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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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Saturday, August 31st, 2013 – Paris, Texas

At dawn this morning, I sold my soul to Lucifer, the Devil himself, for the power to turn myself invisible. It was the best decision I ever made.

I loved peeping on women. I loved spying on pretty, young things without them knowing it. I was a voyeur, and being invisible was the ultimate way to satisfy my predilection. Just an hour ago, I slipped unseen into a changing room at a clothing store and watched a girl named Mindy try on her new blouse. I spanked it hard and came across her panty-clad ass.

She was so confused when she felt my invisible cum—yep, even my jizz can’t be seen—splashing across her rump and soaking through her panties. She was just a sexy thing, I ended up fucking her hard. I told her I was a ghost who couldn’t pass on to heaven unless my blue balls were fixed.

Thanks to my final wish of the three I made, my touch turned her so on that she was willing to help me out. I pounded her snatch hard and left her full of my cum in her fertile pussy.

To recharge my batteries after my romp with Mindy, I stretched out on the cold floor of the Paris Commons beneath the stairs leading to the upper floor. I smiled, staring up women’s skirts between the gaps in the runners. It was my favorite spot in the whole mall, and now I didn’t need to be afraid of getting caught.

My pecker was stirring from the flashes of panties I was glimpsing. I was on the prowl for my next sexy, young girl to molest while enjoying the sights.

There was nothing like the thrill of looking up a lady’s skirt and seeing her unmentionables. Of peeping on what she only wanted to show her lover. I was stealing something intimate from them while they had no ideas. It was so exciting, always wondering what sort of panties I would see. I loved them all: plain, white panties; cute panties with cartoon characters, or hearts, or kisses; sexy panties made of gauzy fabric, lace, and bright bows. Boy-shorts, bikini, high-cut, cheekies, tangas, thongs, g-strings, and even the plain-old classic-cut.

I loved them all!

Color flashed out of the corner of my eyes. I glanced at the base of the stairs and saw a pair of tan knees peeking out beneath a green-and-red tartan skirt. I smiled, watching the schoolgirl mount the stairs. I loved the anticipation, wondering what sort of panties she would have on. She was young, a freshman or sophomore in college. I was betting on cute panties with some adorable animal printed on them.

I caught a flash of hot pink between her legs; my pecker stiffened. On her next step, I had one perfect moment where I could see straight up between her legs at the filmy gusset of her panties. The material, molding to the lips of her cooch, was transparent enough that I could make out her shaved slit and a landing-strip of dark pubic hair.

“Well, Scotty,” I muttered to myself, “you were so wrong.”

I grinned; I’d found my next playmate.

I rolled out from beneath the stairs. I had to dodge a bevy of shoppers to pursue the pretty, young thing. No one could see me, and that made it difficult to move through a crowded mall. Luckily, I was a skinny guy, and slipped through. I was becoming adept at watching my surroundings, like a soldier in enemy territory.

Chuckling at that thought, I raced up the stairs. I took the runners two at a time, my hard pecker bouncing before me. Reaching the landing, I searched for Miss Tartan-Skirt. I looked to my left, straining to see the red and green of her skirt.

Nothing.

Frustration squeezed my hammering heart. I had to find her. I had to see those panties up close then expose what they were covering. I whipped my head about in a desperate search, side-stepping to avoid a pimply youth in cargo shorts.

Where was she?

I looked to my right, nimbly dodging around an old man in a scooter that almost barreled into me.

Did I lose her?

Disappointment soured my stomach.

I lost her.

As I turned to walk back down the stairs, I caught a flash of red-and-green skirt disappearing into a woman’s shoe store. My pecker twitched, reinvigorated by that glimpse of her, my mouth salivating for the chase.

I grinned and hugged the wall as I hurried down the second-floor balcony to the store. I twisted to avoid colliding with a woman’s shopping bags. In moments, I reached the window and peered in, absently stroking my hard pecker.

There she was, looking at tennis shoes. She wore a white blouse, with very short, ruffled sleeves. Her hair was long, black, and gathered in a plaited braid. Her head cocked to the side, her face round and innocent set with those dark doe-eyes.

She found a pair of shoes and sat down on a bench. I hurried into the store, navigating the shelves to kneel on the floor before her, gripping my pecker while my heart raced. Her legs were spread wide, but her skirt fell down to almost her knees. I had to lean over, almost lying on my side, so I could peer up her skirt and…

Almost forgot myself and groaned.

There was the treasure hidden between her legs. A lovely pair of panties cupping her innocent flesh. It had fringe of pink lace surrounding the leg holes. In fact, the panties were made entirely of pink lace that left her pussy on display, her flesh bleeding through the material.

What a naughty girl.

I shifted around, now kneeling before her, my head almost between her legs as she tried on her shoes. I admired those panties. She had no idea she was showing them to me as she hummed along, so sweet and pure.

She moved, sliding her feet back and closing her legs. I jerked my head up, her knees almost clipping me. I scurried back as she stood up, bumping into the display rack.

