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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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Gabriella Ayers – The Dream

“You’re going to grow up and save your daddy,” Momma whispered to me as she combed my hair. I loved it. Every night, she brushed me before I went to bed. We had the same sandy-blonde hair. That made me feel so special that I was like my momma.

Though her breasts were large and round, and I was oh-so-flat. “They’ll grow when you’re older,” Momma had laughed when I brought it up. “When you hit puberty.”

I loved my life. It was full of laughter and games. My sisters and I ran through endless fields of flowers, swam in cool pools of water, playing silly games. At noon, we would have our lessons and learn about the world outside of the field.

Our father was a great man. The Ghost of Paris. He loved all our mothers so much that he made my sisters and me. But the evil Mark and Mary killed him and sent him to a terrible place. I cried the first time I learned about his fate, but then I was so happy when my momma told me I would save him.

“You and your sisters are the keys,” Momma had whispered in my ear. “When you grow up, you’ll be able to rescue him.”

I couldn’t wait for that day.

Zelda and Remelda were my closest sisters. The three of us were the Lionesses’ daughters. Our mothers were cheerleaders. For our tenth birthdays, we were given our own cheerleader outfits to wear. The three of us spent endless afternoons practicing our cheerleading.

We wanted to be just like our mothers.

It wasn’t long after getting my cheerleader outfit that I finally hit puberty. I was the first girl to sprout breasts, though Annabeth wasn’t far behind me. Soon, our lessons began teaching us about sex. We learned about the joys of making love to the Ghost. The delights we’d uncover when we did naughty things with our sisters. Our mothers.

I couldn’t wait until I was old enough for sex. Every night, as Momma combed my hair before bed, I asked her when it was time. “When you’re old enough,” she laughed, kissing me on the forehead. “Then the Ghost will come for you.”

I hoped he would come when I turned twelve. I felt very old at twelve. I was certain he was coming when I turned fourteen. Even Hannah was sprouting breasts by the time our fourteenth birthday came. I was so certain at sixteen, he would come. I felt so adult, my body almost mature.

But he hadn’t come.

When we turned eighteen, I had given up hope. Eighteen wasn’t much different than 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, so why would eighteen be any different?

How wrong I was.

I was asleep on my bed beneath the stars. In my lessons, I’d 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 any longer.

I was eighteen. An adult.

I was dreaming when I felt my covers slip off my body. The feel of someone near me drew me out of sleep.

“What…?” I murmured, reaching for my blanket, confused, my eyes drowsy.

A hand stroked my thigh beneath my light-green nightgown. A shiver of heat went through me. The touch was so electric, so different from my momma’s or my sisters’. It was a large hand. Strong. It caressed me. 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, looking around. I didn’t see anyone. No one was in my bed, but the feeling of a hand stroking up my thigh toward my pussy wasn’t my imagination.

“Ain’t you just the purttiest thang?” a voice whispered. “Just perfect. Your momma made you right.”

I shuddered, a tingle of anticipation rippling through me. “Are you the Ghost?”

“Sure as hell I am, sweet thang,” he answered, his hand reaching the apex of my legs.

I gasped as she rubbed at my pussy. His touch felt amazing. This electricity sparkled through me. My toes curled. I had no idea I had such a naughty place on my body. I trembled as the Ghost, my father, stroked me.

“Oh, wow,” I gasped, spreading my legs wider, opening myself up to his naughty touch. “That’s nice. That’s very nice. I’m getting all… all…”

“Wet?” my invisible father asked.

I nodded my head, feeling so juicy down there. This molten itch burned deeper inside of me as he caressed my clit and labia. My toes curled as I squirmed on the bed. My nipples hardened against my nightgown.

“Ain’t you just a hot-blooded, little slut?” the Ghost said. Then I felt his lips kissing my cheek. I shuddered as his tongue caressed me. “You as much a whore as your momma?”

“I want to be, Father.”

“Father, huh,” the Ghost said. “I reckon I am your dad. Damn, if that doesn’t make this hotter. You are as purtee as a June bug. I’m gonna fuck your cooch hard!”

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, his finger brushing my hymen.

The ache was passed that little membrane in the way of him reaching into me to soothe it. I shuddered, remembering the words Momma always said: “You’ll love it when your father pops your cherry. He took mine, and it was amazin’.”

