“ Giselle, you moved it !"

"No, bitch, I did not fucking be active the matter. It moved by itself !"

"fountainhead, what is it trying to say to us ?"

A roll of thunder barked outside, and a flash of blue-white visible light consumed the solitary dormer windowpane stuck in a recess of the mouldy attic. Accompanied by a four-part harmony of screeching, the girls leapt in surprise. A fine misting of debris puffed up from in between the aging floorboards as the quartet made it back down into their own respective hide. Each of the girl looked at the early with their own smack of a stunned expression. Claire would be the first one to speak, a smile cracking across her construction as she spoke.

"holy fuck, it's crazy that just happened, right ?"Claire giggled excitedly. She reached up and wrapped her one of her redheaded pigtails around a digit. Audrey recognized this, being her previous admirer, as one of Claire's nervous habits. Audrey took that exceptional gesture as a ‘ win'for her, because nonentity seemed to be taking the night's legal proceeding seriously - at least, not nearly as serious as she knew it was.

"Yeah, we picked the best night to be doing this,"Audrey began,"so let's get back to it. Everyone, get your helping hand back on the planchet. Giselle, Hunter, get along o–"

"The satellite ? !"Giselle blurted, a laugh behind her Good Book."What the fuck ? I just want to play this plot. No need to get all metaphysical ‘ n shit."

"This is unplayful, Giselle ! It's not a game– and it's called the coin blank,"Audrey pleaded while snatching the trilateral piece of Ochroma lagopus Sir Henry Wood up off of the not-a-game card. She wiggled it back and forth in the round, ebony-hued expression of her ally as if that was going to repulse her point home. Giselle smacked away the grubby mitt in her cheek with an indignant look, then rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, Audrey. Let's just keep playing this game,"Giselle muttered acquiescently.

"It's not– okay, fine. Let's just go,"Audrey replied as she smacked the planchet back onto the center of the dining table. Following her lead, the other three daughter returned their first-class honours degree finger to the surface of the stained Ellen Price Wood implement and resumed doing what they were doing other - sitting cross-legged, huddled around the board, waiting.

The four daughter swapped between looking at each early and looking at the piece of wood. They were all waiting for it to slide in a decidedly paranormal mode over to some meaningful symbol, letter, or word on the Ouija board display panel. The gameboard itself was illuminated by a singular candela that Audrey's mother had forbade her from using in circumstances that weren't emergencies. Audrey had made the executive decision that an opportunity to connect with the ethereal plane beyond this human beings and hold link with a paranormal entity was, perhaps, the definition of ‘ emergency.'After all, the city-wide electrical storm raging exterior was, as everyone knew, a veritable superconductor for unearthly chakras - or, something like that.

"This is fucking dullard,"Giselle snapped,"one of you is going to move the– oh, fuck,"the heavy-set Shirley Temple young lady gasped as the diminutive, seemingly plain flake of woods shuffled across the board. All four daughter kept their silence as they collectively flicked back and forth between looking at the musical composition and the other three faces they could see, only quicker this prison term. Steadily, the planchet made its way toward a letter on the board.

"Okay, ‘ W,'” Claire spoke up first after the planchet stopped.

"What does ‘ W'mean ?"Audrey queried the group, knowing full well that they knew equally as often as she did. The platinum, hairbowed blonde looked around at her cohorts in this session of delving into the supernatural. Claire shrugged at her, then returned an ambivalent stare at the confuddling plug-in. Giselle rolled her eyes, screwed up her face, and broke eye contact. Hunter, who had been silently following instructions the entire evening, met Audrey's troubled gaze with her own wide-eyed smiler that said more than she could.

"Let's just hold on going,"Audrey muttered. In that moment, she was rueing the fact that it was her embrocate responsibility to bravely thresh at the brambles of the occult and charge the stallion expedition forward with the other three in tow. The four fille settled in, and the air thickened as they refocused their attention down onto the extramundane instrument being used to transmit from beyond the tomb. With an eerie intentionality, the innocent three-cent wooden bauble skated across the veneer Ouija board plank and continued spelling out a message.

"It's telling us ‘ A'now ? I guess it's trying to write a word, right ?"Claire squeaked as the planchet scraped across the surface of the board. The early young lady responded with a assembling of nods, not daring to speak a sound. Claire pressed her buck tooth into her blue lip and looked back down at the board.

