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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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Saturday, September 28th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

My pecker was like a slab of cement, poking into the soft ass of my bedmate, when I was woken by the rising sun. It was Saturday, and I was feeling lazy, wanting to keep on sleeping. But the damned sun was too damned bright, and my pecker was too damned insistent.

My dick twitched against the girl’s rump.

The girl’s ass felt too damn amazing.

I groaned as I came more awake, staring at the honey-blonde hair spilled out before me. The slut whose ass was so inviting was named Mindy Taylor. She was the first girl I fucked after making my Pact to become the Ghost. I fucked her in the changing room. This was the third night I spent in her bedroom this week. She was always happy to see me (well, feel me since I was always invisible).

She especially loved my pecker reaming her tight, barely legal cooch.

She was a pretty, young thing with vibrant, green eyes that set off her honey-blonde locks. Her ass was curvy and perky, a firm plumpness that my dick enjoyed nuzzling against. She also had a nice pair of titties topped with dark-red nipples. I wrapped my hand around the girl and grabbed her plum mounds, squeezing them.

That was nice. My hands stroked her tits, sliding up to her nipples. I rubbed her areolas, stimulating her. They hardened like a muffin rising in the oven. I pinched them and rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers.

Mindy shifted, sighing as her ass rubbed against my pecker, coming awake.

That made my pecker twitch more. I grinned and let my right hand slide down her body, caressing her silky skin. I circled her bellybutton, making her squirm and whimper, my dick aching as her rump rubbed against me. Then my hands reached her pubic mound and slid through her silky bush.

I didn’t go for her pussy with my hand. Instead, I lifted her right leg while shifting my hips. My pecker slid down her ass crack then popped between her sweet thighs. My cock nestled against her furry muff, feeling the warmth of her cooch. I grinned and pumped my hips, sliding between her thighs and caressing her cunt.

She grew sticky. Her juices flowed.

I loved it. She squirmed more and more while my pecker ached. It felt nice to do that, but I needed to be in her juicy snatch. I shifted around, drawing my cock up through her pubic hair, the tip brushing her hard clit. Her juices coated me.

She sighed, then murmured, “Mr. Gho—”

I rammed my pecker deep into her juicy cooch, cutting off her words as she gasped out in surprise. Her cunt clenched around my dick as I buried to the hilt in her snug delight. I groaned, her cunt squeezing and relaxing about my cock.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Ghost,” she moaned as I drew back my pecker through her snatch’s juicy embrace. “Mmm, I love your cock! Ooh, yes, yes, what a naughty way to wake up.”

“I bet it is, sweetness,” I grunted. “Seein’ as you a big ol’ slut!”

“For you!” she moaned, hugging her pillow to her body as I fucked her.

I groaned as I plowed into her cootch. She was hot and tight in all the right places, her snatch caressing my dick. The ache built at the tip of my cock. I thrust into her, making her butt-cheeks jiggle every time I buried into her. I could see through my flesh. To anyone peeking in, it would look like she was trembling naked on her side.

They’d also see the little slut wiggling that cute rump, moving it. She humped back into me, gasping as I fucked her harder. I buried my cock into her juicy cooch. My pecker’s tip drank in the silky friction of her silky walls.

“Fuck, sweetness!” I grunted. “Love fuckin’ your cooch in the morning.”

“Love your dick in me!” she moans. “So glad you haunt me, Mr. Ghost! Ooh, yes, yes, pump that big ol’ pecker in me! I’m gonna cum so hard on it!”

“Good,” I grunted, my left hand still gripping her left tit.

I slammed into her over and over, my dick pistoning into her cunt like a rod in a car’s engine. I loved fucking college coeds and their tight cunts. Hell, I loved fucking more mature beauties, too. There ain’t a cooch I wouldn’t fuck if the owner looked even half-way decent.

And Mindy Taylor looked mighty fine.

