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The Girl and the Ouija Board
An Erotic Possession
By Storysman
Storysman@aol.com
Section B:
Christy fell onto the bed. She let the towel fall off her, returning
her to a completely nude state. She was flushed with spite and
determination and promptly redressed herself in the silk bra and panties.
She pulled the covers over her head. She wasn't sure what to think or what
to do. She was mad, humiliated, and aroused. She thought of the way her
father looked at her. A barely conscious part of her wanted to give
herself to him, to make up for the tortuous years he had spent with her
mother. He must be dying for good sex, and her young body could be just
hat he needed. But that idea was going too far, even for her. It was a
ridiculous notion and she wouldn't think anymore of it. She and her father
were close, and getting closer, in their combined dealings with mother.
She wondered why she he hadn't divorced her, but realized it was probably
so he could be with his daughter as she grew up. And my, how she had
grown!
She couldn't sleep yet. She decided to play some more with the Ouija,
to see if Clive had any advice for her. She hadn't yet turned off the
light, so she reached under the bed and slid the board out.
The pointer was on end. It stood straight up, just as it had when she
first removed her blouse and skirt the night before. She placed the board
across her bare lap and rested her hands on the pointer. It immediately
shot off the board and the pointed end slid right into her cunt. She
dismissed the motion as coincidence and placed the pointer back on the
board. Again, it slid and fell directly between her legs. She pulled the
board closer to her stomach, eliminating the available gap. She rested her
hands on the pointer, which darted to it's first spelling.
H-O-T.
"Hot?" she asked.
S-O-H-O-T.
"My new lingerie?" she smiled for the first time since her mothers
interruption.
YES. A-N-D
"And what?"
S-P-A-N-K-I-N-G.
"You saw that?"
YES. S-O-H-O-T.
"Do you like my silk bra and panties?"
YES. F-A-T-H-E-R.
"My father?"
F-A-T-H-E-R-W-A-S-H-A-R-D.
Christy blushed. The spirit had seen the event! "Clive?" she asked.
"Do boys want to have sex with me?"
YES.YES.YES. The pointer circled on the word.
"How many boys?" she asked.
The pointer moved. E-V-E-R-Y-1.
She was sexy! She knew it! The pointer hadn't stopped.
I-W-A-N-T
"You want..."
T-O
"To..."
F-U-C-K-Y-O-U.
Christy took her hands from the board She didn't know how to react.
Could the spirit have some kind of intercourse with her? She was afraid at
the thought.
"That can't happen." she said unconfidently.
W-H-Y.
"You're dead. How could you touch me?"
O-P-E-N-Y-O-U-R-S-E-L-F.
She didn't know what that meant. "Please explain."
L-E-T-M-E-I-N.
Now she was afraid. This thing was trying to possess her! Yet, she
seemed to trust the board, or at least was drawn to it. Clive was the
ultimate adventure, the ultimate exploration. She leaned her head back
against the wall, confused and frightened. She started to form an image of
Clive in her mind. She saw an attractive man, but not gorgeous. He was
smiling, and looking at her with the look her father wore, but his didn't
avert. The image became clearer, and as it did, she seemed to be able to
see herself in front of him. She could see the back of her head, and her
shoulders. The image rotated, and she saw herself from the front, dressed
in a white, opaque robe that hinted strongly at her shape without actually
revealing flesh.
Clive was in front of her. His hands moving towards the tie, but
seemingly unable to touch it. Christy watched the scene, feeling a heat
growing inside of her. It spread from between her legs and covered her
body, turning into a strong, cool breeze. The sensations came at once.
She felt her nipples harden, though she couldn't feel if they were on her
own breasts or the breasts of the girl in the image. She felt her lungs
breath in deeply and hold the breath with a gasp. She felt her cunt
moistening.
Open ...
The command was unspoken from him, and just as unspoken from her own
mouth to the ears of herself in the image. She watched herself carefully
move her hands to the tie, and slowly start to undo it. Once it was
untied, her image tenderly opened the robe, baring her breasts and
stretching them apart as her arms opened to full width. Clive stepped
forward, and his body melded into hers. The image disappeared, and she was
looking out her own, real eyes.
