The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 11: Lazy Saturday Morning - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 11: Lazy Saturday Morning

... pecker rising at attention like a soldier before his general. I pressed up behind her. She stiffened for a moment, then shuddered. “Not now,” she whispered. “Ernest is over there.” “He's watching the news,” I whispered back. “And I need to fuck your cooch so bad. You are so damned purtee, I just can't resist.” Mindy looked up from her fruit, a knowing smile on her face. “I'm gonna go for walk.” She stood up, gave her pa a kiss on the cheek, then walked over and kissed her ma. Then she whispered, “Have fun, mamma.” “She will.” I gave Mindy's ass a squeeze as she walked away giggling, then I wormed my pecker between her mother's thighs, they were nice and toned, and enjoyed the silk of her cunt hairs tickling my cock. “Spread dem thighs, MILF.” “Please,” she begged, even as her thighs parted for me. Thanks to my Pact, no woman could resist my molestation. “Let's go upstairs. Ernest is right there.” “You knows you want it right now.” I licked her neck, my hand reaching around and slipping into her robe. Her tit was heavy, and squeezed like dough beneath my fingers. “Reach down and stick me in, and I'll give you a nice cum.” I pinched her hard nipple. She had the same, dark-red nubs as her daughter, though hers were far fatter. “Do it, slut.” “Those damned Dems are just tryin' to take our freedoms away,” snorted her husband as her hand reached down, fingers trembling on my pecker. She pushed me through her groove until my tip slipped into her slippery cooch. “They probably ...

... workin' with that false bastard, Mark Glassner, and his hussy wife!” “Shit!” Tara gasped as I thrust my pecker deep into her sweet cooch. “Exactly,” her husband nodded. “They always talk 'bout civil rights, but they're the ones takin' our religion and our guns away. That shits protected in the Bill o' Rights!” “Yes!” Tara moaned, pushing her hips against me as slowly fucked her. Her oblivious husband kept on his rant about them Democrats as I kept plowing his wife just feet away. Every time she'd moan, “Fuck!” or “Goddamn!” he'd think she was agreeing with him. But she was thoroughly enjoying my pecker. Every woman did. I used slow, deep thrusts. Not wanting to make much noise. The water pouring into the sink masked the noise, but I don't know how he didn't smell that sweet, tart scent of his wife's pussy slowly filling the kitchen up. “Those damned Dems would walk into your house and fuck your wife right in front of you if they could!” Ernest declared. “Oh, yes!” Tara gasped. My balls were tightening. Taking a woman while her husband sat just feet away was sending my nuts to churning, and they were almost ready to unleash another flood of jizz. I was stealing his cunt, and the idiot was too fixated with that dumb box to realize it. “Cum on my pecker, whore!” I hissed. “Cum like a goddamn hussy in front of your husband!” “Oh, fuck!” she moaned. “Exactly, cupcake. Thank God the Republicans control Texas.” Her body shuddered in my arms; her cunt spasming on my cock. She tossed her ...