Possessed By The Ghost Of Anal Annie! : Anal Lovers 27 (Virgin Erotica First Time Erotica Anal Sex Erotica Older Younger Erotica): Anal Lovers, #27

By Kimmy Welsh

Claude and I like the supernatural, but I think he's into it more than I am.  Ghost-hunting in an abandoned house one night we happen upon the tale of "Anal Annie," a spirit known for her love of all things anal.  Spotting my chance I feign possession, convincing Claude to exorcise the demon from me the only way Annie knows how: by stuffing himself in my tightness for the first time!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimmy Welsh
• Release date: Feb 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215061558

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I started to laugh and then covered my mouth.  I shook out the giggles and composed myself, getting ready for my performance.

"I want it, mister," I said, feigning my most outlandish English accent.

Hannah?

"I want it up me arse, mister!" I bellowed, and it took all my energy not to laugh.

Hannah? Claude called again, and I heard him scurry closer.

I gave myself a vacant, wide-eyed expression and looked off blankly as his flashlight lit up my face.

"Anal, sir, please.  I beg of you!"

Oh, God.  Annie?!  He gripped my shoulders and shook me.  Hannah, are you in there?

"Fuck me arse, mister.  It’s the only way."

Claude looked left and right, then back at the door he’d came through.  Hannah!  Come out!

I deserved an Oscar for not laughing.  I kept it all together, trying my darndest to embody the anal-hungry slut that I’d read snippets about.

There’s only one cure, Claude said, running a hand down over his mouth.  He held his chin and looked at me.

"Stick it in my arse, Mr. Farnsworth."

He set down his torch on the bedside table.  It pointed forwards at him.  I held mine at my side, pointed at the floor.

I have to do this, Hannah, he said.  I’ve always wanted to but now I have to.

My gaze flittered towards him as he started to unfasten his pants.  I didn’t want to miss this.  To my shock and arousal, he pulled out a ready-to-go cock from his pants.  It was hard already, and it looked fucking impressive.

When he looked at me again, I quickly stared off at the wall.  I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, but I didn’t want to break the ruse now.  I wanted to see how far he’d go.

Hannah! he cried.  This is your last chance to come out!

He started to tug at his cock, keeping it stiff.  I turned