"‘ deprivation'? What does it - what do you desire ? !"Claire began for the group, only to agitate her care outward into the Negro spiritual airplane and send for out into the cobwebbed void of the Ionic rafters. Audrey shook her question as if having just remembered that she left the oven on back in spook Town, USA.

"That's right, we have to keep asking questions !"Audrey joined in,"how did I draw a blank that ?"

Giselle reached over and smacked the back of her knuckles against Audrey's berm and mouthed a ‘ duh.'Audrey couldn't put together if that meant she was believing in the king of the spirit realm, or if she was just fucking with her. She rolled her eyes, just to be secure. Giselle responded to that form of gesture.

"S.. E… - okay, who's moving this thing ? It's not funny. This is serious."Audrey snapped as the planchet settled it's splintered tip on the missive ‘ X'and completed the phrase that some ‘ ghost'had pressed through the fabric of reality out into nation of the livelihood in order to carry. Audrey furrowed her supercilium and stared at Giselle, who arched hers in response.

"You think it's me ? Look, I don't even give a fuck. Why would I say some distrust ass shit like that ? It just means I'mma have to playact this game longer,"Giselle clapped with the practiced lip she had been cultivating throughout her entire senior year.

Audrey studied her Quaker's face intently, waiting for her to bust up and lead off her high-pitched ‘ I got you, grouse'yakety-yak that she had similarly refined down to a savant-level talent. Hunter watched the stand-off through a faceful of bleached-silver hair that hid about of her pale, powdered boldness adorned with a spirit of amusement. Meanwhile, Claire was furiously wiggling her hands in the direction of her three cohorts in a despairing attempt to get their attention.

"Guys.."Claire breathed, her body writhing around side to side as her hips kicked back and Forth rhythmically. Her head tilted to the side as if pushed, throwing one of her auburn pigtails into her face and the other one bouncing off the position of her heading. Hunter was the starting time one to notice this development in the evening when she turned her mute gaze toward Claire. Her jaw fell slack at the visual sense of red kiss imprints materializing out of the ether onto Claire's exposed neck.

"Guys.."Claire all but moaned as clear lipstick sucker bloomed into creation, one by one, down from the lobe of her ear and down the side of her bid, raw flesh. As if her expression couldn't get any More appall, Hunter looked back at the other two while static electrical energy crackled in the air between their locked regard. There wasn't much that the girl could do to catch her Friend's attending, so she began tugging on the corner of Audrey's puffy, pink blouse sleeve. Meanwhile, the ghostly assault on their supernaturally seduced acquaintance advanced.

Had any of the female child been watching, the buttons on Claire's top would seem to be popping give one-by-one by themselves, all the while the peppiness little girl who was also looking red in the font watched intently. She made no bar of protest to hold on the spiritual onset, even after her top fell away from around her shoulder and draped onto her decoration. After a meter, the illusory kiss prints picked up where they left off, continuing down from Claire's neck and progressed in between her well-endowed jug. Propped up one hand behind her back and her pegleg bedspread, the bewitched mortal reached down and pushed a hand up over her genital organ. She gasped meekly, as if having just been violated in some way.

It was at that moment that Audrey finally stopped her stare-down to impart hunting watch the attention she was whimpering for. With a whip of her blond hair, she rounded on Hunter with a dirty look locked and loaded - only to be halted in a dead period once she saw the spectacle on the other side of the game board.

"Claire, what the screwing are you doing ? !"the upright, church miss cried out. The swear warbled out from her lips in a cautious, almost unvoluntary way. When you're watching your best acquaintance rubbing her pussy in front of you, sometimes the sole way to properly verbalize yourself was through a well-placed ‘ fuck.'Even if the Divine didn't appreciate it.

"I can't– oh, god.. I can't do anything, it's.."Claire protested. Her knees were suddenly pulled up from under her, unseating her criss-cross stance and brought her rolling onto her back.

"Oh my God, Claire ! belt it off ! Go in the bath or something !"Audrey shrieked as the spot escalated further and further, completely oblivious to the fact that some attic-dwelling specter was having their way with her friend.

"I'm not doing anything !"Claire pleaded.

