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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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Thursday, September 19th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

“You dirty slut,” Happy giggled. The reverend’s adulterous wife was sprawled on Franny Reynolds’s bed. Franny was Happy’s best friend and one of her many lovers.

I used to think Happy was a shrewish prude, but after I molested her in the middle of her husband’s church service, I discovered she was an adventuresome whore. Her husband didn’t perform his marital duties that often, and Happy had long ago discovered a few men, and one woman, who were more than willing to fill in behind the good reverend’s back.

At thirty-one, Happy still had the body of a woman in her twenties, her tits still firm and round, her body still soft and curvy. Franny Reynolds, another bored housewife, had her face buried in Happy’s brown bush, going to town on the reverend wife’s snatch. Franny had the type of body young men drooled over. Her tits were massive pillows, her hips lush and curvy, and her ass bubbly and plump. She had that sultry look that could awaken the dead.

“Oh, fuck, eat me out!” Happy moaned, a big smile on her lips, The redhead licked Happy’s cooch as eager as a cat lapping up cream from a saucer.

I knelt behind Franny, fingering her red-furred muff. Sunlight streamed through her open window lit up those pubic-hair-like flames. I stroked her juicy folds with my invisible digit, nudging her thick, engorged labia, making it look like her pussy was twitching all on its own.

I smiled while my pecker ached.

I was hard and throbbing, my balls full of cum. I still wasn’t used to my increased stamina I got from Astarte two days ago. I made a deal with her, another Pact like the one I made with the Devil to turn invisible and for my touch to mind-control women into letting me molest them. I wanted the stamina to fuck as many women as possible.

She made me so horny that I had to shove my cock into a woman’s hole on at least an hourly basis.

Last night, I’d visited the Paris Revival for Christ—the church that Happy’s husband was the reverend at—and I molested Happy, Franny, and three other women. The church members all thought I was the Holy Ghost and visiting these women with God’s presence. When service was over, Happy invited me to her weekly afternoon “tea” at Franny’s.

Of course I said yes. I had enough time to fuck both these women before cheerleading practice started. No way in hell would I miss my lionesses prancing about while one of those sweet, young things danced on my pole.

I buried my pecker deep in Franny’s cooch. She gave an appreciative moan into Happy’s cunt, thrusting her little hips back against me. Her snatch was tighter than Happy’s; Franny wasn’t a mother yet. Happy had two kids.

“Neither of my kids are his,” Happy had confided to me after I fucked her the first time. “He’s none too good at doin’ the math.”

Happy and I were working on her third bastard.

I wanted to breed all the women with my cum. To fuck them and let the think they were carrying the Ghost’s baby. None of these women would touch the real me, but thanks to my hypnotic touch, they were all wet and eager to fuck me.

All my sluts.

I pumped my dick away at Franny’s married cooch, watching her lips wrapped about my invisible shaft. I could see into her pink depths. I plundered them as I fucked her, cum-filled balls smacking into her flesh. Pleasure rippled through me, driving me towards another wondrous orgasm.

I loved cumming in a pretty woman’s cunt.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Franny moaned. “Oh, Lord, if only my husband knew how to fuck like this!”

“You gals should ditch them losers and find yourselves some real men!” I panted, working my cock faster and faster.

“I couldn’t leave my Austin,” Franny protested. “We’re soulmates.”

Soulmates? Really? So I asked, “Then why you fuckin’ around on him?”

“Our love transcends sex,” she moaned. “It’s purer than sex. But that don’t mean I don’t need a nice, hard fuckin’.”

“Keep eatin’ me!” gasped Happy, pulling on her friend’s head. “Put that purtee little mouth of yours to work on my pussy! You can talk after I cum!”

“Sorry,” Franny giggled, and buried her face back into Happy’s cunt.

“And I could never leave my husband,” Happy answered now that her cooch was attended to. She wiggled her hips, her tits jiggling as she shuddered on her friend’s hot mouth. “It’s so much fun cuckoldin’ him! How could I ever give that up?”

