The Devil's Pact Pt. 25

"Yes, that's it, slut," she hissed. "Oh, yes. Lick my cunt. Make me cum. Mmm, I'm ready for it."

My eyes flicked to Sam's ass, shaking with her excitement. My dick throbbed. I had watched long enough.

I knelt behind Sam's ass, stroked her slim butt, and slid my hand between her legs to find her wet cunt. She moaned into Mary's snatch as I stroked Sam's dripping folds. I dug a finger into her depths, savoring her warm delights.

A new cunt to fuck.

Sam's pussy clenched and sucked at my finger, eager to be penetrated. I fingered her as I rub my dick against her ass, leaving a trial of precum behind. She gasped and moaned, bucking back into my fingers, eager for my cock.

"Fuck her cunt, Mark!" Mary hissed. "Fuck the little slut until she cums on your hard cock, Mark!"

"With pleasure, Mare," I grinned.

I ripped my finger out. I sucked her spicy, tangy juices as I lined my cock up at her cunt. My fingers spread open her dark pussy lips to reveal the beautiful, pink flesh hidden within her tight slit, begging to be filled.

I filled it.

Sam moaned like a bitch in heat as my cock buried into her cunt. She was so tight. Her cunt hadn't been fucked that much. The nerd probably spent all her time in college studying and not getting fucked like a good little coed. But it gave her a hot, tight, wet glove.

I thrust all the way into her, my balls smacking into her clit. Her pussy clenched about my dick. Sam moaned in delight, shuddering, bucking back into my thrusts. Her head moved, licking harder, faster, making such wicked noises as she devoured Mary's cunt.

Mary writhed on her back beneath Sam's tongue lashing. Her freckled tits jiggled and bounced. Mary's head tossed. A lock of her auburn hair spilled about her cheek. Her eyes fluttered as she bucked and moaned.

"Is she a good cunt muncher?" I asked Mary, my hips pumping, pleasure rushing through my body while my balls smacked over and over into Sam's clit.

"Oh, she's a natural," Mary purred. "You'd never know this was her first time going down on a girl. Mmm, her tongue is long, too. Oh, fuck, I've never had someone shove their tongue that deep inside me. I'm gonna cream her face."

"Good," I panted, stroking Sam's ass.

I fucked Sam harder, gripping her ass as I pounded on her cock, watching my beautiful filly grind her cunt into Sam's face. Mary's perky breasts heaved. Mary had a huge smile on her face as she writhed in pleasure.

The pleasure rippled out of my cock. I savored Sam's hot, tight cunt. The silky friction spurred me to pound her faster and faster. My balls ached. They wanted to spill my cum into her tight, wet cunt. I groaned through my teeth.

"Such a hot cunt," I panted, smacking Sam's ass.

Sam moaned into Mary's cunt. The slut's pussy contracted on my cock. Her body shook as she came on my dick. My hands squeezed her hips, savoring the pleasure and the thrill of making her cum. Nothing was sweeter.

I loved making slut's cum.

"Holy shit!" Sam gasped. "Is this an orgasm?"

"Yeah, slut," I gasped.

"Oh my God, thank you Master," she panted. "It's so wonderful. None of my...had ever...oh, wow. Oh, yes!"

I slapped her ass, a loud stinging slap that left an angry, red mark. "Your mouth is supposed to be on Mary's cunt!"

"Sorry, Master," she squeaked and buried her face back into Mary's cunt.

I thrilled at giving the slut her first real cum. She bucked and moaned. I smacked her ass again, reddening her dusky-olive cheek. Her pussy still spasmed, her orgasm rippling through her body while juices drenched my crotch and dripped to the ground.

My own orgasm built as I slammed into the slut. I fucked her harder and harder, wanting to fill her dirty cunt with my cum. I plunged into her tight, wet tunnel. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to my release.

"Shit," I groaned. I loved the wet sound of my dick slamming into a slut's dripping cunt. "Fucking slut. Such a great cunt. Damn!"

"Cum in her," groaned Mary.

My body tensed. I slammed into my newest slut. I groaned as my cum flooded into Sam's cunt. It wouldn't be the last. My fingers dig into her asscheeks and hips as the pleasure rushed through my body. I growled through the bliss.

Then I pulled out. My cum dripped out of her pussy. Sam shuddered, her hips shaking as she kept devouring Mary. With a smile on my lips, my body buzzing with bliss, I stretched out on the cold concrete next to Mary.

"She's got a hot little cunt," I panted as I snuggled against her.

Mary smiled and I kissed her on the lips. Mary moaned into my mouth as she writhed on Sam's lips. Her tongue flicked against my lips. My hand reached out, cupping her breast. She shuddered and sighed.

"Wants some help?" I asked after breaking our kiss, my hand playing with her nipple.

