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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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Friday, August 30th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

“Staying out of trouble, Scotty?” Mitchel Craig, my parole officer, asked me.

“Yessir, boss,” I lied.

It was complete bullshit that I was here. What was the harm in taking a few photos up a few girls’ skirts? I mean, they were wearing panties. Hell, those girls probably wear skimpier bikinis when they go to the beach, just showing off all their sweetness. The judge disagreed, particularly with my prior, and gave me three years. I was paroled in eighteen months and had to report to this slug once a month.

“You still livin’ in Paris, son?” he drawled. Craig had a fat, ruddy face, and he wiped at the sweat beading his forehead every minute with a grimy handkerchief he pulled out of his back pocket. “At that halfway house on Sperry Street?”

I nodded. It was the shithole that all the sex offenders were sent to. You had to be home by 8 PM, and your room could be searched at any time for “contraband”: porn, drugs, weapons, and booze. If you had a job, you could stay out past eight, otherwise you were confined to your room or the shitty common area with a broken TV, a couch from the fifties that had lost all of its padding, and a chess board missing half its pieces.

I ground my teeth as the fat sack of shit drawled on and on with his dumb questions. I wanted to mosey my way over to Boone College and watch the barely legal cheerleaders practice. It was the Friday before Labor Day weekend, and there wouldn’t be any classes until Tuesday. It was bad enough having to go three days without watching those fine young things shaking their stuff, let alone adding another day because my PO liked to hear himself talk.

I wasn’t, strictly speaking, supposed to be watching the girls. I was a voyeur, and over the years my tendencies has landed me in a mess of trouble. When I was nineteen, I got a job at Boone College in my home town of Paris, Texas as a janitor. Well, I drilled a hole in the girl’s locker room and enjoyed the sights for a whole month before I got caught. That landed me my first stint in prison. Sentenced to six years; out in three on good behavior. I thought I got smarter after I got out, thought I got more careful. But at twenty-seven, I was caught in the Paris Commons, the local mall, with my digital camera hidden in my shoe taking upskirt shots.

I just couldn’t stop. I loved watching girls.

I often fantasized about being a fly on the wall, just watching them up close. Or I imagined being one of them superheroes who can turn himself invisible. I would just sit in locker rooms, watch the gals, and jerk my pecker.

I just had to see the ladies naked; I couldn’t help myself.

Since my parole last month, I’d already snuck a camera into the locker room at the Y and for three days got some delightful footage before the memory stick filled up.

“I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Scotty Adams,” my PO warned. “Don’t think you can be peeping on the girls under my watch.”

“Sure thing, boss,” I said, nodding. The dumb sack of shit had no idea what I’ve been up to since I got out. I glanced at the old, analogue clock on the wall; there was still time to watch the practice.

The cheerleaders were jumping around when I arrived. Their pretty legs flashing as they cartwheeled around, their firm breasts jiggling beneath their red tops. And when those gold-and-black pleated skirts flipped up and you could see their black, tight spankies that hugged their asses, well it was like I died and gone to heaven.

Their school mascot was the lion, and the cheerleaders called themselves the Lionesses. They were so fierce, it made my pecker stand up hard in my jeans. I shifted, subtly groping myself as I watched them fine, young things prancing across the field.

Sadly, it was over all too quick.

Bored, I wandered over to the public library. Maybe I’d surf some porn, or check out what was happening on Reddit. You could always fine some girl posting a titillating selfie there. I browsed some porn for an hour, receiving a few dirty looks from a mother. Luckily, the first amendment protected pornography as free speech so the shrewish librarian couldn’t do anything about it. There was a downside: I couldn’t jerk off.

My balls aching too much, so I switched over to a few sites I liked to visit. One was called the Unearthed Arcana, a forum for people who loved the occult to post theories on, or to inform people on the latest revelations from spirit channelings and the like.

My first love was spying on pretty young things.My second was the occult. I just ate that shit up. I read Alice Bailey, Madam Blavatsky, Alestier Crowely, David Icke, and all the rest. At night I would listen to Coast to Coast AM with George Noory. They were always preaching the truth about the government and aliens and the like.

I loved it.

While browsing the forum of UnearthedArcana.com, I came across a post by someone called attaboy-simon. He claimed that the rising power in the Northwest, Mark Glassner, had sold his soul to Lucifer. It was all outlined in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. I grinned and dug in to the post.