“You are one wicked slut!” I groaned, slamming into her friend’s tight cooch. “I love it!”

Her laugh rich; a throaty, sexy exultation. “So do I!”

I thrust hard and fast into Franny’s cunt, my balls aching. The married woman’s tight snatch squeezed and relaxed about my cock while her hips wiggled, stirring me up. Her frothy juices leaked out, staining her bush. I churned her buttery cunt hard.

She moaned into Happy’s cunt, eating her with noisy gusto. I wished I could see, but it was hot hearing the sounds Franny made as she licked and sucked. I gripped her hips, pounding her so hard, ramming into her cunt.

“Hot damn, I love fuckin’ married snatch!” I groaned.

“Yes, yes, I bet you do!” moaned Happy. “I can feel you plowing into her. You press her into my pussy! Feels mighty damn fine!”

“Then cum on her face!” I moaned.

“Fixin’ to!”

Happy ground her pussy on her friend’s face, undulating her tits and arching her back. The reverend’s slutty wife whimpered. Her eyes fluttered. She gasped and I grinned, noticing Franny’s arm moving.

She was fingering the reverend’s wife.

Some reason that made the ache at the tip of my pecker swell real fast. I thrust forward faster, harder. I plunged my dick deep into Franny’s married cunt, her silky flesh bringing me to the brink of my eruption.

Pleasure rippled across her face “Mmm, yes Franny! Eat my beaver, you carpet munchin’ dyke!”

“Cum!” I hissed.

“I… I… am!” howled Happy. “Drink my cream, Franny!”

Watching Happy’s tits jiggle as she writhed on Franny’s eager mouth sent my balls boiling over. I buried my dick deep into Franny’s cunt. My cum erupted. My balls spurting blast after blast of jizz into her depths.

The pleasure surged through me. It slammed into my mind. I threw back my head and crowed like a rooster. My balls emptied every drop of cum I had in them into Franny’s married snatch. Stars burst across my vision.

“Hot, damn, that was good!” I moaned, panting. I stared at Franny’s curvy rump. “Mmm, and I still got more lead in my pecker.”

I ripped out of her, shifted up, and pressed against her asshole.

“No, wait,” Franny gasped, lifting her head. “You can’t—”

“I’m still cummin’!” gasped Happy and yanked her friend’s face back down, cutting off her protest.

I reamed my cock forward, sliding into Franny’s tight bowels. My pussy-lubed cock slid in deep. Her velvety delight wrapped about me, massaging my cock, building me towards another orgasm. I grinned, loving the feel of her bowels wrapped around my pecker.

“You fuckin’ her ass?” moaned Happy as I thrust forward hard.

“Abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely I am!”

“That’s so nasty!” purred the reverend’s wife. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cream your face again, Franny! Drink my juices! Drink every last drop you filthy dyke!”

Happy held Franny’s face to her cunt as she bucked on the bed and ground her juicy cooch into Franny. It was so hot watching the reverend’s wife cum in lesbian passion. Her hair danced about her face. Her moans rippled through the air.

My dick throbbed in Franny’s asshole. Her bowels tightened around me. Then she moaned in rapture. Her asshole writhed, massaging me with that velvety flesh. It was so hot to feel her climax raging through her body.

“Fuck, she’s cummin’ on my pecker cornholin’ her!” I groaned. “You one nasty slut, Franny!”

“The nastiest!” she panted. “I’m gonna make Happy lick my ass clean after you jizz in me!”

“Really?” Happy asked, raising her eyebrow.

“You will,” I grunted, pounding Franny hard. “If’n I gotta shove your face between her cheeks and make you lick her clean, you sure as shit I will!”

She licked her lips. “Then I reckon I best eat her ass out!”

