The New Mysteries Ch. 06

Shagger was in the center of the room, floating. He was in rapture, but he was floating in mid air, his stiff cock bending and flexing in front of him. Daphne was next to him, she had been stripped completely naked, and Fred and Daphne could see her flesh being manipulated by an unseen hand, her pussy being pulled and stretched, her tits mauled by invisible fingers. Both of them were moaning softly, but Velma's moans seemed to be muffled. Daphne was the first to notice her throat muscles working some invisible intruder.

Daphne pulled her cell phone out immediately and in a panic hit her first speed dial number, the number for Velma's house. It rang twice and it was picked up. It took Daphne a second to realize that it was Jade on the other end of the phone.

"Oh my Fucking GOD! Get your ass to the Old Mill right now! Get Sara and Max if you can find them! We're in pretty deep shit and I don't know what the fuck is going on! Get the sheriff or something! Hey! Don't! Noooo!" Daphne screamed into the phone. Something started to pull it out of her hand and she was fighting for control of it. Ultimately, the spectral hand won out and the phone flew across the room and shattered. Daphne felt the hands roam down her body, molest her through her shirt and then her pants. They stopped for a second and the fabric covering her cunt shredded and exploded, leaving nothing but ribbons of denim where the crotch of her favorite jeans used to be.

Fred was getting similar treatment, his jeans splitting from belt to knee along his right leg and his cock was being lifted and worked over, coaxing it to full hardness almost immediately. The feeling of multiple hands, fingers, and lips began caressing his organ, leaving his skin feeling the sensations but not the heat of being touched. His dick was being rubbed and sucked, his balls were being toyed with and kissed, his taint was being tickled, and even his ass was being licked. His senses surrendered to lust and let the ghostly hands work their magic on him.

Daphne was in the same boat. Her shirt ripped to shreds, her bra coming apart in the same motion, leaving nothing but scraps of fabric and thread clinging to her body. She actually lifted up off the ground, her legs being held wide apart by unseen hands, her body lying back on nothing, but she felt like she was on the softest bed she'd ever felt. Her pussy lips were spread and her length was being licked by not less than three tongues, her pussy lips were being sucked on and there was something sliding in and out of her back entrance. She looked down to see what looked like clear fingers mauling her tits and playing roughly with her nipples. The soft creamy skin of her fleshy mounds was obviously being manipulated, the meaty tits folding around unseen fingers. Her head was tipped back and she felt something open her mouth and push past her teeth. She began sucking feverishly at whatever it was that snaked down her throat.

The whole room filled with the moans of the four adults, being fucked, sucked, licked, teased, and tickled into more pleasure then they'd ever felt. Each of them were consumed by the fuzzy electricity of sexual bliss, the feeling rocking up and down their bodies like lightening, the fire growing in each of their sexes. The sounds of the others being willingly violated only increased their pleasure. None of them noticed that two other voices had joined the orgasmic choir, and none of them saw the two 18 year old lesbians being violated and pleasured in the same manner.

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Max, Sara, and Jade had gotten themselves straightened out in record time. Jade rushed to her room at Velma's place and had changed into something not soaked in cum. Sara had thankfully left a few pair of jeans and a shirt here in the past and they were ready for her as well. Max zipped up and dug around until he found his shirt and the three of them met in the foyer of the house.

Not a word was said as they piled into Max's car, Max driving and the other two buckling in for safety. The Old Mill was 10 miles of shitty, lose, pot-hole riddled gravel from Velma's place. Max made it in 6 minutes. Jade called the city dispatcher and asked to get the county sheriff out there immediately because their parents were in some kind of trouble.

The black Chevy roared into the Old Mill lot, Max whipping the car around to try and stop before hitting the building. The three of them piled out, Max opened the trunk and grabbed a baseball bat and they charged into the building, not knowing what to expect.

What they did see, blew their mind. Their parents were floating in the middle of the room. Shagger was upside down now, his cock hanging lewdly out in front of him, bending and flexing from some unseen manipulation. Velma and Daphne had been slid together, their pussies mashed together and they were moaning loudly, floating 3 feet off the ground, their loud moans muffled by something stroking in and out of their expanding and collapsing throats. All three kids could see their belly's moving as if something huge was sliding out of Velma and into Daphne and then back into Velma's cunt. Their ample tits seemed to manipulate themselves and both girls were stroking the air like cocks with both of their hands.

Fred was off by himself, his massive organ moving much like Norville's. He was moaning for all he was worth and it looked like he would be cuming almost immediately.

Max, Sara, and Jade's eyes drifted over to the other corner of the entry and there was Amber and Lynn, each getting the same treatment as Velma and Daphne, their pussies exposed to the trio and they could all see them being forced open by something, their lips distending and their holes stretching deliciously as something invade them. Lynn's ass was flexing in a similar manner to her shaved pussy, and both those girls were moaning loudly, kissing each other. Lynn's tits were pushed up together and it looked like the air was fucking her tits, separating the flesh slowly and then retracting again.