There was quite the lively debate. The Miraclists that worshiped Mark as a God were quite the fervent defenders, deriding the original poster for even suggesting that their God would consort with demons. But attaboy-simon said he was going to prove them all wrong.

His final post simply read: “I did it haters, fuk you and fuk your god! Lucifer gave me entire cheerleading squad!!” It was accompanied by a picture of a man and more than a dozen smiling, naked girls holding pompoms.

My heart stopped.

Lucifer gave me an entire cheerleading squad, echoed over and over in my mind. What if this worked?

He posted a link to the book. I clicked it. Devoured it.

I read through the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. It had an authentic feel to it. I’d read a few grimoires, like the Lesser Keys of Solomon and the Emerald Tablets of Hermes. This felt right, so I printed off the pages on how to summon Lucifer. It would be well worth the thirty cents the library charged for printing if this actually worked.

My hands shook. I could get three wishes for my soul. I was going to hell anyways—just ask my pa. He was a Baptist preacher. He’d know.

What more, I could realize my dream. I could become invisible and spy on women. But that was only one wish. What could I do with the other two? I smiled, thinking on the possibilities. I had to do this. It was the chance of a lifetime. I would have to break curfew, but it’d be worth it. Curfew wouldn’t matter if this actually worked.

I bought a steak from the grocery store, stole a grill out of someone’s backyard, and squatted in an empty house on the outskirts of Paris. There I waited for the sun to rise with a case of Coors to keep me company.

I fell asleep.

Luckily, I remembered to set the alarm on my cell phone. The beeping woke up before dawn. I groaned, for a moment, forgetting why I was out here. I shifted on my back, staring up at the dark sky, grumbling, “Da fuck? Why you wakin’ me up this…”

My words trailed off as I stared at the grill.

I grinned, my pecker stiff.

I lit the grill and watched for the sun to rise. According to the book, if I offered a heifer as a sacrifice at dawn, I could summon Lucifer. Well, I hoped this steak came from a heifer and not a bull, because if not…

“Come on,” I muttered.

The wait for the sun took an eternity. The horizon lightened, fading from black to dark blue to light blue to gray. Hints of rose and orange blushed the horizon. Anticipation shook me. My hand clenched about the bloody steak. Juices dribbled down to my wrist. I ignored it.

As the horizon grew brighter, I thrust the steak out over the burning grill, waiting for the first ray of the sun. Heat rippled up, caressing my hand. My skin grew tighter like some pecker-headed asshole was ratcheting it tight.

Golden light broached the horizon. It pierced my eye. The sight set me off like the crack of a pistol at a race. I released the steak. It dropped onto the coals, sizzled.

“The Shining One, Son of the Morning,” I shouted at the sun, the words seared into my mind. I could never forget them. “I give this pleasing offering of flesh and ask that you appear before me. The Shining One, Son of the Morning, appear before your humble servant so that he may beg three favors from you!”

For a moment, nothing happened. The steak cooked, the savory scent mixed with burning charcoal and the sting of butane lighter fluid. My hand lowered while disappointment curdled in my stomach. “Course it doesn’t work.”

A wind howled into me, whipping dust into my face. I flinched, raising my hand against the horizon and… through the glare of the rising sun, I spotted a dust devil racing across the dry fields towards me. It whipped at the golden grass, ripping up tufts and throwing them out. The straw drifted down.

“Fuck me!” I gasped, stepping back in fear as the brown whirlwind bore down right at me.

The wind howled as the swirling dust roared closer, moving in a straight line, not meandering they way a dust devil should. I swallowed at the mini-tornado. I didn’t know what to do. Should I run? Dust devils didn’t normally hurt, but…

It stopped, just a few feet away, whirling in place.

I licked my lips in fear. This was definitely not natural. I was just about to take another step back when the wind stopped blowing. The swirling dust suddenly drifted out in a diffusing blonde while out stepped a handsome man in a dark suit, immaculately clean despite the brown detritus settled around him.

“Hello, Scotty Adams,” the man greeted, a friendly smile on his lips. He looked normal, the sort of handsome man who found success selling used cars, his chin chiseled and his eyes…

They were scarlet.

I swallowed. My heart leaped up into my throat.

He strode up to me, crimson eyes sweeping up and down me. “What’s the term they use these days?” he asked, pursing his lips. “Oh yes, you rang?”