“Just let me pump it full of my cum,” I told her, thrusting away, another load building at the tip of my cock while her bowels writhed about my dick. “Won’t be long now the way this slut’s milkin’ my pecker!”

“Cream my backdoor!” Franny moaned. “Oh, fuck, gonna cum again! Holy shit. Holy Christ that’s amazin’!”

Her bowels hungrily sucked at my cock as she came a second time. She hungered for my cum. I groaned, more than happy to give it to her and oblige Happy with an asshole full of jizz to devour. I rammed forward.

Came.

Pleasure screamed through me as I pumped her asshole full of my jizz. The rapture surged through me. Ecstasy slammed into my mind with every blast. Franny moaned, her bowels milking my cock, draining my balls again.

“Oh, yes, he filled me with cum!” Franny moaned.

Breathing heavily, I pulled my softening cock out of her ass and made way for Happy. She crawled around the bed, taking my place, her face flushed. I grinned as the reverend’s wife pushed Franny down on her belly. Happy shoved a pillow beneath the redhead.

“Lord, thank you for this feast,” Happy prayed before her hands parted Franny’s butt-cheeks.

I groaned as the reverend’s wife pressed her face into Franny’s crack and feasted. I could hear Happy sucking out my cum. It was nasty, depraved noise that made my pecker hard again. Happy’s own ass waved invitingly to me.

Just as I was lining up, Happy’s cell phone rang. An annoying pop song blared from it. “Shit,” Happy said, her head snapping up. She reached for my phone. “That’s my sister.”

“Let it go to voicemail,” I told her.

“I can’t,” she answered. “She’s gettin’ married on Saturday, and I’m her Matron of Honor. Got to take this!” She picked up her phone, then answered it with a casual, almost airy voice. “Hey, Belle!”

Her ass still waved invitingly at me as she stretched out on her stomach. I didn’t see any reason not to slip my pecker up her cornhole. I lined up as she spoke, pressed my pecker against her sphincter, and thrust.

She gasped as I plunged into her wonderfully tight and velvety asshole.

“You okay?” I faintly heard her sister ask.

“Yeah. I just stubbed my toe,” Happy lied while I slowly pumped my pecker in and out of her ass like an oil derrick—slow and steady as I built up for my jizz to erupt.

“I need you right now,” her sister pleaded. There was a catch to her voice, like she was one step away from bursting into tears. “Everythin’ is goin’ wrong with the flowers.”

“Okay, I’ll be there as soon as possible,” Happy panted.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she gushed.

Happy hung up. “You dirty hound!” she moaned, her bowels clenching around my pistoning cock. “Sodomizin’ me while I was gabbin’ with my baby sister!”

“So you gotta go?” Fanny asked.

“Yeah,” Happy sighed. “Right after the ghost finishes buggerin’ me.”

“So, your sister as purtee as you are?” I asked, thrusting harder, loving the feel of her velvety flesh wrapped around my pecker.

“Mmm, she’s gorgeous. Innocent and cute.” She hesitated. “Why do you ask?”

“Why do you think? I’m gonna fuck her.” I pictured a younger version of Happy in a white wedding dress, looking all pure, needing to be tarnished. “Saturday, you gonna help me fuck your baby sister in her wedding dress.”

“I couldn’t do that,” she protested, her bowels clenching around my dick.

“Course you can, slut! Think how nasty it’ll be for you sister to walk up the aisle with her cooch full of my spunk.”

Happy let out a throaty, appreciative moan and came on my dick. My cock erupted, pumping her writhing asshole with my cum as I pictured just how wild Saturday would be. The rapture surged through me, slamming into my mind.

Fuck, I loved being the Ghost.

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Saturday, September 21st, 2013 – Paris, Texas

“What did you need to talk to me ’bout?” a woman’s muffled voice asked through the door.

I waited in the small antechamber of the Methodist church where Happy’s baby sister was getting married. My pecker felt like it was going to burst while my balls were full of so much jizz they might rupture. I desperately needed some relief and Happy’s sister, Belle, was going to provide it with her soon-to-be-married cooch.

