The Devil's Pact Pt. 06

"Now that you're finished, mind sucking my cock?" Mark asked.

My eyes fluttered open and I glanced at his crotch; he was turgid. "Didn't you tell me not to do that again? As I recall, you almost wrecked the car when you came."

"Fine, I'll pull over."

"We can't be late," I complained. "You'll just have to wait."

"C'mon, Mare, I'll be quick."

I giggled, "You sure know how to sweet talk a gal, Mark."

"I love you," he smiled--his grin was so boyish and irresistible--then he reached out and stroked my bare thigh. "You're so beautiful and desirable. I'm powerless before your stunning beauty. You are a goddess, and I only wish to shower you with my affections."

So sweet; I gently rubbed my swollen vulva, teasing my lips again as a new desire was kindled by his words. "Mmhh, you mean, shower me with your warm, sticky affections! That sounds so hot." I slipped a finger into my pussy, fucking myself slowly this time.

He reached down with one hand and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock. "See how strong my devotion is! Look at how hard my desire to worship you is."

My eyes were drawn to his bulge. "Ohh, so big and hard," I moaned. I licked my lips; he was so horny, and it really wasn't fair to leave him hanging for two hours. I reached over and grasped his cock, stroking his throbbing shaft twice, then slid down and cupped his balls. "Yes, you are full of thick, creamy offerings."

And I wanted it.

I leaned over, and sucked his cock into my mouth, feeling like such a wanton slut. I loved it. I would be Mark's wanton slut forever. My tongue rubbed around his sensitive tip, bringing a moan from his lips. His hand stroked my auburn hair, and I savored the salty taste and the wet noises of my sucking mouth made.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped. "Here cums your offering, my Goddess!"

His cock twitched and then my mouth was awash in salty cum. I drank it down, savoring his gift. I loved his cum. Two more thick squirts filled my mouth, and I swallowed them as quick as I could. I sat up, licking my salty lips, and furiously frigged my clit, itching for my own orgasm.

"Ohh, that was so delicious," I moaned. "It was warm and salty! Fuck, fuck! Mmhh, your offering ran thick down my throat!"

I bucked on the seat, cumming on my slim fingers. The passion was intense, my nerves gasping in delight. A puddle formed on my seat, the wet leather sticking to my ass. I could smell my excitement, spicy and sweet.

"Having a woman's mouth on your cock is the only way to drive," Mark laughed, shoving his cock back into his jeans.

Smiling happily, delighting in the afterglow of a second cum, I said, "Well, I'm just glad that you didn't get us killed." Then I gave him a firm glance. "And don't expect me to do that again. It's not safe, Mark!"

He flashed me that boyish grin.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Mary had her mouth around my cock again. Despite her protests, this was the third blowjob she had given me on the drive up to Anacortes. It was easy to get them; I just stroked her thighs, gave her a few, truthful compliments, and then slipped my hand between her legs and fingered her pussy. Her face would flush and her nipples would harden, and then she was more than happy to suck my cock.

"Oh, Mare!" I groaned. "You're the best woman in the world!"

"Recalculating," the GPS said.

Shit! I was so into the blowjob, I didn't take the exit from I-5 onto Highway 536. Oh, well! I stroked her auburn hair, savoring the way she ran her tongue around my cock before bobbing down to engulf my entire shaft.

"That's it, Mare!" I groaned. "So good! My naughty filly knows how to suck cock!"

She drew back up and I erupted another load into her hungry lips. She drank it down as eagerly as the last two times. She was a cum-addict, and always seemed happy to make me orgasm to get more spunk. I was going to owe her big time, and I was looking to reciprocate.

She sat up and glared at me, licking up the last of the cum. "You missed the exit!"

"Sorry," I grinned, taking the next one, following the GPS directions to get turned around. "But you're just so amazing."

"This is why we shouldn't do this," Mary protested.

"You know you loved it."

A grin split her face, dimples appearing on her freckled cheeks. "Yeah, I did."

Thirty minutes later, we rolled into Anacortes, a beautiful city resting on the northern peninsula of Fidalgo Island with the gorgeous Puget Sound on one side and forested hills on the other. We drove through the picturesque scenery--a classic American fishing town turned tourist destination. We passed old buildings, lovingly maintained, and pristine parks full of happy people. The salty smell of the Sound wafted through the car as we drove by docks upon docks crowded with all shapes of boat. Small boats, yachts, fishing trawlers, and more.

When we finally reached the dock where the Sound Explorer 2--a hundred foot-long white boat with two decks--was moored, we had fifteen minutes to spare. Mary turned heads in her sexy sundress and thigh-high, black boots, as we boarded the ship. And it wasn't just the men who stared, it seemed that every woman who saw her eyed her lustfully. Mary enjoyed every minute of the attention.

