The Ouija board isn’t for playing about
Three friends found a way to divert themselves in the darkness of a power cut
It was all Mystic Madge’s idea to get the Ouija board out. We called her that because she was into all that witchy, spooky stuff.
“I’m not sure it’s a great idea, Madge,” Kevin said, hesitantly.
“Don’t be a wuss, Kev,” I said. “It’ll be perfect and something to do until the electricity goes back on. Look, we’ve got candles and wine, what more do you want?”
‘That’s right,” agreed Madge, setting the board out on the table and adjusting the two candles at each end of the table.
We were all grad students and shared an apartment in the old town house over on the east side. We each had a room off the sitting room, where we now sat round the table in the dark after the power went off.
“Have you done this before?” Kevin asked.
“Lots of times,” Madge said, peeling off her sweater and sitting in her halter top, her big breasts looking so beautiful in the candlelight. “Although not with either you or Tessa, obviously. It’ll be great, you’ll enjoy it, Kev.”
“Did you do it with your other sharers before us, Madge?”
“Yup. And we made contact. Old places like this always have spirits hanging about.”
“You mean it’s haunted?” Kevin asked, concernedly.
For a jock, Kevin was kinda nervous. He didn’t like the dark, and he wasn’t into horror movies or any of the occult stuff that Madge loved. In fact, he wasn’t into me or Madge either, which pissed me off after all the signals I’d given him.
Madge only replied to Kevin’s question with a smile and a raised eyebrow. She explained what we were going to do.
“So the Ouija board has numbers and letters of the alphabet all round, and a ‘yes’ and a ‘no’ spot. This is the planchette. See, it’s heart shaped and has little wheels under it so it can move smoothly anywhere on the board. We each put a finger on it and then we ask questions.”
She settled in her seat, shook her bangled wrists, and demonstrated by placing a finger on the planchette and making it move. “I’ll go first.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, as if concentrating. Then:
“Is there anyone there?”
We all watched the planchette for a few moments, then suddenly it lurched across the board to the ‘yes’ spot.
Kevin gasped and I couldn’t help a little giggle.
“Are you happy that we are here?” Madge asked.
The planchette moved sidewards, then lurched to ‘yes’ again.
“Are you happy over the other side?”
The planchette started moving again and spelled out. I-M-D-E-A-D.
I giggled again, and Kevin shook his head.
“One of you is moving this,” he accused.
Madge snorted. “People always say that. Why don’t you ask the spirit a question and I’ll take my finger off? If it moves, ask another, and Tessa can take her’s off.”
Madge took her finger off, and Kevin asked if the spirit was a guy. It went straight to ‘yes,’ then instantly did a zig zag and went to ‘no.’
Kevin looked at Madge. “Does that mean it’s not sure?” he whispered.
Madge smiled and gestured for me to lift my finger. She replaced hers. “I don’t think so. Why not ask if there is just one spirit?”
Kevin did, and this time the planchette zig zagged and then went to the number three.
I replaced my finger. “How many of you are male?”
The planchette went to the number two.
“So one female and two guys?” I asked.
The answer was yes.
Madge cleared her throat and asked. “Do you have a message for us? And if so, what is it?”
The planchette swiftly spelled out:
S-E-X.
“I don’t like this, I’m done,” said Kevin, and then shuddered and cried out. “Fuck! My finger, it…it’s stuck.”
I giggled again and thought he was somehow kidding. Then I thought, that’s not like Kevin.
“He’s not joking, Tessa,” Madge said, an incongruous deep smile forming on her lips.
I tried lifting my finger, too, but it was stuck and I couldn’t pull it free.
“What…What do you want?” Madge asked.
The planchette spelled out:
A-L-L-O-F-Y-O-U.
Kevin stared pleadingly at Madge. “Stop it! Tell them to stop.”
Then the planchette spelled out:
O-R-G-Y.
And suddenly Kevin gasped. F…Fuck. S…Something’s got my cock! It’s in…in..it’s mouth. I…I can feel a tongue. Now it’s suck...Sucking me!”
His face suddenly went from utter shock to a widening smile.
The panchette was going wild now, moving our fingers with it. It kept moving towards and then away from the letter ‘e’ and back again.
My mind filled in the words it meant, whether they were the ones it meant or not. For me, it perfectly described the atmosphere.
Electric! Erotic! Ecstatic!
I felt pussy juice dripping from me as I watched Kevin’s face contort in pleasure as he was fellated by a spirit.
Madge started to squirm in her seat, and I actually saw her breasts moving in her halter top as if being squeezed by invisible hands. Then her head suddenly jerked back, and she shrieked.
“A cock…! I…feel a cock inside…me. It…It’s fucking fantastic!”
I barely registered any more, as I felt invisible hands on my boobs and fingers separating my pussy lips. And then I felt a cock slide inside my sopping wet cunt and start to hammer me as I had never been fucked before.
I felt myself cum and cum again, dimly aware of the others writhing, moaning and gasping in ecstasy.
And all the while, the planchette kept circling the Ouija board, dragging out fingers with it and hitting the word ‘yes’ again and again and again.
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