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

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

... cock brushing my thigh. “I bet you really want my pecker shoved up your sweet cooch.” “More than anythang, Ghost! Fuck me!” His hand squeezed my perky tit, his fingers pinching my nipple, then his cock drove into my cunt. He was thick, spreading me open. I shuddered, looking down at my thighs wrapped around empty air. I could just see my pussy lips gaping open, my labia sliding in and out my pussy as his cock drove into me. “That is one tight cooch,” he groaned. “Fuckin' A, but that is what I need! Nothin' like tight cunt.” “Nothin' like my Ghost's pecker fuckin' my pussy!” I gasped, humping into his thrusts, the pleasure burning through me. The Jade amulet flared, interacting with the ghost somehow, completing the defensive circle around the house. “Fuck me! Oh, yes! I love you, Ghost!” His lips nuzzled at my neck, his breath hot as he grunted into my ear. He rutted in me, pounding my pussy. My clit was mashed by his groin, the pleasure swelling in me. I let it sweep through me, his thrusts sending me in to rapture. “That's it! Cum on my pecker like the fuckin' slut you are! That is fan-fuckin'-tastic, whore! Oh, yes!” “Fuck me! Cum in me! I'm your whore! Forever, Ghost! Give it to me!” Another orgasm swelled, crashing through me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He slammed into me, burying his cock all the way into me. “Take my cum! Oh, yes! Take every last drop of it, slut! Your cooch is hungry for it!” “Dyin' of thirst, Ghost! Give her what she needs!” His cock buried into me. The ...

... cum erupted, a hot flood. My pussy convulsed about his cock. I hugged him, holding his strong body, savoring as his cum poured into me. I never wanted to let him go. I wanted to hold him in my pussy forever. He vanished, my pussy suddenly empty. “Please, no,” I sobbed, my pleasure trembling through me. I hugged myself and wished the Ghost was still atop me. The snow was cold on my flesh, dusting the ground. I pushed down my tears as I stood up. I had given the Ghost some pleasure to tide him over. I had been his lover and let him satiate his desires in my flesh. I just had to be patient, and then he would be in my arms again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Saturday, February 21st, 2014 – Heather Pritchard “How are you feeling?” Doctor Savitri asked me as I walked into the small bedroom that served as our clinic. “My ankles are swollen and I have to pee all the time,” I giggled, touching my baby bump through the woolen sweater I wore. Women were moving through the house, their feet echoing on the hardwood floors. The winter had been hard. Everything was falling apart in the world as Wormwood ravaged across the globe. We were lucky to have electricity on any given day since late November. If it wasn't for the magic, we would have all died. The military would bring in food once a week into the nearby town of Burmly, but we would be lucky to see any of it. And with thirty people living in the house, it had been getting a little dire until Ms. Cheshire figured out how to duplicate ...