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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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Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

My pecker was still damp from Miss Cheshire’s cooch as I sat invisible at one of the library’s computers. The first thing I did when I entered the building was to give the hot librarian a nice tumble in the storeroom. I fucked her so hard against a shelf that a stack of books fell down on us. I kept right on plowing her cunt.

No way was I going to let a few bumps and bruises stop me.

Now that I got my nuts off, it was time to research. I came to the library for a reason—fucking Miss Cheshire was just a bonus. I had knowledge to uncover. I typed in the web address, www.unearthedarcana.com, into the browser bar and waited for it to load.

It did in almost an instant. Damn, I loved high-speed internet. My boarding house had something called DSL. It was useless to use. So slow and they had almost every site blocked to keep us parolees from seeing things like porn.

Thank God for the public library system.

UnearthedArcana.com was my favorite website in the world. It was full of information on all things supernatural. It was on this site that I learned how to summon the Devil. I loved my wishes. Being invisible was the best, but there was a crucial thing I forgot to wish for. My poor pecker couldn’t keep up with all the fine, young things I wanted to fuck.

That had to change.

I scanned the translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, happy to see that there were other demons I could summon. I blanched at some of the spells. Asherah required you to strangle an innocent to summon her. You had to drown a person for Dagon. I almost threw up when read the price for Molech: three hundred women sacrificed to the demon per wish he granted.

How could I sentence any woman to such a fate? I couldn’t fuck them if they were dead.

Only an absolute, vile monster would do that.

Now Astarte was perfect. Her summoning was easy. I just had to fuck a girl at sunset. Astarte would possess her body until dawn, amusing herself with depraved sex. The demoness would only grant one wish, and only a small thing. Hopefully, unlimited sexual stamina was small enough.

After that, I browsed the posts on the Ghost of Paris. It was all over social media about my “haunting” of the girl’s locker room at Boone college yesterday. Just thinking of those fine, young things I fucked yesterday got my dick hard again. I took one eighteen-year-old girl’s virginity, then I fucked a pair of twin sisters and watched one go down on the other. And to top it off, I fucked this hot-assed Mexican chick while she made out with one of the cheerleaders.

My dick was growing hard again.

My eyes trailed over to Miss Cheshire. The librarian was smoking hot with her tawny hair pinned up in a tight bun, and slim, silver glasses perched on a cute, freckled nose. She wore a low-cut, red blouse, the hue so bright your eyes couldn’t help but stare at her large breasts. When she bent over, they seemed about to fall out. She clearly wore no bra, and those melons jiggled magnificently as she walked about.

And, hot-damn, that skirt was practically indecent. It barely fell below her ass.

She sauntered over to the copier, bending over to work on it. Her skirt rode up, flashing her red panties at me, the crotch damp with our cum.

I had to have her again.

I rose and crossed the library to her, my pecker throbbing again. I loved my abilities. I licked my lips, staring at Miss Cheshire’s peeking panties as she made those copies, just bent over and begging to be fucked.

“Hello, sweetness,” I whispered as my invisible fingers shoved the gusset of her panties to the side.

I exposed her shaved pussy and slammed into her before she could say a word of objection. She gasped, her cunt clenching about my pecker as I buried to the hilt in her juicy depths. Her flesh soaked me. She was juicy, still full of my first load of cum, and so hot.

She almost melted my dick as I pumped away at her, my balls smacking into her over and over.

She moaned in delight, throwing an appreciative glance over her shoulder, then wiggled her ass as I plowed her. She bit her lips and tried to look like she was using the machine. Her skirt was so short, no one could even tell that she was getting fucked.

“Oh, baby,” she moaned.

“You got that right, sweetness,” I groaned, thrusting so hard into her, fucking her from behind. “I’m in you.”

“Ghost, yes!” she moaned, her fingers hitting copy.

The machine whirled as I pounded her. The bright light flooded out from beneath as it moved up and down the tray. The scent of her tart cunt mixed with the sharp scent of hot toner. I groaned, plowing into her, my balls aching as the pressure built and built in them.

The copier rocked as I pounded her. I enjoyed the thrill of our unobtrusive fuck. A young guy walked by wearing headphones. He sat down at one of the computers just feet away, nodding his head to his tunes. Then an old lady hobbled by, muttering to herself.

