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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 16th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

I stood at the scene of my very first crime: the girls’ locker room at Boone College.

When I was nineteen, I worked as a janitor at this very educational establishment. Being a voyeuristic horndog, I quickly figured out where to drill a small hole to let me peep on the fine, young things changing and showering and carrying on.

It was the best month of my life. At least, before I made my Pact to become invisible at will.

The three years I spent in prison when I got caught were the worst years of my life.

But that was the past. Soon nubile, sweet, innocent, beautiful teenage girls would be filling this locker room, stripping off their clothes, showering and soaping their youthful charms, and I would be standing in the middle of it. My pecker was as hard as a concrete slab and throbbing painfully. I resisted touching it, waiting for the true show to begin.

This would be the ultimate, voyeuristic thrill. Every peeping Tom in the world ached for this treat. To be able to hide in the midst of a bevy of young, college coeds, all their barely legal bodies bared for your enjoyment, oblivious to your presence.

Only I could touch them. I could stimulate them. I could have my way with any one of them thanks to the other wish I made. I wasn’t reduced to only watching.

Soon, the girls filtered in in, squawking like a flock of songbirds as they talked about all the meaningless stuff of their lives.

“You’ll never guess…”

“Oh, my god…”

“That slut…”

Their conversations filled the room, bleeding over each other, making it impossible for me to listen to any one of them, not that I was hear to listen. I didn’t care about what they said, not paying their words any mind because my true delights arrived.

Tops came off, exposing their bras. They were all different: plain, white bras; frilly bras; cute bras, complete with little bows; racy bras that pushed up youthful tits. Some girls took off their bras with a bold confidence, not caring if their classmates could see their perky flesh before they donned their sports bras or tank top bras, while others were shy, hunching their shoulders to protect their modesty.

I was in heaven, staring at panty-clad asses as girls bent over to pull on gym shorts. The coed was just so delicious. They all were. I moved between them, my hands darting out to grab any feminine flesh I could reach. I gave plump butts a firm squeezed. I groped budding breasts. I felt sleek thighs.

Girls shrieked, their heads darting around, making their youthful tits heave and quiver, as they searched for the source of the touch. They didn’t see anything, of course. I was invisible to their gaze. I gave the next girl’s large tits a nice squeeze, my finger dimpling her mounds.

“What the fuck?” the busty girl gasped.

I moved onto the next girl, her ass clad in a pair of panties. I squeezed her.

She shot up and then giggled, wiggling her rump into my squeezing hip. She cried out, “It’s the Ghost!”

“Oooh,” another girl said with excitement. “I’ve heard of him. The cheerleaders are all sluts for the Ghost. I’ve seen them disappearin’ behind the bleachers to fuck him durin’ their practice.”

I grinned, loving how they talked about me. My reputation was spreading.

“I know a girl that boasts ’bout the Ghost visitin’ her bed at night,” the busty girl said. “She claims the Ghost makes her cum better than any boy at our school.”

“That’s nasty,” another girl giggled.

“Let’s get goin’, girls,” a man yelled from the entrance of the locker room. “Get your butts out of there, or I’ll have you runnin’ laps all period.”

“We gotta go, Ghost,” the girl whose ass I squeezed said as she pulled up her gym shorts. “Don’t wanna have Coach Windbag makin’ us run.”

And they were gone, the few minutes I had with them over while my cock was still hard.

“Should’ve just started fucking one right away, Scotty,” I muttered as I stretched out on the hard, wooden bench, staring at the ceiling.

I had nothing to do but wait for gym class to be over. Next time, I wouldn’t just fuck around. I’d have my fun with at least one of them. I fought touching my pecker as I thought about one cute, young thing who caught my eye. She was a shy eighteen-year-old hottie, with braces flashing on her teeth. I didn’t get a good luck at her titties as she hid in the corner.

“They’re gonna have to shower when they get back, Scotty,” I told myself. “Bet we can have a lot of fun with Miss Braces then.”

My thoughts were full of the black-haired coed smiling at me, her braces glinting silver on her teeth, making her seem even more innocent and young. I ached to feel her tight, barely legal cooch wrapped about my pecker. I’d fuck her hard and shoot my cum inside her.

“Bet she’s never even been fucked before,” I muttered. “Gonna get me some virgin cooch. Yessir, I am.”

I smiled at that as I drifted through my fantasies.

I must have dozed into a nap, dreaming about those sweet, young things when a girl asked, her voice echoing around the locker room, “You still here, Ghost?”

My eyes snapped open. I sat up and, in my best ghost impression, answered, “Course I am, sweetness. Wouldn’t miss out on watchin’ you fine, young thangs showerin’.”

