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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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Click here for The Goddess of Paris Interlude, Chapter 4.

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Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

It was nearing midnight and I was still horny.

Heather Pritchard lay on her side, snoring softly. It was strange to hear coming from such a cute, nineteen-year-old girl. She was my favorite bedmate. I liked to choose a girl to spend the night with, fuck them, then sleep cuddled up to their beauty. Heather was a delicious, redheaded vixen who loved my cock. Normally, I’d fuck her once or twice and be out like a log.

Not this night.

Early at sunset, I’d made a deal with the demoness Astarte. She got to possess Darleen Cummins, the mayor’s hot daughter, until dawn, and I got unlimited sexual stamina. The only problem was I couldn’t seem to get any satisfaction. My balls were constantly filling with cum and my pecker always hard no matter how many times I fucked.

I had a case of blue balls that wouldn’t go away.

After making my wish, I stumbled away from the summoning sight and came across the gorgeous Carla Hardings. She was the famed paranormal investigator who came to Paris to investigate me. I pounded her hard on the city bus. When the cops showed up, I fucked elfin-faced Officer Snider—or Officer Slut as I liked to call the kinky, young cop with the pierced clit—up the ass. I left her begging for more of my pecker as I sauntered to Heather’s house. I fucked the girl for three hours straight. I must have cum ten times, leaving buckets of the stuff in her various holes. I wore the poor slut out.

And I was still horny.

The air reeked of salty cum, that faint, bleachy musk filling the air. The sheets were soaked in it. I couldn’t get comfortable sleeping on the wet spot, and the damned ache in my balls just wouldn’t go away. I studied her.

Maybe I should wake the little slut up and fuck her again. Just slide into her tight cooch and pound her hard. We could be as loud as we wanted since her parents’ bedroom was at the other end of the house. They never heard a thing. The way her daddy’d been drinking all night, he’s probably dead to the world anyways, and her momma never seemed to check on her.

My mind drifted to Linda Pritchard, my dick pulsing. She was mighty fine for a woman on the cusp of turning forty. She had a nice pair of titties that filled out her blouse. Her ass was curvy, a little plumper than I liked, but that added some nice curves to her. Heather would be a lucky gal if she looked half as hot as her momma in eighteen years.

I bet I could slip into bed and fuck Linda without even waking up her husband Elvis.

My pecker electrified at the thought of fucking a woman next to her passed-out husband. A dark thrill raced through my body. I groaned, my pecker aching even more. Just begging for it. I smiled at the thought.

Why not?

I was the Ghost of Paris now. I had a reputation of molesting pretty women. My Pact with the Devil let me turn invisible and for my touch to excite women. They didn’t mind that I was molesting them.

I slipped out of Heather’s bed, leaving the exhausted girl to snooze in the puddles of my jizz. I padded out of her bedroom and moved through the house as quiet as a burglar. My pecker led the way as I passed though the dark living room and down the hallway leading to the master bedroom.

I opened the door door with care, making sure I didn’t make a sound. I grinned as I spied the couple on the bed. The husband was fat tub of lard snoring on his back. He sounded like a saw mill in full force, clearly sleeping off his drunk. His wife lay on her side facing away from the door, her sandy-blonde hair almost glowing in the silver moonlight spilling through her window.

I sauntered to the bed, stroking my hard pecker. I ripped away her covers, revealing her body clad in a cotton nightgown that covered her modestly from head to foot, decorated with little blue flowers. I shook my head. What a shame she weren’t naked.

I slipped into bed behind her, slipping up against her body. I rubbed my pecker into her nightgown-clad rump, feeling her pleasant plumpness. I stroked her cheek, staring at her face peaceful with sleep. She stirred, muttering something, her ass wiggling against my dick.

That felt nice.

I grasped the hem of her nightgown and drew it up to reveal a pair of sexy legs. They were supple and toned. I smiled, my dick aching more as I pulled the nightgown up her thighs, eager to expose more and more of her.

She shifted and batted her hands at mine holding her nightgown. “Not now, Elvis,” she slurred, voice thick with sleep. “Trying to sleep. I’ll jerk you off in the morning.”

“I’m ‘fraid I want more than a handjob, sweetness,” I whispered in her ear, my hand reaching up beneath her nightgown to caress her sleek thighs.

Her eyes popped open. A squeak of fear burst from her lips. I clapped a hasty hand over her mouth to muffle her alarm. She screamed anyways at first while I nuzzled up against her, letting my touch’s mind-control get to work on her.

“Don’t you fret, sweetness,” I whispered into her ear. “I ain’t gonna hurt you. Just gonna make you cum!”

