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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Monday, November 19th, 2013 – Deidre Cheshire – Paris, Texas

“It’s true,” I said as I surveyed the room, looking at each of them—his lovers. There were almost thirty women and girls in the room. “The Ghost is dead, but there’s a way to bring him back. If we’re willing to pay the price.”

A great gasp went through the room. Grief painted their faces. We all had been touched by the Ghost of Paris. He’d changed our small town in Texas. He’d inspired such passion in each of us. When he touched a woman’s flesh, she felt so happy and joyful. His touch melted our morals. We just wanted to let him do things to us no matter where we were.

When he was inside you, his invisible cock thrusting away, the pleasure was more intense than any mortal lover.

“What are we going to do, Deidre?” Carla, a busty redhead, asked. She was a famous paranormal investigator whose footage of the Ghost molesting her on the city bus had gone viral. Sadly, the blossoming Theocracy had pulled down most copies of her video from the web.

The Living “Gods” and their new government were trying to bury the Ghost’s existence.

“Our first problems are these so-called gods,” I said, brushing back my tawny hair. “It’s quite clear that anyone who hears their spoken words becomes one of their followers.”

“I’ve heard their words spoken,” gasped Ursula, her large tits straining the front of her Boone College cheerleaders outfit. “They’re real Gods, right? You can’t say they’re not. They perform miracles!”

“They are powerful,” I nodded. Inside, I groaned. How many others of these women were under Mark and Mary Glassner’s control? The world had gone crazy since September, but I preferred the Ghost’s insanity over the two dominating the world through their powers. “But whom do you want to love more: them or the Ghost?”

Ursula bit her lip and turned to Marybeth, a tall and curvy cheerleader with raven black hair. The girls were dating. They looked so cute together, especially as Marybeth hugged the trembling blonde in a tight embrace.

Marybeth said, stroking Ursula’s hair, “Sweetie, I’ll be with you.”

“I… I want to love the Ghost more,” Ursula said. “I want to bring him back. That’ll make the Gods happy, right?”

“Yep,” I lied.

“I miss him,” Heather said. The redhead sighed, her lower lip thrust forward in a pout. She was definitely one of the Ghost’s favorites. Before his execution, he’d visited her most nights to sleep in her bed. “It’s so lonely without him. I’m having trouble sleeping.”

“I think we’re all committed to saving him,” Carla said, giving me a firm nod.

“Yep,” giggled Marissa and Rhonda May together. They were a set of redheaded twins. The Ghost sure did love his redheads.

“The Lionesses will go all the way to save him,” Latonya declared. The fierce, ebony-skinned leader of the cheerleaders put her hands on her hips, standing proud.

The rest of the cheerleader squad, Ursula included, all shouted, “All the way!”

They were an enthusiastic bunch.

“Okay, for this to work, I first need to know how many are carryin’ his child,” I said, trembling.

“I am,” Ursula proudly declared. A rosy smile crossed her lips. “He’s the only man I’ve been with, and I am pregnant.”

Heather grinned, rubbing her belly. “With how many times I’ve been fucked, of course I’m pregnant.”

“Me and Kelly as well,” Latonya announced, the Black cheer captain putting her arm around her fellow cheerleader.

“I am,” Carla said, a smile growing across her lips.

“He only made love to me once, but it did the trick,” beamed Lizzy, a girl barely past her eighteenth birthday.

“He popped her cherry in the shower,” giggled a Hispanic coed I didn’t know.

“That was hot,” another coed laughed.

“Me, too,” a sandy blonde girl named Tammy declared. She had her arms wrapped around a curly brunette. “It was so hot when he took us in the bathroom at the park, Cheryl-Lynn.”

“Even hotter when he fucked us in my bedroom while my parents were downstairs.” The brunette Cheryl-Lynn giggled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I think that’s when he got you in the family way.”

I nodded. “Seven. That’s perfect.”

“So, this involves our babies?” Ursula asked, stroking her stomach. “It won’t… hurt them?”

“Not at all,” I said, triumph surging through me.

With trembling fingers, I reached into my bra and drew out a vial filled with the Ghost’s cum. I had collected it out of my pussy the last time he’d fucked me. My grief surged inside me. That had been right before that cunt Alison had him executed for being a Warlock.

“This is how we begin,” I declared, shaking the cum-filled vial at them. “We have to dedicate ourselves to him.”

“But we’re only supposed to worship the Living Gods,” Ursula objected. “Right?”

A few other of the women nodded. I took a deep breath. I would have to tread carefully until I freed these women from Mark and Mary’s pernicious mind control. Those damned Warlocks—I knew from reading the Magicks of the Witch of Endor that they weren’t gods—would be a problem going forward.