"Yes," she groaned. "I'm so close."

I kissed down her neck to her breasts. I captured a dusky nipples and sucked on the nub. Mary moaned and panted. Her body went rigid beneath me, my suckling the final trigger. Mary bucked and screamed as came on Sam's face. I watched the pleasure in my face, happy for her. I released her nipple.

Sam smiled, her face drenched with cum and cuddled up to Mary's other side as we all enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms on the cold floor of the library. I stared at the shelfs full of rare books and grinned.

We had the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. The nuns and Brandon and all our other enemies would fail to stop us.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

"Still nothing?" I asked as Mark lowered is cell phone.

He shook his head. "Doug is still not answering. It rings and rings. Then his voice mail. He hasn't called back. He should call back."

"The nun's must have gotten to him," I sighed. "We should have realized that. We sent him into their power."

"Yeah," Mark sighed.

Rachel gave us curious looks, the bride wearing a slinky dress. She sat on the other side of the limo, half turned so she could at once pay attention to Mark and me and still gaze at Leah as she drove us through New York City to dinner.

I worried my lip. We had the book, left with Sam at our hotel room with a pair of our bodyguards for protection. She had to translate the thick tome into English so we could learn the spells and make use of the information. But Brandon was hunting for his own copy.

Would the nuns work with him? Or what about the Altgrave?

"And what about finding the Altgrave?" I asked.

"I wish I spoke German," Mark muttered. "I haven't spoken to anyone that can help me. It's the weekend. No one's at his foundation and I can't find a private number. I did talk to someone at his company who's trying to hunt down a phone number."

I snuggled to Mark and sighed. "What are we going to do?"

He put down his phone. "Enjoy our vacation. We can deal with the nuns and Brandon. We have our bodyguards and Sam to translate the book. We'll find Brandon and stop nuns. Okay?"

He was so earnest. I smiled at him. "Okay."

* * *

Rachel Goldstein-Blum

"You and Leah sure seem close," Mary said to me after a delicious dinner at Keen's Steakhouse. Mark and Leah had slipped off to fuck in the bathroom, and I was missing Leah's beautiful, angelic face, her blonde hair, and her full lips that I had come to love to kiss.

I flushed. Ever since this morning, I had felt like I was falling in love with Leah. At every moment we could, Leah and I would kiss or hold hands. We were like a pair of teenagers. And if we could get away with it, we'd fuck.

I think Leah was falling in love with me.

I still loved my Jacob and almost felt guilty about the poor guy sitting in our honeymoon suite all alone while I was out having all this fun. But I was going to make it up to Jacob Sunday night. With Leah.

"She's becoming...special to me," I confided to Mary.

She was so beautiful and desirable. I just wanted to kiss her freckled face, to rub my cheek against her perky tits, and taste her delicious pussy. Mary was intoxicating to be around. Away from her, you didn't feel the same intense desire for her, but up close it was almost overwhelming.

"And what about your husband?"

"I still love him. I can't wait to see him."

"Is that what you want, Rachel?" Mary's green eyes twinkled.

It was. I may be a blonde slut for the weekend, fulfilling my deepest fantasies, but that would end when I returned to my husband. But I also wanted Leah. In my mind, the three of us were together, all loving each other, living happily ever after.

I know, it was some perverted, naive, schoolgirl's fantasy, but I wanted both of my loves. Reality would return tomorrow evening.

"Yes, Mary," I answered, not wanting to give up my fantasy yet.

Mary smiled.

I licked my lips. All day I had been wanting to ask a question as Mark and Mary played tourist. Mary was so nice and wonderful. I shouldn't be afraid. I should just ask. Right now. "And...um...I was wondering if Leah and I could go to a club tonight?"

Mary's smile broadened. "Sure. I'll find a hot piece of ass to keep Mark entertained while you two slip off and have some fun."

"Oh, thank you," I cooed, hugging her.

"You can thank me by slipping under the table and eating my horny cunt," Mary purred, her hand on my head pushing me beneath the table.

Mark and Mary were so confident that everyone did what they wanted, including me. We were in a crowded restaurant, but I didn't hesitate to slip beneath the table. In fact, I was happy to pleasure Mary. It was so satisfying.

It was cozy beneath the table. Almost private, the sounds of the restaurant mooted, the lights half-blocked by the table cloth. I trembled as I spread Mary's thighs. I kissed my way down her silky flesh until my lips found her shaved cunt wet and waiting for me.

She tasted sweet and spicy. Her hot flesh pressed on my lips as squirmed, enjoying my tongue's licking at her slit. Her juices coated my tongue. I savored every mouthful as I nuzzled at her, teasing her, pleasing her while Leah pleased Mark in the bathroom.