Miss Tartan-Skirt squeaked in surprise, flinching back as the shelf rocked and shook, its collection of socks swinging from their hooks. She frowned at it then shrugged and went back to staring down at her shoes. She took some steps, testing them out; my eyes were glued to the way her ass swayed beneath her skirt.

I stroked my pecker, a slow pump up and down my shaft, as I watched her tight ass. She turned around, allowing me to admire the front. I smiled as I noticed how her breasts filled out her top. I could just make out the shadow of her bra beneath.

What did that dainty garment look like? Hot pink and lacy, like the panties, with her hard nipples and pink areola visible through the transparent fabric? Or something else?

Miss Tartan-Skirt shook her head, kicked off the shoes, and returned them to the box. Then she started to browse the shelves. I moved behind her, still stroking myself. As she studied a pair of shoes, half-bent over, I moved close until I judged my pecker, which I couldn’t see, was an inch from her pert ass. Feeling bold, invincible, I stroked the nape of her neck.

“Holy jeez!” she yelped.

Laughing silently, I stepped back as she whirled around. She stared in confusion through me, her doe-eyes wide. I stroked my pecker faster, pleasure spilling down my shaft as her breasts rose and fell in her blouse.

She rubbed the back of her neck then turned back to browsing for shoes, muttering, “Dumb bugs.”

Smiling, I stroked my finger down her arm. It jerked away from her. She spun around again, a wild look of confusion and consternation spilling over her features. It was priceless. She shook her head, and went back to her study.

I stroked her a third time on her other arm, letting my finger graze her skin.

“What the?” she gasped, her eyes almost wild as she looked for the source. But there was nobody near her but me.

Every few minutes, just when she seemed to relax, I would strike. A light touch on the back of her hand, a caressing swipe up her calf, a gentle stroke on her cheek. She cast her gaze around each time, looking for the source, her brow tight. I enjoyed the game, stroking my dick the entire time.

As she bent down to try on her third pair of shoes, I had to be bolder. My arm darted around her form, trying not to touch her before I groped the front of her blouse. My hand darted in, squeezing her round breast, her tit warm through her top.

She screamed out at in shock and spun around, her face red, her hands clutching to her chest, staring right at me. She had no idea I was stroking my dick and grinning at her, loving the way her breasts rose and fell and how her nipples dimpled the front of her blouse.

My touch excited her as much as confused her.

“Everything ah’ite, miss?” drawled the clerk from the counter.

“I’m fine!” Miss Tartan-Skirt squeaked. “I’ll take this pair!”

She darted to the clerk.

I let out a silent curse and just leaped between a pair of benches. She clutched the pair of shoes to her breasts. She hadn’t even tried them on, so flustered. The poor thing dropped her wallet when she pulled it out of her purse.

I gave her a bit of space.

I followed the girl as she scurried out of the store, the bag with her new shoes tightly clutched in her hands. I stalked her, enjoying the sway of her rump as she threaded the mall. I stayed on her heels, ghosting behind her as she wove through the crowd.

She almost broke into a run when she reached the parking lot. Her shoes rasped on the asphalt as she rushed out into it. I loved it, hurrying after her on my bare feet, the Texan sun warming the black surface. As she fumbled in her purse for her car keys, I couldn’t resist.

I goosed her ass and enjoyed her plump feel.

“What in tarnation!” she gasped and dropped her purse and shopping bag.

Her doe-eyes were wild as she stared around. There was no one anywhere near us.

“What is happenin’?” she muttered, her entire body shivering, her cheeks were flushed.

Her hands shook as she bent down to retrieve her purse and bag. She fished out her keys and almost dropped them again. She took a deep breath, kneeling there, my pecker right before her face. I thought about furiously masturbating and shooting my invisible cum across her features.

But then she gained her composure and stood up.

She unlocked her Toyota Corolla, popped her trunk, and put her shopping bag in. I opened the rear door on the passenger side and slid in behind her seat. She gaped in surprise when she slammed down the trunk and saw the open door.

“I need more sleep,” she muttered as she closed my door. She hopped into the front seat, and kept glancing back at me, frowning.

I loved being invisible. It was the most freeing thing in the world.

As she drove, I stroked a loose lock of black hair. I leaned in and inhaled the apricot scent of her shampoo. She was such a sexy thing. I leaned back and fondled my pecker, eager for her to get home so the real fun could begin.

To my horror, she started texting as she drove. She’d glance up from her phone every few seconds to make sure the road ahead was clear. Whenever she sent a text she would almost instantly get a response. Chirps and beeps echoed from her phone.

I hadn’t wished for any sort of long life or increased health. Twice we drifted into oncoming traffic without her even noticing. I wished to God I could put on the seatbelt, but it would be a little obvious floating in the air around my invisible body.

I just gripped the handle above my door as she gasped and yanked the steering wheel over to the right, a car honking in anger. Did that stop her from reading the next inane text from her friend?