The sweaty girls giggled as they filed in. They were all looking around, big smiles on their faces. They’d heard how I made girls cum and cum. That made my dick hard. They were eager to be molested by me.

I spotted Miss Braces staring at the cement floor as she hurried for her locker. Like before, she was shy, stripping faster than a flash of lightning. Blink and I missed her. I was just getting around to her row when she was making a beeline straight to the showers, a towel clutched about her body, protecting her youthful charms like a doe guarding her faun.

My pecker aching, I followed.

She threw her towel over the metal stall divider, turned on the water, and stepped into the spray. It splashed across her body, wetting her down in moments. I was glad there was no doors, just the little spacers between the shower stations.

I let out a hungry groan as I watched her soap her pale, nubile body. She was a sexy thing. Her breasts were lovely, a little larger than a handful and topped with tiny, red nipples. She turned, facing her ass towards me, and wiggled it was she washed her thighs, bent over, her bush just peeking between her thighs.

I pounced on her like a hungry lion.

“What in the blue hell!” she shrieked as I pressed her up against the shower stall, the head over her, spraying across my body. She wiggled that wet form against me, my cock rubbing on her cute rump. “Oh, no, stop, Mr. Ghost!”

“Just relax, sweetness,” I purred, my hands sliding up her sides to cup her small breasts. Just perfect handfuls of eighteen-year-old titties. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

She whimpered, still squirming, but it didn’t feel like she was trying to escape. My wish was affecting her, controlling her mind to enjoy this. I nuzzled her neck, kissing her soft flesh. My fingers massaged her little nipples, making her shiver, her wet ass rubbing on my cock.

“Oooh, looks like Lizzy and the Ghost be gettin’ acquainted!” giggled a girl. “Wild. I can see the water running down the Ghost’s body, outlining him.”

“Oh, that is exciting. He must be rubbing his cock against her ass.”

“Sweetness, I am,” I said.

Lizzy groaned. She now had her hands braced against the wall as she shivered. My dick throbbed. I had to fuck her. I had to take this sweet thing hard. I couldn’t resist. She was just such a hot, young thing.

My right hand abandoned her tit to slide down her body. She gasped as I slid across her stomach and reached her pubic mound. I brushed the wet curls of her bush. I slid through her silky hairs as I reached for my cock pressing into her cunt.

I grabbed it and rubbed it into her sweet cooch. She whimpered and squirmed. My dick throbbed against her as I pressed my cock into her hot folds, searching for the entrance. She moaned louder as I found her opening guarded by her membrane.

I found her hymen.

“Soowee, you is a virgin!” I said in excitement.

“Oh, wow!” Lizzy moaned, her body trembling. “He’s pressin’ against my maidenhead!”

“Pop her cherry!” someone clapped. “Break her in for the football team!”

“No!” Lizzy gasped. “Not for them!”

“Sweetness, relax. I’m breakin’ you in for me,” I told her, squeezing her breast with my left hand while a thrill shot through me. Another virgin to pop. My second one since I became a ghost.

I pressed against her cherry, feeling her thin tissue stretching. I groaned, loving the feel of it wrapping about the crown of my dick. I felt her juicy warmth just waiting on the other side, aching for me to bury in her and make her explode. She groaned and whimpered, her hips wiggling from side to side.

Her cherry popped.

I sank halfway into her untouched depths. I groaned as her silky walls wrapped about my pecker, massaging my cock. She jumped in my arms, her wet hair brushing my cheek as she thrashed. I slid deeper and deeper into her, the first man to enjoy her sweet delights.

“Popped me a cherry!” I whooped.

The assembled girls clapped and cheered, their cries echoed around me while Lizzy’s deflowered cunt clenched down on me. She shuddered beneath the shower spray, her hips wiggling around, stirring me up as the other girls celebrated.

“Way to go, Lizzy!”

“You got the Ghost in you!”

“You’re the Ghost’s slut now, too!”

“You’re so lucky! I wish I had a cherry for the Ghost to pop!”

I groaned at those sounds. They spurred me on. I drew back my cock and rammed it back into the virgin, our wet flesh slapping together. Their naughty excitement echoed through the locker room. It was such a wondrous delight to hear as I fucked Lizzy’s tight cooch.

Lizzy moaned, her hot cunt gripping my pecker. The virgin shuddered against me, her lithe body writhing, her hips wiggling, as I plowed into her deflowered snatch. Her pussy massaged my dick, pleasure rippling through me. My swinging balls drank it in. She was so wet, and not just because of the shower.

“Oh, geez!” Lizzy groaned, her head arching. “Oh, my gosh! His cock’s slidin’ in and out of me!”

