The boys lose control and Erin has the time of their past lives. Being a nympho had its merits.
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"HOLY FUCK!"
Erin Parrish was in trouble.
Her normally respectful young ghosts were losing sight of their normally good behavior. A huge ghostly cock in her cunt ripped her vulva wide, to anyone who might be watching, however unlikely, it was literally a gaping chasm of trickling succulence. With each exit of her invisible, should be intangible cock embedded deep, her pink interior followed its recall. Plunging back into her with a ferocious nonstop destruction all she could do was curse and scream her fool head off. There was no one to hear her, unless you counted her father forced to stand outside the barrier of her home praying for his daughter. He was helpless to intervene, as was any other spirit wandering the night.
Her ass raw from being spanked repeatedly, hair yanked back hard, a ghastly stranglehold over her throat and limbs, Erin was at their mercy. The sensations of multiple cocks rubbing all over her vacant flesh exciting yet terrifying. While it was erotic, her fears were coming true. She... wanted this. Well, as long as they didn't kill her doing it.
Being drunk only made her brutal lovemaking that much more in tune with her newfound reality. It was obvious that they sought to give her their finest almost bestial night of seduction ever. It was almost as if they... were themselves possessed, if that was even possible, let alone plausible.
For the last fifteen minutes she had cum five times under her lovers forceful pounding. Undeniable energy even in the spirit world she merely accepted her fate and discovered what Nirvana was really like to live in. As if switching off their tour of duty, she felt her specter scepter vacate in favor of another, finding her body lifting straight up off the mattress. Sensing airflow flutter across her belly and chest she concluded someone was now beneath her. Strong grips on her arms brought them behind her back where they were restrained firmly.
During the same apprehension a pair of non-existent arms curled her waist drawing her body into her unseen lover's chest. Her breasts even crushed against her invisible paramour. How she could feel that chest shocked her when she normally could not touch them. They could easily obtain her, but it was not consistent without something to cover them. Now it was she covering them. Surely, it must be something the ghosts were doing to allow this treat if you will. A new dick piercing her pussy was followed by another huge cock penetrating her anal cavity. A painful scream pierced the silence of midnight. Who needs lube right?
Both holes ripped wide open were in use, a warm pressure looming over her back found her hair pulled back again, now her throat being choked from the front. Fingers prying her mouth wide as if hooked from the sides. There was no further cursing outside of in her thoughts. A translucent cock forced itself into her mouth, the girth gagging her. DP gone wild! How was this even real? They should not even be tangible in order to perform such a spectacle. The impossible was all too possible it seemed.
While certainly she had much to fear, Erin Parrish was no amateur when it came to hardcore sex. While in Afghanistan she was filling the loneliness of being overseas and away from her loved ones through sex just like this. Many threesomes, a couple small scale gangbangs with her fellow troops, kept her tour of duty from conceiving that notion of PTSD. Insanity on her terms as she called it. Even as friends and former lovers ofttimes lost their lives to Humvee strikes, or worse there was always someone to console her, to feed her lust. If not for her friend Kyra keeping her grounded Erin might have pursued sex in far more dramatic ways. Her drive was near as insatiable as her boy toys of boo here.
Enduring an hour straight she passed out and woke up in an entirely new environment. She had left her Mistress bed and was now being held up against the bedroom wall as if suspended by herself, legs curled up over arms that she knew were there by sensation but couldn't see. What she did note was the one thing she hadn't expected. Her cellphone was floating in midair facing her as if being recorded. She did set her cell on video, had her camera ghost actually been recording her the whole time? Was her battery even still going? All she knew was she was going to cum again in five, four, three, two...BOOm!
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! GOD, YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Laughter filled her room; she had gone beyond the term ecstasy. This was even beyond the borders of Nirvana. What was above Heaven? Infinity? Pondering such haunts Erin found herself leaving the backdrop of wallpaper and being carried across the room and out on to the balcony to bathe in the moonlight. Fucked standing up, hands all over her backside, she howled into the night. She even waved at her dad, if she knew where exactly to wave. She might blush in the morning for her shameless behavior. Now however, this was by far the best sex of her lifetime. She just hoped she survived the night without having to call 911. Of course, with her cell likely dead even if her cameraman had no idea what that meant, still presuming he might be recording her destruction of Eve moment.