Nope.

Finally she pulled into a driveway of a one-story rambler the color of a cloudy sky. The moment she parked the car, she was darting out of it and heading around to collect her bag out of the trunk. Then, texting the entire way, she strolled to the front door.

As quietly as I could, I opened my door, slipped out, and shut it with slow care, wincing at every little creak and groan. She reached her porch, furiously texting away, stopped from heading inside. I grinned as I stalked up behind her, a vindictive urge swelling of inside me to fuck her hard.

The stupid girl almost got us—me!—killed.

As I reached the porch, she slipped her phone into her purse and fished out her keys. As she reached for the lock, I pounced. I pressed her against the door, pinning her in place, my hard cock rubbing on her rump.

She screamed in fear and threw a look over her shoulder. She gasped as her struggles ceased. Her cheeks burned bright crimson as I caressed her flesh, letting my wish for her to enjoy this take effect on her body.

“What in the blue hell is goin’ on!” she gasped as she stared right through me.

I slipped my hand up her thigh and beneath her skirt, reaching her rump. I gave her fine, plump asscheek a squeeze. As I fondled her, she started to relax, the fear bleeding out of her, only the arousal remaining. She let out a little whimper, her hips wiggling.

My fingers dipped into the waistband panties as I groped her from behind, feeling the warmth of her skin. She trembled, another whimper escaping her throat as I hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties.

“What are you?” she asked, sounding at once afraid and aroused. Her big doe-eyes shone with her mixed emotions.

“A ghost,” I moaned with that sonorous, ghostly intonation. “Forever cursed to haunt purtee girls and use them for my relief.”

I tugged on her panties and pulled them down her rump while my other hand flipped up her skirt, exposing her skin. I licked my lips as the sight of her pale butt-cheeks coming into view, divided by that tight cleft of her crack. I pressed the tip of my pecker against her left rump, a small dimple marring her skin.

“Relief,” she moaned. “Is that your… your…?”

“Yep, that’s my pecker,” I said, sliding my dick across her butt-cheeks while I kept tugging down her panties. “I need to cum in a sweet young thang’s cooch, or I can’t get to heaven. And you don’t want me to suffer, now do you?”

“I… I… I…” she shuddered. “This is… I mean…”

I grinned as her panties fell down her thighs, past her knees, and ended up bunched around her ankles. My left hand squeezed her ass, loving the feel of her, while my right guided my pecker to tight, young pussy.

She gasped as my cock rubbed against her juicy snatch. I slid up and down her shaved folds, her juices flowing as my wish affected her. I smiled, pleasure rippling down my shaft while her back stiffened when I found the entrance to her juicy hole.

“Please don’t,” she begged. “We’re outside. People’ll see us fuckin’!”

I pressed forward, sinking the tip of my pecker into her juicy twat, her pussy lips spreading around it, silky and wet. “Well, I reckon people seein’ us fuckin’ s’what makes it so excitin’!”

I rammed my pecker to the hilt into her cunt.

Miss Tartan-Skirt threw back her head and moaned as my pecker spread open her hot, juicy snatch. Like Mindy, she was tight but not a virgin. Her silky flesh clung to me as my crotch pressed against her pillowy ass. Her door creaked as she shuddered against it.

I grunted as I worked my pecker in and out of her slippery sheath. That wonderful, silky delight caressed my dick. She was the second young pussy I’d fucked today. I loved my wish. My invisible balls thwacked into her hard flesh while her butt-cheeks dimpled and rippled every time my crotch smacked into her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, her hips wiggling, stirring her hot cunt around my pecker. “This can’t be happening!”

“Sweetness, you just better start acceptin’ it!” I licked her ear. “It’s happenin’ because you got yourself one mighty fine cooch! Just so juicy!”

“I must be going crazy!” she moaned, her hands pressed against her door.

I kept pounding her snatch, enjoying her sweetness. It was incredible. Pleasure spilled through me, racing down my cock, my balls growing tighter and tighter with a load of cum. Her juicy snatch stimulated me. It caressed me, drove me wild.

My hands moved around her body. I stroked up around her as I fucked her, finding the small buttons that kept her blouse closed. I fumbled with them, but they were too tiny for my fat fingers. I growled, wanting to play with her titties as I fucked her.

So I ripped her blouse open.

“Oh, my Lord!” she moaned, her cunt clamping down on my plunging pecker. Buttons cracked as they bounced off the door and across her porch.

I grunted, loving the increased friction around my cock her surprise gave. That silky caress swelled the ache at the tip of my dick, driving me towards my orgasm. I groped her breasts through her bra, loving how lacy it felt. Her nipples poked hard at the fabric. She gasped every time I brushed one, her pussy growing hotter and hotter.

It was incredible. I stroked her hard, pounding her cooch harder and harder. She whimpered and moaned as our flesh slapped together. I fucked her with powerful strokes, burying over and over into her.

