The Devil's Pact - S01 E235

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E235

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 235

"Yes, yes!" moaned Mary. "Oh Mark, that's it! Umm, yes, you're driving me crazy! Oh, fuck!" Her cunt was contracting on my cock and I finally relaxed my balls and groaned as I spilled into her, three large blasts of cum to fill her cunt

I wanted to cuddle with Mary but the water was splashing on my back was cold and I regretfully pulled out Mary's cunt and reached behind me to turn off the shower faucet before started chattering. Naked, we went down to breakfast to see what delicious meal Desiree had whipped up for us. They were delicious, spicy omelets that we all devoured with gusto.

Beneath the table, Desiree was eating the creampie I made in Mary's cunt while teenage Violet was sucking my cock, bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling about my cock. Her hands reached down to cup my balls and quickly milked some cream to go with her breakfast. And she was nice enough to share It with nerdy April, the teenage girls were swapping the cum back and forth and it wasn't long before they were sixty-nining on the floor.

Mary slipped upstairs to start getting ready for the funeral. "I have to put on my face," she said with a smile. "And Mark, don't play with the sluts too long, you have to get ready, too"

She knew me too well as my cock hardened watching the two teenage sluts rolling on the floor as they eagerly sucked each other's cunts. My cock was hard and I looked around the room. Allison was sitting on Desiree's lap, the pair sharing a deep kiss. Allison's engagement ring glinted on her hand as she made out with her fiancee.

Lillian was giving me sultry looks from across the table. All it took was my smile, and the slut knew just what to do. She got up and walked around the table and bent over, exposing her shaved cunt. I could smell the tart flavor of her arousal. I ran a finger through her swollen vulva and gathered her juices, licking her delicious flavor off my finger.

"Where should I fuck you, Lillian?" I asked, running my finger though her slit. "In your cunt?" I shoved my finger into her pussy, bringing a soft moan from her lips. "Or your ass?" pulled my sticky finger out and shoved it up her ass.

"Oh, Master, I don't care!" she moaned. I only care that my slutty body makes you happy."

"Good girl," I answered, standing up and giving her ass a pat.

My cock was hard and I rubbed it against her puckered asshole and shoved it in. Lillian gasped in pain and smiled back at me. "Oh, fuck my slutty ass as hard as you want, Master!" she gasped. I drew back and shoved it in again. "Ohh, thank you, Master!"

I fucked her hard and fast, enjoying her tight ass. My balls were slapping against her taint. I pounded her harder and harder. She moaning in pain and pleasure, slamming her ass back into me as she pleaded with me to fuck her harder.

"Yes, Master" she was gasping. "My slutty ass needs your cum! Please, Master, oh please fill me up with your lovely cum!"

"You're going to get your wish, whore!" I moaned, drilling her ass harder and harder. I exploded inside her, creaming her slutty ass.

I pulled out of her and turned to see doll-faced Korina, her arm in a sling, and her big, blue eyes shining in lust. Wordlessly she knelt down behind Lillian and spread her asscheeks. Her tongue came out, licking at Lillian's ass, gathering my cum that was leaking out. Korina sealed her mouth around Lillian's anus and started sucking, desperate to get every drop of her Master's cum like a good slut.

My cock was hard and dirty and I looked around the room, wondering who to fuck next. Desiree was sitting in a dining chair, her legs spread obscenely wide as Allison licked nosily at her cunt.

Allison's slim ass and tight slit was pointed right at me. Strawberry-blond Fiona and busty, petite Xiu were making out. April and Violet were scissoring, now, humping their cunts together as they played with their budding breasts.

I knelt behind Allison and shoved my cock into her sopping cunt. She didn't even stop licking Desiree's snatch out, just started wiggling her hips and moaning her pleasure. Her cunt was tight and hot, and I washed my dirty cock clean of Lillian's ass inside Allison's sweet twat. Desiree was gripping Allison's bubble-gum pink dyed hair, rubbing the teenage sluts face into her cunt.

"Fuck her dirty cunt, mi Rey!" Desiree moaned in encouragement.

