Communing with Spirits

Ouija boards are not a toy. Well, not for most users anyway.

Vera Alessandra is my OC.
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Moonlight covered the cul-de-sac, painting everything pale. Halloween was now over and November had begun, though a few children still remained outside acting out their costumed roles. Some snow began to gently fall from the clouds, quickly gathering in the nooks and crannies. The children threw their heads back, hoping to catch some of the white on their tongues.

One bedroom in a house in the middle of the street had it's curtains wide open, and the white light flooded inside. A white door stood left of the window, displaying a chainsaw-silhouetted mirror. A jet-black wardrobe sat on the wall farthest from the window, accompanied by a grey dresser.In the left-most corner, a TV and DVD player lurked, along with a selection of Halloween-themed films. A double bed sat to the right side of the window, it's diamond-patterns covers and sheets shining a little. In the centre of the room, two robed figures shifted.

Chuck Johnson was ready. He had everything set up: the spirit board he'd got at that car boot sale, the pointer, and nothing more than a pair of boxers and a navy-blue nightrobe covering his slender body. The guy he'd bought the board from had said the less clothing you wear when using it, the better your chance of getting through.

On his opposite side was his best friend Nate Taylor, equally dressed, though the robe struggled to contain his more muscular body. Although Nate was two years Chuck's senior, the two had been friends since primary school, and Nathan had refused to let Chuck do something this outlandish without him.

"So, index finger on the pointer..." Chuck told Nate. Both boys put their fingers on the pointer and Chuck spoke (they'd decided that with a coin flip earlier in the day) "Um... Hello? Can anyone out there hear us?"

To Chuck's great surprise, the pointer jerked slightly, then again, then began to move. "Is that you?" Nathan asked, looking shocked.

"No, I swear!" Chuck answered.

The pointer continued "H-E-L-L-O-C-H-A-R-L-I-E-A-N-D-N-A-T-H-A-N"

"You...you know our names?" Chuck asked.

The pointer answered swiftly "I-K-N-O-W-A-L-L"

"Prove it." Nate dared the pointer.

"C-H-A-R-L-I-E-L-I-K-E-S-T-I-T-F-U-C-K-S" The pointer spelled out.

"That-that was a lucky guess!" Chuck answered, flushing. How could it know about that? He only discovered his love for it 3 days ago while browsing one of his regular porn sites.

"N-A-T-H-A-N-S-S-A-F-E-W-O-R-D-P-H-O-E-N-I-X" The pointer continued.

"Okay, you've convinced us." Now Nate was bright red too. "So... Who are you?"

Something to Chuck's left began to shimmer lightly. Both boy's gazes turned and they nearly jumped backwards as it came into focus. A short, light blue figure was in front of them, her right arm touching the pointer. The figure was obviously a ghost-a ghost girl at that. She had short blonde hair tied into pigtails, wore a heavily torn black dress with black lipstick and nail polish. Perhaps the most disturbing thing was that she was covered in dark blue lines that they both knew were scars.

"You know, kids aren't supposed to use these things." She told them both, speaking with a strange accent.

"I'm not a kid!" Chuck indignantly answered, glancing at the red numerals on his bedside table. It said 00:15. With a sense of vindication he told the ghost "I just turned 18!"

"And that doesn't make you an adult." She answered sternly "Responsibility makes you an adult."

"Why should we listen to lectures from someone who isn't even real? You can't be real-we're just dreaming!" Nate told Chuck more than the ghost. "It's a shared dream!"

"Pinch yourself, then decide if you're dreaming or not." She dared them, smiling widely.

They both obliged her: pinching themselves on the arm hard. When they opened their eyes and looked to her, she was still there. This wasn't a dream after all. Their mouths were both open in shock.

The ghost smiled "Now that that's cleared up: I'm Vera Alessandra, and I have a question for one of you."

Chuck replied, still shocked "Go ahead."

"Charlie, Charlie, will you fuck me tonight?"

"What?" Nate was confused.

Chuck answered "It's a game some people play relating to spirit boards. Wait... did you say 'will you fuck me tonight?'" His mind had only just processed what Vera had said.

Vera laughed in answer. "I didn't say sexual things by accident. You just said you're both adults. How about you prove it to me?"

