She had accentuated the look of her hazel eyes with an overly thick layer of black eyeshadow and eyeliner, on top of plenty of mascara. A bit of face paint had put a pink upside-down triangle over her nose, just like a cat’s own cute button nose, and several long, black streaks across her cheeks served to mimic whiskers. A thin black leather collar was cinched around her neck, complete with a little tag that even had her name on it; probably best not to ask too far on how or why she even had such a thing, really. Mimicking claws, she had put on some long, pointed fake nails, each painted either orange or black. Festive, right? Gotta keep up the illusion, or else her outfit won’t be quite so acceptable, anymore!
Down below, a fake tail graced the tail of her spine, rigid enough thanks to a flexible inner rod that it could stick out past her rump, helplessly swaying left and right with every swing of her generous hips. If it weren’t for the inconspicuous thong she had on under the fabric body suit, she’d probably have to constantly worry about showing off a little more of the goods than she would’ve wanted - as it was, the October chill in the air was making two very particular little nubbins poke out through the silk-thin material, up above. Still, that fear hadn’t extended to her legs, and Stephanie hadn’t been able to help but rip more than a few tears in the body suit’s material, giving plenty of peeks to the smooth, creamy skin of her thick thighs.
Combine that with the high-heeled slippers she had on, made of a shiny black material and accentuating the switch in her step, and really, what kind of guy wouldn’t want to take her for a spin? It was Halloween, for crying out loud, cut loose and try the black cat, she’ll bring you nothing but good luck! Maybe Jenna had actually done her a favour, in the end? Sure, all of her friends were there, but had Tiffany actually thought to tell any guys about the party? It had been a total taco fest, in there! Stephanie made a bit of a face as she pulled her purse higher over her shoulder. Good God, who would’ve thought Jenna believed so much in ghosts? Next, she’ll say she still believes in the Easter Bunny. Note to self: never hang out with her, again. Ugh.
At that time of night, there were still a few kids wandering the streets, going door-to-door like the little snots they were, taking full advantage of the holiday to get free candy. Here’s hoping their parents do the smart thing and confiscate it all, afterwards, and only dole it out in small doses. Last thing the city needs is more hyperactive little brats, screaming their way through supermarkets. Occasionally, Stephanie would cross paths with a group of people her own age...At a distance, of course. Even if they weren’t too engrossed in chatting amongst themselves to notice her, even if the guys spotted the smiling cutie showing off her figure in something one step removed from her birthday suit, they never approached her, never invited her to whatever party they were going to.
Not like she was going to approach them, either. An hour of misery passed Stephanie by, highlighted by the persistent chill that froze her buns. What a colossal waste of time - surely, there was something going on somewhere, she just needed to find the house with all the lights on and people pouring in and out of the front door. Just when Stephanie began to lose all hope, right when things seemed futile and she were on the verge of just heading right back home for the night, her friend Katie texted her, mentioning a huge party going on at Chad’s place. Stephanie lit up. Chad’s parents had gone out of town for the week, a rather unfortunate choice on their part, and Chad was taking full advantage of it with a wild house party.
There were tons of hot guys there, Katie assured her, and all Stephanie had to do to get in on the action was make it over there. It was just a few blocks, maybe a thirty minute walk...Where was the harm, right?
Oh...Poor, naive Stephanie. Such an old soul. So cynical, so shut off from the grander things in this world - some of which had already taken notice of her. People with mean streaks should be taught some humility, and Stephanie was a prime example of someone in need of an eye-opener. Ghosts weren’t real, were they?...They’d show her.
Along her way down the urban street, Stephanie wound up walking alongside a wrought iron fence, and immediately, she had to try not to groan. Ain’t it the truth? Walk alone down virtually any dark street in the city, and you’ll suddenly discover all kinds of things, typically being something that attracts the kind of crowd you don’t want: low-class pawn shops, sex shops, shawarma shops...Just her luck, she wound up walking alongside a nice, big cemetery. Talk about a buzz-kill. On Halloween, of all nights, who knew what kind of creep was hanging around, in there.
Why put a cemetery in the middle of the city, anyway? Who wants to think about dying? Put them out in the sticks, way out in the greenery, not in the middle of places where people like her were just trying to live. Stephanie gave a sniff, raised her eyebrows, and looked away from the fence, trying to focus on the more livelier places, just across the street. Not far to Chad’s place, now. Not far to free drinks, loud music, laughs, good chats, and hunks for as far as the eye could see. She actually started to smile to herself, at the thought. Yeah, why let Jenna ruin her night? Tiffany’s party may have been a bust, but she was still going to have a good time!