Grinning, I cast my gaze around the library as I pumped my dick in and out of Miss Cheshire’s tight cooch. I could see a pair of college students, a fat woman, and a skinny black guy browsing the shelves, completely unaware of the nasty things I was doing to their librarian.

Miss Cheshire’s squeezed her cooch around my dick as I fucked her. I rammed into her hard, every thrust bringing me closer and closer to erupting. It was incredible. My balls loved it. Another patron walked by, nodding her head.

“Miss Cheshire,” he said in passing.

She nodded her head, her cunt clenching. The moment he was out of earshot, she hissed, “Harder! Make me cum in front of all these fine folks!”

“Sure as shit, I will!” I groaned, my pecker aching in her juicy depths.

Fucking Miss Cheshire in public had turned her into quite the exhibitionist slut. I was more than happy to oblige. I pounded the hell out of her juicy cooch. My dick buried over and over into her sloppy depths, her back arching while the copier kept whirring, making one after another.

I slid my hands around her and cupped her full tits through her low-cut blouse. She wore no bra, her nipples were rock hard. I pinched and rolled them, loving how they felt. How they made her pussy tighten around my pecker.

“Yes!” she whispered. “That’s it. Mmm, you’re getting there.”

She gripped the copier as I played with her nipples and fucked her cunt. I nuzzled into her neck, kissing her, sucking hard at her flesh. No one had any idea what I was doing to her. It was so incredible. My orgasms swelled.

She beat me to it.

She whimpered in delight. Her back arched as her pussy convulsed around my cock. That wonderful heaven writhed about my dick. Her spasming bliss milked me. My balls tightened as I thrust into her.

“That’s it!” she hissed. “You fine stud! Cum in me!”

“Yes, ma’am!” I grunted and buried into her.

She leaned over the copier as my pecker erupted. I fired a second load of jizz into her. I pumped my spunk into her over and over. The pleasure shot through me. It rippled across my thoughts, leaving me dazed.

I shook my head from side to side, groaning and panting. I loved every moment of it. This wonderful bliss. This powerful rapture burning through me as I spurted a final time into her writhing depths.

“Have a good cum, sweetness?” I panted, twisting her nipples.

“Mmm, the best,” she purred, wiggling her hips as her pussy writhed about my cock, milking out those last drops of cum. “It is funner when there’s an audience, after all.”

I laughed.

The old lady frowned, peering at us.

I loved being invisible. Nothing was more freeing. I savored being in her as her orgasm died. The copier died as it finished its job. I smiled and pulled my dick out of her, loving how I could be naked in front of the world and no one would know.

Breathing heavily, I slapped her ass. “Well, sweetness, I’m off.”

“You commin’ back, Ghost?” she asked.

“Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely, sweetness,” I told her. “You got a mighty fine cooch. How could I not want ‘nother taste of your Grade A cunt?”

She giggled while shifting her hips. I gave her ass another squeeze.

I had plenty of time before dusk, so I moseyed my way over to the local college—it was almost time for practice. Ursula pulled the short straw, so her and her huge melons kept me occupied beneath the bleachers while the other cheerleaders ran through their routines.

Since I popped Ursula’s cherry, the little slut couldn’t get enough of my pecker. She moaned and gasped as she rode me. It was incredible to spurt my jizz into her eighteen-year-old cunt while the other cheerleaders pranced around on the field.

I dozed off for an hour after that.

Around dusk, I found myself sitting on a bench, staring across the street at Beauty in Motion. I smiled, as I drank in the sight through the studio’s large windows. It was the local dancing school where Darleen Cummings, the Mayor’s pride and joy, took ballerina lessons.

Before I had become the Ghost, I used to sit on this very bench, and watch the girls prance about inside, gliding around the room in their leotards. Darleen was the most beautiful creature when she danced; a fairy twirling about with white-blonde hair.

The nineteen-year-old ballerina was skinny and lithe, graceful as a butterfly.

Today was no different. I stroked my pecker and enjoyed the show until her class was over. Sunset was almost upon us. It was all working out perfectly. I crossed the road as the girls cooled down from their lesson and headed into the parking lot.