“This can’t be happening!” she gasped, her juicy cunt squeezing down on my cock.

“Mmm, just enjoy, sweetness,” I moaned. “You gonna cum hard on my big ol’ pecker!”

“Yes!” she hissed.

That sound inspired me to slam hard into her. As I squeezed her nipples through her bra, I buried into her. Pleasure rippled down my cock. I savored this moment, loving fucking her and—

Muttered laughter came from behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder and grinned.

“Well, lookie there,” I moaned. “You got yourself some admirers. Group of boys are filmin’ you.”

They looked eighteen or nineteen. They had their phones out as they stood on the sidewalk, recording us with their smartphones. I wondered just what they were seeing. Her panties were down around her ankles and her skirt bunched up to expose a tan ass. Her blouse hung open and her head was thrown back. It must look like she’s masturbating on the porch. Just grinding her cunt against the door.

I smiled; the boys watching us were voyeurs after my own heart.

So I decided to give them a show.

I picked up Miss Tartan-Skirt and spun her around. Her pussy squeezed around my dick as she gasped in shock.

“What in the blue hell!” she screamed.

“Just relax, sweetness,” I cooed as I carried her forward, her pussy impaled all the way on my pecker.

Her porch had a railing. I bent her over it and fucked her hard and fast. I pounded her as she moaned. My hands slid up her stomach to her bra. I shoved her cups up and over her tits, spilling those round titties out to the hungry gaze of the boys.

“No, no, no!” she gasped, her snatch almost boiling around my cock. “Please don’t do this!”

“Mmm, you love it, sweetness,” I groaned, groping her breasts. “Your cooch is molten. You’re gonna cum hard.”

She gasped and moaned as I pinched her hard nipples. Every time I twisted them, her pussy grew tighter. It made it such a delight to pound her snatch. Her silky flesh gripped my cock, bringing me closer and closer to erupting in her.

She tried to cover her breasts, pulling her blouse closed. I couldn’t have that. I pushed her hands away from her tits, keeping them exposed. Her hips wiggled. As much as this embarrassed her, it turned her on.

“Oh, Lord,” she moaned, burying her face in her hands.

I watched the boys, their eyes wide with lust and disbelief, phones held up to capture every moment. It was so hot knowing that they couldn’t see me. They were peeping on us, but only seeing a naughty girl getting wild. They had no idea I was here.

My dick throbbed in Ms. Tartan-Skirt’s cootch.

“What a ho!” one yelled, the boldest of the boys. “She’s just shown off those tits and doesn’t care.”

His outburst set the rest off.

“You’re a fuckin’ slut!”

“Holy shit, look at her tits bounce!”

“How the fuck is she doin’ that?”

I played with her round breasts, squeezing them and lifting them up. I made them move in ways impossible on their own, the young men watching on with such lust in their eyes while Miss Tartan-Skirt’s snatch clenched and relaxed on my dick.

“Look at them,” I purred in Miss Tartan-Skirt’s stare. “They love it. And so do you. You’re just enjoying their stares like a good little slut.”

“I’m not a… a slut!” she moaned, her hips wiggling, stirring that tight pussy around my thrusting pecker.

“You sure as hell are, sweetness,” I moaned, fucking her harder, my crotch smacking her rump. “I’m only drawn to easy girls. The type who love showin’ their tits for beads at Mardi Gras.”

She just whimpered, still hiding her face. I couldn’t have that. I released those delicious titties of hers and seized her wrists. I yanked her hands from her face, exposing her to the boys filming with their camera phones.

“Now sweetness, don’t be shy. Be proud that them boys there like to see your sweet hooters.”

“Oh my word!” she moaned, her cunt tightening about my cock, her hips wiggling more. “I can’t believe I’m gonna cum!”

“You best believe it, sweetness,” I groaned, her cootch getting so hot around my pecker. “Cum for them boys!”

I buried into her pussy hard. Her head threw back. She moaned out in wordless delight as her cunt convulsed around my pecker. I grunted, slamming into her writhing flesh. Her body heaved as her orgasm drowned her.

She felt so good as her cunt spasmed about my pecker. She massaged me with her cunt. Her flesh sucked at me. She wanted me to flood her fertile depths. I could feel it. My balls tightened as I plowed into her, burying it again into her cunt.

“I’m gonna cum, too, sweetness!” I moaned.

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned, her head dancing. “I… I…”

“I know,” I groaned. “Your cunt’s just so excited for my jizz to spurt into your depths! I can feel it! You got one hot cootch!”

I slammed deep into her, her spasming flesh caressing the sensitive crown of my dick. The friction became molted pleasure that flowed down to my balls. They tightened as they thwacked heavily into her clit.

My invisible cum erupted into her.

“Hoo boy, yes!” I whooped as I pumped her cunt full of my jizz.

Every blast sent such wonderful rapture through me. The boys were filming, capturing this moment. They had no idea I was spurting my jizz into her snatch. They just saw her going wild. Her pussy spasmed even harder about my cock.