She moaned into my hand, shivering. I could tell she was already surrendering to me.

I moved my hand from her mouth and went back to molesting her. I shoved my hand up between her thighs, finding her panties. She gasped as I rubbed the fabric into her cooch, feeling her thick labia through the thin undergarment. She whimpered, her thighs squeezing about my legs for a moment, wanting to fight me.

Then she groaned.

Heat bled through her panties. She grew juicy, soaking her cotton gusset. I grinned as she looked at me over her shoulder, struggling to see who was in bed with her, who was touching her, and seeing nothing.

I grinned. I loved being invisible.

“What are you?” she moaned, my pecker grinding against her rump, my fingers pressing her panties tighter against her pussy.

More cream bled through.

“I’m the Ghost of Paris, sweetness,” I answered. “I haunt all the purtee gals in town. And you’ve attracted my attention.”

“Well, I’m flattered,” she whispered. “But I’m a happily married woman.”

“How happily married are you wearing this ugly tent to bed?” I asked while she squirmed. “When was the last time you and your husband got down and dirty?”

“I gave him a handjob just this mornin’.”

“That’s it? A handjob?” I snorted. “Shoot, you two have the hottest sex life I’ve ever heard of, sweetness.”

“We didn’t have time for more,” she added defensively. “If he hadn’t drunk so much, we’d have made love tonight.”

My fingers wormed past her gusset and touched her pussy directly. She gasped as I stroked up and down her pussy. Her juices were flowing now. They soaked my fingers as I caressed up and down her slit. I nudged her clit then found the entrance to her honeypot.

I sank in, her honey soaking my digits.

“So your husband’s not takin’ care of his marital duties, huh?” I asked.

“It’s fine,” she moaned, her cooch squeezing on my fingers as they pumped in and out of her married depths.

“A hot MILF like you shouldn’t settle for ‘fine,’” I told her, my thumb sliding up her hairy muff to find her clit. I massaged it as my two fingers thrust in and out of her cunt. “You should have a hard pecker up your cooch whenever you want!”

“You need to stop that,” she protested, hips wiggling, grinding that pillowy rump against my pecker, her nightgown’s fabric teasing my crown. “Oh, God, please stop!”

“Why?” I asked, my thumb massaging her hard clit in slow circles. “’Fraid somethin’s gonna happen? Somethin’ you’ll like?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “God, help me.”

“What’re you ‘fraid of, sweetness?”

“Cheatin’ on my husband.”

I smiled and pulled my fingers out of her snatch. I grabbed her panties and tugged them down, rolling them off her rump. She lifted her hips, aiding me. My mind-control powers gripped her. She was putty in my hand. Her panties bunched around her thighs, my dick aching to be in her.

“I think you want to cheat on him,” I said into her ear. “You wanna feel my pecker—that big, throbbing slab of iron you feelin’ on your rump—slidin’ into your married cooch!”

She whimpered.

“You wanna cum with a cock stirring up your cunt!” I groaned. “Don’t you?”

She bit her lip and squirmed. I could feel her fighting her desires and the power of my wish. But every woman gave in to my molestation, unable to help themselves. I hiked up her nightgown as she squirmed. In seconds, my cock pressed on her naked butt.

“Feel, that, sweetness,” I purred, humping against her. “Every inch of that can be in your purtee pussy.” I grabbed my pecker, sliding it down past her rump and between her thighs. I nuzzled it against her hairy twat. “Just say the word, sweetness, and I’ll be in you. Fuckin’ you. Makin’ you cum.”

“I do!” she hissed.

I grinned and moved, rolling her onto her back. I mounted her, wanting to fuck her missionary style. The way a man fucked his wife. But she wasn’t my wife. She was the wife of that fat, sack of shit sleeping beside her. He had no idea her thighs were parting for me. That her pussy was hot and wet for my dick.

I mounted her like a bull rearing to mate.

“Fuck me!” she moaned as my cock brushed the hot folds of her pussy, her silky bush caressing my sensitive crown.

I dove into her cooch, sliding every last inch of my pecker into her wet cunt. She let out a long, slow sigh of passionate relief. I could see it twisting across her face. Her pussy clenched down around my pecker, welcoming it. Her thighs locked around my hips as I leaned down.

Kissed her.

My tongue plunged into her mouth. I claimed her body fully while her husband snored beside us. Our tongues tongues battling while my cock plunged over and over into her tight, wet hole. Her married snatch caressed my dick as I plunged into her.

She groaned, clutching my invisible body to her, kissing me back with such hunger. Her body moved beneath me. The ache in my cock melted away beneath the wet caress of her snatch. She was a nurse easing the suffering of her patient.

