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

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Monday, September 2nd, 2013 – Paris, Texas

Selling my soul was the single greatest decision of my life!

Being invisible was the greatest freedom in the world. It let me molest those pretty, young things that I used to spy upon. My wishes were amazing. While I was invisible, any girl I touched would quiver and be butter in my hands, just wet and eager to be fucked by my “ghostly” pecker.

I spent yesterday the same way I’d spent my Saturday, cruising the Paris Commons and porking a few young things. I followed one home and spent the night in her bed. Her parents had no idea just how much of a filthy whore their daughter was. Her name was Heather, and I definitely had to revisit her bed.

I loved peeping on girls.

I’ve been to prison twice for my hobby—once for drilling a hole into the girls’ locker room at Boone College and the other time for taking upskirt pics of girls at the mall. My absolutely favorite girls to peep upon were the Lionesses, the Varsity Cheer Squad for Boone College. Since the school’s mascot was a roaring lion, the cheerleaders started calling themselves the Lionesses. Since I got out of prison, I’d watched them every time they’ve had practiced. In the past, I’d been forced to keep my distance.

Now no one could see me.

I waited right on the sun-beaten, wooden bleachers for the girls. It was a warm day, and my pecker was rock-hard just thinking about those beautiful coeds. They were all pretty, in their black-and-gold uniforms that showed off their gorgeous legs, and when they raised up their arms, their tops would ride up and show off a few inches of flat stomach.

While all of them were beautiful, I had five favorites: fiery redheaded Kelly, with her freckled cheeks; big-titted Ursula and her sky-blue eyes; shy and demure Brandy, doll-faced and tawny-haired; ebony-skinned Latonya, her hair gathered into a dozen or so short, beaded braids that clacked together whenever she moved her head; and tall, curvy Marybeth, with her pouty lips and smoky gazes.

I perked up after a half-hour when the girls started arriving in ones and twos, giggling as they walked up, their pleated skirts swaying about their fine, toned thighs. There were about a dozen girls in the squad. Latonya was the captain and used her whistle to get their attention.

That was my cue.

I strutted naked among the girls as they started their stretching, admiring their bodies up close. I was trying to decide which girl deserved my attention first. They were between coaches, so Latonya was in charge of running things. The Black girl shouted orders like a drill instructor.

I moved behind Ursula as she bent over, her skirt riding up and exposing her black spankies, the bloomer shorts cheerleaders wore over their underwear. The spandex of her spankies, stretched tight across her rump, outlined her panties.

What a sight.

I stroked the panty line across her right asscheek, feeling the cloth through it. She squealed and jumped. Then she whirled around, her big titties heaving. Crimson spotting her cheeks, she glared right through me.

“What the heck, Marybeth?” she demanded

I glanced back at Marybeth who stared at Ursula through my invisible body. Confusion flashed across her face. “What, Ursula?”

“You touched my bum!”

Marybeth put her hands on her hips, shaking her head, her short, black hair, swaying about her shoulders. “I did no such thang!”

Latonya blew her whistle. “C’mon ladies, back to y’alls stretches. And Marybeth, don’t be such a dyke!”

“But I didn’t touch her ass!” Marybeth then gave Ursula a considering stare. “Although, it is one mighty fine ass.”

Ursula glared daggers at Marybeth and moved away from the girl.

Chuckling, I goosed Marybeth’s plump ass as I walked by her. She shrieked, rubbing her butt. Her head whipped around, realizing no one was close enough to have squeezed her ass with such familiarity.

Latonya blew the whistle a second time and stalked over to Marybeth. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Someone pinched my ass,” the doll-faced girl complained.

Latonya rolled her eyes. “No one pinched your assssaahhh!”

Her word turned into a gasp as I gave Latonya’s black booty a good squeeze. The captain whirled around, ripping her rump from my hand, and glared past me. At Ursula who was in her new position, looking bemused.

“Why did you grab my butt?” Latonya demanded.

“Excuse me?” Ursula asked, blinking in confusion.

Feeling bolder, I grabbed the bottom of Latonya’s top and pulled it up over her head. The girls all watched wide-eyed as I as twirled her top through the air, before I threw it to the ground. Latonya stared in disbelief at her blouse, her full breasts, constrained by a white sports bra that contrasted nicely with her ebony skin, jiggling.

“It’s the Ghost!” Brandy gasped. “Mindy was tellin’ me ’bout him.” I smiled, remembering the fun I had with Mindy in the changing room on Saturday.

“Ghost?” Marybeth asked.

“Yeah, he haunts the Commons and molests any purtee girl he finds,” Kelly added.

