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Maggie’s Ghostly Torment

Maggie Hill was your average girl when you first laid eyes on her, in fact she was probably less than average with the way that she dressed. Baggy hoodies, cargo shorts that came down below her knees, skater shoes and long tube socks along with her short light brown hair, made her look more like a prepubescent boy, rather than a sexy, budding women. Under those clothes though, was a body that was just a bit above average.

At five foot, three inches tall, a little bit over a hundred pounds, 32b breasts that were just about a handful and a tight, round butt she kept well-hidden and a body created by the hard work she put towards her cross-country team. A sport that wasn’t her idea at all, but something her mother pushed to help her college resume look better. Though to all of her fellow students, teachers and even closest friends, she may have well been flat chested and have and ass as flat as the chalkboard in the front of the class.

3 Days to Halloween

This whole story happened towards the end of the first half of her senior year a few days away from Halloween, everything till then seemed pretty average as well. She went to school, went to track practice after, hung out with her friends, went home to her cliché white picket home. Her parents were conservative, right-wing Christians, who believed that things like sex were made for the married just to have kids, which is why Maggie dressed the way she did to hide her innocent body from those sex crazed boys. Although her parents were perfectly ok with her hanging out with her four male friends that she grew up with since they were little, I mean most of them except Matt who moved here about out sophomore year, but acted like another big brother to me.

“Mags! Maggie!” screams came down the hall calling out her name.

Probably a good time to properly introduce her friends, first, you had Zach, the guy yelling her name who always had to be the center of attention, 5’10”, toned body, short spikey dirty blonde hair, kind of cute, dressed like your typical skater who you thought was broke, but in fact his parents were loaded. Next, you had Anthony, the emo kid of the group, with your typical mop-top, 5’8”, thin, always wearing black, like his soul. Matt was the preppy skater, that she still has no idea why he stayed friends with them, other than maybe they were the first people who were nice to him when he and his parents moved here from England. He was the same height as Zach, but kind of pasty, thinner and had this cliché English accent that made all the girls go wild at school. Finally, you had Carlos, the strong silent of the group, 5’9”, short curly hair, nerdy glasses, kind of average in the body, not thin but not fat. He rarely talked, but you could tell he was always thinking about something, but you just never knew what exactly.

“Mags, we hanging out after school and you know,” he made the motion of taking a hit from a joint, not very discretely.

“Nah, I think I’ll go hang out with my other friends today, can’t hog me all to yourself,” she rattled back.

“What friends, we’re the only friends you have.”

She knew he was right; they were the only friends she ever had, has and probably will ever have.

“Ok, ok, you’re place as usual?”

“Can’t, the parents are having some get together with friends and have been preparing since yesterday, so no go,” Zack smirked some evil grin and she knew this wasn’t going to be a good thing, “we could go to that other place.”

“You know I hate that place; it gives me the creeps.”

“High schoolers used to go there all the time, to smoke, hook up and God knows what else, it’ll be fine, it’s practically a rite of passage in this town.”

“Fine, I’ll be there right after practice, don’t smoke the whole thing like you assholes did last time,” she really didn’t like that place.

It was creepy and for good reason, weird things started happening around that place, it was hard to tell if it was true or not. It was a typical hang out for seniors to drink and party, eventually things got a bit harder and some started smoking, doing pot and then started getting used for guys wanting to hook up. Nothing big until one day, rumor was, that a whole freaking orgy happened in there, a bunch of seniors from our school that you never thought would, suddenly all stripped down and started fucking another. There was no proof, no pictures, no videos, just one guy who bragged to his friends and in a small town like this, rumors spread like wildfire. No one knew the names of the students that took part, just that something like that happened.

When Maggie got to the locker-room to change, she ran into her “best friend” Erica. The cheerleaders were just coming in from their practice, it was the perk of being a cheerleader in this school, they were given last period most days to practice, rather than having to stay after school.

“Hey Margaret,” off to run with your dyke friends?

“Says a bitch who hangs around with a bunch of girls in slutty clothes?”

“Oh Ms. Platt, there’s a boy in the girl’s locker-room!” Erica yelled out before walking out.

Maggie quickly changed, stripping naked in a hurry to get out, then putting on her sports bra, running shorts which didn’t need panties and to be honest, she didn’t like to run with them anyways. Old raggedy white shirt she didn’t mind sweating in, ankle socks and running shoes to completely the look, stuffing her things into a locker and running out to meet her team. What Maggie didn’t know was, as soon as she left to go to the track, Erica snuck back in and went into her locker.

“Ha, I almost thought the little dyke only wore boxers, looks like she has some panties and an actual bra, like a grandmother.”

Erica and her friends grabbed her underwear, socks and with a wicked grin shirt as well, only leaving her hoodie and shorts behind along with her skater shoes, tossing them in the garbage outside before heading home.

“Awe man that was a hard practice, I think Ms. Platt was trying to kill us, I’m soaked from head to toe in sweat, this shower is going to feel fucking amazing,” Natalie yelled out, stripping off like it was nothing and going into the shower, “you joining me magpie?”

“May as well, I can’t hang out with the guys smelling like death.”

It scared her a bit when Erica called her a dyke, as she looked over at Natalie washing herself without a care, not hiding a single thing, washing every inch of her body. Her parents were against sex as it is, thinking about another girl in any way was a thousand times worse.

“Home to do my homework,” snapped her back to reality as Nat walked back out, towel around her shoulders and nothing else.

“I’ll just enjoy the warm water a bit longer,” thoughts of touching herself running through her head, but knowing this was the last place to ever do that.

Maggie turned the water off, finally alone, went to her locker to put on her clothes to head out to see her friends. She reached into pull out her street clothes, her running clothes smelling awful, covered in sweat and mud, she found her hoodie and shorts, but couldn’t find anything else and began to panic. She thought about using her sports bra and shirt, but they just smelled so awful and after such another run in with Erica she really needed to get smoked out, so she did the only thing she could think of. She sucked it up, put on the hoodie, the shorts and shoes, throwing her running clothes in her bag and heading out. The hoodie was thick enough to not show it was the only thing she was wearing and her shorts baggie enough that no one could tell she was going commando, so maybe it would be all fine?

As she ran out to get to her bike to meet up with her friends, she passed Erica and her friends who cheered as Erica screamed, “looking good Maggie, nice to see you dressed lightly for once!”

Fucking bitch, she thought to herself, but at this point there was really nothing that she could do that would draw more attention to herself and her body of all things. So, with a deep breath, Maggie got on her bike and headed off. The sudden lack of clothes was making her uncomfortable, with every look from a passerby, she couldn’t stop thinking that they could tell. As she biked, the wind felt like it was going right through her hoodie and traveling up the leg holes of her shorts, caressing parts of herself that she did on the rare occasions when her horniness was too much to handle.

With every thought, every second moving forward, her body began to become more and more sensitive, she could feel her nipples harden and rub up against the inner fabric of her hoodie. Leaning forward while peddling, she began to feel the front of the seat start to rub up against her sex, a mixture of firmness from the seat and roughness from the material of her cheap cargo shorts. When she finally got to the spot, the two-mile bike ride felt more like ten miles uphill. Even off of her bike, walking now felt strange to her, with each step felt like her breasts were bouncing like she was on a trampoline and with her shorts no longer rubbing against her, she felt completely naked from the waist down.

“God I’m so horny, oh no,” Maggie looked down to see her nipples were so hard that you could just barely see them through her hoodie and there was a slight damp stain on her shorts, “maybe they’re already high and won’t notice…”

The “spot” was an abandoned building that was supposed to be a new restaurant, but got scrapped and left mid construction and no one did anything about it, except use it as a secret hang out. Maggie walked in and was startled when Zack came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her in a reverse hug, lifting her up off of the ground, arms pushing her breasts up as well as her shorts giving her a full, frontal wedgie. Even worse was now, she thought she could feel her ass rubbing up against his crotch.

Images flooded poor Maggie’s mind, such little material between her ass and his cock, was it getting hard, what did it look like, feel like, taste like. Wait taste like, was that what she was really thinking about a guy who was like a big brother to her, she immediately struggled free, her hoodie caught on his watch and getting pulled up as she was able to stand on her own feet again, exposing her stomach and almost the bottoms of her bare breasts before she pulled the hem back down, she just hoped now, that no one noticed or saw that she wasn’t wearing a shirt or bra.

“Come on Maggie, we saved you some,” Matt suddenly snapping her thoughts out of Zack’s pants.

“Fine, fine,” she took a seat on the old bench next to him, taking a hit and leaning back to relax.

With each hit, she could feel the warmth flood over her body and as she hoped it would take care of her anxiousness and arousal, she could feel herself getting hornier and hornier but at the same time, not really caring if anyone would notice. She started to think thoughts she never had before, like actually showing her body to her friends that she’s hidden so well, the looks on their faces as they started at her bare skin, their cocks hardening, pulling them out one by one. A strange feeling started to overcome her, a coldness in the room, and the lights were slowly going out till she found herself in completely darkness. She felt like she was floating in a void, numb but she could still hear muffled voices in the background.

“Maggie, what are you…”

“Wow, I never knew…”

“Oh god, is this wrong, should we be…”

“Like that, like that, like…”

When she came to, she was still sitting on the bench, the guys still unconscious, must have had too much and dozed off she thought to herself and then she looked outside to see it was already dark.

“Oh my god,” were the first words that came out of her mouth as she stood up, “was my body this sore before I got here?”

Her whole body was sore, maybe the after-school track practice finally took its toll, in her mind, it was the only obvious explanation. Trying to get on her bike, she felt the tightness of her thighs and a sharp pain just from sitting on the seat both front and back. Her hoodie felt like sandpaper on her nipples, but the strangest thing above all was that with each bump she hit, her jaw ached.

Time fly and she was home in no time, although she couldn’t really remember much of the bike ride home, the only thoughts in her mind were what to say to her parents coming home after dark.

Sirens blared behind her, “hey Maggie, have you seen anything strange on your ride home,” it was Officer Bronson, a friend of the family we knew for years, his daughter was on the track team with her.

“Weird how, Sir?” she questioned.

“Well, um, I just got some reports of a girl flashing her chest, no real details or anything.”

“No Sir, pretty boring ride home, didn’t see any girls flashing their chests,” her face grew red at the thought of people around town seeing her bare breasts.

“Well, I know it wasn’t you, your parents raised such an innocent angel and she was more…endowed, no offense, you’ll grow someday darling,” those were his last words before driving away.

Wait what, she thought to herself, more endowed? What the hell did he mean by that? She grabbed her boobs through her shirt proving to herself that she had a descent sized bust.

Bad timing as her mother came out, “Maggie Hill, why are you home so late?!?!”

She slowly lowered her hands in front of her before turning around, “I’m sorry mom, studying went a bit late and then I got stopped by Officer Bronson asking how we were doing.”

“Next time, call, it’s dark and I know we live in pleasantville, but boys around here are still little perves and god knows what they would do with my little angel.”

“I’m sorry mom, I’ll make sure to call you if it ever happens again.”

She quickly walked inside, not making eye contact with her mother and headed straight to her bedroom, “I should probably take a quick shower, I’m surprised she couldn’t smell the pot on me, I must have smoked a ton to make me pass out like that.”

She went into her bathroom and stripped, which wasn’t that hard with what few articles of clothing she was wearing, what bothered her though was what stared at her in the mirror. Her breasts looked a little red with what looked like scratch marks, maybe she scratched herself a little too hard while she was out. She looked down to see her pussy was red as well and a little puffy, reaching down she spread her lips and some white liquid seeped out of her.

“I guess I’ve never been this turned on for this long…” was the only explanation she could come up with.

What Maggie didn’t notice as she stepped into the shower, were the marks on her lower back and the redness of her ass cheeks. Why would she have looked anyways, it’s not like anything happened to her memory that would have caused her concern enough to examine her back side. After a long, hot shower, she felt much better than she did before, and most of the soreness left her body. Putting on some old running shorts and a Ramones shirt, she jumped into bed and went to sleep, even though she had taken such a long…nap we’ll call it, she was completely exhausted.

But her dreams were not at all peaceful, flashes of images filled her mind, “Maggie what are you…” it was like she was watching her body moving on her own as she was just a passenger to witness her taking her hoodie off and dropping it onto the ground baring her bare breasts to her best friends.

“Wow, I never knew…” were the only words one said as they all stared, wide eyed at her naked top, her hands reaching down and undoing her shorts, letting them drop to the ground as well once undone.

“Oh god, is this wrong, should we be…” words that were suddenly silenced as her hands went towards a familiar pair of shorts, unzipping them and pulling a hard cock out.