I waited for her on the hood of her daddy’s Beemer for her. I knew from experience that she liked to dawdle, talking with the gorgeous instructor for a few minutes. After those few minutes passed, I was starting to grow antsy.

The sun was sinking to the western horizon and shining into my eyes. Where was this whore? All the other girls had left already.

I needed the uppity bitch by sunset or I’d have to wait for tomorrow.

“Figures,” I muttered. “She’s gonna ruin everything. Fuckin’ cunt.”

I drew in a deep breath. It wasn’t sunset, yet. There was still time and…

Darleen stepped out around the corner.

I grinned as she strolled down the alley that ran between the dancing school and its neighbor. It led to the back parking lot where I waited. She wore white tights that clung to her slim legs with a black leotard over that, a wispy, black tutu encircling her waist. She wasn’t paying attention to where she was going, her hands too busy digging around in her purse slung over her shoulder. She pulled out a pair of keys, pointed the remote at the car. A double chirp beeped from beneath me.

I groaned at the sight of her as she came closer. She was just so beautiful. The sun was red on the horizon, bathing the sky with oranges and yellows, painting her white tights with fire. My pecker ached to feel her cooch.

I jumped off the car

She frowned as the car rocked and the shocks groaned. “What in the blue hell?”

Her eyes peered at the dusty ground. They widened and she gasped as she noticed something. I glanced down and winced at the clouds of brown kicked up by my feet as I advanced on her. She turned to flee.

I was faster.

I seized Darleen’s arm in an iron grip. Her purse dropped with a clatter as I hauled her back to me. She spun, white-blonde hair whipping about in a tight ponytail, and crashed into my body. I grinned, loving the feel of her as—

CRACK!

She slapped me hard on the cheek. My jaw ached, my face stinging.

“Help!” she screamed. “Someone please help me! The Ghost has me!”

Cheek smarting, I grabbed both her shoulders and jerked her around to face me. Before she could react, I silenced her with a kiss. The warmth of her lips met mine. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her sweetness.

The fight went out of her.

That was part of my Pact. I’d wished that any girl I molested while invisible would enjoy it. My powers mind-controlled her into loving what I did to her. Darleen couldn’t help herself now as she let out a wanton moan. The fight to flee turned into passion.

She melted into me, kissing me back with the wild passion of a bobcat. Her fingernails raked down my arms and chest, leaving burning furrows. My pecker throbbed against her belly, her tutu rubbing against my thighs.

She tasted incredible. Felt wonderful in my arms. I had to kiss her everywhere. I nibbled down to her neck. She gasped for breath, trembling beneath me as I felt her pulse fluttering against my lips. She had a salty-sweet flavor to her skin, a faint hint of apricots from her body wash.

“You’re real,” she gasped, her body squirming in my embrace, exciting my pecker.

“Yep,” I simply said, trying to sound all ghost-like. “And you’re gonna help me out with somethin’.”

“Oh, gosh, yes!” she moaned. “It’s just like everyone says. Your touch is fire.”

“Sure is, sweetness,” I said as my hands slid down her back, pressing past her tutu, to cup her rump. I squeezed both cheeks. “Mmm, you just squirmin’ like a vixen in heat, ain’t you.”

She only whimpered.

“Bet you just soakin’ your panties right now,” I continued, my right hand reaching past her rump to feel between her legs.

Heat bled through her leotards and tights. I smiled in delight, wanting to touch her directly. I pressed my fingers through the holes for her legs and ripped open the crotch of her leotard with a hard jerk.

She gasped and shuddered.

This left me free to rub her tights covering her pussy. Even more of her heat bled through. I could feel her panties through the thin, stretchy material. Two more layers between me and her snatch. I tore through those with ease, finding her panties.

One more layer to go.

“What do you need help with?” she asked Her body trembled like a rickety shack in a strong wind. “Your pecker?”

“Need help with that, too,” I said, “But that’s not the only thing.”

I shoved the gusset of her panties to the side and groaned. My fingers found the soft curls that surrounded her treasure. I probed through her bush and brushed her hot, wet lips. She sucked in her breath as I buried my digit up to my knuckle in her cunt.