The door opened and my breath caught as Belle and Happy entered the room. Happy looked as gorgeous as always in a violet dress, showing a bit more cleavage than she normally wore. Happy may be the biggest slut, but you wouldn’t know it by how she dresses. Her sister was ten years younger, her cute, innocent face framed by honey-brown hair curled in large ringlets. Her dress was white, decorated with pearls, and showed a nice amount of her tits.

“I wanted you to meet someone,” Happy said.

“Who?” Belle asked, looking around the antechamber.

“Me,” I said, startling the poor bride. “I’m the Ghost of Paris.”

“I don’t understand,” she said, glancing at Happy. “What’s happenin’?”

I caressed the bride’s face, a tender stroke that made her gasp. I knew she was feelin’ the beginning stirring of lust in her, mind-controlled by my touch. Then she gasped and jumped back. Happy caught her before she could get far, holding her sister’s arms.

“Just relax, baby sister,” Happy whispered. “This is my wedding present to you. You’ll love it a lot more than the time you let Zach fuck you.”

My finger trailed down her neck and tracing around her cleavage, just grazing her young tits. “Don’t you fret now, sweetness. My ghostly pecker makes all the purtee girls cream! You’ll be howlin’ like a bitch-wolf at the moon.”

“I’m about to get married,” Belle fretted. “I can’t be doin’ this.”

“Yes, you can,” Happy purred, keeping her sister from bolting.

Belle looked around, her eyes wild as I stroked up the other side of her cleavage towards her shoulder. I caressed her, loving the flush crossing her innocent cheeks. She whimpered, her hands clenching.

“What’s going on?”

“Your pussy is getting wet and ready to be fucked,” Happy purred. “That’s what the Ghost does to women.”

“Mmm, that’s right, sweetness. I’m gonna make you explode on my pecker.” I licked my lips. “You’ll see.”

She gasped as I pushed her dress off her shoulders and slid it down her arms. Her white, strapless bra came into view, hiding her treasure. Her nipples pressed hard on the cups, eager to be touched by me. She shook her head, her ringlets dancing about her bare shoulders.

“Why can’t I stop him from doin’ this?” she moaned as I yanked down her bra next, exposing a conical tit topped by a pink nipple. “I’m just standin’ here.”

“Because you’re gettin’ hot and wet and eager to be fucked,” purred Happy. “Just enjoy.”

“Just enjoy,” I repeated as I stroked her pink areola and grazed her pink nipple. She gasped as I seized it, rolling the nub between my thumb and finger.

“Stop, please!” she moaned.

“Can’t do that, sweetness,” I groaned. “My pecker’s too damned hard. I got to fuck you. But you’ll love it.”

I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, pinching the other. She gasped and then a low, mewling sound rose from her throat. I swirled my tongue around her nub, loving the feel of it between my lips. I could see it through my invisible flesh, the nub twitching and twisting as I nursed on it, her tit puckering into my mouth as I sucked.

She shuddered, her dress rustling. I played with both her titties, nursing on one, tugging on the other. Her moans echoed through the room. Her hips wiggled while her sister nuzzled into her ear from behind.

“Do you really want him to stop?” Happy asked. “I bet your little pussy’s on fire.”

“It’s my weddin’ day,” Belle moaned. “I don’t care if it feels good. This is wrong. I can’t do this”

“Sweetness, bein’ wrong is what makes this feel so good,” I told her, before sucking her other nipple into my hungry lips.

She gasped, her face squeezing shut. “God help me, but it does feel so great!”

I grabbed her hand and guided it to my invisible cock as I nursed. Her eyes widened as her fingers wrapped around her. She gripped me then slowly stroked up and down me. I groaned around her nub when she brushed the tip. My balls tightened, full of cum itching to burst in her.