“Like that, like that, like…” were the last coherent words spoken as she watched her head move back and forth towards his shiny belt, a cock in her mouth and in that moment, she could almost feel it inside herself, the taste of the skin, the smell of it.

Other images flashed in her mind, taking others, cum flying from them, being laid on her back as a naked form found its way between her spread legs and a hard cock pointing at her virgin pussy. Then made to lean forward and ride this faceless body, a cock revealing itself in front of her face, hands on her waist and a pain in her ass. Another cock appearing before her and her hands full, stroking each, switching between sucking from one to another.

Her body on the other hand, felt like it was floating, a strange coldness came over her like what happened before she passed out and the feeling of the cocks in her mind feeling so real that she wondered if she was even dreaming. She felt her orgasm start to build and as she was getting closer, the dream became clearer and more vivid and as she looked around, realized she could now see the faces of the men using her. She looked down to see Zack underneath her, moaning in pleasure. Carlos and Anthony naked in front of her, looking down and watching intently as she pleasured them with her hands and mouth, which meant only one person could be behind her, fucking her once virgin ass and as she looked back saw a face on him, she never saw before. It was a look of both lust and rage as he savagely fucked her. His right hand let go of her waist and pulled back and with a swift motion came crashing against her ass causing her to wake up in shock.

When she was finally lucid enough, she felt a familiar soreness like she had felt last night accompanied by an intense wetness between her legs. She seemed confused, trying to figure out if she had fingered herself in her sleep that she was that turned on, or this was still from track practice, but why was her ass hurting and her jaw as well. This was crazy, there was no plausible reason in her mind to what was going on.

2 Days to Halloween

But that didn’t matter as she heard her mom yell from the kitchen, “Maggie, you’re going to be late for school!”

“Shit,” she didn’t have time to think, just shower, get dressed and get going to school as fast as possible.

It was like all the concern she once had waking up was like the dream she had just had, forgotten. Biking to school though, she was so thankful being thoroughly covered, a t-shirt it seemed wasn’t as important as the feeling of a bra and panties and this time she was prepared for Erica’s bullshit, she was going to hide an extra pair of underwear in her locker if she decided to pull the same shit she did yesterday.

When Maggie got to school, she saw her friends standing at their usual spot, just inside the doors and off to the side, but there was something weird this time around. An awkward silence kind of came over them, and none of them could seem to make eye contact with her or each other. She really wondered if something had happened last night, maybe something was said after she passed out, all she knew was she had to end the silence.

“Meeting up after school again as usual guys?” she spoke up, all eyes suddenly shooting up on her, Zack blushing as their eyes met.

“Sorry, got a test tomorrow and have to cram,” Carlos said and walked away.

“Studying with him, sorry Mags,” Anthony said before running after him.

“Parents are upset about me missing their thing last night and want me home directly after school, sorry,” Zack didn’t run away like the others but went back to not being able to look at Maggie once again.

“Sorry can’t either,” Matt said, not even bothering to come up with an excuse.

Thankfully the bell rang, breaking up this weird morning, it was almost as if she had entered a whole other world with the way her friends were treating her. But to her locker she went, grabbing her books and shoving in her bald up underwear, blushing as she didn’t think others would be around as she did it and hoped that no one took notice. On her walk to class, she couldn’t help but going back to wondering what had gotten into her friends, maybe she said something when she was passed out, or done something, she just couldn’t wrap her brain around it and it was driving her crazy.

Thankfully her first class was US History, a class where the teacher put up some PowerPoint and went droning on and on about the constitution, that it was going to take everything Maggie had to pay attention. That’s until a weird sensation took over her body, cold air surrounded her causing her to shiver, a hand on her shoulder caused her to jump and look behind her, the girl looking at her like she was crazy.

“Is everything ok Ms. Hill?” her teacher said with the usual irritation in his voice.

“Yes! yes sir, sorry about that,” she blushed now being the center of attention in class.

Maggie knew something was off, she was feeling things that she knew wasn’t possible, the hand on her shoulder, a cold breath on her neck, fingers brushing against her face and through her hair, but there was nothing there, nothing she could see or touch. Then the strangeness got even weirder as she swore hands were not only caressing her breasts, but doing it through all the layers of clothing she had on, groping at her mounds, tweaking her nipples, she put a hand towards her chest to make sure she wasn’t topless that it felt so real. But as soon as her hand touched her chest, the feeling went away.

Time passed by allowing her time to try to think, maybe it was just a bad batch of pot, maybe she was finally going crazy, maybe it was just her imagination overreacting after everything that happened yesterday. She had to believe there was some logical reason whys he was feeling this way, and with every excuse in her mind came a bunch of questions to go along with it. With a sudden pull she slumped down in her seat as if someone had pulled on her ankles violently and the thing she felt most terrifying of all was as if her shorts and panties were stripped right off of her. She looked down and even more confused saw that her shorts were still there, in place like nothing happened at all.

“Ms. Hill, I know government isn’t for everyone, but please don’t make a seen if you are going to doze off in my class,” she assumed to anyone else, it probably just looked like she nodded off and woke up before falling out of her desk, but she knew that wasn’t it at all.

Something very weird was happening, something she was slowly starting to realize that she couldn’t explain. Maybe she was losing her mind, or maybe it was something much worse, and a feeling started to form in her stomach, that this was just the beginning.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The class bell went off signaling the end of her first class, she quickly put her stuff away into her bag as the class cleared, somehow being in the front row and ending up the last one out. As the door shut, she had a feeling that she was forgetting something, a book, her pencil, maybe she dropped something on the ground and as she checked her pockets, she figured out what she was missing. Her heart stopped and sank for that fraction of a second that with her hands in her shorts, she could feel them on her bare skin, the bare skin that was once covered by her panties.

She looked through the window of the classroom, thinking that there was no way, no possibility that her panties could have just come off, not while she was still wearing her shorts, it was impossible. Until she noticed her teacher sitting at his desk with a quizzical expression on his face as he was looking into his side drawer, he reached in and pulled something out.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed to herself, her hands covering her mouth in sheer shock as her teacher pulled her panties out of his desk drawer, examining to figure out exactly what they were and wondering how they had gotten there, then bringing them up to his face.

She couldn’t believe what was going on before her, when suddenly two hands grabbed for her ribs, making her jump as they tickled her, “hey Mags, sorry about this morning, just slept weird I guess,” it was Zack, who bent over and leaned in to her ear, “I think we all just had a bad trip, my bad, no hard feelings right?”

“No, none at all, I just thought I did something that made you guys hate me or something.”

“Hate you? No way, you’re our Mags, we could,” Zack’s eyes strayed down from her face and it almost looked like he was blushing, “ever hate you… anyways off to class, fucking PE,” as he ran off.”

Maggie quickly remembered what she was just doing and looked back into the window before heading off to see her teacher once again looking at his computer, drawer shut with no signs of her panties, maybe she had just imagined it. Maybe she just forgot to put them on all together, that seemed possible in her head, Zack did say they had a very bad trip. She checked her chest and at least she didn’t forget her bra and she did put a spare set of underwear in her locker that she could grab after this class or maybe go to the bathroom during class and do it then.

She stepped into her next class, Math, now Maggie to the knowledge of no one was a straight A student and although she got Math, she hated that the teacher was a bitch who liked to belittle all of her students and bring them up to the board to try to humiliate them. She was a sadist that got off on making her students feel small and inferior.

“Everyone take your seats, and turn to page 385 to go over what’s going to be on the test tomorrow,” groans filled the room as everyone took their seats, Maggie’s being in the middle of the class to her dismay.

Maggie prepared for a repeat of her first period, every movement, every touch of air from the vent above made her tense that something weird was about to happen, instead, something unexpected happened instead. Throughout her whole high school career to this point, even living in the state of Florida, she’d never been hot ever in class, the school usually kept it pretty cool and being the tiny girl that she was, was usually likely to be freezing in class rather than hot. That was the weird thing, she could feel herself starting to heat up, like her hoodie suddenly became an uncomfortable oven rather than a warm blanket.

There was no way she was going to take it off though, being hoodless in school was just as bad as being topless in her mind. No one in school had ever seen her without her hoodie, knew the curves of her body or even that she had breasts, but the longer she tried to hold out, the hotter she was feeling. In her mind it was almost as if she was getting baked alive. The air around her was starting to feel like a furnace making it hard to breathe, but she looked around to see no one else really being affecting or noticing. She figured as hot as she felt, people would think they were sitting right next to an open flame.

There was no helping it, she had to get it off before she passed out and with a great reluctance, she took hold of the bottom of the hoodie and pulled it up and over her head and down off of her arms feeling cold once again.

“Ms. Hill, how about you show the class how the next question is done up at the board,” she was staring directly at me, chalk in hand.

Maggie stood up, feeling practically naked as she did and with each step felt a difference from usual, it was probably the lack of hoodie she thought to herself. She did wonder if anyone noticed or what they were thinking seeing her without a hoodie, or if anyone actually cared. But then with each step, she felt her boobs start to bounce more energetically than usual and looking back at her hoodie hanging over her backpack, saw something hanging out from the bottom, it was barely noticeable unless you were really looking, but by the looks of it, looked much like…a clasp.

There was nothing she could do now, standing in front of the class, facing the board, she just prayed that she could finish the question and her nipples wouldn’t get hard so that everyone would notice that not only was she hoodless but braless as well. She worked quickly but had a hard time focusing, the question would have been easy normally, but knowing she wasn’t wearing any underwear, standing in front of all of her classmates made her feel practically naked, her bare sex felt barely covered and reaching up from her height to right on the board made the material of her shirt constantly rub up against her threatening to arouse her poor, sensitive nipples.

She tried to make her way back to her desk but as she turned around Ms. Garrett stopped her, “just one second Ms. Hill, let me just check your work.”

Maggie stood frozen, now facing the class with Ms. Garrett next to her, she tried to look anywhere, but all she could manage to do was make one awkward eye contact after another, some met with awkward smiles from guys, pervy looks from others, girls who looked embarrassed for some reason or frustrated. That’s when the hands returned or in this case just a few fingers, as Ms. Garrett took her sweet time for some reason, she felt fingers begin to tweak and pull on her nipples, but looking down, couldn’t see anything of the sort, other than the one thing she was hoping wouldn’t happen. They began swelling slowly until finally hard were practically poking holes through the fabric of her shirt, if the shirt had been more feminine or thinner, they just may have.

“Ms. Garrett, may I please use the restroom,” she asked hoping for a quick escape.

“Go right ahead Ms. Hill,” and with those words Maggie quickly made her way to the door, “and Ms. Hill,” the words freezing Maggie in place, “good job.”

With a sigh of relief Maggie made her way out of the classroom and to the girl’s bathroom right across the hall, walking into a stall and slamming the door shut behind her. She pulled up her shirt to verify what she already knew; her bra was gone and that must have been what was sticking out of her hoodie. But how was that even possible, did she just magically pull her bra through her arms and her shirt, even if the straps were broken, there’s still no way she could have done it so easily. She took a seat and buried her face into her hands feeling like she was going mad, she allowed herself to relax in the darkness of her hands and the silence of the bathroom until she felt a slight dizziness overtake her, a pain on her knees and a bitter taste in her mouth.

“I am never smoking again, this is the worst trip ever,” Maggie said, getting up and heading back to class.

When she finally got back, she was stopped with an annoyed look by Ms. Garrett, “Ms. Hill, in the future, please don’t abuse the restroom by staying there an extended period of time.”

“I’m sorry,” she said rather confused, she had only been there a few minutes as she could recount.

As she walked back to her desk Casey, a guy in her class gave her a big smile and brushed her leg with his hand as she walked past. She didn’t say anything, just confusingly looked back at him and sat in her seat. Remembering her bra being still visible and hoping no one would notice, reached to put her hoodie and bra into her bag but when she looked inside, her bra was nowhere to be found. She looked on the floor hoping it didn’t fall out completely and looked back and around to see if anyone had some devious look on their faces having taken her bra, but not a sign of it.

The rest of the class went by slowly, she really wanted to go to her locker to get her spare bra and panties, but knew there was no way the teacher was going to let her out of class again today. Thankfully, the bell rang but before she could leave, Casey stood in her way.

“Hey Maggie, maybe we could get together sometime?”

“Uh, yeah…sure…” she was really confused, this guy nor any other, other than her friends had ever talked to her, in her mind he suddenly realized that she had boobs and now he wanted to talk to her.

She would have been angrier, more disgusted, maybe even told him off, but she had too much to worry about at the moment to really think about that and three more classes to get through, before this weird nightmare came to an end. When she got to my locker to get her bio book and spare underwear, the bio book was there, but her underwear had vanished. Searching through her locker, going in between every binder and book, they really just vanished into thin air.