“How’s it feel?” someone called out.

“Pretty great!” she answered.

“Her juicy cooch feels more than pretty great,” I moaned, slamming into her. “She’s fan-fucking-tastic. So fuckin’ tight and wet and warm. Soowee, she’s got a silky snatch!”

I fucked her harder, driving my cock into her depths. She moaned and gasped, her hips stirring her snatch around my cock as I pounded her. The water splashed around us, bathing us while her pussy soaked my pecker in her warm cream.

My hands gripped both her tits now, loving how tiny they were. They were little more than bee stings, but they felt amazing. She cooed as I rubbed her nipples, which were as hard as diamonds. I loved playing with them. I pinched them, making her gasp while her cunt tightened about my cock.

“Fuck her hard!” someone yelled out. “And make her cum!”

“Lizzy, you slut! Drain the Ghost’s balls!”

“Pound the little whore’s snatch proper good, Ghost!”

“Make her howl! Lizzy’s so uptight, she needs a good cum to mellow her out!”

“I reckon I will!” I groaned, Lizzy whimpering. “Her pussy’s just boilin’ ’round my pecker!”

I sucked hard on her neck, kissing her, wanting to leave a hickey. Lizzy moved her hips as I thrust into her depths, her hips stirring around. I hugged her tight, nibbling on her, loving her as I fucked her barely legal snatch.

Her snatch grew hotter and hotter. Her voice rose in pitch. In volume. Her moans echoed around the locker room. I pinched and tugged on her nipples. My dick ached in her pussy. Her snatch massaged my pecker as I pounded in her.

“Oh, Ghost!” Lizzy moaned. “Oh, Ghost, I think… I think it’s gonna happen!”

“Don’t fight it!” I growled and then rammed into her.

“Yes!” she howled.

The former virgin came hard. She threw back her head, her wet hair rubbing on my neck while her silky cooch spasmed about my cock. That wondrous flesh writhed and convulsed about me, massaging me as I hammered my pecker in and out of her depths.

The pleasure spilled down my shaft as she groaned. The other girls cheered her as the deflowered virgin bucked in my arms. Lizzy’s moans echoed around me, her voice so throaty. My balls tightened. Nothing felt better than a young thing’s tight cunt cumming about my pecker.

“Ghost!” she moaned, her voice delirious with passion. “Oh, my gosh! So good!”

“I’m gonna cum in you!”

“Do it, Ghost!” a girl shouted.

“Hose her cunt down!” another moaned.

“Yes!” Lizzy gasped, her pussy convulsing harder.

My balls tightened as my orgasm neared. My hands slid down her wet body to grip her slippery hips. I pounded harder into her cumming snatch. Her writhing flesh rippled about my dick, sucking at my shaft.

I rammed into her. Ecstasy exploded through me.

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic!” I howled as I spilled my jizz into her juicy snatch.

My cum fired hard. It spurted out of my dick while the pleasure slammed through my mind. Stars erupted across my vision. I growled as her cunt writhed about my cock, sucking at it, drawing out every drop into her deflowered depths.

“Oh, shoot!” groaned Lizzy. “I think he just came inside me!”

“I did!” I howled, the pleasure slamming into my mind. Ecstasy carried me to that wonderful height of rapture.

“Oh, wow!” she howled. “That feels so wild! Oh, gosh, oh, gosh!” She quivered, her cunt squeezing around my dick, milking out the last of my cum while she kept shuddering, her orgasm spilling through her.

I held her through her trembling passion as my dick softened in her. I buzzed as I came down from my high, grinning the entire time. I loved being the Ghost and experiencing such joy as this. She panted, whimpered, her head leaned forward, the shower spray raining down on her.

“You was a great fuck, sweetness,” I said as I pulled out of her. I slapped her ass.

She gasped and jumped, rubbing her rump and looking over her shoulder at me. Her braces shone as she gave me a dazzling smile. She was so cute. My dick twitched. I wished I had the stamina to just go again, but I needed a break.

I grabbed her towel. I dried myself off.

Lizzy was the last to leave, hastily dressing, her cheeks flushed. She paused as the next group of girls filed in, and said, “Thank you, Mr. Ghost. I… um… I had fun!”

I gave her sweet ass one final squeeze through her jeans. “Me, too, sweetness. You better skedaddle before I have another go at your hot cooch.”

“I might like that,” she said then giggled and fled the locker room, her hair clinging wet about her shoulders.

“Damn,” I muttered.

I didn’t do much with the next group save to fondle a few breasts, letting them know the Ghost was here. My pecker needed a recharge after Lizzy’s sweet cooch. Which was a shame I couldn’t just fuck as much as I wanted because there were some god-damn-gorgeous girls. By the time the second class was over, my pecker had almost recovered.