I swallowed. “You’re Lucifer?”

“Really, son, I thought you’d be brighter than that.” He sighed. “You said the words, made the offering; who did you think would show up in a swirling cloud of dust?”

I gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, hoss.”

His scarlet eyes studied me.

I shifted, feeling like a bug.

After a minute, he asked, “Well, what do you want? It’s a very busy time for me.”

“Yessir, I guess.” I shrugged. “I mean, Halloween just ’round the corner, right?” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, so I quickly added, “I wish to be able to turn invisible. Like, with just a thought.”

“Really?” Lucifer asked, a slight smile on his lips. “That’s a first.”

“Well, I mean, I’m pretty average looking, an no one ever gives me no second glance. But, even still, I get notice far too much. Bein’ invisible, well, that’d just make things easier on me, hoss.”

“Okay, Scotty,” Lucifer grinned. “One down, two to go.”

“Well, when I’m invisible, I’m gonna molest women, and I want them to enjoy what I do and not freak out somethin’ terrible.” It occurred to me last night that spying on women was fun, but touching them, feeling their most intimate parts, well that would be even better.

Lucifer nodded. I was surprised to see understanding in his eyes, not disgust.

“For my last wish, I want to be immune from exposure when I’m invisible. Y’know, no sunburns, no frostbite, no hypothermia, or that heat stroke.”

“Done.” There was a flash of scarlet light and yellow smoke that smelled of rotten eggs. When it faded, a contract, printed on yellowing paper, appeared in his hand. “Read it, then sign on the dotted line.”

I quickly read it. It was surprisingly straightforward. Lawyers could learn a thing or two. “Looks good.”

Lucifer produced an old-fashioned fountain pen. I shrugged and reached out to take it. Only he jabbed the sharp point into my thumb. Pain spiked through me. A drop of blood welled up only for the nib to draw it up into it.

“Guess that figures,” I said, as I took the pen from him.

I signed in my own blood.

Lucifer took back the pen, pricked his own thumb, and signed in the line beneath it. He grinned, nodded at me, and vanished in a gust of swirling dust. I blinked, recoiling back from the sudden eruption of wind.

“Damn,” I muttered as the dust settled around me. “Just like that, huh?”

No answered.

I drew in a deep breath and wondered if it actually worked. Had I just sold my soul for three wishes? Only one way to find out.

I held out my arms before me, concentrated, and then to my delight, my arm vanished. There was just the sleeve from my Megadeath T-shirt. I moved my arm, the sleeve moving but I couldn’t see my flesh. I waved my fingers before my eyes and… I couldn’t see my nose at the bottom of my vision.

“Holy shit, it worked,” I muttered.

I marched into the house, stepping over piles of garbage, and found the bathroom. The mirror was dusty, but you could see. I smiled as I checked out my reflection. I was just clothes around nothing. It was like that movie Hollow Man with Kevin Bacon.

I whooped in delight.

I marched out of the house and right onto the street. People were heading off to work up and down the street. A car passed, a man frowning as he stared at my clothes hovering in the air. Then he grabbed his coffee mug and took a long drink as he kept driving on.

I chuckled and peeled off my clothes, I didn’t need them any longer. I was free. I ripped off my shirt, slamming it on the ground. I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my ratty socks. I shoved down my jeans, the denim sliding off my now invisible legs.

“Hot-damn, this is amazin’,” I muttered as I stood there naked.

My cock hard, I strutted down the street, the sun’s warmth kissing my ass. It was exhilarating. I was naked and no one could see me, could judge me, or tell me what I was doing was wrong! I was free of all the bullshit morality that sent me to prison twice just for a little bit of harmless fun. It’s not like I touched any of those girls; just looked at their fine, young bodies.

Well, I had the freedom to touch them now!

I reveled in my newfound liberty. The street was warm on the soles of my feet as I walked down the black asphalt. I quickly missed my shoes, but I sucked up the pain. People used to go barefoot all the time back in olden times; my feet would toughen up.

There were, however, other problems.

I had to dodge out of the way of pedestrians. They had no idea I was there. I jumped to the side of a man marching forward, about to call him an asshole when a foolish surge shot through me. He couldn’t see me. I reached the corner, waiting for the light to change so I could cross.

When it did, I stepped out into the street. Tires growled on asphalt, that rasp of rubber caused when a car was turning. I looked to my left and—

“Shit!”