With the bell ringing again, Maggie couldn’t waste any more time looking and went to her third period. With only her shirt and shorts left, she was in constant fear of what she could lose next, she didn’t even risk touching her hoodie or leaving the classroom. But Casey was in this class with her too and kept giving her pervy smirks and eyeing her body making her feel dirty. Nothing strange happened in class though, but the tingling in her pussy, the hardness of her nipples came from just the idea of being so exposed and the cool air circulating around her body.

When the bell finally rang, Maggie got out as fast as possible, afraid Casey would just make things even more awkward for God knows what reason. She couldn’t believe how a guy suddenly changes because he realizes a girl has boobs, what an asshole she thought to herself.

“Hey Mags, sit!” were the first words she heard getting into the cafeteria, it was Zack waving her down to a seat with a tray already there, “consider this a sorry for us being d-bags this morning.”

She sat down and even though her friends were talking and acting like normal, there still felt like there was a bit of awkwardness in the air. Every time she would look away, she would catch one of her friends giving her an odd look. Maybe it was because they’d never really seen her without her hoodie, so were they staring at her breasts?

“Wow, I never knew,” the voice echoed in her ears, the looks on their faces like they were in her dream, staring at her bare breasts as she exposed herself for the first time in front of all of them, then her shorts dropping to expose herself completely.

When she looked down, her clothes had completely vanished, she immediately crossed an arm over her chest, a hand in front of her bare pussy and looked around frantically to see if anyone had noticed. The strange thing was, that no one had, her friends still talked like nothing was different, people passed by her without saying a word, even Erica shot her a dirty look across the cafeteria but didn’t scream out, “oh my good Maggie Hill is naked!”

She shut her eyes tight and kept repeating to herself, “this isn’t real it’s just a bad trip, this isn’t real it’s just a bad trip…”

“Hey Mags are you ok?” a hand was on her shoulder, Matt’s hand.

When she looked down, she was dressed once again, but when she looked back at Matt she could remember the face in his dreams, the lust and rage in his eyes as fucked her ass and spanked her over and over again by the same hand that was on her shoulder. The look on her face must have sparked something within him because his cheeks started to turn red and he could no longer keep eye contact with her. It was if he knew exactly what she was thinking, but it was just a dream, so how would that have been ever possible?

She couldn’t believe she was getting turned on, getting wet at the thought of one of her best friends fucking and spanking her. She looked over at Zack, his face turning red as well, the same look as when she was riding him in her dream. She couldn’t bear to look at Anthony and Carlos and the parts they took in her thoughts.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The bell went off and without even thinking, everyone stood up except Maggie, she was now crotch level with all of her friends and as she looked around, she saw something she couldn’t believe, they all looked like they were sporting hard-ons. That couldn’t have been true though, could it? They were all her best friends, practically big brothers to her and they all were getting hard around her. It wasn’t like they were all having the same sexual thoughts, were they?

English class worried her, even though nothing happened in her last period, she still felt on edge of the possibility of some new unexplainable thing happening to her. But when she got in there, everything seemed normal, except for the fact that she was still without underwear, she was getting more and more aroused as the day went on and she was having dirty thoughts of her childhood friends, everything was fairly normal. She sat in her normal seat in the front right corner of the class, being short, her teachers normally sat her in the front. She pulled out her book and notebook and was actually excited for a boring class to begin.

Mrs. Rosenberg was actually one of her favorite teachers, she loved poetry, had them read books like Anthem, Brave New World, and was the first teacher to actually have Harry Potter as reading since she was secretly a huge nerd. She talked to her students like human beings instead of little children like most of their other teachers did and even at her age, a lot of Maggie’s classmates would say how hot she was.

“Is it a little cold in here today or is it just me,” Mrs. Rosenberg announced to the class, “I’ll make sure to let the janitor know the thermostat has been on the fritz in here, I do apologize if it’s a distraction to anyone, try to do your best to bear with it.”

This was new to Maggie, throughout the day, only she had experienced these random and sudden changes, but now it seemed others were experiencing them as well. She looked down at her hoodie over her bag, she had always been cold and although the heat was bad, in her mind the cold was far worse and it wasn’t helping her nipples that were now practically poking through her shirt and this hard it wouldn’t have mattered if she was even wearing a bra.

She grabbed her hoodie and put it on, ready to experience the torturous heat of an oven, but it seemed the curse had been lifted off of her beloved comfort blanket. Her hoodie once again felt so warm and soft, she felt protected from all the craziness from today.

“Can someone please read page 391,” Mrs. Rosenberg announced as she sat back at her desk.

Maggie had the strange feeling she was being watched though, but looking around the classroom, everyone had their heads buried in their books, except for one person, Mrs. Rosenberg. Instead, she was staring intently right at her, and from the looks of it checking her out. There was no way this could be real she thought to herself and looked back at her book as if she got caught peeping on someone.

“Any volunteers to read page 392 now,” she announced again, her voice sounding somewhat different, velvety.

Maggie looked back up at her to see her meeting her glance, biting her lip with her body completely facing Maggie from her desk, her body was slender, her breasts looked like they had to be d-cups and they were straining the top of her innocent yellow sundress. She watched in confusion and lust as her teacher slightly spread her legs, her shin coming into view from the slit in her dress, up to her knee and slowly her left thigh.

“Ms. Grootman, please read page 393.”

Her hand traveled down the front of her chest, her nipples hardening as it grazed her curves, her breathing quickening from the looks of her chest as her fingers traced her flat stomach and down to her thigh. Maggie looked around again unable to believe that the wet dream of so many guys she went to school with was obviously touching herself and they were too busy staring at a textbook to notice. But there she was, teasing her inner thigh in front of Maggie, until her fingers pushed the material just enough that she could tell that her teacher was wearing some sexy, red laced panties. Panties with a growing wet spot and somehow were emitting a scent that she could smell, a scent that she knew from her own arousal, the scent of a hot, wet pussy dying for attention.

She could feel her own nipples start to harden from the attention, her pussy beginning to water, her teacher’s scent was intoxicating and she could only imagine the taste. Her arousal had been tested and teased all day long and it was becoming intolerable, she licked her own lips and watched as her once cool, nerdy and innocently married teacher moved her panties aside to show a shockingly hairless pussy.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Ok everyone read pages 400-420, we’ll be going over the symbolism of the next chapter in class tomorrow.”

As everyone left, no one noticed or even looked at Mrs. Rosenberg, it was like a dream where only the two of them mattered. Without a single word said, Maggie got up out of her seat and walked over to her teacher as if she was in a trance and got down onto her knees in front of her. With two fingers the woman in front of her spread her pussy wide as if making an invitation to do the only thing on the young girl’s mind. Like an animal leaping on her prey, Maggie lurched forward burying her face between her teacher’s thighs, licking furiously at her pussy like she was starving and hadn’t eaten in days.

“A+ work Ms. Hill, I’ve wanted this for so long,” her teacher ran her hands through her hair as she licked at every inch of her pussy.

With two hands Maggie reached up under the dress, grasping both sides of the panties and pulling them down her smooth, slender legs till she pulled them completely off, and laying them on the floor. With a new intensity she began sucking and nibbling on her clit, delving her tongue in as far as it could go, she wanted to taste and experience every inch of this delicious treat in front of her.

“I knew under all that boyish, innocent façade, you were a kinky little slut, my husband won’t even finger me, let alone eat me out like this since we had kids, oh god!”

She took her head into her hands, pulling her closer and deeper into her pussy as she came, her actions so intense and violent that Maggie closed her eyes, but the moment she opened them, she was standing outside of the class door. She looked back to see her teacher’s chair, turned away from the door and couldn’t make out a thing she was doing, she honestly had no idea how she had gotten there and could only imagine that the whole thing happened in her mind. She looked at the clock on the wall and realized she had to run to get to her final class without being late, drama.

No literally, drama class, it was basically the class that everyone wanted, you got to hang out with the coolest teacher on campus, act out some monologues or do some fun acting exercise. There was practically no homework and her friend Natalie was in class with her, so they would sit next to each other and write notes or chat when the lights were off when someone was on stage. On days like these though, their teacher would let them practice lines together to act out at the end of the week. This week, Natalie and Maggie had teamed up for a dialogue.

When Maggie got there, she sat next to Natalie, but quieter as usual which instantly put a red flag up to her friend, “ok, what’s wrong Maggie, the only time you’ve ever been this quiet is when you first got your period.”

“Shhhh, Nat, that’s still embarrassing, keep your voice down, I’ve just been having a weird day,” Maggie didn’t know what to say, Nat knew she smoked with her friends, even wanted to join in but hadn’t yet, but to the world, Maggie Hill was an innocent, tomboy, Christian who went to church, got straight A’s and would be a virgin till she was married.

“Weird how?”

“Ok everyone, last day to practice your lines for tomorrow, everyone get together with your partners and take this seriously please or else your grade will definitely show it tomorrow.”

Natalie grabbed Maggie and she just barely grabbed her bag before she was rushed off to their secret practice spot, the girl’s changing room that actresses used between scenes to change costume.

“So does this have anything to do with Casey?” she started just as she closed the door.

“Casey, what about him, the guy has been acting super weird all day?”

“Rumor is, you blew him during 2nd period in the boy’s bathroom, but no one believes him because well, you’re you.”

“What?!?! Is it hot in here, I feel really hot, I can’t believe he would say that,” she was flustered and offended, the guy was spreading rumors around her and not just any rumors, sexual ones.

She pulled her hoodie up and off in one frustrated pull and threw it to the ground who was now staring at her in disbelief, “I’m starting to believe the rumors,” she said.

Maggie looked down to see she was now topless and grabbed her hoodie to see that her shirt had completely vanished as well.

“I mean shirtless is one thing Maggie, but braless as well, have you always gone braless or is this a new thing?”

The room started to feel cold, a chill crept up her spine and the lights flickered and the next thing both girls knew, they were kissing. A shocked Maggie pulled back, an even more shocked Natalie was left breathless and speechless as she scrambled to get her hoodie back on. Natalie had seen her naked before but this was much different, this wasn’t just some usual shower after practice, she stripped in front of her friend and then kissed her and didn’t even remember trying to do so, she just blinked and her lips were on hers.

“We went to that creepy abandoned place, and weird things have been happening since then, even Zack, Matt, Carlos and Anthony have been acting weird towards me since then, and I’ve been having these weird dreams, and clothes have been vanishing off of me and I’m not even sure what’s real or not or if I’m even in control of my body lately.”

“Didn’t I tell you that place was fucking haunted?!?!?”

“Haunted?!?! No, you just said it was creepy and you never wanted to go there.”

Natalie told the story that the public didn’t know, that wasn’t put into any paper or website, that got passed down from senior class to senior class in school only and now she was going to tell it to Maggie. She went on about how that one day, close to Halloween, when things went too far. There was a group of popular kids, that decided to go there and throw a party, lots of booze and pot but they added a Ouija board as well and with the childish question of a horny teen, he released something into the building that made them all go crazy and just start fucking one another. They all claimed that they knew nothing, an agreement that no one would tell what happened out of fear of rumors and their reputations, but one person obviously told. No one knows what did it, or if they’re even still around, but that’s why people no longer hang out there and avoid it like the plague.

“But it only happened there, whatever is following you around, that’s new, maybe it got bored haunting that abandoned building and decided to go for a joy ride with you.”

“No, that’s impossible,” Maggie couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but as she spoke her hands had a mind of their own, peeling off and throwing her hoodie to the ground without her even realizing it, “there are no such things as ghosts,” pulling off each shoe and sock, “not to mention, sex crazed ghosts is just that,” unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, letting them fall to the ground and stepping out of them, “crazy,” was the last word she said as she stood there completely naked.

“Crazy as you kissing me out of the blue?”

“That, that was just a bad trip I’m still having from last night.”

“Crazy as you undressing before me and still denying it.”

“I’m just hallucinating, same thing happened at lunch and I was still wearing my clothes the whole, wait what?”

Natalie walked up to Maggie, pinning her against the wall behind her, kissing her deeply with her hands groping at her bare breasts until she leaned down and started licking and sucking on her nipples.

“Nat, what are you doing?!?!”

“I don’t know, I can’t help myself, I just can’t,” she started kissing down her taught stomach, and down over her hairless mound.”

“Nat, wait, wait that’s not a, oh god,” she stuck her knuckle in her mouth and bit down to stifle a moan, as her friend licked between the folds of her pussy because although the changing room was separate, it had no ceiling and there was a chance people outside in the theater could hear.