I nodded my head, pleased to hear about my growing legend.

Latonya still stared at her top in disbelief where it lay on the ground. I stalked around her, grinning, had grabbed her sports bra. I ripped it off her head, her arms raising up all on their own, my wish in effect. I groaned as I freed her chocolate breasts and bright pink nipples. They bounced before me, such a lush sight.

Latonya screeched bloody murder and slapped her hands over her titties, covering her nipples. Her head snapped around, a wild look on her face, her beaded braids clicking and clacking. Her mouth opened and then closed.

“It’s the Ghost!” someone shouted.

I grinned as all the girls were spinning around now, clutching to their tops to hold them on while their eyes danced around. They were all looking for me, trying to figure out where I was, afraid they’d be exposed next.

God, this was such fun.

“We should skedaddle,” Brandy said, her voice quavering.

The tawny-haired Brandy backed away from the rest of group. I let her as I seized Latonya’s hands and ripped from her tits. Her pink nipples, such a lovely contrast against her brown breasts, appearing. She shrieked in shock as I engulfed her nipple and sucked.

“He’s got me!” she moaned as I loved her nipple in my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around her as I nibbled on her nub. Then I lifted her up—she was light; she was a cheerleader, after all—and spun her around. The other Lionesses shrieked, retreating back from me as they witnessed their cheer captain being whirled about by the ‘ghost.’

Well, all of them except Marybeth.

I gasped in shock as she leaped at me from behind, grabbing me. Her arms went around my neck. The girl’s sudden weight on my back threw me off-balance. I stumbled, my mouth popping off Latonya’s nipple. Then the three of us went sprawling to the ground in a tangled mess of limbs as the girls struggled to get away from me.

My pecker was aching hard. I wanted to stick it into one of the objects of my voyeuristic affections. Latonya rolled away in the tousle, her dark tits heaving. But I still had Marybeth. I grasped her spankies and panties, and yanked them down her ass.

She didn’t resist; part of my Pact was for the women I molested to enjoy it.

“Mmm, sweetness, if you want it this badly, I’ll sort you out.”

“Oh, my god!” she moaned, as I pulled her up until she knelt on her hands and knees, her spankies bunched around her ankles. “What is going on? This is… hot!”

I grinned and flipped up her pleated skirt. I exposed her curvy ass and her shaved cooch. I could just make out the triangle of black hair on her pubic bone. It was such a juicy sight. I’d been lusting after the cheerleaders for so long.

And now I got to fuck one.

I rubbed my pecker against her cunt, feeling her juices flowed. She gasped, her body quivering. She threw a look over her shoulder at me, her eyes searching for me while I searched for the entrance of her barely legal snatch.

Found it.

I rammed into her silky depths. Her wet warmth engulfed me. I groaned as my crotch smacked into her rump. Her eyes widened. Her cunt clenched down about my cock, welcoming into the quivering embrace of her pussy.

“Oh, my Lord, the ghost is fuckin’ me!” Marybeth yowled like a startled alley cat.

The girls fled, racing across the field, leaving Marybeth to my mercies. Latonya didn’t even bother putting her top or bra back on. She ran with her breasts bouncing about for the entire world to see. I grabbed Marybeth’s curvy hips and plowed into her hard and fast.

She wiggled her hips, stirring her dick around me. She gasped and moaned, her body rocking back into my thrusts. Her moans sang out, echoing across the field while her juicy snatch squeezed about my dick.

“Fuck, I love tight, barely legal cooch!” I moaned, my balls smacking into her.

“Oh, damn, your cock feels kinda nice, Mr. Ghost!” she moaned, looking over me again. “Mmm, yes, got a nice size to it.”

“Are all you cheerleaders such sluts, sweetness?”

Marybeth laughed, her cunt squeezing down on my withdrawing dick, increasing the friction. “Hell, no. But the football team ain’t got no complaints from me!”

I grinned at her, loving her pussy. I glanced up and groaned. The rest of her squad was almost back to the school building. It wouldn’t be long before they were racing back with help. I fucked Marybeth harder. I wanted to cum in her before any interference happened.

I drove my pecker with frantic thrusts into her slippery cooch. The little slut wiggled her fine hips, moaning like a bitch in heat as she took my pecker. Her butt-cheeks rippled every time I buried into her, the pleasure surging through me.

She kept looking over her head at me, her green eyes roaming about, trying to see something. She gasped and moaned, her snatch growing hotter and hotter. My dick ached, the pressure building at the tip.

I was fucking a cheerleader’s cunt on their practice field.

“Hot damn, but you gotta great cooch, slut!”