Little did she realize...
A sudden chill made Stephanie shiver, but she didn’t think much of it, at first. It had already been a cool night, so an extra nip in the air wasn’t anything particularly noteworthy. Even when Stephanie heard a girl giggle, somewhere off behind her, all she did was raise an eyebrow and glance off to the corners of her eyes. She just kept putting one foot in front of the other, subtly aware of the escalation in her pulse as she kept her eyes straight ahead. The chill around her only seemed to escalate with every step she took, and eventually, she really started to regret not pulling on a jacket for the night, so eager was she to show off. Just as she began to quake, her whole body uncontrollably shuddering from her head down to her toes, her phone gave a twinkle inside her purse, signalling that she had a new text.
Probably Katie, checking in to make sure she was still on the way...Or bragging that she already had some guys sweating her. Classic Katie - once Stephanie gets there, we’ll see who the guys really want. Starting to smirk a little, Stephanie reached into her purse, grabbed her phone, and just as she was about to slide up the screen, quiet footsteps started to come over towards her, crossing the road at an angle.
“Excuse me, miss? Do you have the time?”
Stephanie didn’t really react with much suspicion. Just some young girl, from the sounds of it. Couldn’t have been more than ten or eleven, really. Weird for a kid that young to be out that late, though, especially without a parent with them, but there were all kinds of lowlifes in that part of town. Stephanie paused, heels clicking the sidewalk as she stopped. Instead of sliding open her phone, she hit a button to see the front screen, and when she spotted the time, she actually hesitated from answering. What little girl was still out at eleven fifty-seven? Stephanie started to turn around, trying to sound casual as she remarked “Um, yeah, it’s just about midnight. Shouldn’t you...?”
Stephanie’s eyes shifted about. The street was empty, besides herself. Not a soul in sight. Stephanie’s blood barely had time to run cold before another giggle came, this time quite obviously from the other side of the wrought iron fence. Stephanie’s eyes widened, pupils shrinking to pinpricks as she turned her head. Her jaw began to drop. She almost dropped her phone, managing to maintain just enough coherence to throw it into her purse. Just as she was about to take off and run, the little girl cheerfully called “Okay, girls! You heard her: the Witching Hour’s here! Have at her!”
As if on cue, a whole crowd of young women started giggling on the other side of the fence, prompting a chilly wind to gush out between the wrought iron bars. Stephanie didn’t waste any more time. She took off like a bat out of hell, but she couldn’t make it six paces across the road before a whole host of hands were abruptly grabbing at her, all over. The amount of people reaching for her was simply impossible - two pairs of hands went for all four limbs, another pair grabbed her hips, yet another pair reached around her sides to grab her chest, and one last pair grabbed her shoulders, stopping her dead in her tracks.
She couldn’t even scream. Her eyes merely went wide as she sucked in a sharp gasp, desperately looking down at herself. She could see the imprints of hands against the fabric of her body suit, but nothing was there.
Ghosts weren’t real. They weren’t real!
When the hands pulled, when all eleven pairs lifted, Stephanie was picked up like she were as light as a feather. The hands spread her limbs out to help prevent her from fighting, opening her legs and spacing her arms out at her sides so quickly, not only did her purse slip from her shoulder, her heels very nearly flew from her feet, as well. Stephanie finally let loose a terrified bellow, but her wail was simply drowned out by the sound of eleven other girls, all giggling at the fuss she was putting up. Her stomach lurched as all eleven pairs of hands hoisted her back towards the cemetery, yoinking her back towards the graveyard fence she had been so tragically slow to flee from.
Stephanie’s breathing escalated, but for whatever reason, she couldn’t actually find her voice, couldn’t find it in herself to scream for help. Maybe part of her was still in shock, maybe she couldn’t believe what her eyes were telling her, but whatever the case, she never shrieked.
“Let’s get a good look at her!”
“Put her up against the fence!”
“Ooh, I can already tell, she’s a nice one!”
Stephanie could only whimper with wide-eyed panic as the hands pulled her all the way back to the sidewalk, then pressed her up against the cold bars of the fence, hands already shifting around to support her. The hands at her legs went under her thighs, splayed them all the way apart, then lifted her knees up into the air, keeping her nice and comfortable while they kept her airborne, suspended several feet above the ground. Her elbows were pulled out to her sides, leaving her hands upraised near the top of the fence.
