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Authors name: Storysman (storysman@aol.com)
Story title : Girl and the Ouija

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The Girl and the Ouija
By Storysman (storysman@aol.com)

***

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 
girl's 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 its 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. Its 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. "There 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. Christy 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. 

Christy fell onto the bed. She let the towel fall off 
her, returning her to a completely nude state. She was 
flushed with spite and determination and promptly 
redressed herself in the silk bra and panties. She pulled 
the covers over her head. She wasn't sure what to think 
or what to do. She was mad, humiliated, and aroused. She 
thought of the way her father looked at her. A barely 
conscious part of her wanted to give herself to him, to 
make up for the tortuous years he had spent with her 
mother. He must be dying for good sex, and her young body 
could be just hat he needed. But that idea was going too 
far, even for her. It was a ridiculous notion and she 
wouldn't think anymore of it. She and her father were 
close, and getting closer, in their combined dealings 
with mother. She wondered why she he hadn't divorced her, 
but realized it was probably so he could be with his 
daughter as she grew up. And my, how she had grown! 

She couldn't sleep yet. She decided to play some more 
with the Ouija, to see if Clive had any advice for her. 
She hadn't yet turned off the light, so she reached under 
the bed and slid the board out. 

The pointer was on end. It stood straight up, just as it 
had when she first removed her blouse and skirt the night 
before. She placed the board across her bare lap and 
rested her hands on the pointer. It immediately shot off 
the board and the pointed end slid right into her cunt. 
She dismissed the motion as coincidence and placed the 
pointer back on the board. Again, it slid and fell 
directly between her legs. She pulled the board closer to 
her stomach, eliminating the available gap. She rested 
her hands on the pointer, which darted to its first 
spelling. 

H-O-T. 

"Hot?" she asked. 

S-O-H-O-T. 

"My new lingerie?" she smiled for the first time since 
her mother's interruption. 

YES. A-N-D 

"And what?" 

S-P-A-N-K-I-N-G. 

"You saw that?" 

YES. S-O-H-O-T. 

"Do you like my silk bra and panties?" 

YES. F-A-T-H-E-R. 

"My father?" 

F-A-T-H-E-R-W-A-S-H-A-R-D. 

Christy blushed. The spirit had seen the event! "Clive?" 
she asked. "Do boys want to have sex with me?" 

YES.YES.YES. The pointer circled on the word. 

"How many boys?" she asked. 

The pointer moved. E-V-E-R-Y-1. 

She was sexy! She knew it! The pointer hadn't stopped. 

I-W-A-N-T 

"You want..." 

T-O 

"To..." 

F-U-C-K-Y-O-U. 

Christy took her hands from the board She didn't know how 
to react. Could the spirit have some kind of intercourse 
with her? She was afraid at the thought. 

"That can't happen." she said unconfidently. 

W-H-Y. 

"You're dead. How could you touch me?" 

O-P-E-N-Y-O-U-R-S-E-L-F. 

She didn't know what that meant. "Please explain." 

L-E-T-M-E-I-N. 

Now she was afraid. This thing was trying to possess her! 
Yet, she seemed to trust the board, or at least was drawn 
to it. Clive was the ultimate adventure, the ultimate 
exploration. She leaned her head back against the wall, 
confused and frightened. She started to form an image of 
Clive in her mind. She saw an attractive man, but not 
gorgeous. He was smiling, and looking at her with the 
look her father wore, but his didn't avert. The image 
became clearer, and as it did, she seemed to be able to 
see herself in front of him. She could see the back of 
her head, and her shoulders. The image rotated, and she 
saw herself from the front, dressed in a white, opaque 
robe that hinted strongly at her shape without actually 
revealing flesh. 

Clive was in front of her. His hands moving towards the 
tie, but seemingly unable to touch it. Christy watched 
the scene, feeling a heat growing inside of her. It 
spread from between her legs and covered her body, 
turning into a strong, cool breeze. The sensations came 
at once. She felt her nipples harden, though she couldn't 
feel if they were on her own breasts or the breasts of 
the girl in the image. She felt her lungs breathe in 
deeply and hold the breath with a gasp. She felt her cunt 
moistening. 

Open ... 

The command was unspoken from him, and just as unspoken 
from her own mouth to the ears of herself in the image. 
She watched herself carefully move her hands to the tie, 
and slowly start to undo it. Once it was untied, her 
image tenderly opened the robe, baring her breasts and 
stretching them apart as her arms opened to full width. 
Clive stepped forward, and his body melded into hers. The 
image disappeared, and she was looking out her own, real 
eyes. 