But she couldn't move. The commands to shift her body went unheeded
by her muscles. Then her arm moved, though she didn't will it.
She watched as her hand groped her right breast and squeezed. The
sensations washed new thoughts over her. Clive was inside her, controlling
her body. She felt his blended thoughts delight in the touch of her
rounded flesh. She felt a heat surge through him, and herself, as his hand
squeezed and probed her shifting breast. She had never touched herself
this way, and was now powerless to stop it. Clive was in her.
His excitement permeated her own thoughts as he once again experienced
the pleasure of female flesh. It was his body now, and he slid the soft
feminine hands under the silky bra, groping and teasing her breasts and
nipples in a way Christy had never considered. Ironic, she thought. that
she had never touched herself sexually under her own power. Now her own
hands caressed her fullness, and erupted quivers of passion inside her.
She had no control over his actions, but felt every nudge, every squeeze,
and every majestic glide her body created for itself. Her fingers, guided
by his lust, relished the smooth silk of her bra and the smooth silkiness
of her breasts. They unclasped the bra, and worked her breasts with
fevered squeezes and caresses. Her hips gyrated on the bed with
unconscious yearning. Her body was awakening. It was ready for sex.
And she realized more and more of Clive's mind and his lust for her.
She understood the aching desire to fuck her from his own thoughts and knew
that she was not only sexy, but the greatest turn-on he had ever known.
She realized his instinctual, carnal need to thrust his penis into her and
hump her trembling body until orgasm. Fucking her was an absorbing need --
an encompassing, mind-dulling need that moved her hands past her slender
waist and into her panties.
Her fingers pushed into her innocent vagina. Clive locked her eyes on
the sight, and she reacted with a mental gasp at how deeply her fingers
disappeared through the folds and into her opening. They glistened with
her flowing juice, and her body flooded with excitement and desire.
"Uhhhh!" her sweet voice responded to the contact. This wasn't her or
Clive, it was her instincts, her needs uttering the sound. Clive rubbed
her clit against her pulsing hips. She realized her smell. Her feminine
scent grew into the air, enticing her into deeper ecstacy.
"UUUHHH!" the tone became for aroused, more primal. Christy felt
overcome with lust and want. She wanted a penis to push into her, sliding
smoothly into her well-lubricated pussy. She knew it would hurt, but she
wanted the pain. Her nipples burned with fire. She fell onto the bed, her
eyes glazing at the ceiling. The rest of her body froze as her hips
bounced of the mattress in pushing, wanting thrusts. Each movement buried
her fingers inside her, then released them from her cunt.
"Oohhh! Oooohh!" her voice gained volume, again not her own or Clive's
doing. Her hips moved more quickly, trying to satisfy her burgeoning lust
to fuck. But it wasn't enough. Clive raised her body to a sitting up
position. Her hands clutched a pillow to her bosom as her eyes darted for
some instrument of satisfaction. The cotton case rubbed against her
enflamed nipples. The sensation created a new sexual wave through her, and
she pulled the pillow tighter, rubbing it against her heaving chest. She
tried the sheets next. Clive guided her hands across her exposed flesh
with the blankets. Her body was alive with sensuality. Every object that
touched her sparked a different erotic sensation.
The soft fur of a nearby teddy bear was next. She rubbed the smiling
play-thing down her cleavage and against her swelling pussy.
"Oooh!" she felt like she was going to burst, and Clive with her! Then
she spotted it. The bedposts. They sprung into the air, lean, hard, and
long. She scampered to the end of the bed and sat up on her knees. She
maneuvered her crying cunt over the knob, and lowered herself onto the
wood.
"Ohh! Ohh! God!"
The shaft of wood slid into her, filling her passage and pouring lust
out of her body. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhh!' she humped the post, wetting it with
her juice and heightening her sensations. She felt wonderful twitchings
and pressures emanate from between her legs. She managed to free one hand
and squeeze her tit hard.
"Uhhh! Uhhh!" the rhythm of her voice was smooth and lyrical. It grew
in pitch and volume, well past the confines of her bed room walls. Her
head swirled in delight.
"Let yourself go...." the voice was in her head, from Clive. She
wanted him. She wanted him in her, controlling her and letting her feast
on orgasmic discovery. Her conscious will released any strength it had
left. She let herself go into the blinding orgasm. She felt like she was
floating.