When Stephanie tried to shut herself, tried to pull her arms and legs back together, she could barely make any headway before she was being pulled right back against the metal bars. A couple of the voices giggled, a few others snickered. One of them spoke up, teasingly remarking “Keep still, you goof! You don’t want us to drop you, do you?” Stephanie sucked in a deep breath, finally ready to scream when the hands abruptly started shifting. Halfway into her inhale, her expression suddenly twisted with confusion, shock, her inhale sharply tapering off into half a gasp. In an instant, the hands had started wandering: one of the hands grabbing her chest ran down her stomach, while the other took a much more...Gentle hold of her other side.
Before Stephanie could even figure out what was going on, giggles and purrs surrounded her, titters from her invisible fondlers as they explored their prey. One hand moved from her arm and found the now-abandoned breast, joining the other in a couple gentle squeezes, honking both handfuls through the thin material of her body suit. One hand slid up from the other arm and trailed under her jaw, half tenderly, half firmly easing her head back, stroking between her chin and throat. A hand from either thigh slid under her and found her rump, giddily groping her with considerably more force than the hands at her chest, vigorously kneading her thick seat cushions like they were working dough, pulling her here and there through the black fabric coating her.
One of the hands disappeared from her arm, and before long, Stephanie could feel fingertips playfully brushing across her lips. A moment later, one fingertip started easing in for entry, the curious hand trying to sink a digit into her wet warmth. When the hand over her belly kept creeping downwards, when two different hands started sweeping deep up the insides of her thighs, Stephanie finally found her voice, hurriedly pulling her face away from the finger at her mouth before blurting out “Stop, stop it! What the fuck are you freaks doing?! Let me go! This isn’t real, this isn’t happening! Ghosts aren’t real!”
Giggles surrounded her. “Ghosts aren’t real, she says!”
“Hee-hee! She can’t see us? Better give her the stuff!”
“Yeah, give ‘er the stuff! Becky, you do it!”
“What? No, I did it last time! Jaime, you do it!”
One of the voices, just behind Stephanie’s shoulder, gave a mock sigh. “Fiiine,” she sighed, “just hold her steady!”
Stephanie tried to protest, but her voice was swiftly muffled as that invisible hand darted closer to her lips, pushing a couple digits into her mouth, all over again. She couldn’t even think to try biting down before a cool, almost minty fluid spritzed across her tongue, seemingly sprinkling right out from the ends of the invisible fingers. Stephanie did her best to squeeze shut the back of her throat, desperately keeping the strange liquid out of her system, but the voices surrounding her soon began to chant, calling for her to swallow, to give in. More and more fluid filled Stephanie’s mouth until she had to screw her eyes shut, desperately hacking against it, trying to cough it out. Whatever the hell this crap was, no way she was drinking it!
“Ugh, she’s being difficult,” Jaime groaned. “Plug her nose!”
Stephanie opened her eyes in shock. The chanting descended into a group giggle fit as one of the hands lifted from her chest, firmly pinching her nostrils shut. The hand that had been tilting her head back pushed up against her jaw, sealing her mouth shut around the offending fingers, sealing the runny digits inside the poor girl’s mouth. Stephanie’s eyes went wide in panic, pupils shrinking to pinpricks all over again. Oh God, oh God! Air! Head rapidly turning stuffy, Stephanie started to pull and jerk against the firm grip of the hands, trying her best to shake her head and free her nose. The chanting started up again, in earnest.
“Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!”
Stephanie shut her eyes tight in determination, even as the hands between her thighs homed in on her crotch, inquisitive fingers from three separate hands flocking across her mound. Stephanie’s fingers crooked like claws. She kicked her feet until one of her heels flew off, clattering to the pavement below. She held out just a couple more seconds, trying her best to cough against the fingers in her mouth, but ultimately, she cracked. Her throat rhythmically bulged once, twice, then a third time, and at last, the fingers slipped from her nose and mouth. The hand dropped from her jaw back down to her throat, and as soon as Stephanie started sucking in air, she opened her eyes, and what she saw just about made her scream.
Something very, very wrong had happened. A dribble of that cool, minty fluid helplessly running down her lip to her chin, her eyes darted around hither and thither, noting how the sky seemed more gray than black. The hand at her throat slid to the side of her jaw, freeing her up to raise her head and finally witness her accosters. The dark was less so, now. The night world was less opaque. Most startling of all, she could finally see the invisible hands all over her body...As well as who they had been attached to. Partially swishing into and through each other, a haunting of ghosts swarmed her on all sides like a writhing mist, ash gray in colour and giggling like schoolgirls. The jig was up, now! Now, she could see them - that made it twice as fun!
