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The Girl and the Ouija Board
An Erotic Possession
By Storysman
Storysman@aol.com
Section A:
Christy looked intently at herself in the mirror. Seventeen years
old, she thought. And she showed it. Her eyes started at her breasts
particularly. They had grown so quickly, and now dominated her thin frame.
She looked at herself, standing there in her simple bra and simple panties,
and wondered if she was attractive.
She pulled the nice-girl dress over her. She wished she could have
picked out her own clothes, but mother wouldn't have any of that. She
picked out everything, even though Christy had enough money from her job at
school to buy at least a few things for herself. Her mother insisted on
being conservative, and chose the dullest, most unattractive outfits
Christy could imagine, right down to the grandma-like bra and grandma-like
panties. Her mother was a prude, and tried to hide Christy from the men of
the world. So far, she had succeeded.
Christy spent the day at school looking at the other girls outfits.
She hated the fact that she went to an all-girls school. How could she
meet a boy here? The others girls weren't dressed much differently.
Religious mothers send their daughters to religious schools for a purpose.
A few girls broke the trends, and Christy was eager to hear of their
rebellion. Sometimes they would show her the lacy bras and panties they
wore underneath their drab skirts and sweaters. Christy always had to
stifle her jealousy, knowing full well her mother would kill her for
wearing something so sinful.
She arrived home from school as uninterested in life as she could be.
She couldn't change anything, and felt fearful she would turn out like her
mom. Her father was much more supportive, but never stood up to the bitch.
She had a package waiting for her. Since no one else had gotten home
yet, it remained unopened at the front door. She looked at the address,
and realized it was sent from her aunt. Her aunt was the exact opposite of
her mother, totally unreligious and experimental. Christy hadn't seen her
since she was twelve, as she was deemed a bad influence. So hastily opened
the box, hoping something exciting would be inside.
The top of the box produced a few boring items like a vase and a
bracelet. She dug deeper, and smile at what she found next. A dress! she
held it up, instantly loving it more than any other dress she had ever
worn. It wasn't extraordinary, it was a simple red dress. But it had
straps and was cut above the knee! She then pulled out a make-up kit.
Mother didn't let her wear make-up, but the girls often made themselves up
in the bathrooms at school.
She continued to into the box, and froze at what sat in the bottom: a
Ouija board. Christy knew what it was, though she had never seen one in
person. She instantly felt evil just for touching the box, but reminded
herself that was her mother's attitude, and she had to be different.
She wasn't sure how to use it, and found the board unresponsive in her
first attempts. So she decided to try on the dress while she was still
alone in the house. She admired herself in the mirror. She was a little
embarrassed by the amount of her cleavage that was visible, and the
apparent shape of her breasts all together. She felt a little wicked as
she turned to view her profile and backside. The dress caved in a bit
between her slim legs, and she wondered how easily a boy could look up it
if she wasn't careful bending over. But was she attractive? Was she sexy?
She had never had a date, but her mother wouldn't let her! She never had a
real chance to prove her womanhood except for the kiss she stole from her
friend's brother when she was thirteen.
Maybe the Ouija could help. She heard of people asking it questions
about themselves. Maybe she could make it work. She sat on her bed, and
rested the board on her lap. It felt cold against the bare portion of her
legs, and she rubbed it against herself to try to warm it up. She placed
her hands on the pointer. It moved.
HELLO.
"Hello." she said back. She felt a little scared, but wasn't sure if
this was her own mind tricking her or an actual spirit. "My name is
Christy, what's yours?"
C-L-I-V-E. The pointer moved to each letter as Christy recited them.
She managed to come up with a few simple questions. She was
embarrassed to ask it about herself, but that was the reason she was using
it.
"Am I attractive?" she asked.
Y-O-U-R-B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L the board spelled out in time.
Christy laughed, wondering if it was her own self-conscious trying to
bolster her self-esteem.
"Really? You're not just saying that, are you?"
NO.
She felt a rush flow through her at the compliment. She decided to
explain to the board about her mother, and about her lack of control in
selecting her wardrobe.
U-G-L-Y. The board spelled.
"What? I'm ugly now?"
NO. C-L-O-T-H-E-S.
"Oh, you mean my school clothes?"
YES.
"This dress is good, right?"
YES.
"But mom will never let me wear it. She'll think it's too sexy or
provocative or something. How can I be a woman with her around?"
D-R-E-S-S-D-I-F-F-E-R-E-N-T.
"Dress different? How shall I dress different without making her mad?
What can I wear that I can feel attractive in that she won't mind?"
The pointer slid to the first letter, 'B'. Christy recited the letter
and the letters that followed. "R-A-A-N-D-P-A-N-T-I-E-S.