“Thanks, you gotta great dick, Ghost!” she moaned. “Fuck me harder! Just pound me.”

“I am, sweetness,” I growled then groaned.

The other cheerleaders were coming back with a big man. The football coach, I think.

“Fuck,” I snarled. “I’m almost there!”

“Yes, yes, cum in me!” Marybeth moaned. “Before they break us up! Oh, damn, you’re good! I love your cock!”

The sight of everyone rushing at us to stop me had my nuts boiling. I growled and plowed into Marybeth’s whorish cunt. My dick throbbed. I hadn’t fucked anyone today, saving all my stamina for cheer practice.

Lucky for me, I didn’t need much stimulation to cum.

I pounded her hard as they came closer and closer. My balls tightened. My dick throbbed in her silky embrace. I pumped hard, plunging in and out of her.

The angry football coach was fifty-yards away.

I rammed into her tight cooch

Forty-yards away

I pulled back until only the tip remained in her cunt.

Thirty-yards away. The fucker barreled in fast.

“Fuckin’ A!” I roared as I buried into her sweet cunt

Twenty yard away.

I erupted. My cum spurted into her snatch. The first two blasts sent rapture shooting through me. She gasped, moaning, feeling my jizz spurt into her. Stars burst across my eyes as the rapture slammed into my mind.

Ten yards away.

I ripped my still-cumming pecker out of Marybeth’s cunt, my jizz spraying across her ass. I think. I couldn’t see it. I groaned and threw myself to the grass, my body heaving as the last of my cum erupted out of me, leaving me buzzing in bliss.

“No, no, I was so fucking close!” moaned Marybeth, looking back at me, frustration twisting her pretty features.

The coach arrived.

“You okay?” he growled at my little fuckmate, looking around, his face ruddy from the exertion. “Where’d that pervert go!”

“It was a ghost, Mr. Breeze,” Marybeth answered, pulling up her spankies and panties.

“A ghost?” Mr. Breeze roared, looking at the girls. Latonya followed at a trot, her hands clasped over her breasts. “Is this some sorta joke?”

“No,” the girls all said.

“He took off Latonya’s top,” said Kelly.

“He grabbed my ass.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? A ghost?” He looked at all the girls, disgust painted on his face. “Latonya, but your top back on and all of you come with me! I don’t know what you girls are up to, but you are not getting away with this shit!”

As they trudged after the coach, I heard Marybeth whisper to Ursula, “Shame Mr. Breeze showed up, I was about to have me a nice cum.”

“You’re such a slut,” Ursula said with disgust. She opened her mouth, prepared to say more, but closed her trap as Mr. Breeze glared at her.

I shook my head, the asshole’s bluster echoing across the field.

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Wednesday, September 4th, 2013

To my utter disappointment, there was no cheer practice on Tuesday. The girls must be in a heap of trouble. I almost regretted fucking Marybeth yesterday. Almost. But memory of her tight, young snatch made me smile.

I returned on Wednesday, praying like hell that the girls would be allowed to practice. I mounted the bleachers to wait and plopped my naked ass down on the old wood. Pain jabbed into my rump.

“The fuck!” I cursed as I jumped back up. Something had stuck in my butt-cheek.

I felt around, felt a rough splint of wood sticking dead center in the meat of my right cheek. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed the splinter and spent a minute trying to dig it out of my ass. I shook my head and then flicked away, muttering, “Fuckin’ piece of shit.”

This time I carefully checked where I was about to plop my ass.

I groaned in relief when the girls marched out together instead of in ones or twos. They huddled by each other, looking around with caution. When they went to stretch, they stayed bunched around them.

It made walking around them difficult.

I admired their breasts filling out their tops and the way their pleated skirts fell on their asses as they stretched. I grasped my hardening pecker and started jerking off madly. My hand flew up and down my cock.

I was so excited I popped off early, spraying Kelly’s ass with my invisible cum.

“What in tarnation,” she muttered, rubbing her ass. “It feels like my butt’s all wet.”

“There ain’t nothin’ there,” Brandy told her.

Kelly sniffed her fingers then flushed and grimaced. She knelt down to wipe her hands off on the grass. The little slut sure knew what she smelled. I buzzed from my orgasm, smiling in delight. My accidental ejaculation made Kelly look so cute.

As my pecker recharged, I observed their cheer routines. I found myself fixated on the redheaded Kelly. She was no stranger to cum. I bet she gave her boyfriend head in his pick-up truck. Or maybe she’d been giving favors to the football team. I pictured her kneeling at my feet, my hand gripping her fiery-red hair as I fucked her mouth.