Stephanie could barely believe what she saw. Her every exhale became a whimper, each one on the verge of ramping up into a scream. There were so many of them, completely surrounding her on all sides. All girls; all young women, just like her. They each had deep black circles around their eyes, and their irises glowed like vivid little rings against the dark backdrop of the street, luminescent with the colours they had possessed in life. Their bodies were translucent and wisped through the air like smoke, particularly their gray hair, billowing out around and behind them like it were lifted up by the same lack of gravity as the rest of their bodies.
They each flashed her a big, cocky grin, still restraining her, still fondling her. Jaime popped her head around from behind Stephanie, short hair swaying as she put herself into her victim’s point of view, glowing blue eyes filled with amusement. With a wink, she blurted out “Boo! Welcome to the spirit world, baby!”
Ghosts aren’t real! They aren’t!
Stephanie finally cried out when the hands started curling, gripping, pulling. With giddy cackles, the ghosts started tearing open her body suit, near-transparent fingers piercing through the thin fabric in an instant. Two of them tore open the chest, gasping with glee as they popped the puppies out to play, tragically unshielded by any sort of bra - wouldn’t want to ruin her Halloween outfit with an unseemly bra line, would she? The hands gripping and kneading her ass tore open big fistfuls of fabric across either thick, pale cheek, then promptly dove back in between, snapping apart the makeshift thong they had left behind.
Finally, most shockingly, the three separate hands at her crotch virtually shredded the material in an instant, each tearing in a different direction, pulling open a huge window to her pretty pink thong, a decidedly innocent choice for an owner that was anything but. A ghost with hair so long and thick that it covered half of her face popped up deep between Stephanie’s legs, smiling face mere inches from the shield of her thong. Stephanie started shouting, blurting out “Get away from me, all of you! Fucking let go of me! I-!” She abruptly trailed off in a sharp gasp, face opening up in shock, eyes going wide.
The girl between her thighs had crooked a finger into the basin of her thong, slipped them to the side, and unceremoniously planted her mouth against her, more than a little enthusiastically introducing her hot, wet tongue to a hotter pair of lips. Stephanie just went silent for a couple seconds, all her fighting dying away in an instant. The ghosts surrounding her snickered as they watched, trying to hold back the giggles. Stephanie’s legs eventually gave a little kick, and as her eyelids flickered shut, she gave a quiet, keening groan, a strained grunt she tried desperately to swallow back.
“Ooh, I think we’ve got a horny black cat, girls!”
“And whoever said black cats were bad luck?”
“Maybe she’s used to being in the middle of a girl pile, heh heh!”
Stephanie’s face sizzled to a vivid crimson at the taunts. She flexed her toes and tried to ignore the feeling, but the ghost down at her lap felt as real as the real thing, and she was far from shy with her motions. The ghost girl enjoyed herself for a brief spell, tonguing back and forth across Stephanie’s increasingly puffy lips until she felt damp enough, then mixed in some tongue with her forbidden kiss, easing her lengthy mouth-muscle into her prey’s honeypot.
The ghost, eyes closed and face flushed to a noticeably darker hue, gave a hot, steamy sigh directly against Stephanie’s love button, just about making the girl’s eyes twitch back into her skull as she swallowed back a groan. Out of determination not to be overcome, she fought back against the feeling for all she was worth, brow furrowing in concentration as she screwed her eyes shut, again.
She was undone almost instantly. The ghost girl curled her tongue through her pink petals a couple times, coasting closer and closer to her love canal before abruptly sliding higher up. When that molten, slippery tongue started grinding against her buzzer, deftly wiggling in circles, Stephanie’s legs gave a little jerk, jaw dropping as she gave a groan, head falling back as her knees twitched, feebly trying to close. The girl at her crotch hummed a giggle against her, then broke the seal of her lips long enough to blurt out “S-She’s down to fuck, I can taste it! Everyone, get in on this!”
Stephanie could only offer up a helpless shudder, groaning for mercy. Another girl, already breathing hard, went under her, stretched apart her cheeks as far as they could go, then just about nuzzled her entire face right against her, greedily pressing her tongue right against the poor girl’s dark star, quaking with excitement at the taste. Two tongues hitting both sides already would’ve been enough to make Stephanie tense up from head to toe, but the tongue-bath didn’t stop there. Two different other ghost girls hungrily dropped their faces to her exposed chest, locking their lips around her areolae, needily suckling and lapping at her firm nipples.
