A Halloween Story: Seance (2024)
Content Warning: cnc, ghost-fucking, semi-public
Well, I always thought it was bullshit. All this talk of the 'other side' and ghosts. When I was younger, a few friends and I used a ouija-board. It was a all bullshit, of course. It didn't take a lot for one of them confessing that they've been moving the damn thing around.
Not that I don't like the aesthetic of it. Burning some incense, having candles lit, some pentagrams maybe? Sure, that's nice. And the only reason I agreed to partaking in a seance of sorts to try and talk to a ghots. My friend won it and invited me and some others to go as well. We'd have a bit of fun with it and then maybe get some burgers afterwards.
Now, though, sitting here in a silent room with the candles and the heavy scent of lavender and sandalwood hanging around... it feels kind of eerie, I have to admit that. An elderly woman with a high bun had moved us into this dimly lit room by nightfall. No other instructions.
"You want to talk to the other side, yes?" she asked. And when we agreed she proceeded to put up candles and paint some runes onto the table with clay. She 'cast the omens' as she said when she threw a bunch of gemstones and tiny bones onto the table and then said, "yes, it is a good day today." Sure, of course it is. It's halloween, after all.
We're sitting here in a circle around the room, holding hands while the lady murmurs something. It's been like this for several minutes. Surely, she'll have some special effects planned? Otherwise this would be so boring.
The first candle is blown out shortly after. I knew she'd have some special effects planned! We didn't want to contact a specific person, so I guess we're just trying to see who's here. Must be easier for her, too. This way, she doesn't have to find out any traits or memories from whoever her clients try to contact. She doesn't have to fake talking to a certain person.
I frown when I feel something on my arm, but when I look, nothing's there. Maybe there's a window open somewhere. It feels like there's a hand... The woman's chanting grows louder and seems to reach a crescendo - then she stops. The feeling doesn't go away.
"They're here", she says.
"Who?", my friend asks.
The woman looks around, "whoever lived here before... a few who're wandering aimlessly. They like being called. No one remembers them."
So she's trying to scare us with a spooky story, now? I huff. Maybe I should just go back to the car and wait for the others. Just as I let go of my friends hands, the woman shouts-
"-no!"
But it is too late. I hear more shouting and see that my friends grab each other's hands, closing the circle again, all while I'm ripped up into the air by my arm. There was something there. Fuck! When I look around, I see twisted faces and the faint outlines of people around me. Whoever holds me up in the air is joined by others. They make sure I'm hovering above the table. What are they doing? I feel them peeling my clothes off.
My skirt is slipped down my legs and lands somewhere on the ground. My top is pushed down, so my tits spill out and someone - something - is pulling my panties down and slips them down until they're hanging off of one of my legs, despite my squirming and protesting.
I'm fully panicking now. These are no special effects. I look aorund, try to get my friends to help, shout, but they're holding each other's hands tightly and look up at me with horrified faces.
Not only am I exposed to my friends and the woman like this, I have no idea who's touching me. Are these really ghosts? Why did they take my clothes off?
But deep down I know. Ghosts... they're probably horny little fucks. The woman said they're mostly forgotten, they like the attention of being summoned. Who knows how many came when she fucking called to them. Who knows how long they didn't fuck.
God, I'm so stupid. I'm about to be their pleasure toy, I know it even before the first hand starts playing with my tits. I look down. The hand is not attached to a body at all. It's just the hand pulling my nipple until I moan and squirm to get away. The hand flicks the nipple, twists it, before pulling the other. The vague shape of a human appears and I feel a hot mouth sucking my nipple, the graze of teeth. My nipple is released with a wet pop, air is blown over it.
God, I can feel myself getting wet from this treatment. I'm such a slut. All my friends will be able to see it, as I'm hovering right above the table they're sitting at. Is my pussy already glistening with wertness?
Something nudges my mouth and I shake my head no. But one of the shapes behind me slaps my ass, I moan and a dick forces it's way into my mouth, deep, no prep. I gag on it, but it's relentless. My face is getting fucked while the others amuse themselves with my tits.
Gagging and slurping sounds fill the room. A hand slides up my leg, closer and closer to my pussy. I squirm my hips, but it's no use of course. I feel fingers sliding through my cunt before pulling away again and I can only imagine how the hand is displaying my wetness to my friends, showing them what a slut I've just become for these beings.
The hand touches me again just a moment later, slides through my wetness, teases my hole, spreads wetness through my crack. I clench my cheeks when I feel a finger probing my asshole. It doesn't slide in and I'm thankful.
But not for long. Soon, a hot and heavy cock is replacing the finger teasing my cunt. It slides through my slit, gathering my wetness. I'm breathing heavily through my nose. Between the cock fucking my throat, the fingers playing with my nipples and the dick teasing my slit, I feel on the edge already. I'm so wet that I'm sure my juices must be dripping onto the table by now.
I moan loudly, shamelessly, when the dick stops sliding through my slit and nudges my entrance. It's thick, veiny. I knew this, I felt it when it was sliding through my slit.
My legs are flailing around uselessly when it starts pushing forward and into me. I try to get away, but it's useless. The head pops in and I moan around the dick in my mouth, "hnnnnnngh".
It feels like this thick cock is pushing into me forever, and it only gets thicker and thicker. My eyelids flutter close when it finally, finally bottoms out inside of me. Fuck. What kind of ghost is this? There's no way a human had a cock this thick and long.
I hear some whimpering. It sounded like my friend. Are they getting touched, too? I can't look down with the cock still fucking my face. It's getting faster, hitting the back of my throat, while the cock in my pussy is pulling out slowly and sets a torturously slow pace. I feel every vein and bump as it slides in and out of me slowly. Meanwhile, the cock that's being shoved down my throat is setting a pace so hard and so fast that my whole body shakes.
I feel a tongue licking up my neck. God, it's ridiculous how this might be the best sexual experience for me, ever. With all my friends present and this strange lady there, getting fucked mercilessly by these ghosts or whatever they are. The thrusts of the cock in my throat stutters, it pushes in deep and I feel hot cum gushing down my throat. I try to swallow around it, but it gushes over anyways and runs down my face and neck.
I suck in heaving breaths when the cock is pulled out of my mouth. Cum drips onto the table and I see my friends faces for the first time since all of this started. Kelly almost looks like she wants to break the protective cicle the older woman is instructing to keep up and David looks ready to faint. Kelly's eyes grow lage when the giant cock in my cunt picks up speed and starts rutting into me harder and faster.
The ghosts manhandle me so that I'm kind of in a doggy-style position, still floating above the table. My tits swing with each thrust and I'm moaning loudly. What's the point in hiding, now?
"Fuck!" I scream when it hits my g-spot over and over again. A ghostly hand sneaks down my body, squeezing my tits. I know where it's going. "Please, please, please", I moan when it reaches my clit.
Ghosts, it seems, are not cruel in giving out pleasure. I don't have to beg a lot. With the cock fucking into me with abandon, so deep I think can taste it and the hand manipulating my clit, I come so hard I squirt and make a mess all over my friends.
My eyes flutter as I'm pumped full of ghost-cum and I see David, upon being bathed in the juices I squirted, ripped his hands out of the circle to wipe at his face. I'm too fucked out, but I'm sure I see how his pants are ripped down by invisible hands.
I just hang there for a moment, still impaled on that huge cock. But as it pulls out, another takes it's place and I'm sure this seance will take many more hours than normal.
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