“Go Lions!” the girls cheered and clapped as they finished a routine, jumping up and down and shaking their pompoms—the gold-and-black ones in their hands and the perky ones beneath their tops.

My pecker throbbed hard again. I was ready to have fun, so I marched straight to Kelly. She was just so enchanting. I stood before her, loving the sight of her. She had an errant, red curl that tumbled across her cheek.

I stroked it back behind her ear, tucking it away safe and sound.

Her face went pale. She shrieked “He’s back!”

“Really?” Marybeth asked. Was that eagerness I heard in the slutty cheerleader’s voice?

“Just try and ignore him,” Latonya sighed. “We’re lucky we convinced President Schneider to let us keep practicin’.”

Kelly flushed and the girls started the next routine. I watched Kelly as she clapped her hands and shouted the chant in time with the other girls. She turned to move and ran right into me. She grunted in surprise as she stumbled back. I acted without thought, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her down to her knees. She blinked in confusion then gasped as my cock slapped into her face.

“Oh, no!” Kelly protested, flinching from my pecker nudging at her lips. “The ghost is—”

She opened her mouth, giving me an opening.

I rammed my pecker past her lips. I shuddered at the feel of her warm, wet mouth against me. I gripped her red hair and thrust my cock, fucking her pie hole like a hot, tight pussy. My balls drank in the delight rushing down my dick.

She whimpered, and, for a moment, her hands pushed against my hips, trying to force herself away. Then she whimpered. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her hands gripped my hips as I plunged my cock into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed.

I groaned as the little slut started sucking my pecker. It was heavenly. The pressure was incredible. The tip of my dick throbbed. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive crown. I groaned out in delight.

“Are you suckin’ the ghost’s cock?” Marybeth asked, her voice full of heat.

Kelly’s answer was muffled by my pecker.

I clutched a fistful of her hair and fucked her mouth, driving my cock to the back of her throat. She sucked so hard now, slurping on it. I could see into her open mouth, watching her tongue as it stroked along the bottom of my invisible dick.

All of the cheerleaders’ eyes on us spurred me on. I slammed my pecker harder into her sweet mouth. She sucked as my cock rubbed against the roof of her mouth and brushed the back of her throat. I plunged in over and over, her fingers tightening on my hips.

“You’re so lucky,” Marybeth complained. “Wish it was me. God, he fucked me so hard on Monday. I was so close to cummin’ when Coach Windbag spoiled all my fun.”

“Gosh, you really are a slut!” Ursula snapped at Marybeth.

“Relax, Ursula,” Marybeth replied. “You seem tense. I bet you need a nice cum. That’d mellow you right out. I’d be more than happy to give you a helpin’ hand. Y’know, finger your little clam.”

“Fuckin’ dyke,” muttered Ursula.

Marybeth blew a kiss Ursula then purred, “Just for you, sugar.”

“Knock it off!” Latonya snapped. “Let’s keep practicin’. Um, Kelly, you can continue when you… er… finish with the Ghost.”

I grinned, loving their new policy.

My cock throbbed in Kelly’s mouth. I watched her pink tongue circling around my invisible shaft as she blew me. This was so exciting. I stopped fucking her mouth, just enjoying the pleasure she gave me, her cheeks hollowing with each suckle.

As she blew me, I watched the cheerleaders go through their routines.

Their slim legs flashed as they jumped and spun and kicked. Their breasts, particularly Ursula’s large tits, bounced beneath their tops. They were all so sexy. Skirts swirled about lush thighs and danced over curving rumps.

They were all gorgeous. My cock ached in Kelly’s sucking mouth. She slurped and moaned about my dick, loving me. I grinned, my eyes flicking around, drinking in all the delights flashing around me as the cheerleaders practiced.

“Damn,” I muttered. I loved being the Ghost.

Kelly’s hand slid down my pecker and found my balls. I shuddered, loving the slut’s initiative. She bobbed her mouth up and down my shaft as she played with my nuts. The slut must be eager for my cum.

I was eager to give it to her.

My attention wandered to Ursula’s big tits. I licked my lips as I watched them bounce up and down. It was almost hypnotic watching her sweater puppies play beneath her top. My balls tightened as I drank in the voyeuristic sight.

I came closer and closer to cumming into Kelly’s sucking mouth. The little slut sure knew how to give head. She was eager for my spunk. Her sucking pressure swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. My balls tightened.

I obliged her with what she wanted.

“Hot damn!” I grunted as my cum fired into her mouth.