"Your dessert, madam," the waiter said. Mary had ordered their dark chocolate mousse. A plate clattered. I didn't stop licking. My lips brushed her clit. I sucked on it.

"Mmm," Mary purred, she must have just eaten a bite, her hips squirming.

"How do you enjoy it, madam?"

"It's positively orgasmic," Mary moaned as I nibbled on her clit.

"Well, enjoy your dessert, madam," the waiter said politely and left.

I almost laughed. No dessert could taste half as good as a woman's cunt, and I enjoyed the sweet dessert of Mary's pussy. I lapped at all her juices and enjoyed her moans and pants as she came on my sucking mouth.

Chapter Four

Much is known about some of the Tyrants' inner circle, and almost nothing is known about others. Jacob Goldstein is one of the latter. His background as an accountant may explain his position as Secretary of the Treasury, but how he garnered the position has never been clear. Our only sources are the dubious propaganda of the Tyrants.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy , by Tina Allard

Mary Sullivan

"Fuck," Mark groaned as the twin, eighteen-year-old sisters cuddled on other side of him in the back of the limo. Both had heart-shaped faces and golden-blonde hair falling in curls about them. They laughed and giggled under Mark's control. Their auras were black. I hardly paid attention to the faint outline around everyone I could see now thanks to the mowdah spell.

A nun would be gold. Mark's was red. Our slaves were black.

Rachel, cuddled up to me in the party dress I bought for her earlier, beamed, squirming with excitement to go out on her date with Leah. I gave her a kiss on the lips, savoring the lingering traces of my pussy juices staining her lips.

Leah pulled the limo up to the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel where we stayed. Mark grinned. "We're going to fuck you both," he panted. "I'm going to coat your faces in cum and watch you lick it off your sister's face."

"Oh, you're so wicked," one of the girls moaned. It was Mandy or Tandy. I wasn't sure which.

"Thank you," Rachel whispered as Mark and the twins climbed out of the limo.

"Just be back before morning," I warned then climbed out of the limo.

"I will," Rachel called.

"Enjoy the twins, ma'am," Leah nodded to me, her eyes excited.

"Enjoy the bride," I winked at her. "Show her a wild time."

"Maybe I'll take her to a gangbang."

I laughed and smacked Leah on the ass, then hurried to join Mark and the twins, my pussy itching to watch the two sluts dive into the sensual world of incest. My heels clicked as I watched the twins identical asses sway on either side of my man.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Tandy's and Mandy's identical faces pressed together as their tongues bathed the crown of my cock. I groaned, savoring the sweet delight. The pleasure rushed down my cock. I moaned every time their tongues brushed, their lips touching.

Incest was such a beautiful sight.

"That's it, sluts," Mary purred. "Please him. Enjoy him together. You're twins. You should do everything together."

"Yes," Mandy or Tandy moaned. I couldn't tell them apart.

Mary knelt behind them. She wore a strap-on dildo, pink and thick, covered in bumps. She grasped the right twin's succulent hips and thrust into her cunt. The twin moaned, her eyes fluttering as Mary slammed into the girl's depths.

"Oh, Mandy, she's fucking me," the right twin moaned.

"Lucky," moaned Mandy between licks.

"Don't stop licking and sucking," I groaned, stroking their hair."

"Yes," Mary gasped, smacking Tandy's ass.

The blonde twin shuddered, moaning in pleasure as Mary fucked her. Tandy's lips kissed and nuzzled at the side of my cock, right where the crown met the shaft. I groaned, my hands tightening in their hair.

"No," Tandy gasped when Mary yanked her dildo out of the right twin's cunt, shifted over, and slammed into Mandy.

"Yes," she gasped. "Oh, wow, that's so different. The bumps. Oh, Tandy, we need to buy dildos. We are missing out."

"You are," groaned Mary. "And you need to use them on each other."

"Fuck, yes," I panted, picturing the twins exploring their bodies and using their dildos on each other's nubile flesh.

Tandy's and Mandy's tongue caressed and worship my dick. The nibbled and sucked, moaning in delight. Mary switched back and forth, fucking a twin for a few strokes, then slamming into the other's, driving both girl's wild with delight.

Mary's eyes twinkled as she worked her dildo in and out of both slut's cunts. The pleasure was so obvious as it crossed her face. She enjoyed herself, fucking them hard, working her dildo in and out of their snatches.

"Fuck, they're sluts," I groaned.

"It's so hot," Mary panted. "Their pussies look them same. Both their juices are on the dildo." A huge grin crossed her faced. "They're mixing, Mark."

"Fuck." My balls boiled. "That's so hot. Fuck them hard, Mare. Pound their naughty cunts."

"Yes, fuck us," moaned Mandy while her twin sucked on the tip of my cock. Mandy bucked her hips back into Mary's thrusts. "Yes, yes, yes. So good. I'm so close to...no!"

