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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 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 indian 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. They both tensed up and called out my name when their balls began to deliver their loads of hot cum into my body. This could relate him to the missing girl, who was known to be very loose in her conduct.” I walk back to the counter and take a deep breath before I go to take their order. She let out a deep breath and gently got out of bed, realizing there is no way she would fall back to asleep. “Forty-three inches and beautifully proportioned my lovers of both sexes tell me. Looking at the female he continued. I thought you’d be more excited, sleepyhead.” She’d weaned Brian off of this kind of treatment early on in their relationship, lest he think it was acceptable for him to reciprocate, but some insipid endearment now was tolerable… a necessary sacrifice. I gave them a weak smile and could feel a new blush rushing over my face, neck, and upper chest. Julie took my hand, as she pulled me to follow. My name is Ron i live with my daughter Emma , Emma's mother died when Emma was young ive done my best to He dared not react, even to acknowledge the situation, lest he risk ruining the scene for himself. Chapter I - The Sun, The Moon and A Cabin In a Vale She didn't collapse as badly as before, but she was left with no indian time to recover when yet another slap met her rear from the other direction, all in one smooth figure eight motion of Rosalyn's arm. I'd prefer to leave my undies on." Perhaps I should give them a command. As soon as the two men stepped away from the slut they were replaced by Michael and Hank. By this time my cock was straining against my shorts. In my heat I had forgotten to swallow before opening my mouth to speak. "Milan?" First thing he noticed upon arrival where the chairs had been turned to face the fireworks. “Yes. We smiled at our handiwork. I can't do it." I traveled from her pussy to her anus and back to her clitoris, making her drum her heels on the bed and tug at her restraints. I shuddered, my toes curling. “I know, but do you really want this big dick going up that tight butt of yours without any lube?” Actually, Andy was a sweetheart and I'd do him again given the chance. “Good? Did it hurt? When he looked back up at her face there was a skeptical expression on it. Looks like someone has a vampire fetish. “Sorry again sisters,” she says, and with the blaster back on stun Hoola and I both receive a second numbing dose. I guess that answers that……….How did she take it?” Josh asked. “Including when we got together at the earlier party?” I asked. “Is that why you wanted me to do this?” I asked curiously. ×××