She was dripping wet. Her silky flesh sucked at my finger. I pumped in and out of her, making her squirm, my pecker throbbing. I couldn’t wait to be buried in her barely legal twat. I would make the mayor’s daughter my utter whore.

“Sweetness, you’re gonna help me with a spell,” I answered her, pumping my finger in and out of her cunt. She moaned, her cunt squeezing about my digit. “And I reckon you’ll enjoy it.”

“Okay!” she whimpered, her pussy squeezing down around my finger. Just hungry for something more.

I spun her about and pressed her against the trunk of her Bimmer. My hungry gaze fell upon her white panties. I groaned at the sight of a few errant golden curls that escaped out around the gusset of her panties, the fabric tight against her slit. Her tattered leotard and ripped tights only made her look even more hot.

More vulnerable.

I had to be in her. I shoved the gusset of her panties to the side, exposing her soaked, golden bush hiding her treasure. I lined up and drove my pecker into her wonderful cooch in a single thrust, burying to the hilt in her juicy delight.

“Hot damn, that feels as great as I ‘magined it would!” I moaned as her silky cunt clenched around my dick. “Been fantasizin’ ’bout this for months.”

“Jesus H. Christ!” she groaned, her back arching. “That’s bigger than my hairbrush handle!”

“This the first pecker to be up your cooch then?” I asked.

“Yes, sir!” She wiggled her hips as I drew back in her. “Fuck! If I knew it felt this great—”

The rest of her words were lost as she gasped, my pecker thrusting back into her pussy. My crotch smacked into her rump. Her back arched, her golden hair dancing about her head as she let out a moan of pure delight.

“Oh, my god, that’s good!” she groaned. “Yes, yes, I love this! Fuck me, Ghost! I’ll help with your spell!”

I rammed into her hard and fast. I fucked her while my hands slid up her leotard to cup her breasts. I squeezed them, feeling her hard nipples poking at the material. I pinched and rolled them between my digits, making her gasp and moan.

Her pussy squeezed so hard around my dick. I pounded Darleen hard, savoring the wet tightness of her hole. She braced her hands on the hood of the car, her hips undulating and wiggling, her snatch squeezing down around me. It was such a wicked treat to enjoy. The bliss that brought me closer and closer to erupting in her snatch.

“Shit, you’re tight, sweetness!” I grunted.

“And you’re just so incredible!” she moaned.

I had to cum in her soon. Sunset had begun. I had a small window to fire my jizz into her. I watched the sun; it was sinking lower and lower. I needed to spurt my jizz into her before it sank all the way beneath the horizon.

She wiggled her hips, her virginal body instinctively knowing how to move. Every thrust rubbed my pecker’s head against the silky heat of her sheath. Her cooch gripped me as I plowed hard and fast into her. I buried again and gain, twisting her nipples.

“Keep doing that!” she gasped. “Playin’ with my nipples! That’s incredible!”

“Sure, sweetness!” I moaned, twisting them again.

Her cunt clenched around my pecker. My balls thwacked into her. The Beemer rocked as sun sank lower and lower. My balls tightened. The ache swelled at the tip of my dick. That wonderful moment approached. Every thrust brought me nearer to erupting.

She gasped again, her hips matching my thrusts. She bucked back into me, her juicy cooch taking my dick to the hilt over and over. My heavy balls smacked into her. I played with her nipples, driving her wild.

Just a few more strokes. The sun was almost gone.

“You got a fine cooch, sweetness!” I moaned. “Gonna shoot so much cum inside you, you’ll think you’re drownin’!”

“Oh, fuck!” she panted. “Oh, my sweet Jesus, yes! Oh, my word! Oh, my fuckin’ word!”

Her cunt grew tighter, bearing down hard on my cock. Then her flesh spasmed. She came hard. The little slut bucked on the trunk of her car. It was incredible. The last stimulation I needed. My balls were boiling, prepared to unleash a flood of my baby batter.

God, I hoped she wasn’t on the pill. She’d be so sexy with a round, pregnant belly while I fucked her from behind. I hoped many of the young things I’d been fucking were pregnant.

