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

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

... my pecker up her cornhole. She gave a sudden gasp as I plunged into her wonderfully tight and velvety asshole. “You okay?” I faintly heard her sister ask. “Yeah. I just stubbed my toe,” Happy lied as I slowly pumped my pecker in and out of her ass like an oil derrick—slow and steady, building up until my oil spews out of my derrick. “I need you right now,” her sister pleaded; there was a catch to her voice, like she was one step away from bursting into tears. “Everythin' is goin' wrong with the flowers.” “Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible.” “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she gushed. Happy hung up. “You dirty hound!” she moaned. “Sodomizin' me while I was gabbin' with my baby sister.” “So you gotta go?” Fanny asked. “Yeah,” Happy sighed. “Right after the ghost finishes buggerin' me.” “So, your sister as purtee as you are?” I asked. “Umm, she's gorgeous. Innocent and cute.” She hesitated. “Why do you ask?” “Why do you think? I'm gonna fuck her.” I pictured a younger Happy in a white wedding dress. “Saturday you gonna help me fuck your baby sister in her wedding dress.” “I couldn't do that,” she protested. “Course you can, slut! Think how nasty it'll be for you sister to walk up the aisle with her cooch full of my spunk.” Happy let out a throaty, appreciative moan. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Saturday, September 21st, 2013 – Paris, Texas “What did you need to talk to me 'bout?” a woman's muffled voice asked through the door. I waited in the small antechamber of ...

... the Methodist church where Happy's baby sister was getting married. My pecker felt like it was going to burst with all the blood that filled it up. I desperately needed some relief and Happy's sister, Belle, was going to provide it with her soon-to-be-married cooch. The door opened and my breath caught as Belle and Happy entered the room. Happy looked as gorgeous as always in a violet dress, showing a bit more cleavage than she normally wore—Happy maybe the biggest slut, but you wouldn't know it by how she dresses. Her sister was ten years younger—her face innocent and cute and framed by honey-brown hair curled in large ringlets. Her dress was white, decorated with pearls, and showed a nice bit of cleavage. “I wanted you to meet someone,” Happy said. “Who?” Belle asked, looking around the antechamber. “Me,” I said, startling the poor bride. “I'm the Ghost of Paris.” “I don't understand,” she said, glancing at Happy. “What's happenin'?” I reached out, caressing her face tenderly. She tried to back away but Happy caught her. “Just relax, baby sister,” Happy whispered. “This is my wedding present to you. You'll love it a lot more than the time you let Zach fuck you.” My finger trailed down her neck and tracing around her cleavage. “Don't you fret now, sweetness. My ghostly pecker makes all the purtee girls cream! You'll be howlin' like a bitch-wolf at the moon.” “I'm about to get married,” Belle fretted. “I can't be doin' this.” My finger slid into her cleavage, pushing her dress ...