They had already unleashed their foul servant Alison to kill the Ghost.

“I said serve, not worship.” It was a distinction that I hoped Ursula and the others under Mark and Mary’s power wouldn’t question. “Don’t you want to serve the Ghost? Don’t you want to feel that wonderful touch of his on your ass, his words hissin’ in your ear, tellin’ you all the filthy thangs he’s gonna do to your sweet, young body?”

“I do.” Ursula nodded with such fervent need. “More than anythang.”

“We need to let him know that. We need to reach ‘cross the barriers between life and death and let the Ghost feel our love and devotion.” I swept my gaze across all of them. “We need to have a bacchanalia.”

“An orgy?” Carla asked.

I nodded. “Our sexual energy will build and build, and the Ghost will feel it. He’ll gain power, and then we’ll all swear ourselves to him. Now don’t that sound wonderful? We’ll be his servants, bound to him.” I held my breath, looking at Ursula, hoping Mark and Mary’s programming hadn’t been too complete.

We would need her child to free the Ghost.

“Let’s do it,” Ursula said and thrust her arm up into the air like she held a pompom. “Lioness go all the way!”

Latonya threw her arm in the air, and the cheerleaders all chanted:

“Lionesses are hot.

Lionesses are wet.

Lionesses will explode

And cum all over you!”

They definitely were an enthusiastic bunch.

“Okay,” I said, a smile brimming on my lips. “I brought sex toys. They’re out in my car. I’ll be right back.”

“You naughty slut,” laughed Heather. She pulled off her shirt, revealing a pair of perky tits.

“I’ll help you out,” Carla said, moving towards me.

Her tits bounced in her tight shirt as we crossed the library. I hoped this would work. The Ghost had taken me for the first time in here, fucking me from behind while I checked out the patrons’ books. It had been so hot. We were fucking, and no one knew it.

My pussy itched, and I pressed my thighs together.

“Are we going to turn him into a God?” Carla whispered.

“Not quite. An ancestor spirit,” I answered. “Thirty of us, pourin’ all our love and lust at him. It’ll start the process. It’ll give him power in Hell. I read about it in a Chinese text, Tenets of Respect and Worship. He’ll be our patron, and we’ll get powers.”

“That’ll make us Warlocks?”

I smiled. “You’ve read Magicks of the Witch of Endor.”

“Of course I have,” she said as the automatic doors of the library whisked open before us. “I almost made my own Pact with Lucifer.”

“Well, this isn’t quite the same,” I said as we crossed the parking lot to my car. “We won’t be Warlocks, but it will insulate us from Mark and Mary’s control and bind us to the Ghost. We can use that connection to bring him back to life.”

We reached my small Prius. I popped the trunk. There were seven large bags full of dildos, vibrators, and many other fun toys. The eighth bag, the smallest, was special. It held the amulets I’d spent half my life savings on to have made. There was a large, golden one set with green jade and black jet, plus seven lesser ones. I pulled on the amulet, the medallion dangling between my breasts. It would be the focus of all the spells, gathering the energy to free the Ghost. I uncorked the vial and rubbed the Ghost’s cum into the gold, muttering beneath my breath.

Carla smiled as I cast the spell. She scooped up several bags of sex toys. “We can’t stay in Paris if we do this, Deidre. Happy and her husband are quickly converting this town to worshiping the Living Gods.”

I scowled in anger at the former born-again Christian Reverend and his cuckolding wife. “She should’ve been here with us. She’s one of the Ghost’s favorites.”

“Both her and her sister are carrying his kid,” Carla nodded. “But they both are big into worshiping the Living Gods. So we need to go somewhere remote, where people don’t know who the Ghost is.”

“I have a ranch up in Idaho,” I answered. “It’s very remote. My aunt died over the summer, and I’m her only family remainin’. I was trying to sell it, but now it seems perfect.”

We hurried back into the library, my heart beating with excitement. I grinned as we found the others. They were all naked, from barely legal girls to adult women. They squirmed on the floor, tits and pussies and asses flashing at me. A strange heat rippled through me as I gazed at them. I had never been with a woman before, but for the Ghost, I would learn to love it.

“Here are the toys, ladies,” I announced, spilling the bags out on the table. A clatter of dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, and more tumbled across it. “Think of the Ghost while you’re makin’ love. Send him all your wanton energy.”

“Yes!” squealed several.

“So much fun!”

“We’re going to love each other for the Ghost!”

I loved their passion as they scrambled to seize every toy they could. I shuddered then grinned as Carla grabbed a double-headed dildo. She wiggled the rubbery toy at me, arching her eyebrows in invitation.

I licked my lips and nodded.