"Yeah, you clearly are ! face, this is not what I meant by ‘ experimenting'when we were talking the.. other.. d– day.."slowly, Audrey's metre slowed to a halt. The malarkey had been let out of her sails as she watched Claire's pants being undone. First, the atomic number 13 button on her jean popped free. Claire's hands were on the ground, Audrey was sure of that. She could see them. Then, the zipper rolled down the front. Audrey double-checked Claire's hands ; still on the terra firma. Once the waist of her blue jean slipped off from around her waist and popped around her juicy bubble-butt, all wager were off. Once her clothing cleared the bottom of her ankle, it hung, suspended in the air for a wax second before dropping to the ground.

"Oh.. my.. fucking.. God.."Giselle breathed whilst simultaneously lifting her smartphone up from her lap. The red LED recording light on the nates of the phone was glowing.

"It's.. it's.."Claire groaned, unable to properly take form words anymore. spiritual world helping hand were caressing the inside of her thighs. Unseen fingertips tap-danced in between her tits, tugging at the hemline of her bralet. Unseen hand had stripped her down to her underwear in front line of her friend, and now those same unseen hands were pulling her pantie to the English and exposing her dripping pussy. Claire looked over anxiously at her booster who were staring fixedly at this performance art going on in front of them.

"I can't do anything.."she whispered,".. and I don't want to.."In a fitful motion that sent her entire torso into a upheaval, Claire bucked her pelvic girdle forward and arched her back while she let out a pornographic expulsion of pleasure from between her lips. The other three couldn't see what was going on - not really, anyway - and were effectively getting half the show. In an astounding gesture of human-to-ghost relations, it appeared to them like their champion was currently getting eaten out by a spirit.

Claire could've corroborated that premiss if she had the willpower to stop moaning for a mo to utter. From her side, a spit she couldn't see was lashing back and Forth in between the attendant sassing of her pink. She could finger the slimy, spectral extremity moving-picture show teasingly off of the medium nub of her button. She had been gone down on before, but never like this - if that didn't go without saying.

The poltergeist pleasuring the nubile, young womanhood was utterly incorporeal from Claire's end of the electromagnetic spectrum. In a truly bizarre sight for her consultation appendage, the squirming girl would occasionally pass on down and have an try to roost her hand on top of the principal that should have been nestled in between her legs. To as a lot of a surprise as the chick currently enthralled by the tongue-lashing as the single watching her, Claire's handwriting would hesitate at the maculation where a school principal would be, and then pas through. It seemed, then, that she didn't have much of a say in the situation. Once she had gotten over the idea of being fucked by a ghost in front of her three tight ally, it didn't affair to Claire one way or the other. Besides, if the ghostwriter could touch them, but they couldn't touch the ghost, she considered herself fortunate that the her ghostlike suitor wanted to fuck her and not wipe out her. In that way, she was taking one for the squad, she figured.

"It feels so good, you guys.."Claire moaned. It wasn't as though the early female child didn't know that. They could see her blushing grimace, sweaty forehead, convulsing pelvic girdle, and stiffies that were poking against the framework of her bralet. Audrey, ever the opportunist, looked over at Giselle.

"Believe it now ?"she asked without making an attempt to blot out the complacency in her spokesperson. Giselle arched her eyebrows again and looked over at her friend. Her chin tilted down, her eyes flicked towards Audrey's chest, and she guffawed.

"Yeah, and apparently this is doing affair to you, too !"Giselle retorted. In a flash of apparent movement, she reached over and flicked one of Audrey's nipples that were firm enough to be seeable through her blouse. Audrey yelped and smacked Giselle in the articulatio humeri in defense.

"Shut up !"she cried, crossing her arms over her bureau to shroud the evidence of he arousal. Once the squabble pair had simmered down, a distinct moan quivered from behind them. Giselle looked over at Claire, who was still getting the tonguefucking of her life story, and narrowed her gaze. Leaning back, she peered around Audrey to get a look at their silent friend. hunting watch was slant back onto one mitt, almost mimicking Claire, and was completely nude from the waist down. Her barren hand was snaked in between her second joint and furiously stroking at her sensitive mound.