That wasn’t stopping Natalie from doing everything in her power to pleasure Maggie, who buried two fingers into her tight virgin pussy while focusing on her sensitive little clit.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“You girls ok in there?”

“Yes, mmmm, sir, just practicing our,” she whispered down to Natalie, “stop we’re, mmph, going to get caught, mmmm,” she spoke back to the door, “skit!”

“Ok, just checking up everyone, but not slacking off, I trust you to that’s why I let you practice in the changing room.”

“Thank,” a rush of intensity flooded over her as Natalie plunged a finger into her ass as well causing her voice to shrill and yell out when she said the word, “you!”

“Natalie wait, wait, please wait,” she begged as she felt her orgasm starting to grow, she knew she wanted it, needed it, but she couldn’t let her friend do it, not like this, not here, but she wasn’t listening, as she plunged two fingers inside of her and found a spot even Maggie didn’t know existed while still sucking on her clit, “I’m going to cum, I’m going to!”

Even with both hands over her mouth trying to stop the noise coming out there was a good chance someone close by could have heard, she grabbed her hoodie and shorts and quickly started to get dressed throwing on the hoodie first.

“Wow, um, wow,” was all that Natalie could say looking over at her friend, both now embarrassed at what just suddenly happened without warning, “I’ve been kind of wanting to do that for a while…”

“Wait, what?” stopping to put her shorts on, starring back at Natalie in only her hoodie.

“Yeah, you’re my friend and well it’s hard not to look at you when we shower in the locker-room, so I can’t say I’m not attracted,” she was blushing as she talked a very new sight to see, even after that just happened.

Now Maggie was blushing while putting on her shorts, closing the button and zipping up she had a new problem, the zipper was broken, the little metal piece to join the sides together broke off when she tried to pull it up.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The zipper broke, I can’t shut the front of my shorts.”

“Just pull them a bit higher and let your hoodie cover them, it’s last period so you should be fine.”

She tried it, but pulling them up high enough dug the bottom of her shorts in between her now sensitive pussy lips and even pulled up the hoodie she was wearing was just barely enough to cover the hole. The hole that was gaping open right in front of her pussy with the way it was scrunched up. When she showed her friend, Natalie couldn’t help but sticking a finger through the gap and running it through her slit one last time.

“Natalie!”

She didn’t say anything in response, just brought her finger back up to her mouth and licked it clean right in front of her, if the “ghosts” made her do that stuff before, this was just straight up Natalie at this point.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The bell sounded and a sinking feeling in Maggie’s stomach gave her no sense of safety as she had to go to her locker now and then head home. She held her bag, hiked up her shorts and with both hands held the bottom of her hoodie as low as it could go, praying that no one would catch a glimpse of her bare pussy, framed by the open zipper. She knew she was covered but she felt the air all around her pussy teasing her sexually but also at the idea that she was being openly exposed without even knowing it. Just when she was about to get her locker, she had this overwhelming need to use the bathroom and tried to ignore it, but with each step getting closer it felt like she was trying to hold back a giant flood and took a right into the girl’s bathroom and into the stall.

“Oh god, what now, this can’t just be normal, this has to be something,” she said as the lights flickered again, the dizzy feeling returning, her knees hurting and a strange taste in her mouth.

When she left, the once busy halls she was walking through were now empty, everyone had already left and gone home. She didn’t know if this was real or not, what was happening, if she was actually walking around or still in the stall, none of this made any sense at all. On her way to her locker Mrs. Rosenberg passed by her and Maggie waved but completely out of character she didn’t say hi back, just looked shocked and embarrassed and quickened her pace past her. Remembering her current predicament, stuffed her books into her bag and quickly headed home.

The bike ride home was even worse than yesterday with the now, open hole In her shorts, she sat a bit more forward in her seat to try to hide it, allowing her hoodie to bunch up on her lap

Honk!

A car drove beside her, frat guys looking her the window, pointing at her, there was no way they could see her pussy, it was hidden.

“Show us your titties! Yeah, show us the goods!” they screamed out, obviously being jerks, “like you did yesterday!”

Yesterday? The word stuck in her mind, there was no way, the girl that Officer Bronson was looking for was her? No way, she thought to herself, it was probably another girl and they mistook her for her. Without noticing it in the sidewalk Maggie’s front tire hit a crack causing her to lunge forward just a bit, the bottom of her seat hooking under her hoodie, the back tire hitting the crack caused her to lurch back and in a crazy chain of events her bare breasts came into view.

“Yeah, them titties are awesome!”

She quickly pulled the front up, covering her breasts, the bottom of her hoodie pulled up from the seat, fully exposing the opening in front.

“Pussy!” they obviously could see which made Maggie want to shrivel up and die in some ditch.

“Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!” were the cheers coming from the car as it drove away.

Covering herself once again, biked the last bit of distance to her house until a police car pulled up next to her just like yesterday, Officer Bronson opened the window, glasses on, looking very serious and spoke, “come here Ms. Hill, we need to have a little chat.”

She stood there, frozen in fear, maybe he saw, he saw her get exposed, she was the girl from yesterday, but she had an excuse, it wasn’t her, she wasn’t that type of girl, ghosts made her do it! Ghosts! Yeah, that was it she said in her mind, the ghosts made her do it!

With a blink of her eye, day turned to sunset, the sky burned with oranges, reds, and purples and Officer Bronson drove off without saying another word. It happened again, she thought to herself and looked down to realize that her shorts were gone and all that was barely covering her was her hoodie. A familiar soreness between her legs, her jaw ached and a bitter taste was on her tongue and a stinging on her right butt cheek. She hurried inside, running past her parents, they couldn’t see her like this, they would disown her and who would have believed her, ghosts…ghosts made her do it. When she got into her room, all she wanted to do was shower and forget this day ever happened, peeling off her hoodie she looked down in horror and confusion at what she was wearing. Her shorts were not just gone, but replaced, with the red panties she swore Mrs. Rosenberg had been wearing today. But that’s could be, that didn’t happen, that was all in her head.

She took them off and examined them, they looked just like them, but maybe they were hers, maybe they were the spare ones that she didn’t put in her locker but kept them in her bag. She brought them up to her nose and with a sniff she smelled her own arousal off of them, but there was no denying her teachers as well, the citrus spray she always used that came through her classroom and the smell that intoxicated her today. There was no other explanation, she did it, she ate out her teacher, right in her classroom!!

She got into the shower, not knowing how to feel about it all. Natalie knowing was one thing, but now her teacher knew and she, she couldn’t even think about it, the shame and embarrassment was overwhelming. She dried off, put on her usual pjs and dropped face first into bed without even thinking of dinner, she had eaten enough in her mind with thoughts of her teacher running through her head and also was already feeling full for some reason.

Laying in her warm bed, under the covers gave her a sense of security. At the same time with all the emotions starting to subside from the day, one still remained, through all the humiliation, fear and embarrassment, she was still very horny. Reaching into her shorts she started her normal ritual as she usually did when she got this turned on and only when she got this turned on. Teasing her lips, feeling guilty for what she was about to do, which turned her on more, which made her delve her finger between her lips deeper until she finally found her clit, the little button that made it all alright.

“Mmmm, god yes, I needed this so badly,” the tip of her finger teased the tip of her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore and slipped a finger inside of her.

Without a knock her mother came into her room and sat on the bed right next to her. Maggie was too scared to move, she was worried that if she moved her arm, her mother would know exactly what she was doing, and frowned upon in this house or not, didn’t want her mother knowing she was sitting in bed with her while she had a finger inside of her pussy.

“Are you ok dear? You didn’t eat anything and you just went right into your room without saying a word?”

The feeling of her finger inside of her was starting to get more stimulating whether or not she kept it still or even moved it in the slightest.

“You look a little flushed too sweetie,” her mother said, putting a hand on her forehead, now not only did she have a finger inside of her, her mother was touching her at the same time.

With her focus on her forehead, she slipped her finger out and moved it to her side, so slowly and quietly that she hoped it was only thought of as her adjusting herself in bed.

“I’m ok, it was just a long day mom,” feeling a sigh of relief, “you know, high school stuff.”

“Like what sweetie, tell me about your day, when you were little, we used to talk about this stuff all of the time when you got home, you used to be so excited to share,” her mother stroked her forehead.

“Well, um,” Maggie didn’t know where to start, my friends acted weird after we got high, my clothes started disappearing, I ate out my teacher and hooked up with my friend Natalie, “I’m doing well in Math.”

“You’ve always been so smart, I’m so proud of you.”

“My friends are,” a strange feeling occurred to her, like hands at the bottom of her shorts pulling at them, “doing good, we’ve been,” with a tug they started slipping down her legs till they slipped by her feet and off of the bottom of the bed, “really busy studying.”

“That’s too bad sweetie, friends should always make time for others,” her legs started to spread and she was unable to stop it, her mom kept talking but if she didn’t know any better, it felt like someone was kissing and sucking on her toes and slowly moving up to her ankle.

“Please no, not in front of my mother,” she whispered to herself, but that seemed more of an incentive.

“What was the sweetie?”

“Just, my, back has been bothering me, it must be from practice yesterday,” the kissing was mid-thigh at this point and starting to get her really wet.

“Here, sit up sweetie,” her mom piled some pillows behind her and helped her sit up straight, which grew her worry tenfold as the covers began to slip to her waist.

Fingers slowly spread her lips, and just left her feeling open and exposed, a light breathe on her raw pussy caused her to moan, unable to hold it back at its suddenness.

“Here sweetie, let me get your father, he’s really good at getting the kinks out, I’ll go get him for you.”

“Really it’s ok mom, I’m good, just some Tylenol and I’ll go right to bed.”

Her mother left without a word, she dreaded her father now joining the scene, but the sudden feeling of the tip of a tongue licking where her finger just was made her mind go blank. Her father was going to be here any minute, maybe if she just came, whatever was doing this would have had their fun and left her alone she thought to herself. So, in the moment, she finally let herself go, focused on the oral assault on her pussy and began to actually enjoy it. Thinking of everything that happened today, the visions of fucking her friends and of course Natalie going down on her and making her cum harder than she ever had before. She could feel it building, growing stronger and stronger inside of her, the idea of an invisible ghost, giving her such pleasure, but then, right when she was about to orgasm, it stopped.

“Hey princess, your mom says your back is hurting you and you need your dad’s magic fingers to help you out, oh and some Tylenol as well.”

Her face was flushed, her breathing short and shallow, but for some reason her father didn’t notice one bit and handed her the pills with a glass of water which she downed quickly, “I’m good dad, the Tylenol is just what I needed.”

“Nonsense, my princess is in pain and your daddy is going to make it all better.”

He sat next to her and put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to the left so that he could sit behind her. She desperately wanted to stop her but she had no control over her legs as they moved and slipped off of the bed and out from under her covers, thankfully the shirt was long enough that she was sitting on it and it was covering her butt, but from the front she was clearly bottomless and her legs just spread wide enough for a head to fit between them.

With hands on her shoulders, her father began kneading at her neck, working towards her collar and down below something began rubbing against her clit. She couldn’t help but moan, but her father just believed he was hitting knots in her shoulders.

“That’s ok princess, just relax and let it happen.”

If he only knew what that really meant as she felt something rub up and down her slit, blunt, thick and hard. As he moved lower to her upper back, the object started to slowly push inside of her, just an inch at first, but it was thick enough that she started to feel spread, it was so much stimulation, mentally, emotionally and physically that she could feel her eyes starting to roll into her head and her mouth gape open in shock. Her father started working closer to her spine and another inch slid into her, more moans escaping.

“See, isn’t that so much better princess.”

Lower her father went, working on her lower back, thumbs digging into her flesh and whatever was inside of her penetrated her further. His fingers digging into her sides as he moved towards her spine once again, while the obvious cock inside of her hitting parts of her she didn’t know existed. Hands started groping under her shirt at her bare breasts, hot air hitting her neck and she was afraid that it wasn’t the ghost. She also didn’t know which was worse as the cock slid in and out her, that it was the ghost getting her off, or her father’s hands with his thumbs digging into a spot that she only felt when she orgasmed.

“How’s that princess, does that feel good?”

“Yes, daddy, yes it does.”

“Is this too hard?”

“No, harder please, deeper, a little deeper.”