"The little slut needs a dick up her snatch all the time! Ohh, mi Sirenita going to make me cum!"

I was pounding Allison's cunt hard and watched as Desiree shook in the chair as her orgasm rolled through her, flooding her little fiancee's mouth with her cum. Allison's cunt was spasming on my cock, cumming with Desiree. I just kept right on fucking her, enjoying the pleasure of her cumming pussy gave my cock. And Allison kept right on licking Desiree, her pink tongue rooting around the Latina's cunt, eager to taste every part of her.

"Oh you delicious whore," Desiree moaned. "Oh, how I love mi Sirenita!"

I could feel my orgasm coming as Desiree bucked on Allison's hungry lips a second time, her large breasts heaving as her body shook and she screamed wordlessly. My balls tightened and I slammed harder and harder into the teen's cunt. "Fucking slut!" | moaned. "Fuck you have a tight, slutty cunt!" I shuddered as my cum poured into Allison's hungry cunt.

Allison lifted her face from Desiree's cunt and glanced back at me, her face shiny with Desiree's passion. "Oh, thank you for cumming in my pussy!" she moaned happily.

I left Allison getting her cunt licked clean by Desiree and head upstairs. I found Mary standing before the bathroom sink applying her makeup. She was wearing a black, lacy bra that cupped her perky breasts, a black garter belt that held up a pair of black, thigh high stockings. Over the garter belt she wore a flimsy pair of black panties. Her panties could come off, but the stockings would stay on. Mary knew liked a girl in stockings.

"I laid out your clothes, Mark," she said, not looking at me as she carefully applied her mascara.

Mary was beautiful without makeup on, but she became just gorgeous with it. "You're so beautiful, Mare." She smiled, her lips shiny red.

I pulled on the clothes she left out. Dark slacks, a white, buttoned- down shirt and a nice, dark gray jacket. The black tie was a clip on. Mary dressed in the most conservative dress I've ever seen her in, the skirt fell almost to her knees and the bodice only exposed half of her cleavage. She placed the heart-shaped locket I bought her around her neck, and a pair of diamond earrings.

Antsy was waiting downstairs in a simple, black dress, her black hair done up in a simple braid. "Hey, bro," she said, a little sad.

"I... Christ, I still can't believe Dad's dead."

"I know," i told her and hugged my little sister as she gave a ragged sob into my chest.

We drove to Dwyer Funeral Home in Parkland, across the street from the Market Place grocery store. My mom wasn't coming. But she saw watched us leave in my Mustang, her face red with tears. She loved dad once, before he became abusive. I think she may have loved him when she pulled the trigger on the shotgun and killed him. Mom just hated Dad more than she loved him by then.

The funeral was held in small room, a few rows of pews before the plinth and the simple urn, that contained Dad's ashes, sat on. A huge photo of my dad, from when he was young and still fit, not the fat alcoholic he became, sat on a easel. Only a few people showed up, my uncle Aaron, dad's older brother, his wife Dee, and Dad's poker bodies. The minister stepped up in his black shirt and starched white collar and read from scripture. I didn't hear a word he said. I was lost in memories of dad before he hurt his back, when he was a real father and not the drunken asshole he became.

"Would anyone like to say a few words about David Glassner?" the minister asked.

I don't know why stood up and walked to the podium. I hadn't planned on saying anything. "Dad, you were an abusive, drunk," I heard myself say as I stared at the urn. "An asshole to Mom, to me, and to Antsy. But, you weren't always like that. I remember the time I helped you replace the front door knob." I smiled, remembering my dad's hand rubbing my head. "You told me I was good boy for helping you out. So, Dad, I forgive you. Wherever you are."

I was close to crying as I walked from the podium and out the door. I leaned against the wall and Mary appeared and hugged me, cradling me to her breast as I cried. When I regained my composure, I saw my Uncle Aaron keeping a discreet distance, his stout wife at his side. He held Dad's urn in one hand.

"Hey, Mark," he said. "Tell your mom that understand why she did

Uncle Aaron shook my hand and Aunt Dee kissed me on both cheeks. "We have a flight to catch," she said with an apology and then they walked out of the funeral home.