Lesbian Ghost Encounter – Teen CNC Fantasy Phonesex – Part 2
Not to toot my own horn, but I can be pretty brave.
I’ve used a ouija board or two in my younger teen years, and I’ve thrown tarot cards and communed with the spirits. I’m no stranger to the undead–but a ghost has never followed me home and molested me in my own bed.
I was about to stand up when an invisible force shoved me onto the bed, flat on my back. It held me down, no matter how hard I struggled. Fear gripped my tight young body, and no matter how wide my mouth opened I couldn’t scream.
I was terrified.
Images began flashing through my mind: a woman in her mid-twenties. Gorgeous jet black hair that fell to her waist in dark waves. Voluptuous curves, large breasts, wide hips and a fat ass completed the picture. Her eyes were a brilliant greyish-green, and her lips were plump and inviting. Those lips parted and met again to form words that only I could hear: “You looked so beautiful, I just couldn’t resist…”
I gasped as a surge of energy entered my teen body. Tingling sensations erupted all over my skin, and I suddenly felt full… And that’s when my body started to move on its own. Or rather, that’s when the ghost of the woman in my visions began to molest me with my own body.
My hands–guided by her–travelled up my torso, lifting my sleep shirt and baring my breasts to the cold air of my bedroom. My nipples were two hard, raised bumps; she made me cup my breasts as my thumbs rubbed the erect nubs, teasing me. It felt as if my entire body was filled to the brim with static electricity–every touch was exhilarating, even though it was technically by my own hand.
The ghost squeezed my tits, and I couldn’t help but moan softly.
“You like that, don’t you?” she whispered into my mind. It sounded as if she were laying beside me. My left hand continued teasing my teen tits, while my right began sliding back down. “You like being teased by a stranger, your body worshipped. Isn’t that right?”
My fingers slipped into my panties, parting my already moist lips in search of my clitoris. It didn’t take long; it was already raised in anticipation, desperate to feel the ghost’s electric touch. She pressed my fingers against my wet nub and began to rub softly–not vigorously or roughly, as most men do. Her touch was gentle, delicate. Like her focus was on massaging my sweet honey pot until the time was just right. I moaned louder as she teased my clit, tugging on it gently.
Then she slipped two of my fingers inside my wet teen pussy, and I thought I was going to cum on the spot.
“Let’s taste you…” she ordered.
My hand slipped out of my panties and returned to my face, slick with moisture. I licked my fingers and groaned as she did. “God, you’re so fucking sweet…”
Suddenly, the electricity pulled out of my body, and I could see the ghost from my visions laying beside me. I could hear her every shallow breath, feel her every cold touch as she slid her hand back down my body and into my panties. Her lips captured mine, locking me in a deep, passionate kiss as her fingers explored my pussy. I was getting finger-fucked by a ghost lesbian, and I had never felt so good…
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