“You love my pecker fuckin’ your tight cooch, don’t ya, slut?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “Harder, Mr. Ghost! Oh, yes! Like that! You’re drivin’ my pussy wild! I’m sooooo your slut!”

Her bed creaked as I fucked her. I hooked my arm around her right leg and lifted it so I could really go to town on her cooch. I pounded harder, ramming into her juicy snatch. Her pussy squeezed and relaxed on my pecker, bringing me closer and closer to erupting.

I was so glad I made my Pact with the Devil. So glad I could drive a girl wild with my touch so she’d let me do whatever I wanted to her body. I loved plundering Mindy’s juicy cunt. I thrust over and over into her, my crotch smacking her rump.

“Oh, fuck!” Mindy gasped then buried her face into the pillow she hugged, muffling her cries of passion.

The slut was a screamer.

She moaned into the pillow as I fucked her, plowing into her hard, fast. Her pussy grew hotter, wetter. My balls brimmed with my jizz. I was so eager to spill into her. Thanks to Astarte, another demon, I had so much stamina. I had more cum than I needed. I always had to spurt it out of me.

It drove me to fuck and fuck and fuck.

I plowed into her hard. I used her cooch, savoring her juicy snatch wrapped around my cock. I pinched her nipple hard, twisting the nub. Mindy screeched into the pillow, her cunt clamping down on me.

She had to be close to erupting.

“Cum!” I grunted as I slammed into her juicy depths. “I wanna feel your cooch milkin’ my pecker. Then I’m gonna flood your purtee cunt with a big batch of my cream.”

“Oh, fuck yes!” she groaned into her pillow. Then she looked over her shoulder, honey-blonde hair plastered to her flushed cheeks. “Cum in me! Oh, fuck, Mr. Ghost! I wanna feel your jizz squirtin’ inside me! I reckon that’ll be absolutely amazin’!”

My thrusts became hard and deep, stabbing violently inside her delightful sheath. She pressed the pillow to her face, her muffled moans filling the air. Her body spasmed back into my chest as her cunt massaged my cock.

It was so delicious to feel her pussy spasming on my cock. Her juices gushed out, bathing my balls in her passion. It was incredible. I thrust into her hard, burying into her writhing snatch again and again. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock, coming closer and closer to my eruption.

“That’s it, slut!” I grunted. “You’re cummin’ on my pecker like the dirty, li’l whore you are!”

“I am!” she moaned.

Mindy’s back arched. Her body shuddered while her cooch did the most fantastic things to my pecker. Her dirty snatch burned for my cum, and my balls wanted to flood her cunt like a fire hose dousing a five-alarm blaze. I wanted to spray her womb with my jizz and knock the little whore up.

That thought brought me so close. I plowed into her convulsing snatch, drinking in the feel of her. The pleasure billowed through my body, a taste of the true rapture to cum. I pinched her nub hard, abusing it as she screamed into her pillow, muffling her passion.

“Take it!” he grunted, his balls tightening and his release nearing. “Take all my cum.”

I thrust into her. My baby-making spunk pumped into her cunt, dousing her blaze. I groaned with each blast. My cum spurted from my pecker into her snatch. The pleasure burned through my mind. Stars exploded across my vision.

I couldn’t wait to fuck petite Mindy with her belly swollen with my kid. I’d fuck her like a bitch, thrusting into her while she was on her hands and knees. I’d whoop and holler as I tore up her pregnant cooch. My balls unloaded more and more of my jizz.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Yes, yes! Fill me up! Oh, Lord, yes!”

I did. I grunted as I pumped the last of my jizz into her. My balls emptied and my pecker satisfied. For now. I knew it wouldn’t remain that way for long thanks to Astarte’s gift. I’d wished for increased stamina, and the demon left me with a pecker that was always craving some sweet, young thing or hot-assed MILF to fuck.

I rolled onto my back, my cock popping out of her, and was out like a lamp.

