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The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 10: The Bride

The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2014 Note: Ghost of Paris Chapters Two, Six, and Nine were banned from this site. You can read them at my blog: http://mypenname3000.com/story-directory/ Scroll to near the bottom of the page to find the Ghost of Paris directory. Chapter Ten: The Bride Thursday, September 19th, 2013 – Paris, Texas “You dirty slut,” Happy giggled. The reverend's adulterous wife was sprawled on Franny Reynold's bed, her 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 were 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 her snatch. Franny was an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous woman. Her tits were massive pillows, and her hips and ass were curvy. “Oh, fuck, eat me out!” Happy moaned, a big smile on her lips as the redhead licked her cooch as eager as a cat laps cream in a saucer. I fingered Franny's red-furred muff, sunlight streaming through her open window lighting up those pubic hairs like ...

... flames. My pecker was achingly hard. I still wasn't used to the increased stamina I got from Astarte two days ago. I've had to shove my cock in a woman's hole on an hourly basis. Last night, I had 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 that I was the Holy Ghost, 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. “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. “I couldn't leave my Austin,” Franny protested. “We're soul mates.” Soul mates? Really? So I asked her, “Then why you fuckin' around on him?” “Our love transcends sex,” she moaned. “It's purer ...