1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 6: The Ritual


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Female/Female, Group Sex, Incest, Lactation, Male / Females, Males / Female, Oral Sex, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    wasn't much different than sixteen or seventeen. Sure I was taller and on my third cheerleader uniform. My breasts were round, the biggest of all my sisters, and I had a nice down of hair between my legs. But my hopes had been so high all the other times, why would eighteen not be the same. How wrong I was. I was asleep on my bed beneath the stars. In my lessons I had learned of winter and cold and stormy clouds, but our home was special. It was always summer. Warm and happy. I was snuggled up on my bed. I no longer slept with my stuffed animals. I wasn't a child anymore. My covers were pulled off of me, drawing me out of sleep. “What...?” I murmured, reaching for my blanket. A hand stroked my thigh beneath my light-green nightgown. A shiver of heat went through me. The touch was so electric. The sensation went straight to my nipples and pussy. I gasped, my pussy growing wet as my nipples hardened beneath my gown. “Hello?” I asked. No one was in my bed, but a hand, larger than mother's, stroked up my leg to my pussy. “Ain't you just the purtiest thang,” a voice whispered. “Just perfect. Your momma made you right.” I beamed. “Are you the Ghost?” “Sure as hell I am, sweet thang,” he answered, his hand reaching between my legs, rubbing at my pussy. “Oh, wow,” I gasped, spreading my legs wider as his fingers stroked and touched my lips. “That's nice.” “Ain't you just a hot-blooded, little slut.” The Ghost's lips kissed my cheek. “You as much a whore as your momma?” “I want to ...
    be, Father.” “Father, huh,” the Ghost said. “I reckon I am your father. Damn, if that doesn't make this hotter. You are as purtee as a junebug. I'm gonna fuck your cooch hard!” “Oh, yes,” I gasped, his finger brushing at my pussy, pressing on my cherry. “You'll love it when your father pops your cherry,” Mother always said. “He took mine and it was amazin'.” His other hand pushed down the top of my nightgown. “Damn, slut. You're almost as stacked as your momma. I need to see you naked. I need to see how purtee my daughter is.” “Yes, father,” I giggled, sitting up and eagerly pulling off my nightgown and throwing it to grass around my bed. He squeezed one of my breasts. “Just perfect titties. Umm, I got to fuck 'em.” “You can do that?” I gasped. Mother never mentioned that in all her talks. “Sure as hell I can,” he grinned. “I'm gonna enjoy my slutty daughter's sweater puppies.” He straddled my stomach, his knees dipping into my bed. He was invisible. It was so wonderful and exciting. I couldn't see what he would do next. His hands suddenly seized my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipple. “Oh, yes, father!” “Call me Daddy,” he said. “Beg Daddy to fuck your big ol' titties.” “Please, Daddy, fuck my big titties!” My cheeks reddened as I said those words. I felt so dirty, and that made my pussy even wetter. “Please, Daddy.” “How can I say no to my darlin' daughter?” Something long and hard shoved between my breasts. His cock. The Ghost squeezed my breasts together, his invisible ...
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