She gulped down my jizz spurting into her mouth. While the pleasure shot through me, she whimpered, her hips wiggling from side to side. My dick throbbed in her, feeding her what she craved. She sucked hard, drawing out my cum from my nuts, massaging them until they were dry.

I let go of Kelly’s hair. She popped her mouth off my cock and panted. She stood up on wobbly legs while her tongue swept around her lips, searching for any invisible cum that may have leaked out. Her eyes glinted.

She must have found it.

Marybeth clapped, a big grin on her lips. “How was it?”

Kelly flushed. “Salty.”

Sadly, their practice ended before my pecker recovered.

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Thursday, September 5th, 2013

I was back the next afternoon, eager to play with my Lionesses. Marybeth seemed to be the most adventuresome. A perverted thought floated through in my mind as they went through their stretches. I sauntered into the midst of them and sidled up to Marybeth. I rubbed her ass through her skirt.

The naughty cheerleader gave me a winsome smile over her shoulder as she pressed her butt back into my hand. I squeezed it and her smile only grew. Her eyebrow arched, almost daring me to fuck her right here.

I had another idea.

I whispered, “How’d you like Ursula munchin’ on your rug?”

She had such a twinkle in her green eyes. “I ain’t got no rug, Mr. Ghost.”

I smiled. “Well, I reckon she could polish them hardwood floors you got, sweetness.”

“Oooh, I’d love to have Miss Prissy’s tongue up my snatch.”

I whispered my plan to her.

As the girls started their routine, I sauntered behind Ursula. My arms snaked around her, my hands grasping her huge tits. I squeezed those lush mounds while I pressed my hard cock into her firm ass, my pecker throbbing against her.

She stiffened in my arms and screeched, “Oh, no! Please not me, Mr. Ghost. I’m born-again. It ain’t right for me to do this.”

“’Fraid it’s you, sweetness,” I whispered into her ear. “You’re just too purtee to resist. Particu’rly with them mighty fine melons.” I gave her tits a squeeze. “They feel mighty ripe, so why don’t we check, sweetness?”

She whimpered as I pulled her sleeveless top over her head and threw it down. Her large tits were constrained by a black, tank top bra. I ripped that off, too as I ground against her ass. She trembled, my wish making her cooperative.

My hands squeezed her tits. They were heavy and ripe. I leaned out to peer over her shoulder, licking my lips at her fat, brown nipples thrusting from areolas the size of silver dollars. A small, gold cross on a thin chain dangled between her melons, almost vanishing in the valley of her huge mountains.

I hefted a tit and squeezed her pillowy melon. Wanting to really play with her, I circled around her, staring at her tits up close. She whimpered, the other cheerleaders glancing at her as they watched me molest her. To them, it must look like her tits just bounced and floated on their own.

I brought her dark nipple to my lip and sucked on it.

She gasped. Her eyes widened as I nibbled and loved her breast. My lips sucked and smacked on it. She groaned, her hands clenching. I loved that nub. I sucked on it with all my might, squeezing both her melons.

“Mmm, they are ripe and tasty,” I groaned between sucks.

I engulfed her other nipple, making her gasp. Her face scrunched up with bliss. Her eyes fluttered. I loved it. I danced my tongue around her nipple while my hands drifted down her body, stroking the smooth flesh of her sides.

My hands reached the hem of her pleated skirt. I slid over it, following the curve of her hips then down her thighs until I found bare flesh. When I slid back up I went under her skirt. She stiffened, letting out a whimper as I found her spankies, stroking them.

“Please mister, I’m a virgin,” she groaned as I pressed my fingers into the elastic band of her spankies.

“Well, I reckon you ’bout to lose that there cherry, sweetness.” I shoved my hand roughly down her spankies and panties to cup her soft cooch. She had a bush that tickled my palm. Her juices already flowed

Virgin juices.

“Don’t you worry now, my pecker’s gonna make you howl like a coyote at the moon!” I promised her.

She shuddered as my finger slid up and down her pussy’s groove, my knuckle pressing against the stretch material of her panties. I brushed her hymen, my pecker aching. I would get to deflower a virgin.

I loved my wish.

I pulled down her spankies and panties, leaving her only wearing her pleated skirt, socks, and shoes. I snagged her skirt with my thumb and forefinger, lifted it, and revealed her blonde bush. I grinned; the carpets matched the drapes.

“Sweetness, that is one mighty fine bush you got.”

“This… this…” she whimpered while her fellow cheerleaders tried not to watch.

I ran a finger through her cornsilk-soft bush to find her growing wetness. I stroked her pussy again, making her whimper. Her entire body shivered as my finger ran through her slit and rubbed on her little clit. I massaged her bud.