Excitement swelling, my fingers shook as I unbuttoned my red blouse. I slipped it off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor, followed by my black bra. My breasts swayed, the focusing amulet dangling between my lush tits. My naughtiness swelled as I unzipped my beige pencil skirt. It slid down my thighs to puddle at my feet, leaving me almost naked.

Just in my panties soaked with my juices.

“You shouldn’t wear panties,” Ursula said as she sauntered by me. She grabbed a strap-on, the black, vinyl harness swaying as she spun. “A woman should be ready to be fucked at all times. The Living Gods say so.”

“Then I best get these off,” I said with a wink. I peeled them down my thighs, feeling so naughty. As I stepped out of them, I prayed, “Ghost of Paris, we offer this orgy in your honor. We send all our love and worship to you. We are your devoted followers. We are your cult!”

Energy flowed out from the amulet and tingled through the room. The process had begun.

“Fuck me with that big ol’ thang,” moaned Marybeth. She was kneeling on the floor and shaking her rump at Ursula. The blonde cheerleader was donning the strap-on, her busty breasts swaying. “Let’s give the Ghost a show so hot he won’t be able to resist escapin’ Hell to watch!”

The moment she had the dildo adjusted, thrusting from her cunt, the blonde fell to her knees. With a hard thrust, she buried the fake cock into Marybeth’s cunt. Ursula’s big tits bounced and jiggled as she plowed her girlfriend, fucking her with hard, deep strokes.

She gave the slut what she wanted.

My gaze darted around the room. Heather worked a thick dildo covered in small bumps in and out of Mindy’s pussy while the twins rubbed vibrators on each other’s cunts as they lay side by side. They both had tattoo’s on their small tits, pink roses opening around their nipples, the shade almost matching their areolas while thorny veins wrapped around their tits.

My pussy grew hotter, wetter. There was something so beautiful about women making love. No wonder guys were always wanting girls to make out.

Carla fell to her knees before me. Her hands pressed my thighs apart. My feet shifted as I shot my gaze down to her. She had such a naughty look in her eyes. With a moan of delight, she buried her face between my thighs and licked at my pussy.

As her tongue fluttered through my folds, I shuddered and moaned, “Oh, Ghost, feel my lust. Feel how much I enjoy Carla’s tongue licking through my cunt. We love you so much. We miss you.”

I leaned back against the table, my rump pressing into the edge. My hands gripped it while my eyes squeezed shut. Carla’s tongue licked and played through my pussy. I had only had a few guys go down on me, and they’d all been disappointing.

But Carla knew how to lick and suck.

She nuzzled into me, her tongue swirling around, touching me in all these amazing spots. Her tongue fluttered through me. I groaned, my breasts swaying before me. Pleasure rippled through my body.

“Yes! Lick my cunt, whore!” I gasped.

Carla responded, licking me harder. Her lips nipped at my clit before she shoved her tongue deep into my hole. My juices dripped out and she licked them up with glee. Delight shown in her green eyes as she feasted on me, her hands gripping my sides.

The pleasure swelled, blossoming inside me. I groaned, savoring the bliss rippling through me. This was nice. And it was all for the Ghost. My hips bucked, my orgasm swelling. My fingers gripped the table’s edge as I swayed.

“Make me cum for our Ghost!” I moaned, trembling. “Oh, yes, Carla!”

I moaned and sighed as a great, growing swell of rapture filled me up. She purred as she ate me. She drove me towards that wonderful pleasure. My body swayed as the euphoria rippled through me, a preview for the delight to cum.

Carla nipped my clit

“Ghost!” I screamed as the pleasure burst inside me. Delight flooded my veins. My muscles contracted. I ground my pussy on Carla’s hungry mouth. “Feel my passion, Ghost! Oh, yes! I love you!”

Rapture shot through me. It bathed my mind with delight. I groaned, whimpering as the ecstasy caressed my thoughts. She licked and lapped, drinking up the cream pouring out of me. She gave me such bliss, made me feel so amazing.

Carla pulled her lips away, shiny with my cum. “Mmm, I bet he felt that one.” Then she brandished the flexible, pink dildo. “Ready to have some more fun?”

“Yeah.” Then I grinned sheepishly, my body coming down from on high. “How do you use a double-headed dildo?”

“Carefully,” she grinned. “Get on your knees like the hot bitch you are.”

I did, wiggling my ass at her. She bent down and licked through my furred muff one more time. “I love that,” I panted. “Mmm, you feel good.”

“I just can’t resist. You taste amazing.”

The tip of the dildo probed my pussy, spreading my labia apart. I groaned as it entered me. The thick girth was nice, my pussy squeezing about the smooth rubber. But it wasn’t the Ghost’s wonderful cock.

