Lay On Hands, Ch. 3

[pre-story]Here it is, as promised, part 3 of Lay on hands! Finally, we're getting to the real action!  Thanks again to the commissioner (the generous and eternally patient Pyrista), and if you like what you see, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]

Lay On Hands: Chapter 3 

Pyrista held her wife’s gaze as her lips lingered on the flared tip of Rylinne’s cock, the lewd kiss intensifying. As her hands continued to stroke up and down Rylinne’s length, her head began to twist side to side, lips caressing the sensitive flesh. Those plump pillows parted slightly as they flattened against the tip, her tongue probing forward to flick and taste her wife’s cockhead, and the salty pre that leaked from her slit. Rylinne couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan of pleasure, her grip on Pyrista’s hair tightening slightly, subtle assurances for Pyrista, letting her know she was doing well.

Ghost Story: Ch. 2, P. 4

[pre-story]Here it is, Part 4 of Chapter 2 of Ghost Story, and it's quite the finale, if I do say so myself. I had a lot of fun writing it (if you couldn't guess that from the fact that it rambled on so long in the first place, but I'm glad to be finished with it and move on to the next scene. I think you'll all really enjoy it, but let's not get ahead of ourselves, there's fresh smut to read! 
As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you enjoy![/pre-story]


Ghost Story, Chapter 2, Part 4 

“Fuck me! Hurry and fuck me!”

Whatever remained of Danny’s hesitation snapped as his mother unknowingly begged her son to fuck her. His cock throbbed angrily, hard as steel, as he pulled his fingers from his mom’s drooling pussy and swiftly moved his shaft to replace them. Maddie moaned again as she felt the fat tip of that ghostly cock press against her suit, pushing between her lips, the fabric holding it at bay for only a moment before it began to phase through, the blunt, helmet-shaped head spreading her folds. Danny broke his silence for the first time since he left the couch, letting out a deep groan as her pussy swallowed him up, first his cockhead, then one inch, then two, then three… Sam’s pussy was incredibly tight, she squeezed his shaft like a vice, but Maddie’s was soft and yielding, just tight enough to provide the pressure he needed as her walls stretched around him, inch after inch, but also incredibly hot and soaking wet.  Her inner muscles rippled and squeezed around him like they had a mind of their own, like they were trying to pull him in and milk the cum out of his balls.

Ghost Story: Ch. 2, P. 3

[Pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, and I've got a two-part update for you! I sat down to write one chapter of Ghost story, but I ended up writing two! That's right, part 4 is already complete, and I'll be posting it for you all to enjoy sometime in the next week or two, so look forward to it! 

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, and I'm happy to be back in the saddle![/pre-story]

Ghost Story: Chapter 2, Part 3

The ghost said nothing as Maddie’s gloved hands slid up and down the invisible shaft that thrust up from the couch cushion in front of her, slick with invisible, spectral precum. He’d been silent this whole time, but suddenly, the silence seemed tense. Suddenly, Maddie was acutely aware she’d just offered to do ‘anything’ to satisfy the lust of a mysterious ghost she’d never fully seen, never heard speak… What sort of depravity might a perverted ghost, driven by lust, dream up for her? He might do something filthy like... fucking her ass! Or even worse… Her mind suddenly swam with perverse fantasies. She saw the ghost fucking her in the middle of the night as she lay in bed, Jack sleeping just a few feet away as she struggled to keep her voice down. She saw herself walking down the street when she her clothes suddenly turned invisible, every stranger in sight staring at her body as she futilely tried to cover herself… A shudder ran down her spine, but was it from revulsion… or excitement?