He caressed my hymen and my pussy. He had me squirming and groaning on the bed. This heat rippled through me. It felt so wicked. I whimpered and groaned. The pleasure surged through me. This wanton heat that built and built in me.

I grew so juicy and wet. I groaned. My head tossed back and forth. This hot bliss surged through me. It made me whimper and gasp as he stroked up to my clit and caressed my little bud. I squirmed on the bed, my breasts quivering beneath my nightgown.

Suddenly, my nightgown moved. It pushed up my body and exposed my big breasts. I gasped as I watched his hand squeeze my breast, dimply my plump flesh. My father dug his fingers into me, making me quiver.

“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 said, loving this game. Slut… The word made me feel naughty. Giggling, I sat up and yanked off my nightgown. I threw it to the grass growing green around my bed.

He kneaded my breast, dimpling my flesh with his unseen fingers. It was so incredible to feel. I shuddered and shivered as he did it. My nipples thrust hard from my puckered areolas. I whimpered, my pussy growing juicy.

“Just perfect titties. Mmm, I got to fuck ’em.”

“You can do that?” I gasped. Momma never mentioned that in all her talks.

“Sure as shit I can,” he growled. “I’m gonna enjoy my slutty daughter’s big boobies.”

“Okay, Father!” I moaned, trembling in delight.

His invisible form straddled my stomach, his knees dipping into my bed. I shuddered, finding the situation wonderful and exciting. I couldn’t see what he would do next. Where his unseen hands would touch my body.

His hands seized my breasts. I gasped as both my large breast squeezed up into cones topped by my hard nipples. I squirmed as his fingers slid higher and higher, caressing my flesh. He reached my nubs, tweaking them.

“Oh, yes, Father!”

“Call me Daddy,” he said.

“Daddy,” I said and… for some reason it was naughty. I quivered, my pussy growing hot and juicy. I squirmed on the bed beneath him. “You’re my daddy!”

“Sure as shit I am,” he said, sounding so proud. His voice was so deep and coarse, so unlike Momma’s or my sisters. “Now 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. My eyes widened in realization: It was his cock. The very dick that had bred my momma and created me. I shuddered as the Ghost’s invisible hands squeezed my tits together, his fingers indenting my plump tits.

His hips rocked as he slid his cock in and out, my breasts caressing his cock. I could see them wrapped about it, his dick making a tunnel between my boobies as he thrust forward. Then he pulled back, his cock vanishing out of sight.

“Do you like my titties, Daddy?” I moaned, squirming on the bed.

“They are a mighty fine pair,” he growled. “You’re makin’ my pecker feel like a million bucks. Damn, slut, but you got all your momma’s purtee features.”

“Did you ever fuck her titties?” I asked, squeezing my thighs together.

He grunted, “Sure as shit I did. Your momma had even bigger titties.”

This was so exciting. I was finally pleasing my father—my daddy!—with my nubile body just like Momma. Pleasure quivered through me as his cock pumped in and out of my big breasts. I shuddered, my nipples aching as he loved me. He pumped hard, fast.

His grunts echoed around us. My bed quivered as he thrust harder and faster. He plunged his dick between my titties, squeezing them tight. My breasts drank it in. These tingles raced down to my pussy. My naughty cunny grew so wet and juicy.

I rubbed my thighs together, massaging my clit as I moaned, “Oh, yes, yes, fuck my titties, Daddy!”

“Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely I am,” he growled. “Gonna fuck them hard and bust my nut all over your purtee face.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded so naughty. I only whimpered and squirmed, lying there as he used my titties to please himself. His grunts and groans only made me feel naughtier. I was pleasing him with my body.

His fingers dug into my breasts. He squeezed my titties hard around his big cock. I shuddered at the heat of him. He plunged into them, my breasts shifting. I gripped my sheets as my pussy grew hotter and hotter.

It begged for attention.

“Fuck, yeah, “he grunted. “I’m gonna cum all over your purtee face. Do you want that?”

“I do, Daddy! Cum on your daughter’s face!” I loved this dirty talk. “I love you, Daddy.”

My father thrust his cock forward, groaning loud. His fingers dug deep into my tits. Then he snarled and hot, invisible liquid slashed on my neck and face. I squealed in surprise at the salty treat splattering into my mouth.

I loved it.

It was thick and creamy. It coated my face as he spurted more and more of it. He splattered me. My tongue flicked across my lips, gathering more of it. I felt it dripping down me as he grunted with each eruption.