My sleep passed in a dark daze. I would have slept longer, but I really had to piss. I stumbled out of the bed alone, the air reeking of cum and pussy juices. I stumbled to their bathroom and didn’t bother closing the door.

Who could see me?

After pissing like a horse that just won the Kentucky derby, I wandered invisible through the house. I found the family in the kitchen around a small table. Mindy was toying with a piece of grapefruit, while her dad—a tall man in his late thirties named Ernest—sat in a blue bathrobe tight against his pronounced beer belly. He was watching Fox News and cursing at the latest thing the Democrats in the Senate had done to, “Fuckin’ America right into poverty, they is!”

“Ernest!” his wife, a hot MILF named Tara, snapped. She stood at the sink cleaning up after breakfast. “You mind your mouth in front of Mindy!”

“I’m eighteen, Mom,” Mindy objected but her mother just ignored her.

“Sorry, cupcake,” Ernst muttered without taking his eyes off the small TV perched on the counter. “Just those damned Democrats causin’ problems.”

Tara was smoking hot. Her daughter had a lot of good years in front of her. Tara was taller than her daughter, the same height as her husband, with platinum-blonde hair, bobbed short at the shoulders. She wore a pink bathrobe. It had a short hem that left her legs bare. She’d bought it recently at my request. The bottom swell of her butt-cheeks peaked out as she washed the breakfast dishes while her heavy tits jiggled as the robe struggled to contain them.

Since I started fucking Mindy at night, I’d been sampling her mother in the morning. The first time I fucked her, standing at the sink, she’d been wearing this long robe that just got in the way. The second night I stayed over, she’d picked this sexy number up and didn’t bother with the panties. Of course, the last two times I’d fucked Tara, her husband had already left for work and her daughter for Boone College

But it was Saturday.

Her ass looked damn fine beneath that robe. I glanced at her husband; fat chance he’d leave anytime soon. I needed to get a piece of the married woman’s sweet pie. Well, her husband was absorbed by Fox News, cursing the evils of the Democrats, the false god Mark Glassner, and the power-hungry UN trying to steal America out from under everyone’s noses.

Tara was humming, shaking that round ass, her flesh flashing beneath the hem of her robe. It was just too inviting to pass up; my pecker rising at attention like a soldier before his general. I padded to her silently, loving the thrill.

I pressed up behind her. She stiffened for a moment, then shuddered. “Not now,” she whispered. “Ernest is over there.”

“He’s watching the news,” I whispered back, my hands sliding around her body to squeeze her tits through her robes.

She whimpered.

“I need to fuck your cooch so bad. You are so damned purtee, I just can’t resist.”

Mindy looked up from her fruit, a knowing smile on her face. “I’m gonna go for a walk.” She stood up, gave her pa a kiss on the cheek, then walked over and kissed her ma, whispering, “Have fun, Mamma.”

“She will.” I gave Mindy’s ass a squeeze as she walked away giggling before my hand returned to her mother’s breast.

“Well?” I asked, my pecker thrusting between the woman’s tight thighs. They were nice and toned, her skin silky. She clamped her thighs about my pecker, trapping me. “You ready to get fucked, MILF? Just spread dem thighs, and I’ll pound you hard.”

“Please,” she begged, even as her thighs parted for me, letting my dick slide with ease. Thanks to my Pact, no woman could resist my molestation. “Let’s go upstairs. Ernest is right there.”

“You knows you want it right now.” I licked her neck while I shifted my hips, thrusting my cock upwards so the tip nuzzled through her bush. At the same time, I slipped my hands into her robes, groping her heavy tits directly. They were so plump and soft.

She whimpered, squirming, rubbing her pussy lips against my pecker while her husband was just feet away absorbed in the news. He was utterly oblivious to my presence. That made me smile. I loved the fact I was cuckolding him, fucking his wife beneath his nose.

“Now just reach down and stick me in your cooch,” I whispered, my fingers pinching her nipples. I knew she had the same dark-red hue as her daughter’s, though hers were fatter. “Do it, and my pecker’ll give you a nice cum, slut.”

