Chapter 11: Lazy Saturday Morning

Saturday, September 28th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

My pecker was like a slab of cement, poking into the soft ass of my bedmate, when I was wakened by the rising sun. It was Saturday, and I was feeling lazy. But the sun was too damned bright and my pecker was too damned insistent. And the girl's ass felt too damn amazing.

Her name was Mindy Taylor. The first girl I fucked after making my Pact and becoming the Ghost. This was the third night I spent in her bedroom this week. On Monday, I saw her walking home from Boone High and followed her. She'd been happy to see me again, or at least to feel my pecker reaming her tight cooch.

She was a pretty, young thing with honey-blonde hair and vibrant, green eyes. Her ass was great, and she had a nice pair of tits topped with dark-red nipples. I wrapped my hand around the teen, finding her perky mound, and pinched her nipple. It hardened like a muffin rising in the oven.

Mindy shifted, sighing as her ass rubbed against my pecker. I slid my hand down her body, stroking her sleek thigh, and parted her legs. I moved my hips, letting my cock slide through her ass crack, then my pecker popped between those sweet thighs. The warmth of her cooch pressed against my shaft. I pumped between her thighs, rubbing against her cunt; she moistened.

She sighed, then murmured, "Mr. Gho..." Her words broke into a loud gasp as I rammed my pecker deep into her cooch. "Umm, Mr. Ghost. I love your ... ohhhh yes ... cock!"

Her cooch was hot and tight, and the little slut wiggled her ass back into me. I gripped her tit, slamming into her over and over like a rod pistoning a car's engine. I loved fucking teens and their tight cunts. Hell, I loved fucking more mature beauties, too. There ain't a cooch I wouldn't fuck if the owner looked even half-way decent.

"You love my pecker fuckin' your tight cooch?"

"Yes!" she moaned. "Harder, Mr. Ghost! Oh, yes! Like that! You're drivin' my pussy wild!"

Her bed creaked as I fucked her. I hooked my arm around her right leg, lifting up her thigh so I could really go to town on her cooch. Mindy buried her face into her pillow, muffling her cries of passion. The slut was a screamer.

"Cum!" I grunted. "I wanna feel your cooch milkin' my pecker. Then I'm gonna flood your purtee cunt with a big batch of my cream."

"Oh, fuck yes!" She looked over her shoulder, honey-blonde hair plastered to her flushed cheeks. "Cum in me! Oh fuck! I wanna feel your jizz squirtin' inside me! I reckon that'll be absolutely amazin'!"

My thrusts became hard and deep, stabbing violently inside her delightful sheath. She pressed the pillow to her face, muffled moans filling the air. Her body spasmed back into my chest, and her cunt massaged my cock.

"That's it, slut!" I grunted. "Cum on my pecker like the dirty, li'l whore you are!"

Mindy arched and shuddered, and her cooch did the most fantastic things to his pecker. Her dirty snatch burned for his cum, and his balls wanted to flood her cunt like a fire hose dousing a five-alarm blaze. I wanted to spray her womb with my jizz, and knock the little whore up.

"Take it!" he grunted, his balls tightening and his release nearing. "Take all my cum."

I couldn't wait to fuck petite Mindy with her belly swollen with my kid. I'd fuck her like a bitch, on her hands and knees, whooping and hollering as I tore her pregnant cooch up. My balls unloaded, and I slammed into her cunt, my pecker cumming hard, dousing her blaze.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Yes, yes! Fill me up! Oh Lord, yes!"

I rolled onto my back, and was out like a lamp; my balls emptied and my pecker satisfied. For now. I knew it wouldn't remain that way for long thanks to Astarte's gift. I had wished for increased stamina, and the demon left me with a pecker that was always craving some sweet, young thing or hot-assed MILF to fuck.

I really had to piss when I woke up, and I stumbled to their bathroom. After pissing like a horse that just won the Kentucky derby, I wandered invisible through the house. I found the family in the kitchen around a small table. Mindy was toying with a piece of grapefruit, while her dad—a tall man named Ernest, in his mid-thirties, sitting in a blue bathrobe tight against his pronounced beer belly—watched Fox News, cursing at the latest thing the Democrats in the Senate had done to, "Fuckin' America right into poverty, they is!"

"Ernest!" his wife, a hot MILF named Tara, snapped. "You mind your mouth in front of Mindy!"

"Sorry, cupcake," he muttered, not taking his eyes off the small TV perched on the counter. "Just those damned Democrats causin' problems."

Tara was smoking hot. Her daughter had a lot of good years in front of her. Tara was taller than her daughter, as tall as her husband, with platinum-blonde hair, bobbed short at the shoulders. She wore a pink bathrobe, very short, something she had purchased this week at my request. Her gorgeous ass peaked out as she washed the breakfast dishes, and her heavy tits jiggled as the robe struggled to contain them.

Since I started fucking Mindy at night, I'd been sampling her mother in the morning. The first time I fucked her, standing at the sink, she'd been wearing this long robe that just got in the way. The second night I stayed over, she'd picked this sexy number up and didn't bother with the panties. Of course, the last two times I fucked Tara, her husband had already left for work. But it was Saturday.

Her ass looked damn fine beneath that robe. I glanced at her husband; fat chance he'd leave anytime soon. I needed to get a piece of her sweet pie. Well, her husband was absorbed by Fox News, cursing the evils of the Democrats, the false god Mark Glassner, and the power-hungry UN trying to steal America out from under everyone's noses. Tara was humming, shaking that round ass, her flesh flashing beneath the hem of her rob. It was just too inviting to pass up; my pecker rising at attention like a soldier before his general.

I pressed up behind her. She stiffened for a moment, then shuddered. "Not now," she whispered. "Ernest is over there."

"He's watching the news," I whispered back. "And I need to fuck your cooch so bad. You are so damned purtee, I just can't resist."

Mindy looked up from her fruit, a knowing smile on her face. "I'm gonna go for walk." She stood up, gave her pa a kiss on the cheek, then walked over and kissed her ma. Then she whispered, "Have fun, mamma."

"She will." I gave Mindy's ass a squeeze as she walked away giggling, then I wormed my pecker between her mother's thighs, they were nice and toned, and enjoyed the silk of her cunt hairs tickling my cock. "Spread dem thighs, MILF."