Jaime, behind her, dropped her face to the side of her neck, pressing long, deep kisses against her, slowly making her way around her to her throat. Stephanie gave one last groan, hands weakly tightening, toes barely curling before her muscles, at last, began to turn to jelly. She went slack, mere putty in their hands, now. The hands restraining her arms and legs slowly lightened up, and before Stephanie knew it, the ghosts were largely just propping her up, keeping their begrudging fucktoy stuck in the middle of the group as they had their way with her. Just as the tongue at her rosebud started to press more insistently, trying to worm it’s way into her backdoor, the girl going to town on her pie suddenly started to “stand up,” as it were, floating up higher between Stephanie’s splayed thighs.
Breathing hard, one visible eye half-closed, jaw hanging open, the girl huskily remarked “That’s it, I can’t take it, anymore! I need it, I gotta put it in!”
Put it in? Wait, what?
Stephanie was shaken out of her stupor in an instant. What she saw had her eyes widening: the ghost standing between her legs had a particular something-something standing between her legs, too. Stephanie’s brow sank in a hint of confusion, even indignation, at the sheer size of the battering ram jutting up from the ghost’s lap - that “girl” was sporting a seven-incher, at the very least! That thick, veiny rod even had a hefty pair of balls slung under it, full with...Who knew what, but clearly in dire need of a milking judging by the way they swayed, heavy and drooping. That...That ghost was packing.
Stephanie could only let her jaw drop in a silent gasp as the rest of the girls grinned at her, floated themselves higher around her, and let their own slabs of man-meat stick out for Stephanie’s perusal. The poor girl could barely squeak. Surrounded on all sides by eleven fucksticks of varying lengths, shapes, and thicknesses, some undercarriages pert, some so heavy they may as well been sloshing? What could she even do besides pray?
The barracuda grins they beamed down at her dashed her hopes for mercy. They had fresh meat, now. No way they were going easy on her. The girl between her legs didn’t give her much time to come to grips with the new scenario facing her, either. She just grabbed Stephanie by her hips, shifted herself closer, and unabashedly started pushing that mushroom tip against her, startling her with the unexpected warmth. Stephanie shut her eyes for a moment, but there was no blocking out the sensation. The ghost had already prepped her, and as tight as that girl had stayed, that boy was making room.
When her smooth peach was split, Stephanie groaned, opening her eyes halfway as she let her teeth go on edge. The ghost let her mouth hang open in a big smile as she started gliding on in, feeding in her length inch by inch, moving not too quickly, not too slowly, in her quest to plumb Stephanie’s depths. The ghost under her gave her winking pucker one last lap with her tongue, then shifted away.
A suppressed chuckle making her breathe hard, the ghost girl instructed “Hold her open, I’m taking that ass!”
Stephanie’s eyes widened. Oh, fuck! It would’ve been bad enough if they had taken turns taking cracks at her front, but both sides at once? She was halfway into begging for mercy, for the ghosts to at least go one at a time, but, well...The move put more than her foot in her mouth. As soon as Stephanie parted her lips, Jaime floated up by her side, grabbed her by the head, turned her face to the side, and gave Stephanie a big ol’ surprise: a long, thick, hot taste-test of her man-meat, pulsating with excitement as the ghost rudely pushed herself all the way in to the back of Stephanie’s throat.
Stephanie whimpered, eyes crossing as she focused on the battering ram pointing into her face. For a ghost, that thing sure fucking tasted real! Jaime briefly closed her eyes, stifling a groan of pleasure. Stephanie gagged, just for a moment, when the spirit tried pushing further, but it was nonetheless enough to make tears run from her eyes, sending inky rivulets of mascara across her cheeks. With a grin, Jaime looked down at Stephanie, gave her a cheeky wink, and quietly muttered “Oh, you wouldn’t believe the pressure I’ve got built up. Nng, you’re gonna milk me right, ain’tcha? Get me off until I’m not even dribbling, anymore?”
Stephanie whimpered again, and the sound sharply ramped up into a squeal as the girl under her got into proper position. Unceremoniously, something warm and rigid pushed in between her cheeks, flared helmet coming right up against her spit-polished sphincter, immediately prodding for entry. Stephanie’s eyes darted around as the girls holding her arms steady bit their lips and brought their laps over, giggling as they put Stephanie’s hands to good use, filling them with hot lust. Sweat began to glisten across the poor girl’s forehead as the ghost between her legs loudly shuddered a giggle, just about nestling her crotch right up against Stephanie’s own, so deep she could hump the girl.