But she couldn't move. The commands to shift her body 
went unheeded by her muscles. Then her arm moved, though 
she didn't will it. 

She watched as her hand groped her right breast and 
squeezed. The sensations washed new thoughts over her. 
Clive was inside her, controlling her body. She felt his 
blended thoughts delight in the touch of her rounded 
flesh. She felt a heat surge through him, and herself, as 
his hand squeezed and probed her shifting breast. She had 
never touched herself this way, and was now powerless to 
stop it. Clive was in her. 

His excitement permeated her own thoughts as he once 
again experienced the pleasure of female flesh. It was 
his body now, and he slid the soft feminine hands under 
the silky bra, groping and teasing her breasts and 
nipples in a way Christy had never considered. Ironic, 
she thought. that she had never touched herself sexually 
under her own power. Now her own hands caressed her 
fullness, and erupted quivers of passion inside her. She 
had no control over his actions, but felt every nudge, 
every squeeze, and every majestic glide her body created 
for itself. Her fingers, guided by his lust, relished the 
smooth silk of her bra and the smooth silkiness of her 
breasts. They unclasped the bra, and worked her breasts 
with fevered squeezes and caresses. Her hips gyrated on 
the bed with unconscious yearning. Her body was 
awakening. It was ready for sex. 

And she realized more and more of Clive's mind and his 
lust for her. She understood the aching desire to fuck 
her from his own thoughts and knew that she was not only 
sexy, but the greatest turn-on he had ever known. She 
realized his instinctual, carnal need to thrust his penis 
into her and hump her trembling body until orgasm. 
Fucking her was an absorbing need -- an encompassing, 
mind-dulling need that moved her hands past her slender 
waist and into her panties. 

Her fingers pushed into her innocent vagina. Clive locked 
her eyes on the sight, and she reacted with a mental gasp 
at how deeply her fingers disappeared through the folds 
and into her opening. They glistened with her flowing 
juice, and her body flooded with excitement and desire. 

"Uhhhh!" her sweet voice responded to the contact. This 
wasn't her or Clive, it was her instincts, her needs 
uttering the sound. Clive rubbed her clit against her 
pulsing hips. She realized her smell. Her feminine scent 
grew into the air, enticing her into deeper ecstasy. 

"UUUHHH!" the tone became for aroused, more primal. 
Christy felt overcome with lust and want. She wanted a 
penis to push into her, sliding smoothly into her well-
lubricated pussy. She knew it would hurt, but she wanted 
the pain. Her nipples burned with fire. She fell onto the 
bed, her eyes glazing at the ceiling. The rest of her 
body froze as her hips bounced of the mattress in 
pushing, wanting thrusts. Each movement buried her 
fingers inside her, then released them from her cunt. 

"Oohhh! Oooohh!" her voice gained volume, again not her 
own or Clive's doing. Her hips moved more quickly, trying 
to satisfy her burgeoning lust to fuck. But it wasn't 
enough. Clive raised her body to a sitting up position. 
Her hands clutched a pillow to her bosom as her eyes 
darted for some instrument of satisfaction. The cotton 
case rubbed against her enflamed nipples. The sensation 
created a new sexual wave through her, and she pulled the 
pillow tighter, rubbing it against her heaving chest. She 
tried the sheets next. Clive guided her hands across her 
exposed flesh with the blankets. Her body was alive with 
sensuality. Every object that touched her sparked a 
different erotic sensation. 

The soft fur of a nearby teddy bear was next. She rubbed 
the smiling play-thing down her cleavage and against her 
swelling pussy. 

"Oooh!" she felt like she was going to burst, and Clive 
with her! Then she spotted it. The bedposts. They sprung 
into the air, lean, hard, and long. She scampered to the 
end of the bed and sat up on her knees. She maneuvered 
her crying cunt over the knob, and lowered herself onto 
the wood. 

"Ohh! Ohh! God!" 

The shaft of wood slid into her, filling her passage and 
pouring lust out of her body. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhh!' she 
humped the post, wetting it with her juice and 
heightening her sensations. She felt wonderful twitching 
and pressures emanate from between her legs. She managed 
to free one hand and squeeze her tit hard. 

"Uhhh! Uhhh!" the rhythm of her voice was smooth and 
lyrical. It grew in pitch and volume, well past the 
confines of her bed room walls. Her head swirled in 
delight. 