The sensation seemed to shift from her body pounding to her body being
pounded. The wood seemed to take on a flesh feeling, though she had never
had a penis inside her. She was alone in her room, but she felt the
essence of a hard, throbbing cock pounding her cunt. She lost all sense of
direction and time as the excitement altered her conscious like a drug.
She screamed in pure, uninhibited pleasure. Then she heard another scream,
this one not from her mouth.
Her eyes opened, but her head remained dreamy. She saw her mother, a
look of absolute terror spread across her face. She caught sight of her
body and the empty air below.
She was hovering!
She was in mid-air, her hips moving with the thrusts of an invisible
penis. Her breasts kneaded and indented from the touch of invisible hands.
"It's the devil!"
Christy wanted to laugh at her mother. If only she knew the pleasure!
She let her head fall back, uncaring about her mother's intrusion, and let
Clive's spirit penetrate her. She had regained control of her movements,
and pushed her hips into the invisible force, driving the unseen,
virginity-stealing cock into herself.
"Oh my God!" a new voice entered the room. It was her father.
Christy opened her eyes and looked at her dad. She felt sorrow at the
sight, knowing the only orgasm he had experienced for years came from the
stroking of his own hand. Again, his look back couldn't hide his lust and
desire for her. His eyes locked on her humping hips and her open legs.
She felt a change. The aura of Clive seemed to vanish almost completely,
but not quite. Christy continued to float in the air as her eyes scanned
the room for an explanation.
Her eyes rested again on her father. He had not averted his look.
His intense face spoke volumes of his wishes.
"Oh God, I can't help myself!"
Christy's mother tried to stop her husband as he pulled off his boxer
shorts and exposed his long, erect penis. She pushed her to the bed, where
she watched in absolute horror.
In two steps he was to her, in her, and pounding her.
"Oooooooooooh!" Christy cried out as she felt a real cock fill her.
Her father grabbed her tiny waist, and drove into her with the pent-up lust
of years. Years of frustration from a prudish wife. Years of frustration
at watching his beautiful daughter blossom from simple buds on her chest to
a full, curvaceous woman with creamy thighs and bouncing, jiggling breasts.
She sensed Clive in him, and there combined lust overwhelmed her. She
came as daddy's cock pressed into her. She screamed and moaned as her
breasts flailed up and down from the thrusting. She orgasmed as her
father's body shot a hot spurt of sperm into her. She brought her father's
hands to her breasts as he fell onto her. She wanted him to touch them.
She wanted to give something to the one parent she loved that normally
wouldn't have been possible.
Their two bodies slowly floated to the floor as the breast-massage
relaxed Christy. She looked into her father's eyes, but didn't recognize
the look as being his.
"Clive?" she exhaled.
"Yes." her father's mouth answered. He kissed her, and she me his
lips with equal passion. She just had sex. The moment was wonderful and
confusing, exciting and somewhat saddening. Clive had loved her with her
father's body. But she knew her daddy experienced everything, just as she
had. His body came to rest on hers, and she lay still as her own breasts
raised him gently up and down with breath.
His head rose again, and now looked at her with her father's
expression. They didn't speak a word, and didn't need to. They both
understood the ecstacy and opportunity they had experienced. They both
knew it wouldn't have happened without Clive, and wouldn't happen again
without Clive. It was an excuse that freed their guilt, yet abided this
one permutation of their lusts. She noticed her mother, passed out from
shock, and rose with her father. He carried his wife back to the bedroom,
and Christy headed for the bathroom to wipe the dripping sperm from her
legs. She carried her silk bra and panties with her. No need to hide them
now...
Christy awoke the next morning half-filled with excitement and half-
filled with fear. The previous night had taken her into pleasures she had
barely conceived, but she didn't know what consequences she would have to
face. She covered herself in her normal, plain bathrobe and headed for the
shower.
"Good morning, dear." It was mother! And she was smiling!
Several anguished minutes passed before Christy realized her mother no
longer remembered the night before. Either Clive erased her memory
somehow, or she had chosen to block it from her own memory. In either
case, it was definitely best. She didn't need to know of Christy's
blooming sexuality, or her intent to explore that sexuality with full force
and passion.
