Chapter 12: Afternoon At the Park

Notes: Credit goes to PeacelovingXXX for the story behind this chapter. Saturday, September 28th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

It was a warm, late September day as I strolled down the street towards Daniel Boone Park. A perfect, high-seventies day, with a gentle breeze keeping you cool. The girls were out in skimpy shorts and light tops, and my pecker was at full mast.

A couple rollerbladed by; the woman had a long, dark ponytail and shorts so tight she may as well have been naked. I wanted to grab her, take her behind some bushes, and just have my way with the sweet, young thing, but she passed me in a blur before I could react.

The cement was rough on my feet, but nearly a month of walking around naked had toughened my soles. The sun was warm but, thanks to my Pact, I didn't need to worry about sunburns while I was invisible. Hell, I didn't need to worry about any form of exposure. I could run naked through a blizzard, and so long as I was invisible it'd be just a pleasant stroll. Well, it'd probably be windy as all fuck, but I wouldn't freeze to death.

Daniel Boone Park was a flat expanse of grass dotted with bushes, and tall oak trees, their broad limbs providing plenty of shade. A small, man-made lake dominated the center and a few people fished it. Several paths circled the park, filled with joggers, walkers, bicyclists, and skaters. Others sat at picnic tables or on blankets on the ground, and more than a few girls were out in their bikinis sunbathing. There were two bathrooms that anchored either end of the park.

I surveyed the scene, a lion seeking out which gazelle on the Serengeti, or whatever the fuck those plains in Africa were called, was vulnerable. And there were a lot of mighty fine looking gazelles! Tall, petite, big tits and small. Some had great asses, others had legs that any coonhound would love to hump. Bronze, pale, or ebony skinned—they all made my pecker want to howl.

I spotted a familiar face. Ruth Annabeth Ahlers. The second girl I had fucked after becoming the Ghost. I had fucked her on her porch, and made the sweet, young thing show her treats off to a couple of boys. They had plastered her lovelies all across the internet. She sat on a bench, leaning back, wearing a tartan skirt, this time pink-and-black and far shorter, and a tight, pink halter top. She had a large smile and her brown doe-eyes twinkled with mischief. A pair of boys were watching her, and she toyed with her black hair in a long, plaited braid.

She spread her legs.

The boys all nudged each other, laughing and staring at her. I moved, waiting to get a look at her panties. I loved looking up a girl's skirt, and seeing what intimate surprises they might be wearing. Whether plain, old, boring, white panties or exciting thongs or sensuous French cuts or lacy or any of the hundreds of styles.

Ruth had a surprise for me; her juicy cooch was bare for all the world to see, dewy with her excitement. What a little, exhibitionist slut. Then she closed her legs, and sat all prim and proper. A pair of girls joined the boys, and they wandered off, though the boys kept looking back at Ruth.

I sat down carefully on the bench—I don't take chances now, too many splinters in the ass—and put my arm around Ruth, pulling her against me. "Miss me, sweetness?"

She stiffened, and groaned. "No! You turned me into a freak!"

"I saw the display. Your cooch looks as delicious as I remember." I put my hand on her thigh, sliding up her skirt.

"I can't help myself!" she complained. "I was a fine, normal girl, and then you fucked me in front of them boys, and now it's all I can think about! Look at me, I'm flashin' myself like some pervy guy!"

My fingers slid deeper, rubbing through the groove of her pussy. She shuddered, her knees relaxing. Anyone who looked could see right up her skirt. I spread her cunt open, slipping three fingers inside the slut.

"At any second, someone's going to look," I whispered in her ear.

"Oh, Lords yes!" she groaned, her pussy contracting on my fingers.

"You want that, don't you, slut?"

"Lord help me! I do! I want everyone to see my juicy pussy!" She groaned and her hips wiggled. "It makes me so wet."

I pumped faster; her knees shot up, then her legs spread even wider, like she was trying to do the splits on the bench. Her head threw back, and she let out a low, wordless moan. A spasm passed through her; a piercing gasp, then juices flooded my fingers, the little slut cumming hard.

