The Devil's Pact Side-Story: Leah's Reunion - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Side-Story: Leah's Reunion

... for your pleasure!” The robe slipped off Leah's body and Jacob's cock bulged his pants. Her large breasts were full and round, topped with fat nipples and areolas larger than a silver dollar. She turned around, waggling her fine ass at Jacob. He was a man; his pants were undone in a flash, his cock out, and he buried himself into her pussy. “What floor?” I asked as I watched my husband's ass flex as he pounded my wife's cunt. He had a cute butt. “17th,” she moaned. “Fuck me! Pound my nasty cunt!” I frowned; Leah was sounding like a slutty party-girl, like she was a bottled blonde again. “Because blonde's have all the fun,” she had explained that adventuresome weekend. But we gave up being blondes, allowing our original, boring, brown hair to come back, and promised to be Jacob's loving wives not his sluts. I grabbed Leah's hand; something was wrong with her, so I gave her a comforting squeeze. “Give me kiss, Rachel,” Leah purred at me. “Umm, let me finger you and make you cum like a whore while Jacob makes me scream!” She jerked her hand from mine, and shoved it beneath my skirt. I wore no panties since the Church taught that a women should be ready to be fucked at all times, even if I only slept with Jacob and Leah—and sometimes with Mark and Mary, but they were my Gods. She shoved a finger roughly inside me, her thumb pressing hard on my clit. I moaned, and Leah leaned in and kissed me, shoving her tongue inside my mouth. Her fingers felt so good in my pussy that I melted ...

... into her kiss, losing myself to my wife's pleasure. Jacob fucked her hard. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled as she braced her arms against the elevator's wall. The slap of flesh echoed throughout the metal box and the smell of pussy filled my nose; the spicy, tart musk of our arousals. Her fingers built a fire inside me, burning hot and fast. The elevator doors dinged, sliding open, and the fire consumed me; my knees buckled beneath the pleasure, and I fell to the floor. Leah licked her fingers. “Umm, you taste wonderful, slut.” She held her fingers over her shoulder and Jacob sucked them into her mouth. “You do taste amazing, Rach!” Jacob panted. “Keep squeezing your cunt, Leah. I'm gonna cum!” “Do it!” Leah purred. “Cum in my dirty snatch.” Her hazel eyes—lidded with lust—found mine. “I'm going to make you clean my pussy afterwards, Rachel. You're a little slut that just loves the taste of cum and pussy, aren't you?” “Gods, I love watching my wives eating creampie!” grunted Jacob. His face contorted like he was in pain, and he buried himself into Leah's pussy, pumping her full of seed. “Gods, that was great, Leah.” He kissed he neck. “I love you so much.” “Thanks, stud,” Leah said. “You gave me a good fucking.” I was holding the elevator doors open at this point, and Leah sauntered past me, white cum running thick down her thighs. She leaned against the hallway's wall, spread her legs, and smiled invitingly at me. I licked my lips; I wanted to talk to Leah about what ...