Christy pondered that thought. She wanted to have sex, and she wanted
sex with many different men. The events of the pass few days told her she
possessed the body to attain her goals. She realized she was rubbing her
breasts as the hot spray of the shower came down on her. But this wasn't
Clive. She was doing it herself. She touched herself without hesitation,
picturing herself with every young man she could think of in a heated,
sexual embrace.
She stepped out of the shower, her glistening body dripping and alive
with sensation. Then she remembered! Today was a field trip! There would
be boys from other schools!
A hundred naughty thoughts entered her mind she plotted ways to
entice. She dried her body, responding to the towel's touch as if it were
a male hand. She eagerly slid on the black silk panties, and clasped the
matching bra around her breasts.
The clasp came undone.
"That's odd." she thought, and re-did the hooks.
She began brushing her hair. The clasp again became undone, re-
exposing her curves. She clamped the hooks together with a force, trying
to ascertain if the bra had shrunk or if her breasts had grown even larger.
Everything seemed Ok. She returned to her brushing.
A light snap sounded as her bra unclasped for the third time. She was
growing excited at the sight of her pink, tender nipples, but aggravated at
the faulty garment.
Her panties jerked down. The fabric barely covered her cunt, but her
hair showed prominently. She figured it out.
"Clive!"
She expected to be ravaged at that moment. She expected to be lifted
once again into the air and embraced by the spirit. But no invisible touch
came.
"Ok." she said. "No bra. No panties."
She buttoned her blouse over her naked breasts. Her nipples were
rock-hard and evident through the white. Her skirt seemed drafty and open
with her cunt exposed beneath. She felt incredibly naughty and sexy. She
threw on a jacket and headed for school.
Every word spoken around her was like a dream. From the moment the
first boy saw her, she swam in a world of anticipation. They stared at
her, wanting her, lusting for her. She knew the look. She was only barely
aware that the field trip led them to a science center. She noticed none
of the exhibits, only the piercing, undressing eyes of the young men around
her. She let her breasts heave in their sight. She let her skirt ride up
her creamy thighs. She casually bumped into several young men with her
full breasts.
She had a small circle following her every move. The ones that didn't
follow stared at her. Even the male teachers weren't immune from her
swaying hips and protruding nipples. She let the men press against her in
the elevator, hoping one would do so with a significant bulge.
The worst part of the day came during a lecture. It was like school
as they sat in desks and listened. She grew frustrated at the boring
discussion and the lack of opportunity to interact with then boys.
She felt a tickle. She squirmed in her seat as a soft, thin sensation
tickled her cunt. No one was near the opening of her skirt, yet the tickle
came again. She gasped slightly as her pussy quivered. Her legs pressed
together, trying to protect it. She noticed goosebumps forming on her
legs. A third tickle still found its way, almost causing her to squeal.
As it was, the loud breath she drew caught the attention of those around
her. The attractive boy to her right turned and smiled, then looked again
to the instructor.
Her top button opened. She went to move her hands, but found they
were locked on the desk. Clive was back! "Oh, God, what's he doing?" she
thought to herself as another tickle spread her legs. She watched as the
second button of her blouse opened, then her third. She could see the tops
of her breasts and the dull glint of the outside light on her exposed
flesh.
She bit her lip as a fifth, powerful tickle arched her in her seat and
heaved her breasts. She wanted to cry out from the touch, but not in the
middle of a classroom! She continued to sit helpless as her buttons quickly
came undone down her blouse. Her breasts hung loosely behind the white,
her full cleavage visible to anyone who was looking. So far, nobody had
noticed.
Clive leaned her body forward slightly, and the motion dangled her
breasts away from her body. The boy next to her turned. His eyes grew
wide with sight of her curving flesh. The light made her blouse
translucent, and her full shape was obvious to the gawking young man.
"Uhh!" she was unable to keep her excitement quiet with the next
tickle. Most of the class turned to look at her, and immediately her shirt
flung open.
"Holy shit!" cried a number of boys as her breasts jiggled free in
front of them. Christy felt her body arch again, and her body left the
seat allowing her skirt to slide up to her waist.