Further bouts of DP outside, she was making distant coyotes howl along with her. Anal and cunt vying in a seesaw effect while her breasts were devoured by unseen mouths, nipples tugged and bitten. Her throat savaged by two ghosts at once while her head was draped backwards by her hair. Her legs while held up were being attended to, as if her toes on both feet were sucked upon. Being ghosts it was obvious they could phase between one another to manage this feat of conquest. If it were flesh and blood males there would be no way, they could cover so much territory.
"JESUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" She wailed, her throat straining from so much chronic vocalizing. After the balcony run, she was carried upright, legs flailing about without no physical body to wrap them around. Only mighty faithful hands gripping her firmly kept her limbs from exaggerating any vice about sorely missed hips to cling to. It was so strange that they could grip her with a forbidden strength, yet she no matter how she wanted to could never touch them back. Denial was emotional.
Moving to the middle of the Mistress room her lover took her standing tall, her ass lifting and falling on something worthy within her. She really wished she had something to hold on too instead of being a puppet in their hands. Dangling Erin backwards while still thrusting like a seesaw from hell she found her wrists claimed and outstretched in two directions. There was no struggle in her, she was at their mercy every step of the way. Fine by her!
Head draped downward a ghostly penis forced a dick down her throat, the imprint of his girth and width actually being displayed as it moved back and forth within her throat's cavity. She thanked God for having her tonsils removed at an early age. Her nasal passages draining like a fountain she choked on her own saliva, face beet red under pressure. Along her horizontal pose it was a feeding frenzy of indentations and suckled flesh. Nipples obviously bitten and tugged taunt numerous times, her belly warmly kissed and presumably licked by at least three of the boo boys. She was cumming hard, her thoughts solely on saying, "Get me through this Lord." yet her poor Angel on her shoulder was hanging on for dear life, the Devil forking its side. Erin loved this, as much as it pained her to admit. Savage fingers in her asshole competed with her vagina's fulfillment. Her gurgles of overpowering bliss she lost her realm of focus. Brutality claimed her body regardless.
Out of the blue things were switched up, ghosts rotating positions in a changing of the guard. Bringing her forcefully back to the Mistress bed she was hurled back into the vastness of her King. With only a moment to catch her breath she was again swarmed. Subjected to being whirled over and her ass guided high while her upper body was smashed into the bedding. Her head smothered into the pillows by an unseen palm that prevented any rising up. She prayed she didn't suffocate at their negligence. Refusing to complain she endured a new lover; she could tell by the size of her intrusion. Anal only this time around she cried, tears staining her pillowcases. Emotional at her plight, yet begging it not to end, she resorted to a massive orgasm, body quaking as if a Rictor scale was tipped. Erin Parrish passed out for a brief minute then found oxygen in her future.
Drug upward by her hair she flew backwards over herself until facing the canopy above. Body lifted up from the mattress by two feet she found herself performing reverse cowgirl. She knew they had seen this move on the porno and was trying it out to her delight. Expected to enact her own stunt work she tried but being unable to ride on her own or use any shoulders to offer leverage she was helpless to assist him. It was his show not hers, his penis keeping her aloft as it thrusted upward, the strength of her boys was admirable, at certain points terrifying. Should they cut loose on a darker journey Erin knew her own ghost would be joining the party when the homes next owners moved in. Faith alone prevented that terror from consuming her. As rough as things were she truly felt that they were just wanting her to see how badly they desired her. Boys will be boys. Nay! MEN WOULD BE MEN!
Eying her invisible Casper, the cameraman holding her cell in front of her she caught her breath enough to make a request. "Let me see my phone." Accepted, her film maker shared the screen, shocked it was still recording. Wasn't there a time limit? A closer wince she even discovered her battery was fully charged. Jaw drooping at that revelation she considered the possibility of energy flows coming through the boys from who knows where. If they could do that it proved how powerful these guys truly were. She had always heard ghost stories of how energy was depleted, not invigorated. What was causing this reverse fortune?