“No, no, no,” she whispered as my left hand, not busy diddling her clit, pushed down on her shoulder. She didn’t resist. “Please, Mr. Ghost.”

“Sorry, sweetness,” I told her as I stretched her out on her back on the bright green grass. “Got to break in that cooch.”

Latonya blew her whistle. “C’mon girls, keep practicin’. Let the Ghost have his fun.”

No one listened. They’d all stopped now, watching as I pushed up Ursula’s skirt, spread her legs. They quivered, realizing I was about to take her virginity. Ursula panted. Her large breasts heaving. She shook her head, on the verge of hyperventilating.

I settled between her thighs and guided my invisible pecker to her blonde bush. I felt that first caress of silk on my crown then delved into her curls and found the lips of her pussy. She gasped, jumping as my pecker pressed against the lips of her virgin cooch.

“This can’t be happening,” she whimpered, her eyes closed. She clutched her crucifix between her naked tits.

“’Fraid it is, sweetness,” I told her. “But don’t you fret none. I’m gonna enjoy poppin’ your cherry.”

My dick throbbed as I rubbed the tip up and down on her lips. I enjoyed the ticklish caress of her bush and the hot feel of her pussy lips against my sensitive tip. I found her hymen, reveling in the thrill of deflowering her.

I was surprised a cheerleader even had a hymen. I thought she would have popped it just stretching, but she was lucky. I pushed against it, feeling that thin membrane. She whimpered, clenching at her cross.

I thrust.

“Oh, Lord” she gasped as I penetrated her snatch.

Her juicy depths engulfed my cock. She was tight. Her silky cunt squeezed around my pecker as I dove deeper and deeper into her. Her tits heaved. She let out a moan, her face turning crimson as I sank into her once-pure snatch.

I drew back, groaning at the delight of enjoying Ursula’s deflowered snatch. Her flesh clenched about me. She whimpered, her eyes widening. A smile twitched the corners of her lips while her hips writhed just a bit, swirling her pussy around my thrusting cock.

I grinned as I leaned over her. Her tits pillowed against my chest. I fucked my cock into her again and again. Her pussy grew hotter and juicier about my cock. Her nipples were hard on my chest. She quivered, her pussy clenching and relaxing on my dick as she moved.

I nuzzled into her ear and whispered, “You like my pecker in you, don’t ya slut?”

A small whimper escaped her lips.

“What was that, slut?” I asked, thrusting my pecker hard into her tight cooch, enjoying every silky inch of her cunt. “You got to be louder.”

“Yes.” Her eyes were full of shame.

“Louder!” I hissed. “Let everyone know how much a slut you is.”

“I love it!” she yelled. “I love your penis inside my vagina, Mr. Ghost!”

“Your cunt,” I corrected.

“Yes, yes, my cunt! God forgive me, but fuck my cunt! Oh my gosh, this feels so, so… good!”

Her hips moved beneath me, matching my rhythm. I grinned as I plunged my pecker in and out of her silky snatch. She had the tightest hole I’d ever fucked. Luckily, her passion flowed, her juices lubing the way, and I pumped in and out of her smoothly like a piston in a cylinder, my every thrust igniting her spark plug.

I pumped in and out of her as she gasped and moaned. She quivered beneath me, bucking into my thrusts. Our flesh slapped together while the friction of her snatch built the pressure at the tip of my pecker. My balls ached, full of my cum as they thwacked into her taint.

Around us, the cheerleaders watched us fuck, their young faces flushed with desire. Especially Marybeth’s. Her green eyes watched with such hunger. Her hips wiggled from side to side, eager for the treat I promised her.

I rose erect, still hammering Ursula’s snatch, hooked her thighs with my arms, holding her tight. I fucked deep into her cooch, Ursula’s big tits bouncing as her body shook from the force of my thrusts. She moaned and whimpered, her face twisting with pleasure.

Latonya blew her whistle. “C’mon girls, keep practicin’. Just ignore them.”

“How can I ignore those purtee tits,” purred Marybeth. “I reckon she’s as stacked as Dolly Parton!”

“Don’t you be lookin’, dyke,” Ursula gasped, covering her breasts with her hands

I stopped fucking her, leaving my pecker buried in her cooch, and pulled her hands away. “None of that, sweetness. I want to see them big melons of yours.”

“Sorry! Just keep fuckin’ in me!” she begged, wiggling her hips in frustration. “I’m so close!”

“To cummin’?”

She nodded her head, her pussy clenching down around me. “I am. Please, please, keep fuckin’ my cunt, Mr. Ghost! I… I love your pecker in me. Lord, forgive me, but I’m such a sinful woman.”