"But how do you expect us to fuck a ghost?!" Nate asked, shocked.

In reply, Vera reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair. She pulled and he let out a yelp of pain. "Just because I'm a ghost doesn't mean I'm not solid." she told them simply. "Now, how about you indulge my curiousity and strip off of those robes? Preferably the boxers too."

Both guys were a little embarrassed. They'd seen each other naked before in the school changing rooms, but never in front of a girl. Chuck was a loner, but Nate had no problem getting dates. What happened on those dates, Chuck didn't know. After a shrug, Nate stood up and began to disrobe, with Chuck soon following suit.

Chuck's tall, sunkissed figure wasn't plump or shapely by any means, but he wasn't skinny either. A little podge jutted out from his stomach and if you squeezed his bicep you'd feel more fat than bone. His cock was longer than it was girthy, but it was big enough to not fit into a water bottle (something Chuck knew from experience).

Nate's pale body was quite beefy. Not powerfully built, but with enough muscles to show off. You could lay a hard fist into his abdomen and he'd barely flinch (another thing Chuck knew from experience). Contrary to Chuck, Nate's cock wasn't the longest, but it was quite girthy-Chuck would have trouble fitting a hand around it (though that was something he didn't have experience with).

After sliding the ouija board away, Vera took both cocks in hand with unmistakable hunger. Unlike what Chuck had expected, the ghost's hand was warm and soft. She gently stroked them both, a smile of desire curving her lips. She looked from side to side, deciding who's cock should be sucked first.

After a few seconds, she chose Nate's, which was getting hard quicker. Clearly he was less weirded out than Chuck, who was still trying to believe that this was happening. Her lips wrapped around the head, but she wasted little time in pushing herself down it, coaxing a sigh of pleasure from the owner.

"Haaaa... It's... so waaarm..." Nate breathed heavily as she sucked him "And... how is it so..."

"Moist?" Vera took his cock out for a second. "I have no idea. I don't have any spit but my mouth is still wet as a lake." She turned to Chuck's now-hard cock and licked his shaft to demonstrate her point. Sure enough, no spit was left behind at all, but her tongue still felt wet. "My lower lips are the same." she added, winking at them in turn.

Her lips wrapped back around Nate's cock, but they only stayed there a few seconds before she turned to Chuck's length and wrapped her lips around his shaft, instantly pushing halfway, making him jerk in answer. Her tongue circled his cockhead as her mouth pushed deeper downwards, inch by inch.

Vera's hand gripped the base of his shaft as her lips sucked him harder. Chuck had never felt anything like it. Her tongue lashed at his length from almost every angle possible and her head slowly pushed deeper, taking more of it, breathing through her no-

Wait, breathing? How did that even-

But the ghost took a deep suck of his cock, the spike of pleasure completely derailing his train of thought. Chuck decided not to think about anything except the sensations he was recieving at Vera's hands (and mouth).

"Ah! My one regret-uh!-right now is that-ah!-neither of us can-oh!-return the favour you're-ung!-giving us." Chuck moaned through his bliss.

"For me, getting two guys in the first place is a reward." Vera answered, stroking them both with a slow, steady tempo. "Neither of you owe me anything." Both cocks were rock hard now, and Vera was clearly eager to proceed. "So, Nathan has more experience with women. How about I ride him while indulging Charlie's newest kink with these huge things?" she suggested, holding up her breasts.

Nate instantly lay down, with his knees under the bed (as it was high enough from the ground to fit a trunk for Chuck's decade-old toys) and Vera straddled him as Chuck got onto the bed, spreading his legs slightly. The ghost didn't wait a second longer than she needed to when lining up her opening with Nate's cock. She bent forwards and wrapped her ample tits around Chuck's long shaft just before she sank down onto Nate's cock, a moan escaping them both.

Vera's breasts were almost disproportionate to her size-although she was quite short, her breasts completely smothered Chuck's cock. They were as soft and warm as her hand, but they were dry as well. Remedying this, Chuck repeatedly licked his hand and Vera let him wetten his cock before starting her titjob.