She could feel someone, something, nibbling on her neck, her nipples being tweaked and pulled by rough fingers and the cock inside of her fucking her hard and deep. Her orgasm building once again, fingers digging into her thighs, thumbs into her inner thighs, the pain causing an unexpected pleasure, the feeling of her father’s fingers digging into her hips. She could feel the cock inside of her start to throb, she guessed if a ghost could fuck that it could cum. She was on the verge when she felt it pull out and with her mouth gaped open, without warning of the invisible presence couldn’t react in time as a cock thrust in her mouth and down her throat, with each throb, it felt like it was shooting one load after another down into her stomach. She thought that her orgasm wouldn’t come and subside, but the feeling of her father’s thumbs pressing that special spot in her lower back, his fingers digging into her sides, she still came, not by the actions of the ghost, but by her own dad.

She slumped over, completely spent, “much better princess?”

Her eyes shot wide open, the arousal subsiding now, the realization of what happened coming to light, “yup, I’m much, much better, magic fingers,” she blushed at those words, magic fingers, “I’m going to go to bed now, thank you daddy,” she shifted her legs back under the covers and moved her pillows so she could lay down.

Her shirt lifted as she laid down and felt her nipples rub up against the underside of her covers. She looked to her right when her father stood up and she didn’t know what to think when she thought she saw a hard-on. He walked to the door, not looking back and shutting off the lights, which was good, because when she looked down under the covers, her shirt had vanished. Her own father not had only made her cum, but left her in a bed completely naked.

She wanted to get dressed, but in the darkness, her eyelids grew heavy and she immediately dozed off. This time felt different though, instead of flashes of images, it was as if she was watching a scene from outside of her body. She watched herself in the bathroom, stand up and leave and to her shock walked into the boy’s bathroom where Casey was standing at the urinal peeing. When he turned around, he was pretty shocked to see her standing there.

“Hey, this is the boy’s bathroom, probably shouldn’t be in here.”

“Why’s that, are you afraid I’d see something I may like?”

“I think that would be in the girl’s bathroom too, from what Erica tells everyone about you.”

“Maybe one of the things, but not the other,” she watched as she saw herself walk up to Casey, and start to pull his shorts and boxers down to his knees as she got to her knees herself.

His cock sprung free, not fully hard, but getting there as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, a shocked look on his face, followed by a confused face then a look of fear that they would get caught at any second, but that quickly went away as she put his cock in her mouth and started to suck on it. Even in this dream she could feel herself blush, filled with humiliation and she watched herself blowing some random guy in the boy’s bathroom like a complete slut.

“Who knew you were such a slut, is this why you hang out with those losers?”

She only answered with her actions, sucking and stroking harder and faster than before and within no time at all Casey was grunting and holding on to the back of her head as she started to cum in her mouth. She opened her mouth in front of him, still holding his cum there without swallowing, got up and walked out of the boy’s bathroom and back into the girl’s bathroom without saying a word.

She was then watched herself going into the bathroom again at the end of school, the halls busy but she went right into the boy’s bathroom this time, closing and locking the door behind her. Three guys were in the bathroom, but for some reason she couldn’t see their faces, they were all blurred.

“What are you doing in here freak?” one said.

To her horror, she watched as she stripped her hoodie off and undid the buttons to her shorts letting them fall to the ground, standing completely naked in front of three faceless classmates then walking up to the one that spoke, “I was looking for some cock, if any of you guys have one.”

“Oh, we do, not like a dyke like you would know what to do with one,” for some reason, they were acting like this was all some kind of prank and she was just standing naked in front of them and was about to blow them off.

That’s when she got down onto her knees again, pulling out the ring leader’s cock and immediately started sucking it in front of the other guys who followed suit, taking out their own cocks, which were already hard and bringing her hands to start jacking them off. She watched as she switched between the cock in her mouth and jacking off the other two, but in the end, they were too shy to cum in front of one another and was dragged into one of the stalls, each taking their turn, getting their cocks sucked, unlocking the door and leaving once they came. But the vision didn’t stop there, as one faceless guy after another came in, were lured into the stall where she was, would get sucked off and leave until one man came in and she could see his face.

It was her drama teacher, Mr. Daniels. From her view from above, she watched as he walked in and looked down to see her hoodie and shorts, picking them up he looked puzzled for a second and then a strange smile appeared on his face. He then walked to the stall furthest to the back where he saw me on my knees, still completely naked.

“Maggie! What’s going on, are you being bullied, why are you naked?”

There was no shame or embarrassment in her voice, nothing like she would have really acted, just the answer, “no, I wanted this,” was all that she said.

“I knew it,” he walked into the stall, closing the door behind him, “when I went to check up on you and Natalie in class, I didn’t believe what I heard at first, but now, especially with all the rumors going around, it had to be true, the innocent Maggie Hill, is really a little secret slut.”

She watched in horror as she saw herself about to orally, please another teacher, but when she saw her reach unzip his pants and pull out his cock like she had done a dozen times before, he stopped her before she could put it in her mouth.

“No, I’ve heard how many guys you’ve had in there, I want something else, stand up.”

“Yes, Mr. Daniels,” she said as she stood up so close to him, her naked body brushing up against his clothed one as the stall was still pretty small.

He seemed angry when she used his name and he spun her around facing the toilet and pushed her back, bending her over, her hands pressed against the wall to catch herself.

He reached down and pressed his rubbed her pussy, “what a wet little slut, who would have ever guessed,” with those words he pressed his cock to her pussy and shoved in it as hard and as deep as he could that her face pressed up against the wall, unable to hold herself in position, “still nice and tight though, but I want something tighter.”

The Maggie watching the whole thing looked at the scene in horror, but a part of her was also getting really turned on, watching her teacher fuck her so ruthlessly, the cool teacher that everyone loved was now fucking her in the boy’s bathroom and calling her such filthy things. She wished for a moment, that she could feel it herself, experience it instead of watching it and with a blink she was there in the stall. Feeling every inch of it slide in and out of her, her face pressed against the cold concrete wall of the bathroom, the smell of piss and sweat, the sound of students outside in the hall.

“It should be wet enough now,” he pulled his cock out.

“Wet enough for what,” she thought to herself, she tried to say it, but nothing came out of her mouth and the ghost was still controlling her body, she had become a sex puppet to be used and not take physical part in that way.

She felt his fingers plunge back into her sex and then press against her virgin asshole, circling around her rosebud and slowly pressing into it, she wanted to scream no, that it was dirty that only sluts get fucked in the ass, but nothing came out of her mouth, it was no longer her mouth to talk with. Her head looked back to watch as the tip of his rather impressive cock pressed against the opening, she wanted to shake her head, but couldn’t, plead with him, anything, go back to watching instead of experiencing, but with a silent scream in her mind she felt the pain as it was spread for the first time. It was like a burning, searing pain as the head pressed forward penetrating her as it slowly went in. She could start to feel the fullness as if she was taking a reverse shit, having it go in rather than out.

When the tip finally got in, she heard herself finally speak, “fuck me, shove it in you pussy.”

He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at him, “what did you say slut?”

“I said fuck me, shove it in you pussy.”

The words made him look suddenly angry, and with ruthless abandonment, his right hand grabbed her by the waist and his left wrapped around her neck and with a solid thrust, while pulling her towards him, impaled her ass on the rest of his rod till her ass was pressed right up against his balls. It was a pain so strong that if she had been in control of her body, everyone would have heard the scream as he filled her, but instead a low moan came out as if she had just given him all the permission, he needed to start fucking her ass, gripping with both hands on her waist, he began to fuck her and Maggie saw the most shocking thing she had in all of her visions so far.

In the reflection of the exposed pipe of the toilet, she was herself, the look on her face wasn’t shame or remorse, she saw her eyes rolled back into her head, she saw her mouth smiling and gaping open as she moaned. She could feel what the ghost was feeling in that moment, lust, arousal, pleasure and worse of all happiness and she kept thinking to herself, I’m not like this, I’m not a slut, this isn’t what I want. But as she got fucked, the lines started to blur for what it was feeling and what she was feeling and her humiliation spurred on arousal in her, the pain started to become pleasure and she could no longer tell if the ghost was making that face, or she was.

The bathroom door opened and they both froze, and she felt the fear of exposure, her teacher placed a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and stood still not knowing what to do. It was obvious that he was now afraid, what would they say if they caught him with a student, balls deep in a student. Although from Maggie’s point of view, the fear must have been somewhat arousing as she could feel him twitching inside her ass.

“Awe man, I knew it was a bullshit, no way Maggie Hill was in a bathroom, naked, blowing guys like some slut, she goes to fucking church every Sunday for god’s sake.”

“Maybe it’s the wrong bathroom, let’s check the other one by Math where Casey said he blew her.”

“Yeah, let’s go I heard the bitch had been hiding some big round titties this whole time under them hoodies and I can’t wait to taste one.”

The door swung open, the loudness of the hallway filling the bathroom and quieting once it closed. Mr. Daniels was hyperventilating at that point between almost getting caught and the fucking he was giving Maggie, who was prepared to start up again. But instead, as he pulled out and then fully slid into her once again, he reached forward, around her, with both hands groping at her bare breasts, his cock started to pulse as he unleashed a torrent of hot cum into her ass.

He looked down to see a face on Maggie that just sparked more rage in his heart, a look of pleasure and bliss, “what a dirty little slut,” the bathroom faded to black, the look on his face was the last thing she saw before she was out in front of her house staring at Officer Bronson’s police car.

Maggie was worried what was about to happen next, she didn’t want to watch from inside herself anymore, she wanted to watch from above, these were things she didn’t want to experience first-hand, but it seemed she had no choice now.

She watched as the window opened revealing the officer, “come here Ms. Hill, we need to have a little chat.”

This was the only thing she could remember from that time and now she was going to find out what happened in the time she had lost. She walked up to the car and bent over to look inside, her cleavage clearly showing.

“How can I help you, officer?”

“Maggie, I saw what happened, what’s gotten into you, this isn’t like you at all?!?”

“Well, it’s kind of personal, I think I’m in trouble, but maybe we could talk, would that be, ok?”

“Sure, come in and take a seat and we can talk, I promise to do whatever I can to help.”

Maggie’s body moved on her own, opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat and she could feel her arousal growing, the heat coming off of her body and her breathing starting to quicken.

“So, what’s going on Maggie? Is it a family thing? Are you being bullied in school? What’s making you act like this?” his questions out of a genuine concern, putting his hand on hers to try to connect with her.

Maggie held his hand tight, “well, I just don’t feel attractive, guys kind of just ignore me, is something wrong with me Officer Bronson?”

“No Maggie,” he squeezed her hand back, “you are a beautiful young woman, those kids you go to school with are just blind.”

“So, you think I’m attractive?”

“Yes, who wouldn’t, if I were a younger man, I’d scoop you up in a heartbeat.”

“Why does your age matter Officer Bronson?”

“It’s just that you probably want someone your own age, and it wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Maggie got up onto her knees in the seat facing him, keeping his hand in her own and placing it on her left breast, “so you’re saying if I wanted someone older than me, you’d still say no because it wasn’t appropriate?”

She could see his breathing start to quicken, his face looking flushed, a bit of sweat was forming on his brow not believing what was happening. She felt that wasn’t enough to persuade him and slipped his hand under her hoodie to touch her bare breasts.

“Jesus Maggie, what’s going on, why are you doing this?” he asked trying to resist but his hand was saying a different story as he was gently squeezing her breast on its own.

She grabbed his wrist with both of her hands and leaned in close to whisper in his ear guiding his hand down towards her pussy until his fingers were in the gap that her zipper should have been concealing, “it’s because I’m a horny little slut,” she guided his hand right over her bare pussy and his fingers in between her lips to feel her heat and wetness, “and I want you to fuck me.”

She let go with her right hand and placed it on the growing bulge in his pants, the sudden causing his hands to tighten, his left at his side and the right gripping tightly to her pussy, hooking inside of her and hooking onto her pelvis. The feeling making her moan suddenly as his fingers pressed hard against her g-spot.

“Maggie, we shouldn’t be, we shouldn’t be,” he was trying to make a rational thought come together, but before he could she removed her hoodie and let it fall to the floor of the car, his eyes shot wide open at the sight of her boobs right in front of him and now able to see where his hand was.

He was losing the battle between rational thought and his own arousal, but it was still there and to seal the deal she leaned over and undid his pants, pulling his cock out and immediately started sucking on it. It was salty in her mouth; he had been on patrol for a while and it was sweaty from probably sitting so long driving around in his car. It was thicker and longer than she had expected as well, for some reason in her mind, older men had lost their vitality and didn’t get as hard as they did when they were younger, but she was surely proved wrong. With a hand around the base of his cock, Maggie began bobbing her head up and down, stroking it as she raised and lowered herself, his moans drowned out by the sudden roaring of the engine as the car suddenly sped off.