I popped my nipple off her breast as she stroked me. I rose, staring into her glassy eyes. She didn’t know I was staring at her. She licked her ruby lips, her dress rustling and her small tits quivering as she stroked me.

“You gonna let me stick this up your cooch?” I asked, her palm rubbing into the spongy crown

“I…” she swallowed.

“You’ll love it,” Happy moaned.

“Oh, Lord,” she groaned. Then whispered, “Yes.”

I grinned, both my hands squeezing her breasts. I kneaded her tits as I said, “Then beg for it, slut.”

“Oh, Lord,” she groaned, her thighs rubbing together beneath her skirt, making a whisking sound as stockings caressed together. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Only way you gonna get it if you beg,” I told her, punching her nipples. “Beg me to fuck your pussy on your weddin’ day, slut.”

“Yes!” groaned Happy, trembling behind her.

“Please, Ghost,” Belle moaned, her eyes staring an inch to the right of my face. “I need it. My little pussy’s so hot and wet.”

“What do you need, sweetness?” I asked, twerking both her nipples.

She gasped, her hand squeezing tight on my dick. I loved how she trembled, her small breasts jiggling, her wedding dress rustling around her. She was a mix of whorish lust and innocent purity. It made me ache so badly. I hungered to defile every bit of her.

“Your pecker.” It came out as a whisper, her cheeks flaming red.

“Didn’t hear you, slut,” I said, cocking my head.

The sexy bride let out a frustrated groan then, with a smoky purr, declared, “I need your pecker to fuck my pussy!”

“Then bend over that there table,” I told her, nodding to the cheap folding table you saw at church events, “and hike up your skirt! Let me see that cunt. I’m gonna fuck you hard”

“Yes!” she moaned and rushed to it in a rustle of silk

She hiked her skirts—slender legs clad in white stockings appeared—and bent over the crate. She trembled as I grinned at her. Her ass was small, tight, clad in satin panties—a bikini cut—worn underneath her garter belt.

I stalked to her and shook my head. I snapped her garter, loving how the white cloth smacked into her thigh and brought a sweet squeak from her naughty lips. “In the future, sweetness, wear your panties over the garter belt,” I told her, pulling the gusset of her panties to the side and exposing her brown-furred muff. “That way you can pull ’em off and not take off them purtee stockings.”

“Okay,” she answered. She stared back at me eagerly. The little slut was as randy as a bunny-rabbit, aching for my pecker to penetrat her almost-married cooch.

“But it’s nice doin’ it this way,” I said. “Lets you get to keep wearin’ your purtee underwear.”

I pressed my cock against her furry twat, her pubic hair tickling my dick. She was soaked. This little slut was about to be married and was dripping wet for me. It made my pecker throb. I found the entrance to her cunt.

Thrust.

I sank into warm, wet, oh-so-tight heaven. Her snatch engulfed my cock to the hilt. The slutty bride moaned, a throaty sound of satisfied passion. Her hips wiggled, her cute tush clenching beneath her disturbed panties. I gripped her hips through her bunched up skirts and fucked her.

I pounded her with powerful strokes. I worked my dick in and out of her juicy cunt. She gasped and squeaked, her twat clenching around my pecker. My balls slapped into her clit with every stroke and, to my shock, her pussy exploded around my cock after a few strokes.

She came like a match dropped onto a puddle of gasoline.

She gasped and moaned, crying out in wordless pleasure headless of anything. Her pussy writhed about my thrusting cock. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never had a woman pop off so fast. It was incredible. She was so turned on by being a slutty bride.

But that noise.

“You best quiet your sister,” I told Happy, “else she might not be gettin’ married after all.” And that would spoil half the fun of knowing she was saying her vows while her cunt was full of my cum. “Hike up your skirt and stick your purtee l’il cooch right in her face.”

Happy looked startled, a considering light appearing in her hazel eyes. “Oh, my Lord, that’d be so nasty!”

