“W-what do I call you?”
The spirits introduced themselves as John and Richard. The specters shimmered and danced before her eyes. She was at their mercy and she was frightened, but she was also excited and intrigued.
She wanted to ask them about her mother, about what had happened to her and what Uncle Charlie meant when he said that she had to be rescued by Marion’s father, but then another electric surge passed through Marion’s body, this time it flashed across her chest and whole torso tingled with excitement and her gasps intensified and all her thoughts were dispelled. She went to ask a question but then another flash surged causing her mouth to form an ‘o’ and the words to drift out of her mouth in a guttural moan. John’s form moved gently over Marion’s body, his fingers were like glittering stardust and each brush sent a small supernova exploding under her skin. Richard maintained his position and out of the cracks of her eyes Marion could have sworn that he was smiling.
John spread his form all over her body. It was a cool sensation that blended with the heat from her skin. Her neck arched as pleasure weaved through her core and her muscles tensed. In the brief moments when her eyes were not clenched in pleasure she caught a glimpse of Richard descending, but she was unable to concentrate on anything for too long as it felt as though a hundred hands were over her, exploring and caressing every inch of her body. Unfamiliar sensations erupted in her mind and her brain struggled to process them. Marion’s chest heaved and her legs rubbed together as a burning started in between her thighs, it was frightening and exciting all at once and she didn’t want it to stop.
John sent himself further into her and her body began to writhe and shudder. Her arms reached out and her grip tightened around the sheets. Her lips searched for something tangible to kiss but all the found was a slightly sweet sensation in the air and a tangy touch, and it was strange because there was just enough of John for her to feel things.
Marion opened her eyes and looked at John and Richard’s body as they floated over her. They danced together in harmony and the air crackled with ethereal energy. Her nightgown glowed blue near her wet pussy and her nipples stood hard and erect through the thin material. She bit her lip and gazed into the white glowing eyes of them both, and smiled when they smiled. She reached out to touch them but was disappointed when she grasped air, and the ghostly forms swirled around and the connection was broken. She shot up as she was cast into darkness and looked around for them. The dramatic change in sensation left her feeling empty and frustrated, and she didn’t understand what had happened.
“John?” she called out, “Richard? Are you still there?” She looked around but couldn’t see anything so she collapsed on her pillow, pouting. However, then she heard a rattling sound and her eyes narrowed. She crept up and rested on her elbows, surveying the shadows of the room. She heard another noise and her head shot to the other direction, where she glimpsed a blue glow. Her lips curled into a smile and she leaped off the bed in pursuit. With a spring in her step, she made her way across the room to her wardrobe and searched through the clothes, but to her dismay she found nothing but dark shadows.
Another sound.
Her head jerked round again. This time she giggled as she ran to the other side of the room but again when she searched she found nothing. When she rose she screwed up her face to try and figure out where they were hiding, but as she looked around two small blue balls drifted through the room and came to rest before her face. The small orbs were beautiful and exotic, like a gem. She went to touch them but just as her finger was about to brush the surface, the ball shot back and exploded on the bed into the fully-formed ghosts, who appeared to be sitting with their legs crossed and their arms folded, although it was difficult to tell. Marion lowered her head and moved back to the bed where she curled up at the head.
“What happened? Was it something I did?”
“There is much for you to learn, but we can teach you.”
“Now,” Richard said, and it was as though his voice was directly in her mind, “raise your hand slowly and gently, and when you feel a change in sensation resist the urge to carry on. She gulped and brought her hand up, slowly, inch by inch it moved higher until she felt him spread over her palm. Blood rushed through her veins and her muscles throbbed with the effort it took to keep her arm steady but she could feel him seep into her and it was like nothing she had ever experienced before, as if a sharp spear of light was running through her soft, vulnerable flesh but then all at once her hand jerked and Richard’s hand was a mass of wispy smoke.
Marion’s hand fell limply to the bed and she let out a heavy, frustrated sigh.
“It’s okay. That was good for a first try. Try to think of it as…as though you are trying to touch a waterfall without disrupting the flow of water. You just want the slightest touch to feel the essence of it.”