"I got to fuck you, sweetness," I groaned.

"Right here?" she groaned.

"Abso-damn-fuckin'-lutely!"

"Oh, Lord! Do it!" Her hand found my throbbing pecker. "Fuck me! Let every fuckin' guy here see my juicy cunt cummin' 'round your cock, Ghost!"

I pulled her ass to the edge of the bench, and spread her legs wide open. Her cooch's lips spread open, showing her pink sweetness. Her clit was hard, set below a landing strip of black hair. I reached out, stroking her sensitive nub, and enjoyed her coos.

"Someone's watchin'," she whispered. "Fuck me! Please! I want him to see me bein' freaky!"

"Then show him your titties, sweetness. Let him see just how freaky you are."

"Oh, Lord yes!" she hissed.

Her hands grasped the hem of her halter top. She licked her lips, took a deep breath, then Ruth yanked her top up. Her tits were round, full, and topped with hard, pink nipples. She licked her lips at her voyeur right through my invisible body, and pinched a pink nipple.

Her pink cooch called to me. I buried my pecker into her tight warmth. She gasped, arching her back, shuddering. Her hole spasmed about my cock; her wonderful tits jiggled as her cum quaked through her.

I fucked her with hard, deep thrusts, grunting "What a dirty, exhibitionist slut! Cummin' like a two dollar whore the moment my pecker shoved into your cunt!"

"Yes!" she gasped, arching against me. "I'm a whore! Watch me!"

"Holy shit!" the voyeur gasped.

"Oh, yes! Film me!" Ruth came a second time on my pecker, bucking on the bench. "Upload this on the internet! Let everyone see me!"

I wasn't going to last long in her constantly spasming pussy. She moaned and gasped, playing with her nipples. Her legs were still splayed wide, letting her voyeur see her cunt gaping open as my pecker reamed her over and over. The bench rocked and creaked as I fucked the slut harder and faster.

"Dirty whore!" I hissed into her ear. "When I cum in your cooch, I want you to take that voyeur over to them bushes, get on your knees like a bitch, and let him pound your cunt while I watch."

She pinched her nipple, cooch spasming on my pecker, and groaned, "Yes!"

My body tensed, my cum building. I buried into her cooch, her sheath milking my pecker. I erupted into her juicy cunt, grunting loudly. I gasped and relaxed; finally satiated. I pulled out, flopped onto the bench next to her.

Her voyeur was a pudgy young man, pointing his cell phone at her. She stood up on wobbly legs, and walked towards him. She grabbed the voyeur's hand, sweat breaking out on the man's forehead, and led him over to the bushes. Like a good slut, she got on her knees. It's where all women belonged, on their knees, ready to please some man.

"Shit!" the pudgy voyeur grunted.

"Hurry up and fuck me!" Ruth moaned.

"Shit!" Did the fat fucker know any more words?

He dropped to his knees behind her, shoved his shorts down, and buried into her cooch. He fucked her hard, making her hanging tits sway back and forth. Ruth grunted, smiled at me, and fucked her hips back into the fat guy.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

"Oh, my god!" sneered a woman.

Two teen girls, maybe sixteen, and a beefy teen boy stood nearby, watching Ruth. The girls had looks of disgust on their faces, but the guy grinned. One of the girls—a tan brunette, the tips of her curly hair bleached; something red glinted on her nose, a piercing of some sort—nudged the guy.

"You're supposed to be gettin' us food, Nate," the brunette said. "Not pervin' on some hobag."

"Sorry, Cheryl-Lynn."

The brunette hooked her arm through the other girl's, a sandy blonde with slim hips and small tits that her tube top showed off quite nicely. The blonde girl looked like Nate's sister: they had the same hair color and their faces had a similar shape. The brunette led the blonde towards the restrooms. They both wore tight, and very skimpy, shorts that hugged their asses. My pecker rose, and I followed after the girls.

"God, what a slut," the blonde giggled. "I can't believe Ruth would do that."

"And that guy she was fuckin'..." Cheryl-Lynn gave a shudder. "She's turned into a complete hobag, Tammy. Just like the mayor's daughter."

