We were halfway through a bottle of wine and an episode of Gilmore Girls when Misha pulled out a battered Ouija board. Lola protested immediately, scooting away as if the thing might bite, but I was already leaning closer. My fingertips traced the cracked letters on the worn leather, grazing the faded ink of its intricate symbols.

Lola noticed my intrigue and shook her head. "Piper, you seriously can not be considering messing with that thing. You know how I feel about ghosts." Her eyes were pinched with worry.

Misha knelt between us at the foot of the bed, explaining she'd found it at an estate sale. The thing looked ancient, and I briefly wondered whose great-grandmother it had once belonged to. With enough encouragement, and the tantalizing bribe of pizza, Misha finally convinced Lola to play.

We all gathered around the board, our fingers resting lightly on the planchette. Misha began speaking to the "spirits," asking if anyone was present. She was met mostly with silence and a few suppressed giggles from Lola and me. Misha huffed impatiently, teasing that maybe Lola should try flashing a little skin to get the spirit's attention. Lola must have had more wine than we realized because, before we knew it, a mischievous grin curved across her face as she lifted her shirt over her head, kneeling on the bed before us in nothing but her sleep shorts and a black bra.

None of us were taking it seriously. We laughed, giddy and breathless, our fingers settling back on the planchette as Misha teased into the air, "Do you like what you see, spirit?"

The wine swam pleasantly in my head, my skin warm, my body loose with laughter. Until my heart seemed to stop in my chest. The planchette moved. Once, just slightly. Then again, with sudden force.

It hovered over a single word.

YES.

The room fell quiet. Misha's face paled. "Who's there?" She asked, voice trembling.

We watched in silence as the pointer glided across the board, letter by letter, spelling out a name.

M. A. R. Y.

The lights flickered, drawers flew open, and panic snapped through us as the board lifted clean off the bed. It hung suspended in the air for a moment, then slammed against the wall with a violent crack. Lola screamed. She was shoved backward, pinned by something I couldn't see, her bra ripped away as an invisible force pressed her into the mattress. Misha and I shouted her name and tried to reach her, but we were immediately thrown backward, as if an unseen presence had pushed us away.

I watched helplessly as Lola lay paralyzed on the bed, her chest rising and falling with panicked breaths. I was acutely aware of the fact she was completely bare from the waist up, watching as her breasts bounced from the effort.

"Guys, what's going on? I can't move! There's—there's something on top of me!" Her voice was shrill with terror. Misha and I tried to calm her, urging her to stay still and not fight. But her eyes suddenly shot open in fear.

"It's—it's touching me. Oh god, I can feel hands." I watched as Lola froze in place, strands of her hair lifting into the air as if someone were twirling them between invisible fingers.

"Mary?" Misha began. "Mary, if you can hear me, we're sorry we disturbed you. Just—please stop." Misha's voice quivered. I recognized the name she spoke, the one the Ouija board had spelled out.

She was pleading with the ghost. Begging it to leave Lola alone, but it ignored her entirely, continuing its exploration without hesitation.

I caught sight of one of Lola's breasts lifting, the indents of what looked like fingers pressing deeply into her skin, squeezing tight.

"Please, no!" Lola tried to move, but her limbs stayed locked in place. "I can feel a tongue—it's... licking me?" A shaky breath slipped from her lips.

I watched in stunned fascination as her nipple began to move up and down in a sucking motion, a shimmer of saliva forming on the rosy bud.

I couldn't help it. I was transfixed. I knelt on the bed beside Misha, who also stared on in shocked horror. This thing, whatever it was, had my friend pinned to the bed and was sucking on her tits.

As quickly as it began with one breast, it moved to the other, sucking and squeezing with vigorous force.

Lola whimpered, trembling with terror. The colour drained from her face in fright, yet her chest flushed red with heat, her nipples drawn into tight peaks.

