Tales from the Twine part 2

Hey folks, today's excerpt comes from you losing a fight against a Sloshed Specter, a drunk ghost that can attack you.

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You lost the battle against the Sloshed Specter.

Your legs give out from under you as the last of your energy leaves your body. The ghost circles you, eyeing your body like a starving man at a buffet, making you VERY nervous. Not helping the situation is a low chuckle that makes your hair stand on end. You raise your arms to feebly defend youself but he just laughs a honking laugh and throws a punch, his hand going through your arms and into your chest. Instantly a warmth spreads throughout your body forcing you drop your arms and let out a loud gasp.

The ghost sees his chance, and you inhale reflexively as he enters your open mouth and almost instantly everything goes dark.

After a short time your body begins rising and your vision returns.

"It's been a while since I've had a body," you hear a very familiar voice say. You try to put your arms down but they just keep moving, running over your face. Over your stomach. Under your shirt. You feel all of these sensations like you're the one causing them, but the ghost is in control. One of the hands brushes past a nipple and you shudder.

"Woah! he gasps. "I forgot that feeling things felt so good! I want some more of that!" The ghost tears away his new shirt and starts working your nipples in every way he can think of. Pinching, pulling, rubbing...

"I wonder what else feels good! *hic!*" he giggles. Thoughts are getting hazy, and that warmth is still there...

The ghost being in your body made you drunk!

His hands run over as many different parts of your body as he can access, and when he reaches the groin both of you know he hit the jackpot.

"Ooh, jackpot!" he hollers as he furiously undoes your pants, throwing them to the side without a care.

The spirit starts rubbing your crotch. Since its his body too now, the damn thing knows exactly what spots feel the best. Before long you can't tell if it's him moaning or you. The rock hard cock in his pants catches his attention, forming a throbbing tent quickly as he masterfully massages the area.

"I think this is in the way! Heheh..." he chuckles as he tears your underwear off, letting formerly bound cock spring forward to attention. Wasting no time, the spirit spits into one hand and starts stroking the two of you's dick with a fervor.

"That feel good? I know you can feel it too, buddy!" he laughs as he thrusts into his hand. You can sense an orgasm building inside you, and judging by how he begins to slow down, so can he.

"Not yet! I wanna have more fun." he says as he starts paying more attention to the shared cockhead. The overstimulation leaves you delirious and there's nothing you can do about it.

"You wanna cum? You wanna shoot your load? You want me to stop edging you? Speak up, I can't hear you!" he cackles. You try to summon all your willpower to move something, ANYTHING, but to no avail. Maybe it's because you're drunk, or maybe he's just too strong, but you're this ghost's plaything until he's finished, and he seems to have remembered some tricks from when he was alive.

"I know what'll really get you going..." he whispers as he sticks a few fingers into his mouth to wet them. He holds them up so you can get a reeeeal good look.

"I bet you can figure out where these are gonna go!" the spirit laughs as he moves into a good position. He inserts one finger and you feel your whole body shudder."

"Oh man, you really like this, huh?" One finger becomes two, and then he starts thrusting into his hole with one hand and jerking off with the other. The sensation is so intense that you cum almost immediately and your muscles tense so hard that the ghost is forced out as you two's cock spurts all over the ground.

"Ahh, ride's over. That's a shame," he says as he flies off with a little salute and a giggle.

As the last of the cum drips out from your wilting dick and your prostate stops throbbing you do a little test... Hands, knees, neck... Whew! That was one hell of an experience, but at least your body is yours again. 

Picking up the tattered remains of your clothes you slowly walk home sore, drunk, and most of all, tired.