“Hot damn, that was a mighty fun delight,” he said.

“What is it, Daddy?” I moaned, feeling it dribbling across my face. “It’s so yummy.”

“That’s my cum. A slut like you should learn to love it.”

“I will, Daddy,” I moaned.

“Course you will. My daughter’s gonna be a big ol‘ slut for Daddy and his big ol‘ pecker.”

I nodded my head and licked my lips. My pussy burned hot. “You made me so wet, Daddy. Down in my cunny.”

“You’re little cooch’s in need of a good fuckin’?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy. Momma told me it was the best thang in the world.”

“Get on your hands and knees, and you’ll find out.”

Daddy got off me, my breasts pillowing into their natural shape. I rolled over and knelt like he asked. My pussy felt so exposed between my thighs, juices dribbling down my legs. I had never been so wet down there. So juicy.

I whimpered in need.

He moved around on the mattress. My bed creaked. I gasped when his hands touched my hips. They were so strong and warm. As long as they touched me, I felt safe. Nothing Daddy did would hurt me.

He would only love me.

SMACK!

My ass burned and I gasped. The pain rippled through me and melted down into my pussy.

“That is one fine ass you got, slut!” he growled.

I shuddered as he spread apart my asscheeks. I squealed as his tongue licked through my pussy lips. A hot surge of pleasure shuddered through me. No one had ever touched me there. It felt so naughty.

He licked again, starting at my clit and flicking through my folds. I whimpered, gripping the sheets. It felt incredible. Just what my naughty pussy needed. I wiggled back and forth, needing more while he smacked his lips.

“Please, Daddy, keep lickin’ me!”

“Course I will,” he groaned. “You taste as delicious as an apple pie. Goddamn, you got one sweet cooch!”

His tongue licked across my pussy lips and brushed my hymen. I shuddered again when he brushed my clit. Momma was right; having that licked was amazing. His tongue caressed it, making my bud throb and ache.

I whimpered. Deep inside me, I felt something stirring. Growing. There was this naughty pressure in me. I groaned, wiggling my hips back and forth. My fingers clutched at the bedding, my fingers balling around it.

“Oh, Daddy,” I whimpered. “I love it.”

“Mmm, so do I,” he groaned. “Got me some cherry pie to love! Ain’t that just incredible? My own daughter to feast on.”

He licked through my pussy.

“My own flesh ‘n blood. Hot damn, I love this.”

“Me, too, Daddy,” I whimpered as he licked again.

A shuddering bliss swelled inside me with each lick. His stroking tongue hurtled me towards it, especially when he brushed my clit. My little ass wiggled back into his licks, my orgasm growing and growing. I panted. Whimpered. Gasped.

It was such an amazing and almost scary feeling. My pussy clenched deep inside of me as he caressed me. I whimpered and groaned. My head shook and my large breasts swayed beneath me. Not in all eighteen years of my life had ever felt anything close to this.

“Daddy.” I whimpered as he lapped across my folds again. “Somethang’s happenin’! In my cunny! I’m feelin’ all hot and tense.”

“You just ’bout to cum like a whore,” he answered and then lapped across my pussy folds. “Just let your sweet cooch cum. You’ll love it.”

I relaxed into it as he sucked on my clit. Sparks burst from the little bud. I didn’t fight the bliss starting inside of me. I just let the sensation flow through me. My eyes widened as this rapturous bliss swept through my flesh.

It was wonderful.

I gasped and moaned, pushing my pussy back into Daddy’s lips. My fingers squeezed my bedspread as my body shook. I arched my back, staring up at the twinkling stars and the glowing moon.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my pussy convulsing me.

I knew my daddy loved me for giving me such bliss.

My mind drank in the waves. They flowed through my body. My breasts swayed as I whimpered. I felt my juices gushing out of me. His amazing tongue lapped them up. He stroked my pussy, giving me more bliss.

“Oh, Daddy!” I moaned, my head lowering. “Oh, wow, Daddy.”

“Hot damn, but you came hard.” He chuckled and slapped my ass again. “You ready to get your cherry popped?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I threw a look over my shoulder and beamed at him.

I didn’t see anyone behind me, but I felt him. His hands stroked my flesh, and then something nudged at my pussy. My eyes widened, and I knew it was his pecker. Tingles shuddered through me as the tip of his fat cock slid up and down my flesh until he found my hymen.

He pressed on my cherry.