The dildo bottomed out inside me, pressing on my cervix. I threw a look over my shoulder as Carla turned around, presenting her ass at me. Her pussy was surrounded by fiery, red hair soaked with her excitement. Her labia peeked through her strands. I shuddered, watching as she guided the other end of the dildo to her pussy.

She pushed against the tip, her cunt swallowing her end while the dildo pressed in me. Pleasure shuddered through me. She worked more and more of her cunt down the shaft, her lips engulfing it as she shuddered.

Then her butt-cheeks pressed against mine.

“We took it!” I gasped.

“Uh-huh,” she panted, smiling at me over her shoulder. “Mmm, that’s nice. And now for the good part?”

“Yes?”

She grinned, lips glistening with my cream. “Now we fuck each other!”

She rocked her hips back and forth, her butt-cheek slapping into mine on the downstroke. I gasped as the dildo slid in and out of my pussy, stimulating me. I rocked with her, groaning as the fake cock fucked in and out of me.

Our butt-cheeks smacked over and over, the dildo buried deep inside the both of us. It stimulated me. Cream dripped down my thighs. My tits swayed beneath me as I loved this naughty sensation coursing through me, my cunt gripping the shifting toy.

“Fuck me, Carla,” I groaned. “Work that dildo in and out of me!”

“Gladly.”

“You hot sluts,” giggled Lizzy, her braces flashing on her white teeth.

The freshman coed sat before me, her thighs spreading apart. Her pussy was a tight slit surrounded by a sparse, black hair. She was so young and virginal. Her twat was right before me, inviting. My tongue flicked my lips as pleasure rippled through me.

“Lick me for the Ghost!” Lizzy moaned.

I couldn’t resist. I buried my face in her like a hungry pervert, feasting on this barely legal, young thing. She tasted fresh, her sweet musk coating my tongue as I savored my first taste of pussy. Her cream melted on my tongue.

I wanted more.

I worked my hips, the pleasure swelling inside me as I ate out this young teen. It was such a wicked treat to enjoy her. My tongue flowed through her cunt, licking, sucking, moaning my pleasure into her.

Lizzy seized my tawny hair, humping her hips, her perky tits bouncing as she enjoyed herself. Carla fucked her hips back harder, our asses slapping together as she drove the dildo so deep into my pussy.

It was a wild treat, building that orgasm through me. I slammed back harder into her while driving my tongue through Lizzy’s pussy. The Ghost deflowered this cunt. He broke her in and bred her. Now I was feasting on her.

For him!

“Yes! I’m cumming for you, Ghost!” screamed Carla, slamming back against me. Her ass ground against mine, swirling the dildo around inside me.

I loved it, the twisting toy stimulating me. I thrust my tongue deep into Lizzy’s cunt, doing the same to her. She groaned, her braces flashing as she shuddered, smearing her hot pussy across my hungry mouth.

With a growl, Carla pumped her hips again, working that dildo in and out of my cunt. The pleasure swelled inside me. My tongue fluttered through Lizzy’s youthful folds, drinking up those fresh juices as my orgasm swelled and swelled in me.

My tongue licked up. I found her clit, sucking on her pink bud. It felt incredible around me. She groaned, her body shuddering. She needed more. My pussy loved being stuffed full of the dildo. I gasped as Carla fucked back into me.

Sadly, I didn’t have a toy for Lizzy. I did, however, have fingers.

I jammed two digits into her tight pussy. She was practically a virgin even if she was pregnant, her cunt squeezing around my fingers. I jammed them in deep as I fluttered my tongue against her clit. She groaned, her face growing flushed with her passion.

“Oh, Ms. Cheshire,” she moaned. “Lick me! You’re so wonderful! I’m going to cum! Oh, yes! Oh, wow!”

Her sweet juices squirted into my mouth around my fingers. Her snatch writhed around my plunging digits. I licked up her cream as she bucked into my hungry mouth. Her coltish legs locked around my head, holding me tight. She quivered for a moment, moaning in rapture.

And then she went limp, moaning, “Come back to us, Ghost.”

“Yes,” I hissed as the dildo plunged deep into me.

As I licked my lips clean of Lizzy’s delicious juices, my orgasm suddenly erupted through me. Waves of bliss washed through me. I moaned, throwing back my head. My body quivered, my pussy spasming about the thick dildo.

Carla kept rocking back into me, giving me more and more pleasure. Every thrust back into me sent another current of ecstasy sweeping through my body. Stars danced before my eyes. My brain melted as another orgasm exploded through me.

“For you, Ghost!” I moaned in ecstasy, focusing on him.

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Marybeth Sargant

The base of the dildo ground against my clit every time Ursula bottomed out on it. I loved using a strap-on to fuck my girlfriend. Especially when she rode me like a cowgirl. Her beautiful thighs gripped my sides as she slid back up the red dildo, her tits heaving. She grinned at me.