In her heart and mind the car suddenly jetting off wasn’t her concern, the only thing on her mind was pleasuring the cock in front of her. A feeling that was all intoxicating to the point that she was starting to lose the ability to tell the difference between what she was doing and feeling and what the ghost possessing her was. Although she was still struggling to admit some dark truth within herself, she could feel it scratching at the back of her mind.

The car came to a screeching halt and Officer Bronson opened the door and pulled himself away from Maggie, his cock coming out of her mouth with a pop and the passenger door opening, “get out!” was all that he said.

With a smile on her face, she slipped off her hoodie, got out of the car and stood outside, topless, pussy on display starring at the man in front of her with a face she had never seen him make before. He spun her around and pressed her up against the side of the car, the ghost happy at its conquest, Maggie afraid that she was about to be arrested. The sounds of clanking metal set her fears into overdrive, cold steel clamping down on her wrists restraining them behind her back and pulled as she was drawn back and then thrown face first onto the hood of the car. The metal of the hood still warm from just being drive, the feeling was intense against her sensitive nipples and exposed stomach.

She expected him to reach around, undo the button and pull her shorts down but instead felt his finger squeeze into the back of them and grip hard. With a hard pull the button popped open and she felt all the slack in her shorts break free. But that wasn’t the end as they were roughly pulled down her legs and off, lifting her feet up into the air as her shorts were thrown into the grass. Hands gripped her ankles as all of her weight was not on the hood of her car and without warning a cock was plunged deep into her pussy.

She half expected him to talk dirty to her, degrade her, humiliate her, tell her what a dirty slut she was, but instead it was nothing but silence. The only sounds were his grunts as he thrust into her, the sounds of her wet pussy as he fucked her and her insatiable moans egging him on to do more. His grip tightened around her ankles, his strokes harder and deeper, she was nothing more than a hole to fuck. When Maggie tried to look back, he put a hand on her back, pushing her down hard on the hood.

“Isn’t this what you always wanted,” a voice spoke in her head.

“A voice? Inside my head? Who are you?”

“Just a fun-loving spirit, living the good life, ironic for a ghost to say,” another voice spoke.

“Living, I thought we were dead, how does that work,” a third voice spoke in her mind.

“By fucking with them.”

“Or getting fucked by them…”

“When did we take this so literal?”

“When was the last time you experienced this much pleasure, alive or dead?”

“Good point…”

“You know with all this energy we’ve gathered, I bet we can start really fucking with them.”

“Mmmm, what did you have in mind?”

The conversation went on but the voices become almost muffled to the point where she couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Beep, beep! Beep, beep! Beep, beep! Beep, beep!

She felt the strong pull of her ankles, the hardness plunging deep inside of her before he came, but pulling so hard that she came right off of the hood and was about to faceplant right into the dirt. But as she was about to hit, arms cuffed behind her, unable to stop her descent.

“Oh shit!” she woke up, jumping straight up in bed, hands lunging in front of her to stop her fall in the dream.

“Language!” her mom yelled out from the kitchen.

She was back in her bed, like nothing had happened, or had it happened, were these memories or dreams, she could no longer tell what was real or not. The hallucinations were so real that she swore that they happened and the actual events seemed too insane they felt more like hallucinations. All she knew now was, it was time for school and somehow ended up in bed again, completely naked.

1 Day to Halloween

Maggie tried everything that morning to get her parents to let her stay home and away from school. Maybe the ghosts would get bored if she just stayed at home and leave, but all of her pleas and fake acts of being sick fell on deaf ears.

“Mom, my stomach is really bad, I don’t think I can go to school today.”

“Take some tums and bring them with you just in case.”

“I think it’s just that time of month and, and, I don’t think I could focus.”

“Take some extra tampons, you’re a strong woman, I have faith in you.”

There was really no arguing with her at this point, Maggie knew that when her mother had made up her mind, there was no real changing it, although she was acting a bit more extreme than usual. As she got ready, she decided on some pants instead, and multiple layers, including a button-down shirt, sports bra and granny panties that she hated but made her feel ultra-safe this time. If anyone knew any better, she was dressing for winter instead of fall. Even if the ghosts could take her clothes at a moment’s notice, control her and make her do dirty, slutty things, she was going to make it very hard for them.

The moment she got to school though, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, she ran into her friends who were actually much more normal than they did yesterday, Zack even gave her his usual over the top hug, although it felt like it lingered a little bit longer than it usually did. Nothing strange happened as she got her stuff from her locker, even Erica and her friends passed by without saying a word. Maybe the ghosts were done, they had their fun and moved on to their next victim.

“Ok everyone, take your seats and let’s start up from where we left off yesterday,” she took her seat, another boring history class about the constitution about to begin.

As the lights turned off and the projector came to life, she couldn’t help but remember yesterday. The feeling of being groped under her clothes, her panties magically vanishing and ending up in the teacher’s drawer for him to find. She wondered if they were still there or he just threw them away, what he thought when he found them, what he possibly did with them. She slipped her arm inside of her hoodie, a strange feeling came over her to make sure her panties were still on. She undid the button to her pants and slipped her hand inside feeling assured that they were still there, the tips of her fingers brushed against her slit and she bit her lip to stifle back a moan.

Instead of stopping there, Maggie couldn’t help but go further, teasing herself through her panties, thinking of her teacher bring her panties up his nose and imagining which girl in his class had left them there. Teasing was all she could do though, with the thickness of the material and size unable to pull them aside even with the bagginess of her pants, she couldn’t get the stimulation she wanted.

“No,” she thought to herself, “this has to be the ghosts, the ghosts have to be the one messing with her, making her do this,” but just as easily as she slipped her hand in, she pulled them out without any resistance.

She almost expected some invisible force to shove her hand back down her pants, or her panties to vanish into thin air and end up in her teacher’s desk again, but nothing happened. She started to blush furiously knowing that this was all her and nothing else, she had no excuse this time.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Without thinking, Maggie grabbed her books, shoved them into her backpack and got up and left the room. As she quickly walked to her next classroom, she hardly realized that her baggy pants had started to slide down from her hips until it slipped down to the bottom of her ass cheeks when she sat down. She had no time at all to pull her hoodie down just enough to cover her bare thighs and the state of her pants when Casey walked up to her desk.

He leaned over and whispered into her ear, “see you in the bathroom again slut?”

He pulled back and sat at his desk leaving her completely speechless that he would say something so lewd and looked around hoping no one else had heard what he said, her current state of dress completely slipping her mind.

“Ok everyone, books, phones and everything else away but a pencil, test time,” Ms. Garrett stood up with a bunch of papers.

With all focus on the teacher and moans and groans about a math test, Maggie took the time to try to fix her pants, she managed to pull them up a bit but her ass was making it hard to get them up to her hips sitting like that. She tugged them a little bit higher and buttoned it the best she could, but they felt much tighter than usual. A test was placed on her desk as she looked up at her teacher to see a grimace on her face. Had she seen her fixing her pants or was it something else?

She felt a dribbled of liquid on the side of her month and wiped it off on the side of her hand, a bitter salty taste filled her mouth, it was familiar but nothing she could identify off the top of her head. The lights flickered and she knew something bad was about to happen. She watched as Casey got out of his desk, walked backward towards her and turned around with his cock out, right in the middle of the classroom. A strange gut-wrenching feeling took over as a thick, creamy, liquid, the same taste as her mouth had experience but stronger came up and into her mouth and without a word, he threw back his head, pressed his cock against her lips and penetrated her mouth, but as the liquid came into her mouth, it felt like his cock was sucking it out of her rather than shooting into her.

“muc ot gniog m’I!” came out of his mouth, his hands firmly on the back of her head as everything was sucked out of her mouth.

But it didn’t stop, his thrusts were fast, hard and erratic, slipping it into her mouth but pulling hard on his way out until they started to get steadier and more precise. After a few minutes he started to slow down until eventually stopping and pulling out of her mouth all together.

Leaning over, he whispered into her ear one more time, “tuls uoy kcid ym kcus,” he stood back up, put his cock in his pants, walked backwards to his desk, spun around and sat down, going back to work on his test.

She stood there in shock, not knowing what had just happened until Ms. Garrett spoke out, “eyes on your own paper Maggie.”

She immediately shot her eyes down and back on her test, the lingering taste of Casey’s cum still in her mouth. The taste and feeling of him face fucking her made it hard for her to focus on her test and it took her to the very last minute to finish it when normally she was one of the first people to do so.

Finishing the last question, the teacher stood up, “pencils down, that’s it for today, pass your tests forward and pack up.”

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Maggie passed her paper forward and grabbed her bag and waited for everyone to leave, as Ms. Garrett turned her back to the board, she stood up and felt the button go on her pants the zipper spread, and as it came free, her shorts fell to her knees. She quickly reached down and pulled them up and had them back in place before her teacher turned around and caught her, but didn’t have enough time to button them and walked out, holding them in place, heading to her locker to get her books for her next class.

The walk felt exposing, walking around in undone pants about to fall at any second, she thought of walking into the bathroom, but images of her dreams flashed into her mind, of all the cocks she sucked, of her drama teacher fucking her and feared the ghosts’ evil plans knowing they were still around. When she got to her locker, she dropped her bag and facing towards them started to fix her pants.

Two strong arms came behind her, wrapping around her and lifting her off of the ground, “Hey Megs!” lifted her right up into his arms from behind and right under her breasts causing them to bulge out from over his arms, the sudden shock of being lifted caused her to lose grip of her pants as they started to fall, “kind of overdressed aren’t we, even for you.”

Her pants pooled around her ankles as she was still lifted in the air and to any passer by looked like Zach was fucking her from behind even with her hoodie covering her panties, the pants made it look just wrong.

When he finally let her down, she didn’t even bother to look around, but reached down to grab her pants and pull them back up, “kind of underdressed now aren’t we?”

She buttoned and zipped them up and turned around furiously blushing to see her friend in the same state. Then she looked down to notice the big bulge in his pants, “I got to get to class,” and without another word, walked off.

Her face was still scarlet red as she walked to class, the only thing on her mind was Zack’s bulging cock, not the fact that she didn’t grab her books for class, if anyone around had seen the seen that just unfolded or even worse, how her teacher was going to react when she walked in, that was until she made it to the open door and her eyes met Mrs. Rosenberg’s. It seemed the blushing was contagious as her teacher was now red as a tomato herself. There was no way she though, it was just her imagination, there was no way she could have…it had to be one of those stupid hallucinations, another crazy, fake. As she walked through the door, pondering more words to explain what she was feeling, she looked down to her all of her clothes suddenly vanishing.

She walked in, just wearing her backpack on her back, not even her shoes making it through the doorway and stood there in shock not knowing what to do. She kept quiet, but knew that all attention was going to be on her at any second, she thought of putting her arms over her, maybe taking her backpack and putting it in front of her.

“Is everything ok Ms. Hill?” her teacher looked at her now with more a look of annoyance than concern.

She looked around to notice people sitting at their desks, getting their books out of their bags, checking their phones, but none were looking at her, taking pictures, screaming out that I was naked, no one noticed, not even her teacher. She thought desperately about running out the door, but instead walked to her desk and took her seat.

“Ok everyone, turn to page 400 as we go over the reading I assigned you from last night,” Maggie opened her bag, and then realized she never grabbed her books from her locker, “Ms. Hill you can share with Ms. Grootman, I doubt she won’t mind.

“Um, ok,” Maggie moved her desk over to get closer to her, now locked between them unable to get out now without considerable effort.

It felt weird and so embarrassing, she was sitting there, in class, completely naked, and no one noticed a thing.

“This is just another one of their games and I’m not going to let them win,” she said to herself, not realizing she said it outloud.

“What?” Caiti said next to her.

“Nothing, I um,” she stopped when she heard her teacher cough twice.

“Since you two seem so talkative, maybe Ms. Hill could tell us the symbolism of the hero’s armor.”

“Um, his armor stops him from feeling so vulnerable…so naked,” the word falling on the ears of immature teenagers as few laughed and snickered around her.

“Not a bad answer Ms. Hill, thank you for taking off your armor at the observation.”

If she only knew, Maggie didn’t know if what was happening was real or not, she could feel the cold air of the room on her skin, the plastic and metal touching her, but even worse was the gaze that Caiti kept giving her that made her feel more exposed than anything else. She looked at her to see her eyes scanning over her own body, her face turning red, her breathing starting to quicken.

“Hey, are you ok?” Maggie whispered to her.

Her eyes were rolling back into her head, her breathing was getting quicker, her legs squeezed together as her thighs were rubbing against one another.

“Hey,” Maggie reached for her hand, balled up into a fist, afraid that she was in pain.