I jumped back onto the curb as the car drove in front of me, a foot from running me over. The driver had no idea I was crossing the road. I shivered, realizing how close I came to getting seriously hurt.

“Just gotta be careful,” I told myself. “It’s worth it.”

It was.

I crossed the street, looking with care for anyone making any turns. This was all an adjusting. I needed to shift my outlook on life. I had to expect people to blunder in to me. To be aware of them, of how they were driving. I felt like a soldier marching through enemy territory, on guard for sudden attacks.

Dogs were another problem.

“What’s wrong?” the guy asked as his pit bull snarled at me, barking and growling. The beast couldn’t see me, but he could smell me. Hear me. “Come on. Let’s go.”

I backed against the wall, all too aware that my pecker was just at biting level and exposed. The owner tugged on the leash, dragging away his dog. Cars, dogs, and pedestrians. I had to watch out for all of them. I wasn’t going to fuck this up. I was going to revel in my wish.

I knew it would all be worth it as I walked up behind a woman waiting to cross the road.

She was wearing a lavender sundress with a short skirt. It draped over that rump just begging to be enjoyed. I seized the hem of her dress and lifted it up. I groaned as I explored more and more of her lush legs until her panty-covered rump came into view.

It was a delicious, plump ass.

Then she she spun around. “Hey!”

Her anger died to confusion as she expected to see someone behind her. I almost laughed as she peered right through me. The way she blinked and shook her head was priceless, Muttering, she turned back to face the light.

That ass beckoned. I gave her a squeeze, feeling that plumpness through her skirt. Instead of freaking out at the touch like she had when I lifted her skirt, she instead wiggled her cute rump back into my hand and sighed.

I gave her another squeeze, liking this, my dick throbbing before me, thrusting invisible about her.

“Who’s there?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. Then she turned around, her arm outstretched, questing.

I jumped back, grinning as she swept her arms out, searching for me. Her forehead furrowed. Her tongue flicked across her lips. I loved this.

Feeling bold, I grabbed her breast through her blouse. My invisible fingers kneaded her flesh, dimpling the cloth of her dress. Her eyes widened. Her nipple hardened into my palm. Fear and pleasure flickered across her face.

My wishes worked. She was growing aroused. She liked my touch.

“What is going on?” she asked, her voice tight while my thumb massaged her hard nipple, loving the feel of it.

I opened my mouth when—

Something crashed into me. I stumbled forward and fell onto the concrete. I groaned, my hip throbbing. I rolled onto my back to see a big man blinking in confusion, his gut stretching out his dress shirt.

“Did I bump into you, ma’am?” he asked, sounding confused.

The woman just let out a squeak of fear and fled across the street, running fast for a woman in heels. My hip throbbing, I gained my feet. I darted towards the road but the growl of a car engine pulled me up short.

A Cadillac drove through the intersection. More traffic flowed behind it. The light had changed. I ground my teeth as the beauty in the lavender dress fled down the street and darted into an apartment complex.

“Fuck me,” I muttered.

The fat guy who bumped into me looked around.

I sighed then brightened up. There were other women to play with.

I kept strolling towards the Paris Commons. It was Saturday and the young women would be flocking to the clothing stores at the mall. I picked up my pace, eager to get my hands on some pretty, young thing. My pecker was hard with anticipation, bouncing before me.

It was challenging to walk through the mall. I had to hug the walls to avoid bumping into people. They flowed along, oblivious to my presence. My head scanned around. Needed to find the right place to have my fun and…

I spotted the Banana Tropics clothing store across the way. Young women, college coeds, liked to shop there. They had dressing rooms. My pecker throbbed at that idea. I grinned as I stared at it, watching the flowing stream of people passing between me and the store.

I clenched my fist. I was too horny to let getting trampled stop me.

I saw my opening in a flow, a large group, and darted forward. My bare feet slapped on the vinyl flooring. My hard cock bounced before me. I reached the cell phone kiosk in the center, crouched by a rack of colorful cases. I stared at the flow of traffic. A knot of guys and girls passed, laughing and chortling. The way was clear.

I burst out of it and—

Fuck. A guy, power walking like a douche, rounded a slowly plodding fat bitch. The asshole came right for me. My bare feet bit into the floor. I stumbled back, narrowly missing the asshole, the tip of my cock almost grazing him.

Footsteps smacked. A woman marched at me.