Good thing, too, because a pair of smoking-hot twins trooped in for the third class.

“Goddamn,” I muttered when I saw them, my heart nearly stopping . My pecker rose to full mast. I had to have them.

They were slim and graceful, faces full of freckles and large, exuberant smiles. Their hair was a deep auburn. One had hers plaited in a French braid while the other twin’s hair was streaked with blonde highlights. Miss Braid lifted up her frilly top, exposing a pair of small breasts clad in a lacy bra.

“Oh, my god, did you see Dillon?” Miss Highlights sneered to her sister. “That haircut. Eww, what was he thinkin’?”

“Right?” her sister added, incredulity painted across her face. She slipped her bra’s straps off her shoulders, exposing her tits. Her nipples were dark pink, but soft. That had to be fixed.

I pressed my fingers against her areola. As she froze, her nipple hardened, stimulated by my touch, and swelled into a round nub between my digits. I grinned, rolling and twisting it between my thumb and forefingers

Finally, she moved her head, looking around, her eyes wide, a tremble racing through her. I could see the mix of fear and lust in her eyes. I pinched her nub harder; she mewed almost like a kitten, her body shaking more.

“I was thinkin’ of lettin’ Dillon ask me out,” Miss Highlights continued, unaware of her sister’s plight. “No way now.”

I pressed my hard pecker against Miss Braid’s tight jean shorts from behind, still manipulating her nipple, and nuzzled into her neck. She whimpered as I kissed up to her ear. Her skin tasted faintly of apricots. I loved it.

When I reached her ear, I whispered, “Why don’t you slide down them shorts and panties off your purtee ass so I can fuck your tight cornhole?”

“Maybe I should start flirtin’ with Shane,” Miss Highlights said, still oblivious to me molesting her twin. “Matti dumped him, and he’s lookin’ so sad.” Miss Highlights shuddered, eyes squeezed closed while a look of wanton lust washed over her face. “I could make him feel all kinda better!”

Miss Braid let out another whimper. My dick throbbed against her ass as I heard the pop of her jean short’s fastener coming undone. I slid my other hand around her body, grabbing both her tits. I kneaded her pliant flesh, enjoying them as her zipper rasped down.

Her twin kept prattling on about some dumb boy. Miss Highlights started unbuttoning her blouse while Miss Braid wiggled her hips. The jean shorts slid down her thighs, my dick pressing into her cotton panties. I squeezed her tits, my dick just throbbing in delight. I fought a groan as Miss Braid peeled her panties down next, the cloth sliding against my pecker.

Then I was resting directly on her ass. I groaned, feeling how peachy and soft her rump was. It was pale and plump, so smooth. She shifted and my dick was nestled between her butt-cheeks. She massaged my shaft as her hips wiggled from side to side.

“Oh, god,” moaned Miss Braid.

“After I’m done kissin’ him,” prattled Miss Highlights, a big smile on her lips, “Shane’ll forget all ’bout the hussy who broke his heart!” Miss Highlights ripped off her bra, a dreamy look dancing in her eyes.

Her tits looked identical to her twin’s.

My dick throbbed. I had to be in Miss Braid’s asshole right now. This was too hot for me to resist. I brought my right hand from Miss Braid’s youthful breast and spat in it. Then I reached down and rubbed it up and down my cock, getting myself nice and ready to bugger the eighteen-year-old coed’s cornhole.

As I lubed my dick with the spit, I turned Miss Braid to face the locker. The girl seemed to understand because she braced herself. Her sister kept babbling on as I spat on my hand again, making sure my dick was nice and slick.

Then I spread apart Miss Braid’s butt-cheeks. The sweet, young thing gasped as I shoved my pecker between them, sliding down to her asshole. She shuddered as I found that puckered opening. I grinned and thrust forward.

She gasped as I buried into her tight cornhole.

“Oh, damn!” she moaned, her bowels clenching on me as I penetrated into her depths.

She was velvety tight and deliciously hot. I slid deeper and deeper into Miss Braid, making her whimper. That drew her twin’s attention. The babble stopped as Miss Highlights stared at the sweet thing I was sodomizing with concern.

“What’s wrong, Marissa?” Miss Highlights asked. “Why are you standing like that and…?” She reddened, her eyes staring at her sister’s butt-cheeks. “What did you do to your butthole? It’s all spread open.”

“I’m gettin’ buggered by the Ghost, Rhonda-May,” Marissa moaned. “Ain’t you been payin’ attention? He’s been molestin’ me while you were prattlin’ on.”

“Saint Peter’s ghost!” gasped Rhonda-May, her hands clasping over her tits, hiding those lovely things.