Shagger was the first to cum. His load raced from the tip of his dick, stopping in mid air and pooling, looking like it was filling a small, unseen glass. His balls and cock were twitching heavily, each time they heaved, a powerful blast shot from his huge tool, adding to the blob of his fuck juice floating just off the tip of his cock.

Fred came next, his cum flowing through an unseen channel and then running back down it, pooling around his swollen member as he shot his load deep into an unseen rapist. Eight heavy blasts shot into the air and collected in a pool around his cock.

The girls almost literally exploded. Daphne and Velma coated each other with their girl cum. It ran of their asses in rivulets, dripping off their asses and backs into the puddle already under them. Their bellies were coated with a mixture of their cum, some of it splashing clear up to their necks. The strawberry blonde bush of Daphne and the auburn-silver bush of Velma were soaked in juice and it ran around their ribs to their back, joining the rest of their cum on the floor. They were drenched in cunt honey; it looked like someone had hit them with water balloons of each other's cum. Small surges continued to boil up out of their pink slits, raining below them and flowing out onto each other's mounds.

Lynn and Amber gushed their juices out into the room, some of them hitting Daphne's face and hair. Amber's red bushed slit was split wide open and her cum shot out of her like a garden hose, three powerful blasts and then a slow trickle after that, her pussy slowly closing back down to its normal, unused size. Her cunt was still dribbling cum, though no where near the bursts that she had just released. A trail of her juice was soaking the floor, Daphne's hair dripping with it, Amber's puddle almost rivaling the joint puddle of Daphne and Velma as the two became one.

Lynn's shaved snatch came in one solid blast, spraying her thighs, knees, and all the way down to her toes. Droplets of her cum beaded in the dusty floor as her scream—the only sound other than the wet slapping sex they had all just witnessed—split the night air and brought them all back to reality. All five of the Old Mill explorers slowly drifted back to the floor, Fred's and Shagger's cum disappearing into thin air, while the girl's cum soaked into the floor which covered itself in dust again as if nothing had happened.

Max's eyes were darting between his mother's naked body and the body of Velma. He realized something was stroking his dick as well, and looked down to see his sister's hand. At some point in time while watching the show she'd pulled it out. Panic shook him and he realized their parents would see them. He was about to say something when Their mother turned to look at her twins; her daughter casually stroking an exact replica of her husband's cock while playing with herself, her knuckles stretching the fabric of her jeans. Jade was like wise playing with herself, her eyes not knowing where to stay.

The kids straightened themselves out, and nothing was said; everyone was still in shock. Max pulled his cock back in his pants and he couldn't help but notice how his mother was staring at it. Sara's hand slowly withdrew from her aching pussy, her juices glistening in the moonlight they were standing in, a fact not lost on her father who had been studying her every move. She wiped her hand off on her pants, leaving four dark stains where her fingers left her juice. Jade stopped mauling her tits and noticed that she had cum hard enough to soak through the crotch of her pants. Her father was staring at her lustily and he licked his lips, his eyes gluing to the wet crotch of her pants.

The adults stood up after a short time, the bodies of Daphne, Velma, Lynn, and Amber were still coated in cum, and it was starting to get dry and sticky, a feeling the Amber seemed to enjoy very much. Lynn and Amber were the first two to get to the door, blushing heavily as they walked past Sara and Jade. Lynn stopped for a moment only to say, "Baseball team, next weekend, all of them." She gave Sara a quick wink and rushed out after Amber. Jade shuddered at the though, both in revulsion and in lust. A very loud part of her brain wanted to be used by all 20 of the seniors on their varsity baseball team, and her pussy gushed another shot of honey down into her already soaked crotch.

Lynn's Camaro took off and it wasn't 15 seconds later that the sheriff pulled in. Daphne, Velma, Shagger and Fred were trying to conserve some modesty. Shagger and Velma were the only two whose pants hadn't been shredded by the ghosts of the Old Mill, but Velma was topless. Daphne was completely naked and Fred gave her his shirt. The old t-shirt was like a night gown on her, and she was covered enough. Fred was screwed either way; his pants had been ripped wide open, he wasn't wearing underwear, and no matter what, there was no graceful exit past the sheriff for him.

The cop looked in dumbfounded as three teenagers and 4 adults walked out, looking used, confused, and all together too happy.

"What the fuck happened in there?" the sheriff asked, his eyes wide, his hand on his gun. Fred shook his head and shrugged.

"We're closing the book on this one, Sheriff. There's no one in their but ghosts, probably never has been."

The Sheriff stood, hand still on his gun, his mouth open as he saw the women walk out, looking thoroughly fucked, Daphne wearing Fred's shirt, Velma wearing Norville's. They got in their vehicles and slowly drove away, leaving the sheriff there, scratching his head.