A moment later, the cock under her started leaking some kind of sappy fluid, trickling an unnatural lube across itself. With the hinges greased, the ghost cranked up the pressure threefold, and in one gloriously uncomfortable, moan-inducing moment, the horny black cat’s pucker yawned open wide, forced in by the tapered tip of that meaty marauder. Stephanie groaned, hard, against Jaime’s cock, knees briefly jerking up, legs lightly kicking, as the ghost under her gave a shuddering moan, needily shoving herself deeper and deeper into her victim’s velvety catacombs. With zero shame, the ghost girl loudly blurted out “Aw, God, you’re tight! You’re not used to ass-fucking, are you? Well, get ready, bitch! I’m gonna fuck you so hard, I’ll ruin you! The next guy will just be looking for a wall to rub against!”
Stephanie opened her eyes, looking dazed and confused. As one cock went exploring up her ass, the one stuffing her quim eased back out about halfway, and with a contented little grunt, the ghost slid back in, pumping herself back into the deepest reaches of her prey’s silky glove. With both of her hands and all three of her holes occupied, that left six ghosts unattended to, and of course, they weren’t about to float around and wait for their turn to come. Oh, no...Stephanie was hot stuff, but that didn’t encourage patience. Quite the opposite. Instead, each of the six remaining ghosts huddled close around the gangbang, watching attentively as they grabbed their meat and started pumping, jerking themselves silly.
Stephanie’s chest rose and fell in fast, harsh breaths, eventually prompting one of the unattended spirits to hum and grab one of her tits, fondling her for some extra wanking material. When the thick cock stretching her ass pulled, then pushed back in, when it started rocking in opposition to the timber steadily plowing her front, the pistoning rhythm hitting both sides was enough to make Stephanie squeak. As sweat began rolling down her face, she gave a couple blank blinks, watching Jaime’s lap bounce back and forth inches from her face, feeding her the ghost’s throbbing dipstick mere centimeters from her gag range. Slowly, Stephanie’s eyes started to cross all over again, and then, she just let her eyelids ease closed.
The ghosts didn’t need to shake her arms for a surrogate handjob. Her hands lightly circled a little tighter, and then the girl was rocking her fists all on her own, jerking both hands in almost perfect synchronicity. One of the girls purred some encouragement, the other whispered for her to watch it with the fake nails, but otherwise, the two ghosts held their hips and just took it, trying not to groan as their needs were met in pumping pulls. One of the spectres stroking herself watched the way Stephanie’s blushing quim swallowed up each pump of the first ghost’s hips, quietly breathing out “So, how is it, Violet? Is she tight?”
The ghost with the hair-hidden eye gave a grin, readily mumbling “God, you don’t know the half of it, she’s squeezing down so hard! I th-think she likes it, girls! She likes getting girl-cock!” A few of the other spirits gave steamy groans at the announcement, and hearing them all so enthused wound up goading a quiet croak out of Stephanie, herself, forcing her to give a hot puff against Jaime’s lap. The ghost under Stephanie gave a couple tense grunts as she pumped away, looking down and watching the way she steadily fit more and more of herself into the narrower of the two paths. Such a tight ass, for such a slutty girl...
The sappy ring around her shaft, the lube-border marking the depths she had thus far reached, slowly inched further and further down her veiny length with every couple slides, and once the ring had neared her base, once she was plunging nearly her entire claymore through Stephanie’s throbbing rosebud on every stroke, the girl couldn’t help but hang her head back and groan, voice a little tight as she mindlessly blurted out “Aw, fuck, her ass is too tight! I don’t know how long I’m gonna last! She keeps fucking flexing, I wanna bust, already!”
One of the ghosts watching the show paused her jerking, an agitated look crossing her face as she gripped her prick tight. “Don’t you dare fucking cum, Maddy,” the spirit brusquely demanded. “You just fucking started, you quickshot! You said you were gonna ruin her, so ruin her! Make her scream! Make her work for your nut! Make her beg for the cream-filling until she squirts!” Stephanie gave a pitiful warble at the dirty talk, feet helplessly bouncing in the air as the two girls Eiffel Towering her rocked her pelvis, ramping up their force out of excitement. Jaime gave a titter as she crooked a finger through Stephanie’s bangs, clearing them from her face, giving herself a better view of the dominated girl’s eyes. The girl under her, Maddy, groaned out “Y-Yeah, yes ma’am, I’ll make her fucking scream!”
