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


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    “We saved you, Ghost.” “We missed you so bad,” moaned Marissa. “We were lost without you,” Rhonda May cried, clutching her twin sister. “The Lioness fought to get you back,” Latonya declared, clutching her naked daughter to her. “We all did.” “We're yours, Ghost,” Carla called out. “Fuck me, but ain't you a bunch of wonderful whores. I'm a horny fucker. You all are gonna get your cooches pounded.” “Yes,” I moaned, my pussy clenching with desire. “We did it, Momma,” Donna smiled, crawling to me. I kissed her on the lips. “Yes, you did. You saved your Daddy.” “Damn, that is hot. Mother and daughter.” The Ghost stood before me, his feet pressing down on the mattress. “We made a mighty fine daughter all those nights I slipped into your bed.” “Those were the best,” I beamed. “I was your favorite bedmate.” “That red hair.” His hand touched my hair. “Fuck me, but I need to fuck your fine hole.” I shuddered, thrilled to be his first. “Which one?” He laughed. “Your cornhole, slut. You get on your hands and knees and lick our daughter's juicy cooch while I tear your ass up.” “Sounds wonderful, right, baby girl?” My daughter nodded her head. “Then lie down so Momma can love you.” Everyone watched with envious eyes as I spread my daughter's legs. We were practically the same age now. I didn't get to raise her, but I knew she had a great life in the dream. And we'd have time to do more mother/daughter stuff. I buried my face into her snatch, licking hard. She had a spicy flavor, just ...
    like me. “Oh, Momma,” she moaned, humping her red-furred muff into my lips, her small breasts jiggling. “That's so nice. Umm, I like gettin' my pussy licked.” “Course you do,” laughed the Ghost. “You're my daughter. That makes you a horny fucker. Just like your ol' man.” His cock thrust into my pussy. I groaned, heat rushing through me. It was so wonderful to feel the Ghost in me again. I pushed my hips back, squeezing down with my tight cooch. I worked my hips, gasping and moaning into my daughter's snatch. “Fuck, that's wild,” moaned Lizzy. “I can see your pussy gaping open.” “You're 'bout to see her ass gapin' open,” laughed the Ghost. “Let me just get my cock nice and lubed, then I'm fixin' to cornhole this slut.” “Do it!” moaned our daughter, humping her hips into my lips. “Fuck Momma's cornhole! She's a slut that needs your pecker, Daddy!” “I reckon you're right, baby slut.” “Uh-huh,” I moaned. “Your momma's a big ol' slut for the Ghost's pecker.” “Who isn't?” laughed Marybeth. “Go on, Ghost. Cornhole the whore! She needs it bad.” The Ghost ripped out his pecker and thrust it into my asshole. I gasped, my bowels squeezing down hard on his cock. I moaned into my daughter's pussy, licking harder. I shoved my tongue deep into her tunnel, the Ghost's powerful strokes driving my face into her juicy twat. “Damn, that is as nice as I remember! Fuck, I love your cornhole, slut!” “I love your pecker!” I moaned. “And you!” “We all love you, Ghost,” Tammy cried out. “Fuck me, but ...
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