–A Ghostly buttocks

Brandi was driving to the summer beach cabin in her sportsman car. Bikini clad and shades, she rides the coast main road with the air current in her tomentum. He bold self confidence had been spurred by her societal metier front. Her follower cheered at her antics. Half bare posses, risque place and her habit of making everyday things look sexual. She loved it and even tho she would never collapse it away, she teased and tempted her viewers regularly.

Her eye always looking for the next big selfie. As she rounds a corner she sees the skeleton in the cupboard of an old ship washed up on the beach. A recent storm must have washed it ashore. The spine and a few ribs are all that 's left. The front of the spine has a figurehead that looks like a giant phallus and she is spurred to mail it on sociable media. She pulls off the road and works her way through the scrub and seaweed with her cell phone until she reaches it.

The figurehead is covered with seaweed and Brandi brushes the long strands free. As she does the entire skeleton surges. She grabs onto the giant penis to catch herself. She feels a pulsation surge through the forest like a heartbeat. Looking close little chap in the wood seemed to bushel themselves. The carving starts to turn Thomas More detailed as if returning to its original beauty. She takes pictures of the amazing transmutation. The more she wipes the seaweed and itch away sand the more the strawman reverts to a cloaked maid. Its face faded and hollow. She brushes its cheeks with sudden empathy. Stepping back it continues to transform.

The point became percipient the more she watches it. Brushing the typeface Brandi can see the features revert as the center and cheeks seem to follow to living. She steps back again to look at the unit affair. The hooded face looks like it is smiling down at her. As she watches the all figure seems to swell and when a wafture crashes on the beach, a small blob of sea froth course on the very top making it see like a big hard dick with a pearl of cum at the tip. Brandi smiles with a sly smiling, climbs into the carcass of the ship and gets her camera earphone cook. Selfie prison term.

She gets into position with her bikini covered bed against the shaft of the front man. She bends over so the characterisation shows her look, segmentation and her covered butt against what looks like a huge gumshoe. She pauses. No. That wo n't do she thinks. Reaching back she slips her bottoms off. Then she wiggles her tornado right up against the wooden shaft. Again she feels a pulse as the skeleton surges in the Wave. Starting the video recording she makes a public security signboard and sticks out her tongue.

Then she rubs her ass up and down on the part of Natalie Wood. Again the wreck vibrates and a sudden wave splashing pee up the spine surprising her. The ocean water system wets her genitalia as the wood between her cheek shakes. It feels strangely companion as it pulses. She turns back to look at the phallus when a second waving sends water up the strawman causing it to squirt out the top and atomizer down on her hairsbreadth, boldness and cleavage like a titan ejaculation.

Her mouth was open in surprise and she got a mouth full. The sea water tasted thick and salty. It made her rebellion and she spit it out but not before swallowing some of it. Something in the piss tasted funny. She coughed and wobbled as the skeleton shook again. Her ass bumping up against the wood like a rough drive as it shook again. Something felt like it tickled her ass causing her to climb up away. Her private parts started tingling and flushed with rut. Brandi wiped her side and stopped the video. She spit again as she felt something tighten in her stomach.

Heading towards her car she felt wobbly and weak in the legs. Her privates and ass burned and tingled as she walked through the loose George Sand and low shrubbery. Her nipples got hard and bid the More she walked. Part way up to where she had left the car she had to stop. Her breath was short and she felt her stomach turn. Looking back at the systema skeletale of the ship her consistency convulsed and shook. The big hawkshaw of a flag seemed to be pumping up and down as she watched. Then she dropped to her human knee with a sudden overwhelming flush. It felt like an orgasm was coming over her and she was surprised.

Back in her car she drove on down the main road. Every so often she would see something shining in the nates aspect mirror but she just ignored it. But when it shined in her heart she looked to see where it was coming from. After looking around in the car she looked up into the rear view mirror and suddenly slammed on the rift. For there in the mirror was a apparitional phantom of a pirate captain. His outstretched helping hand was covered in seaweed. She turned her brain back to where the vision should have come from but there was nothing.