The ghost began to lift her boobs up and down Chuck's lengthy shaft in time with her riding of Nate's girth. They felt so fleshy, and the tempo was slow enough that Chuck let out a moan with each movement she made. Nate's grunts of pleasure, though suppressed, still reached Chuck's ears. Vera's own moans weren't as suppressed, but they were quieter than the slapping of flesh against... whatever Vera was made out of.

Chuck already felt himself building to a climax and cried out. "Ah! Stop!" Vera did so instantly, looking up at him with a slightly worried look "If you keep that up anymore I'll cum, and I don't want to leave you disappointed."

Vera spoke while still riding Nate's cock. "Don't -ah-worry about-uh-that. None of the-ah-first timers last-oh-long at first. Ah-I can-uh-get you-oh-hard again."

Before Chuck could argue, she began to massage his cock again, speeding up her rhythm of riding Nate's girth. Chuck let out a stifled moan and lost balance on the bed, putting his hands behind him to stop himself falling backward. He bit his lip to stop himself moaning as the ghost wrapped her lips around his tip and sucked deeply.

Chuck couldn't hold back any longer, and simply let the orgasmic pleasure wash over his being. "Aaaaaaaaahhh..." he moaned, as his pleasure built to a head and he came, shooting 1, 2, 3, 4 loads of cum into Vera's hungry mouth.

After running a finger along the base to milk the rest out, she gulped it down and smiled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" she asked, lifting herself off of Nate's cock.

"Now neither... am I..." Chuck breathed. Both Vera and Nate chuckled.

"Don't worry-I know a special trick to pick you back up." Vera smirked, taking hold of his limp shaft. "If you thought my titjob was good, you're gonna love this..."

She began to rub his cock against her nipple, stopping every few seconds to stroke it a couple of times. Her nipple was completely hard and flicked side to side as Vera slid his shaft across it. A few strokes and Chuck was already semi-hard. Vera lined his shaft up with the tip of her nipple and began to push. Vera's touch felt strange-like she was less solid than before.

As Vera pressed her nipple against it, Chuck felt his cock penetrate her breast. It felt so warm... and it squeezed so tightly as he pushed inside... Vera's touch turned solid again as she gripped both sides of the breast Chuck's cock had impaled. Smiling widely, she began to push forward and backward; the tightness forced a loud moan from Chuck's throat.

Vera's nipple started to push along Chuck's shaft faster, and he began to whimper in pleasure-it was so tight. The ghost suddenly pushed harder, milking his cock vigorously; zealously, even. He bit his lip to stop himself sounding his rapture to the whole neighbourhood, unlike vera, who's moans echoed around the entire room. He found himself thrusting his hips forward as Vera rocked back and forth. He was fully hard now.

The ghost stopped her movements and let Chuck fuck her nipple at his own pace, still gripping her breast so his cock didn't fall out. Chuck thrust into her faster, grabbing her shoulders for support as he rammed into her breast. Vera's moans became even louder as his long cock fucked her nipple harder. Chuck started to think he might cum again just from this.

"Okay, you look very ready now." Vera told him, pulling back until Chuck's cock exited her nipple. Chuck could only let out a sigh of bliss in answer.

Nate spoke up "Can I say something that might kill the mood?"

"Sure, mate." Chuck breathed.

"That was the weirdest fucking thing I've ever seen." Nate replied.

Both Vera and Chuck burst out laughing at the thought of how that would've looked to someone watching. "Well trust me, it felt a lot better than it looked." Chuck answered, through laughs.

"Now, how about the three of us lay on the bed and you both fuck me simultaneously? Chuck gets my pussy, and Nate gets my ass." Vera suggested, wiping Chuck's eyes of tears.

Nate and Vera both got onto the bed, the ghost laying on her side and Nate getting behind her. Chuck got around the ghost's front and Nate lifted her leg into the air, hooking it under his burly arm. "You go first, mate." Nate told him, smiling sympathetically.

After lining up his cock with her pussy, Chuck pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch. Vera's pussy was tight and warm-it clenched around Chuck's cock snugly. The smile she gave him was reassuring, and her hand gently caressed his face. He pushed the second half in with a thrust and she let out a soft moan of pleasure that paralleled Chuck's grunt.

Nate lined up his cock with Vera's asshole, and the next thing Chuck knew was that he could feel his best friend's cock pushing into the ghost from her other side. They looked each other in the eyes and nodded before pulling their hips back. Together, they thrust forwards and a squeal of bliss sounded from the ghost's mouth.