I guess Mary's wish that all women find her sexually attractive was working.

As we made our way to the bow, women kept brushing against her and smiling at her. Finally, we reached the bow, Mary stood at the rails and I stood behind her, hugging her as she bounced excitedly as the ship slipped its mooring and pushed out from the dock.

Mary's ass wiggling against my cock had a predictable effect. Mary felt the hardness and whispered in a husky voice, "I'm not wearing panties. And with your powers..." she trailed off, as I quickly unzipped my pants and she felt my hard cock poking her pussy.

"Such a naughty filly," I moaned into her ear as I slid my cock up inside her wet pussy.

She gasped, "Yes, I am!" And then she squeezed her cunt about my cock as I gently fucked her.

The boat pulled out into the Puget Sound, steaming to the northwest towards the San Juan Islands. The ocean air wafted over us as I pumped in and out of my girlfriend's wonderful pussy. She sighed, pressing back, her pussy squeezing down.

"You have such a pretty dress," a buxom woman said, leaning up against the railing.

I could see desire dancing in the woman's arms, her hand casually reaching out to touch Mary's. My girlfriend smiled, her pussy tightening on my cock as the woman caressing her fingers. A shudder passed through Mary, her hand reaching out to touch the woman's dress, stroking up to her low-cut blouse.

"Thanks," Mary smiled. "And I love yours." She squeezed the woman's ample breast. "It really complements your figure."

"Umm," purred the woman, a smile growing on her lips. "I'm so glad I wore it then." She leaned in and Mary's hand slipped into her bodice, cupping her breast. "I didn't know it would be perfect for this cruise."

"What's going on, Jenny?" a man asked, staring with suspicion.

"Nothing, dear," sighed the woman. "I'm just chatting with...?"

"Mary." My girlfriend's hand pulled out Jenny's breast, exposing a pale, round tit topped by a dark-red nipple.

"I'm just chatting with Mary," Jenny moaned, Mary pinching her nipple.

The man walked up. "The fuck is going on!" he shouted, grabbing his wife.

"Calm down," I commanded him. "Your wife's just having some fun. Don't worry about it. Watch the sea until we dock."

The man blinked, his head whipping around to stare at the sea.

"Let's keep talking," Mary smiled, pulling Jenny closer, her hand sliding down to disappear beneath Jenny's skirt. The woman eyes widened as Mary's hand worked between her legs. "You like it when I touch you there?"

"Oh, yes," panted Jenny. "I've never had a woman touch me like that."

Mary's pussy squeezed on mine, her hips pushing back into my thrust. "Then you'll love it when I do this."

Jenny let out a squeal, her head tossing back, black curls brushing her shoulders. "Oh, yes! I love that!"

"Is everything all right?" a crewmen said, dressed in a white shirt and shorts. Then he saw Jenny's exposed tit. "Ma'am, you can't--"

"There is nothing wrong with someone having sex or being naked on the ship," I ordered, thrusting harder into Mary, pleasure shuddering through me. Others were watching, gasping in shock. I loved it. I was at the center of their attention.

"No, sir," the crewman nodded. "Carry on."

"I will," purred Mary. Then Jenny gasped, her body shaking. What did Mary do to her? "You like that, slut?"

"Uh-huh."

"Are you going to cum on my fingers like a dirty whore?"

"Yes!"

Mary's dirty talk excited me. She could be so filthy. I loved her so much. I slid my hands up her side, squeezing her breasts as I fucked her. She was so hot and silky. The perfect woman. I nuzzled her neck as she fingered the slut.

"That's it! Cum, slut!" hissed Mary. "Let me feel your pussy explode on my fingers.

Jenny shuddered. "I'm going to! Oh, yes! That's it! Oh, Mary! Thank you! Thank you!"

Her shouts echoed, drawing more attention. Mary shuddered in my arms, her pussy writhing about my cock as she came hard. I held her, savoring her pussy. I buried into her, reveling in her climaxing sheath.

"Mare!" I groaned and my balls boiled over. Pulse after pulse of cum shot out of me, rippling through my body. "My naughty filly!"

She shuddered, flashing a smile over her shoulder, than held up her fingers sticky with the woman's tart juices. I grinned, licking her fingers, savoring the treat.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

There was something so erotic about Mark's cock fucking into my pussy. Cum dripped out of me. He had already fired several blasts of cum into my pussy, our combined juices trickling down my thighs around his cock.

Another woman walked up. Every time I finished fingering one, another was walking up, eager to have a nice cum. She was Japanese, her eyes downcast as she stopped before me, not looking me in the eyes.