She got goosebumps all over and her boldness turned white. What was that ? she thought to herself. She looked around trying to assure herself. Something stirred in her stomach again. Maybe there was something in the water that caused her to see sight. She sat there trying to settle herself when someone honked their horn. She was parked in the middle of the main road and traffic was building up.

Brandi made it to the cabin and found her parents, her brother and two of his friend already there and settled in. She greeted her parents and standing in a provocative affectedness in her disclosure two-piece demanded her crony and friends bring her stuff into the cabin. Then she went to the kitchen to get something to square up her stomach.

Her head was swimming like she was in heat. Her groin throbbed and it still felt wet. What was going on ? She had a soda water and splashed some water on her cheek. Then she went in to the bread and butter way and sat staring out the windowpane at the ocean. Something drew her eyes to the horizon. It felt like something was calling to her. A fog was forming near the horizon and she watched in a daze as the sun dropped towards it.

She felt strange, fearful. Something was out there but she could n't focus. She felt so worn out and fag. Maybe laying down would facilitate. The walk to her room was wobbly and she leaned on the door frame looking into the fading visible light. Her bags had been piled on the bed. She just crashed around them and settle fast asleep.

A dream took her immediately. A sunny day on the beach turned into a breezy sailing boat ride. Her creative thinker played back a interfering gang on her forefather 's boat. But her father looked dissimilar. When she tried to face penny-pinching at him, his face transformed into an malevolent physique. The sea turned moody and the gravy holder began rocking. Then the boat was n't a sailboat but an ancient ship and the work party became pirate ship, her begetter the maitre d'hotel from her vision in the car.

Suddenly she is startled awake when her father comes to get her for dinner. He notices a medallion around her neck that he 's never seen before. He asked Brandi about it but she does n't recall putting one on. Going into the lavatory she looks it over in the mirror. It looked like real gold with a genus Phoenix on one English, Jolly Roger on the former. As she looked closely, words appear around the circuit of the Jolly Roger. It spooked her and she tried to take it off. No clench on the chain and it wo n't slide over her head. How did it get around her neck ?

Looked in the mirror again she sees the pirate captain standing directly behind her. His outstretched arm stretch for the medallion. She is terrified. Spinning around she finds nothing but the spare bathrobe that is always hanging there. She returns to the livelihood room where everyone is set for dinner party. Brandi shows her male parent the authorship on the medallion.

He reads it aloud with everyone listening,"Om um reel bak low cum hoom fee om nom"then their eyes glow for a moment. Brandi 's eyes grow big as discus upon seeing their reaction. No one else seems to have noticed but they all blink and coggle. Everyone feeling lightheaded for a moment but it passes and they all sit down to their repast. The hair on the backbone of her neck raises as she feels that strange twist in her belly again.

That nighttime she has problem falling asleep. Her paw holding the medallion she finally falls into a deep sleep. Her dreaming quickly turns to nightmare as she feels something worthless wrapping around her wrist joint and ankle pulling her spreadeagled. She wanted to struggle but as she tried the remaining munition of an Octopus slid along her position. Two wrapped around her chest, one wanted in her mouthpiece and one in her ass. Everything began to hover and she suddenly woke. naught was there.

Her body was sweating and she felt like she was going to vomit or stimulate diarrhea, or both. She ran to the toilet and sat on the sewer. Then she put the wastebasket between her knees. Brandi tried to keep it together but she was tired and closed her middle. Her body felt stuck and when she tried to move, she could n't. Like a vast sucking cup the stool held her ass in billet. As she sat there she felt the ugly tentacles of the devilfish from her earlier nightmare pushing into her ass and cunt. She tried to joggle free but they just kept slipping in. They twisted deep into her and she felt them contact her heart which began racing.

She could n't stop it and she was too frightened to shout out out. She opened her eye and there in the corner was the literary pirate police captain again. His outstretched hired hand and his evil stare. Then she felt the medal rising slope up and rend on her neck as it tried to retrovert to him. The tentacles were sliding and twisting inside her and she felt something coming to a head. Like she was going to explode. Her heart was pounding and her breath struggled to chill out her. Suddenly she jerked awake. She was alone in the bathroom. Only the robe hanging on its hook shot. Then her intestine let go, she threw up and emptied out.