Both men began to thrust in rhythm with each other. Chuck pulled as Nate pushed and Nate pulled as Chuck pushed. As Chuck pulled, Vera moaned as Nate's shaft pushed into her behind. As he pushed, she sighed softly instead. Chuck noticed that the moans were shorter lived but louder while the sighs were quiet and subdued but lasted longer.

Not willing to continue like this, Chuck began to push inside more erratically; speeding up his rhythm. Nate, catching on to what Chuck was doing, picked up his own tempo, but at a much faster pace than Chuck was going. Vera let loose a scream of bliss in response to both of her holes being forcefully pounded.

This carried on for a few seconds before Nate spoke up. "Pull out for a second, dude. I've got an idea."

Chuck obliged him and backed up a little. Nate rolled over and hooked Vera's left leg with his elbow. He lifted both legs up and was able to interlock his fingers, putting her in a full nelson, his cock still inside her ass. He began to pump into her hole again, to her great delight.

"OHHHH... FUUUUUUUUUUCK..." the ghost screamed "Been so looooong... since I-AAAH!"

Nate paused for a moment "You were saying?"

"Forget it; just don't st-O-O-O-O-OP!" Vera moaned as Nate resumed his rapid pounding.

Chuck shuffled over on his knees and Nate slowed down long enough for Chuck to place his cock back inside the ghost's pussy. Once it was inside Vera's warm tightness, Chuck began catching up to meet Nate's blazing thrust speed. His hands seized the ghost's plump breasts, and he pulled on them, using them as handles as he pounded her hole.

Both Chuck's and Nate's cocks pushed into Vera without any semblance of rhythm, and her cries made it clear she liked it that way. They both knew that their time was coming to a close, and wanted to make sure that they got every second's worth. Chuck's dick rammed into Vera with the speed of lightning and the force of an earthquake, his cock pushing all the way in before backing up.

Chuck began to feel himself reaching his peak again. Her warm tightness, her huge, soft boobs, her screams of rapture, and the feeling of Nate's cock fucking her from the other side were all weakening what little restraint he still had. But he already knew where Vera wanted him to cum.

"Uh-I'm-gonna-" Chuck grunted.

"Me-ah!-too-uh!" Nate answered.

"In-side-me-please-" Vera told them both.

After a few crucial seconds of silence, broken only by the slaps of Nate's waist against Vera's ass, both men felt their restraint break at the same time. Nate and Chuck both grunted as they thrust all the way inside the ghost and let loose their cum. They could feel each other's cock pulsing through the ghost. Chuck let loose a single, long-lasting pulse of cum while Nate spurted 3.

As they pulled out, Vera spoke, not even sounding a little tired. "Now, have we learned our lesson about playing with spirit boards?"

"Y-yes, ma'am... I'll be sure to... do it every day... from now on." Chuck told her breathlessly.

"Oh, I didn't mention? Those thing are a fad." Vera told Chuck, her lips breaking into a wide smile at his expression. "I was already here and decided to play with you a little bit. I had my eye on you when that bitch at school ditched you for the swimmer. I've wanted to make a move since then but it's only now you're legal."

"I didn't think those rules... applied to ghosts." Nate told her before swallowing.

"They don't. But they apply to me." She replied seriously.

"...I paid £30 for a fad?" Chuck asked, dejected. That had been half of his birthday money.

"Dude, you got to fuck a ghost!" Nate answered, looking ready to slap him. "You can't put a price on that!"

"At least one of you appreciates me." Vera laughed. "In fact, just for that..." The ghost kissed Nate, her tongue dancing with his for a few seconds. She broke it, leaving him a little starry-eyed, and spoke "Now, as much as I'd love to stay here celebrating Charlie's birthday all morning, there are other lonely young men out there who need me. I'll see if I can make it to your school's prom night though. Have fun, and use protection." she winked, shimmering out of their sights.

"Thank you." Nate told the air she'd disappeared from.

Chuck nodded. "From both of us."

A smiling Nate offered a clenched fist to Chuck, who happily met it with his own before the two of them started to dress in silence. Neither of them had any idea what to say, and they didn't need words anyway.