"Oh my god, squawk ! What the screw ! Have some ego ascendance !"Giselle shrieked. Not that she would've said anything, anyway, Hunter looked over and smirked before a tremble of pleasance caused her saying to falter and her"oh"face to return. With that, the figure of mass enjoying some level of pussypleasing equalled the number of voyeurs for the joy party. Before the uncomfortable odds settled in for Giselle and Audrey, Claire spoke up again with the earmark vocal quibble that most ecstasy-high individuals wore.

"It stopped.. don't stop.."whined the blushing redhead. She pouted with the like expression she would give to a buff who was currently making the wrong Call in the release, but there was nobody to feed it to. Instead, Claire looked over at the little girl - noting then that hunting watch had taken Claire's half-invisible frolic as a cue to get her own jollies - and gave her substantially Droopy impression. It wasn't a second base or two later that she couldn't supporter but giggle. This evening had not gone the way the lady friend had envisioned it, and the feeling shared between the four ( Hunter included, taking a moment away from her fervent jilling off ) caused them all to get out 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 stochasticity came from the Ouija board. Except, instead of where they had left it when the definitely-not-a-game broke down, the display board was suspended in the air above where it used to be on the ground. In the hurly burly that began with Claire getting necked by a spectre, none of the young lady had apparently realized that the lunar time period had turned. No longer was it them communicating with the purport realm - the smell realm was about to talk directly to them.

Next to the display board hung the planchet. All four girls in respective stages of undress drill hole holes into the innocuous fight of Wood, Giselle in especial. It was difficult for her to reason with the importance and the energy of the affair when it was levitating. With all eyes on it, the planchet began spelling out a phrasal idiom on the board, one letter of the alphabet at at me.

"On whose stifle ?"blurted Claire in response to what had been written out for them. The coin blank whirled around and jabbed the pointy end towards the satin-haired, half-naked doll still idly stroking at her glistening mound. Hunter's eyes shoot blanket and she jabbed a finger's breadth at herself questioningly. Affirming its selection, the hovering piece of Ellen Price Wood zoomed through the moldy air and tapped the demure gal on the nose. hunting watch looked back and Forth River between her friends and slowly rose up off of the floor and onto her knees. Since she had discarded her shorts and underwear only mo after Claire got freaky with what was beyond the grave accent, her display knees creaked on the rickety attic floorboards.

"Are you serious ? We're just doing whatever this affair 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 radical, before adding".. and why can't it go back to me.."with a dejected hurl towards the level. Audrey giggled.

"feel left out ?"bubbled the blonde, smirking in Claire's direction.

"Hey, Guy, Hunter is sucking a shade's hammer,"Giselle said flatly. Her optic never left the action, so she watched as hunting watch's lip 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 turncock that she assumed would be in strawman of her. Her sassing steadily widened, forming a vacuum-seal around the phantasmal magnetic pole being inserted into her cakehole from the offset.

"Oh my God, she is,"crooned Audrey, who shuffled toward Giselle. Within moments, their friend was bobbing her brain back and forth in what outwardly looked at the world's greatest blowjob improvisation in all of theatre of operations history. Claire, situated on the inverse end of the room, could see Hunter's tongue swirling rhythm and round the gorge tip of a throbbing, but metaphysical rooster that was very physical, at least to her. Audrey, meanwhile, was not convinced.

"tone, I think you're both– you're all ass with me, right ? This is my payback for last summertime ?"Audrey spluttered, scrambling to her substructure and marching over to the preoccupied hunting watch who was still smoking a shade rod. There, she dropped to a diddly-shit and waved a hired hand in front end of her acquaintance's face.

"There's nothing piece of tail here !"she pleaded. She continued to wave justly 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 pantie - Audrey fell silent at the Saami clock time as she fell backwards off of the nut of her invertebrate foot and onto her curvy butt. She reached up with a trembling hired hand and felt her stinging face. Then, she looked over Hunter.

"You slapped me ? What the piece of ass, Hunter ? I thought we were friends !"Audrey squealed, tears welling up in her center. Her emotions were haywire. She didn't know what to pee of anything that was going on. She had seen Claire be undressed without touching her apparel. 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 signified. Hunter appeared to be paying the in-crisis blond no mind, and had resumed her skillful servicing of the immaterial gumshoe.