“I ain’t no saint,” I growled, savoring Marissa’s tight asshole. “But I am a Ghost! Mmm, your sister’s lovin’ my attention!”

“Shit!” Marissa hissed. “Oh, my god! His cock is in my butt-hole, Rhonda-May! Oh, wow! I didn’t know anal could feel good!”

Rhonda-May leaned into her sister. “Really? You’re likin’ it?”

My hand snaked out, pushing Rhonda-May’s arm, ripping it away from her tits. She didn’t fight me. I grinned as I thrust away at her sister, my hand darting for her breast. I groped her, squeezing her firm delight.

“Oh, no!” she gasped and tried to pull away.

Her breast slipped through my hand, but I got a good grip on her nipple. I pinched her nub and yanked, stretching out her tit. She yelped then groaned as my wish affected her. I rolled her nipple as I plowed her sister’s asshole. Rhonda-May’s cheeks burned while hips wiggled

I bet her cooch was growing hot and bothered.

“You two are gonna be late for gym!” a mousy girl called out, not realizing what was going on.

“Tell the coach Marissa ain’t feelin’ good!” Rhonda-May panted as I tweaked her nipple. It was hot watching the little bud twist, stretching out her areola. “I’m helpin’ her out.”

“Oh, shit!” Marissa cursed, her face burning red, her bowels clamping down on my cock. “There’s definitely somethin’ goin’ on in my butt!”

“Eww, TMI, Marissa,” the girl answered. “But I’ll let Coach Breeze know.”

I grunted, loving this. The mousy girl vanished as I kept plowing Marissa’s tight asshole. Her cornhole gripped my pecker, massaging me. Pleasure spilled through me as I thrust hard and fast into her, reaming her, making her groan.

“Why don’t you get out of that skirt, sweetness,” I told Rhonda-May, twisting her nipple. “Let me see your cooch!”

“Mmm, yes, Ghost,” she moaned. “Oh, damn, I’m just so wet. Why is this so excitin’?”

“I know,” grunted Marissa, her asshole clinging to my dick, sending such pleasure shooting to my balls.

I grinned and kept sodomizing her. I watched as Rhonda-May unzipped her skirt. It dropped away, exposing her plain, boring panties. She peeled those down in a flash, revealing her shaved-bare cooch, so juicy and delicious.

I groaned, drinking in the sight of her juices glistening on that girlish, bald twat. My hand abandoned her breast, darting down to rub at her hot flesh. She gasped, her eyes widening as I stroked her molten flesh. I thrust a finger into her.

“Damn, you’re as hot as your sister’s ass,” I groaned.

“Good!” she moaned, her pussy clenching down on my digit.

I fucked one twin’s asshole and fingered the other. I stirred them both up, loving how they gasped, their passion sounding the same. My dick throbbed in Marissa’s asshole. I fucked her hard, reaming my dick deep into her asshole while my finger pumped in and out of Rhonda-May’s fine snatch.

Curious what she tasted like, I popped my finger out of her. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering. I slammed into Marissa’s asshole and slid my digit into my mouth. I groaned at the taste of Rhonda-May’s barely legal cunt, savoring her flavor.

“Shit. You taste as delicious as cranberry dressin’!” I hooted when I finished sucking my fingers clean. Then I gave Marissa’s ass a slap before ramming my dick into her. “Why don’t you give your sister a taste?”

Marissa moaned. Her hand shot out between her twin’s thighs.

“Marissa!” Rhonda-May gasped as her sister’s finger shoved inside her. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry,” Marissa answered, digging her finger deep inside her sister’s cooch.

“You… oh… oh… shouldn’t,” panted her sister. “It’s… Oh, my…”

Marissa pulled out her finger, drenched in her sister’s creamy juices, and stared at them. Then she shoved it in her mouth so fast like if she took a moment longer to think about it she would have lost her nerve. She sucked on that incestuous cream, her velvety bowels squeezing about my plunging pecker.

“Mmm, she does taste like cranberries!” she gasped. Then she shoved her fingers back into her sister’s cooch, plunging fast.

This was so hot. My pecker throbbed in Marissa’s asshole as I watched the incestuous delight. Rhonda-May leaned against the locker, closed her eyes, and clearly enjoyed her sister’s fingering. She whimpered and moaned, her youthful titties jiggling.

Then her eyes shot open. A naughty smile crossed Rhonda-May’s lips. Her hands darted forward. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but Marissa gasped. Her cornhole got real tight on my thrusting pecker, the velvety friction burning around it.

“Oh, yes, finger my twat!” moaned Marissa. “Oh, damn, that’s hot.”