“Wouldn’t it?” I asked.

Happy reached beneath her skirts, drew down her lacy panties, and stepped out of them. I grinned, plowing into the naughty bride. Belle was so lost to my fucking she didn’t notice when Happy mounted the table and, legs spread, pressed her furry snatch right into her little sister’s face.

Belle gasped in shock, her pussy convulsing harder around my pecker. Happy grabbed the bride’s hair and veil, pressing her little sister down into her cooch. A wicked grin crossed the naughty reverend’s wife’s face.

“Eat me!” she moaned, grinding her sister’s face into her snatch.

“No!” the bride panted, her pussy still writhing about my cock.

“Yes, yes, lick her,” I told the bride, my dick aching in her juicy snatch. “Wanna see some lezzie incest!”

“God, no!” Belle moaned, fighting against Happy’s grip. “That’s disgusting!”

“If you don’t want to…” I ripped my cock out of her pussy. It throbbed before her, just nuzzling her soaked bush. She shuddered. “I’ll just let Happy eat your cooch out while I fuck her fine cunt.”

“Please, please, just fuck my cunt! I need to cum so much.”

“Nope!” I smacked her rump with my wet cock, smearing her pussy juices on her panties. Then I slid my pecker up and down her slit, her pubic hair caressing my dick. “I’m gonna see one of you purtee gals eat her sister’s cooch. Don’t make no never mind to me which one is doin’ it.”

“But it’s incest!” the bride protested, her hips wiggling, begging me to be back in her.

Happy laughed, “I know, so nasty. Eat me, baby sister. You’ll love it. Pussy is the best.”

“You’re a dyke, Happy?” Belle asked.

“Sugar, all women are dykes once they’ve gotten a good taste of cunt,” Happy moaned. “Now don’t you fret, you’ll still be lovin’ cock, too. You’re as much a slut as I am.”

“I am not a slut!” Belle objected.

I slapped her rump. “’Course you are. You’re havin’ a threesome with a ghost and your sister on your weddin’ day. What else would you be? Now start lickin’, and I’ll start fuckin’.”

She shivered then Happy let out a soft moan, nodding her head. “That’s it. See.”

“Yeah,” the bride moaned. “It don’t taste that bad. Kinda spicy.”

Happy pulled the bride’s face tight into her cooch. “Make me cum, baby sister!”

Belle noisily ate her sister’s cooch out. The sounds of lesbian incest made my dick ache. I couldn’t resist any more. I had to be back in the bride’s delicious cooch. So I rammed back into her delightful snatch.

Belle moaned her delight, her snatch clenching on me.

Happy’s face contorted in pleasure as I pounded her sister. The reverend’s slutty wife bit her lower lip to muffle the sounds she was making. I loved the wicked thrill of making her sister eat her cunt. She shuddered, savoring the pleasure. Her breasts strained in her dress as her back arched and muffled sighs escaped her clenched lips.

The air filled with the aroma of cooch, spurring me to fuck the bride harder. I pounded her cunt as she licked and lapped at Happy’s cunt. I loved it, the bride’s pussy feeling amazing about my pecker, soothing the ache at the tip.

“Oh, God,” moaned Happy. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum. This is so hot! Ghost, thank you!”

“You’re most welcome,” I groaned, fucking her baby sister’s cootch harder. “Just let yourself go.”

“Yes,” Belle moaned. Then she made some naughty, sucking sounds. Was she pleasuring Happy’s clit?

A huge smile burst across Happy’s lips. Then her entire body trembled. She clenched her jaw tight, muffling her moans to strained groans. Her face contorted. My pecker throbbed in her little sister’s cootch as the older came hard.

It was so hot. Belle was licking up her sister’s juices while I plowed into her cunt hard. The naughty bride’s pussy grew hotter and tighter around my dick. Then she was spasming, too. She moaned her passion into Happy’s cunt.