“Here we go, baby slut. I hope your cooch is as fine as your momma’s!”

“Me, too, Daddy!”

He thrust.

My cherry ripped. A sharp pain flared through me. I gasped against it, quivering. Then this warm heat drowned out the hurt. His cock filled my pussy. He stretched my little sheath. My eyes bulged in surprise.

He slid deeper and deeper into me. There was so much of him. I had no idea my little cunny could stretch open so wide. Could take so much in me. My pussy clenched down around his cock. I whimpered and squirmed my hips, stirring my cunny around his cock.

“Yes, yes!” I howled, unable to stop the passion bursting from my lips. “Fuck my pussy, Daddy! Oh, yes!”

“Shit! You got a tight cunt! Oh, fuck. Squeeze down on Daddy’s pecker, slut! Work those hips and fuck your daddy like a good slut!”

I worked my hips, my body wanting to move. I shuddered as I rocked forward and slid my pussy up his cock. This wonderful friction became rapture that tingled through my body. I whimpered, leaning forward until only the tip of his cock remained in me.

Then I thrust myself backward. I gasped as I swallowed his cock. My rump smacked into his crotch. He groaned, his hands tightening on my hips. All of his dick was back in me. My pussy itched for me to move again.

I let this new pleasure guide my rhythm. This was what I needed. I loved every second of rocking forward or sliding my pussy up and down my daddy’s cock. I squealed and gasped and shuddered. Pleasure rippled through me.

I drove myself towards that naughty release. It was all so exciting. I whimpered, my heart hammering in my chest. My breasts swayed beneath me. My fingers gripped the bed. It creaked as I gasped and moaned.

“I’m gonna cum again, Daddy!” I whimpered. “Oh, wow, it feels amazin’. You got an amazin’ cock, Daddy.”

“And you got that hot cooch!” he groaned. “It’s abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely delicious. Work that cunny on my pecker.”

SMACK!

The pain shuddered down to my pussy. I gripped him and thrust back on him. His dick filled me to the brink. My molten cunny quivered. My snatch clenched down on him. The friction was incredible. I whimpered.

I came again.

My pussy writhed around his pecker. I gasped and moaned, rocking forward and backward. My spasming cunt moved up and down his dick while the pleasure filled my body. I gasped and moaned, my tits swaying. Stars burst before my eyes.

“Hot damn, you got one amazin’ cooch!” He gripped my hips, stopping me from rocking forward.

He drew his cock back, sliding through my writhing pussy.

“Got to pound my baby slut’s pussy hard!”

“Yes, Daddy!” I squealed as he buried his cock into me.

He fucked me hard. He pounded my pussy. Pleasure rippled through me over and over. I kept cumming. I gasped and moaned, juices spilling down my thighs as his dick buried over and over into me.

His pecker filled me again and again. I loved it. Stars burst across my vision over and over. The waves of bliss washing out of my pussy swept over my mind. They covered me in ecstasy. I gasped and moaned.

“Daddy! Daddy! I love it!”

“’Course you do!” he snarled. “You’re a baby slut! My little whore! Got yourself a cunt as hot as your momma’s. Need my pecker fuckin’ your naughty cooch day and night. That’s what my little baby slut needs!”

“Yes, Daddy!” I gasped as he fucked me harder.

His crotch smacked into my rump. His dick buried over and over into me. I loved it. Daddy fucked me with passion. His balls smacked into my clit. I whimpered, rocking back into him, my cunny spasming about his dick.

More pleasure swept through me.

I gasped when he grabbed my hair. He pulled hard on it and smacked my ass. “You’re just my baby slut!”

“I am, Daddy!” I howled as his dick buried into me hard and fast. “Always!”

His dick buried into me hard. Another orgasm burst through me.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” I gasped as the rapture flooded through my body. “Oh, yes! Cum in my pussy! Oh, yes! I love your pecker, Daddy! It’s the best in the world.”

“It’s the only pecker that’s ever fuckin’ your cooch,” he grunted. “Ain’t that right?”

“Yes, Daddy! Only your pecker gets to fuck my cooch!”

“That’s a good girl!” he grunted. “Fuck, you’re tight. I ain’t fucked a virgin in so long. Oh, shit! I’m gonna cream your cunt!”

“Do it! Cream me! I want to feel your cum in me, Daddy.”

“Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely I will, slut!”