"Do you want me to finger you, slut?" I purred, Mark fucking me a little harder. My pussy burned, clenching about his girth.

She didn't answer.

I gripped her chin with my pussy-stained fingers, forcing her to look me in the eyes. "Do you want me to finger you, slut?"

"Hai," she nodded. "Yes, please." Her voice was thick with her accent, but so lovely.

I stroked her cheek, smearing pussy juices, then leaned over and licked them up. She shuddered. "Good," I whispered in her ear. "I'm going to make you cum so hard."

A Japanese man held a camcorder, filming us. He had a big grin on his face as I kissed his wife or girlfriend on the lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She moaned into me, kissing me back while I slid my hand down her body, reaching beneath her skirt. Her panties were gone and her pussy was covered by a thick, silky bush.

She stiffened and gasped into my lips as I shoved two fingers into her tasty cunt.

"Finger the slut, Mare," Mark groaned, fucking me harder.

I did, working those two fingers in and out of her tight pussy. She shuddered again, swaying as her pleasure roared through her. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, kissing me with such passion. I played with it, thrusting a third finger into her, stretching her out.

"That's so hot, Mare." His hand drifted down my stomach, pressing between my thighs. "I need to finger you."

I shuddered, hot passion knifing through me as he stroked my aching clitoris. My pussy convulsed about his cock, squeezing more cum and pussy juices out around his dick. I moaned into the Japanese slut's mouth, my orgasm burning hot through me.

I broke the kiss. "Oh, Mark! You wonderful stallion! Oh, fuck!"

The Japanese woman beamed at me. "He give you good cum?"

"The best," I moaned, then gave her a saucy grin, curling my fingers inside her. "It's your turn."

I searched for her G-spot along her silky walls. Her small breasts rose and fell, her slanted eyes widening. I found it. I massaged hard, attacking the bundle of nerves. A gasp escaped her lips, her body trembled.

"That's it," I cooed as she neared her orgasm. "Come for me, whore. Come on my finger you nasty, lesbian slut!"

Mark slammed his cock hard into my dripping cunt. A nasty, wet, squelching sound filled the air as he pounded me. I loved it. I massaged the slut's G-sport harder, pushing my hips back into my boyfriend's thrusts.

"I cum, I cum," the Japanese woman moaned in her thick, broken English, "You make me cum good!"

She shuddered and moaned, her eyes squeezing shut. I leaned over, kissing her hard, savoring her passion as Mark's cock erupted into me. He moaned my name, burying his cock into the very depths of my pussy.

"You wonderful woman," he sighed as I broke the kiss.

The Japanese woman stumbled away as I ripped out my fingers from her twat. Her husband pushed her against the railing, still filming, as he fucked her with his small dick. I held my fingers up and Mark licked the woman's juices off of them.

"Does she taste good?" I moaned, "Does my lesbian slut taste sweet?"

"So sweet!" Mark groaned, nuzzling my neck.

We were both breathless and sweaty as he held me. The cool, sea breeze felt like heaven on my hot skin. I looked out at the blue waves of the Puget Sound, smiling with delight. Today was amazing. I was so glad I stayed with Mark and made my Pact.

I gasped, pointing excitedly. "Look!"

Out in the waves, three orcas broke the surface. I forgot all about the depraves sex we had been enjoying as I watched these beautiful, majestic animals swimming through the water, held in Mark's arms. The whales were black with white bellies, and swam with speed and grace, knifing through the waves.

"You're right, Mare," Mark whispered. "They are romantic to watch. Especially when you're here with me."

I smiled, his arms tightening around me. Joy burst inside me, warm and hot, as wonderful as the orgasm he had just given me. "I love you so much."

Chapter Four

While the Living Gods were spreading Their message of love upon the waters of the Puget Sound, They took two lesbians as their sluts--Chantelle and Lana. Both were lovely to behold. But despite bathing in the Gods' love, treachery bred in their hearts and they caused great sadness to the Living Gods.

--The Gospel of April 7:20

Svitlana "Lana" Paquet-Holub

"Aren't they a wild pair?" I whispered to Chantelle, my new wife. She was a slim brunette with the face of an angel.

"She is beautiful," Chantelle answered in her sexy, French-Canadian lilt.

We were on our honeymoon and, instead of whale watching, I had been staring at the sexy redhead. I loved my wife, and I couldn't believe that I found a woman more beautiful and graceful than my Chantelle.

But there she was.

"We should go say hi," I purred, my pussy itching in my panties. I hugged my wife tighter. "What do you say?"

"So we can be fingered like all the other women?"

"Doesn't that sound fun?" I arched my eyebrows. "I know how much you like to have fun."

