The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 11: Lazy Saturday Morning
Date: 11/6/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blackmail, Cuckold, Cum Swallowing, Straight Sex, Group Sex, Mind Control, Wife / MILF, Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com
The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 Chapter Eleven: Lazy Saturday 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 wakened by the rising sun. It was Saturday, and I was feeling lazy. But the sun was too damned bright and my pecker was too damned insistent. And the girl's ass felt too damn amazing. Her name was Mindy Taylor. The first girl I fucked after making my Pact and becoming the Ghost. This was the third night I spent in her bedroom this week. On Monday, I saw her walking home from Boone High and followed her. She'd been happy to see me again, or at least to feel my pecker reaming her tight cooch. She was a pretty, young thing with honey-blonde hair and vibrant, green eyes. Her ass was great, and she had a nice pair of tits topped with dark-red nipples. I wrapped my hand around the teen, finding her perky mound, and pinched her nipple. It hardened like a muffin rising in the oven. Mindy shifted, sighing as her ass rubbed against my pecker. I slid my hand down her body, stroking her sleek thigh, and parted her legs. I moved my hips, letting my cock slide through her ass crack, then my pecker popped between those sweet thighs. The warmth of her cooch pressed against my shaft. I pumped between her thighs, rubbing against her cunt; she moistened. She sighed, then murmured, “Mr. Gho...” Her words broke into a loud gasp as I rammed my ... pecker deep into her cooch. “Umm, Mr. Ghost. I love your...ohhhh yes....cock!” Her cooch was hot and tight, and the little slut wiggled her ass back into me. I gripped her tit, slamming into her over and over like a rod pistoning a car's engine. I loved fucking eighteen-year-olds 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. “You love my pecker fuckin' your tight cooch?” “Yes!” she moaned. “Harder, Mr. Ghost! Oh, yes! Like that! You're drivin' my pussy wild!” Her bed creaked as I fucked her. I hooked my arm around her right leg, lifting up her thigh so I could really go to town on her cooch. Mindy buried her face into her pillow, muffling her cries of passion. The slut was a screamer. “Cum!” I grunted. “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 looked over her shoulder, honey-blonde hair plastered to her flushed cheeks. “Cum in me! Oh fuck! 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, muffled moans filling the air. Her body spasmed back into my chest, and her cunt massaged my cock. “That's it, slut!” I grunted. “Cum on my pecker like the dirty, li'l whore you are!” Mindy arched and shuddered, and her cooch did the most fantastic ...