“Oh, my words!” she howled, cumming with even more ferocity.

Her hot cunt milked my pecker dry. She wrung me out as I gasped and panted. The rapture slammed into my thoughts, leaving me shivering. I shook my head, sucking in breaths as the last spurt of my jizz flooded her.

I stayed in her pussy for a few heartbeats as her writhing died. She leaned over the railing, painting, coming down from her orgasmic high with me. I grinned, feeling so good right now. I waved to the boys before I remembered they couldn’t see me.

“Thanks, sweetness,” I said as I pulled out of her.

I wasn’t holding her any longer. She sprang into action.

Miss Tartan-Skirt threw herself from the railing, whirled past me, and rushed to the door. Her panties were still tangled about her feet. She gasped and fell to her knees before the door. Her skirt flipped-up and exposed her tan ass and freshly-fucked cunt.

Shame my cum was invisible, I’d love to see it leaking out of her.

The boys hooted in delight. Their phones flashed as they snapped photos. Miss Tartan-Skirt scrambled back to her feet, thrusting her skirt back down over her rump. I just grinned, loving the show. She fumbled for her keys in her purse, yanked them out, and jammed them into the lock. She twisted and threw the door open.

I grinned as she darted inside and slammed the door behind her. She was so frazzled she left the keys in the lock. The deadbolt clicked. I heard her lean against the door and sigh in relief. I pressed my ear against it, listening.

After a minute, she stumbled from the door. I waited, letting her get deeper into the house before I pulled the keys out of the doorknob and slid them into the deadbolt’s lock. The same key worked for both. I slowly twisted the key, trying not make any noise. I winced as the lock clicked.

I froze, waiting for Miss Tartan-Skirt to investigate.

She didn’t.

I pushed the door open and slipped in.

I found her sobbing on the couch. She’d pulled her panties up, slipped her breasts back into her bra, and closed the ripped blouse as best she could. She clutched a pillow, fringed with tassels, on her lap, bending over to sob in it.

I almost felt bad for her, but I remembered just how great her cunt felt.

My stomach rumbled, so I walked back to the kitchen to see what I could steal. I found a beer in the fridge and made myself a bologna sandwich. I devoured it and made myself a second one, washing it down with another beer. It was a Bud Light, which sucked since I was a Coors man, but beggars cannot be choosers.

Halfway through my sandwich, I heard muffled music began to pound through the house and peeked back into the living room. She was gone, fled to her bedroom and that god-awful boy band music. One Direction, maybe? Or Justin Beiber? It all sounded like crap to me. Give me some Johnny Cash or Elvis.

Hell, I’d take some rap over Justin Beiber.

When I finished, I wandered through the house. It wasn’t big; two bedrooms and a bath. There were pictures everywhere, mostly of Miss Tartan-Skirt, but also of a frumpy woman that looked to have been pretty once before a hard life stole that from her. The mother, I figured, and a single one at that. The only pictures of a man were with Miss Tartan-Skirt as a child.

I figured her dad must be dead. Why else would her mother keep his pictures up?

I amused myself by rummaging through the master bedroom. Her mom’s bedroom wasn’t as tidy as the rest of the house with dirty clothes lay strewn across the floor. I found a pair of large, used panties and gave them a sniff, then shuddered to think how fat her mom must be. These panties would be a tent on me.

I found a black, rubber dildo in her panty drawer and a depraved idea entered my mind. It had been over an hour since I fucked Miss Tartan-Skirt on the porch and my pecker felt alive and ready. I needed another go at her pussy.

I crept down the hall and peered into her room through her half-open door, holding her mom’s dildo in one hand

“I swear it was a ghost,” Miss Tartan-Skirt pleaded as she looked at her laptop. She sat at her desk.

On the screen, I could see another barely legal, young thang rolling her eyes.

They must be Skyping.

Miss Tartan-Skirt’s music was loud enough that she didn’t hear me open her bedroom door further, the hinges creaking. Her room was tidy. Her bed had a purple comforter and was precisely made, like she was in boot camp. That’s how my pa always liked things. Old bastard seemed to think he was still in the military half the time. On her shelves sat crystal and porcelain figurines, mostly unicorns, but a few pegasi, centaurs, and one crystal dragon. Her closet was open, full of clothes hung neatly.

“Whatevs, Ruth,” her friend said dismissively. Miss Tartan-Skirt had a name; it was rather plain and boring. “Last week, you tried to convince me you saw a UFO.”

“But I did,” Ruth protested. “It was hoverin’ over the Eiffel Tower.”

I wondered if a UFO really hovered over that gaudy tourist attraction. Since our town was also called Paris, someone, naturally, built a replica of the Eiffel Tower. And since we were in Texas a huge, red cowboy hat rests atop it. I loved UFOs and all that paranormal shit, but I hadn’t heard anyone reporting a UFO in Paris, and I would have. I visit all sorts of ‘alternative’ websites.