Instinctively, I glanced at Misha again to gauge her reaction and caught the sharp inhale of breath as her eyes widened. When I followed her gaze, I understood why.

Lola's knees began to part, her legs spreading wide before us. Her sleep shorts were violently ripped from her body in one fluid motion, revealing the satin panties she wore underneath. I watched as the fine silk was yanked upward, the thin fabric pressing firmly against her mound, outlining the shape of her smooth, creamy lips.

Heat bloomed low in my belly.

The sight of Lola spread before me was turning me on like crazy, but shame flickered at the edge of my thoughts. I shouldn't be enjoying this. My friend was being groped by some demon spirit right in front of me. And yet I felt... excited.

Lola let out a startled gasp, and I realized in shock that a dark patch of dampness was visible on her panties. Was she... enjoying this too? In awe, I watched as her panties began to slide down her hips. She lifted them willingly, allowing the unseen presence to push the fabric further down her legs.

"Lola?" Misha spoke this time.

Her voice fell to a hesitant whisper, as though she couldn't quite believe what was happening before her. But her gaze remained fixed on Lola, a heated intensity burning in her eyes that I'd never seen before. Her focus locked on the place between Lola's thighs.

"I can feel its breath on my—oh." Lola squirmed on the bed, craning her neck as if trying to catch sight of something that couldn't be seen.

Holy shit. My friend was about to be eaten out by a ghost.

Suddenly, Lola's head tipped back as a moan erupted from her mouth. The sound alone making my nipples harden.

Mesmerized, I watched as Lola's knees were pushed to her ears, folding her body in half and spreading her even wider before us. I'd never seen another woman exposed like this. My heart kicked hard against my ribs as a heavy pulse throbbed between my legs.

Fuck.

Lola's pussy glistened before me, a pretty pair of puffy lips parting to reveal an even lighter shade of pink within. She looked so soft. So wet. Her long, lean legs stretched wide across the bed.

"Please," Lola cried. The thick, needy rasp in her voice made it clear she wasn't asking the ghost to stop.

Her hips began to rock up and down, and I heard the loud, slick sounds of licking and sucking. Yet there was no one between Lola's legs. She lay there, her butt lifted and legs spread, as the ghost moved her body, forcing her to ride its unseen face.

"Oh f—fuck, oh my god," Lola gasped. Her words dissolving into mumbles as she continued to buck wildly against the air.

She spoke quietly, and I could tell she was trying to hide her pleasure, but her moans betrayed her. Lola let out soft, whimpering sighs, her heavy breathing turning melodic and rhythmic. It was so fucking hot that I ached with the desire to reach out and touch her myself.

I couldn't help it. I leaned forward. I had to. I needed to be closer, needed to satiate this growing hunger inside me.

"Piper, no!" Misha yelled in warning.

I braced for the impact of being repelled once more but was surprised when the spirit didn't force me away this time. Instead, I was able to lie in front of Lola, belly and legs resting on the bed, my head positioned directly between her thighs.

The instant I moved closer, I was hit with the aroma of her sweet scent, the fragrance of her arousal making me feel drunk with desire. My mouth watered at the thought of how delicious she must taste, and I suddenly found myself jealous of the ghost.

Lola reached for my hand, her fingers interlacing with mine. She squeezed tight, whether in pleasure or fear, I didn't know. It was hard to tell at this point.

From this angle, I could see Lola's swollen clit peeking from beneath its hood, slick and shiny with the spirit's spit. A trickle of saliva dripped downward between the cleft of her butt cheeks.

Hypnotized, I reached forward and touched the wetness between her rounded curves.

"Piper," she moaned, her voice falling into a breathy sigh that sent a hot bolt of electricity to my pussy.

Her juices felt warm and sticky against my fingers. Curious, I sucked them into my mouth, tasting her for the first time. I moaned. She tasted amazing, like a juicy nectarine. I wanted more.