Tammy let out a wicked giggle. "I heard she fucked every guy at the Cowgirl Salon."

I was just a foot behind the two chatting sluts, their tight asses wiggling in their short shorts. Cheryl-Lynn's were purple, thin, and dug into her ass crack and molded to her beautiful cheeks. Tammy's were a pair of jean shorts, cut so high the bottom of her asscheeks peaked out. I reached out, and goosed her firm rear.

She jumped, looking around, and rubbing herself.

"What?" Cheryl-Lynn asked.

"Nothin," Tammy muttered. "Just a bug bit my ass."

"Ahh, do you want me to kiss it better." Cheryl-Lynn pursed her lips at her friend.

"Eww. Stay away. I'm not lettin' you go dyke on me."

Cheryl-Lynn threw her arms in the air. "But your beauty has captivated me. I'm only datin' your brother to get close to you!"

"Bitch," laughed Tammy. "Then why was you squealin' like a pig last night in my brother's bedroom. Sound like you loved it."

"Busted," she laughed. "Come on, I gotta pee."

"You had me worried. You was sounded like Marybeth."

Cheryl-Lynn shrugged. "She ain't bad."

Tammy gaped at her. "Oh, you slut! You've let Marybeth get her dirty, little mouth on you."

The brunette grinned, twirling a lock of her frost-tipped hair. "That cheerleader can be very persistent."

"That's disgustin'!"

"Oh, don't be gettin' your panties in a bunch. It was just some lezzie fun. No harm."

The girls reached the restroom, pushing through the door. I glanced back and could barely see Ruth getting plowed in the bushes. Maybe I should swing by her house tonight, and give that girl another tumble. Crying shame her ma's a fat pig.

I followed the girls in. Tammy glanced back, blue eyes squinting as she eyed the door, then entered the stall next to Cheryl-Lynn. Liquid splashed, echoing in the bathroom, and Cheryl-Lynn moaned in relief. I twisted the deadbolt, locking the door.

"Damn, that feels good!" she sighed.

A second splash joined hers as I moved to Tammy's stall. It had one of those safety locks that you could open from the outside with a screwdriver, or a very long fingernail. I popped the lock, the door swinging open.

"What in tarnation," muttered Tammy. "The damn doors don't work in this place."

"Yeah," Cheryl-Lynn muttered. "Oh, wow. You need to get on twitter. They're sayin' the army attacked Tacoma."

"Tacoma?" the brunette asked, reaching to close the stall door. "That in Afghan'stan?"

I forced my way in. She gasped, my hands grabbing her blonde curls, then I shoved my pecker into her mouth. She coughed and gagged as I fucked her face. She struggled for a moment, then my Pact kicked in, and she started sucking.

"Naw. It's up in Washington State."

Tammy had a sweet mouth, sucking hard and swirling her tongue around my pecker. I brushed the back of her throat with every thrust. "Gonna deep-throat me now, sweetness," I whispered.

She looked up, her blue eyes sparkling in confusion.

"Blue hell!" Cheryl-Lynn cursed over the video she was watching on her phone. It sounded like a news report in a warzone. "It's like some cheesy movie goin' on in Tacoma."

I pushed deeper into her throat; Tammy relaxed, and swallowed my pecker. Her lips pressed into my invisible pubes. She swallowed, massaging my shaft. Her mouth was wide open, and I could see inside her a bit, her tongue sliding around my invisible cock.

The toilet flushed. Silk rustled as Cheryl-Lynn pulled up her shorts. "This is wild," she muttered, still listening to her phone. The stall door opened. I glanced back as Cheryl-Lynn walked into sight.

She froze, blinking at her friend.

I kept fucking Tammy's sweet mouth.

"Um?" Cheryl-Lynn asked. "Are you okay?"

Tammy moaned around my pecker.

"Are you choking?"

Cheryl-Lynn rushed in, her hazel eyes full of concern. She bumped into me, driving my pecker back down her friend's throat. The brunette squealed in fear, eyes trembling as she reached out and touched my back. Then she turned, about to bolt.