Then she plunged back down.

Pleasure burned in my clit. I groaned, “Yes, Ursula. Ride me harder!”

“Yee-haw,” my blonde lover grinned, her hips twisting, swirling the dildo around inside her pussy. Her heavy tits bounced.

I couldn’t resist. My hands cupped her pillowy softness. I squeezed her tits, my fingers digging into her flesh. She moaned, shuddering on me, working her towards a hot orgasm like she gave me fucking me earlier. My fingers found her nipples. I pinched and rolled those nubs, making her squeal.

I was so glad the Ghost unthawed Ursula. She once had been the perfect Christian girl, preaching abstinence and quoting scripture about our college. She never liked the way I went around seducing every member of our cheer squad.

I just loved licking pussy.

Then the Ghost had molested us during cheer practice. He gave me the chance to enjoy Ursula. I leaped at it. The blonde beauty had come to love my tongue licking through her slit so much, she started dating me.

I owed the Ghost everything. Not only did he give me such pleasure, but he also gave me the love of this hottie.

“Ride me faster, slut!” I groaned. “Let the Ghost see how hot you are with your big titties bouncin’!”

“Mmm, he loves my big titties,” she moaned, working her pussy up and down the fake dick.

The pressure on my clit grew, swelling my impending orgasm. I shuddered as Ursula ground her own clit into my pubic mound, twisting the dildo’s base against my own nub. It was incredible. I pinched her nipples harder.

The pleasure swelled inside me. Her juices leaked down the shaft to drip over my own hot pussy. Our passion mixed as my hands began kneading her tits, loving the way her flesh squeezed through my fingers.

Her blonde hair flew about her shoulders. She was so beautiful as she rode me. My toes curled, so much pleasure swelling through me. Every time my delicious Ursula impaled her cunt down that rubbery dick, I came closer to erupting.

“Keep loving each other!” Ms. Cheshire called out, the librarian sounding so wanton. “The energy’s building! Feed him more!”

“Yes!” I groaned. “Feel my lust, Ghost! Come back to us!”

“We miss you!” Ursula howled, her hands rubbing her belly.

She slammed down the dildo. Sparks flew from my clit.

My body shuddered as my orgasm erupted through me. My hips thrust upward, driving the dildo deep into my girlfriend’s cunt as rapture burned through me. She bounced down the dildo as I gasped out in rapture.

She leaned over, smiling down at me as I gasped and moaned, working her pussy up and down on the dildo. My hands released her titties as I spasmed, the pleasure surging through me. Juices gushed from my pussy as rapture rippled out of my depths.

“Cum, slut!” she grinned, her tits hanging over me, swinging as she fucked me.

“I am! I keep cumming! Keep grinding the dildo into my clit, baby!”

She moaned, her lips open wide. Her sky-blue eyes squeezed shut. She slammed down on the dildo and cried out, “Ghost, I love you!”

She was trembling, sending him her pleasure. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her down. Her large breasts pressed into my smaller tits as our lips melted together. I kissed her hard, our bodies trembling as our orgasms washed through each other.

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Marissa Myers

“I have to pee so bad,” my twin sister said as her auburn hair, streaked with blonde highlights, fell loose about her shoulders. I always braided my hair. That and our tattoos were the only differences between us.

I had the rose tattooed on my left tit.

I grinned at her. “Then piss in my mouth. Let’s make this as filthy as possible.”

My twin sister hopped to my feet. I knelt before her and planted my mouth right over Rhonda May’s shaved cunt, eager to taste my sister’s pee. We’d both discovered the joy of watersports the night we’d fallen under the spell of the Goddess possessing Darleen Cummings, the mayor’s daughter.

I suspected the Ghost was responsible for that wild night, summoning the Goddess to control Darleen. It had ended when the police caught us screwing around with this tattoo artist, his dick in our cunts.

They thought he raped us or something. They later claimed it was a big mistake. I kinda felt bad the tattoo artist died in jail, but it wasn’t my fault the cops mistook what they saw.

“Pee in my mouth,” I moaned, putting that morbid thought aside. I was here for the Ghost.

“Here it comes, sister slut!”

My twin sister’s pee splashed hot into my open mouth, salty and acrid. I slurped it down, the nasty liquid pouring down my throat. More trickled out of my lips and dripped down to my perky tits. My pussy clenched with the depravity of drinking my twin sister’s piss.

We were such nasty sluts.

I gulped down more and more, reveling in the nasty flavor. It had such a strong, bitter taste. It made my pussy drip. Rhonda May’s face twisted as she kept the pee flowing, straining to give me every drop.