“Shit!” I grunted, hammering her tight asshole now. It was so hot watching the two twins finger each other’s cooches.

I could feel Rhonda ‘s fingers wiggling inside her sister’s cunt. It massaged my pecker. I groaned, fucking Marissa harder. My blood boiled as I watched two actual sisters touch each other. My jizz swelled in my balls.

Hot damn, selling my soul was worth this!

How far would they go? They were fingering each other’s snatches, so would they do something really incestuous? I had to find out. My lusts demanded it. I drilled into Marissa’s ass hard as I groaned, “You two are a pair of dirty sluts! I reckon you should kiss.”

“Yes!” Rhonda-May agreed

She didn’t hesitate. She darted her head forward and kissed her twin. I groaned. It was like watching a woman kiss her reflection. Their tongues fenced, both moaning their delight. I hammered Marissa’s asshole as she made out with her twin.

This was the hottest moment of my life. My balls, full of my cum, smacked into her flesh. She whimpered into her twin’s mouth. Their tongues dueled. Their bodies shook. They were both so turned on. They were consumed with their lust.

It was so hot. I loved it.

Then it happened. Marissa shuddered. Her asshole spasmed around my pecker. Her cornhole convulsed and writhed. She moaned and bucked. My eyes widened as I realized she was cumming on her sister’s fingers and my big dick.

“Hot damn!” I groaned. I was about to cum. Who wouldn’t watching a pair of hot, eighteen-year-old twins kissing and fingering each other?

I didn’t want this tend. I wanted to keep having fun with them, but her asshole… Her convulsing asshole sucked at my balls. If I kept fucking them, I’d cum. Then it’d be a while before I recovered. There were so many pretty, young things to fuck and my pecker just wasn’t up to the task.

Maybe there’s a way in the Witch of Endor’s book to get more stamina.

“Shit!” I snarled and ripped my pecker out of her asshole. “Goddamn, you two sluts are so hot.”

They whimpered, juices flooding down Marissa’s thighs. She must be drenching her sister’s hand right now. I shook my head, depraved thoughts washing through my mind. Could I get these two sluts to do that to each other?

I had to find out.

“Marissa, lie down on the bench,” I ordered. “I want to watch Rhonda-May eat out your cooch, while I fuck her ass!”

“Oh, yes!” the cumming twin moaned.

Marissa didn’t hesitate to stretch out on the bench. She spread her thighs wide, exposing the pink folds of her shaved pussy. She writhed on her back, her breasts jiggling as she stared at her twin sister. Rhonda-May looked dazed.

“Come eat my twat!” Marissa moaned.

“Oh, gosh, yes!” Rhonda-May panted, staring at her sister’s shaved snatch.

She knelt on on the bench between her twin’s thighs, her ass sticking up in the air. Marissa gasped as Rhonda-May buried her face into her sister’s snatch. The lesbian incest burned before my eyes, making my pecker so hard.

“You taste like cranberries, too!” Rhonda-May moaned. “Mmm, that’s good.”

“Don’t stop lickin’ me!” Marissa gasped. Rhonda-May obliged her, bringing more moans from Marissa. “Ohmygod! That’s hella amazin’! You’re eatin’ me, Rhonda-May! You’re eatin’ my pussy!”

“She sure as shit is,” I groaned, parting Rhonda-May’s asscheeks.

I grinned at the sight of Rhonda-May’s brown, wrinkled asshole. I brought my dick right to it and thrust. I cornholed the girl with a single thrust, burying my dick, slick from her sister’s asshole, to the hilt in her velvety heaven.

Rhonda-May gasped into her sister’s cooch, her asshole squeezing down hard on my pecker. I drew back, loving the friction, then drove into her asshole again. And again. I fucked her hard as she made Marissa gasp and moan.

I loved it. Rhonda-May’s bowels squeezed and relaxed about my cock, stimulating me. Heady bliss shot through me as I pounded her hard. My dick throbbed and ached in the depths of her bowels. My head threw back.

“Yes!” Rhonda-May howled.

To my shock, she was already cumming, exploding like a short fuse firecracker. She must have been primed by her sister’s fingering. Her asshole writhed about my thrusting dick, massaging me. It was incredible.

I savored pounding her velvety sheath as she devoured her twin sister’s cunt. She feasted on it as I enjoyed her tight cornhole. She moaned and wiggled. She made Marissa gasp and moan. This was the best day ever.

Twin sisters!

“Lick me!” Marissa groaned. “Keep licking me! I love it! Oh, why did we never do this before? eighteen years sharin’ a room… Think of all the fun we coulda had!”

“Well, we got the rest of our lives to have fun!” Rhonda-May moaned, her asshole still spasming about my pecker.