His pecker buried deep in me. Liquid heat burned through me. My world was pleasure. I gasped and shuddered, the strongest orgasm burning through my body. His cum was in me. He filled me and sent more rapture through me.

My pussy milked his cock. My cunny spasmed so hard as he grunted. I wiggled my hips, stirring around his erupting cock. He flooded so much of his jizz in me. He pulled hard on my hair, yanking back my head.

“That’s it, baby slut!” he growled. “Take it all!”

“I am, Daddy!” I moaned. “Oh, did you love it?”

“Sure as shit I did,” he panted.

I beamed. I’d satisfied my daddy like a good baby slut.

“I love you, baby slut!” Daddy grunted as he ripped his pecker out of my cunt and—

I woke up from my dream.

Momma looked down at me, her beautiful face framed by her blonde hair. We were the same age now, both adults. She stroked my lips. Women gasped and moaned about me. The sky was green, rippling with bursts of fire. They were like blossoming flowers spreading their petals across the sky.

“Daddy fucked me, Momma,” I purred.

“That’s so wonderful,” she answered. She shoved something into me. I gasped as I felt it expanding, absorbing all the wonderful juices in me.

“What’s that for, Momma?”

“A tampon to keep your daddy’s cum inside you.” Momma smiled at me. Then she bent and kissed me on the lips, her tongue dipping into my mouth.

She’d never kissed me like an adult before. My hands reached out and found she was naked. I felt her breast. They were larger than mine. Heavier. I couldn’t help exploring them. My fingers kneaded them as I kissed her. My fingers slid across her breasts to her nipples.

They were fatter. Larger. I rubbed them. She gasped into the kiss, whimpering. Her tongue penetrated my mouth. I rolled her nubs between my fingers. She shuddered against me and… My fingers grew wet.

I broke the kiss, gasping, “You’re leakin’, Momma.”

“Yes, she is,” a black-haired woman said, sitting down beside her.

“Are you Momma-Marybeth?” I asked, recognizing the woman—who didn’t look much older than my momma, or me, for that matter—from Momma describing her to me. I knew my momma wasn’t aging while I grew up.

“Yep.” Momma-Marybeth smiled as she slipped her arm around my mother. “And your momma’s tits are leakin’ with her breast milk. Why don’t you nurse away? Just like you did as a baby.”

This naughty thrill rippled through me. It sounded like such a wicked and wanton thing to do. My tongue flicked across my lips. I didn’t resist as Momma guided me to her breast. My lips opened as I came near her nipple thrusting outward. White milk beaded on it.

I sucked her nipple into my lips. I gasped at the squirt of warm, creamy milk flooding my mouth. It was such a wicked treat. I nursed again, more of her milk spilling into my mouth. I swallowed it with hunger.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Momma purred, her hands stroking my blonde hair. I felt so safe. So loved.

“Damn, Ursula,” laughed Momma-Marybeth. “But your daughter is hot.”

“Do you want to fuck my daughter?” Momma asked her lover.

I shuddered as I gulped down more breast milk, hoping she would.

“Hell, yeah.” Momma-Marybeth’s hand squeezed my rump. It was nice to feel a different sensation from Daddy’s touch. Her fingers were slender and delicate, not rough and strong. “Don’t you wanna enjoy her?”

“I do,” Momma answered. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun with her.”

I couldn’t wait.

Momma pulled my mouth from her breast. My lip popped off. “But first, you need to rescue your Daddy from Hell.”

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Friday, July 18th, 2014 – Heather Pritchard

“They are so beautiful,” Lizzy sighed, standing next to me as we watched our grown-up daughters. In only a few hours, my Donna had grown from a newborn to a gorgeous eighteen-year-old hottie. She had matured in the dream. For her, all those eighteen years had passed.

I loved how beautiful she was. She had my fiery-red hair and freckled breasts. Her smile was just infectious.

Moans echoed before. All seven of the Ghost daughters were locked in a furious daisy chain, devouring the cum the Ghost had spilled in their bodies while they dreamed. It was the most taboo act I’d ever seen. Seven half-sisters licking their daddy’s cum out of their pussies. They were all a part of the Ghost, they all had his seed in them, and now they shared it with each other.

Deidre stood at the center, gathering the lust generated by the Ghost’s daughters. Her pendant flashed with jade light. All the hairs on Heather’s body stood up as she caught her breath. This was it. They were going to finally rescue the Ghost from Hell.

