1. The Ghost of Paris Chapter 12: Afternoon At the Park & Epilogue: The Pink-Haired Girl


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to pussy, Blowjob, Exhibitionism, Male / Females, Male/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    prophecy. I knelt down, barely feeling the cold, rough concrete, and hooked my arms under Tammy's knees, raising up her ass. I speared her cooch, washing Cheryl-Lynn's filth off in juicy cunt. Cheryl-Lynn's blasted phone rang, filling the bathroom with some boy band's insipid lyrics. The brunette peeled her tank top off, revealing her round tits, and hummed to the song as she rode on her friend's face. Those were a mighty fine pair of melons, topped with dark brown nipples. I buried my face, sucking hard on a nub, and fucked Tammy hard. “Oh, sweet Lord!” moaned Cheryl-Lynn. “I knew you would love dykin' out! You are a natural, pussy-licking sweetheart. Hell, yeah! Suck on my clitty! Oh, fuck! Keep doin' that! I ain't gonna last long on your sweet mouth.” “Good!” Tammy moaned, barely understandable muffled by cooch. Cheryl-Lynn squealed. “Oh, you dirty slut! Where'd you learn to do that? Oh, fuck! That buttered my toast!” The teen's arms wrapped around my head, holding me tight. Her voice rose an octave, screaming her orgasm loud. I could smell her tart juices as she bathed Tammy's hungry lips. Tammy bucked her hips, grinding her clit against my groin. A muffled knock. “Is that you, Cheryl-Lynn? You girls in there?” “Oh, hell yes!” she screeched. “Lick my pussy, Tammy!” “Shit! Is somethin' happenin' in there?” Nate shouted, struggling to open the locked door. “I'm cummin' again! Sweet Jesus, yes!” Cheryl-Lynn screamed. “Fuck! Hold on, babe!” Nate roared. The metal door ...
    shook, the jock slamming his body into it. “Fuck! Just hold on! I'll fuckin' kill you, you fuckin' rapist!” Tammy's tight cooch spasmed about my pecker, cumming as hard as her friend. My balls ached to cum, but that damn banging on the door was really wrecking the mood. I closed my eyes, pounding harder on her sweet cunt. “I'll kill you, mothafucker!” Nate screamed. “I'll rip your goddamn cock off and shove it up your ass! The cops are comin', and I'm gonna watch them fuck you up!” Goddamn! I pulled out of Tammy. “Slut, go open the door and let your stupid brother in! Boy needs to learn a lesson.” Tammy stood up dazed, her face smeared with pussy juices. I grabbed Cheryl-Lynn, throwing her up against the wall, her tits bouncing. The deadbolt turned, Nate burst in, his face and thick neck red. “Where is the fuckin' rapist!” “These purtee, young thangs are mine,” I roared, sounding as ghostly as I can. I pinned Cheryl-Lynn to the wall, lifting her up, and shoved my pecker deep into her cooch. She gasped, wrapping her legs around my waist and humped back. To Nate, it looked like his girlfriend hung suspended in the air. The beefy lug's eyes widened. “I'm the Ghost of Paris, and I can have any sweet, young thang I won't!” I roared, hammering away. My balls were just about ready to burst. “Any dumb guy that tries to stop me is gonna get his pecker ripped off and shoved up his ass.” “Ohmygod!” Christy Lynn moaned. “Ohmygod! Fuck me harder!” “Sorry, bro,” Tammy shrugged, snuggling up to ...
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