My balls brimmed with cum eager to spill into her depths.

The bed shook as her husband rolled over, facing us. She stiffened beneath me, her pussy clenching so hard. She squeaked into my mouth. But I didn’t care. I kept fucking her, ramming my dick into her juicy snatch.

Her husband snored. Still asleep.

She broke the kiss and groaned, “Sweet Jesus, I thought he woke up.”

“Sweetness, that don’t matter,” I panted, plowing into her. “Just enjoy!”

“Yes!” she moaned, low and throaty

She moved again, her crotch rising to meet my thrusts. She undulated her hips, grinding her clit into my pubic bone every time I buried into her. Her pussy clenched around my cock. The hot wife moved with a desperate need to cum.

She needed it as much as me.

I ached to feel that sweet, shuddering release washing away all my cares in a single moment of passion and bliss.

I would pump her full of my cum. I thrust into her hard, fast. I pounded her snatch while her husband snored on. My dick ached. The pressure built and built at the tip of my pecker. I came closer and closer to erupting in her.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned.

Elvis gave a snort and rolled onto his back.

She froze again, but I didn’t care. I kept right on fucking her. The fat fuck didn’t wake up. The only sound was her husband’s wheezes, the squeak of mattress springs, and the wet noise of my pecker invading her cooch.

“Don’t worry, sweetness, he’s passed out!” I groaned.

She relaxed, gave a throaty laugh, her pussy squeezing on my pecker. “This is so wrong! He’s right beside us!”

“That’s what makes it so excitin’.”

“Oh, fuck it does!” she moaned and, to my delight, she came.

Her pussy convulsed on my pecker. Her cunt writhed about it, massaging my dick with her silky delight. She trembled beneath me, soaking my balls with her juices flooding out of her. She bucked beneath me, gasping, moaning, clawing my back with her passion.

She was a wild one. I wanted to see how much.

She was still cumming, still writhing about my cock, when rolled onto my back, lifting her atop me. I was almost touching her dead-to-the-world husband. I grinned, loving the feel of his wife’s cooch spasming about my dick.

“Ooh, you’re so naughty!” she moaned as she sat up on me. She peeled off her the nightgown and exposing those large tits in the dim moonlight. They heaved as she rode me, heavy and soft. Her nipples were fat, thrusting from dark areolas.

Grinning, she rode me like a cowgirl on a bucking bull, her tits bouncing before her. Her pussy kept spasming about my dick. Kept sucking at me, eager for my cum to erupt. I grabbed her plump ass, loving it.

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned, the springs protesting our passion. “Oh, God, I’m still cummin’! I ain’t never felt this good!”

It was like my pecker had driven a hole in the dam of her passion, releasing it in a torrent of orgasms. One climax after another spilled on her as she rode me. She bounced on me, her pussy massaging my dick. It was incredible. Her hot flesh writhed about my pecker, bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

I stared at her huge tits as they heaved over me, my balls tightening. My toes curled. The pressure in my nuts swelled. Her pussy slammed down my dick, her pussy convulsing and sucking at my pecker. I couldn’t take it.

“Fuck!”

I exploded into her cunt.

My jizz fired into her. Her pussy milked my balls as she rode me. She didn’t stop as my dick made her cunt juicier and juicier. She just swiveled her hips, stirring her cunt around my cock. I groaned, the pleasure slamming into my mind.

My thoughts melted in the rapturous delight of my orgasm. I grew almost dizzy from the bliss spilling through me. That wondrous pleasure carried me to heights. My face tightened as my final spurts flooded her cunt with cum.

And she kept riding me, her pussy still convulsing around my dick. I stared had in her.

My wish didn’t let me go soft.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Ooh, you got some lead in your pecker!”

“Yes, I do, sweetness,” I groaned, grabbing her tits.

I groped her melons. I squeezed them, Kneaded them. I grabbed her nipples, pinching and puling them while she rode me. My balls ached. Pleasure kept rippling through me, the tip of my pecker still so sensitive from my orgasm.

Her writhing pussy felt amazing. Her cunt rose and fell on my pecker, squeezing and massaging my dick. Her hole was hot and hungry for what I was packing. The married slut worked her hips to get all the pleasure she could out of my pole.

It was heaven. That silky embrace drove me wild. I couldn’t hold back. I had to unload in her again. The bed creaked. Her husband snored on oblivious to his wanton wife’s need for more of my jizz spurting into her depths.

To cuckold him again.

“Your cooch is workin’ all the cum out of my balls, slut!” I groaned as another orgasm built in me

“Are you gonna cum again?” she moaned.