When she touched it, the feeling was like electricity, bolts of pleasure shooting through her hand and up her arm, sizzling through the rest of her body. Her pupils dilated, nipples hardened instantly, her whole body felt like it was being caressed, her clit being licked and nibbled on, fingers tantalizing every inch inside and outside of her pussy and the feeling of being stretched and filled at the same time in both of her holes. It was so intense; she had no idea how Caiti wasn’t screaming out in both pleasure and pain at this intense attack. She tried desperately to break the connection but with all the sensations as once, her hand grasped on to the other girl’s unable to let go.

Maggie bit her lip, gripped on to the desk so hard that she thought she would break off a piece of wood and looked over at Caiti who looked back with a knowing look before her eyes rolled back into head once again. She looked like she was about to have the most intense orgasm of her life and Maggie wasn’t far behind her. With all her might she pried her hand from the girl’s and managed to break the connection leaving her slouched over, trying to catch her breath. Just as she was about to feel a little normal once again, Caiti’s hand dropped and grabbed hold onto Maggie’s thigh, the connection stronger than ever, the pleasure five times what it was before as she dug her fingers, into her soft, vulnerable flesh.

Maggie clasped a hand over her own mouth tightly to try to stop any noises from coming out, and continued to hold on to do life onto the desk. She wasn’t sure how much she could take as the first orgasm started to build and explode out of her. But it didn’t stop as another started to build behind it. Like waves of orgasms cascading into a beach, one built as another crashed against the shore and with each, Caiti’s hand moved closer and closer between her legs, until her fingers squeezed between her thighs and plunged knuckles deep into Maggie’s quivering pussy.

It was like a raw, hot wire shoved right into her pussy and it seemed with more pleasure that she had to withstand, the less Caiti had to. Two fingers became three, three to four and soon this intense pleasure was on the verge or pain, a blinding white light in her eyes. Her head thrown back starring at the ceiling, the orgasms now less like waves and more like a tsunami about to drown her in pleasure. She looked to her left to see Caiti now as naked as her, and around to see everyone around her just as naked but somehow oblivious to it. All the nudity, the cocks, breasts, pussies, asses, a craving took over her like she was starving surrounded by a buffet.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The bell rang and her hands came to her chest realizing she was clothed once again, that everyone around her was as well, but something felt off. The hand down her pants and in her panties still squirming around wasn’t hers and grabbing it, saw that it belonged to Caiti who was just as bewildered as her that it was there.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, don’t say anything, I have no idea why,” she frantically apologized, pulling her hand out of Maggie’s pants, her fingers wet with her juices that she wiped off on her own shirt before grabbing her textbook and backpack and running out of the classroom without another word.

Maggie was happy to be dressed once again and looked around to also be happy that no one noticed what just happened, well at least that’s what she thought. In the corner Mrs. Rosenberg saw exactly where her student’s hand was and how it’s damp state when she pulled it out and couldn’t help but bite her lip aroused at the sight.

Standing was a bit of a challenge for Maggie, her legs felt like limp noodles as she got up, using the desk to hold her weight, she hoped Mrs. Rosenberg wouldn’t say anything, but looking at her, she seemed to be preoccupied in her own thoughts. Thankfully she didn’t need any books for her next class and could just get there as fast as she could. Which wasn’t that fast, it almost felt like she had just ran five miles and felt sore all over. When she finally made it to drama, she collapsed in her usual seat next to Nat.

“Mmmm, there you are, I was waiting all day to see you,” Natalie laned over and kissed her on the cheek, her right hand groping her breast through her clothes and then slipping down and into her pants.

“Jesus Nat, what are you doing, we’re in class,” she gave her a stern whisper, but that didn’t stop her from undoing her pants and sticking her hand down her panties.

When her fingers brushed up against her sore, sensitive pussy, she blurted out, “oh please, not again.”

“Again?” she pulled her hand out and started licking her wet fingers, then leaned over and started nibbling on her neck and ear, two of her greatest weak points.

Her mind started going blank from the teasing foreplay and her hand disappearing into her pants once again, “tell me what you meant by again?”

“Well, during Mrs. Rosenberg’s English class, mmmm,” it was getting harder for her to think and put together words, and then she felt her clit getting pinched and the adrenaline brought her back to reality, “Caiti stuck her hand down my pants and started, mmph, mmph, fingering me, mmmm.”

“Ok, everyone knows what today is, should I call names or will there be some brave volunteers for once, maybe I’ll throw in some bonus points for those who volunteer!” yelled out Mr. Daniels, images of her dream in the bathroom flooded back into her brain and it wasn’t helping that Nat was toying with her.

The lights in the theater dimmed and all lights and eyes were on the stage, it felt colder than usual, and for a second Maggie could see her breathe and chills ran down her spine. Without a word, Natalie got down on her knees and started to pull down her pants and panties, she tried to reach for the top to hold them up but her arms were stuck to the arm rests of the chair, no words could escape her mouth to protest and her legs would not take her brain’s commands to shut close. Down her legs and off completely, so quickly and violently that one of her shoes came off with them. She was now at the mercy of Natalie’s expert oral skills and talented fingers and she traced her tongue around her clit and explored the depths of her pussy with her fingers.

The whole time focused on her, she never noticed what was going on, on the stage. Jeremy and Anna were a usual pair in all assignments, it’s how they became a couple and what they were always comfortable doing ever since. If Maggie had been paying attention what so ever she would have noticed something was really off. Jeremy’s words were a blur to her as he spoke, the only mouth she was focused on, was the one between her legs and keeping her own shut.

“Ay, me” Anna spoke out loud, coming onto stage in a pretty sundress.

“She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art, as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven,” as Jeremy spoke, he took off his short as he strolled up to her, “Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes, of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, and sails upon the bosom of the air.”

“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not,” Anna began unbuttoning the front of her dress, “be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.” With those words she let her dress fall to the ground leaving her in just her bra and panties.

“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?” as he walked up to her, he put his arms around her and kissed her deeply, undoing the clasp of her bra as she did and stepping back to reveal her firm, voluptuous breasts that she made no attempt to cover.

Anna dropped down to her knees in front of her partner, “'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.,” she began to undo his shorts and let them fall to the ground for him to step out of, “What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,” his boxers followed suit as he stood there, naked in front of the whole class.

The strange part was the whole class was silent, not even Mr. Daniels said anything or even more strangely stopped the whole seen which was completely inappropriate and this wasn’t even the beginning.

With eyes directly on his cock, hand reaching for it and grasping it’s thickness and stroking it as she continued, “Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part, belonging to a man. O, be some other name!” she took it deep into her mouth, not seeming like it was the first time she had done so, since she did it with such ease.

The room’s silence was only filled with the sounds of her mouth slurping on Jeremy’s hard cock and if anyone had been listening closely, the muffled moans Maggie was making as Natalie continued to pleasure her poor pussy.

Anna pulled back, gasping for air, yelling out, “What's in a name? that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet,” licking the tip accentuating the word sweet.

With a hand, he stood her up from her knees and sat her on a chair on the stage. Now he got down on his knees in front of her, slowly removing her panties, back faced towards the audience tossing her panties to the side. Legs draped over his shoulders, he leaned in and although the audience couldn’t see what he was doing, knew rather easily when moans started to escape Anna’s lips.

Her hands framed the back of his head as she spoke, trying to do her best to get the words out, “Mmmm, so Romeo would, mmmph, were he not Romeo call'd, oh god, retain that dear perfection which he owes,” the look of pleasure unmistakable on her face, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, “with, without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and, and, and for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself!”

With a new dominance and roughness, he took by her arm and draped her over the sides of the chair, his hard cock pointing at her behind as the audience was treated to a full side view now. With a hand on her back and his other guiding his cock, he rubbed the tip against her lips and gently began to press forward into her.

“I take thee,” his slow penetration turning into a hard encompassing thrust, “at thy word, call me but love, and I'll be new baptized,” he spoke as he fucked her, harder and deeper with each word, “henceforth I never will be Romeo.”

Her moans began to fill the theater so loud that not even Maggie could ignore it any longer, and as she looked up to see the scene that unfolded before her, she couldn’t help but react, “What the fuck?”

Natalie took a second to look up over the chairs to see what she was looking at and with an indifferent tone, “oh, I love Romeo and Juliet,” and went back to eating out her friend’s pussy.

Jeremy was brutally fucking her on stage and by some strength of will she managed to say her line, “What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night,” and if by some magic she turned to look into the audience, her eyes met with Maggies, “so stumblest on my counsel?”

Their eyes were locked onto on another, a silent word that traveled between the two that they both were on the verge of orgasm. Mere seconds away from screams of ecstasy filling the theater and Maggie was the only one thinking, why was this so normal?

“Ok, that’s good, next volunteers,” Mr. Daniels called out, the two leaving the stage and going back to their seats without even the attempt of getting dressed.

From out of nowhere Natalie raised her hand and yelled out, “we’ll be next!”

Natalie grabbed Maggie’s hand, pulling her to the stage, without even putting her pants and panties back on, stumbling awkwardly with only one shoe as well, her juices still glistening on her friend’s face.

“We’ll be doing the final scene from Casablanca, I’ll be Ilsa and Maggie will be playing Rick.”

Maggie stood up there, self-conscious and confused, she was practically naked, it was like she was the only one that didn’t get the memo that being naked was ok, everyone else didn’t seem to have a problem that two of their fellow classmates had just been fucking in front of them and yet she felt so embarrassed being bottomless, even more so that she only had one shoe on.

The room was completely quiet and Maggie was standing there on the stage like a deer in the headlights, not sure of when to start or what to do next until Natalie shot her a look as if she was saying, ok say your line now.

“Oh um, because you're getting on that plane,” she blushed, not because of her state of dress but just doing this stuff was just embarrassing, half naked or not.

“I don't understand. What about you?”

“I'm staying here with him,” as she pointed indifferently to a place behind the curtain, “'til the plane gets safely away.”

"No, Richard. No. What has happened to you? Last night..." last night Maggie thought to herself, images of her and Natalie in the dressing room flooded her mind and she felt herself dripping and starting to get flushed even after all the torture she had just put her through.

She felt hands on her hips, slowly making their way down her sides and under the front of her hoodie, lips nibbling on her ear causing a moan to escape her lips, but she needed to find the strength to continue, only if she could finish she thought, the ghosts would finish the game, “Last night, we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us, mmmm,” fingers found her clit and started gently rubbing it.

She had no idea who was behind her, couldn’t bring herself to look behind her to identify her molester, but their hands were large and strong and as one rubbed her clit, the other made its way over her hoodie and started groping her breasts over her clothes.

“Well, I've done a lot of it since then and, um, mmmm, um, it all adds up to one thing. You're getting on that plane with Victor where you belong,” the fact that she was so close before coming on stage wasn’t helping, her breathing was shallow, her eyes glazed over from the pleasure, she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.

"But Richard, no, I've..." Natalie stepped forward, stepped closer, her hands on Maggie’s cheeks, caressing them and keeping their eyes locked on one another.

Hands from behind lifted the hoodie, button down shirt and shirt up and off of Maggie leaving her there just in her bra, socks and a single shoe, “Now, you've got to listen to me,” her eyes squeezed shut as the clasp was undone and she felt her bra go slack.

It was one thing in her previous class to just suddenly be naked, but no one really noticed or cared, this felt far different as she was being undressed in front of all of her classmates, but a mysterious man from behind her. Some part of her wasn’t ok with this though and although she knew this was the game, she clasped her hands over the cups of her bra to still keep something of her covered. Each strap brought down her arms and with a sudden pull, the garment was pulled away like sand through her fingers.

“Do you have any idea what you've have to look forward to if you stayed here?” her hands felt like weights and dropped to her sides, while Natalies fingers found their way between her legs and spread her lips while teasing her clit, “nnnnine chances out of tennnn, we'd both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn't that true, Louis?!?!”

The figure behind her spoke "I'm afraid Major Strasser would insist," and whomever it was, was starting to rub the tip of his cock between her wet lips.

As Maggie began to feel the pressure of the stranger’s cock begin to press into her, Natalie whispered into her ear while grasping her clit between her thumb and pointer finger, “you're saying this only to make me go.”

Maggie took a moment to turn her head to face the audience, seeing all of her fellow students quietly and attentively watching her, she wasn’t thinking they were paying attention to her acting, they were paying attention to her nudity, to the fact that she was about to get fucked and something inside her hit the brakes.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” The pressure suddenly stopped, time came to a halt, she stared into her friend’s unblinking eyes.

Raising herself and pulling away from her play partners, she stumbled forward, naked onto the stage. She was completely confused looking around, time itself, had stopped, except for her, until a voice came from above.

“Um, god?” Maggie answered, not knowing what the voice said.

