Chapter 1

"It's true," I said as I surveyed the room, looking at each of them—his lovers. There were almost thirty women and girls in the room. "The Ghost is dead. But there's a way to bring him back. If we're willing to pay the price."

A great gasp went through the room. Grief painted their faces. We all had been touched by the Ghost. He had inspired such passion in each of us. When he touched your flesh, you felt so happy and joyful. His touch melted your body. And when he was inside you, his invisible cock thrusting away, the pleasure was more intense than any mortal lover.

"What are we going to do, Deidre?" Carla, a busty redhead and famous paranormal investigator, asked. Her footage of the Ghost molesting her had gone viral, though the blossoming Theocracy had pulled down many copies of her video. They were trying to bury the Ghost's existence.

"Our first problem are these so called gods," I said, brushing back my tawny hair. "It's quite clear that anyone who hears their spoken words becomes one of their followers."

"I've heard their words spoken," gasped Ursula, her large tits straining the front of her Boone High School cheerleaders outfit. "They're real Gods, right? You can't say they're not. They perform miracles!"

"They are powerful," I nodded. Inside I groaned. How many others of these women were under Mark and Mary's control? "But whom do you want to love more, them or the Ghost?"

Ursula bit her lip and turned to Marybeth, a tall and curvy cheerleader with raven black hair. The girls were dating and Marybeth hugged Ursula. "Sweetie, I'll be with you."

"I ... I want to love the Ghost more. I want to bring him back. That'll make the Gods happy, right?"

"Yep," I lied.

"I miss him," Heather sighed, the redhead pouting. She was definitely one of the Ghost's favorites. He visited her most nights, sleeping in her bed. "It's so lonely in my bed without him."

"I think we're all committed to saving him," Carla nodded.

"Yep," giggled Marissa and Rhonda May, a set of redheaded twins. The Ghost sure did love his redheads.

"The Lionesses will go all the way to save him," Marybeth declared and the rest of the cheerleader squad all shouted, "All the way!" They were an enthusiastic bunch.

"Okay, for this to work, I first need to know how many are carryin' his child?"

"I am," Ursula proudly beamed. "He's the only man I've been with."

Heather grinned, rubbing her belly. "With how many times I've been fucked, of course I'm pregnant."

"Me and Kelly as well," Latonya announced, the Black teen putting her arm around her fellow cheerleader.

"I am," Carla smiled.

"He only made love to me once, but it did the trick," beamed Lizzy, the youngest teen here.

"He popped her cherry in the shower," giggled a Hispanic teen I didn't know.

"That was hot," another teen laughed.

"Me, too," a sandy blonde teen named Tammy smiled. She had her arms wrapped around a curly brunette. "That was so hot when he took us in the bathroom at the park, Cheryl-Lynn."

"Even hotter when he fucked us in my bedroom while my parents were downstairs," giggled the brunette Cheryl-Lynn. "I think that's when he got you in the family way." I nodded. "Seven. That is perfect."

"So this involves our babies?" Ursula asked, stroking her stomach. "It won't ... hurt them."

"Not at all," I grinned, then I reached into my bra and pulled out a vial filled with the Ghost's cum. I had collected it out of my pussy the last time he had fucked me. My grief surged inside me. That had been right before that cunt Alison had him executed for being a Warlock. "This is how we begin. We have to dedicate ourselves to him."

"But we're only supposed to worship the Living Gods," Ursula objected. "Right?"

A few other of the women nodded. I took a deep breath. I would have to tread carefully until I freed these women from Mark and Mary's pernicious mind control. Those damned Warlocks—I knew from reading the Magicks of the Witch of Endor that they weren't gods—would be a problem going forward. They had already unleashed their foul servant Alison to kill the Ghost.

"I said serve, not worship." It was a distinction that I hoped Ursula and the others under Mark and Mary's power wouldn't question. "Don't you want to serve the Ghost? Don't you want to feel that wonderful touch of his on your ass, his words hissin' in your ear, tellin' you all the filthy thangs he wants to do to your sweet, young body?"

"I do," Ursula nodded. "More than anythang."

"We need to let him know that. We need to reach across the barriers between life and death and let the Ghost feel our love and devotion." I looked out at them. "We need to have a bacchanalia."

"An orgy?" Carla asked.

I nodded. "Our sexual energy will build and build, and the Ghost will feel it. He'll gain power, and then we'll all swear ourselves to him. Doesn't that sound wonderful? We'll be his servants, bound to him." I held my breath, looking at Ursula, hoping Mark and Mary's programming hadn't been to complete. We would need her child to free the Ghost.