“Damn!” I snarled.

She looked up, blinking as I darted for the door, the lumbering fat woman coming closer, wheezing with every step. I shuddered, not wanting to touch her. I was here for fine, young flesh. Hot and tight and perfect.

I gave a burst of speed and cleared her bulk, entering the boutique. A rack of clothing came up at me fast. I grunted, stopping, the soles of my feet burning as I slid on the thin carpeting of the store, heat burning across them.

I stopped just before crashing into the rack.

A tall girl with an okay figure, her face was long and narrow like a horse, shifted through the clothing, hangers rasping as they slid over metal tubing. She glanced over at me, her forehead furrowing, only emphasizing just how plain she was.

I could do better.

Catching my breath, I moved into the store to find the perfect girl to stalk. The next one I came across was a chunky gal in her thirties, not the land whale I avoided in the hallway. She was even cute, but I wanted hot. I had to find a girl who would melt my balls. Sadly, the heavy girl was browsing tight clothing. In my opinion, spandex was a privilege, not a right.

The sound of a hanger sliding along a rack, mixed with the whisk of clothing, drew my attention and…

“Damn,” I muttered, grinning.

There she was. A ripe, barely legal hottie.

My dick throbbed as I advanced on her. She was short and petite with long, honey-brown hair and vibrant, green eyes. She wore a shy smile on her face as she browsed through the rack. Her eyes lit up when she pulled a skirt off and added it to the collection she had draped over her arm, joining a pair of shorts and a few other skirts and blouses.

I followed her as she strolled to the dressing room, her head drifting around to drink in the sights. Mine was locked on her cute rump swishing in the skinny jeans she wore. That ass looked poured into those pants. My dick throbbed.

She headed to the farthest changing room and opened the white door. I moved quickly, stopping the door from closing. She frowned as the door brushed her. I squeezed by, almost touching her. I kept myself pressed against the wall, clutching my cock against my belly.

She frowned, shaking the door. It moved normally. “Someone there?” she asked with a dulcet voice. “Hello?”

I tried to stop my heart from beating and breath as softly as possible. My pecker was rock-hard with excitement. She was so close to me. I could just grab her, but I wanted to savor this moment of anonymity.

Shaking her head, she closed the door, locked it.

I smiled. She thought she was alone, but she had no idea I was in here. She hung her clothes on the hook then grabbed the hem of her loose, white blouse and pulled it over her head. I almost groaned as her bare back came into view, marred only by the straps of her white bra crossing it. In the mirror, I could see her small breasts cradled in the cups.

Thank you attaboy-simon!

This was so much better than upskirt shots and peepholes. I was just a foot away from a barely legal girl, probably a freshman at college, who was stripping off her clothes. I grasped my pecker, stroking it slowly as she kicked off her flip-flops. I fought a groan as the fastener of her jeans popped and the zipper rasped.

My heart nearly stopped as she wiggled her hips, a delicious sway from side to side, to help her work off her tight jeans. I bit my lip to keep from groaning at the sight of her white panties decorated with Minnie Mouse. Her underwear clung to her slender ass, the fabric digging into her butt-crack and outlining both her cheeks. She bent over farther, allowing met to see the gusset of her panties pulled tight against her pussy, a few wisps of brown hair pubic hair peeking out of her leg holes.

I almost came just from that sight. If I had been stroking my pecker any harder, my cum would have been splashing all over her rear. I stroked harder, trying to be as quiet as I could, but the sight before me was just too much. Pleasure rippled down my dick, my balls growing tighter.

This was abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely amazing.

She pulled the shorts off its hanger and stepped into them. She worked them up those lithe legs, her ass wiggling. She hummed as she did, so cute and innocent. I couldn’t wait to soil her. But for now, I drank in her purity as she turned, looking at her ass in the mirror. Her breasts were just inches away now.

I stroked my pecker fast, trying not to let my hand smack into my crotch. I bit my lips to keep from moaning. But I couldn’t help it. She was just so amazing. I was breathing heavily. A little groan rumbling out of me.

“Is someone there?” the girl asked. She frowned as she smoothed down a flowery blouse, one of the tops she’d picked out, over her nubile body.

I slowed my strokes, my dick’s tip throbbing. My precum coated my shaft.

“Hello?” she asked again, peering at the door just past me. I struggled not to breathe. She shook her head then turned to the mirror. Her smile returned as she modeled her clothes in the mirror, turning her body.