“Oh, my stars!” gasped Lizzy Garfield, the freshman’s eyes wide, her braces glinting on her white teeth. “You’re pissing in her mouth, Rhonda May.”

“Uh-huh,” my sister moaned, her piss spurting into my mouth. “It’s so hot! We’re going to reach the Ghost with this depravity.”

I kept drinking. My sister bucked her hips, her spray splashing on my face, piss flying everywhere. I inhaled the filthy scent, the hot liquid dripping off my chin and landing on my tits. I was going to make her lick me clean for that.

“It’s so nasty, though,” Lizzy said.

“That’s what makes it so hot,” my sister answered, shuddering as the last few spurts trickled out of her urethra.

“It’s the best,” I panted, pulling away. I shot Lizzy a grin. “I’m such a nasty whore.”

Lizzy pressed her thighs together, shifting her hips. Her blue eyes were wide. She looked so innocent, almost a doll with her pale face framed by black hair. I grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. She trembled, licking her lips.

I leaned in and kissed those sweet lips, letting her get a good taste of my sister’s salty treat.

“Wow,” she whispered when I broke our kiss. Her tongue flicked across her lips. “That’s… different.”

I grinned, my own bladder full. “It’s even better straight from the source. Why don’t you stretch out on the floor and let me piss in your mouth? That’ll help the Ghost out.”

“I don’t know,” she frowned.

Rhonda May put her arm around the cutie’s shoulders. “You want to do everything to help the Ghost out, right?”

Lizzy nodded.

“Then lie down on the floor and let my sister piss in your mouth,” my sister purred.

I beamed at my twin; she was the best.

“Okay,” Lizzy whispered, her eyes trembling.

“You’ll love it,” I told her as the cutie stretched out on the floor. My pussy burned, my bladder so full, as I straddled her face. I settled my pussy on her mouth.

She took a naughty lick through my snatch. That felt nice.

“Just relax and open wide,” I moaned, shifting and wiggling about.

I groaned when I felt her lips seal around my urethra. Her tits were nice handfuls, so I grabbed them both. I squeezed them, my fingers sliding up to grab her nipples. I groaned as she sucked, feeling her eagerness, her braces rubbing my labia.

“Here it comes,” I moaned, relaxing my bladder.

My piss squirted out of me. She gasped, gargling as my urine flooded her mouth. I groaned, savoring the delicious feel of relieving my bladder into a hot girl’s mouth. She swallowed, smacking her lips closed. That caused my piss to splash against my thighs. I must be spraying her face. It was so naughty.

The acrid scent filled the air. Pleasure shot through me, almost an orgasmic rush as I released more and more of my piss into her naughty mouth. I used the eighteen-year-old cutie, my sister watching as she rubbed her cunt.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Drink it down, slut!”

She did, slurping down every last drop. It was so naughty to hear. I whimpered as my stream died down. It was delicious. I let out a low moan as my labia tingled. My clit throbbed, brushing her braces on her teeth. Pleasures sparked through me.

A final spurt of piss flooded her mouth. I let out a great sigh. Then I gasped as her tongue licked through my folds.

I squirmed my pussy about her face as she cleaned up piss on my pussy lips. I loved her tongue exploring my folds, searching for every drop of urine still clinging to my labia. She was better than toilet paper.

I closed my eyes, getting lost in the pleasure her pussy licking generated. I moaned, my hips shifting and—

Something cold wiggled into my asshole.

“What!” I screeched.

“Just lubing you up, sweet sister,” purred my twin, her finger wiggling into my anal sheath.

“That’s some cold lube,” I moaned as her finger worked in and out of my asshole. “What are you planin’ on shovin’ into my cornhole?”

“This!”

She yanked her finger out of my asshole and replaced it with something tapered like a cone. She thrust it hard into me. I gasped as my asshole expanded, stretching to engulf the object as it grew wider and wider. I groaned, sliding my pussy on Lizzy’s mouth.

The cone popped inside my bowels save for a little stem attached to a round knob that nestled between my butt-cheeks. I felt so stuffed full. The heat of it in my bowels melted down to my pussy being devoured by Lizzy’s sweet tongue.

“Is that a butt plug?” I groaned.

“Yep!” my twin declared.

I shuddered, closing my eyes as Lizzy’s tongue explored my pussy lips, her braces sometimes scraping against my labia. My asshole squeezed down on the intruding butt plug, loving the girth in me. I shuddered, my orgasm swelling.

I had the best sister, and together we were going to save the Ghost.

“Cum, slut,” my twin moaned. She appeared before me and straddled Lizzy’s stomach. She hugged me tight, squeezing our breasts together. “Cum on her face. Give the whore a big treat.”

“Yes!” I moaned, shuddering. “Oh, yes!”