I loved it. “Soowee, that’s good pussy!”

“She cummin’?” asked Happy, her eyes glassy.

“So damned hard,” I panted, thrusting my dick into her, Belle moaning her passion into Happy’s cunt.

“That feels incredible,” Happy moaned. “She’s—”

The knock on the door cut off Happy’s words. I groaned, still fucking the bride hard, pounding her convulsing snatch. Her head snapped up, her pussy spasming harder as she stared at the door. Happy’s eyes were wide. She shoved her sister’s head back between her thighs and moaned, “Yes?”

“Is Belle in there?” a man asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” Happy moaned, grinding her cunt on her sister’s pussy. I swear, she was cumming now, too, her face twisting with bliss. Which meant she was bathing her little sister’s face in pussy cream while speaking to her daddy.. “We’re just fixing a problem with her dress. We ain’t decent. Give us a few minutes.”

“Okay, sweetheart.”

Belle gasped and moaned. Her pussy writhed about my dick. It was so hot being in the bride. I couldn’t take this any longer. I rammed to the hilt in her spasming cunt. Her cooch sucked at my pecker. My balls tightened.

My cum fired into her snatch.

I pumped so much jizz up into her belly. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Happy was gasping and trembling, cumming on her sister’s face. Belle squealed as her convulsing pussy milked me dry. She drained my balls of this load of cum.

It felt so incredible. Stars exploded across my vision. I almost blacked out for a moment. My entire body brimmed with such passion. It swayed, panting, my heart screaming through my chest. It was incredible. I loved it. This was the best feeling in the world.

Nothing was better than fucking a bride on her wedding day save for her having her eat out her sister in the process.

“Hot damn, you two are a pair of sluts!” I groaned. “Shit, my cum’s gonna be leaking out of your cooch all through the wedding and reception. Just slowly soakin’ into your panties and then running down her thighs.”

“I’m such a slut,” whimpered Belle.

I ripped my pecker out of her pussy in a fast pull and shoved her gusset back to the side, covering her cooch. I made sure her naughty underwear captured every drop of my invisible cum. I didn’t want any of it to go to waste.

“That was some fuck you gave me,” I told the bride, giving her panty-clad ass one last slap.

“Oh, Lord above, what did I just do?” Belle gasped as she straightened up. Tears brimmed in her eyes.

“Oh, don’t cry. Your mascara will run,” Happy said.

“It’s my wedding day, and I cheated on Zach,” she protested. “What kinda horrible person am I? I thought I loved him.”

“Oh sugar, you do love him,” Happy told her, hugging her little sister. “Love and sex ain’t got nothin’ to do with each other. I love my Meriwether, but he don’t get it done in the bedroom. So I find some outside help. What he don’t know, won’t hurt him.”

“Really? You cheat on your husband?”

“All the time,” Happy answered. “It’s no big deal. I have itches, and Meriwether don’t scratch ’em. Maybe your Zach will scratch yours, and if not, I know a few men who will.”

“Okay,” Belle said. She shifted, then she smiled. “It was fun to get that itch scratched.”

Happy and Belle quickly adjusted her skirt, brushing some dust off it. Both women’s faces were flushed and the bride’s lips were covered in drying pussy juices. Happy quickly wiped up her sister’s face and then settled the veil on the bride.

She looked gorgeous as she marched down the aisle to her unsuspecting groom. I jerked my cock as I stood invisible in the back, loving that my seed filled the bride’s cooch. I came when she promised to be faithful to him always. I knew for a fact I was going to get her alone at the reception and give the little slut another good fucking.

After they kissed, Zach had a funny look in his face, licking his lips. I cackled out loud. He didn’t know he was tasting his sister-in-law’s cunt. I had a feeling Belle’s lips were going to be covered in her sister’s pussy juices a lot from now on.

Damn, I loved being the Ghost of Paris. I couldn’t wait to get up to more fun.

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