"Let's do it," Ursula grinned. "Lioness go all the way!"

Latonya threw her arm in the air, and the cheerleaders all chanted:

"Lionesses are hot.
Lionesses are wet.
Lionesses will explode
And cum all over you!"

They were an enthusiastic bunch.

"I brought sex toys," I smiled. "They're out in my car. I'll be right back."

"You naughty slut," laughed Heather, her shirt coming off to reveal a pair of perky tits.

"I'll help you out," Carla smiled.

Her tits bounced in her tight shirt as we walked through the library. I hoped this would work. The Ghost had taken me for the first time in here, fucking me from behind while I checked out patrons books. It had been so hot. We were fucking and no one knew it. My pussy itched, and I pressed my thighs together.

"Are we going to turn him into a God?" Carla whispered.

"Not quite. An ancestor spirit," I answered. "Thirty of us, pourin' all our love and lust at him. It'll start the process. It'll give him power in Hell. I read about it in a Chinese text, Tenets of Respect and Worship. He'll be our patron and we'll get powers."

"That'll make us Warlocks."

I smiled. "You've read Magicks of the Witch of Endor."

"Of course I have. I almost even made my own Pact."

"Well, this isn't quite the same. We won't be Warlocks. But it will insulate us from Mark and Mary's control and bind us to the Ghost. We can use that connection to bring him back to life."

We reached my small Prius. I popped the trunk. There were seven large backs full of dildos, vibrators, and so many other fun toys. And a special bag with the amulets I had spent half my savings on to have made. There was a large, golden one set with green jade and black jet and seven lesser ones. I pulled on the amulet, the medallion dangling between my breasts. It would be the focus of all the spells, gathering the energy to free the Ghost. I uncorked the vial and rubbed the Ghost's cum into the gold, muttering beneath my breath.

Carla smiled as I cast the spell. She scooped up several bags. "We can't stay in Paris if we do this, Deidre. Happy and her husband are quickly converting this town to worshiping the Living God."

I scowled at the former born-again Christian Reverend and his cuckolding wife. "She should've been here with us. She was one of the Ghost's favorites."

"Both her and her sister are carrying his kid," Carla nodded. "But they both are big into worshiping the Living Gods. We need to go somewhere remote, where people don't know who the Ghost is."

"I have a ranch up in Idaho," I answered. "It's very remote. My aunt died over the summer and I'm her only family remainin'. I was trying to sell it, but now it seems perfect."

We walked back into the library, my heart beating with excitement. The girls and women were all naked, squirming on the floor. Tits and pussy and ass flashed at me. I had never been with a woman before. But for the Ghost, I would learn to love it.

"Here are the toys, ladies," I grinned, spilling the bags out on the tables. "Think of the Ghost while you are makin' love. Send to him your energy."

Carla grabbed a double-headed dildo, giving me a naughty grin. I unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall to the floor, followed by my bra. I dropped my beige pencil skirt, my panties soaked with my juices. I stood almost naked, the focusing amulet dangling between my naked tits.

"You shouldn't wear panties," Ursula said, grabbing a strap-on. "A woman should be ready to be fucked at all times. The Living Gods say so."

"Then I best get these off," I grinned, peeling them down. "Ghost of Paris, we offer this orgy in your honor. We send all our love and worship to you. We are your devoted followers. We are your cult!"

Energy tingled through the room, flowing out from the amulet. The process had begun.

"Fuck me with that big ol' thang," moaned Marybeth, kneeling on the floor as Ursula pulled on the strap-on. "Let's give the Ghost a show so hot he wont be able to resist escapin' Hell to watch!"

The blonde buried her strap-on into Marybeth's cunt. Ursula's big tits bounced and jiggled as she plowed her girlfriend, fucking her with hard, deep strokes, giving the slut what she wanted. My pussy grew even more wet, there was something so beautiful about women making love. No wonder guys were always wanting girls to make out.

Heather worked a thick dildo covered in small bumps in and out of Mindy's pussy and the twins rubbed vibrators on each other's cunts. They both had tattoo's on their small tits, pink roses opening around their nipples, the shade almost matching their areolas while thorny veins wrapped around their tits.

Carla fell to her knees before me, spreading my thighs. Her tongue licked through my pussy. I shuddered. "Oh, Ghost, feel my lust. Feel how much I enjoy Carla's tongue licking through my cunt. We love you so much. We miss you."