“Those damned Dems are just tryin’ to take our freedoms away,” snorted her husband as her hand reached down. Her trembling fingers seized my pecker. She shuddered against me as she pushed my cock’s tip through her groove until she found the slippery entrance to her cooch. “They probably workin’ with that false bastard, Mark Glassner, and his hussy wife!”

“Shit!” Tara gasped as I thrust my pecker deep into her sweet, married pussy.

“Exactly,” her husband nodded while his wife’s cunt squeezed about my dick. I was buried to the hilt in her. “They always talk ’bout civil rights, but they’re the ones takin’ our religion and our guns away. That shit’s protected in the Bill o’ Rights!”

“Yes!” Tara moaned, pushing her hips against me as I slowly fucked her.

Her oblivious husband kept on his rant about them Democrats as I kept plowing his wife just feet away. Every time she’d moan, “Fuck!” or “Goddamn!” he’d think she was agreeing with him, but she was thoroughly enjoying my pecker.

Every woman did.

I used slow, deep thrusts. Not wanting to make much noise. The water pouring into the sink masked the slap of our flesh, but I don’t know how he didn’t smell that sweet, tart scent of his wife’s pussy slowly filling the kitchen up.

My dick’s tip ached as I worked in and out of her cunt. I buried into her, her snatch wrapped about me. That wondrous delight wreathing my dick, making me ache and throb. The pleasure spilled through me. It poured down my shaft to my balls.

They ached to cum in her.

“Those damned Dems would walk into your house and fuck your wife right in front of you if they could!” Ernest declared.

“Oh, yes!” Tara gasped, her pussy clenching on my dick. “Mmm, that’s so naughty.”

“Uh-huh!” her husband grunted.

I squeezed and kneaded her tits as I thrust faster and faster. I rammed my cock into her cunt, her silky delight caressing me. Her hips wiggled, stirring her cooch about my pecker. The friction burned around my dick, my tip transforming it into pleasure.

The best sort of delight.

I loved this. She leaned over, her platinum-blonde hair swaying while her body shuddered. I churned her married cunt to a hot froth. The scent of her juices rose tart and sweet over the pine-fresh aroma of the dish soap.

“Can you believe that?” grunted Ernest.

“I know!” his wife moaned. “Oh, yes, it’s incredible.”

“Yeah, it is, gonna have the dems running come November. You’ll see!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” panted his wife. “Oh, damn, just gonna be amazing!”

“You fixin’ to cum, slut?” I whispered.

She whimpered a yes, her pussy so hot around my pecker.

My balls tightened. Fucking a woman, making her cum, while her husband sat just feet away was bringing my nuts to a boil. They were almost ready to unleash another flood of jizz. I was stealing his cunt, and the idiot was too fixated with that dumb box to realize it.

I plowed her harder, faster. My fingers dug into her tits as she squirmed in my embrace. Her robe rustled. My crotch smacked into her rump, the sound of splashing water echoing around us, masking our sounds. I was so close.

But I needed her to explode first. That would make this sweeter.

“Cum on my pecker, whore!” I hissed into her ear. “Cum like a goddamn hussy in front of your husband!”

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned.

“Exactly, cupcake,” her husband said. “Thank God the Republicans control Texas.”

“Thank God!” she howled and came.

Her body shuddered in my arms. Her cunt spasming on my cock. She tossed her head back and clamped a sudsy hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her moan. I loved it, plowing into her convulsing snatch, loving that I made her cum before her husband.

Grinning at this ultimate act of cuckolding, I buried to the hilt in her. I rammed my dick into her married, cumming depths. Her pussy writhed about my pecker. Her hot flesh sucked at me. I groaned, the pleasure building and building. This hot ache surged through me. Then I grunted as my jizz spurted into her depths.