“Speakin’ of forgiveness,” I said with a grin, “what you said to Marybeth was purtee mean, callin’ her a dyke and all. She was just payin’ you a comp’ment. I reckon you owe her an apol’gy.”

“I’m sorry for callin’ you a dyke,” Ursula panted, her hips wiggling, stirring that juicy snatch around my pecker.

“I’m not sure that’s good enough,” Marybeth said with indignation. “You’re always callin’ me names.”

“Well, Ursula, how ’bout you let Marybeth sit on your face. Then you eat her cunt out good and proper,” I suggested. “Do that, ‘n I’ll keep fuckin’ you.”

Ursula shook her head violently.

“Okay, I’ll just go fuck Marybeth.” I started to pull out of Ursula’s snatch, but she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me back in. “You gonna munch on her muff? That’s why I’m here, sweetness. You girls gotta learn to like each other.”

Ursula bit her lip. “You really won’t let me cum if I don’t?”

“’Fraid so, sweetness.”

She shuddered then, softly, moaned, “Okay.”

Marybeth grinned. She ripped down her black spankies and pink panties in a single go, flashing her shaved cooch dripping with juices before her skirt fell in the way. My dick throbbed as she nimbly straddled Ursula’s face and lowered her snatch to the former virgin’s lips.

“Oh, Lord,” whimpered Ursula, her pussy clenching tight about my pecker while a look of fear passed over her expression.

Ursula stared right at Marybeth’s cooch as it lowered closer and closer. Ursula licked her lips, closed her eyes, and tensed moments before Marybeth planted her cunt down on Ursula’s lips. I didn’t see what happened next, because her pleated skirts in the way, but Marybeth moaned like a banshee.

“Yes, yes, just eat my cunt, Ursula!” Marybeth moaned while Ursula’s pussy squeezed and relaxed on my pecker.

“Hold your skirt up,” I ordered. “I gotta see.”

Marybeth ripped up her skirt.

I almost came seeing Ursula’s tongue licking through Marybeth’s shaved cunt. Her tongue was stiff, hesitant, but it still danced through her folds. I drew back my cock, bringing a muffled whimper from Ursula. Then I rammed back in.

Her licking grew more and more eager as I pumped my pecker through the former virgin’s snatch. Juices coated Ursula’s chin. She wiggled her hips, matching my rhythm as her tongue plundered Marybeth’s snatch.

“Ooh, yes, just like that,” moaned Marybeth, grinding her snatch on Ursula’s mouth. “Mmm, you eatin’ my snatch like a proper dyke!”

“Yessir, she is!” I groaned, pumping away at Ursula’s snatch.

Marybeth’s grin grew as she ground her cooch Ursula’s mouth. The black-haired cheerleader undulated her hips, her breasts jiggling beneath her top while Ursula feasted. The blonde, born-again cheerleader devoured that cunt. She didn’t care about sinning now.

Not when she was lost to the mind-controlling powers of my touch.

My dick throbbed as I pounded her hard and fast. I rammed my pecker in and out of her cooch while Latonya kept blowing her whistle, trying to get the cheerleaders to practice. None of the girls were listening, too caught up in watching our three-way.

It was Kelly who started the cheer, and the other girls quickly took it up:

“Get her all fired up!

Get down, to town,

And go all the way!

Get her all fired up!

So lick and suck

And blow Marybeth away!”

I fucked Ursula faster, spurred on by the cheerleaders. Everywhere I looked, beautiful, coed hotties jumped and pranced. Some flipped up their skirts and shook their asses at me, others pulled up their tops and flashed some Grade A titties.

It was like I had died and gone to perverts’ heaven!

“Lick my pussy!” moaned Marybeth. “Oh, Ursula, I love your tongue. Why didn’t we do this ages ago? I can tell that you’re a natural oyster shucker!”

“You taste good,” panted Ursula. “Oh, yes, this is amazin’! Your pussy… So good!”

I wasn’t going to last much longer in Ursula’s tight snatch. My balls were boiling over. I fucked her faster, harder, making tits bounce. I seized one, squeezing it with my invisible hands while the cheerleaders pranced around me, cheering us on.

I needed to cum badly. I pistoned my pecker into her hole as fast as I could, that explosive release just a few thrusts away. I pounded her, my balls brimming. This was too hot. I stared at her eating Marybeth to rapture, the pressure building and building in the depths of my cock.

A new cheer started up.

“Lionesses are hot.

Lionesses are wet.

Lionesses will explode

And cum all over you!”

Their newest cheer did it. I erupted with a whooping holler of delight.

