The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 10: The Bride - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 10: The Bride

... than sex. Don't mean I don't need a nice, hard fuckin'.” “Keep eatin' me!” gasped Happy. “Put that purtee little mouth of yours to work on my pussy!” “Sorry,” Franny giggled, and buried her face back into Happy's cunt. “And I could never leave my husband,” Happy answered. “It's so much fun cuckoldin' him! How could I ever give that up.” “You are one wicked slut!” I accused. “I love it!” Her laugh was a rich, throaty exultation. “So do I! Umm, yes Franny! Eat my beaver, you carpet munchin' dyke!” Watching Happy's tits jiggle as she writhed on Franny's eager mouth sent my balls boiling over, spitting out a few huge blasts of cum right into Franny's cunt. My pecker was still hard, still in need of satisfaction, so I just pulled out of her cunt and started buggering her. She gasped, lifting her face up to protest, only to have Happy yank her hair, pulling her mouth back to Happy's cunt. “You fuckin' her ass?” moaned Happy. “Abso-damn-fuckin'-lutely I am!” “That's so nasty!” purred the reverend's wife. “Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cream your face! Drink my cum! Drink every last drop you filthy dyke!” Happy held Franny's face to her cunt as she bucked on the bed, grinding her juicy cooch into Franny hungry lips. Franny's ass spasmed about my cock, massaging my pecker with tight waves as she screamed and gasped into Happy's juicy cooch. “Fuck, she's cummin' on my pecker cornholin' her!” I groaned. “You one nasty slut, Franny!” “The nastiest!” she panted. “I'm gonna make Happy lick my ass ...

... clean!” “Really?” Happy asked, raising her eyebrow. “You will. And if I gotta shove your face between her cheeks and make you lick her clean, sure as shit I will,” I told her. She licked her lips. “Then I reckon I best eat her ass out!” “Just let me pump it full of my cum,” I told her. “Won't be long now the way this slut's milkin' my pecker!” “Cream my backdoor!” Franny moaned. “Oh, fuck, gonna cum again! Holy shit. Holy Christ that's amazin'!” Her bowels hungrily sucked at my cock as she came, wanting my cum, and I was more than happy to oblige her with three mighty blasts. Breathing heavily, I pulled my softening cock out of her ass and made way for Happy. The reverend's wife pushed Franny down on her belly, then shoved a pillow beneath her. Happy stroked her cheeks, spread that delicious ass wide open, and buried her mouth inside. I could hear her sucking out my cum; a nasty, depraved noise that made my pecker hard again. Happy's own ass—marred by a few stretch marks—waved invitingly to me. Happy's phone rang just before I could dive on in, playing some pop song. “Shit,” Happy said, reaching for her phone. “That's my sister.” “Let it go to voice mail,” I told her. “I can't,” she answered. “She's gettin' married on Saturday and I'm her Matron of Honor. Got to take this!” She picked up her smart phone, then answered it with a causal, almost airy voice. “Hey, Belle!” Her ass still waved invitingly at me as she stretched out on her stomach. I didn't see any reason not to slip ...