"What are you doing, girl!" her teacher shrieked in shock.
Christy's left hand cupped her left breast, squeezing it caressing it.
Her right hand shot down between her legs, pressing a finger into her cunt.
The class watched in disbelief. The girls looked disgusted. The boys
looked like they had seen God. Christy's hips pumped as her fingers
entered her. She had absolutely no control.
"Ohh! Ohh!" her excitement overcame her embarrassment. Her teacher
was next to her.
"Stop that! Stop that at once!" she tried to free Christy's hand from
her breast, but was unable. She slapped Christy across the face. "Stop
it, you naughty girl!"
Her body stood up and leaned over her desk. Her hands left her breast
and cunt to hold herself. Her ass lifted into the air, writhing and
pumping with anticipation. Her skirt lifted itself onto her back, exposing
her buttocks and cunt.
The class was frozen, except for the disgusted girl behind her who
turned her face away from Christy's pussy. And for one other. The boy
next to her rose to his feet. "I can't take anymore of this!" he undid his
belt.
Christy's teacher began admonishing the boy and ordering him to sit
down, but her pulled off his underwear, stroked his pulsing cock, and
stepped beside Christy. He turned her body towards him from the waist,
then thrust into her.
"Ohh! Ohh! yeah! he screamed as her cunt tightened around his cock.
They began fucking frantically, the class still in disbelief, but now
starting to move.
Christy's bouncing head was facing the window, but she sensed the room
through Clive. She sensed the boys reaching into their pants and finding
their own throbbing cocks. She wished for the boy fucking her to rub her
breasts, and immediately his caressing hands danced on her nipples. Their
bodies were locked together, his penis thrusting in and out of her as fast
as he could pump it. His fingers pinched her tits, and his mouth sucked on
an earlobe.
She sensed the girls were getting aroused, as wished they, too, would
lose their inhibitions. As soon as the thought left her mind, several of
the girls began unbuttoning their blouses. Christy sensed their arousal,
the group sexuality that was emerging, and could see through Clive the
assortment of breasts that bared themselves. Some were small, some were
large. Some nipples were larger than her own, some smaller. She smiled at
the number of silky bras that dropped to the floor. If only her mother
could see this!
It didn't take long for the boys to avert their attention from
Christy's fucking body when the girls around them were stripped down to
their panties. Their hands quickly groped for the bared breasts. Some
soon found their cocks in the warm pleasantness of sucking mouths. Some
ripped down the shimmering panties that stood between them and an eager
cunt. Within moments, every girl had a boy on her with a penis somewhere
in her body.
"Ohhh!" Christy exhaled with the thrust of her man. "Ohhh!" she
screamed with the next. It was a stranger, yet it was Clive. She felt her
cunt pulse with impending orgasm. Her entire body shuddered with the
thrusts, and the growing ecstacy. She felt a pleasure and warmth between
her legs far beyond the previous night. She was aware of every hard cock,
every tingling pussy on the verge of orgasm in the room. The wave of sex
felt like it was going to burst out of her, like it was too much ecstacy
for one girl to handle.
Clive was in her, but no longer controlling her. She sensed him in
everyone, and noticed the pumps where synchronous.
"Uhhh!" the entire room shrieked as the boys pushed into their lovers.
"Uhhh!" another thrust, perfectly timed between the each of them. Christy
felt like she was going to cum out of her nipples. She had one last
fleeting image of the teachers around her, of the security people who had
entered the room only to watch in shock.
In a tidal wave of moans, the bare asses of every boy clenched as he
spurted cum into the cunts and mouths of the girls. Christy screamed as
the hot semen filled her own cunt and mixed with her own juices as the
still hard penis pounded into her. She collapased onto the desk, trapping
the boys hands between her warm breasts. Another stream of sperm shot into
her, and her eyes grew heavy with exhaustion.
The collective group all collapsed back into their desks. Christy
sensed a smiling Clive as she drifted into sleep. Soon they would awake,
fully dressed and attentive. She didn't know if the rest of the class
would remember the affair, but knew she would. And she knew it wouldn't be
the last. She might never be able to get rid of Clive, but at the moment,
that made her perfectly happy.
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The Girl and the Ouija Board
An Erotic Possession
By Storysman
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