I groaned through clenched teeth as I spurted my cum into her depths. Her pussy writhed as hot and wild as her daughter’s. She milked me just as fast as Mindy’s cooch had. I shuddered, my mind melting as I savored this delight.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she milked the last of my cum out of me.

“Damn!” she panted as I pulled out of her. I gave her ass a slap through her robe. “Goddamn!”

Ernest glanced at his wife as I backed away. A smile crossed his lips. “Eh, cupcake, your tits are hanging out.”

She smiled at him and tucked her tit away. She then patted her hair, her face flushed from the bliss I gave her. I loved it. I leaned against the refrigerator, coming down from my high of fucking that woman before her husband.

“I love that robe, cupcake. But don’t you think it’s a li’l… revealin’ to wear in front of Mindy?”

“She’s an adult now,” Tara answered. “I like this robe. It makes me feel all sexy!”

“You look sexy,” he smiled. “You know, Mindy’s gonna be gone awhile.”

“What are you suggestin’, Ernest Taylor?”

“We haven’t messed ’round in the kitchen in coons age.”

An idea popped into my head. I squeezed her ass and whispered. “Go suck his pecker.”

“Want me to give you a hummer?” Tara asked, untying the belt of her robe.

“You read my mind, cupcake.”

Her robe slipped to the floor, her thighs sticky with her pussy cream. It had run down her thighs, though parts of it looked like it was flowing around something… invisible. Around globs of my jizz. I grinned, loving that even my cum couldn’t be seen.

No way any guy would ever suspect I came in their wife.

Lust burned in Ernest’s green eyes as she knelt on the linoleum floor, her body trembling. I ran my eyes down her supple back to the curve of her ass. My pecker hardened faster than you could yell flash, my Pact with Astarte filled my balls with a fresh load of cum.

I had to orgasm again.

She untied her husband’s robe and pulled his squat dick out his boxers. Such a little cock. No wonder she welcomed my big ol’ pecker all the time. With a purr, she leaned down and lapped at his dick. She licked up his shaft like a cat. She purred when she reached the crown, swirling her tongue around his pink tip.

I almost wanted to watch, but my pecker was aching for action.

I knelt behind her, dick bobbing. I seized her hips and lifted her ass up so it was at just the right height. She moaned as she nibbled on the tip of her husband’s cock. She shuddered while I rubbed her rump. Ernest had no idea I was about to sodomize his wife.

This was so hot. I spread her butt-cheeks apart. Her asshole beckoned to be penetrated. My pecker ached to sodomize her. I brought my pussy-soaked cock to her backdoor, pressing on her wrinkled sphincter.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I want that! Do it!” Then she engulfed her husband’s cock with her hungry mouth.

I grinned. Her oblivious husband threw back his head. His fingers stroked through her white-gold hair. She made such sweet, obscene sounds as she pressed her asshole back against my pecker, aching to be sodomized.

So I obliged.

I shoved my pecker into her cornhole. Her anal ring swelled and swelled, stretching to engulf the tip of my cock. She whimpered as she sucked, her bowels squeezing about my shaft as I buried deeper and deeper into her. The velvety friction was incredible. It bathed my cock, surrounded me in such wondrous heaven.

My balls brimmed with another load of cum to fire into the married woman’s asshole.

“Jesus Christ!” Ernest moaned, gripping his slut-wife’s hair. “You ain’t never suck so hard! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I love it!”

I wanted to shout out, “She’s got my pecker in her cornhole! That’s why she’s suckin’ like a five dollar hooker.”

I didn’t. I loved fucking her without him knowing it. I drew back my cock, her velvety sheath gripping me. Pleasure rippled up my shaft. I fought my groan of bliss and thrust forward, burying into her depths, driving her mouth down her husband’s cock.

His chair creaked. She moaned with such passion around her husband’s pecker. I thrust into her, burying again and again into her hot depths. Her bowels’ delight surrounded my cock. It felt incredible. My balls tightened as I enjoyed every thrust into her.