I looked up at her. Lola stared back at me as I continued to lick my fingers, a pleading expression on her face. I reached out again, tracing the outline of her entrance, feeling the wetness of her cunt coat my fingertips.

Her mouth parted, another guttural moan ripping from her throat as her eyes fluttered wildly, rolling back in pleasure. Judging by the sight of her pussy opening and expanding before me, the ghost must have begun to fuck Lola with its fingers.

"Yes. Yes. YES." Lola hissed through clenched teeth.

It was a beautiful sight to see. Her pussy leaking juices as the ghost continued its assault.

A sharp ache tightened low inside me. I didn't just want to watch anymore. I wanted to be the one making her tremble, the one giving her pleasure. Maybe this was the ghost's way of giving me a hint, of guiding me and inviting me to play.

I didn't hesitate. I slipped two fingers into Lola, surprised when I wasn't blocked by the ghost's grip or smacked away for interfering. Mary’s presence seemed to defy every known law of physical existence, so I stopped trying to make sense of it and took it as a sign she wanted me to join in.

I started slowly at first, exploring her heat, relishing in the slick feeling of Lola's cunt around my fingers. Then I picked up the pace, adjusting myself closer on the bed so I could drive in and out of her at a brutal speed. Lola moaned feverishly, her butt still hovering in the air as the ghost supported her legs, keeping her spread wide for me.

Hypnotized by the sight, I watched as my fingers disappeared into Lola, only to come back out more glossy and wet each time. The sound of me fucking her hard filled the room with loud, filthy noises.

"Piper, oh my god. F—fuck, so good. So—" Lola cursed under her breath.

I drank in the sight of her clit bouncing in wild motions in front of me, yet my touch still remained inside of her only. The spirit was still licking at her clit madly, and I realized we were both touching Lola at the same time, tag teaming her pleasure.

The thought drove me wild.

I felt the pressure of a sudden weight on top of me, and I turned to see Misha had seated herself on my butt.

Holy shit. She was completely naked.

Her darkened gaze met mine, her pupils widened with lust. I felt the warm touch of her hands slide over my skin as she pulled down my leggings and panties, revealing my bare ass to her.

She managed to pull my clothing down below my knees, spreading my legs as far as they could go. I felt the warmth of her breath at my neck and the heavy press of her breasts on my back as she leaned over me, her hands braced on either side of my head. Something wet and warm slid against my butt cheek, and I realized in shock it was Misha.

She was rubbing her bare pussy against my ass.

I groaned, a raw, primal sound erupting from deep within my belly. I continued to pump my fingers in and out of Lola, my wrist cramping with the effort. She was bucking against my hand in a frenzy now, her moans rising into high-pitched shrieks.

"Oh shit, Piper, I'm going to—you're gonna make me…" Lola's legs began to quiver as she climbed closer to an orgasm.

Misha began kissing along the sides of my neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin just behind my ears.

I could have cum from the feeling of her hot tongue alone. The sound of her own moans loud in my ear as she continued to urgently hump against my ass. The force of her hips caused my butt to jiggle frantically, thrusting my pussy against the bed and grinding my clit into the rough fabric of the duvet.

It was all too much. I became mad with desire.

My pussy burned hot, dripping down my inner thighs and soaking into the bed.

"That's right. Just like that. You fuck that pretty pussy so good, baby." Misha moaned breathlessly, her tongue hot and wet in my ear.

Who knew she had such a dirty mouth? Goosebumps erupted across my skin.

I couldn't believe this was happening. It was wrong, so fucking wrong—these were my best friends. Yet my body sang loud with desire, flooding my senses and drowning out every rational thought.

Lola began to convulse, her breaths ragged and desperate. For a moment, I feared the ghost was hurting her, choking and squeezing the air from her lungs. But then she clenched around my fingers hard, liquid gushing rapidly from her pussy.

She screamed, a throaty moan erupting from her lungs.

Holy fucking shit. Lola was squirting.