Chantelle and I had our share of threesomes. There was always a dancer at Déjà Vu that wanted to have some after-hours delights. And I always needed satisfaction after a night working as a stripper. Between exposing all to the horny guys, and watching my sexy coworkers--including my hot wife--strip and tease on stage, I was a horny mess that needed satisfaction.

That's how we met. I had fallen in love the first time I had seen her step out on stage. Chantelle moved with such grace.

My wife looked at me. "I guess we can have fun." Then a naughty smile crossed her lips. "All those other women really seemed to be enjoying themselves."

"That's my naughty wife." I leaned in, giving her a kiss, then took her hand and we walked across the ship to the redhead. I barely noticed the guy fucking her. He paled in comparison to the majesty of her.

* * *

Mark Glassner

"Aren't the orcas magnificent?" cooed a woman with a sultry, french accent.

A brunette woman, with short, boyish haircut, slid up to the railing beside us. She was a short, with the graceful, slim body of a dancer. She was dressed in black, skinny jeans that hugged her hips and ass and a maroon blouse with a deep, v-neck. A second woman, tall with dirty-blonde hair and blue highlights, stepped behind the French woman and hugged her. She was a curvy beauty in a lacy, white blouse and pleated, black skirts that showed off gorgeous, tanned legs. Both wore matching diamond wedding rings.

"I know," agreed Mary, her cunt gave a pleasant squeeze on my cock; Mary was getting excited by the two women--I knew I was. I drew my hard cock through Mary's cunt, and thrust back in. "So beautiful and exotic."

"I'm Lana," the blonde woman said with a slight Slavic accent. She had the round face and prominent cheekbones of an Eastern European. "And this is my wife, Chantelle."

"We're on our honeymoon," Chantelle purred, her eyes flashing with excitement.

"Congratulations! I'm Mary and this is my boyfriend, Mark."

Then Mary leaned in and kissed Chantelle on the lips. Lana giggled, licking her lips. Mary released Chantelle and then kissed Lana on the lips. Mary's pussy tightened on mine as she made out with the blonde.

"You are a divine kisser," panted Chantelle

"Thanks," Mary smiled, breaking the kiss.

Lana swayed, licking her lips. "Oh, yes. Just divine."

"I love your accent," I said to Chantelle, my eyes appreciating her gorgeous figure "What part of France are you from?"

"Saint-Jérôme in Quebec," she lauged, "but I live in Dupont, now."

"We live in Dupont," Lana said, pouting.

"Sorry." Chantelle kissed her wife.

"You're forgiven." Lana caressed her wife's face, then said, "Last year we bought this cute little house. It's very cozy."

Chantelle smiled wickedly. "Mmhh, very cozy," she cooed and wiggled her shapely ass against her wife's groin.

"So how'd you two meet?" Mary asked.

"We met dancing," Lana asked. "We both work at Déjà Vu in Lakewood. And one night, Chantelle was on stage and I was working the room, you know, looking for a guy who'd want to buy a lap dance. When we made eye contact, it was like, eh, electricity shot between us. As Chantelle danced on stage, it was like she was dancing only for me. When we got off work, I took her home and we made love for hours."

"You're strippers?" I blurted.

Chantelle gave me a frost stare. "Exotic dancers."

"Oh, sorry," I said, taken aback.

"I think that's so romantic how you met," Mary said, and slid her hand across the railing and caressed Chantelle's arm.

Chantelle eyed us up and down. "Are you fucking her, right now?" she asked with a naughty smile.

"Just enjoying the sweet embrace of my girlfriend," I answered slyly.

Chantelle laughed and was about to say something when Lana excitedly pointed. "Ohh, look at her jump!"

An orca had burst momentarily out of the dark-blue waters of the Sound. Lana hugged Chantelle excitedly, rocking her wife about in her embrace. Mary kept stroking Chantelle's arm, dragging a finger lightly up and down her silky skin. Chantelle smiled at her and eyed Mary lustfully with her hazel eyes.

"You two are wild," Chantelle confided. "Lana and I enjoyed watching you finger that Asian beauty."

"I would love to finger you, Chantelle," Mary said as she caressed the French-Canadian's arm.

"Hey!" Lana protested with mock-outrage. "That's my wife!"

There was an excited twinkle in Mary's eyes and I knew what she desired. I grabbed Lana's arm and pulled out of Mary's pussy. "Hey, Lana, lets me and you have some fun over here. Your wife is in some very capable hands. So relax and let me do what I want and I'll make sure you enjoy it."

Lana didn't struggle as I pulled her a few feet away. Mary and Chantelle kissed, their lips smacking, heat growing between them.