“Mmm, we’re gonna so much fun!” Marissa pinched her stiff nipples. “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum! This is hella wicked!”

“Cum for me, sister!” Rhonda-May purred. “Cum on my tongue!”

Rhonda-May’s orgasm died as she feasted on her sister. I savored pumping into her tight sheath as she made her twin gasp and moan. It was so hot. Marissa’s face twisted in delight. Her eyes squeezed shut.

Then it happened.

Marissa’s back arched. She screamed in rapture. Rhonda-May moaned, licking and lapping. The scent of hot cunts filled the air. I shuddered, loving it. This was so hot. My balls ached, my own cum building and building in them.

Footsteps echoed through the hall.

Rhonda-May gasped, her head lifting up from her sister’s pussy. She looked over her shoulder, eyes wide in shock. Pussy cream dripped from her face. I didn’t care. I just kept fucking her cornhole as the footsteps came closer.

“Keep licking me!” hissed Marissa. She pulled her sister’s head down to her snatch. “Make me explode again!”

“Rhonda-May,” the mousy girl said, “Coach Breeze said to take Marissa to the nurse if she ain’t…” Her voice trailed off. I grinned as I watched the girl blush. Then she fled the locker room.

“Oh, shit!” gasped Rhonda-May. “She saw us! Holy shit!” Her ass spasmed on my pecker, as the little slut came a second time.

It was heaven. Her writhing bowels milked me, my balls tightening. There was no stopping me this time. Not with her sweet asshole convulsing around me. I growled and buried myself deep in the girl’s cornhole.

My jizz erupted into her bowels.

Blast after blast of rapture erupted out of me. Stars burst across my vision as I pumped my cum into her cornhole. Her asshole, writhing from her orgasm, rippled about me. I groaned as she worked my cum out of me.

It was so amazing. I gripped her hips as my pleasure peaked in me. I groaned, shaking my head as my ecstasy buzzed through me. I fired a final spurt of jizz into her depths. I blinked, staring down at her, seeing through my cock into her gaping asshole.

I wish my cum wasn’t invisible. It’d be hot to see it in her.

“Hot damn, you two are great fucks,” I said as I pulled out of her. I sank down on the bench, breathing heavily.

The twins girls bolted up, sweat plastering their bodies, faces full of fear. More pussy cream dripped from Rhonda-May’s chin. She stared at the door and moaned, “Oh, no! She’s getting the Coach!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Marissa cursed over and over like a record skipping, about to hyperventilate.

“Relax, sweetness,” I told them, rubbing their sides. “Here’s what you do.”

When Coach Windbag—the school’s nickname for the blowhard—stormed in, his face red as a baboon’s ass, he found the twins cuddled together, looking as sexy as fucking possible. The coach’s eyes widened while a bulge tented his gym shorts.

“What in tarnation are you two doin’!” he demanded. “What a pair of brazen, depraved hussies!”

“We just wanted to show you how much we appreciate you, coach,” purred Rhonda-May as she fondled Marissa’s perky tits.

“Come here, and let us shower you in gratitude for being such a great teacher.” Marissa spread her sister’s legs and fingered Rhonda-May’s shaved cunt.

No man could resist two twins fondling each other. Not when they were as hot as these two. Coach Windbag groaned. He stumbled forward dazed, his eyes drinking in the sight of the two barely legal temptresses writhing before him.

The moment he was in range, the two sisters did exactly what I told them to. They pounced, their hands grabbing his shorts. They wrenched them down. His cock popped out. Without hesitating, they sucked and nibbled on the tip of his dick, licking him like a pair of kittens at a saucer of milk.

It was like watching my own porno. One of those fake student/teacher ones. Only there was nothing fake about this. The twins sucked and licked, sharing his cock between them, while the coach closed his eyes and gripped their auburn hair. Their tongues and lips would meet, and the twin sisters would kiss each other around his cock.

That was too much for the coach. He erupted across both of their faces in less than a moment. He grunted and cursed as he hosed them down. He basted their features, leaving the twin sisters looking so fucking trashy as jizz dripped off their freckled faces.

Without prompting, Rhonda-May licked a line of spunk up her sister’s chin, then shared a sloppy, cum-filled kiss with her twin. Coach Windbag stared down at them then he swallowed and backed away before anyone caught him.

The twins got themselves out of trouble, and the hot sight got my pecker ready for the fourth gym class.

The first girl to saunter in for fourth period was a cute, skinny, Mexican girl, her dark hair falling in loose curls about her bronze shoulders, and her ass writhing like a pair of cats fighting in a sack beneath her tight jeans. She unbuttoned those tight jeans, shimmied them slowly down her thighs, waving a plump ass clad by a skimpy, bikini-cut pair of panties in my face.

