1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 1: Worship Orgy


    Date: 5/30/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Female/Female, Group Sex, Incest, Lesbian, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    from Hell would last, but there was no way I wasn't going to enjoy myself before I got yanked back. I saw my favorite bedmate. Heather Pritchard. I grinned and sauntered over. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heather Pritchard – Paris, Texas I was coming down off the amazing orgasm Mindy Taylor had given me with a vibrator. Mindy was off to have more fun. She was the Ghost's first lover, and proud of it. But I was his favorite. He told me so when he came to my bed at night. A hand touched my ass. I shuddered, a warmth flushing through me. My lust went into overdrive. I would do whatever that hand wanted. I beamed, throwing a look over my shoulder. There was no one there. But someone was grabbing my ass. “It's you!” I called out! “The Ghost is here!” “How could I keep away from a sweet, young thang like you,” he drawled, his fingers slipping into the crack of my ass. “I got to fuck every purtee thang I can.” “Fuck me!” I moaned. “I missed you, Ghost!” He entered me as I bent over. I let him fuck me like the bitch I was. His cock was inside me, filling me up. I groaned, pushing back, my eyes squeezing shut. His cock hammered me, fucking me with that wonderful intensity he always possessed. Nothing was better than being fucked by the Ghost of Pairs. “It's the Ghost!” gasped Kelly, one of the cheerleaders. “I can see her pussy gaping open. He's hammering away at her. “Course I am,” bellowed the Ghost. “And her cooch is as tight as a banker's fist grasping a penny. Gonna give her a ...
    big ol' load of my jizz.” “Yes!” I groaned, hammering my hips back. “Cum in me!” “Hot damn, but you have an abso-damn-fuckin'-lutely tight cooch!” The pleasure rippled through me. I screamed out, cumming hard on his wonderful cock. My pussy convulsed about him, my back arching. I was so happy. I was his favorite. He chose me over every other woman in this room. “Everyone,” Ms. Cheshire, the librarian, called out, her medallion shining light upon us. “Repeat after me! I pledge myself, body and soul, to the devotion of the Ghost of Paris. He is my guiding spirit. The soul that I belong to!” “I pledge myself,” I moaned, fighting through the pleasure of my orgasm to scream out with the other women, “body and soul, to the devotion of the Ghost of Paris.” White-hot bliss pumped into me, his cock cumming into my pregnant pussy. I wished he could knock me up again. “He is my guiding spirit. The soul that I belong to.” I felt something inside me change. I felt so connected to him. I was his. I was the Ghost of Paris's slut. That little bit of me that believed that Mark and Mary Glassners were Gods vanished. I wasn't under their control anymore. I was the Ghost's. He vanished from my pussy. He didn't pull out. He just wasn't in me anymore. “No!” I cried out, sitting up. “Don't go.” Tears ran hot down my face. “Come back!” Ms. Cheshire hugged me, my face burying between her naked breasts, the medallion she wore was warm on my cheek. She rocked me. “It's all right. This was just the first ...
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