I leaned against the table, my eyes squeezing shut as Carla's tongue licked and played through my pussy. I had only had a few guys go down on me and they all had been disappointing. But Carla knew how to lick and suck. She nuzzled into me, her tongue swirling around, touching me in all these amazing spots.

"Yes! Lick my cunt, whore!" I gasped.

Carla responded, licking me harder, nipping at my clit and shoving her tongue deep into my hole. My juice dripped out, her mouth slurping them down. Delight shown in her green eyes as she looked up at me.

The pleasure swelled, blossoming inside me. I groaned, savoring the bliss. This was nice. And it was all for the Ghost. My hips bucked, my orgasm swelling. My fingers gripped the table's edge. I moaned and sighed, a great, growing swell of rapture filled me up.

"Ghost!" I screamed as the pleasure burst inside me. Delight flooded my veins. My muscles contracted. I ground my pussy on Carla's hungry mouth. "Feel my passion, Ghost! Oh, yes! I love you!"

Carla pulled her lips away, shiny with my cum. "Umm, I bet he felt that one." Then she brandished the flexible, pink dildo. "Ready to have some more fun."

"Yeah." Then I grinned sheepishly. "How do you use a double-headed dildo?"

"Carefully," she grinned. "Get on your knees like the hot bitch you are."

I did, wiggling my ass at her. She bent down licking through my furred muff one more time. "I love that," I panted.

"I just can't resist. You taste amazing." The tip of the dildo probed my pussy, spreading my labia apart. I groaned as it entered me. The thick girth was nice, my pussy squeezing about the smooth rubber. But it wasn't the Ghost's wonderful cock.

The dildo bottomed out inside me, pressing on my cervix. I threw a look over my shoulder as Carla turned around, presenting her ass at me. Her pussy was surrounded by fiery, red hair that was damp with her excitement. Her labia peaked out as she guided the other end of the dildo to her pussy.

She pushed back, the dildo pressing on me, pleasure shuddering through me. She worked more and more of the pussy into her. "Oh, that's nice," she panted, smiling at me over her shoulder. "Now we fuck each other."

She rocked her hips back and forth, the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. I rocked with her, groaning as the cock fucked in and out of me. Our butt-cheeks bumped, the dildo buried deep inside the both of us.

"Fuck me, Carla," I groaned. "Work that dildo in and out of me!"

"Gladly."

"You hot sluts," giggled Lizzy, braces flashing on her white teeth. The Freshman teen fell before me, her thighs spreading apart. Her pussy was a tight slit surrounded by a sparse, black hair. She was so young and virginal. She tasted fresh, her sweet musk coating my tongue as I savored my first taste of pussy. "Lick me for the Ghost!"

I worked my hips, the pleasure swelling inside me as I ate out this young teen. It was so wrong. She would have been jailbait before the Theocracy made teens as young as fourteen legal to fuck. My tongue flowed through her cunt, licking, sucking, moaning my pleasure into her.

Lizzy seized my tawny hair, humping her hips, her perky tits bouncing as she enjoyed herself. Carla fucked her hips back harder, our asses slapping together as she drove the dildo so deep into my pussy.

"Yes! I'm cumming for you!" screamed Carla, slamming back against me. Her ass ground against mine, swirling the dildo around inside me.

I loved it. Then her hips started humping again, the pleasure swelling inside me. I moaned around Lizzy's tiny, pink clit as I slid a finger into her tight pussy. She was practically a virgin even if she was pregnant. Her tight sheath contracted about my finger, the teen's face growing flushed with passion.

"Oh, Ms. Cheshire," she moaned. "Lick me! You're so wonderful! I'm going to cum! Oh, yes! Oh, wow!"

Her sweet juices squirted into my lips. I drank them down, locking my mouth over her pussy. She bucked into my hungry mouth. My fingers pinched and pulled at her puffy nipples. Her coltish legs locked around my head, holding me tight.

And then she went limp. "Come back to us, Ghost," she moaned.

The dildo stabbed deep into me as I licked my lips clean of Lizzy's delicious juices. My orgasm suddenly erupted. I moaned, throwing back my head. My body quivered, my pussy spasming about the thick dildo. Carla kept rocking back into me, giving me more and more pleasure, prolonging my orgasm.

"For you, Ghost!" I moaned as a second orgasm rippled through me.