“No, that’s not it,” she said and ripped off her blouse.

Then she had to wiggle out of those shorts. I had another wonderful sight of her ass swaying, her Minnie Mouse panties coming back into view. The eighteen-year-old bent over, pointing her pussy right at me. She was only inches away. The only thing separating her snatch from my cock were those tight, girlish panties.

I stroked my dick furiously, staring at the cleft of her pussy. I fought the groan. My toes curled. My orgasm spiked through me so fast. Pleasure shot through me as my dick unloaded my jizz. My entire body burned while the rapture slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision as I savored this wonderful moment of voyeuristic rapture.

This was the pinnacle of being a peeping Tom. Of jerking off inches from the girl, my cum splattering her panties. My body shuddered as every last spurt of my jizz fired out of me and splashed on her rump.

The girl squealed. She straightened up and… it turned out my cum was invisible. I couldn’t really see it on her ass and crotch, save her panties began clinging to her flesh, clearly wet but whatever staining them had the same hue as before.

“What the fuck?” she gasped and spun around, staring wildly. She reached behind her, rubbing at her ass.

At my cum.

She held her hand before her face and rubbed her fingers like there was something on them. I could smell the salty scent of my jizz spilling through the air. I groaned, still jerking my cock as I stared at her confusion.

“What is going on?” she muttered, her eyes flicking out around the room.

God, my pecker was still hard. My wishes worked. This was just too exciting, but I needed more. I needed to touch her. No more watching. No more just staring at pretty, young things. It was my turn to enjoy them. I sold my soul for this right.

As she she turned to grab her clothes, I made my move. My hands seized the back of her bra and, with a twist, unclasped it. The ends fell loose down her back as she let out a squeal of shock. She spun around again, her hands clutching her bra cups to her breasts as one strap fell off her shoulder.

Her lower lip trembled.

I seized both her wrists. She gasped, staring down at her hands as I tugged. She didn’t ‘resist as I pulled her hands away. She just trembled, confusion washing across her face while her bra slipped off and exposed her small, snowy breasts topped with dark-red nipples.

“Damn, you sure are a purtee and innocent thang,” I muttered.

She bit her lips, staring down at her arms, trying to see what force held her wrists. Then her head snapped up as she asked, “A-are you a ghost?”

“Sure am,” I answered with a smile, liking that belief. “I’m a pervy ghost attracted to the only the most purtiest girls.”

She flushed and her nipples hardened. “You think I’m pretty?”

I pulled her right hand down to my hard pecker. Her eyes widened as she gripped my shaft, squeezing gently. It was incredible to have her hand wrapped about it. Her fingers were warm and soft. A dizzy thrill rippled through me.

“Feel how hard I am for you, sweetness,” I groaned.

She gasped and let go, her entire body flushed beat red, from her breasts up to her neck, scarlet blazing across her cheeks. “I did that?”

“Sure thang, sweetness,” I said. “Mmm, I just got to have you.”

“Have me?” Her eyes widened. “You mean…”

“Sure thang,” I said as my hands released her wrists and shot to her breasts.

She gasped as I squeezed her tits. They were soft yet firm. My thumbs swept over her silky skin and brushed her prominent nipples. I massaged her nubs and areolas in fast circles. She moaned, her mouth opening wider, her eyes fluttering.

My dick throbbed as I touched her, my wish flowing into her, making her enjoy this. It was controlling her. I loved it, staring at her tits, my fingers invisible to even me. You could only detect them by the way they deformed her breasts as I kneaded her pliant flesh.

“Do you need relief, Mr. Ghost?” she asked. “Do you have a bad case of blue-balls keepin’ you from passin’ on?”

“I do. I’m in so much pain,” I groaned. I moved my right hand down her body, stroking her smooth stomach.

“That’s not good,” she whimpered. She sucked in her belly as I stroked down her flesh. “Not good at all.”

“No it ain’t, sweetness,” I purred as I reached her panties. My finger stroked the waistband, feeling the elastic. “I just need a purtee, young thang like you to give me some relief. Y’know, so I can get to heaven!”

I slipped a finger into her panties and felt her silky pubic hair. I wiggled it back and forth, loving how warm she was. My left hand kept kneading her right breast, my thumb massaging her nipple. She trembled and whimpered, breathing heavily. Her tongue flicked across her lips.