"In my bra and panties?" her mind was really getting weird.
YES.
Of course, the other girls did that, but she never had the courage.
Maybe she should change that attitude.
She heard a car pull up outside. She quickly stashed the Ouija under
her bead and changed back into her school clothes as she heard rustlings in
the kitchen. She thought about what the Ouija said, and wondered if she
could get a ride to the mall the next day... ~
Christy stood outside the window, looking in at the forbidden garments
on the other side. Her heart beat in her chest as she pictured herself in
something from within. Her friend Joan had driven her to the mall and had
disappeared into the bathroom a few minutes before. She was going to tell
Joan of her plans, but now felt more comfortable making a purchase in
secret. But what to buy?
She knew she had a few minutes before Joan returned, but that was all.
She walked into the store, hoping nobody would speak to her. She averted
her eyes from the teddies and negligees that hung on the racks and walls.
They were DEFINITELY out of her league. She found the panties, and quickly
scanned the selection. She trembled at the sight of the small, shimmering,
pieces of fabric. She wanted something that was still nice, and not too
naughty. Eyes discovered a pair of pink ones. They had a little lace, and
looked like they would cover a little more area than most of the others.
But they were supremely more sexy than anything she had ever worn. She
took them and a matching bra to the register. The lady rang them up, and
she stuffed the bag into her larger department store bag and headed towards
the bathrooms. Joan appeared a few moments later, and took Christy home.
She had succeeded!
She couldn't concentrate the next day at school. The new panties
rubbed against her, creating a constant tickling sensation between her
legs. She felt everyone could see the pink lace underneath her blouse and
shirt, and that a good breeze would reveal her pretty area for all to see
in full glory. But she liked the feeling. She found herself squeezing and
unsqueezing her legs together as she sat in class. She slid forward in her
chair, pulling the pink against her more tightly. She reveled in the
tickles, and paid no heed to the days lectures.
After school and dinner, she pulled out the Ouija. She wanted to
thank Clive for the suggestion. She kept her voice quiet, making sure she
couldn't be heard by her mother or father.
L-E-T-M-E-S-E-E.
"Why you little pervert!" the instruction caught her off guard, so she
laughed it off.
L-E-T-M-E-S-E-E. The board responded again.
"Hmmm." she thought. She would have to undress sometime, yet she
couldn't help feel a little odd undressing for an invisible man. That's
assuming it was a spirit, and not her repressed mind getting REALLY weird.
She shifted on the bed, and felt the tickle underneath the board.
Christy felt excited. She couldn't explain why. She was in her room
alone. No handsome men had smiled at her that day. No pictures of bare-
chested hunks hung from her walls. She was alone with the Ouija, yet felt
the beginnings of sexual arousal.
She moved her hand to her top button, and undid the row as easily as
she normally would while undressing. The shadows and darkness removed
themselves from her bulging cleavage. Her pink, shiny bra glinted from the
overhead light, and she felt a smug breath of assurance as her breasts
heaved with breath. Just as quickly she slid her skirt from her body, her
matching panties covering a small area of her crotch. Her creamy legs
formed a striking combination with the fabric, and she prepared to sit down
and return to the board.
The pointer was standing on end.
Now she knew she hadn't done that. The board was slanted across her
bed, and the pointer was noticeably unbalanced as it rose into the air.
Christy grabbed it, and quickly returned the board to her lap.
"Are you hard for me?" she felt silly asking the question.
YES.
She paused a moment, and without realizing it, she brought the pointer
to rest against her crotch. The pointer sprung to life. "M-M-M-M" it
spelled over and over.
"I'm flattered you find me attractive." she said.
S-E-X-Y. S-E-X-Y. It spelled again.
Christy enjoyed the warm rush that spread over her. For the first
time in her life, she actually did feel sexy. The constant wondering if
boys wanted to have sex with her finally spun towards a conclusion. Oh,
who was she kidding? It had to be her own mind moving that pointer. It had
to be her own pent-up lusts finding an outlet. The years of girls-only
schools had unconsciously turned her into a sexually repressed young woman.
She glanced at her school outfit on the floor. The plaid skirt... the
stifling cotton sweater and plain blouse... Then she looked at her body in
the lacy undergarments she had purchased the pervious afternoon.
She set the Ouija board next to her and walked to the mirror. She
looked at the length of her seventeen year-old frame. "Boys must find me
sexy." she thought. She liked her face, her blue eyes, and the cascading
blonde hair that fell about it. Her breasts triumphantly sprouted from her
thin frame. She had big breasts, and she wasn't even sure they had
finished growing! Her stomach was tight and her hips swayed with beautiful
curves.
