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

... things to his pecker. Her dirty snatch burned for his cum, and his balls wanted to flood her cunt like a fire hose dousing a five-alarm blaze. I wanted to spray her womb with my jizz, and knock the little whore up. “Take it!” he grunted, his balls tightening and his release nearing. “Take all my cum.” I couldn't wait to fuck petite Mindy with her belly swollen with my kid. I'd fuck her like a bitch, on her hands and knees, whooping and hollering as I tore her pregnant cooch up. My balls unloaded, and I slammed into her cunt, my pecker cumming hard, dousing her blaze. “Yes!” she gasped. “Yes, yes! Fill me up! Oh Lord, yes!” I rolled onto my back, and was out like a lamp; my balls emptied and my pecker satisfied. For now. I knew it wouldn't remain that way for long thanks to Astarte's gift. I had wished for increased stamina, and the demon left me with a pecker that was always craving some sweet, young thing or hot-assed MILF to fuck. I really had to piss when I woke up, and I stumbled to their bathroom. After pissing like a horse that just won the Kentucky derby, I wandered invisible through the house. I found the family in the kitchen around a small table. Mindy was toying with a piece of grapefruit, while her dad—a tall man named Ernest, in his mid-thirties, sitting in a blue bathrobe tight against his pronounced beer belly—watched Fox News, cursing at the latest thing the Democrats in the Senate had done to, “Fuckin' America right into poverty, they is!” “Ernest!” his ...

... wife, a hot MILF named Tara, snapped. “You mind your mouth in front of Mindy!” “Sorry, cupcake,” he muttered, not taking his eyes off the small TV perched on the counter. “Just those damned Democrats causin' problems.” Tara was smoking hot. Her daughter had a lot of good years in front of her. Tara was taller than her daughter, as tall as her husband, with platinum-blonde hair, bobbed short at the shoulders. She wore a pink bathrobe, very short, something she had purchased this week at my request. Her gorgeous ass peaked out as she washed the breakfast dishes, and her heavy tits jiggled as the robe struggled to contain them. Since I started fucking Mindy at night, I'd been sampling her mother in the morning. The first time I fucked her, standing at the sink, she'd been wearing this long robe that just got in the way. The second night I stayed over, she'd picked this sexy number up and didn't bother with the panties. Of course, the last two times I fucked Tara, her husband had already left for work. But it was Saturday. Her ass looked damn fine beneath that robe. I glanced at her husband; fat chance he'd leave anytime soon. I needed to get a piece of her sweet pie. Well, her husband was absorbed by Fox News, cursing the evils of the Democrats, the false god Mark Glassner, and the power-hungry UN trying to steal America out from under everyone's noses. Tara was humming, shaking that round ass, her flesh flashing beneath the hem of her rob. It was just too inviting to pass up; my ...