My twin kissed me. Our tongues melted together as I ground on Lizzy. I dueled with her, my asshole stuffed so full of the toy, my body shivering and shuddering, climbing towards one wild orgasm.

I ground on Lizzy’s face, loving her braces, her tongue. I whimpered into my sister’s mouth as my orgasm built and built. My bowels clenched and relaxed on the butt plug shoved in me. It felt so naughty. So wicked. I groaned, trembling, grinding my cunt on her mouth. It was a hot treat.

My orgasm came closer and closer. Then the naughty Lizzy sucked on my clit. I gasped into my twin sister’s mouth.

Came.

My climax rippled bliss through me. It swept into my mind, drowning my thoughts in ecstasy. My pussy convulsed. My juices poured out, flooding Lizzy’s mouth. I groaned into my sister’s mouth, kissing her tight.

Lizzy lapped at my cream flowing out of me, her strokes adding more delight to the bliss surging through me. I groaned through it, reveling in this passion. It was incredible. Stars burst before my eyes. I moaned as my orgasm peaked in me.

My twin held me. We were so close. We did everything together.

Together you came into this world

Together shall you depart, arms entwined

Life dedicated to one man

For your love shall you die,

The drink shall be bitter,

But eternity shall be your reward.

The Goddess’s strange prophecy echoed in my ears as bliss burned through my thoughts.

* * *

The Ghost of Paris – Astarte’s Domain, The Abyss

Silvery light burned my skin. Astarte’s radiance cooking me.

I spent a quarter of my time in her domain, tormented by her, because she owned a quarter of my soul. Lucifer owned the rest. I’m not sure what was worse, roasting in fire or sizzling in starlight. Sometimes Astarte’s touch seemed softer.

Sometimes.

It was hard to remember who I was. My real name had faded. I could only cling to one thought: I am the Ghost of Paris.

But it was hard. My torment seemed to last an eternity. I doubt it had even been a week in the mortal world. It was all Astarte’s fault my life had ended so abruptly. She’d told me in gleeful details how she’d set me up when I summoned her to possess Darleen Cummings. The first time she embraced me in Hell, her sunlight burning my skin, she whispered it in my ear.

She rubbed in her cruelty like a sadist rubbed salt into the wound.

If I’d never made my Pact with her to gain increased sexual stamina, I would have been able to control my pecker. Then maybe I wouldn’t have screwed that pink-haired bitch. I wouldn’t have fallen into her trap.

Then that bitch wouldn’t have executed me.

I was just so horny. Astarte did that on purpose. I just wanted stamina, but she gave me lusts to match it, a drive that had me fucking every woman I could. I almost needed pussy every minute of the day. I could go maybe thirty minutes before I had to be cumming again.

As I lay here, I relived all the passion while knowing I never would enjoy a woman again. I was trapped in Hell for—

A woman’s voice called to me in my torment. Then a second. They were faint, but I could almost recognize them. The librarian and the ghost hunter. I remembered fucking them both, screwing Ms. Cheshire in the library while she helped that old biddy check out. I took Carla on the bus when she baited me out.

The first pussy I fucked after summoning Astarte.

To my shock, more voices reached out to me. All the beautiful women and coed hotties I’d loved in the real world called to me. They begged for my presence. I gasped at their wanton need. They missed me.

Me!

No one ever cared about me before I became the Ghost.

To my delight, their voices pulled on me. I drifted up from my torment, rising through the layers of the Abyss. I was still chained to Lucifer and Astarte, but my bonds seemed to have a great deal of length. I rose faster, following the sweet sounds of passion.

I crashed into the real world surrounded by an orgy of feminine flesh.

My cock hardened. None of the women noticed me. I was invisible, of course. I knew every piece of ass in the room. I had fucked them all. The Boone College cheerleaders, the librarian and her blazing medallion, the twins, and so many more. My cock throbbed.

I didn’t know how long my escape from Hell would last, but there was no way I wasn’t going to enjoy myself before I got yanked back. I looked around, wondering who I should fuck first. Whose cooch should I enjoy during my parole?

I saw my favorite bedmate, Heather Pritchard. I grinned and sauntered over.

* * *

Heather Pritchard – Paris, Texas

I shuddered as I came down from the amazing orgasm Mindy Taylor had given me with a vibrator. “Thanks,” I moaned, swaying on my feet. “Oh, wow, that was great.”

“You’re welcome,” Mindy said, ripping the buzzing toy out of my cunt. She hopped to her feet and darted off with the vibrator. I smiled as I watched her go. 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.

I missed him so much. That delightful way he—

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.

Trembling hope rippled through me. “It’s you!” I called out! “The Ghost is here!”