Then her hands reached out and brushed my body. Her trembling fingers felt my flesh, sliding down my stomach. My grin only grew, my hand squeezing her tit harder. My wish drove her to want to please me.

She found my pecker. Her slender fingers wrapped about it.

“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll help you, Mr. Ghost.”

“Rufus,” I said. “Call me Rufus Scott, sweetness.” Rufus Scott was some bigwig from a long time ago. His mansion was a tourist attraction.

“I’m Mindy. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Scott.” She shook my pecker like we were shaking hands.

Chuckling, I knelt down before her, my finger still buried in her panties’ waistband. I slid it along to her hip while my left hand grabbed the other side. I yanked down her panties. She gasped in surprise as I unveiled her bush, her pubic hair darker than the tresses falling about her cute face. Her excitement matted down her silk.

I smiled; my Pact was exceeding my wildest expectations.

She stepped out of her panties and I brought them to my nose inhaling her scent. She smelled sweet and fresh like a summer meadow. I hungered. I wanted a taste. I couldn’t resist. I buried my face between her thighs, her silky pubic hair brushing my mouth. I pressed into her bush, and her hot flesh melted against my lips, making my pecker throb.

I licked.

I never went down on a girl before, but damn if she didn’t taste wonderful. I had to get another taste. Her sweet cream coated my tongue. She wiggled, her firm breasts swaying above me as I feasted on her treat.

“Oh, Mr. Scott!” she gasped.

“Shh, you don’t wanna get caught,” I warned her.

“Sorry,” she whispered, then clapped her hand over her mouth.

I kept licking her, tonguing her, loving her. My tongue exposed her tight slit. I parted her, revealing her pink, wet depths. I slid my tongue through her groove, gathering her tasty juices. Her eyes fluttered as her face contorted with bliss, her moans muffled by her hand.

I sucked and nibbled on her pussy lips, then I found a hard button at the top of her pussy. I licked it and she shuddered and moaned into her hand. It was her clitoris. The pleasure button on a chick. I sucked it into my lips and she bucked like a bronco on my lips.

I held on for dear life.

My hands gripped her rump as I sucked on it. She squealed into her hand. Her juices flooded out of her. They coated my face. I loved the taste. Her small titties jiggled as I realized she was cumming already, exploding like a firework.

I lapped at her pussy, loving this. Her juices tasted even sweeter, even fresher, as they flowed out of her convulsing snatch. I licked my tongue across her folds, delighting in her flavor. She let out a squeak, her body swaying.

Then she panted, her hand falling away. She had such a happy smile on her lips. “Oh wow, I’ve never came so hard before. Thank you, Mr. Scott.”

“You’re more than welcome, sweetness,” I said, smacking my lips. “You tasted amazin’ the way a purtee, young thang should be.”

She beamed at me. Then her smile turned naughty and wanton. “Maybe… we should attend to your problem.”

“Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely, sweetness,” I panted as I bolted to my feet.

I pressed her body against the stall wall. I lifted her by the rump, raising her pussy to my cock. She was so light. I squeezed her ass as she whimpered, her legs wrapping around my waist. I shuddered as her wet cunt rubbed against my pecker.

I stared into her eyes. She didn’t quite look back at mine. She squirmed, rubbing her snatch against me. My dick throbbed against her, loving the feel of her wet flesh on mine. It was finally happening. I was finally fucking one of those sweet, young coeds I’d been lusting after.

I thrust forward.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Scott,” she cooed as I sank into her pussy. “You’re so big.”

“And you’re so tight, sweetness,” I moaned.

Though she was tight, her pussy squeezing down around me, she was no virgin. No hymen stopped me from burying to the depths in her. I shuddered, her small breasts pressed against my chest, her legs wrapped around me.

Feeling powerful, I stepped back, keeping her impaled on my cock, no longer using the wall to hold her up. She was buried on my dick, clinging to me. Mindy cooed, her body trembling, her pussy squeezing down on my dick

“Oh, yes, Mr. Scott!” she moaned, her flesh clenching on me. “You’re so big. Mmm, I love it.”

“I bet you do, sweetness,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in her. “Now fuck me. Take care of my problem.”

“Yes!” she moaned.

She pumped her hips, working her cunt up and down my pecker. I groaned, enjoying the silky tightness of her pussy. Her flesh clung to me. Her thighs flexed as she fucked me, her breasts rubbing against my neck. She clung to me, whimpering as she worked that tight, young pussy up and down my dick.