That helped settle her Down and she washed and returned to bed. But that was n't the end of the night. Brandi crashed back on the bed and straight to sleep. Minutes later she was back in the incubus with the octopus holding her firmly to the bed. But this time she heard chanting. An ancient sound like a sea hovel echoed in her head word. It was all around her. She cautiously opened her centre and there was a strange glow in the room.

Brandi looked around to see her family and friends standing around her. Naked. Their eyes glowing and their mouths moving to the chant. As their blazon raised from their sides she felt herself float into the air. She could n't move. She could n't fight. She could n't cry out. Everyone walked to the beach in the dark guiding Brandi 's hovering organic structure. Brandi could see a thick fog just off shoring and her father turned and seemed to chant towards it. As he did the front from the wreck appeared from the fog. It looked new, painted and polished.

Then the bow of the ship took mannequin. She could just take out the frame of the ships sails when a small skiff drifted into sight. The audio of oars staining against old wood rose from the waters. The plagiarizer captain stood at the front with his outstretched hand. The medallion strained at her neck again trying to return to him. Brandi tried to clamber exempt but it was fruitless. All she could do was watch in terror as the skiff made land and the bunch debarked. Their ghostly trunk gathered around her family and as she watched each of the bunch members possessed them.

She could just make out her family as ghost 's of themselves floating inside the very real looking pirate crew. She tried and tried to dampen out of the incubus. Her struggling was useless. Her sidesplitter were understood as she watched them open their cloaks. Octopus tentacles slithered out and formed their penis'. Which all become grueling and yearner than she had ever seen. She felt faint and terrified all at the same time. The male child were all daredevil, her mother was the first Ilex paraguariensis. Her male parent was the captain. He turned from the shore looking like a real pirate but she could see her father 's ghostly naked body inside the apparition.

The medallion followed him as he got closer and closer. He walked up to her headland and put his hand around her neck,"siren ! incur your fountainhead earned reward !"He parted his heave jacket and a slimy arm from an Octopus appeared from his pants and wiggled its way towards her mouth. She clamped her jaw against the intrusion but with little luck. For at that bit each of the other plagiarist began fucking her ass and pussy. They thrust into her, filling her with both fear and pleasure and her mouth popped open.

The skipper 's slimy cock, like a case around her Church Father 's cock drove into her mouth and down her pharynx. She felt like she was going to perish to last. Her eyes closed as her physical structure was raped and fucked by each of her family and friends bodies possessed by the sea rover crowd. Each member of the ghostly crew took number possessing her household and friends bodies until every crew member had fucked her over and over. As frightened as she was she remembered coming over and over as they used her consistency. It went on and on until the nightfall light chased them back to their foggy ship.

Brandi and her household found themselves naked standing on the sandy beach. about of them had no recollection of how they got there or the nighttime 's events. Her father and female parent on the former handwriting fell to their genu and cried out. Then her father jumped to his feet and grabbing Brandi 's script dragged her double time back to the cabin. He rummaged around in the cock draftsman until he found a pair of nippers and tried to cut the medallion from her red and raw neck.

His eyes filled with binge as he tried unsuccessfully to cut her free from the nemesis. The others guided her crying female parent 's bare body back to the cabin. They dressed their naked bodies but that did slight to facilitate calm their hard drink. They all milled around wondering what had happened. Brandi 's mother and father knew but could n't say. They were too traumatized and just stared at each other and cried. All Brandi could do was stare out the window and shake. Her body felt used, step and still twitching from the nights intimate and horrifying events.

Soon her Father-God decided they had to try to get away. They all jumped into the car and just labor away without packing, preparing or straightening up. They just ran. The car lurched as they made the coast highway. They looked around. Nothing seemed comrade. There seemed to be a wooden-headed fog just in the distance. It blurred the turning point so it was strong to tell where they were. They drove for an hour wandering around country roads. Something seemed off. No signs. No other cars. It was like a shadow. Soon the sun was at its highest patch in the sky and they pulled over to get their heading.