“You best believe it!”

With a grunt, I erupted into her cunt a second time. The pleasure slammed into my mind. An intense rapture seized me. My dick spurted hard while she slammed her cooch all the way down my spurting dick.

Her back went rigid. Her face tightened. She howled like a bitch-wolf at the moon. Her cooch went wild about my pecker. She came so hard. It was intense. Her pussy spasmed and writhed about my dick, milking me with an eager passion.

My mind melted. My brain turned to slush as she drained my balls a second time. Stars burst across my vision.

“Holy fuckin’ shit!” I grunted.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned as she collapsed onto my chest, her tits pillowing against me. She panted into my neck, squirming on my invisible body. “Oh my God, I ain’t been fucked like that ever. Closest I ever came was in college.”

“I reckon it wasn’t your husband that fucked you like that, was it?”

She gave me a smile. “It was his brother. That was before we was goin’ steady, mind you.”

My pecker still ached in her juicy snatch. Would I ever be satisfied? Was I going to go through life with my pecker permanently hard? Maybe I needed another delight to get me off. One last pleasure for the night.

My hand slid down to her plump ass and squeezed a cheek. “You ever been buggered?”

“Hell no! Elvis tried once, it hurt so much when he stuck the head in. I ain’t ever let him try that.”

“We gonna change that tonight.” I gave her ass a slap. “Get on you hands and knees like a bitch. I’ll cornhole you nice and good.”

“What?” she asked.

“Do it, slut!” I said, my pecker twitching in her cunt. “You’re gonna love it.”

She groaned. “Oh, you are a wicked Ghost. I shouldn’t be doin’ this.”

“You shouldn’t be cheatin’ on your hubby, yet here we are,” I said, wishing she could see the big grin on my lips.

She glanced at her snoring husband. “True. How?”

“Get on your hands and knees,” I told her. Like a good slut, she obeyed, sliding off of me and kneeling so she faced the foot of her bed. “Now spread them butt-cheeks for me. Don’t worry ’bout lube, your pussy juices soaked my pecker.”

“Mmm, I did cum a dozen times.”

I grinned as I rose. She obeyed me, reaching behind her to part her butt-cheeks. I groaned at the sight of her virgin asshole. I would truly cuckold this married woman. I would enjoy something her husband never had.

I moved into position. I rubbed my well-lubed cock against her tight sphincter. Her rosette felt naughty against my dick’s tip, her sphincter puckered and wrinkled. An ache shot through me to ram forward and make her howl her head off.

“Now relax, bitch, and I’ll make you feel good.”

“Okay,” she muttered.

I pushed against her. She groaned as her sphincter surrendered against my determined thrust. Her asshole expanded over the head of my cock. I groaned as velvety heaven swallowed my dick’s crown. I slid my pecker deeper and deeper into her.

She was as tight as a virgin’s cunt.

I slid my pecker all the way into her bowels, my crotch pressing into that plump rump. She moaned, a sound low and throaty. She shifted around, my heavy balls resting on my taint as the married slut enjoy my cock.

I drew back cock, enjoying the velvety friction burning around my shaft. The pleasure ignited my balls, swelling me towards orgasm. My hands grabbed her hips, gripping her hard as I plunged back into her tight heaven. My nuts smacked into her flesh, her butt-cheeks rippling, indented by my invisible flesh.

“See, that ain’t so bad,” I groaned.

“No,” she admitted, her bowels squeezing around my cock as I drew back. “It kinda feels nice”

“You sound surprised.” I rammed into her asshole again. “All you sluts like it up the ass.”

“Is that what I am? A slut?”

I chuckled, pumping away at her bowels. “What else would you call a woman that fucks someone next to her sleepin’ husband.”

She smiled at me over her shoulder and, as she undulated her hips, moaned, “Guess I am a slut. Cause this is feelin’ great.”

I picked up my pace, groaning as I plumbed her depths. My balls slapped loudly on her taint. The bed rocking to the rhythm of our rutting. She moaned and I groaned as I pumped away. Her ass felt like heaven wrapped around my pecker.

I slid my hands up and down her sides, stroking her as I plowed into her again and again. She whimpered, her back arching. Her asshole squeezed down on my dick every time I pulled back out of her, swelling that ache at the tip of my cock.

I couldn’t wait to cum in her again.

Her bowels grew hotter and hotter around my pecker. She thrust back into it, her hips stirring around me. She threw back her hair as I pounded her. She loved it. She was just a dirty whore. A married slut who loved cuckolding her husband while he snored beside her.

He stirred, let out a groan.