I glanced at the mirror and grinned. All you could see was Mindy floating in the air, writhing like a bitch in heat. I turned around, facing away from the mirror then looked over my shoulder. I could see her pussy gaping open, her pink hole filled with my invisible pecker spreading her open.

“Oh, fuck this is wild!” I moaned, pumping my hips and slamming into her

“I can see down my pussy!” she gasped. “Oh, it’s so pretty! Mmm, your ghost pecker feels so great inside me!”

“I bet it does,” I groaned, my balls drinking in the delight of her pussy. Though I just came a few minutes ago, her tight, barely legal cunt was quickly building me up to another orgasm.

My balls smacked into her as I thrust and she slid her pussy down my cock. Our flesh slapped together. She whimpered and added a twist to her hips as she fucked me, driving me crazy with pleasure. I pumped my ass as fast as I could, slamming my cock into her juicy snatch.

Pleasure radiated down my dick. The friction of her sweet pussy engulfed my cock, my sensitive tip turning it into pleasure. I groaned, gripping her firm ass as I plowed into her. My lips nuzzled into her neck. I sucked and nibbled on her flesh.

She squealed in delight. She hugged me tighter, her nipples hard and her breasts soft as they rubbed against my chest. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around me. Her juices flowed while my balls tightened.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned. “Sweet Jesus, I’m gonna cum again!”

“Do it, sweetness!” I moaned.

Our flesh slapped together louder and louder. We had to finish before the store clerk interrupted us. I gripped her rump and worked her pussy up and down my dick. She gasped into my ear, trembling on me.

The silky walls of her pussy rubbed the head of my pecker with every thrust, sending pleasure that radiated out from my dick. I could feel my orgasm nearing. I was crossing that threshold. There was no stopping me. I pumped wildly into her sweet snatch, my balls getting closer and closer to exploding.

Just a few more thrusts, and I would be there.

“Fuck!” I grunted as I slammed into her. My cum boiled into her cunt. “Goddamn fuckin’ hell!”

My cum fired hard and fast into her. I flooded her, the pleasure radiating through my body. Stars burst across my vision. I groaned, my head shaking. I gripped her rump as the pleasure slammed into my mind with each blast.

Then she gasped. Her pussy spasmed about me. Her cunt went wild as my cum fired into her snatch. It was incredible. The heat of her flesh convulsed around my dick. Her juices flooded out, bathing my balls.

“You got one amazin’ cooch, Mindy!” I howled as my orgasm peaked, my final blast of cum firing into her barely legal snatch.

“Oh wow!” she gasped, bucking in my arms as her cunt milked my pecker dry. “Oh, Sweet Jesus, yes! Yes! Oh crud, I’m cumming hard!”

She writhed in my arms, her pussy spasming about my dick. I savored it as I came down from my orgasmic high. She whimpered, rubbing her cheek against mine as her pleasure died in her. I held her tight, savoring the smell of her sweet cunt perfuming the air.

“Mmm, that was nice,” she cooed, shifting on me.

“Yeah,” I said, letting her go.

We both groaned as she slipped off my hard dick. She stumbled back, her entire body flushed, her face shining with her joy. She fanned at her cheeks, her eyes twinkling with her pleasure. She licked her lips then said, “Good thing you’re a ghost, ’cause I’m not on the pill.”

“Good thing,” I laughed then opened the doors.

As I slipped out of the changing room, I caught one last look of her naked body. My invisible cum was buried inside of her, soaking into her fertile depths. Wouldn’t that be rich if she got pregnant?

I whistled as I strolled out of the changing room, passing the clerk, a pretty young woman with black hair. She blinked and looked around for the source of the sound as I sauntered on by. She had a firm-looking butt. I gave her a pinch.

“What the fuck?” she screamed in surprise.

I grinned. Mindy wore me out. I would need a break before I could go again.

So I headed to my favorite spot in the whole mall. If you stood underneath the stairs that led to the second floor, you could see up a woman’s skirt through the gaps between the steps. I stretched out on the floor mall’s cold, hard floor. It was uncomfortable, but the view was well worth it. And who knows, in an hour or so, I bet I could find another woman to help a poor, suffering Ghost get some relief.

Damn, I was glad I sold my soul. It was worth it.

To be continued…

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