PETER, PAUL AND PASCAL: PART II

They had expected some resistance but the woman slowly laid on her back as Paul parted her thick thighs, pulling down her pant exposing her clean shaved privates – Peter allowed Paul to have the first go this time as he watched his brother climb in-between the woman’s thighs and begin to lick her face as he fixed his cock’s head into her vaginal opening and pushed it in.

Just then someone opened the door and walked in.

“Imani,” the female voice said in a foreign accent that was distinctly British, “where is my meal, you husband-snatcher n!gger…”

Peter turned to see a white woman whose cleavage was popping.

“Sorry if I am interrupting, but Imani I am…” the white woman was suddenly cut short by Peter’s sudden charge catching her off-guard.

Paul was by now deep inside Imani fucking her lustfully when he saw his brother “tidying” a white woman “Peter, damn it! After you! A white woman!” Paul shouted as he continued thrusting Imani’s pussy.

“Fuck you’re really tight.” Peter commented.

“Is that a compliment? I haven’t been fucked in ages.” The white woman said when she suddenly gasped for air as her pale legs hung on Peter’s shoulders as he pushed his cock into her pussy.

“You n!ggers have always had thick penises.” Emily said.

“What did she say?” Paul asked

“Look at this racist bitch!,” Peter said as he intensified his thrust yet the woman just moaned and moved with the motions, “you will know how it feels to know you may be carrying a ‘n1ggers’ baby in your racist womb!” Peter blurted as he ejaculated deep inside Emily’s vagina.

Paul immediately pulled out of Imani, apologizing to the bewildered woman, and climbing on Emily as soon as his brother got off of the Caucasian woman, he was close to an explosion of life-giving cum when he pushed his hard cock into the already parted pink orifice.

Paul was thrusting away when he noticed Emily’s body was cold, even as the rooms temperature remained warm made a strange remark “you’re getting cold, I am gonna warm you up with my n!gger cock! Racist bitch!” the man groaned as he also ejaculated in Emily’s vagina.

Cleaning his cock, Paul chastised Imani for working for such a racist but Emily interjected “the irony, back then, it was my husband sneaking into the store at night to fuck…”

It was then Peter realized that others might be in the house, Paul too - the brothers not sure if the men were armed and so decided to leave immediately as they were not armed.

Rushing towards the door, Peter opened it only to see a gaping hole that was not there before, the brothers turned to enter the room when they were both pushed by Imani and Emily, landing on their backs on the floor which luckily for the pair was wooden.

“This place looks different!...” Paul said.

“No Shit! Let’s get out of here.” Peter said limping towards where the kitchen was, and across where the car was parked, as Paul followed suit but then felt his cock get hard and in a moment of madness decided to find and kidnap Emily for endless rounds of intercourse.

Peter stumbled upon two men – one African and the other Caucasian. “What have you done with Pascal?” Peter shouted, his answer came in the sound of the car driving away. Shocked by this, Peter went in for a quick one-two punch, only for the punches to pass through the figures before him.

“Paul, they are ghosts!” Peter shouted.

Paul didn’t have time to process what his brother was screaming about, Emily stood before him ready to be abducted for endless sexual pleasure.

“Bastard, you fucked my wife!” the Caucasian ghost charged Peter, only to be interrupted by the male African ghost “so you now know how it feels to have your wife fucked by another man!”

“You want to do this right now? You do know his brother also fucked your wife!” the Caucasian ghost pointed at the African ghost, at this African male ghost dashed to look for Paul leaving the screams of Peter in his departure.

Paul was hard at it, ramming his cock into Imani’s pussy from her rear end even as her buttocks slammed against him with each thrust – Emily was nowhere to be found and so Imani would do.

“Oh yes, oh yes, he is here.” Imani moaned holding onto the pillar for dear life.

A slap across Paul’s bare bum, broke the illusion that had covered his eyes.

His cock, disappeared into the mound of fatty flesh was suddenly visible just as the last remaining cum he would ejaculate came pouring out of his fully erect cock. Paul grabbed the empty air as he slowly looked up to see the ghosts of the cuckold husband and Imani.

“I thought they were three?” Emily asked devouring the juicy steak, “I let him go,” Imani replied much to the chagrin of her fellow disembodied spirits, “in exchange for bringing us more Peter’s and Paul’s.”

Many years later.

A man breaks into an empty house, followed by two other men and as they enter the parlor a woman appears holding a wooden bowl “Guys let’s not lose focus, we are here to rob.” Pascal says to which the other two men tell him to go ahead and they will be joining him when they are done, as they lead the woman into the room whence she came from.

Pascal sighs as he turns to leave, Emily stands in his way, Pascal hatred for the spirits has quenched every fear he had for them – one day, all accounts will be settled.

Screams fill the air, as he drives away.