1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 1: Worship Orgy


    Date: 3/14/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Female/Female, Group Sex, Incest, Lesbian, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    the object grew wider and wider. I groaned, sliding my pussy on Lizzy's mouth. And then it popped inside me save for a little stem. “Is that a butt plug?” I groaned, feeling stuffed as Lizzy licked and sucked at my pussy. “Yep!” I shuddered, closing my eyes as Lizzy's tongue and lips explored my pussy, her braces sometimes scraping on my pussy. I shuddered, my orgasm swelling. I had the best sister and together we were going to save the Ghost. “Cum, slut,” my twin moaned, straddling Lizzy's stomach and holding me tight, our breasts pressing together. My twin kissed me, then licked to my ear. “Cum on her face. Give the whore a big treat.” “Yes!” I moaned, shuddering. “Oh, yes!” My orgasm rippled through me. My juices poured out, flooding Lizzy's mouth. My twin held me. We were so close. We did everything together. Together you came into this world Together shall you depart, arms entwined Life dedicated to one man For your love shall you die, The drink shall be bitter, But eternity shall be your reward. The Goddess's strange prophecy echoed in my ears as bliss burned through me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Ghost of Paris – Astarte's Domain, The Abyss Silvery light burned my skin. Astarte's radiance cooking me. I spent a quarter of my time in her domain, tormented by her. She owned a quarter of my soul. Lucifer owned the rest. I'm not sure what was worse, burning in fire or burning in starlight. Sometimes Astarte's touch seemed softer. Sometimes. It was hard to remember ...
    who I was. My real name had faded. I could only cling to one thought: I am the Ghost of Paris. But it was hard. My torment seemed to last an eternity. I doubt it had even been a week in the mortal world. It was all Astarte's fault my life had ended so abruptly. She had gleefully told me in detail on how she had set me up the first time I had come before her in Hell, rubbing in her cruelty like a sadist rubs salt into the wound. If I had never made my Pact with her to gain increased sexual staima, I would have been able to control my pecker. Then maybe I wouldn't have screwed that pink-haired bitch. And that bitch wouldn't have executed me. A woman's voice called to me in my torment. Then a second. They were faint, but I could almost recognize them. The librarian and the ghost hunter. I remembered fucking them both. More voices reached out to me. All the beautiful women I had loved called to me, begging for my presence. And then I was lifting up, drifting from my torment, rising through the layers of the Abyss. I was still chained, but my bonds seemed to have a sudden slack. I rose faster, following the sweet sounds of passion, crashing into the real world. I stepped into an orgy of feminine flesh. My cock hardened. None of the women noticed me. I was invisible, of course. I knew every piece of ass in the room. I had fucked them all. The Boone cheerleaders, the librarian and her blazing medallion, the twins, and so many more. My cock throbbed. I didn't know how long my escape ...