Swaying from the effort and the force of Misha humping me fiercely from behind, I continued to thrust into her, my fingers desperate to milk every last drop from her needy cunt. The intoxicating sound of feminine pleasure echoed through the room, the bed squeaking under the relentless rhythm of our bodies.

Misha sat up, and I heard the obscene noises of her soaking pussy squish against my ass, her hips rolling against me in slow, languid movements. She grabbed my butt cheeks, her soft hands kneading my flesh with rough hunger. Her fingers dipped lower with every touch, drifting dangerously closer to my pussy each time. The teasing drove me insane.

At last, Lola stilled, her body going limp with exhaustion as I pulled my fingers from her dripping pussy.

Misha suddenly grabbed my hand and sucked my fingers into her mouth, tasting Lola's pussy on her tongue. The sight was so erotic, I could only moan and watch as her pretty lips continued to pull me in.

Without warning, Misha grabbed my head and shoved me between Lola's legs.

"Look at the mess you made," she cooed.

Leaning forward, her lips grazed my ear, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as her grip tightened painfully in my hair.

"Lick it up."

Her sudden aggression took me by surprise. I was so turned on by her intensity that I had no choice but to obey.

I dove forward, placing my mouth between Lola's thighs, kissing and licking her in a reckless frenzy.

If I thought she had tasted great on my fingers, this was something else entirely. My tongue lapped at her hungrily, savoring every inch of her slick folds, her sweetness melting like cotton candy in my mouth. I inhaled sharply, my nose tickling against her clit, and groaned into her pussy. Lola arched her hips against my face in enthusiasm.

I took her clit between my lips, sucking without mercy. Never before had I had sex with a woman, and I mentally cursed myself for waiting so long to try. I was in heaven.

"Fuck. Look at you, Lo,” Misha murmured softly. "You look so pretty with Piper between your legs."

Her filthy words did unspeakable things to me, my pussy pulsed in response. I felt her lean over my body from above, whispering once more in my ear. "How does she taste, baby?"

With her fingers still wrapped in my hair, Misha began pushing my face forward, mashing my mouth harder against Lola's pussy.

All I could do was groan in response, picking up my pace as I stuck my tongue out flat, letting Misha rub my mouth up and down against Lola's clit.

Lola moaned loudly, thrusting her hips up into my face again as drool dripped from my lips.

"Shit, that good huh?” A sharp sting flared across my bare skin as Misha's palm landed hard against my ass.

I gasped into Lola's pussy. Did she just... did Misha just spank me? I didn't even have time to react before she spoke again.

"I guess I'll just have to taste it for myself." She grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back and pressing her lips to mine. Her kiss was rough and hungry, her mouth threatening to consume me as she sucked and licked in a desperate rhythm, stealing the breath from my lungs.

Just when I felt like I was going to pass out from suffocation, she pulled away, our lips separating with a wet pop.

"Mmm," Misha said, reaching out and tracing the edges of Lola's inner thighs. "So sweet."

I looked up at her. Her lips swollen and face flushed pink. In that moment, I truly stopped to take her in. My eyes roamed shamelessly, my neck craning at an awkward angle as I gazed down her body. She still sat naked on top of me, her hips straddling from behind. I stared, appreciating every soft curve and gentle slope of her tanned, smooth skin. My gaze drifted even lower, to the bare mound between her thighs.

I moaned when I saw her silky pussy. She was glistening wet.

Without warning, Misha was yanked back, her hair lifting into the air as she was dragged off the bed.

"Misha!" Lola yelled, sitting up and kneeling on her hands and knees as she peered down at her.

Misha landed hard on her back, her fingertips digging into the carpet as she pushed up onto her elbows. "It's okay! I'm fine, I—" Her words were cut off as her shoulders were shoved back to the floor.

Her hands and legs were pinned at her sides, she lay still, her eyes wide with arousal as she spoke.

"I think Mary still wants to play."