Ama's Paranormal quickie 2 : knot

Ama after her experience in her new theater. Became a junkie.

Addicted to paranormal sex.

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

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

She did research and found out a confederate unit was attacked by oecumenical Sherman located by the Mississippi. And one of many skirmish's.

She studied the geography and found the route was directly on a convergence of lay lines. Telling her this smell could be extremely hefty, feeding off the vigor of the lay lines.

She saved up for a trip and headed there immediately.

She decided to wear a duad of leather dirty money boxers. The sides of them being held together with laces. Her round shaped butt end stuck up a little at the rear end. Black sneakers and a tight leather bustier exposing her midriff. Her full ample chest was pressed hard as her cleavage mounded above the bustier. A black lace ruff. Adding red gloss on her fully pouty rim and her hair in corn whisky row pigtails. Finally she wore leather iron boot with four in heels. Black on the external and red on the soles.

It took her a spell to find, virtually of it had been retaken by the woodland. So she parked on the side of the route entire of improbable grass.

The night was steamy 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 start expectant drop of rain plopped on her car windshield.

Then two.

Then a sudden down pour.

She sighed staring forward blasting Death metal. Her high irradiation on to catch a glimpse of the infamous partner in crime specter.

3am

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

She saw it.

With a brown and grey uniform, a rifle on the articulatio humeri and a large number.

The wraith of a soldier raper. It stood in the middle of the road. Glaring at her. It's shoulders slumped, soaked. A E. B. White dirty nerve with a porcelain like crack around its left eye. The eye completely Edward D. White. The other melanise. It stared at her with no life in its aspect, it's fountainhead slightly tilted.

She looked down and grabbing her sound to record it.

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

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

She opened her car door peering around for the apparition.

Her heart was pumping out of excitement and lust, but also fear. This was the low time she had ever seen a full phase of the moon bodied apparition.

She immediately got drenched in the warm heavy rain. The air made unvoiced to breath in the flood like rainwater and suffocating heat.

She slowly walked around her room access with her death metallic element band Ectoplasma roaring in the rain.

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

An invisible force turned her and pushed her toward her car. She felt a hand at her neck stuff her Down. She breathed easier in the cold rain, her bust pressed against the lens hood. Feeling a deal holding her headway down.

She felt something lean on her back and a intimation on her neck. Every ace one of her spunk were one edge.

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

Her heart darted to the side catching a coup d'oeil of the soldiers rigid porcelain like characteristic pulling back out of sight.

The atmospheric pressure lifted from her frame of reference as she felt a fleshy smack on her ass over and over. Hard and painful.

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

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

Then a yank that ripped the garment off of the bent over babe.

"Fuck you whore !"She heard a distant growl say as a phantasmal hand slapped the freighter of her exposed athletically bout butt impertinence. Her red lace thong leading a stream of rainfall between her ample ass cheeks. Her other face a deep red.

She felt the force per unit area on her head release. She lifted her body arching her back staying knack over. Her cleavage nearly busting from her bustier.

She felt her thong being moved over her round ass.

As she felt a distich of hands seized her impudence with a widely grip.

She gasped feeling a frigid face closet against her privates. She glanced over her shoulder joint seeing her ass boldness being lifted by its ghostly grasp. Feeling like it was motorboating her pussy. The lightning flashed it there it was. Two rough pale helping hand seizing and groping her ass spreading her cheeks apart. It's eyes looking directly into hers, it's head unnaturally twitching with header tilts bobfloat and movements. It's face embedded in her between her thighs and cheeks and it was gone as fast as the lightning.

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

She gave a low long moan as the rainfall pelted her 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 pass was suddenly pinned back to the hood of the car, as she felt the civil war soldiers cold ghostly putz stretching her whoreson with no admonition. She gave a grunt of pain as her ass stretched out to the suddenly barrage 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 specter wagging her rump to and fro.

"Oh piece of ass ! Oh my god ! You're fucking my ass so in effect !"She cried between her rising moans, one of her hands at her pussy rubbing her clit.

The unseeable phallus pumped between her troll cheek which bounced back and Forth River with force.

The brutal ass fucking went on for minutes.

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

It's cold one of its cold utter hands lifting her leg onto the hood of the car. It's white stiff stopcock pumping into her tight 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 orgasm spilled over her and she felt a coldness icy liquid satiate her ass.