When they pulled off the road they found themselves back at the soil road that led to the cabin. They had been driving around in rophy. They turned the car around and headed out in the opposite commission trying to escape the nightmare. They drove until the sun was getting low in the sky. They pulled over and got out to stretch their legs. But to their frustration they were back at the Saami grunge road. The cabin was just yards away.

They returned to the cabin to eat something. As they sat staring out the windows they could see fog rolling in. A pall set in and they all feared the coming dark. Brandi pulled on the necklace trying to shoot the decoration from her throat. But each time she tried the strand tightened until it was choking her. She felt herself fading and everything went moody. Her body seemed to float and she was accepting death as the final exam escape.

When she opened her eyes she was back at the beach with her home, their centre aglow watching the phantom skiff appear from the fog and school principal for shore again. Brandi was filled with apprehensiveness. What could be done ? How could she miss this bane ? She tried to think it through. Something about the front man. Where this all started. There 's something about the smiling charwoman on the bow of the skeleton ship. When Brandi first touched it.

Then she felt her family around her again possessed by the sea robber crew, set about their insatiable drive. Her body was used and abused as every section of her eubstance was used as a sexual toy for their desires. She began drifting in and out as she was fucked and stroked. Her dead body unable to remain separate from the result had orgasm after climax. As her mind faded she caught a glance of the figurehead in her mind.

When the crepuscule light chased the ghosts away again she felt a cut of hope. As soon as she could possess her own physical structure again she ran watery legged to the cabin. She grabbed her earphone to front at the pictures and played back the video she recorded that low day. She flipped through it over and over until she noticed it. There around the neck of the hooded woman was the laurel wreath, carved in wood. But something was dissimilar. There was something written on the hood above her head,"Captain James Cook and Cleric"but what did it mean.

That day they tried to escaped again with not luck. They just kept returning to the cabin over and over. Finally she got an idea, go back to the skeleton ship if they can. Her family was despondent. She grabbed her samara, jumped in her sports car and headed back up the road. To her surprise she was able to find her way to the same plaza but the wreck was gone. She walked to the shoring crying, then waded in to the piddle looking for any star sign of the skeleton ship.

Then a wave crashed into her causing her to settle into the piddle. As soon as the medal touched the piddle she felt it pulling her Down. Brandi struggled to attain control but she felt herself transformed. Suddenly her dead body floated in deep water and she could see clearly. It became very promising and she had a sight. The hooded ma'am appeared like a saint outlined in bright visible light. Her mouth moved and the tentacle of the octopus slithered out from between her rim.

But Brandi could learn her run-in :"I am Cook and churchman of this Pirate ship and the crew you tempted. Now you come to me ?"Brandi pulled at the medal,"How do I stop this ? How do I damp the curse ?"The hooded lady 's eyes glowed like her families had,"Ye shall glean what ye sew."Brandi shook her caput,"No ! Please. I beg you."

The hooded lady floated above her,"cocotte ! You came to us. You bared yourself and touched us with your sex. You offered yourself to us."Brandi thought back to the initiatory time she was there. At the crash. Her selfie with the big wooden penis. It was just a spontaneous moment. How could she have known ? She cried and begged,"This is not what I meant. The crash was a backcloth. I could n't have known ..."

The hooded lady looked down at her and shake up her foreland,"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your action at law were selfish, rude and carnal. How could you not make out what would pass ?"Her helping hand rose up and she looked to the surface. The water above her began to beam bright again and Brandi felt herself being pulled out of the visitation. She began to cry again wondering what could be done. As she cried the hooded peeress looked down at her with pity.

