Ghostly Gangbang

Brutally Ravished In The Haunted Brothel House

by Deborah Cockram

Ever tongue-fucked a ghost? Had an invisible cock, from an unseen assailant, pounding you hard and oh-so-deep?

Ashley and Tina never had. Fact is, Tina didn't believe in ghosts at all, and Ashley wasn't sure. Both thought spending the night in an old, haunted building – a one-time brothel – would be a much easier way to gain entrance to their chosen sorority than being everyone's little bitch slave for a who semester.

So the two freshmen coeds took on the challenge – spend a full night in the lone, abandoned building overlooking town.

The stories were meant to frighten – tales of a long-ago mass murder, a shooting between clients and whores working the house. And for more than five decades the spirits of those killed have been waiting, wandering the rooms and halls, their sexual desires unsatiated, burning, building for decades.

Tina wasn't afraid, of course, and Ashley took strength from her friend's resolve. But once night fell, and noises began sounding – moans, laughs, groans – the two learned spirits do exist.

And these particular spirits intend to use their human captives for a night of the most intense, most erotic, most pleasurably painful experiences the two have ever had, drawing from them sensations that are…well, simply beyond anything a normal human can experience…

 

Excerpt:

Her eyes snapped open. The lamp had gone out, though silvery light from the full moon flooded through the two windows, casting everything in the room in a ghostly light. Tina realized she was nude, her clothes tossed in a jumble next to her sleeping bag.

Above her, in that moonlight, she saw the outline of a feminine form, not a person, not a body – just the outline, almost as if the shape of a body hovered there, a shape she could see through, yet a form whose outline reflected the moonlight.

That form lowered itself onto Tina – she could feel its weight, as surely as if it were a person – legs straddling Tina's face, ample breasts rubbing against her lower body, as if a woman had climbed onto her, in the 69-position, wanting to give and receive oral sex. The room suddenly smelled of faint lilac.

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That's when she felt it – a pussy she could not see, pressing down on her face. Tina whimpered, tried turning her head. The form sat up, pressing down more of its weight on Tina's face, making it harder for her to breath.

Kiss.

She heard the voice inside her head. Tina started to panic, tried sitting up – the weight was too much – tried lifting her arms, but they were pinned to the ground beside her, useless.

Kiss. Taste.

Tina turned her face upward, closed her eyes and kissed.

She heard a long, low, sultry moan. Tina opened her eyes. She could smell pussy, feel the wet juices, though she could still see nothing but an outline. She kissed harder, slipping her tongue through the folds of the invisible cunt. Another moan, this one much longer, as if some great craving were being satisfied, some desire that had been waiting, wanting, forever.

Tina kissed harder, tongue slipping deep inside the unseen pussy. She felt its clit, licked there and she felt the creature – the ghost – shudder.

Then the weight over her redistributed again, and she felt the ghost stretch out along Tina's body, her pussy still over Tina's face, her breasts back, brushing, tantalizing so, across Tina's lower body.

Then she felt the kiss – thick, full lips against her own pussy, a long, slender tongue probing inside, tasting, exploring, pressing against her clit.

"Oh my god," Tina called out, little surges of power rolling through her pussy. Her words – she knew she had called out loudly, yet her words were faint, as if swallowed up by the invisible pussy over her face.

Tina glanced over at Ashley – her friend was nude as well, her arms stretched out to either side, the glowing outline of three male forms over her. One pressed his lips to Ashley's mouth, the other played across her breasts, squeezing, kissing, the third was between her legs, kissing Ashley's thighs.

The vision playing out in front of her enthralled Tina. Momentarily she forgot all about the ghost having its way with her body. Instead, she watched Ashley. The one figure, between her legs, pressed his face to Ashley's pussy, kissing, drawing a gasp from her friend. Then the figure withdrew, pulled himself closer and rammed his cock deep inside her.

Tina saw Ashley's pussy spread wide, saw the outline of the man between her legs, yet she could see straight into Ashley's cunt, as if there was nothing there, as if it had opened wide on its own.

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About the Author

I'm Deborah Cockram, and I write all sorts of deep, dark and dirty erotica. Sometimes it's incest, sometimes bestially, occasionally with somewhat "dubious" consent, and other times it's just plain old hard and rough one-on-one (or two-on-one or three-on-one) sex.

Whatever form the sex takes, my stories almost always involve a wicked dose of bondage, sensual pain, and of course, the most depraved, carnal pleasure, all rolled up a single tale.

You know, the kind that all good girls (and bad boys) enjoy…

Because of content restrictions at many retailers, you'll only find my stories at Barnes and Noble, Excitica, some at Smashwords, and of course at naughtyerotica.org


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