"Let yourself go...." the voice was in her head, from 
Clive. She wanted him. She wanted him in her, controlling 
her and letting her feast on orgasmic discovery. Her 
conscious will released any strength it had left. She let 
herself go into the blinding orgasm. She felt like she 
was floating. 

The sensation seemed to shift from her body pounding to 
her body being pounded. The wood seemed to take on a 
flesh feeling, though she had never had a penis inside 
her. She was alone in her room, but she felt the essence 
of a hard, throbbing cock pounding her cunt. She lost all 
sense of direction and time as the excitement altered her 
conscious like a drug. She screamed in pure, uninhibited 
pleasure. Then she heard another scream, this one not 
from her mouth. 

Her eyes opened, but her head remained dreamy. She saw 
her mother, a look of absolute terror spread across her 
face. She caught sight of her body and the empty air 
below. 

She was hovering! 

She was in mid-air, her hips moving with the thrusts of 
an invisible penis. Her breasts kneaded and indented from 
the touch of invisible hands. 

"It's the devil!" 

Christy wanted to laugh at her mother. If only she knew 
the pleasure! She let her head fall back, uncaring about 
her mother's intrusion, and let Clive's spirit penetrate 
her. She had regained control of her movements, and 
pushed her hips into the invisible force, driving the 
unseen, virginity- stealing cock into herself. 

"Oh my God!" a new voice entered the room. It was her 
father. 

Christy opened her eyes and looked at her dad. She felt 
sorrow at the sight, knowing the only orgasm he had 
experienced for years came from the stroking of his own 
hand. Again, his look back couldn't hide his lust and 
desire for her. His eyes locked on her humping hips and 
her open legs. She felt a change. The aura of Clive 
seemed to vanish almost completely, but not quite. 
Christy continued to float in the air as her eyes scanned 
the room for an explanation. 

Her eyes rested again on her father. He had not averted 
his look. His intense face spoke volumes of his wishes. 

"Oh God, I can't help myself!" 

Christy's mother tried to stop her husband as he pulled 
off his boxer shorts and exposed his long, erect penis. 
She pushed her to the bed, where she watched in absolute 
horror. 

In two steps he was to her, in her, and pounding her. 

"Oooooooooooh!" Christy cried out as she felt a real cock 
fill her. Her father grabbed her tiny waist, and drove 
into her with the pent-up lust of years. Years of 
frustration from a prudish wife. Years of frustration at 
watching his beautiful daughter blossom from simple buds 
on her chest to a full, curvaceous woman with creamy 
thighs and bouncing, jiggling breasts. 

She sensed Clive in him, and there combined lust 
overwhelmed her. She came as daddy's cock pressed into 
her. She screamed and moaned as her breasts flailed up 
and down from the thrusting. She orgasmed as her father's 
body shot a hot spurt of sperm into her. She brought her 
father's hands to her breasts as he fell onto her. She 
wanted him to touch them. She wanted to give something to 
the one parent she loved that normally wouldn't have been 
possible. 

Their two bodies slowly floated to the floor as the 
breast-massage relaxed Christy. She looked into her 
father's eyes, but didn't recognize the look as being 
his. 

"Clive?" she exhaled. 

"Yes." her father's mouth answered. He kissed her, and 
she me his lips with equal passion. She just had sex. The 
moment was wonderful and confusing, exciting and somewhat 
saddening. Clive had loved her with her father's body. 
But she knew her daddy experienced everything, just as 
she had. His body came to rest on hers, and she lay still 
as her own breasts raised him gently up and down with 
each breath. 

His head rose again, and now looked at her with her 
father's expression. They didn't speak a word, and didn't 
need to. They both understood the ecstasy and opportunity 
they had experienced. They both knew it wouldn't have 
happened without Clive, and wouldn't happen again without 
Clive. It was an excuse that freed their guilt, yet 
abided this one permutation of their lusts. She noticed 
her mother, passed out from shock, and rose with her 
father. He carried his wife back to the bedroom, and 
Christy headed for the bathroom to wipe the dripping 
sperm from her legs. She carried her silk bra and panties 
with her. No need to hide them now... 

*

Christy awoke the next morning half-filled with 
excitement and half-filled with fear. The previous night 
had taken her into pleasures she had barely conceived, 
but she didn't know what consequences she would have to 
face. She covered herself in her normal, plain bathrobe 
and headed for the shower. 

"Good morning, dear." It was mother! And she was smiling! 

Several anguished minutes passed before Christy realized 
her mother no longer remembered the night before. Either 
Clive erased her memory somehow, or she had chosen to 
block it from her own memory. In either case, it was 
definitely best. She didn't need to know of Christy's 
blooming sexuality, or her intent to explore that 
sexuality with full force and passion. 

