The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 3: Winter - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 3: Winter

... defensive spell?” “Well, six of us will get to have some fun with the Ghost,” I smiled. “I volunteer!” I looked out at the other women streaming in and out. “Maybe it's best if I don't play favorites.” “I guess,” laughed Carla. “I'll prepare some lots to be drawn.” “Thanks.” I blinked as she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before she turned and walked off. I licked my lips, tasting the sweet remnants of pussy. I don't know why I was surprised that her lips were adorned with feminine juices, there was a lot of loving going on. Even I had made love to half of the women in the cult already despite the fact that, until our meeting, I had never even thought about being with a woman. It was...nice. Though I would prefer the Ghost's cock. “Don't just stand there, Ms. Cheshire,” Lizzy said, her braces flashing as she smiled. She dropped a bag of sex toys on the table. “We have lots of work to do.” “You're right, sugar,” I smiled, putting my arm around her shoulders. “How you feelin'?” “Fine,” she smiled. “I got to pee a lot.” “You're, what, two months pregnant.” “About,” she nodded. “I still get queasy in the morning. It sucks.” I wish I had his child. I might still turn up pregnant. I had been with the ghost a week ago. But it was so early in my cycle, I doubted I had conceived. It took almost an hour to unload all our supplies. We all crammed into the den, the women sitting on the floor, cuddling up together, or crammed on the two couches and the love seat. They ...

... looked around the room. A crackling fire warmed the den, painting the walls with dancing shadows. “What's going on?” Mindy asked. As far as we knew, she was the Ghost's first lover. She loved to talk about the time he popped her cherry in a changing room at the mall. “I want to cast a defensive spell,” I smiled. “We generated a lot of energy during that orgy when we swore ourselves. Enough to come close to putting up defensive wards.” “Is this about that pervy Sheriff?” Cheryl-Lynn asked, her arm around her pregnant girlfriend Tammy. “Who did he think he was, trying to molest us?” “Yeah. Only the Ghost should do that,” giggled Marissa, snuggled up with her twin sister. I explained the problem to them. We were going to need to store power in my amulet, to be ready when the children were born so we could summon the Ghost and free him from the Devil and Astarte's bonds. When I mentioned the six lucky women casting the spell would get a visit from the Ghost, they were all excited. “Let's do this!” clapped Ruth. She was naked. The Ghost had turned her into some sort of exhibitionist. He affected each of us in different ways. “I want to be picked!” Her perky tits bounced as she shot her arm up. “We're going to draw lots,” I said. “Carla has filled up a jar with six slips of paper marked with a star. If you're chosen, then you get to be one of the lucky girls. The women were all excited to be the ghost lovers. Rhonda May was the first one to get lucky and draw a lot, the young woman ...