As the head of her cock was manipulated, Skye relaxed backwards.
"It's happening now. Fuck it! Might as well enjoy it." She thought to herself. Feeling her subtle acquiescence, the hands became a little more demanding, manipulating her until she was laying down, back raised off the ground, supported by a dozen invisible palms. Her cock pointed straight upward, slowly being jerked by a dozen invisible hands, with the palm of another slowly rubbing the head, which was leaking copious amounts of precum. Suddenly, as if growing more bold, or possibly more powerful Skye mused idly, she felt something rubbing against her cheek, leaving a sticky trail of... something. Lost somewhere between sobriety and utter bliss, Skye's lips parted gently, and her mouth was claimed by something long, thick and strangely warm.
At the same time, two pairs of hands deftly parted her cheeks, rubbing around her tight, virgin hole. Skye felt her face burn red and she half squeaked, half moaned around the intruder in her mouth as said hole was swiped across by something that felt strangely like an unnaturally long tongue. A moan built low in her throat as she felt pressure on her ring, and it slipped inside, slowly tonguing her and opening her ass up, pressing against her prostate as it did, causing her eyes to roll backwards in pleasure, and her legs to shake violently. Paired with the many pairs of hands expertly massaging her cock, she could no longer take it and she shuddered, violently squirting dewy white droplets onto her stomach.
As Skye came down from her orgasm, shuddering gently, she began to feel something wider than she was used to positioned at the entrance to her ass. Before she could fully comprehend exactly what was happening to her, she was invaded by a ghostly cock so large she could barely take it. Feeling her opening stretch wide to accept the semi-corporeal head, her eyes snapped open, and if it weren't for the dick using her throat with reckless abandon she would have screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Her ghostly partner didn't seem to care, setting a rough pace as he pounded into her silently, no sound being made as he repeatedly glided his cock across her prostate. Even through the pain, between that and the many hands still fondling her body, Skye could feel her cock waking up, growing harder and harder until it was standing tall and proud, as hard as steel.
Groaning, she felt herself approaching the edge once again, just as the disembodied member using her throat swelled, pulsed, pulled back slightly and spewed flavourless, ghostly cum into her mouth. If it had been any more solid, she might have choked, but it slid down her throat effortlessly. No sooner had the first ghost cum than she felt his friend, still pounding ruthlessly at her ass, also thicken. It pulled back so it was barely inside her, then with one mighty shove, pushed itself deeper than ever before (she swore she could almost feel a ghostly pair of hips going through her) and began to spew a gallon of ghostly ooze into her. With all the overstimulation, Skye's cock was pushed over the edge and for a second time, erupted. With even more force this time, it cannoned her cum over her head and into the grass behind her, each spurt growing weaker and weaker until eventually her cock deflated, leaving her laying on the ground, alone, covered in cum and surrounded by slightly stretched clothes.
A few hours later, redressed and somewhat presentable, Skye stumbled into Brookford Books, the bell hailing her arrival to the willowy black haired woman behind the counter.
"Ah.. Welcome back Skye, my first customer of the day! How was your night?" Sherry asked her, with a knowing twinkle in her eye.
"It was... fine" Skye murmured, her cheeks blazing red. "But is it okay if I keep the book for a while longer? I have some more uh.. things I wanna check out."
"Of course! In fact, keep it. I have a new shipment coming in next week. I'm sure you'll get more fun out of it than I would." The bookshop owner smiled, watching as the young woman turned heel to hide her blush and grinning, noting the small ghostly droplets rolling down her leg as she briskly walked out of the store.