Marion nodded and tried again. This time, Richard drifted away and was replaced by John. She remained focused and when John lowered his hand to meet hers, she remained calm and enjoyed the feeling of him oozing through her. A thousand pinpricks tingled over her palm and she shivered as the sensation moved down her wrist and her arm. She closed her eyes in sweet bliss as John moved through her, sharply plunging through flesh and bone to reach the deepest depths of her soul. It was so overwhelming and she could only withstand it for a short while before she had to tell John to stop. She took a few moments to breathe deeply and catch her breath, and then finished off the remaining water in the glass by her bed. When she opened her eyes she could tell that John was grinning. He and Richard floated over her while she lay there submissively and realized that a whole new world was opening up to her.
Without saying a word, Marion began to unbutton her blouse and exposed her soft, supple flesh to the air. The fabric fell away. It was the first time she been naked with men but her passion provided her with courage, and soon enough her panties were being slipped over her ankles, revealing her moist pussy. She drew her hands and they lingered over her burning mound, and she stroked and teased herself before bringing her slick fingers up. She curled her body around, her soft curves moving like the flowing of a stream as John and Richard descended upon her. They drifted either side, both of them crackling with supernatural energy. Marion gulped as she felt the pulses throb through her and then she held out her hand to put her new skills to the test.
She stretched out her hands and touched them both. The phantoms flickered but she felt them connect with her and the three of them became entwined on a plane that transcended mere physicality. The ghosts flashed and shimmered and Marion’s body jolted with the shocks of pleasure that shot through her like lightning bolts. Sharp moans leapt out of her lips and her eyes snapped shut at the intensity of it all. Her hands drew back and fell to the sheets while the ghosts came down and smothered her. She felt them all over her stomach, her breasts, her whole body was alive as if being enveloped in an orgasmic cocoon. John and Richard swam around her body, in between her breasts and around the back of her neck. She felt them spark against her lips and her mouth searched for something to lock onto. Her hair crackled with static electricity and she felt her arms being gently pushed up to rest against her head. A cool sensation trickled down her sides and her hips swayed along with them.
Marion gasped as she felt the ghosts reached down from her head to her thighs and then slowly encroach to her inner thigh. Richard was on her right and John on the left and they moved in tandem, slowly, teasingly, tantalizingly getting ever closer to her sweetest, most intimate area. She moaned with anguish as the spectral forces teased her clit and then erupted within her, reaching deep inside, for they were filling up her whole body with their strange and fantastical energy.
Her eyes shot open as the sensations exploded within her. Everything was vivid and intensified, as if she had become somehow hypersensitive to the world. Everywhere she looked was a sea of blue haze and in amongst it all were John and Richard’s bright, white eyes that led to a heavenly realm of unbridle
d pleasure. She writhed under their influence, the two of them made her shudder and her skin was soaked in a sheen of sweat. Her gasps became more frantic, more hurried, her chest heaved and her heart pounded in her chest and the ghosts were so deep within her that she could almost feel them cradle her heart in their supernatural glow. But down in between thighs they throbbed and pulsed against the lips of her pussy. Her legs twisted against the sheets as the ghosts stimulated her and rippled inside. They pressed their spirit forms against her breasts and she felt the weight of them against her, both of them, surrounding her, binding her to the bed, and she responded with a willing body and a willing mind. She stuck out her tongue and tasted their sweet aura, it was a strange sensation at first because her mouth wanted to swallow but there was nothing there, and then suddenly it was filled with the cool sensation, like a bubble expanding against her lips. She felt a pressure against her head and sucked gently, allowing it to flow and coat her cheeks and jaw and ripple down her neck. And then, it all boiled up inside her with the fury of a fire. It started at her pussy and flooded through the rest of her body. She clenched the bed sheets as an intense orgasmic force thundered through her, buffeting her body against the spectral forms of John and Richard. The room was filled with their haunting gasps of pleasure as they saw Marion wince and writhe in sweet ecstasy and then her scream spilt the air as her skin became flushed and her mind cracked and then she lay there, raw and spent as the ghosts remained by her side, caressing her with their spirit forms as she caught her breath.
And for the first time Marion didn’t miss London, she didn’t miss her parents, and she thought that perhaps she would begin to like life in the country after all. Whatever mysteries remained about the house were of no concern to Marion for she craved pleasure, and she was determined not to make whatever mistakes her mother had made.
THE END
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