The Bright Side of Eternal Damnation - Sex Stories

The Bright Side of Eternal Damnation

... before slamming her on there. I wanted to hear the sounds she made all night above my head. No, I wanted to fuck her harder than that. I wanted her to ask me to slow down. I wanted her to beg me to bring sweet Devon back. But even when I slapped her bouncy butt on my crotch with the speed of someone who wanted to start a campfire and the power of someone who wanted to start nuclear fusion, she moaned with the soft flesh of her breast swelling between her clenched fingers like dough. Even after a torrent of my hot cum ballooned her womb just a few gallons short of popping her belly button like a champagne bottle, she came and came, screaming profanities that even the demon part of me thought were in poor taste. F-word, sure. C-word, fine. Z-word? I didn’t even know that one.

With Tess passed out on my cock after what must have been four hours of intense and violent animalistic sex (no clock anywhere), I could finally declare victory, but the demon inside me argued that force-feeding Tess another gallon of pig’s blood and suckin on her titties with the strength of an industrial milking pump until we grew a second cock straight up her ass was a good option. So that’s what we did. Before I even started to ruin her two incompatible passageways, though, that horny half-conscious slut was grinding on my cocks as best as she could, signaling the start of round two.

With double the cocks and double the intensity, I fucked her until the day turned to night and the night turned ...

... to Sunday morning. Since I woke up naked and weak from regular human impotence to the sound of Tess singing in the shower next door, I assumed that even lust-incarnate was no match for the libido of a woman in her mid-thirties.

“Oh hi. Are you the famous Devon?”

I yelped in surprise before remembering someone else had been in the room all along.

“Sorry, I’d shake your hands but the wife ties me up because I sometimes run away screaming in my sleep. Thanks for giving me a break this weekend. Sometimes I don’t think my poor soul can handle any more eternal damnation.”

“Is that the weird feeling in my chest?”

“Bingo. That’s demon spirits ripping your soul apart and putting the pieces together all wrong until only the most foul and depraved carnal pleasures can fill your black heart with an approximation of what you used to call happiness. The sex is great though.”

Tess walked back in naked, fresh from a new shower. She must have sifted through the leaked anal cum to find the key because she was using it to lock the door again.

“Do you want to leave before I swallow this again?” She dangled the key on its chain over her open mouth like a threat. When I looked to her husband for guidance, he just shrugged.

Tess took my drawn silence as consent, swallowed the key, and dipped her pitcher in a new bucket her son must have left by the door before leaving for Adam’s place yesterday. I was just happy that the decision was made for me, honestly.

I’m young. My ...