“How could I keep away from a sweet, young thang like you,” he drawled while his fingers slipped into the crack of my ass. “I got to fuck every purtee thang I can.”

“Fuck me!” I moaned, bending over and grabbing my knees, ready for him. Tears beaded my eyes. It was really him. “I missed you, Ghost!”

He thrust his cock into my cunt hard. I gasped, my tits jiggling as he plunged into me. He pounded me, fucking me like the bitch I was. His bitch. Forever his.

I groaned, savoring his cock thrusting inside me again and again. He filled me up with his amazing cock. I groaned, pushing back into his thrust. His crotch smacked my rump as he drilled his dick into me over and over again.

My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture rippled through me. My orgasm built so fast. It was him. I savored this, missing him. This was so much better than a vibrator. My cunt clenched down on his cock, reveling in him.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “I missed you.”

“Me, too, sweetness,” he said. “Mmm, missed this tight cooch squeezin’ ’bout my pecker!”

With a growl, his cock hammered me, fucking me with that wonderful intensity he always possessed. Nothing was better than being fucked by the Ghost of Pairs. Then feeling his dick pound you.

My orgasms built with every plunge of his dick. My body rocked to his thrusts. Juices spilled down my thighs, churned by his big dick. My red hair danced about my face as he filled me over and over again. He slammed into me.

Completed me.

“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 graspin’ a penny. Gonna give her a big ol’ load of my jizz.”

“Yes!” I groaned, rocking my hips back into his thrusts. “Cum in me!”

“Hot damn, but you have an abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely tight cooch!”

The pleasure rippled through me as he pronounced that. It shot straight to my feminine core. I had never cum so fast, but I exploded on his wonderful cock. My pussy convulsed about him, my back arching.

Rapture washed through me as I screamed out in wordless pleasure. His dick plunged in and out of my pussy, churning me up. Wave after wave of rapture shot through my body. He buried into me again and again.

His amazing cock was in me. Filling me up. I loved it. I was so happy. I was his favorite. He chose me over every other woman and girl in this room. Stars burst across my vision as my mind melted beneath the rapture.

“Everyone,” Ms. Cheshire, the librarian, called out, her medallion shining light upon us as she stood before me. “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 inside my pregnant pussy.

I wished he could knock me up again.

“He is my guiding spirit!” I howled as that jizz filled me. “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 Glassner were Gods vanished. I wasn’t under their control any longer.

I was the Ghost’s.

He vanished from my pussy.

He didn’t pull out. He just wasn’t in me any longer.

“No!” I cried out, stumbling forward. “Don’t go.” Tears ran hot down my face, my pleasure shifting to grief. “Come back!”

Ms. Cheshire caught me, hugged me to her big breasts. I buried my face between her boobs, the medallion warm on my cheek. She rocked me. “It’s all right. This was just the first step for the Cult.”

I sniffed. “The Cult?”

“We’re the Cult of the Ghost now,” she answered, smiling down at me. “We’re all sealed to him. We’re not under any Warlock’s control any longer.”

“They’re not gods,” Ursula gasped. “Oh, Lord, they lied to us. Why did I ever believe ’em?”

“Mark and Mary are just like the Ghost,” Ms. Cheshire said. “They made a pact with the Devil. That’s why we need to save the Ghost. He sold his soul to the Devil, and now he’s sufferin’ down in Hell.”

I nodded my head as this fiery certainty seized me. I stood straight, breaking from her embrace. “Then we’ll save him.”

Ms. Cheshire grinned at me. Then she kissed me on the lips, her mouth tasting like delicious pussy.

“But we can’t call ourselves the Cult of the Ghost,” objected Marybeth. “The Theocracy will come down on us if they think we’re still his.”

Ms. Cheshire broke our kiss. “That’s why we have to get away. We’re gonna go to Idaho. I have a ranch out in the mountains. It’ll be safe for a while. Does anyone have any ideas for what we publicly call ourselves?”

“Well, how ’bout we call ourselves the Sapphicists,” Ursula suggested. “Since until we raise the Ghost outta Hell, there ain’t no way none of us are touchin’ ‘nother man. We’re his alone.”

“What does Sapphicists mean?” asked Rhonda May.

I nodded my head, curious myself.

“Sappho means lesbian,” Ursula answered. “So I reckon Sapphicists is a mighty fine thang to be callin’ ourselves.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, liking the sound of that. “The Sapphicists.

* * *

The Ghost of Paris – Astarte’s Domain, The Abyss

The torment wasn’t quite so bad when I returned to the burning starlight. I had hope. All those wonderful women that I had molested all loved me and they wanted me back. Someone cared for the Ghost.

They were a determined bunch. I was sure they could do it. They would set me free. I could sizzle for a while longer with those mighty fine beauties waiting for me.

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