“You wish kid, we’re the ghosts that are haunting you, didn’t you realize that by now?”

“I was being sarcastic dumbass!”

“Hey, watch the tone, we have all the control as you can see, and our fun has been just that, we could have made this a whole lot more humiliating and embarrassing if we wanted.”

With a quick flash of light, time started again, everyone as staring at her and laughing at her naked body, Natalie looked at her completely shocked, “Maggie, why the fuck are you naked?!?!”

She looked to see Mr. Daniels running up the stage stairs towards her, making her flinch as his arm raised up just as he was about to grab her, and time suddenly stalled once again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I get it, I just don’t want this.”

“So, prove it, how about a little wager.”

“A wager?”

“Yeah, don’t you kids have wagers, a bet, a task, a challenge, if you complete it, we’ll leave you alone and you’ll never see us ever again.”

“Fine, whatever it takes to get rid of you dead perves, I’ll do it,” Maggie could feel her annoyance start to grow along with a sense of fear, not sure what they were planning.

“If you can get through your class assignment with your friend without a mistake or stopping, we’ll go, if not, tomorrow on Halloween, you’ll be our little play toy.”

Maggie’s mouth went dry, she was having a hard time swallowing, but at the same time knew she had no other choice. They held all of the cards and all she could do was play their little game.

“Fine,” and without another word, Maggie was standing on stage once again, fully dressed.

“Maggie, are you ok, you kind of blanked out there for a second, don’t worry we got this,” Nat put a hand on her shoulder, a friendly touch rather than the sexual one she grew accustomed to the last 24 hours.

“Is everything ok girls? Please start, we have many other groups to get through today,” Mr. Daniels sounded a little perturbed from the side of the stage.

“Yes sir, just setting the scene!” Nat yelled out.

“We’ll be doing the final scene from Casablanca, I’ll be Ilsa and Maggie will be playing Rick,” a sense of deja vu overtook Maggie.

Maggie stood up, she was going to do this perfectly, she rehearsed it over a dozen times with Natalie and watched the movie so many times she could recite the whole movie by heart.

“Because you're getting on that, mmph” the feeling was strange, every word reverberated through her sending waves of pleasure through her body, it was like what happened in English with Caiti but not as intense and just as she stopped talking the pleasure slowly drained from her body and she stood there, blushing and embarrassed hoping that no one had heard her moan.

“Again, everything ok girls?”

“Yes, Mr. Daniels, I just had a tickle in my throat and…”

“Fine, fine, one more chance, no stopping, mistakes or not, just finish your skit so we can move on to the next group.”

“Because you’re getting on that, plane,” Maggie clenched her fist tightly, every fiber of her being was trying to mask any of the stimulation she was feeling as she talked, and she worried with more lines that she was about to orgasm in front of her whole class.

“I don't understand. What about you?” Natalie drew closer, her eyes locked on Maggie’s and she prayed that her friend couldn’t tell what was going on in her mind or her body.

“I'm staying here with him,” as she pointed indifferently to a place behind the curtain, her hand shaking, each word stimulating pleasure in her body and building her orgasm, “'til the plane gets safely away.”

She gasped for breath after she finished, so hell bent on getting every word out and the struggle she was trying to damn up inside of her, each line was getting harder and harder to say.

"No, Richard. No. What has happened to you? Last night..."

“Last night, we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us,” as the words came out, she knew the lines were getting longer and she feared she wouldn’t be able to stop the oncoming orgasm from hitting her, “Well, I've done a lot of it since then and, um, mmmm, um, it all adds up to one thing. You're getting on that plane with Victor where you belong,” as she said the last words, she swore she was about to cum, but her orgasm hit a wall, and no matter how intense it was starting to feel, the orgasm just wouldn’t come and as her line ended, the pleasure once again slipped away.

"But Richard, no, I've..." got no lines, and are making me doing all of this torturous talking, Maggie thought to herself.

“Now, you've got to listen to me,” she held on to Natalie’s hands, already feeling her orgasm building once again, part of her dreading it, part of her desperately wanting it, “do you have any idea what you've have to look forward to if you stayed here?” her body felt like it was on fire as she spoke, her non-existent orgasm, an itch that was driving her insane that she couldn’t scratch, the only hope she had was the few seconds between lines to allow her to calm down once again.

She took a deep breath, looking intently into Natalie’s eyes, “nine chances out of ten, we’d both wind up in a cumcen, concentration camp. Isn’t that true, Louis?” she heard giggles from the audience and felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Natalie leaned her hand to the side and covered her mouth, imitating a man’s voice, yelled out, "I'm afraid Major Strasser would insist," which caused more laughter to come from the audience and the moment of non-orgasmic relief that Maggie was looking forward to, didn’t come, like the teasing orgasm she now craved.

The pleasure in her body didn’t die down like before, instead it stayed pretty ramped up, exactly where it waswhen she finished her last line.

“You're saying this only to make me go,” Nat looked deep into her eyes, but as her words said one thing, her eyes were almost asking if she was ok.

It was taking all of her will not to drop down to her knees, the pleasure was overwhelming that she was having a hard time focusing on anything else, “I'm saying it because it's true,” she felt her knees start to buckle, “please stop,” her words now to the ghosts rather than to her audience.

“Hey, you ok, you look super red right now,” Nat whispered.

“Just say the word, you know what to do,” they spoke in her head.

“Fine! You Win! You Win!” she nearly fell over, grabbing onto Natalie, her fingers dug into her shoulders as the orgasm exploded inside of her like a small bomb between her legs.

The whole theater went silent, and when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, a sudden thrust from behind and she felt her pussy full from a completely unexpected cock and she looked down to find herself completely naked once again. Looking back all she saw was a naked muscular body humping her unmercifully then forward once again, her friend Natalie was replaced a cock starring right at her, inches away from her mouth. The tip dragged along her lips leaving a string of liquid connecting them to the long thick cock that penetrated her mouth the moment the opportunity presented itself by a lust filled moan.

She was violently rocked back and forth, her pleasure building, her throat tight around the invading cock, slowly becoming dizzy from the lack of air and sudden situation she was in, it was getting hard for her to tell up from down, and as hands grabbed her by the arms, legs and hips, she hardly realized that she was flipped over, sat on someone’s lap and in one instance was impaled on another cock facing everyone in the audience. The pleasure she felt was undeniable but so was the humiliation she felt being so openly exposed in such a way she never dreamed of and she did the only thing she could think of.

“Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor,” if anything she had to finish the assignment, breathing heavily, lust in her eyes as she was being fucked in full view to all that were watching, “you're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it,” her legs were lifted in the air and spread to further expose what he was doing to her and with every bit of energy she could muster spoke, “maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.”

"What about us?" she heard in the background, from where, she couldn’t tell, she was too distracted as she was lifted off of the cock inside of her and it was placed into her ass instead.

With each word she could feel the cock in her ass, twitching, throbbing as she knew it was about to cum inside of her, “We'll always have Paris, God! We didn't have - we'd - we'd lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.”

A hand started to maul her poor breasts, another finding and rubbing her clit until fingers began plunging inside of her, causing her to moan out loud.

“When I said I would never leave you..”

The theater filled with the sounds of her pleasure, the moans she no longer fought to suppress, the sounds of her fingers fucking her wet pussy, the slapping of her ass against the lap of the man she was riding.

“Say the last line, finish it.”

Maggie closed her eyes, and separated herself from her body for just this moment, “and you never will. I've got a job to do too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. Now, now. Here's looking at you, kid.”

She heard the applause all around her, but when she opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a bunch of her male classmates, cocks out, jacking off so suddenly that she was just back in fright when they all started to shoot their loads at her all at once and she naturally reacted by shutting her eyes, screaming out and bring her hands up to block it all, falling backwards, until she was flat on her back.

“Sweetie! Sweetie!” she felt herself being shaken and when she opened her eyes, she saw her mom over her with her hands on her shoulders shaking her.

“Mom?”

“I’m sorry sweetie, it sounded like you were having a bad dream so I came in to wake you up.”

“Thank god,” she thought to herself, it was all just a really bad dream, there was no way that could have been real.

“Just a bad dream,” she looked up at her mother and smiled.

“Well, go take a shower, you smell awful and know I’m saying that out of love.”

Her mom left her room, shutting the door behind her, when she got out of bed, she was thankful to see she was wearing her normal pajamas, however they felt damp, sticky, and her mom was right, she did smell, but couldn’t put her finger on it exactly. Getting up, she felt sore all over, even the soles of her feet, felt rough against the soft carpet of her bedroom. When she got into her bathroom, she stripped off her clothes without a second though, although all of the material felt like it was peeling off of her bare skin, especially the panties she still had on from yesterday. When she looked in the mirror, she was surprised to see dried, white, flakey stuff all over her chest, bruises on her waist and thighs, when she turned around there was more of the dry white stuff on her back and her ass looked bruised and red as well.

She spread her legs and her lips that were also sore to the touch, she was feeling so full in every way and as she looked in the mirror to see if there was any damage, she stood in shock as she watched a stream of cum start pouring out of her. The lights flickered and she felt the bathroom grow cold, a fog covered the glass and words began to form on it, like an invisible finger writing.

In crisp writing, the mirror read, “Don’t worry, all of your classmates had a lot of fun with you yesterday.”

Halloween Day

Images of yesterday came flooding into her brain, cocks of all shapes and sizes fucking her mouth and her pussy, images of guys from her class both under her and behind her with their cocks inside of her. Pussies of all sorts brought to her mouth to be satisfied, feelings, smells and even orgasms came replaying back into her at a hundred times the speed that she endured them that it felt like her head was about to explode from how intense it was.

She was screaming in her mind, “Stop! No More! I can’t take it!” and all of a sudden it stopped.

When the pain subsided, she opened her eyes to find her right hand furiously rubbing her clit and her left-hand fingers deep in her mouth, the unmistakable taste of cum in her mouth, saturating her tongue. She couldn’t stop, no matter how hard she tried, it’s like her hands were glued in place but she continued to struggle none the less, with each attempt though she heard the sound of her blinds rustling. She looked up in time to see the light start to peer through her window, with another attempt and pulling her cum soaked fingers out of her mouth, the blinds moved higher. There to any passerby, was about to be gifted the opportunity to see her standing, naked, masturbating, and sucking greedily on her fingers.

Her hands suddenly came to a halt, her fingers gently left her mouth and she breathed a sigh of relief. She reached down to see how tender her poor pussy was but as she gently traced her finger around her lips and over her clit to test the damage her finger started penetrating her against her will, followed by another, then three, feeling as if she was being spread wide open, a fourth joined. When she felt her fingers form a cone together, now including her thumb, she grabbed her hand with her right and desperately tried to pull it out, but felt it go deeper and deeper inside of her. She then looked down to not see her right hand not

grasping her left wrist to stop the familiar invader but instead trying to push the hand in even deeper.

“Omg, no, no, no, please no,” she pleaded and watched as her fist disappeared inside of her as her pussy lips clenched around her wrist.

Her pleas turned into unintelligible groans, the intense pain causing massive endorphins to saturate her brain and turning pain into pleasure as she felt her own fingers start to wiggle around deep inside of her and touch places she never knew existed. Then with a sucking sound it pulled out of her, covered in her own juices and left over cum it got closer and closer to her face. Like an alien-controlled appendage, it started tracing little cum hearts on her cheeks and then under her nose so she couldn’t escape the smell. When it tried to push into her mouth, she used every bit of will she had to turn her head to the side, like a stubborn child not wanting the vegetables their parent was trying to force feed them.

Her right hand went back to rubbing her clit once more, but that didn’t stop her from struggling to keep the cum soaked hand from making its way into her mouth. Her struggles were like a hand pulling on the blind string and the longer she struggled the higher it got, until her whole body was bathed in the light of the sun. She looked outside to see her neighbor pressure washing the sidewalk in front of his house and prayed that he wouldn’t look this way.

He was a man old enough to be her father, a man that knew her since the day she was born and now he was a mere turn away from seeing her naked in her more adult body, doing undeniably dirty things. Now her struggle wasn’t just only to not taste her disgusting hand, but to get out of view as well. Her legs felt like they were being held in place, like she was struggling to move them through concrete that was starting to harden.

Her fingers went from rubbing to finger fucking, with all her will to keep her hand away and move from sight, she had nothing left to stop her from moaning loudly and openly.

“Mmmph, oh god, mmmm,” click, “no more, it’s too much, no more,” she heard another click sound but didn’t think much of it.

She felt a sudden warmth and the wind on her bare skin and looked up to see the window had slid wide open, her moans escaping into the outside world, she instinctively clamped her hand over her mouth to stop anymore, forgetting about the state of her left hand.