"I must be sexy." she thought. She cupped her breasts in her hands.
"What a shame no boy has ever touched these." She looked down towards her
young cunt. A fleeting notion came into mind. No, her thoughts answered.
Touch it -- the thought came again. No....
Touch it....
Christy had never touched herself. She had never stimulated pleasure
with her own probing hands.
No... she didn't want to do it. Mother wouldn't approve.
Touch it... Rub it...
Well, she had bought the new underwear. Maybe she shouldn't worry so
much about her mother. She brought her hand across her stomach, resting it
over her navel. She stiffened her fingers, and slid the hand down. Down
past her navel. Down to the upper ridge of her panties. Down and under
the pink fabric. Down into the beginnings of her young hair.
The door knocked. Christy froze, hand in panties.
"Christy? Are you still up?"
Mother! She quickly pulled out her hand . What if she opened the
door? What if she caught her? She couldn't be seen in her new bra and
panties or she would be in huge trouble. She ran for the bed, quickly
picking up her discarded clothes and dashing under the sheets.
"Christy?" the door began to open. Christy managed to throw her
blanket over the Ouija. Oh God! She was mostly naked in her exciting
lingerie with her crumpled clothes and an instrument of evil! Mother would
think she was possessed!
"Christy?" the door was fully open.
She blinked her eyes, as if she had dozed off. "Yes, mom?"
"Sorry dear, I just wanted to remind you we're going to church early
tomorrow."
"Ok, mom."
Her mother seemed about ready to close the door. "Why do you have the
light on? Have you brushed your teeth? Why don't you get up and get ready
for bed properly?"
Oh no! Christy realized with dread her mother was going to stand right
there until she stood up, sexy panties and all.
"I already brushed them, mom. Can you get the light for me?"
"Ok, honey. Good night!" The light winked out and the door closed.
Whew! That was a close one! Christy sprung out of bed and changed back
into her old, plain, white cotton briefs. She took her boring, simple
nightgown that left EVERYTHING to the imagination and crawled back into
bed. She didn't want to risk being caught again.
The next morning Christy woke up and agonized over whether she should
go back to her good girl undergarments. She loved the tingly sensations
that seemed to lift her from her feet, but the fear of being caught in them
almost won out. But it didn't. She chose the erotic new set, clasping the
bra with convinced determination and sliding on her panties in a sensual,
deliberate slowness. What were the chances of her being caught as long as
she had clothes on? She headed off to school, tingling from her lips to her
toes. The exotic feeling rubbed and concentrated between her legs. She
really wished she went to a mixed school. If she could just let her skirt
ride up, revealing those creamy thighs. But no one would notice in the
all-girls school.
After church that night, she waited for her parents to go to bed, then
she stripped down to her bra and panties, rested the Ouija across her
mostly bare lap, and continued her discussions with Clive.
The pointer responded instantly to her touch.
W-O-W. The pointer spelled.
"Am I sexy?" Christy asked.
YES.
She smiled. She had almost feared this spirit, or her mind, or
whatever would have changed it's mind about her. She was glad it didn't.
The conversation began with standard questions about Clive's life,
Christy's future, and the reasons her mother was a repressed bitch. Clive
continually referred to her as S-X-Y, the abbreviation they agreed on for
sexy.
"Well, I guess I have to go to bed." she eventually whispered.
The pointer moved. B-U-Y-M-O-R-E.
"Buy more? More what?" She realized her nearly naked state. She had
forgotten during their talk! "More panties?" she asked.
M-O-R-E-S-E-X-Y.
The full spelling made her realize it wasn't her name. "More sexy.
More sexy lingerie?"
Y-E-S.
"I can't!" Her face flushed red. "I'm embarrassed!"
B-U-Y-M-O-R-E.
"I'll look. But I won't promise anything."
She slid the board under her bed and pulled the covers over her. She
didn't bother changing back into her school-girl underwear. She felt her
mother was safely asleep. But more importantly, she felt wonderful in her
pink lace. Her mind raced with the idea of more lingerie and the feelings
it would create inside of her. She pictured herself in slips, and short
nighties, and even a teddy. Another trip couldn't hurt, she decided.
Another trip, another friend. She pulled the same trick and soon
found herself staring at the erotic fashions in front of her. She found it
easy to look at everything. The blatant sexual purpose of many of the
items didn't deter her examining eyes. But she still didn't feel ready
from such an item. Besides, what would the saleslady think of a seventeen
year-old buying some of these things? Then she saw the perfect solution. A
pair of black, silk panties shimmered with intoxication in the light. They
would barely cover her cunt, and the thin connecting straps would leave her
hips exposed. A little flower shape was cut out of them, and lined with
green. They are pretty, yet she knew they would drive a man wild. Clive
would have to approve.