Christy pondered that thought. She wanted to have sex, 
and she wanted sex with many different men. The events of 
the pass few days told her she possessed the body to 
attain her goals. She realized she was rubbing her 
breasts as the hot spray of the shower came down on her. 
But this wasn't Clive. She was doing it herself. She 
touched herself without hesitation, picturing herself 
with every young man she could think of in a heated, 
sexual embrace. 

She stepped out of the shower, her glistening body 
dripping and alive with sensation. Then she remembered! 
Today was a field trip! There would be boys from other 
schools! 

A hundred naughty thoughts entered her mind she plotted 
ways to entice. She dried her body, responding to the 
towel's touch as if it were a male hand. She eagerly slid 
on the black silk panties, and clasped the matching bra 
around her breasts. 

The clasp came undone. 

"That's odd." she thought, and re-did the hooks. 

She began brushing her hair. The clasp again became 
undone, re-exposing her curves. She clamped the hooks 
together with a force, trying to ascertain if the bra had 
shrunk or if her breasts had grown even larger. 
Everything seemed Ok. She returned to her brushing. 

A light snap sounded as her bra unclasped for the third 
time. She was growing excited at the sight of her pink, 
tender nipples, but aggravated at the faulty garment. 

Her panties jerked down. The fabric barely covered her 
cunt, but her hair showed prominently. She figured it 
out. 

"Clive!" 

She expected to be ravaged at that moment. She expected 
to be lifted once again into the air and embraced by the 
spirit. But no invisible touch came. 

"Ok." she said. "No bra. No panties." 

She buttoned her blouse over her naked breasts. Her 
nipples were rock-hard and evident through the white. Her 
skirt seemed drafty and open with her cunt exposed 
beneath. She felt incredibly naughty and sexy. She threw 
on a jacket and headed for school. 

*

Every word spoken around her was like a dream. From the 
moment the first boy saw her, she swam in a world of 
anticipation. They stared at her, wanting her, lusting 
for her. She knew the look. She was only barely aware 
that the field trip led them to a science center. She 
noticed none of the exhibits, only the piercing, 
undressing eyes of the young men around her. She let her 
breasts heave in their sight. She let her skirt ride up 
her creamy thighs. She casually bumped into several young 
men with her full breasts. 

She had a small circle following her every move. The ones 
that didn't follow stared at her. Even the male teachers 
weren't immune from her swaying hips and protruding 
nipples. She let the men press against her in the 
elevator, hoping one would do so with a significant 
bulge. 

The worst part of the day came during a lecture. It was 
like school as they sat in desks and listened. She grew 
frustrated at the boring discussion and the lack of 
opportunity to interact with then boys. 

She felt a tickle. She squirmed in her seat as a soft, 
thin sensation tickled her cunt. No one was near the 
opening of her skirt, yet the tickle came again. She 
gasped slightly as her pussy quivered. Her legs pressed 
together, trying to protect it. She noticed goose bumps 
forming on her legs. A third tickle still found its way, 
almost causing her to squeal. As it was, the loud breath 
she drew caught the attention of those around her. The 
attractive boy to her right turned and smiled, then 
looked again to the instructor. 

Her top button opened. She went to move her hands, but 
found they were locked on the desk. Clive was back! "Oh, 
God, what's he doing?" she thought to herself as another 
tickle spread her legs. She watched as the second button 
of her blouse opened, then her third. She could see the 
tops of her breasts and the dull glint of the outside 
light on her exposed flesh. 

She bit her lip as a fifth, powerful tickle arched her in 
her seat and heaved her breasts. She wanted to cry out 
from the touch, but not in the middle of a classroom! She 
continued to sit helpless as her buttons quickly came 
undone down her blouse. Her breasts hung loosely behind 
the white, her full cleavage visible to anyone who was 
looking. So far, nobody had noticed. 

Clive leaned her body forward slightly, and the motion 
dangled her breasts away from her body. The boy next to 
her turned. His eyes grew wide with sight of her curving 
flesh. The light made her blouse translucent, and her 
full shape was obvious to the gawking young man. 

"Uhh!" she was unable to keep her excitement quiet with 
the next tickle. Most of the class turned to look at her, 
and immediately her shirt flung open. 

"Holy shit!" cried a number of boys as her breasts 
jiggled free in front of them. Christy felt her body arch 
again, and her body left the seat allowing her skirt to 
slide up to her waist. 