I fired my jizz into Ursula’s deflowered cunt. The first man to ever spurt his seed into her. I bet she wasn’t even on the pill. As the rapture shot through me, I wondered how big would her tits grow if she was pregnant? She would be sexy as hell with her swollen belly.

I’d reckon her breasts would become absolutely ginormous.

I pumped her full of my cum while her pussy writhed about me. She squealed in rapture, cumming on my cock and moaning into Marybeth’s pussy. I shuddered, my dick throbbing in her cooch while her writhing flesh milked me dry. Dizzy rapture filled me as I fired my last blast of spunk into her twat.

Breathing heavily, I pulled out of her cunt and sat on the grass. I looked around at the cheering, prancing girls, their naked tits bouncing, and pictured how sexy the squad would be if they all were pregnant, prancing about with their round bellies.

Fuck, I wanted to knock them all up.

This delight definitely worth the price of selling my soul.

“Mmm, I think the ghost just finished,” Marybeth purred. “Let me clean you up.” She leaned over and nuzzled into Ursula’s cunt. “Mmm, you taste great Ursula. Now I’ve tasted the entire squad’s pussies!”

“Go Marybeth!” Brandy shouted, jumping up and waving her pompoms.

“Wait, she’s gone down on more of us than just me?” Latonya gasped.

Most of the girls blushed guiltily while having big smiles on their lips. My dick throbbed in delight. They were such a naughty group.

“Mmm, and you all taste wonderful,” Marybeth giggled.

“You are such a slut,” Kelly teased.

“The biggest!” Proudly, Marybeth moaned then went back to feasting on Ursula’s cunt while Kelly started up another chant, punctuated with claps.

“Hey, Hey

Hey hey are you ready?”

CLAP! CLAP!

“Are you ready?”

CLAP! CLAP!

“To cum!”

CLAP!

“Go Ursula!”

CLAP!

“Go Marybeth!”

CLAP!

“Lionesses go all the way!”

Ursula and Marybeth seemed to take their teammates’ cheer to heart as both girls writhed and moaned into each other’s cunts, both eagerly licking up the other’s juices as they came together. There was something so beautiful about two lesbo cheerleaders making each other cum.

Finally, Marybeth flopped onto her back, breathing heavily, while Ursula licked her lips, a surprisingly happy smile on her face. The pair cuddled together, Ursula’s big tits piling against Marybeth’s still held in her top.

“Who’s the dyke now?” Marybeth asked.

“We are,” Ursula giggled.

“All right, back to practice,” Latonya ordered bossily. “We need to be ready for Homecoming on Saturday!”

* * *

Friday, September 5th, 2013

Of course I was back on Friday.

I wasn’t about to miss out on the last practice of the week. The girls were all full of giggling excitement when they walked onto the field, Latonya at the lead. She looked fierce, like a Zulu warrior marching into battle. As she swung her head around, looking for me, her beaded braids clicked and clacked a staccato beat; her war drums leading her into battle.

“Are you here, Mr. Ghost?” she asked, hands on her hips.

“’Course I am,” I answered. “Wouldn’t miss you fine, young thangs shakin’ your asses.”

“You are disruptin’ our practices,” Latonya declared, her ebony face stern. “So we decided that one girl would entertain you behind the bleachers, allowin’ the rest of us to practice unmolested.”

I mulled that over. Seemed fair. “Which girl?”

“We drew straws,” Latonya said, then her ebony skin somehow flushed darker than I thought possible, and her posture became less firm, less certain. “Today it will be me. So, we got a deal?”

I didn’t answer her. I seized the Black girl and threw her over my shoulder like a prize. She screeched in shock, her beads clattering loudly. As I strutted to the bleachers, I pulled off her spankies and panties. My hand stroked her Black booty, feeling how nice and firm she was.

“Ghost!” she whimpered.

She gasped as my hand slid lower, pressing between her thighs. I fought her shaved snatch and stroked up and down her juicy slit. Her cream already flowed, her pussy wet and ready for my pecker. Grinning, I marched beneath the bleachers with my prize.

Behind me the cheerleaders started up another chant:

“Up and down, our girls don’t mess around,

because our cunts are the best

put our pussies to the test!

On your cock, our girls slide up and down!

Go, Lionesses!”

Beneath the bleacher, Latonya’s ebony breasts, topped with pink nipples, wildly bounced as she rode my pecker up and down. Her snatch felt incredible as she slid her cunt up and down my cock. I wasn’t sure if the Lionesses’ cunts were the best. I hadn’t tried every snatch in the world, let alone in Paris, Texas.

Yet!

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