“I can’t wait to see him,” Lizzy whispered.

“He’s the Ghost.” I giggled. “He can’t be seen.”

“You know what I mean,” the younger girl said. Her braces flashed on her teeth as she smiled at me. “He’s gonna love us and rescue us from the Theocracy.”

The military was still shelling us. Outside the protective shield, the fields were covered in craters while thick clouds of dust and smoke billowed. The shields held so far. The Ghost was protecting us all the way from Hell. We fed him our worship, love, and our lust. It let him work miracles, channeling the power we fed him.

“Ghost of Paris,” Deidre suddenly called out. “Feel the love of your daughters. Follow the bond of flesh and blood. Drink of their passion for you. Let it fuel you with power. Let the chains on your soul be shattered.

“Slip free of your prison and live once more!”

A great split cracked the earth. The ground shook. Deidre stepped back as the rent opened beneath her. The daughters moaned and spasmed, cumming. They devoured incestuous pussy juices as a great, unearthly howl rose from the rent; the cries of the billions of damned condemned to Hell. Yellow fumes billowed from the crack, a reek of rotten eggs rolling over us.

Lizzy clutched me in fear. I swallowed, my own body trembling.

“Rise and join us, Ghost of Paris,” Deidre screamed.

The grass at the edge of the rent dipped. Unseen fingers clawed into the turf. My heart beat for joy. The rising smoke spilled around a figure. A void shaped in the form of a man pulling himself out of the earth. Arms moved through the reek. A torso. The figure pulled himself out of the crevasse, the fumes rising around legs.

He stood tall. The grass crushed beneath his feet. A laugh burst from his unseen lips, irreverent and wild.

The rent snapped close. The howls of the damned ended. The reek of sulfur vanished.

“Well, fuck me, you sluts did it!” The Ghost laughed again, wild and exultant. It echoed around him. The impressions of his feet shifted on the ground. “Hot damn, but it feels great to be free.”

“It’s really you?” Deidre whispered, falling to her knees before the Ghost. She reached out, touching his invisible leg. Her fingers stroked nothing.

“Yep. Sure as shit it’s me.”

I fell to my knees on the other side of Deidre, my heart pounding. “We saved you, Ghost.”

“We missed you so bad,” moaned Marissa.

“We were lost without you,” Rhonda May cried, clutching her twin sister.

“The Lionesses fought to get you back,” Latonya declared, clutching her naked, adult daughter to her. “We all did.”

“We’re yours, Ghost,” Carla called out.

“Fuck me, but ain’t you a bunch of wonderful whores? Good thing I’m such a horny fucker, ’cause y’all are gonna get your cooches pounded.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my pussy clenching with desire.

“We did it, Momma,” Donna smiled, crawling to me. My beauty’s freckled tits swayed as she sat before me.

I threw my arms around her neck. “Yes, you did. You saved your daddy.”

I kissed my daughter. I savored the incestuous thrill of thrusting my tongue into her mature lips. She was only a year younger than me now. It was wild. This spell we worked was so naughty. Tingles raced down to my molten pussy.

“Damn, that is hot. Momma 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.”

I broke the kiss with my daughter to peer up at him. I beamed, then moaned, “Those were the best. I was your favorite bedmate, wasn’t I?”

“That red hair.” His hand stroked through my fiery hair. “Fuck me, but I need to pound 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.” I glanced at my daughter. “Right, baby girl?”

My daughter nodded her head, her eyes glassy with lust. “I loved it when Ophelia ate all of Daddy’s cum out of me.”

“Then lie down so Momma can love you.”

Everyone watched with envious eyes. My daughter settled down on her back. I parted her slender thighs and stared down at her fiery bush. She dripped with juices. It was so naughty. I licked my lips as I bent down.

I buried my face into her snatch, licking hard. She had a spicy flavor. Like me. I dragged my tongue through her folds, brushing her clit. Her juices spilled over me. She whimpered and groaned. Her head tossed from side to side.

I swirled my tongue through her. I licked and lapped. I fluttered through her folds. I teased her. I savored her. This wonderful heat fluttered through me. My cunt dripped juices. I wiggled my hips, my heart pounding in my chest. My nipples ached and throbbed, juices running down my thighs.

“Oh, Momma,” she moaned, humping her red-furred muff into my lips, her small breasts jiggling. “That’s so nice. Mmm, I like gettin’ my pussy licked.”

