EXTRACT FOR
Gang Banged By Ghosts
(Ginny Watson)

"Bloody hell Claire!" Daniel gasped as his bedroom door flew open, "You've got to give me a moment to get decent as you suggested."

Driven by a feeling of dread Claire had fled from her room, and without knocking she had burst in on Daniel just as he was hitching his underwear up from around his knees. Fear had such a hold on her that she barely noticed that his cock was hard, or that as he struggled to tug his boxers up it stuck out prominently. He had swiftly tucked it away but covering it only served to draw more attention, the front of his underwear tented comically.

Claire swallowed hard, her senses beginning to catch up, she understood that she had just confirmed a theory, she glanced from the roll of toilet tissue on his bed to the bulge in his pants.

He was wanking! She suddenly realised, and he's as big as I imagined. 

Claire looked up and met his eyes before giving him the smallest of apologetic smiles. "I was scared Danny, you know I hate thunder and lightening... then there was something outside my window!"

"Outside your window?" Daniel repeated as he pulled a dressing gown from a chair beside his bed and tied it swiftly to hide his embarrassing condition. "Imagination Claire." he added quietly.

Thunder clapped again making them both jump.

"Let me stay here, with you!" she whispered, "Please Danny, just until the storm passes." tears welled and began to roll slowly down her cheeks, then she rushed forward as her friend nodded and smiled.

"You always were a scaredy cat," he chuckled as she wrapped her arms around him and clung, trembling, "You can stay."

Claire hugged him tighter; her protector.

Oh my God, he's still hard she thought as the solid lump of flesh pressed hard against her. Daniel was considerable taller than herself so his groin was level with her navel, and now his hard cock was prodding into her stomach.

"You know the thunder can't hurt you!" he whispered as he passed his hand across her hair, stroking and comforting.

"I know that Danny," she replied and snuggled tighter, "And I know that lightening can't get me, not while I'm indoors... it was the shadow."

"Probably just the trees moving in the wind," he replied softly, "Or a cloud passing over the moon."

Claire shook her head. "No, it' wasn't like that, it was like a black cloak flapping in the wind, it was there for a second, then it was gone... just like someone was out there, looking in."

"No one could get up to your window," he chuckled, the action causing the lump pressing against her flat stomach to jiggle slightly, "It's way too far from the ground... unless they flew up!"

Why don't I let go now? Claire asked herself, why was she still clinging, and why was the contact against her stomach somehow flattering. I mean, surely it should have wilted by now? Me being female? She had seen it happen many times before on cam, some random guy up in his bedroom, his cock standing to attention like a guardsman on parade, then a knock on the door, usually mother or even wife would distract him, and in seconds solid meat would turn to jelly. But Danny is still like rock, I can even feel it twitch.

"You were jumping at shadows," he added. "But I'll protect you."

There it was again, a definite twitch, almost as though his cock had jumped. Claire pressed herself harder against his body, her arms wrapped around his back, she knew that his gown was parting, it hadn't been that securely tied to begin and her shuffling had caused the material to shift.