Ama's Paranormal Quickies 2 : Calidris canutus

Ama after her experience in her new house. get a junkie.

Addicted to paranormal sex.

It took her a few weeks of digging but she believed she found another haunted location that would accommodate her ... needs.

She found an abandoned road where many women have claimed they were raped by a confederate ghost.

She did inquiry and found out a confederate unit was attacked by general William Tecumseh Sherman located by the Magnolia State. And one of many skirmish's.

She studied the geography and found the road was directly on a convergence of lay lines. Telling her this spirit could be extremely powerful, feeding off the energy of the lay lines.

She saved up for a stumble and headed there immediately.

She decided to wear a duad of leather booty shorts. The side of them being held together with laces. Her round shaped can stuck up a little at the bottom. Black sneaker and a tight leather bustier exposing her midriff. Her full ample chest was pressed hard as her cleavage mounded above the bustier. A Shirley Temple Black lace neckband. Adding red colour on her fully pouty lip and her tomentum in corn row pigtails. Finally she wore leather iron heel with four inch blackguard. inkiness on the alfresco and red on the soles.

It took her a while to come up, most of it had been retaken by the forest. So she parked on the position of the road replete of tall grass.

The night was muggy and suffocatingly hot.

The she stayed in her car most of the time because the mosquitos were everywhere.

She knew she didn't want to give up but she wondered how she could get off if she hides in her car.

1 am rolled by when the first toilsome drop of rain plopped on her car windshield.

Then two.

Then a sudden down pour.

She sighed staring forward blasting death metal. Her high ray on to overtake a glimpse of the ill-famed confederate specter.

3am

She gave a loud audible sigh putting down her phone, then.

She saw it.

With a brown and grey uniform, a rifle on the shoulder and a pack.

The ghost of a soldier rapist. It stood in the middle of the road. Glaring at her. It's shoulder joint slumped, soaked. A white dirty face with a porcelain like crack around its left eye. The eye completely white. The other black. It stared at her with no living in its aspect, it's drumhead slightly tilted.

She looked down and grabbing her phone to record it.

She pulled up her phone opening picture to see it was gone.

She sighed and placed the sound on her dash. Camera facing up and left recording.

She opened her car door peering around for the apparition.

Her inwardness was pumping out of excitement and lust, but also fear. This was the first clock time she had ever seen a to the full bodied apparition.

She immediately got drenched in the warm great rainfall. The air made severely to breath in the flood like rain and suffocating heat.

She slowly walked around her door with her death metal band Ectoplasma roaring in the rain.

As the rain poured on her, sliding down her bubbly cleavage and fount. She took a single stair past her car door when the rain suddenly got got.

An invisible force turned her and pushed her toward her car. She felt a script at her cervix shove her Down. She breathed easier in the cold rain, her bust pressed against the hood. Feeling a hired hand holding her head down.

She felt something inclination on her back and a breather on her neck. Every single one of her nervousness were one edge.

"Squawk you Squaw."She heard a raspy interpreter say.

Her eyes darted to the side catching a glimpse of the soldiers rigid porcelain like feature film pulling back out of sight.

The pressure lifted from her human body as she felt a heavy nose drops on her ass over and over. Hard and painful.

She could feel her pussycat getting hot as she lightly gyrated her hips.

She felt a tug at the side of her swag shorts.

Then a Yank that ripped the garment off of the hang over babe.

"Fuck you whore !"She heard a remote growl say as a ghostlike hand slapped the bottom of her exposed athletically round tooshie impudence. Her red lace thong leading a flow of rainwater between her ample ass cheeks. Her other cheek a deep red.

She felt the insistency on her foreland release. She lifted her body arching her back staying bent grass over. Her segmentation nearly busting from her bustier.

She felt her thong being moved over her round ass.

As she felt a pair of mitt seized her cheeks with a wide grip.

She gasped feeling a inhuman face press against her privates. She glanced over her berm seeing her ass impertinence being lifted by its ghostly travelling bag. Feeling like it was motorboating her pussy. The lightning flashed it there it was. Two bumpy pale manus seizing and groping her ass spreading her cheeks apart. It's heart looking directly into hers, it's straits unnaturally twitching with head sway shilling and motion. It's typeface embedded in her between her thighs and cheek and it was gone as fast as the lightning.

She moaned louder looking forwards. Hanging her head and leaning on her cubital joint. As this wet cold mouth deeply and furiously licked and sucked on her pussy.

She gave a low long groan as the rain pelted her human face looking up.

Suddenly it stopped. She felt it disappear. She slowly looked around still bent over wondering if that was it.

The radio went staticy,"*static* Indian *static* WHORE ! *static*"and went back to playing the death metal.

Her head was suddenly pinned back to the hoodlum of the car, as she felt the civil war soldiers cold ghostly shaft stretchability her dickhead with no warning. She gave a oink of annoyance as her ass stretched out to the suddenly onslaught happening to her ass.

She felt it slap her ass over and over fucking her butt. She quickly began to groan pushing her ass into the fantasm wagging her butt to and fro.

"Oh fuck ! Oh my god ! You're fucking my ass so good !"She cried between her rising moans, one of her men at her kitty rubbing her clit.

The inconspicuous phallus pumped between her troll cheeks which bounced back and forth with force.

The brutal ass fucking went on for minutes.

The lightning flashed three multiplication as it appeared in the strikes.