“’Course you do.” The Ghost laughed. “You’re my daughter, ain’t you? That makes you a horny fucker. Just like your ol‘ man.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she cooed.

I gasped as the Ghost thrust his cock into my pussy. That wonderful moment surged through me. Heat spilled across my pussy. My cunt clenched down on him. It was amazing 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. His dick plowed into me. His balls smacked into my clit. Pleasure spilled over me as I moaned into my daughter’s yummy 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?” Marybeth asked, her voice brimming with delight. “Go on, Ghost. Cornhole the whore! She needs it bad.”

My tongue dove into my daughter’s flesh as the Ghost fucked me. I licked and fluttered through her cuntlips. I teased her as I rocked back into the Ghost’s thrusts. His dick churned me up. My juices flowed, coating his cock.

The Ghost ripped out his pecker. I felt so empty as I quivered in anticipation. His hand pulled my left butt-cheek from my right. I felt so exposed, my asshole a target that I just knew his cock aimed for. I lapped at our daughter’s spicy snatch as I trembled.

The Ghost rammed into my asshole.

My sphincter parted around his pussy-slicked dick. His pecker buried to the hilt in me. I gasped into our daughter’s cooch as my bowels squeezed down hard on his cock. I licked at that spicy twat before me as I savored having my bowels invaded.

The Ghost drew back. My bowels clenched around him. It was incredible. Waves of heat washed around me. My eyes squeezed shut. My heart pounded. My breasts swayed as the Ghost fucked me with passion.

I shoved my tongue deep into our daughter’s pussy as the Ghost’s powerful strokes pressed my face into her juicy twat. She gasped and moaned, humping against me. Her fiery bush caressed my lips and cheeks.

“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 ain’t I the luckiest.” The Ghost fucked me harder, my orgasm swelling inside me. The velvety friction burned against me. “I’m gonna love you all.”

“Oh, Momma!” Donna gasped, humping her hips. “Oh, Momma! Daddy loves us! Keep lickin’ me! I’m almost there!”

“Yes,” I moaned and lapped at my daughter’s twat.

The passion burned through me. My bowels clenched around the Ghost’s pecker as he hammered my bowels. The friction ignited the lust in my pussy. My cunt grew hotter and hotter. I wiggled my hips back and forth, the passion brimming inside of me. It was incredible to feel this heat swirling through me.

It billowed and writhed. This passion ached in me. I gasped. Moaned. The bliss spilled through me. My eyes fluttered. I thrust my tongue into my daughter’s juicy twat. I churned her up, and she gasped and moaned out her passion.

“Oh, yes!” she squealed. Her pussy squeezed around my tongue. Then she writhed. “I’m cummin’, Momma!”

Juices flooded my mouth as my daughter gasped out in rapture. My tongue licked up her cream. I lapped up that spicy delight. It was so wonderful. The Ghost’s cock drilled my asshole as our daughter’s moans filled the air.

“Hot damn, that’s a purtee sight!” the Ghost grunted as he fucked me. “Lap up our daughter’s juices, slut!”

“Yes,” I moaned, the depraved, incestuous thrill shooting through me.

I licked through our daughter’s twat. I lapped up her juices. I reveled in them. They were delicious. They melted on my tongue. I thrust my tongue deep into her depths. I swirled around in her. Her juices bathed me. They spilled over me.

I drank them all down.

My body shuddered as the Ghost hammered me. His balls smacked into my taint. I couldn’t take much more. The heat reached my pussy. It swelled inside of me. I whimpered, my eyes rolling back in my head.

My bowels writhed about his cock. My fingers dug into the mattress as my orgasm poured through me. I screamed my bliss into my daughter’s cunt. My asshole spasmed as her daddy buried his cock deep into my bowels.

“You just came like a whore,” the Ghost growled. “Fuck, I love that.”

His cum spurted hot into my writhing depths. I whimpered, my ass convulsing around his cock. My pussy cream gushed down my thighs as I milked his dick. His hot cum spurted over and over. I moaned into our daughter’s snatch, rubbing my face into her juicy pussy lips and fiery bush.

Pleasure spilled over my mind. Rapture danced across my thoughts. My head snapped back as I cried out in wordless rapture. My bowels milked the last of his cum into me. My orgasm peaked. Then I fell into quivering bliss.

He ripped his dick out of me. I fell atop my daughter, holding her tight as we both stared at him in delight. I could just make out his cock, soaked in my pussy cream and traces of his cum. He faced the other women.

