Carnal Carnival 2
by Michael Jade
Short Fiction/ Erotica/Paranormal/ multiple partner w/paranormal entities
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Horny spirits teach an unbeliever a lesson! David’s only
reason for taking Jane to the gypsy fortune teller at the carnival is to earn a ride in
his backseat as a reward. He doesn’t believe in all that spirits-from-beyond
crap, until sexy Madame Cassandra invokes a pair of entities who are attracted
to David’s sexual energy—and are hard up to prove him wrong about his belief in the
other world.
Excerpt:
Jane moaned very softly, licking her lips. Slowly, one by one the buttons
on her white blouse began to undo themselves. Starting from the top most
button, they watched wordlessly as button after button was undone.
“What the hell,” David whispered, utterly clueless as to how this could be
part of an act. Rattling a table was one thing, but invisibly taking off a
shirt?
Jane continued to stare as if entranced by what was happening to her. Her
blouse parted and fell to the sides, her high proud breasts rose and fell in
the thin, lacy fabric of her bra. Her nipples were stiff and poking very
insistently against the lace. She was breathing faster, obviously excited.
Cassandra’s eyes rolled up, the lids fluttering over the eerie whites. “It
wants payment,” she said through what sounded like a parched throat. Her nails
dug into the chair arms. “Communing with this spirit will require David
learning his lesson about taking the worlds beyond the veil for granted.”
With a snap the front clasp, Jane’s bra came undone and the slight lacy
cups fell away. Her naked tits were on full display, and he groaned. The sight
of his girlfriend clutching at the chair, her legs spread and chest exposed had
David’s full attention. Despite the bizarre and unexpected circumstances, he
could feel his dick lengthening against his thigh. Thin white trails spread
very faintly across the flesh of Jane’s chest, a few at first, then more,
tracing circles closer and closer to her areola. She was breathing harder,
moaning and squirming in her seat.
The trails across Jane’s skin darkened now redder, as if invisible nails raked
her flesh, and David watched them race across her tits and her nipples. The
stiff swollen buds were tweaked, moving unnaturally. Jane gasped and hissed.
Fingers slid along his thigh, though not invisible. Madam Cassandra’s hand
was headed right for the growing bulge between his legs. He managed to tear his
eyes from Jane’s invisible molestation and was rewarded with the sight of Madam
Cassandra’s free hand pulling her peasant blouse down. Her impressive large
tits jiggled into glorious view. To David’s delight, he watched as her sexy
fingers squeezed and rubbed at her tit flesh. She ran her own nails across her
very large engorged nipples almost enviously as she watched Jane’s smaller
younger tits getting attention from the mysterious entity they had summoned.
David’s head swam as he struggled to take in all the crazy things that were
happening. His cock was growing maddeningly stiff in his pants, and Madam Cassandra’s
eager, seeking fingers squeezed and rubbed at him through the fabric until he
felt himself leaking precum.
“Now do you believe?” Cassandra asked him, her voice joined by another. She
looked up, her eyes still white. Cassandra was…something else. Something
possessed.
He nodded. “I believe.”
“Louder,” she commanded, her hand working him harder.
“I believe!” David called out, his balls tightening under the gypsy’s rough
ministrations. “I’m sorry I didn’t respect the spirits on the other side. Take
what you want from me.”