She got home, and, despite the fact her mother and father were already
home and bustling, decided to try on her latest purchase.
Christy reached into the bag for the black silk panties. The
smoothness across her fingers seemed shot through her arm. Her heightened
senses truly appreciated the fabric now more than ever. She hurriedly slid
down her skirt and pink panties. She stepped into the new pair, and felt a
luxurious tingle spread up her leg.
"Ooo" she whispered quietly. She slid the panties up her perfect,
creamy, slender legs. "Oooh...." she moaned as the silk made contact
against her cunt. She tingled throughout her body, and she pulled the
panties tighter against her opening, then tighter yet. The silk buried
itself into her folds, and her hips began bouncing slightly as she moved
the bunched-up silk up and down her cunt. She held her breath as the forks
of pleasure pulsed through her flesh.
She relaxed, and reached for the matching bra. She anticipated the
soft touch against her nipples, and wrapped the silken garment around her.
She hooked the clasps together, then watched herself in the mirror as she
massaged her breasts through the reflecting black. Her nipples bulged
through the constraint, hardened by the soft touch. She smiled as she
realized the bra had little supportive purpose. It's purpose was to
please.
"Christy!"
Her eyes focused in the image in the mirror. Her mother stood in the
open door. Christy turned to her in frightened reflex, her hands still
cupping her breasts.
"What are you doing!" her mother strode towards her with flushed anger
and shock. She grabbed Christy's hand, wresting it from her breast.
"What on God's Earth are you wearing?" Christy watched as her mother's
eyes darted down her buxom frame. She watched her mother become absolutely
livid as she took in the silk and small amount of her daughter's flesh it
covered. She eyed the green-lined flowered opening and answered the sight
with a slap across Christy's cheek.
Christy was stunned as her mother pulled her to the bed. She quickly
found herself over her mother's knee. She hadn't been in that position for
years, but once again her mother's stern hand slapped against her buttocks.
Only now a glinting pair of black panties received the brunt of the
spanking.
"Why you little ungrateful whore!" her hand came down with a SLAP!
Christy's mostly exposed cheeks and thighs jiggled from the impact. "You
filthy little girl!" Another SLAP! "You dirty, naughty slut!"
Christy's whole body jiggled with the spanking, her breasts rocking
forward and backward with the momentum. Christy felt a wave of anger
spread over her. "They're just panties!" she cried.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Christy took the blows as fast as her mother
provided them. They stung, but didn't really hurt. In fact, strangely
enough, her nipples continued to remain hard and the slaps sent tingling
shockwaves through her body.
But the humiliation grew. She was seventeen years old. She wasn't a
little girl anymore. Her swaying full breasts alone attested to that. But
here she was, bent over her mother's knee being spanked for wearing silk
underwear.
"Get up!"
The spanking had stopped. Christy's ass tingled with red. She rose
to her feet.
"Take those filthy things off right now!"
Christy froze.
"Right now, young lady!"
Christy stared into her mother's eyes as she slid the right strap over
her shoulder. She continued the movement by sliding the left one over as
well. The silky bra clung to her breasts, but had dropped several inches.
She found the clasp without looking, and undid the hooks. Her breasts
bared themselves as the silk fell to the floor. She deliberately shifted
her body with the motion, bobbing her breasts and inducing a rippling
jiggle only present in ample sized women. She ran her hands over her erect
nipples, then moved them to her panties. She slid them off with a rush and
two quick steps, causing her breasts to bounce and flop in the most sinful
of fashions.
The mother gazed upon her nude daughter. The look in her eyes clearly
displayed the fact she was unaware of how much her little girl's body had
developed.
Christy turned her head as her father walked into the room.
"What's going on in--" his eyes widened at his daughter's displayed
beauty, and locked on Christy's breasts. The action was instinctual, and
his conscious quickly regained control and averted his eyes. Christy knew
the look wasn't simply one of shock at seeing his daughter out of her
clothes, it was very much one of admiration and lust. He wanted her
breasts. That look, along with her mother's realization, convinced Christy
of what her body had been telling her. She was a woman.
Soon her father had her wrapped in a towel, and he listened to his
wife's disgust over those two simple pieces of silk. As usual, her father
didn't say a word. He was always supportive and understanding. Still in a
huff, her mother exited the room. Chrisy watched as her father picked up
her bra and panties, unsure of what he was going to do. He turned to her,
and outstretched his hand.
"They're very sexy." he said, and left the room.
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The Girl and the Ouija Board
An Erotic Possession
By Storysman
Section A
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