The humble half of her organic structure shuttered as she took frigid breathes. The her body pulsing in pleasure.

Suddenly she felt it grab her tomentum. Yoking her up by the hair she spun around and was forced to her knees.

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

She was on her knees sitting on her fundament patiently. Like a goodness girl.

Her hands on her thighs.

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

She widened her jaw leaving her back talk slightly agape.

She felt the thing phallus slide pass the imperativeness of her red wet pouty lips.

She slowly closed her center, advancing her head forward tilting her mind. She felt the strength sliding board over her glossa and down her throat.

She suddenly felt two hands yank her pigtails forward.

She knew it was about to go ferine again.

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

In an instant she was being violently face fucked.

Amas eyes widened as she immediately began choking on the phantasmal cock.

The violent feel pulling her nous forward pumping into her face. 8 column inch 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 gauze-like pelvic girdle into her. She could see the black marks under the pale build of the spectre fellow member as it slid ferociously under her nose. Her thick wet brim wrapped around it. Her pigtails firmly in its grasp.

She began to turn a bit dismal choking on the stopcock. Her limb getting a frail when she felt it set off down her throat. Her eyes wide open going bloodshot she gulped over and over is pulled out slowly, she felt it pulsate. Not like a humans. But the whole stopcock throbbed beat after rhythm, each pounding Thomas More of its ghostly sweet fusty fluid filled her throat. Feeling it pulling unvoiced on her pigtails. She breathed as the head left her hint pipe, her tongue sliding along the shaft while it pulled out. It yanked her headway back by her cornrow pigtails. A serial of lightning strikes flashed and she saw the drumhead of its cock leave her backtalk, the thick clean ghostly fluid came on her look and another vauntingly load on her busty cleavage. The fluid streamed out of her mouth sticking her tongue out widely and matted along her chin. The fluid mixed in with the rainwater drizzling down her tit, slightly thicker then the pelting. A thick flow of it sliding down her tongue, gasping.

She felt it grasp her pilus again, throwing her into the loose-fitting mud.

She the lightning storm intensified, crackling and booming thunder. 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 force as her soundbox sank into the mud.

Her breasts sinking all the way into the thick oozing dirt and clay filled mud.

It's hand grabbed her by the hair wrapping it's other paw around her throat.

Her lacing choker imprinting with the flesh.

She felt it's member sloping trough in between her asscheeks. Her sizable round butt wrapping it.

She felt it attract petty further back and then violently thrust back into her ass. She could feel her cheeks spreadhead from the forcefulness. Pressed down by the entity.

She huffed a duet of times.

"goodness fancy woman"she heard whispered to her.

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

"Gon na be my"it growled,

"*static* Prisoner, of war *static*"a tidings announcer said on the radio before going back into her death metallic element playlist.

As soon as it started the fierce apparitions began to viciously ram her campaign asshole.

She got one-half breaths in as it continued to stuff, her buns pressing down with brutal force. It let go of her hair her grope her sizeable butt.

"Fat, buttocks savage."It growled in hatred, the lightning bringing it in and out of view imagination grabbing handful of her 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 current of pleasure were jolting her as her legs went stiff. The cock didn't hitch at all feeling it deep in side of her, sliding in and out against her hind end cheek. coldness and firm pressure as her toes dug into the mud, squeezing it between her toes. She heard an audible loud growl, almost a roar as it started choking her with an smoothing iron grip.

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

Suddenly feeling her orgasm coming again when thick lading of a specters fluid ejected mystifying in her asshole.

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

Grunting susurration all around her spike as she felt her ass getting smacked and the ghostly apparition biting the back of her heavy thigh. Suddenly it spread her legs.

She stared into its center as it faded in and out of reality. finisher and skinny when it put its cold-blooded dead rim onto hers. She moaned as it's fluent knife of vigor seemed sometimes one-half real and half a non existent military unit. Feeling it's last retardation thrusts, and last spurts of its spectral cum.

Just like that it was gone.

She heaved in the rainfall shakily sitting up.

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

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

She stood up, the front line of her body was covered in mud. Her peg were quivering. She slid back into her car and closed the doorway before the mosquitos came back out.

She heaved trying to catch her breath.

"fountainhead. I'll take out my tent in the morning. I have a calendar week off after all. ”