Hell, that was how I learned how to summon Lucifer and make my deal to turn invisible.

“You’re such a liar,” her friend dismissed.

I turned off her iPod docked to a set of speakers.

Ruth jumped.

She had put on a baggy T-shirt but still wore that lovely, red-and-green tartan skirt. Her doe-eyes widened as she saw the rubber cock floating in midair. I waggled it. The pecker flopped about and the color just drained from her face.

“It’s back!” she screeched.

“What is, Ruth?”

“The ghost!”

Her friend rolled her eyes again. “I’m not fallin’ for another one of your pranks. Later.”

Ruth looked on in horror at the dildo while I closed her laptop. Didn’t need her friend’s blathering spoiling the mood.

“You got your relief,” Ruth moaned. “I thought you moved on?”

“’Fraid not, sweetness. You’re gonna have to try harder this time.”

She glanced at the dildo in my hand and blushed.

“This was up your mama’s cunt.” I inhaled deeply. “Smells fresh. Bet your ma used it just this mornin’.”

“I… I wouldn’t know.”

I smiled, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to her feet. “I want to see you stick this up your slutty cooch.”

“That’s disgusting!”

Her voice was full of indignation, so I pushed the dildo into her face, laughing as she flinched and tried to slap it away. I dodged it around her swatting hand and nuzzled it into her mouth, caressing her lips with it. I let her get a taste of her mama’s cooch.

“Please stop!” she moaned.

My free hand grabbed the hem of her baggy sweatshirt and tugged it upwards. She didn’t resist, my wish in full effect. Her bra was hot-pink and lacy like those panties, her dark nipples peeking through. My pecker throbbed.

“What a slut,” I murmured and traced the edge of her bra. “Let’s get that off and free them sweater puppies!”

“No.”

I didn’t like her defiance so I pushed her bra up, exposing her plump tits. I licked my lips, admiring the sight. I couldn’t resist. My hand shot down. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, nursing with suck hunger.

She gasped in shock. Then her hands cradled my head to breast as she mewled in pleasure. I sucked harder, aching to have fun with her. Now the dildo was in my way, so I threw it on her bed before feeling around for the skirt’s zipper.

I found it.

As I sucked on her nipple, I drew down the zipper. It rasped. Her wiggling body sent her skirt sliding down her thighs. I groaned about her nub, my fingers stroking her panties again while she whimpered in delight.

I released her nipple and admired her almost-naked body. Those lacy, hot-pink panties were delicious, but she didn’t need them. I mean, they really didn’t cover much anyways. I snapped the waistband of her panties, making her gasp.

“C’mon, Ruth, get them there panties off,” I told her. “I wanna see you fuck your little cooch with Mama’s big toy!”

“Please, Mr. Ghost, my momma’s gonna be home real soon.”

“So? You take ’em off, or I’ll rip ’em off, and tan your hide besides!”

Ruth pulled her panties off and finished taking off her bra, too. She folded them up and neatly set them on her computer chair. I was getting impatient as she started folding up her tartan skirt. So I ripped it out of her hands and threw it back on the floor.

“Fine,” she muttered, getting the message.

I licked my lips as she laid down on her bed beside her mother’s dildo. Her body looked so fine, her breasts pillowing into two lush mounds. Her legs spread, showing off that shaved cooch of hers, a landing strip of black hair leading to it. She grasped the rubber cock with just her thumb and finger, holding it like she was disgusted to touch it.

“And this will help you move on?” she asked.

I knelt on her bed, staring at her obscenely spread cunt. “Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely, sweetness.” My pecker was hard so I slowly stroked it. “This will totally help.”

“Fine,” she sighed and tightened her grip on the rubber pecker.

“Yes, yes, just rub your mama’s cream into your cunt,” I moaned as she brought it to her snatch.

Ruth shuddered as she rubbed it against her pussy lips. She stroked it up and down her shaved pussy lips, teasing herself. She brushed her clit and whimpered. Then she slid back down to her juicy hole that I had cum in not too long ago.

I stroked my aching pecker as she pressed it into her. Slowly. She let out a soft sigh as more and more of the fake dick disappeared into her cootch. Her eyes widened. She let out a moan as the dildo stretched her lips open. It was thick, fatter than my pecker had been, and I remembered just how tight her cunt was.

She kept pushing it in to her until she bottomed out. She licked her lips, quivered, then fucked herself with it. Not hard and fast, but going slow. She pumped it in and out of her, her legs twitching. The shaft glistened when it emerged from her snatch.

“Mmm,” she sighed. I watched the pleasure ripple across her face.

She picked up the speed.

The room filled with a wet, squishing sound as the rubber cock reamed her barely legal cunt. I breathed in her tart scent perfuming the air. I couldn’t look away, my eyes fixed on her cooch. Her pussy lips were obscenely spread open, her vulva flushed red with her arousal.