It's frigidness one of its cold dead manus lifting her leg onto the hood of the car. It's white corpse pecker pumping into her compressed butt hole.

Gone just as quick. The rim of her ass hole being pushed in and pulled rapidly over and over.

Ama convulsed once grasping for air heavily as an sexual climax spilled over her and she felt a cold icy liquid fill her ass.

The lower half of her soundbox shuttered as she took cold breathes. The her body pulse in pleasure.

Suddenly she felt it grab her hair's-breadth. Yoking her up by the hair she spun around and was forced to her knees.

She looked up with her eye, her brain tilted just enough to see her backtalk when looking down.

She was on her genu sitting on her feet patiently. Like a good girl.

Her hands on her thighs.

She felt fingers at her jaw when something pressed against her lips. Rimming them slowly. She didn't need a second clue.

She widened her jaw leaving her lips slightly agape.

She felt the thing member slide pass the pressure of her red wet pouty lips.

She slowly closed her eyes, advancing her head forward tilting her head. She felt the force play slide over her glossa and down her throat.

She suddenly felt two hands yank her pigtails forward.

She knew it was about to go savage again.

whisper came from all of around her,"squaw"“ slut"“ whore"“ redskin"

In an insistent she was being violently face fucked.

Amas oculus widened as she immediately began choking on the spectral cock.

The trigger-happy spirit pulling her head forward pumping into her human face. Eight inches of the otherworldly cock only being seen by the bulging in her throat as it thrust. The lightning flashed once again, the almost zombie looking soldier furiously pumping its almost transparent pelvis into her. She could see the black Simon Marks under the sick flesh of the ghosts member as it slid ferociously under her nose. Her compact wet mouth wrapped around it. Her pigtails firmly in its grasp.

She began to turn a bit blue choking on the cock. Her limbs getting a rickety when she felt it detonate down her throat. Her eyes wide undefended going bloodshot she gulped over and over is pulled out slowly, she felt it pulsate. Not like a man. But the whole cock throbbed pulse after cadence, each throb more of its phantasmal dulcet moldy fluid filled her throat. Feeling it pulling hard on her pigtails. She breathed as the promontory left her wind pipe, her spit sliding along the shaft while it pulled out. It yanked her head back by her cornrow pigtails. A serial of lightning strikes flashed and she saw the headland of its cock leave her lips, the thick sack up ghostly fluid came on her nerve and another turgid load on her sonsie cleavage. The fluid streamed out of her mouth sticking her tongue out wide and flat along her chin. The fluid mixed in with the rain drizzling down her white meat, slightly thicker then the rain. A thickly flow of it sliding down her lingua, gasping.

She felt it grasp her tomentum again, throwing her into the marshy mud.

She the lightning tempest intensified, crackling and booming hell dust. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the soldier in the lightning sometimes. Other times not, as it laid on top of her, she felt the weight of this military unit as her trunk sank into the mud.

Her boob sinking all the way into the thick oozing dirt and Henry Clay filled mud.

It's helping hand grabbed her by the hair wrapping it's former hand around her throat.

Her lace choker imprinting with the flesh.

She felt it's appendage slide in between her asscheeks. Her ample round butt wrapping it.

She felt it extract little promote back and then violently thrust back into her ass. She could feel her cheeks gap from the force. Pressed down by the entity.

She huffed a couple of times.

"commodity whore"she heard whispered to her.

The automobile radio buzzed again,"*static* You're *static*"

"Gon na be my"it growled,

"*static* prisoner, of war *static*"a news announcer said on the radio before going back into her demise metal playlist.

As soon as it started the red specter began to viciously ram her constrict asshole.

She got half intimation in as it continued to thrust, her butt pressing down with bestial force. It let go of her hair her grope her plenteous butt.

"Fat, buttocks savage."It growled in hate, the lightning bringing it in and out of position imaginativeness grabbing fistful of her business firm ass. Bouncing it's pelvis on her like a brute.

She felt herself cumming harder then the car. Her whole body felt like electric flow of joy were jolting her as her legs went stiff. The stopcock didn't stay at all feeling it deep in side of her, sliding in and out against her fanny cheek. Cold and solid imperativeness as her toes dug into the mud, squeezing it between her toes. She heard an hearable loud growling, almost a holler as it started choking her with an iron grip.

She blinked quickly as her tongue came out trying to cough in between her choking.

Suddenly feeling her orgasm climax again when thickly load of a specters fluid ejected deep in her asshole.

It spun her over lifting her legs, bending them in as it enter her ass again.

Grunting whispers all around her capitulum as she felt her ass getting smacked and the phantasmal apparition biting the back of her heavy thigh. Suddenly it spread her legs.

She stared into its eyes as it faded in and out of reality. Closer and penny-pinching when it put its cold abruptly sass onto hers. She moaned as it's smoothen clapper of energy seemed sometimes one-half substantial and half a non existent force. Feeling it's terminal slowing thrusts, and cobbler's last spurts of its ghostlike cum.

Just like that it was gone.

She heaved in the rain shakily sitting up.

She looked around, the entity no where to be seen.

And just as mysteriously as it arrived. The pelting. Stopped.

She stood up, the front of her torso was covered in mud. Her stage were quivering. She slid back into her car and closed the threshold before the mosquitos came back out.

She heaved trying to catch her breath.

"well. I'll take out my tent in the dawning. I have a hebdomad off after all. ”