Linda gasped, her asshole clamping down on my pecker as I rammed into her. I glanced to see her husband sitting up. He let out a groan, staring at his wife on her hands and knees. But he couldn’t see me.

“Whatcha doing, Linda?” her husband asked, words slurred.

“Nothin’,” she answered, her voice strained.

Her asshole spasmed around my cock. I groaned, realizing the slut-wife was getting off on her husband catching us. Pleasure rippled around my dick. I thrust into her, savoring this amazing delight massaging my pecker.

“But you’re kneelin’,” he muttered.

“Just tryin’ to get…” She let out a throaty moan, her asshole writhing harder about my cock. “Ooh, just tryin’ to comfortable. Go back to sleep.”

“A’ight, sugar,” he muttered. He was snoring the moment his head hit the pillow.

“Oh, God!” she whispered, still cumming, transforming her ass into absolute paradise. Her writhing flesh milked my cock. “Oh, fuckin’ God!”

“You’re such a dirty whore, sweetness,” I groaned, ramming into her climaxing depths. My balls tightened. I was so close.

“I am!” She let out a wanton giggle. “Now cream my backdoor with your spunk! Flood my married asshole with all your jizz! Mmm, you’re incredible! So much better than my husband!”

Her asshole spasmed even harder. She groaned and gasped. Hearing her admission sent my balls into overdrive. I let out a loud whoop as I buried to the hilt into her bowels. Her convulsing anal sheath sucked at my dick.

I erupted.

My entire body tensed as my pleasure pumped into her tight asshole. I grunted, groaned. Powerful waves of darkness washed across my vision. My dick throbbed in her bowels, spurting more and more jizz into her. I unloaded my balls.

The pleasure was incredible. My back arched. I groaned, gripping her hips. Her spasming asshole drained me dry. For a moment, I felt utterly satiated. I swayed there, panting and groaning. Then I gasped as she fell forward, sliding her bowels down my cock.

I plopped out of her sphincter. She rolled onto her side, curling into a ball, her head at the foot of the bed. She had a big, shit-eating grin on her face. Her face was flushed. She closed her eyes as she hugged herself.

“Thanks, I needed that,” she murmured. “You can come haunt me anytime, Ghost.”

“Sure thang, sweetness,” I answered her.

I padded out of the room, my cock blissfully soft for once. I was finally satiated.

I slipped into Heather’s room, my cute bedmate sprawled on her back, her tiny titties on display. At the sight of them, I groaned. My dick went from limp as a noodle to hard as a steel rod in a second. That powerful ache rippled across the tip of my cock.

I needed to stick it in something.

Heather’s mouth was open as she slept. Inviting.

She woke up as I stuck my dirty dick in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered, not seeing anything. She pulled her head back, popping her mouth off my pecker. I groaned, my cock’s tip throbbing in so much pain. I needed to be back in her mouth.

She glanced at her clock and groaned. “So I guess you want me to blow you?”

“You bet, sweetness.”

“Fine, but then I’m goin’ back to bed.”

“It’s a deal,” I told her. I was tired, too. Once my balls were drained, I was sure I could get some rest.

Her mouth was warm as she sucked me back in. Her tongue swirled around it once, making my pecker throb. Then she froze with my cock buried in her mouth. Her brow furrowed. Her head ripped back.

“What’s on your dick? It taste funny.”

“That’d be you momma’s ass,” I answered. “I just gave her a good tumble. Now you be a good slut and get back to suckin’ my pecker. I need it nice and clean.”

“That’s so nasty,” she moaned before I rammed my cock into her mouth.

I groaned as her mouth enveloped my cock. Her little tongue swirled around the crown, polishing her momma’s sour musk off my dick. I grinned as she sucked my dick clean, her cheeks hollowing. She bobbed her head, lost to the mind-control powers of my touch, her lusts inflamed.

This was fucking hot. I definitely had to visit the Pritchard house more often. It was exciting have one Pritchard gal suck the other’s ass off my pecker. I’d have to go back and forth between them, enjoying this treat.

My eyes fluttered. She sucked so hard. She was so skilled at it. I let out a grunt, than I was spraying my cum into Heather Pritchard’s mouth. That rush of bliss hot through me as she gulped down my cum. She swallowed every drop with such hunger.

Then her mouth popped off. She murmured groggily, rolled over, and fell asleep.

I cuddled against her, resting my head on my pillow, thinking about all the women I’d molest tomorrow. With my dick needing constant satiating now, I’d have to go where all the hotties would be. I would get so much pussy tomorrow.

Maybe I’d go down to the park and have a good old time.

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