“So, which of you sluts should I fuck next?”

They exploded in wanton passion, begging for him. For our Ghost. Such joy surged through me. We did it. We freed him from Hell.

* * *

Sheriff Caleb Barends – Boise, ID

The C-130s landed in formation, one after the other. Fighter jets screamed overhead before they circled around to land themselves. I swallowed at the display of military precision. The Legion had arrived. I stood straight, my best sex slave Corina behind me. She was ready to provide any service to the Holy Sluts. The other two waited in the lounge in case they were needed.

The lead plane taxied to a stop. The ground crews drove the ladder truck up to the camo-green plane’s hatch. I forced myself not to tremble. My emotions were mixed. On the one hand, it was an honor to meet Alison and Desiree. They were the Warlock Hunters. Their exploits were infamous. Back in May, every channel showed footage of the destroyed Patriots’ headquarters in Montana.

They were even making a movie about their exploits.

But they were here because I fucked up. I let those damn fucking cunts get too much power. Deidre and her bitches walked all over me. I was weak compared to the Holy Sluts. Those fucking dykes made a mockery of me. Anger threatened to overwhelm me again.

Last night, I had to discipline my sex slaves. They had been bad and needed their punishments.

Corina’s face wasn’t too bruised today. I never should have disciplined her face. She didn’t look so pretty with a black eye. Lesson learned. But she was a good slut and had pleasured me well afterward, even with her split lip. I was glad to have her, Vicki, and Amanda.

The plane’s hatch opened and soldiers poured out. They were quick and lean, moving with a deadly precision that made the Idaho national guard soldiers appear amateurish. These soldiers were all special forces; Desiree and Alison’s personal men. They had helped to kill the Patriots.

They would make quick work out of the Sapphicists.

Alison emerged first, her pink hair clashing with the green fatigues she wore, a handgun on her side. Desiree followed, her large breasts straining her tan tank top. As she descended the stairs, her hips swayed in her camo pants.

The two women marched across the tarmac toward me. Alison appeared a lot younger than she seemed on TV. She looked eighteen or nineteen in the face, but those eyes… They darted about with a calculation. She licked her lips, a silver tongue stud flashing in the light. What would those lips feel like around my cock?

“It is an honor to meet you, Holy Sluts,” I said and bowed, my back stiff. “I’m Sheriff Barends, commanding down in Cassia County.”

“You’re the dumb-ass that tried to take on a coven of Warlocks with your deputies?” Alison asked, derision in her voice.

I flushed. “I, er, was too hasty.”

She winked at me. “Well, me and my wife will clean this mess up.”

Desiree nodded. In a hard voice, she said, “Yes, we will.”

Another pair of women strode down the stairs from the plane. The first one was Asian, silver glasses perched on her round face. The second woman trailed behind her. She had half her hair dyed cotton-candy blue the other bright-pink.

“The Vizier?” I asked, staring at the Asian woman, recognizing her.

“Yep. We dragged Sam and her cunt Candy along to deal with this shield,” Alison said. She seemed to shake her head at the woman with the strange hair color. “Sam’s the best. If she can’t bring the shield down, we’ll have to get Master and Mistress involved.”

“And they’re off celebrating their anniversary,” Desiree added. “So we can’t bother them until they get back from Hawaii.”

Sam strode up, an excited look on her face. “Let’s get going. I want to see this shield up close. I can’t wait to study it.”

“The Legion needs to disembark,” Alison said, rolling her eyes. “The shield’s not going anywhere.”

“Er, yes, we can retire to the lounge here. Feel free to use Corina for anything.” I smiled. “She’s a very submissive girl.”

“Is that why you punched her in the eye?” Desiree growled.

I shrugged. “She likes it rough. Right, Corina?”

“I do,” she whispered, staring down like a proper, submissive slut. “If hitting me makes Master happy, then he can hit me.”

“Let’s go and talk in the lounge,” Alison said, a hard edge to her voice.

I swallowed. For such a young woman, there was an intimidating air about her. “Right. We can discuss strategy for crushing those Warlocks.”

“Among other topics.”

A chill ran down my spine, but I kept up my smile. I fucked up. I knew I’d have to eat shit. I’d grin, bear it, and show them that I was still useful. They would see they needed my knowledge and expertise. That I was valuable to the Theocracy.

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