The thought of seeing one of my conquests pregnant with my child sent my balls to frothing. I thrust into her hard, filling her convulsing cunt to the hilt. My jizz fired out of my cock. Rapture exploded through me.

“Astarte!” I yelled as my cum boiled into her; the sun just a sliver on the horizon. “Queen of Heavens, wisest of the Three, Goddess of Prophecy, I offer you this vessel to inhabit!”

I felt the power explode through the world as my orgasm unloaded through me. Darleen’s pussy squeezed around me, milking my cock as the sun vanished. Night descended on the world as I fired the last bolt of cum into her depths.

Darleen shuddered. She threw a look over her shoulder. Her mouth opened and a sound of unearthly beauty issued from her lips. Starlight danced silver across her skin. My pecker throbbed in her cunt and then… A force—powerful, dreadful, majestic—thrust me away from the ballerina.

“Fuck!” I snarled as I stumbled back. I tripped on a depression in the ground and fell down on my ass, gravel digging into my butt.

Darleen turned around with the grace of a swan. Her white-blonde hair glowed silver now. The strands had broken free of her ponytail to whip free around her beautiful face. Her blue eyes twinkled with a pale light. An expression crossed her face, something no nineteen-year-old girl, no human woman, could make.

It was the regal, haughty regard of a goddess in a tutu, as beautiful as the starry night sky. I groaned, an ache seizing my pecker. Despite just cumming, I was so hard. I wanted to worship her. To kiss her perfect toes.

The sun disappeared beneath the horizon, the sky darkening blue, purple, black.

“What a fine vessel, mortal,” Darleen-Astarte purred, her voice a rich, majestic velvet that caressed my ears. She stretched, writhing the ballerina’s lithe body in ways that made me throb.

She sauntered forward, hips shaking, until she was over me, her nipples thrusting hard against her leotard. She straddled me. I groaned as legs clad in tights rubbed against my hips. Pulsing pleasure coursed hot through my veins straight to my pecker.

I rose like a rooster at dawn, ready to fuck.

Darleen-Astarte grasped my shaft in her slender, delicate hands. Her touch almost burned. She lifted me and guided me to her pussy. I groaned, such ecstasy flowing through her touch that stars burst across my vision and I almost came. She pressed me against her flesh as I groaned.

The goddess-possessed ballerina impaled her cunt down my cock. Then I blinked, realizing that wasn’t her cooch I was in. The sheath wasn’t wet enough to be her snatch, the grip too hot and velvety to be her pussy.

That was the girl’s ass sliding up and down my pecker!

She moaned, arching her back, and tore the front of her black leotard open to expose small, perfectly formed tits topped with puffy, pink nipples. Darleen-Astarte’s asshole gripped my dick as she rode me, her fingers cupping her tits. Then her right hand slid down her body, reaching towards the tattered crotch of her leotard.

She pulled it aside as she rode my asshole, my cock greased by her pussy juices. I groaned as the pleasure rippled down my shaft, my body shifting on the gravel. I shuddered as she pushed aside the torn cloth to reach into her ripped open tights. She fingered her blonde-furred muff stained with my seed.

She cooed as she thrust a pair of fingers into her cooch. Her fingers pumped in and out of her cunt as she rode me like a bronco, working her ass up and down my dick faster and faster. My balls tightened. I grunted, groaned. It was incredible to be in Darleen’s asshole even if she wasn’t inhabited by Astarte.

“I am well pleased with your gift, mortal,” the goddess-possessed ballerina purred in that inhuman voice, at once melodic and powerful.

“Thank you,” I gasped, struggling to think through the cloud of pleasure that fogged my mind. Her ass felt like velvety heaven wrapped around my pecker, stimulating me.

She grinned like a hungry beast, eyes shining silver. Her perky tits bounced as she rose me, her left hand fingering a puffy nipple. “What boon shall I grant unto you for the gift of this maiden’s body, mortal?”

“I want stamina,” I moaned. “I want my pecker to always be ready to fuck a pretty, young thang!”

“Such a small thing.” She straightened on me and worked her hips on my cock faster and faster. She plunged a second finger into her cooch.

A third.