There was a bit of an edge to taking such big slabs, a bit of pain, exacerbated by the way they played both sides to her coin so quickly. All the same, she couldn’t lie...It felt fucking good. Was this what they meant in those rough pornos when they said “Hurts so good?” Ghosts and potential hallucinations aside, it’s not as if Stephanie would ever admit to her friends that she had been the toy in a, eh heh, “girl” gangbang, but God damn...This was too good to be true. A few extra tears rolled from her closed eyes, making her mascara run worse. Jaime groaned over her, pulled her cock free from her mouth, and gave the end of it a couple taps against Stephanie’s lips and chin, then pressed the head back against her mouth. More than a little smugly, the spirit ordered “Kiss it, a little. Show me how much you like slurping it, you little slut.”
Stephanie obeyed with a shuddering exhale, noisily smooching the hot knob against her smudged lipstick until her lips smacked, a noise that was sure to please the spectators to her submission. The heat, the lovely strain between her legs, the ecstasy of getting scooped out so thoroughly through both holes, the sensation of those cocks inevitably pistoning in unison and grinding through her body, was ultimately distracting enough to turn her jerking fists uncoordinated, her pumping becoming erratic enough that the two recipients needed to guide her hands and try to remind her how to properly tug their meat. It took a bit of willpower not to just lose herself to the pleasure and bask in the role of fuckmeat, but Stephanie did, indeed, resume paying attention, jerking both hands with renewed zeal, aggressively pumping those cocks, thirsty for the sensation of hot sap splashing across her wrists.
Stephanie couldn’t guess at how much time passed them all by. It felt like ages, but maybe that was just the exertion, the pleasure talking. The gangbang became a haze of panting, grunts, moans, muttered remarks and whispered exaltations, and acting as the chorus underneath it all, there were Stephanie’s own whines and guttural moans, steadily increasing in volume and enthusiasm as she not only submitted, but embraced. Ultimately, Violet asked around if anyone else wanted a turn between Stephanie’s legs, and although there were some takers, they each encouraged Violet to finish up, first. They didn’t mind getting sloppy seconds, they reassured, much to Stephanie’s shuddering delight. God...They were all gonna blow inside and just swap places, weren’t they? They were just gonna fuck her with the last girl’s cum there for lube, weren’t they?
When Jaime’s breathing grew huskier, Stephanie was vaguely aware that she might’ve been in trouble, but she wouldn’t have expected what came next. Voice hard, the ghost muttered “Fuck it, I’m never gonna cum, like this.” She pulled her cock out of Stephanie’s dutiful mouth, and the girl opened her eyes in confusion. She watched, numbly confused, as Jaime shifted behind her, all over again. Jaime put her hand to Stephanie’s chin and tilted her head back as far as it could go, then pulled open her mouth and, in one unflinching, gag-inducing slide, forced herself right down the girl’s gullet, finally escalating her little blowjob into a full-on face-fuck. Stephanie couldn’t help but screw her eyes shut, whole body tensing up as Jaime groaned, prompting Violet and Maddy to do the same as their communal fuck-toy clamped down.
Jaime, face flushing a deeper hue, slowly let her eyes roll back in delight as she vigorously pumped her hips, mercilessly humping against poor Stephanie’s face. The musk was enough to make Stephanie’s head swim, but all the same, that wet stretch in her gullet, the smacking to the nose she had to endure...It was addictive. Voice caught in a groan, Jaime had to fight to keep her mouth from dropping open as she exclaimed “Ooh, fuck! That’s right, th-throat it, you little whore! Milk me!”
Violet gave a tense groan, her motions taking off into a sudden burst of speed. The rhythmic pap-pap-papping of her pumps reached a new, frenzied height, the ghost girl lightly hanging her head as she dominated that sweet peach, railing it with her full length. One visible eye shut, her teeth went on edge as she hissed “I’m getting close! Aw, fuck, I’m close!”
Maddy’s cock was already pulsating as hard as Stephanie’s abused tailpipe as she started corkscrewing her hips, taking full advantage of the sudden vise-like grip in her prey’s ass. Tongue practically lolling out, the girl said nothing, but the urgent moans she gave and the flutter in her eyelashes proved she wasn’t too far from her own messy finish. Stephanie wasn’t just in for a creampie - both holes were due for an injection, and soon.