Mary ripped her dildo out of Mandy's pussy, the shaft covered in milky juices. Then she slammed into Tandy's cunt. The twin moaned about my dick. Her lips popped off, her blue eyes rolling back into her head. Mandy sucked on my cock as Tandy gasped and shuddered, growing closer and closer to erupting.

Tandy's face contorted. Her eyes squeezed shut. Then she let out a low moan, her body shuddering. She came hard on Mary's dildo. Mary grinned, smacking the girl's ass as she trembled. Mandy popped her mouth off my dick, staring at her twin.

"You came, Tandy!"

"Yes," she moaned.

The twins kissed as Mary ripped her dildo from Tandy's cunt and slammed it into Mandy's. My dick bobbed before the hot sight of their incestuous kiss. I ached to be touched, but I didn't want to ruin the sight of their mirrored faces kissing.

"Shit," I panted.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mary groaned, her tits heaving.

I stroked my dick, my eyes flicking from Mary's bouncing breasts to the twins kissing. Their lips writhed. They both moaned into the kiss. Mandy's face contorted. Her eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm swept through her.

My balls erupted. I grunted as my orgasm crushed through me. My cum spurted onto the twin's face, painting lines of white across their cheeks and the bridge of their nose. One blast splattered on their writhing lips. They moaned, tasting the salt of my cum.

"Damn," I groaned as Mandy broke the kiss with Tandy and licked up a line of cum from her twin's cheek.

"Fuck," Mary groaned, her eyes squeezing shut. She shuddered, her breasts bouncing, as her own orgasm burst through her. "Fuck, that is so damned hot."

"Yes," I groaned, watching the twins lick their cum from each other's faces.

* * *

Rachel Goldstein-Blum

I trembled as the cab pulled up to a curb in the Bronx. I stared at the window, my body pressed against Leah, excited for our night out dancing. According to Leah, we were before a club called The Ware. "It used to be called the Warehouse," Leah explained, "but that got shortened. It's the hot place, right now."

I stared at the dilapidated warehouse, made of crumbling brick. If it wasn't for the long line of people, mostly men, that ran down the side of the building and went around the corner into an alley, I would have taken it for ruins. It did not look like a club.

Which I guess was the point.

I frowned as we climbed out of the cab. Leah paid the driver and joined me. The line was so long. "I didn't think we'd have to wait?"

"You only have to wait if you're ugly," Leah smiled. "And we're a pair of hot blondes."

I smiled at her as she hooked her arm in mine. Together, we walked up to the bouncer, a big Black guy, and smiled. He eyed us up, nodded his head, and lifted the rope to the dismay of the guys and a few gals in line.

Those girls weren't hot enough.

The door opened on a short tunnel, the pulse of dubstep growing louder and louder. We crashed through a second pair of doors and were assaulted by the music. The entire factory floor was packed with people. Blacklights flooded the club. Everything glowed bright blue or green or red. People danced while wearing glowstick bracelets. It gave them an ethereal beauty in the dark club.

I stared in awe, transfixed until Leah pulled me out onto the dance floor.

"You don't want to just watch," she said. I barely heard her over the music's thud.

I let the music flow through me, moving my body to the rhythm, pressing against Leah. She turned around, her ass rubbing into my groin as we danced. My pussy itched. I ground back, my clit pressing against my skirt, my shaved lips growing juicy.

I felt so alive. Nothing mattered except the beat of the music and the dance. Someone came up behind me and rubbed up against my ass. Something hard poked me. A man's cock. A naughty thrill rushed through me as I savored his bulge pressing into the crack of my ass, only our clothing separating us.

A happy pride surged through me, the man was hard for my body.

I ground my ass back into him, leaning my back against his broad chest, feeling his scratchy whiskers on my delicate neck. This was so much fun. Leah was right, blondes have all the fun. I couldn't imagine a guy rubbing up against the drab brunette I used to be. Nor would that drab brunette turn around and grind her pussy on a strange guy's leg, enjoying her clit rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans.

That drab brunette would have worn her panties, too.

His lips were rough as he kissed me, his stubble rasping on my chin. He smelled of sweat and leather--manly smells that made my cunt wetter. His hands were bold, exploring all the charms my body had to offer. That drab brunette wouldn't let a strange man feel her breast through her dress. She wouldn't let the man slip his hand down her bodice, find her hard nipple, and play with it in the middle of a club's dance floor. That drab brunette definitely wouldn't unzip the man's fly, draw out his cock, and let that strange man slide his dick into her married cunt. And the drab brunette wouldn't fuck the man, writhing her hips and enjoying the gaze of a group of men and women that gathered to watch her uninhibited behavior.