I groaned as her asshole grew tighter as she pumped a fourth finger hint her snatch. Then she was fisting herself. I watched in awe as her pussy lips stretched and stretched over her hand, my cum forcing out of her depths. Her bowels clenched around me as she fucked her asshole up and down my pecker.

It was an obscene sight to watch this cute, innocent girl shove her fist into her tight cooch while my pecker was buried in her sweet cornhole. Her small tits heaved. Her back arched, her silvery hair dancing about her face twisted in passion.

“Damn!” I groaned as she pumped her fist in and out of her pussy. “Goddamn, you’re wild.”

She let out a wanton moan. She fisted herself over and over, her cunt lips stretched wide. Her asshole grew hotter and hotter around my pecker. She squeezed down on me, and then her eyes snapped wide open.

Silver light flared from those inhuman depths.

“We have a Pact, mortal!” Darleen-Astarte cried out.

Her asshole spasmed about my pecker. Her orgasm burned through her. I groaned at the feel of her flesh spasming around my dick. Juices gushed out around her fist, splattering my crotch with her unearthly passion.

“Thank you kindly!” I gasped through the bliss surging through me.

She kept riding me as she came, working that tight, convulsing asshole up and down my dick. My cock throbbed and ached. She stimulated me. She drove me wild. I groaned, loving every second of being in her.

Her silver eyes fixed on me as she kept orgasming. I felt her radiance bathe my flesh. She shined through me, into my soul, illuminating every aspect of my soiled life. I groaned as her passion bathed me.

“I have a warning for you,” she moaned, her ass spasming on my pecker, aching for my cum.

“What?” I moaned, my own orgasm building and building in my balls.

She fisted herself faster, her orgasms spilling through her body. She heaved on me, her asshole massaging my pecker. Pussy juices squirted out of her over and over. Her eyes blazed with her inhuman ecstasy.

Her voice dropped an octave, becoming ethereal smoke as she intoned:

“Beware the Maiden, hair of pink,

Beguiling figure, comely face.

Beware the Maiden, pretty as death

Leading you to your final place!”

What the hell was that?

I opened my mouth to ask, only a low groan escaped instead. My cock couldn’t stand her convulsing asshole. My balls unloaded my jizz. I erupted into her heavenly ass. I grunted, my body spasming as an intense pleasure—stronger than anything I had ever experienced—engulfed me.

I could only bellow my rapture to the skies, to the stars twinkling in the darkness, as I worshiped the Queen of Heaven with my passion. My jizz spurted over and over into her bowels. I gasped and shuddered on the ground, writhing as my mind melted.

I couldn’t think.

I drowned in rapture.

In ecstasy.

It consumed me.

Darleen-Astarte blazed like a star above me, blinding me in the radiance of her passion. My mind burned with euphoria. Bliss pumped through my veins as I kept erupting into her tight bowels. I gasped, my pleasure carrying me away to such heights.

I drifted.

My eyes fluttered open.

The starlight was gone.

I groaned, blinking, the world spinning around me. I caught a glimpse of silver hair and a black tutu disappearing around the corner of the dance studio. Panting, I shuddered in realization of the deal. A grin spread across my lips.

Astarte was off to enjoy her vessel. She’d have till dawn and then she’d have to return to the Abyss.

I lay there, panting when a thought struck me like a thunderbolt.

Did the Pact work?

My pecker felt drained, flaccid. I thought of the first girl that crossed my mind—Heather Pritchard. She was a red-haired beauty who was an absolute firecracker in bed. She was my favorite bed mate. When I needed a place to sleep, I’d just break into any sweet, young thing’s house, fuck the girl, then sleep in her bed.

My cock hardened at the thought of fucking Heather. A painful need to cum filled my pecker and balls. Never before had I ever been so horny, so in need to cum. My eyes bulged as I sat up, suddenly energized.

“Fuck me, I need some cooch right now!”

I gained my feet in a flash, bits of gravel falling off my ass and back. My balls were so full of cum that they felt like they would explode if I didn’t relieve the pressure. I stumbled off into the darkness, searching for some pretty, young thing to stick my pecker in. I didn’t really care who she was.

I just needed to cum!

As the saying went, any port in a storm, and there was one mighty huge hurricane brewing in my balls.

To be continued…

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