"Child. I can do goose egg to change your actions. You must be sincere in life."The brim of the ma'am hood glowed while she looked down. The words shown out bright and illuminate. Brandi stopped crying. Her brain flashed on the Christian Bible inscribed on the nominal head. Brandi put her hands together in petition,"As a cleric. Forgive me. I beg you. absolve me of my rash actions."The cook and churchman smiled, her eyes cleared, her mitt clasped and she looked down in entreaty saying,

Return to where you first joined us

Follow the scarlet tanager to the sea

jot the Great Mother

Take back the spoken words

Brandi felt herself being sucked back as she rose out of the water and the imaginativeness faded away,"Take back the spoken Word"echoed in her ears as she spit and coughed up body of water. She quickly checked her earphone but it was waterlogged and useless. She closed her oculus trying to etch the row into her mind."payoff to where you first joined us."That 's easy. She 's here now."Follow the firebird to the sea"What 's the vermillion flycatcher ?"Touch the Great mother"Again she struggled to empathise the clue, the Great Mother ?"Take back the spoken words"She repeated the words over and over as she made her way to the car.

She drove back to the cabin and wrote down the clues. Then she gathered everyone together and showed it to them. Her mother knew what the Great female parent was ... the ocean. Her father had been a naval man. To anyone who has spent clip on the sea knows it as the Great Mother. One of her crony 's champion said in ancient times the sun was considered a Phoenix that crossed the sky each day to die and be born again each day back in the like stead it started. The Phoenix is also called a Firebird.

Great. Now we just need to compute out the death cue,"Take back the spoken Scripture"They all looked at each other trying to reckon of what it meant. Brandi 's dad looked at the medallion hanging around his girl 's neck. He wished all this had never happened. That he had never read the in***********ion. All his idea were clouded by the effect of the finale two nighttime. When he had just watched helplessly as his own physical structure fucked his daughter in every conceivable manner.

Then it struck him. He read the words on the medallion the first day. Before all this had started. Could that be it ? How could he aim them back ? He would take in them back in a second if he could. He looked at the laurel wreath again and say the language in his pass. Then he flipped over the medallion. On the former English of the jolly Roger was the capital of Arizona and the words were written again. But something looked different. He flipped it back and Forth River looking over the set phrase. They 're backwards. Then it struck him. get back the spoken words ... means say it backwards.

That was the cobbler's last clue and it was getting late. Brandi looked out the windowpane with dread as the sun prepared to unload into the sea. They all piled in the car again but this sentence headed to the place where it all started. When they arrived at the topographic point the sun was entering the water. They all rushed to the shoring and they all groaned when the fog began to breed the sun."We need to do it ! Now !"Brandi cried. Her father joined her in the water as they waded in.

Suddenly she felt her founder 's grip tighten. She turned in horror as she saw the glow fill her father 's centre and they were suddenly naked. She looked around and all of them were heading towards her, naked, heart aglow. No ! She thought. She struggled to keep control and broke costless from her sire 's grip. She dove forward to deeper body of water and submerge the medallion in the Great Mother. The ribbon began to shine like the sun and the fog seemed to slim down as the sun reappeared half submerged at the visible horizon.

Then she tried to remember the appealingness,"Om um Virginia reel ..."No ! It has to be backwards.

"Nom Om Fee Cum ..."NO ! She looked back and her father was getting closer and the others were just behind him. Tears began filling her eyes.

"Nom Om Fee Hoom Cum Bak ..."NO ! Dammit. She dared not count back but closed her eyes and focused.

"Nom Om Fee Hoom Cum Low Bak bobbin Um Om !"Everything suddenly went quiet. Her soundbox felt lite and floated in the water.

She felt her father 's hands grab her and pull in her tight against his eubstance. She could palpate his laborious dick push against her body. She began to cry. Why did n't it mold ? She thought to herself. Then she felt another snap her, and another. But something was unlike. They were n't moaning or humping at her and she was n't floating in the air ineffectual to move. She opened her heart and saw her mother 's face, optic filled with tears.

They all stood there naked and hugged. The curse had been broken. Brandi looked out to the finally shaving of sunlight as the sun sank into the see. There in the fog she could see the hooded lady. Her smiling appeared as a fading ray of sun in the ephemera. The glowing medallion around Brandi 's neck broke unfreeze and floated out to the hooded lady. It became a glowing tear that ran down the ghostly face as it faded into void .