"What are you doing, girl!" her teacher shrieked in 
shock. 

Christy's left hand cupped her left breast, squeezing it 
caressing it. Her right hand shot down between her legs, 
pressing a finger into her cunt. 

The class watched in disbelief. The girls looked 
disgusted. The boys looked like they had seen God. 
Christy's hips pumped as her fingers entered her. She had 
absolutely no control. 

"Ohh! Ohh!" her excitement overcame her embarrassment. 
Her teacher was next to her. 

"Stop that! Stop that at once!" she tried to free 
Christy's hand from her breast, but was unable. She 
slapped Christy across the face. "Stop it, you naughty 
girl!" 

Her body stood up and leaned over her desk. Her hands 
left her breast and cunt to hold herself. Her ass lifted 
into the air, writhing and pumping with anticipation. Her 
skirt lifted itself onto her back, exposing her buttocks 
and cunt. 

The class was frozen, except for the disgusted girl 
behind her who turned her face away from Christy's pussy. 
And for one other. The boy next to her rose to his feet. 
"I can't take anymore of this!" he undid his belt. 

Christy's teacher began admonishing the boy and ordering 
him to sit down, but her pulled off his underwear, 
stroked his pulsing cock, and stepped beside Christy. He 
turned her body towards him from the waist, then thrust 
into her. 

"Ohh! Ohh! yeah! he screamed as her cunt tightened around 
his cock. They began fucking frantically, the class still 
in disbelief, but now starting to move. 

Christy's bouncing head was facing the window, but she 
sensed the room through Clive. She sensed the boys 
reaching into their pants and finding their own throbbing 
cocks. She wished for the boy fucking her to rub her 
breasts, and immediately his caressing hands danced on 
her nipples. Their bodies were locked together, his penis 
thrusting in and out of her as fast as he could pump it. 
His fingers pinched her tits, and his mouth sucked on an 
earlobe. 

She sensed the girls were getting aroused, as wished 
they, too, would lose their inhibitions. As soon as the 
thought left her mind, several of the girls began 
unbuttoning their blouses. Christy sensed their arousal, 
the group sexuality that was emerging, and could see 
through Clive the assortment of breasts that bared 
themselves. Some were small, some were large. Some 
nipples were larger than her own, some smaller. She 
smiled at the number of silky bras that dropped to the 
floor. If only her mother could see this! 

It didn't take long for the boys to avert their attention 
from Christy's fucking body when the girls around them 
were stripped down to their panties. Their hands quickly 
groped for the bared breasts. Some soon found their cocks 
in the warm pleasantness of sucking mouths. Some ripped 
down the shimmering panties that stood between them and 
an eager cunt. Within moments, every girl had a boy on 
her with a penis somewhere in her body. 

"Ohhh!" Christy exhaled with the thrust of her man. 
"Ohhh!" she screamed with the next. It was a stranger, 
yet it was Clive. She felt her cunt pulse with impending 
orgasm. Her entire body shuddered with the thrusts, and 
the growing ecstasy. She felt a pleasure and warmth 
between her legs far beyond the previous night. She was 
aware of every hard cock, every tingling pussy on the 
verge of orgasm in the room. The wave of sex felt like it 
was going to burst out of her, like it was too much 
ecstasy for one girl to handle. 

Clive was in her, but no longer controlling her. She 
sensed him in everyone, and noticed the pumps where 
synchronous. 

"Uhhh!" the entire room shrieked as the boys pushed into 
their lovers. "Uhhh!" another thrust, perfectly timed 
between the each of them. Christy felt like she was going 
to cum out of her nipples. She had one last fleeting 
image of the teachers around her, of the security people 
who had entered the room only to watch in shock. 

In a tidal wave of moans, the bare asses of every boy 
clenched as he spurted cum into the cunts and mouths of 
the girls. Christy screamed as the hot semen filled her 
own cunt and mixed with her own juices as the still hard 
penis pounded into her. She collapsed onto the desk, 
trapping the boy's hands between her warm breasts. 
Another stream of sperm shot into her, and her eyes grew 
heavy with exhaustion. 

The collective group all collapsed back into their desks. 
Christy sensed a smiling Clive as she drifted into sleep. 
Soon they would awake, fully dressed and attentive. She 
didn't know if the rest of the class would remember the 
affair, but knew she would. And she knew it wouldn't be 
the last. She might never be able to get rid of Clive, 
but at the moment, that made her perfectly happy. 

THE END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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Kristen's collection - Directory 4