The girls who had thus far endured Stephanie’s rigorous handjobs started to give steamy groans of their own, sharp squeaks of need like the pent-up girls they were, signalling to their toy that she was overflowing their ardour. One of them hung her head back and groaned “Yeah, churn my butter, bitch! I’m cumming!” The other merely held her hips and whimpered “Oh, G-God, I’m gonna pop! Keep jerking, don’t slow down!”
Stephanie’s toes slowly spaced apart as Jaime’s balls slapped against her nose and cheekbones. She leaned over her prey and, teeth bared in a predatory snarl, focused her efforts, planting her hands into Stephanie’s bust, squeezing to make handlebars out of her pillows. Her thrusting grew harsher, forcing Stephanie’s body to jerk and quake as she gagged, loudly trying to cough and retch against the pipe clogging her windpipe. Maybe that just made it better, for Jaime - after all, she was the first to wind up shooting her load. Blush escalating even further, she gave one last thrust, then let loose a long, high-pitched moan, pressing her balls right up against Stephanie’s nose.
Stephanie could feel the way the girl’s two reactors drew up, tightening in her big beanbag. Then, a tense flex crossed the timber in her throat, a bulge in her urethra, and then the very faint, surreal sensation of something liquidy going straight down her throat without ever even so much as setting foot in her mouth. Lack of oxygen made Stephanie’s head pound, and slowly, desperation made her legs give a little kick or two, head twisting as she tried to signal that she needed to breathe, nose puffing whimpers right against the ghost’s smothering undercarriage. These girls may have already been in the beyond, but she wasn’t - throttle back, Jaime! Violet gave a couple tense moans, but then, she was blurting out “Fucking take it, bitch! Take it deep!”
The cock reaming her out went as deep as it could go, damn near impaling her before it tensed, flexed, and suddenly started gushing, geysering a hot, thick sludge inside her, squirt after squirt plugging the poor girl with a sloppy creampie rich enough to make her feel molten, inside. She could barely hear Violet over the sudden crescendo of moans from the spectators, but the girl hissed “S-Saved up my ectoplasm, just for you!” No kidding - another load like that, it’d be pouring back out of her!
The observers moved in closer, jerking themselves off even harder, desperate not to show up late for the grand finale to the pearly fireworks. Maddy popped her top almost in unison with the girls Stephanie was jerking off, and really, when you have to deal with a well-bred ass being violated by wild splash after splash on top of alabaster waves sprinkling across your arms and trickling down the backs of your hands, is it any wonder why you’re going to crack under pressure? Stephanie didn’t have a will of iron. When everyone around her started cumming, that was her cue to join in.
Violet could only shudder when Stephanie gushed, the girl helplessly and quite suddenly giving a sharp spritz of her own, spraying an abrupt jet of watery girl-cum straight against Violet’s crotch, making a wet mess against her mons big enough to flow down around her still-embedded prick. The girls surrounding Stephanie aimed for their favourite spots and started dumping their loads, firing streamer after streamer of hot, ectoplasmic ghost-spunk across her body, splashing her with their milky seed across her tummy, her chest, and even her thighs, one of them going so far as to aim for her crotch. In her euphoric state, Stephanie could feel each and every splash against her sensitive skin, and each new trickle of warmth had her eyelashes fluttering. In the end, she even relaxed enough to stop gagging - perhaps a bad sign, considering the way her vision was going dark.
Jaime started pulling back out just in the nick of time. Stephanie gave a hard cough once her windpipe was cleared, inadvertently launching ectoplasm up into her nostrils. Once her mouth was free, she gave a hard, hacking wail, briefly crying out in ecstasy, moaning to herself as she eyed the saliva-soaked prick drooping in front of her face. Slowly, Violet began to withdraw, relishing the way Stephanie’s hot walls quivered and flexed in the lingering pangs of her heel-kicking climax. Once her blushing, drenched cock slipped free, droplets of ectoplasm still dripping from the tip, she gave a contented sigh, grinning to herself. She teased Stephanie a little, wishing her farewell by thumbing her clit a little, swiping her print across that firm button until the girl gave a twitch.
Floating back a little, she happily offered “Okay, girls...Phew, that was good. Oh, man. Halloween can’t come fast enough, each year. Hope I didn’t stretch her out, too much...Who’s up next? She’s all your’s!”
Giggles and purrs came from the crowd surrounding her. Stephanie could barely groan. She never did wind up going to Chad’s Halloween party, but damned if she didn’t have a good time.
~~End of Ch. 1~~