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

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

... and the cup of her strapless bra down, exposing a conical tit topped by a pink nipple. Her cheeks flushed as my finger circled her pink eraser, then I rolled the nub between my fingers. “Stop, please!” I sucked that nipple into my mouth and she gasped, a low, mewling sound. My hand pushed the rest of her bra and dress down, exposing her other small, conical breast, that rose like a small, pink capped mountain from her chest. “Do you really want him to stop?” Happy asked. “I bet your little pussy's on fire.” “It's my weddin' day,” she moaned. “I don't care if it feels good. This is wrong.” “Sweetness, bein' wrong is what makes this feel so good,” I told her, before sucking her other nipple into my hungry lips. “God help me, but it does feel so great!” I grabbed her hand, guiding it to my invisible cock. Her eyes widened as her hand slowly started to explore my pecker. “You gonna let me stick this up your cooch?” “I...” she swallowed, and whispered, “Yes.” “Then beg for it, slut.” My fingers squeezed her breast and pinched her nipples and I could hear her thighs rustling as she rubbed them together, trying to relieve the ache in her cooch. “Oh, Lord,” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and taking a deep breath. “Please. I need it. My little pussy's so hot and wet.” “What do you need, sweetness?” “Your pecker.” It came out as a whisper, her cheeks flaming red. Then in a loud, smokey voice, she declared, “I need your pecker to fuck my pussy!” “Then bend over that there box,” I ...

... told her, kicking a large crate, rattling the wood, “and hike your skirt up!” She hiked her skirts—thin legs clad in white stockings appeared—and carefully dropped to her knees, leaning over the crate. Her ass was small, tight, clad in satin panties—a bikini cut—worn underneath her garter belt. “In the future, sweetness, wear your panties over the garter belt,” I told her, pulling the gusset of her panties to the side. “That way you can pull 'em off and not take off them purtee stockings.” “Okay,” she answered, staring back at me eagerly—the little slut was as randy as a goat, aching for my pecker to penetrate her almost married cooch. It was heaven. A warm, wet, and oh-so-tight heaven as I jammed my pecker into her snatch. The slut gave a moan full of satisfied passion. I fucked her, my balls slapping hard into her clit and within a few strokes, the bitch exploded like a match dropped onto a puddle of gasoline, raising quite the storm of moans and shouts. “You best quiet your sister,” I told Happy. “Else she might not be getting' married after all.” And that would spoil half the fun, knowing she was saying her vows while her cunt was full of my cum. “Hike up your skirt and stick your purtee lil cooch right in her face.” Happy looked startled, a considering light appearing in her hazel eyes. “Oh, my Lord, that'd be so nasty!” “Wouldn't it?” I asked. Happy reached beneath her skirts, stepping out of her lacy panties. Belle was so lost to my fucking she gave a small, startled ...