She thrust it in faster and faster. Her cream began to froth along the edges while more leaked out of her, forming an an ever increasing wet spot beneath her ass. She shivered and shifted, plunging that in and out of her. My pecker throbbed in my hand.

Her other hand slid down her body. She whimpered, her left hand moving almost hesitantly. Her fingers crept to her landing strip. She stroked down the black hair until she brushed her hard clit, massaging her little bud.

Damn, what a slut.

“Are you watching?” she panted as she frigged her clit and fucked that dildo in and out of her cunt with an eager rhythm.

“Hell yeah!” I answered, almost speechless. Watching her pussy engulfing the huge toy was mesmerizing. “Fuck yourself, whore! That toy is strechin’ out your little cooch.”

She gave a throaty laugh. “This is so wicked!” Her breasts jiggled. She looked relaxed now, embracing the pleasure. She plunged that dildo in and out of her cunt. “I’ve never been so wet in my life!”

“Sluts liked to be watched!”

“Yes, watch me, ghost!” Her face twisted in rapture. “Ooh, watch my naughty little cunt as I pump Momma’s dildo in and out of me!”

“I’m watching,” I panted, stroking my pecker faster and faster. This was so hot.

“Mmm, it’s so big. I’ve never felt so full!”

“Just keep fuckin’ that in and out of you until you cum, slut!” I groaned.

“Yes!” she gasped.

She fucked it so hard. She thrust it into her then ripped it out so she could plunge it back in. Her finger danced on her clit while her breasts jiggled. Her arms, reaching past those tits, squeezed them together into two jiggling mounds.

Her legs bent, her feet sliding across the comforter. Her toes curled as she let out a whimpering moan. Her hips fucked up into the air, her moans singing out through the room. The scent of her heady pussy filled my nose, making me almost drunk on her whorish cunt.

“Oh, yes!” she howled. “Oh, ghost!”

“Cum, whore!” I panted.

“I am cummin’!”

Her breasts heaved as her pleasure exploded out of her. A flush crept across her tits to her neck while her head thrashed back and forth. She buried the rubber cock inside her cooch, holding it in place as her back arched.

Juices flooded out around the dildo, spilling down her taint to her ass. Her legs thrust wide apart as she spasmed, giving me a glimpse of her puckered asshole. Her eyes fluttered as she shuddered. She heaved a final time, then lay still, breathing softly.

“Keep going,” I urged her as I eyed the swell of her buttocks, trying to catch another glimpse of her asshole. What would it be like to slide my pecker into her bowels?

“Sure,” Ruth purred, and started diddling her clit as she slowly fucked herself again. “It’s so hot bein’ watched!”

“I reckon you’re one of them exhib’nist sluts!”

“Mmm-hmm,” she panted, her face flushed as she kept fucking herself.

I grabbed her pillow and shoved it beneath her ass. She didn’t stop pumping her mama’s dildo into her cunt. I moved between her thighs, guiding my cock towards her butt-crack. I could see her asshole glistening in her pussy juices.

I had never fucked a girl’s ass, but I’ve always wanted to. I spit on my hands a few times, got my pecker nice and wet. I moved closer as she kept fucking herself. I aimed right for that brown rosette and thrust hard.

“What in the fuckin’ blue hells!” she screamed.

My pecker violated her asshole.

She stopped fucking herself as my cock buried deeper and deeper into her velvety, tight ass. Her hot anal sheath engulfed my dick in heavenly warmth. Her eyes bulged as I sodomized her, my invisible dick sliding deeper and deeper.

“Don’t stop playin’ with your cooch!” I moaned as I bottomed out in her ass.

“But you’re in my asshole, ghost!” she moaned, squirming, discomfort flashing across her face.

“Just fuck yourself, slut!” I groaned. “While I fuck you with my pecker!”

She pumped the rubber cock in and out of her cunt again. I could feel it rubbing through her pussy walls, massaging my shaft. I groaned, loving it. She was stuffed so full of pecker, both real and fake, it made her even tighter.

I fucked her ass. Not hard and fast, but slow, taking my time as I plunged into her velvety grip. She felt incredible wrapped about me. I groaned as I thrust forward, hammering into her again and again. I plundered her bowels, loving every second of being in her. This was so incredible. It was better than I possibly could have imagined.

“Fuck!” she whimpered, her eyes closed.

She bit her lower lip and winced in pain as I fucked her. But, slowly, her winces turned to sighs. She thrust her dildo faster and faster in and out of her cootch as I fucked her asshole. Her eyes popped open. She licked her lips, moaning now, pleasure crossing her face.

I matched her masturbation’s pace with my ass-fucking.

“Oh fuck, that feels weird in my butt!” she gasped. “But nice! Mmm, I think I like your dick up my ass!”

I laughed even as her anal sheath squeezed about my cock. “Only a slut would like it, though.”

“I am a slut!” she panted. “Mmm, I realize that now. I’m a naughty slut that that loves gettin’ her ass fucked by a ghost!”

“Soowee, but you do!” I moaned as her hips wiggled, stirring her bowels around my pecker.