It was huntsman's ‘ mocking'that pushed Audrey over the bound. She had clearly had it with her protagonist making fun of her, and now they had the bile to pull this sheer beggarly put-on on her. The fuming blond scrambled to her pes and stormed the handful of stride over to her fellating friend. a great deal to the surprise of the obsessed flax-haired lass, Audrey took two great handfuls of hunter's hair.

"You want to suck a ghost pecker, you cunt ?"Audrey shrieked. Her stunned-silent audience members watched on with white stares. Giselle couldn't help but think back to the Audrey they knew before this evening - a word-painting of innocence, and the word ‘ cunt'would've burned her like sanctum piddle spilling out of her mouthpiece - as she witnessed what was going on.

"Here, let me fucking help you !"Audrey wailed on, beginning to promote and pull up Hunter's head on the spiritual world phallus plugging up her lips."You want to spend a penny fun of me ? At least do a unspoiled job !"Using her dyed-silver lock as hold, the umbrageous church lady friend stood behind her Quaker and violently slammed her face back and forth with the well-fixed understanding that she wasn't actually skullfucking hunting watch with a surrogate spectral schlong in place of one of her own. Hunter's throat, meanwhile, was the fatal accident of the miscommunication ; the rock-hard ghostdick fucking her face was just the legal instrument used to deliver Audrey's divine reckoning.

"G'luch- g'luch, g'lurrch–"huntsman chortled over and over, marking each time the bulbous, plum-shaped ( and sized ) school principal of a hammer speedbagged her tonsils.

"Why are you so committed to this ! ? Just give it up !"shrieked the blonde unintentionally bruising her friend's gullet. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the whirlwind of emotions she was experiencing. No sum of throaty, gurgling protests from the girl making the loudest noise she had ever made ( even if they were throatfuck-induced croak ) was going to convince Audrey that this wasn't some elaborate plot. However, the fact that shoving her supporter's head teacher just far forward enough was met with some resistivity did flummox her. Experimentally, Audrey stopped whipping the piteous miss's head back and forth and instead pushed her as far forward as she could until she couldn't anymore. Something was holding huntsman's head back ; or, rather, Audrey was pressing hunter's lips flush with something.

Bewilderment on her font, Audrey kept one manus on the dorsum of Hunter's melon and crouched down following to her. Hunter met Audrey's confused stare with a pleading, begging manifestation out of the one eye. Had any of the four paranormal investigators in the attic been able to peek into the spiritual aeroplane, they would be capable to see Hunter's dyspneic twitch and convulsing was not, in fact, the intersection of any kind of preternatural temporary expedient. Rather, Hunter would suffer a girthy ghost shaft plunged halfway to her belly - one that was spasming as it unloaded circle of sticky ectoplasmic mettle into Hunter's stomach. Audrey, it seems, had uncanny timing at getting off immaterial beings.

"Oh, lord forgive me.."mouthed Audrey as she came to the recognition that what was going on in that dusty bonce space was anything but a caper. 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 mixed bag of her own spit and mint-green ectoplasmic babybutter onto the floor. Her chest heaved rapidly, sucking in as a good deal fresh air as she could. Audrey rushed to her incline and brought handwriting under the slender jawline of her facefucked friend.

"huntsman, I'm so, so dreary. 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 flare of concupiscent 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 can line as hunting watch pushed herself up off of the trading floor and smushed her sass right into Audrey's. Ectoplasmic gunk caking her lips and the interior of her mouth, Hunter began a sloppy make-out session whether or not Audrey was fix for it. Her cumcaked tongue lashed into the off one's guard, white-haired skeptic's sassing. rim overlapped each other, locking and unlocking, and stringing pastel green wraith DNA between each pair. The fair game of this sneak-attack cumswapping tensed up at first. Not only was this the world-class time she had locked lips with a young woman, it was ostensibly the first time sampling spiritual cum. After the initial seismic disturbance wore off, Audrey breathed a moan into Hunter's oral cavity and continued until she had gotten her filling - both of hunter's tongue and what was coating it.

They pulled away from each former, string of residual spit linking their mouthes together for a moment before splitting apart. They looked into each other's eyes, panting heavily - although Hunter more than Audrey.

".. y'all done ?"Giselle remarked to divide the silence in the room.

"Y– yeah. like clip next week ?"Audrey asked with a wry grin .