“Damn, honey,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, you’re going to make me blow.”

Me and you, both.

As the ache at my cock swelled, I pounded her ass faster, harder. Her butt-cheeks jiggled each time I buried to the hilt in her. Her asshole gaped open, her flesh caressing my cock. I loved staring into her as I fucked her, my pleasure mounting.

Her moans grew louder. She wiggled her hips, stirring her sheath around my cock. She loved it. Her bowels squeezed and relaxed on me, massaging me. Her depths sucked at my cock. She wanted me erupting in her.

I wanted to pump her full of my cum.

“Fuck, yes!” Ernest moaned, closing his eyes.

He was oblivious to how much of a whore his wife was for me. I could tell how much she loved being my slut. Her ass kept thrusting back as I plowed into her. She squeezed her cornhole down hard around my cock as she moaned and whimpered. She was hot, wonderfully tight, and felt like rough velvet on my cock.

“Keep sucking, cupcake!” he groaned. “I love your mouth! Keep doing that!”

She popped her mouth off his pecker, threw a smile over her shoulder, then purred, “I love your cock!”

I pounded her harder, loving her moan of appreciation. I knew whose pecker she loved. She slurped her husband’s back into her mouth. I reveled in the depravity of it. This was even more exciting. He had no idea his wife was enjoying another pecker up her ass.

She was as tight as a virgin, and I reckon I was the first to cornhole her. I stole this treat from her husband. He never got to bugger her. I pounded her harder, faster. My flesh slapped into hers, but Ernest was too lost to the pleasure to even wonder what made the sound.

“Cupcake!” he panted. “I’m almost there.”

Me, too.

My heavy balls smacked into her cunt. The cum churned inside my nuts. I clenched my teeth, fighting off my own grunts and pants. I snorted through my nose, gripped her hips, and plunged faster and faster into her virgin sheath.

I plowed her so hard, the pleasure swelling at the tip. I was so close. Only a few more strokes, and I would pop off into her. I wanted it. Craved it. It would be such a wicked delight to cream her asshole while she sucked her oblivious husband’s pecker.

“Oh cupcake, I love you,” he moaned. “Keep sucking me.

Her mouth popped off his cock. She looked up at her husband and, while my pecker reamed her sweet asshole, answered, “I love you, too, honey!”

My balls erupted.

She may love him, but it was my pecker she burned for.

I fought my groan as my cum spurted into her asshole. Hot pulses of jizz fired into her. This was too much hearing her say those words. Pleasure shot through me while my cum basted her asshole. She swallowed his cock again as I flooded her with my jizz.

Moaned in delight.

Her asshole clamped down around my cock. It writhed, milking my pecker. I grunted, savoring her orgasms bursting through her while she nursed her husband’s little dick. Pleasure surged through me. My mind drank it in.

I hung on my plateau of bliss for as long as I could, wanting to stay there for eternity.

Then my orgasm died. Her bowels squeezed out every last drop of my jizz as she shuddered. I savored the feel of her climax rippling through her. I made the hot wife cum while she professed her love to her husband.

Hot damn, I loved being the Ghost of Paris.

I pulled out of her asshole and plopped down onto a chair, panting.

She rose and mounted her husband, impaling her pussy down his small dick. He buried his face into her impressive tits as she bounced on his pecker. She moaned and screamed his name. Her ass writhed as she fucked him.

It was a shame my cum was invisible, because I would love to see it leaking out of her dirty asshole.

I stood up, stole a beer from the fridge. I had enough fun at the Taylors. I set off to find some new cooches to empty my balls into. There was a park not too far away, and it was a warm September day. There’d be plenty of sweet, young things showing off their delights.

“Breaking news out of Tacoma, Washington,” the TV blared as I walked out. “Reports of an attack at a gun buyback program—”

I downed the beer by the time I reached the front door and tossed the crumpled can onto their front lawn. Whistling, I sauntered off to have some fun at the park.

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