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

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

... shriek when she saw her sister's bushy cooch right in her face. “Lick her,” I told the bride, still slamming my pecker into her hole. “God, no! That's disgusting!” “If you don't want to...” I pulled out of her cooch slowly. “I'll just let Happy eat your cooch out while I fuck her.” “But it's incest.” Happy laughed, “I know, so nasty. Eat me, baby sister. You'll love it. Pussy is the best.” “You're a dyke, Happy?” Belle asked. “Sugar, all women are dykes once they've gotten a good taste of cunt. No don't you fret, you'll still be lovin' cock too. You're as much a slut as I am.” “I am not a slut!” Belle objected. I gave her ass a slap. “Course you are. You're havin' a threesome with a ghost and your sister on your weddin' day. What else would you be? Now start lickin' and I'll start fuckin'.” Her tongue licked hesitantly out; Happy gave a soft moan. “It don't taste that bad,” the bride muttered. “Kinda spicy.” Happy pulled on her curls, shoving her face into her snatch. “Make me cum, baby sister!” Belle noisily ate her sister's cooch out, so I shoved my pecker back into her delightful snatch. Happy's face contorted in pleasure, biting her lips to keep from making too much noise. It looked like the wicked thrill of having her sister eat her cunt was quickly bringing Happy to boil. Her breasts strained in her dress as her back arched and muffled sighs escaped her clenched lips. The air was filled with the aroma of cooch, spurring me to fuck the bride harder. She kept licking, ...

... bringing Happy to a second, stronger cum; this time a few gasps loudly escaped her lips. Belle's pussy massaged my cock as a second orgasm rolled into her third. There was a knock on the door. “Is Belle in there?” a man asked. “Yes, daddy,” Happy answered. “We're just fixing a problem in her dress. We ain't decent. Give us a few minutes.” “Okay, sweetheart.” Belle came a fourth time and it was more than pecker could take and I spilled a huge load of my cream into her belly. That cum was going to be leaking out of her cooch all through the wedding and reception, slowly soaking into her panties and then running down her thighs. When I pulled out, I made sure her panties were adjusted to capture the mess. “Whew, that was some fuck you gave me,” I told the bride, giving her ass one last slap. “Oh, Lord above, what did I just do?” Belle gasped, tears brimming in her eyes. “Oh, don't cry, your mascara will run,” Happy said. “It's my wedding day and I cheated on Zach,” she protested. “What kinda horrible person am I? I thought I loved him.” “Oh sugar, you do love him,” Happy told her. “Love and sex have nothin' to do with each other. I love my Meriwether, but he don't get it done in the bedroom. So I find some outside help. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.” “Really? You cheat on your husband?” “All the time,” Happy answered. “It's no big deal. I have itches, and Meriwether don't scratch 'em. Maybe your Zach will scratch yours, and if not, I know a few men who will.” “Okay,” Belle ...