I didn’t play around.

“¡Madre di Dios!” she gasped as I pushed her across the bench, and yanked those panties down her bronze ass. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Just the Ghost, sweetness,” I purred, giving her ass a squeeze. “Just gonna fuck that purtee cooch of yours.”

I groaned at the sight of her cooch. It was pretty and tight, her brown lips hiding her pink, inner flesh like a flower bud closed for the night. A light fuzz of black hair adorned her cunt, making my pecker ache more for her innocence. I spread her labia, admiring the pink, inner folds of her cunt. Juices beading her petals as her cooch got all hot and bothered beneath my touch. Her nectar dripped out and leaked down her thighs.

She was as wet as a flower after an afternoon shower.

“Ooh, Zena, you are in for a treat,” cooed Kelly. She was one of the cheerleaders I fucked on a regular basis.

I rubbed the tip of my pecker across the lips of Zena’s cooch.

“Wait, no, not in my clam!” Zena protested. “If you have to fuck me, use my butt! Please! I’m a good Catholic girl! It’s not sex if it’s up the ass!”

“Or cheating?” Kelly asked, curious. “I heard you let Bobby Yates fuck your ass!”

“Right,” Zena nodded. “Because anal ain’t sex, just like a blowjob or a handie. Only my boyfriend can have my clam. Please, Mr. Ghost?”

“Well, I reckon you did ask all nice and such,” I told her, then shoved my pecker up her cooch anyways, savoring the tight velvet of her clam. “But your cooch looked so purtee. Like a redhead at prom, I just couldn’t resist fucking you, sweetness!”

“¡Cabrón!” she yelled as I pistoned her snatch, wriggling her hips, which caused her bronze ass to jiggle. “Oh, fuck! Mmm, harder! Your cock is devouring my clam!”

“Is it cheatin’ if it’s a Ghost?” Kelly asked.

“I hope not,” Zena moaned. “Because his rope is churnin’ up a furnace inside me!”

Kelly’s breasts popped out of her bra as she kept changing into her gym clothes. They were perky and round, and oh-so-pale against the locks of her flaming hair. I reached out, fingering her hard nipple; Kelly smiled, slapping my hand away.

“You just concentrate on Zena,” she admonished. “Maybe you’ll get to play with me durin’ cheerleadin’ practice this afternoon.”

“Lookin’ forward to it, sweetness.”

“Oh, fuck! I wish my boyfriend felt this great!” Zena purred. “I’m gonna cum!” She moaned, her delightful clam sucking on my cock as her climax rocked her. “Christ, I’ve never cum when Julio fucks me!”

“You should dump him,” Kelly said. “Or make him go down on you!”

“Ooh, that’d be nice,” Zena smiled.

“Or I could go down on you,” Kelly offered.

Zena looked startled at Kelly. “You’re gay?”

Kelly giggled. “No, I’m straight. But every girl on the squad’s tasted pussy. Even Ursula.” A conspiratorial smile formed on her lips and she bent down. “In fact, straitlaced Ursula’s taken quite a likin’ to Marybeth’s snatch.”

“Oh, God,” Zena moaned. “Maybe you could… y’know.”

“You bet,” Kelly answered, pulling her gym shorts up her legs. “Better hurry up or Zena’s goin’ to get yelled at by Coach Windbag.”

“I reckon if you give Zena a nice kiss, that’d speed me up, sweetness.”

Kelly rolled her beautiful, blue eyes. “You are such a perv, Ghost.” Then she bent over and planted a kiss on Zena’s startled face, the girl’s cooch tightening nicely on my pecker. Kelly’s tongue wiggled pink into Zena’s lips, moaning like a little trollop.

It was too much for my balls. I exploded. My dick unloaded into the Mexican girl’s pussy. I pumped my jizz into her snatch. The pleasure surged through me. My mind reeled from the bliss erupting out of my cock. I grunted, enjoying another coed slut.

“I guess that did the trick,” Kelly smiled and sauntered out.

Poor Zena still had to run laps, but she had a smile on her face the whole time. I sat on the old bleachers, careful not to get any splinters, and watched her run. Her perky breasts bounced beneath her shirt. She didn’t have time to put on her sport’s bra, so her regular bra didn’t keep her tits from heaving.

I leaned back on the bleacher, closed my eyes, deciding to take a nap. Soon cheerleading practice would start. I’d need my strength to please one of those nubile girls beneath the bleachers. I definitely needed to go the library tomorrow. I wanted more stamina.

There had to be a way to get it. I needed to make a new pact.

To be continued…

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