It was incredible. I savored this and really pounded her ass now. I hammered her hard, ramming my dick deep into her asshole. Her velvety sheath gripped me. She squeezed me tight as I fucked in and out of her, my crotch smacked into her asshole.

The hard fucking reduced Ruth to wordless moans and gasps. She squeezed her bowels every time I pulled back, increasing that wonderful friction. My balls loved it, my cum heating up in them. I slammed into her again and again.

“Goddamn, but you are so fuckin’ tight!” I moaned. “Fuck me, but I love your cornhole, sweetness!”

She just gasped out in delight.

Her breasts jiggled before me as she squirmed on her back. Her arms brushed them as she fucked her dildo in and out of her cunt, matching my hard pace. I loved the sight of those young titties topped by her pink nipples.

I pinched those nubs.

“Blue hells!” she screamed, her ass squeezing hard on my pecker.

“You like that, huh, sweetness?” I moaned, twisting them.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, her head tossing back and forth. She jammed her dildo into her pussy and just held it there.

The delicious, little slut was lost to the pleasure my pecker was giving her. It splashed across her face as I played with her nipples and sodomized her. My balls ached. I came closer and closer to filling her dirty ass with my cum.

My nutsack smacked into her every time I bottomed out in her. Then I had the joy of drawing back through her velvety grip. Her asshole squeezed me so tight. My eyes rolled back in my head as I enjoyed the bliss she was giving me.

“Harder, harder!” she begged me as she resumed fucking her cunt with her dildo, furiously thrusting it in and out of her snatch. “Ream my ass! I’m so close to cummin’!”

“You got it, sweetness!”

I fucked her as hard as I could. I leaned over her and pistoned my hips. I pounded her with such passion. Her face twisted in rapture. Her eyes squeezed shut. She bucked while her asshole clenched down hard on my pecker.

“Holy fuckin’ word!” she howled as her bowels writhed about my cock.

I felt her orgasm crashing through her. Juices squirted out around the dildo. Her body thrashed. Her breasts heaved so much I lost my grip on her nipples. And her bowels… Her bowels writhed about my pecker.

I grunted as I fucked the climaxing slut. I buried my dick over and over into her convulsing sheath. My balls tightened. I was ready to spurt in her ass. I just needed a little more as she gasped and moaned.

“I keep cumming on your dick!” she howled, her head tossing back and forth.

“You just love my pecker, sweetness!” I moaned.

The front door opened.

“Ruth, you home?” an older woman called out.

Ruth’s eyes opened in horror. Her bedroom door was open. I could hear her mom walking down the hallway. I kept right on fucking the slut, thrusting my pecker in and out of her bowels. Her asshole kept writhing my pecker as she kept cumming.

The footsteps drew closer. Stopped.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a figure looming in Ruth’s doorway. A purse crashed to the floor. I savored this moment, ramming my cock deep into the girl’s bowels as my orgasm swelled up to the tip. Just a few strokes away.

“What in the holy hell are you doin’ Ruth Annabeth Ahlers!” her mom shrieked.

Ruth gasped, still cumming, and tried to cover her breasts, her mom’s dildo buried to the hilt in her cunt. I shuddered, this moment of discovery, her mama witnessing her being my whore, sent me over the edge.

I grit my teeth to keep from crying out as my pecker erupted. I flooded her bowels as her mother watched her daughter’s “masturbation” in horror. I drank it in as the woman trembled. She had no idea my invisible cum was firing into her daughter’s bowels.

The pleasure hammered my mind as Ruth moaned in horror, her writhing asshole milking my dick dry. I fought another groan as my cock spurted a final time. Pleasure buzzed through me as I savored this moment.

“You little hussy!” shrieked Ruth’s mama, finally gathering herself.

As she stormed in, I ripped my softening cock out of Ruth’s asshole, leaving her gaping open. I leaped off the bed, nimbly avoiding the stout mother as she reached her daughter and towered over her. The quivering Ruth moaned, now able to squeeze her eyes shut.

I quickly pulled out and jumped off the bed as Ruth’s husky mom stormed in.

“Have you no decency, Ruth?” demanded the older woman.

Ruth yelped as her mama ripped the dildo out of her cootch

“You little slattern. Have you been sneakin’ ’round my room?”

“No, Momma!”

The older woman brandished the dildo at her daughter, the shaft glistening with Ruth’s juices. “Then where in the blue hell did you get this? Huh?”

“The ghost, Momma!” Ruth moaned, struggling to to pull up her sheets to cover her sweet nakedness.

“I’ve had enough with your lies about UFOs and ghosts! You are grounded for a month, young lady!”

“But Momma…”

“No, buts! I have half-a-mind to bend you over my knee and tan your hide proper!”

Chuckling silently, I slipped out of the room, then out of the house. As I walked down the street, whistling invisibly, I wondered who would be the ghost’s next victim?

I couldn’t wait to find out.

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