The Devil's Pact Pt. 01

I smiled, staring at each of them. They were all lovely and willing to do whatever I wanted. I had sold my soul to the Devil for this, and it was totally worth it.

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Sister Theodora Mariam -- Phoenix, AZ

I shot up, drenched in sweat, screaming in horror.

The nightmare was always the same, but I had to remind myself anyways. "Kurt is locked up in prison, he can never hurt me again."

I could still feel his malevolent gaze. In my nightmares he was simply a figure of shadows with a mohawk, red eyes, and a silver piercing glinting on his lips. I touched my nose and lips, then my nipples, and finally my clitoris, reassuring myself that the piercings Kurt had forced on me were still healed.

They still were.

"Fuck," I muttered, looking around.

I had been sleeping on a couch, a thin, blue afghan covering my naked body. My dress lay in a crumpled heap on the living room floor next to my luggage. A note rested on the suitcase. "Theodora," it read, written in a sloppy, almost unreadable handwriting. "I'm off to work. Can't stay in the house. Help yourself to breakfast."

I followed Newt's words and help myself to breakfast, finishing off a pot of coffee he had left and finding some bagels and cream cheese in the well stocked kitchen. It was a warm, homely place. Mable must have really cared about this house. She cross stitched, and her works hung on the walls with notes about how much she loved her husband or memorializing their anniversaries.

"I'll return you to your husband," I promised her, touching a cross stitched depiction of Newt and Mabel's wedding, the bride and groom holding hands before the altar.

I meant to take a quick shower, but they had a shower massager, and I couldn't resist. The warm spray felt heavenly as I rubbed the shower head against my pussy. I leaned against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut, and imagined my husband knelling on the bathroom floor, his red hair tied back in his ridiculous ponytail, his goatee scratching at my vulva, adding another delightful sensation to my pussy as he ate me.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned, rubbing harder and harder, my free hand pinching my nipple. "Eat me! Oh, yes!"

The water sprayed into me, the droplets pounding against my labia, vulva and clitoris, sending pleasure tingling through me. My breath quickened, my body tensed, my climax neared. I imagined my husband shoving a finger inside me, pumping it in and out as his lips nipped and sucked my hard clitoris. He always loved to eat my pussy in the shower. When we were first married, it seemed not a day wouldn't pass without us fooling around in the shower.

"Eat me!" I groaned. "Oh, yes! I love you!" My orgasm shuddered through me, my back sliding against the wet, shower wall. "I love you!" Another shudder passed through me, and I was no longer cumming, but crying. The shower head dropped from my hands, and I slid to the wet floor. "I love you..."

An hour later I had regained my composure and dressed in a floral, low-cut sundress with a short skirt, and parked myself in Newt and Mabel's living room, drawing his shades almost fully closed, leaving only a gap that I could see through, and watched Tex's house.

I didn't have to wait long. A naked, Hispanic woman in her twenties walked out, her heavy, nut-brown breasts swaying as she carried a black garbage bag to the can at the curb. She was short and very curvy, and my eyes appreciated the way her ass swayed as she walked back into the house.

Her aura was also black. She was a Thrall, enslaved to a Warlock. To Tex.

"I'll free you, too," I promised, and watched and waited for my chance.

Chapter Four

I trembled as I stood on the hallowed ground where the Living Gods first lay eyes upon each other. I worshiped fervently with my twin sister, giving sweet praise to their Majesty.

--Excerpt from the Journal of High Priestess Daisy Cunningham

Mark Glassner -- Spaneway, WA

My dreams had come true! The lovely Cynthia, Vivian, and Mary stood naked before me, ready to please. I pulled my shirt off and quickly dropped my pants and underwear. Cynthia licked her lips hungrily as she stared at my cock, a vixen in heat. I stared at each of them. Cynthia the most confident and Mary the most reserved. All three were gorgeous. All three were going to be mine.

"Umm, you girls are hot," I told them.

Mary giggled and somehow Cynthia's grin grew even more wicked.

"Turn around for me. Let me see those asses." Three beautiful asses faced me. Vivian's tanned and toned, Cynthia's slim and tattooed, and Mary's pleasantly plump and round.

Cynthia slapped her ass right on her tattoo, "Isn't that a lovely sight, tiger?"

"It is," I chuckled. "Bend over, ladies."

They did, eager to please; it was an amazing sight: Cynthia's shaved lips glistened with her juices and a gold ring pierced the middle of her labia; Vivian's brunette pubes were matted with juices, while her lips were parted, exposing her juicy depths; and Mary's auburn pussy hair was thinner around her pussy, her lips tight, and her clitoris just peaking out pink and hard. All three were so beautiful. They weren't the perfect, airbrushed sluts you saw in pornos--they were real, naked girls, and that made them far more attractive.

"Am I making you happy?" Vivian husked in her smokey voice, flashing a sultry gaze over her shoulder at me, wiggling that tight ass.

"Are we?" Mary asked; a catch of fear in her voice. "Are we making you happy, Mark?"

I reached out and rubbed Mary's ass, giving the plump flesh a nice squeeze. "All three of you are making me so happy." Relief spread on Mary's face, her beautiful smile deepening. She was definitely my favorite, and my heart beat faster as I finally was able to touch her flesh. She was special. "So happy."

Not wanting to leave the other girls out I caressed Vivian's ass, fingers dipping towards her pussy. Then I moved over to Cynthia's smooth rear, tracing the tiger tattoo across her asscheek. "You're a dirty girl, aren't you, Cynthia?" I asked, grabbing her pussy ring and pulling gently at it.

She gasped, "So dirty! I'm a naughty, filthy girl."

"I bet you've fucked another woman before?"

She licked her lips. "I love to eat pussy almost as much as I love to suck cock!"

I looked over at the three women. I had made my choice. Mary was the one I was keeping, not that there ever was any doubt--she was the loveliest and the sweetest. I wanted her for last. I grabbed Vivian's arm and, as I led her to a nearby chair, I asked Cynthia, "I bet you've always wanted to eat Mary's tight pussy?"

Cynthia eyed Mary, who gave a nervous laugh, and shrank away from her co-worker's hungry gaze. "I've frigged my clit in the walk-in thinking about her sweet face between my thighs."

I sat down on a chair, pushing Vivian down on her knees before me. Cynthia walked with a predator's hunger towards Mary, who took an involuntary step back, glancing over at me. "This will make you happy, Mark?" she asked, her voice tight with nerves.

"I want to watch that slut make you cum, Mary!" I groaned as Vivian's hands slowly stroked my cock with a firm, pleasing grip.

I looked down to see Vivian's tanned face staring up at me, lips moist, eyes shining with lust. Her tongue flicked out, grazing the head of my cock, pleasure twitching through my shaft. She left wet trails as she licked up my dick, ending briefly at my head, giving it a quick, teasing suck, before starting at the bottom all over again. While her mouth drove, me wild her fingers gently cupped my balls, rolling them between her digits.

I watched Mary shake as Cynthia stood before her. She was clearly scared at the idea of fucking a woman, but she wanted so desperately to please me and make me happy. Cynthia reached out, tracing a black-painted fingernail across Mary's right breast, drawing a line down to her nipple, rubbing and pinching it between her fingers. Mary gasped and jumped at the sensation, nervously licking her lips.

"See, it's not so bad, baby," Cynthia cooed. Her other hand grasped Mary by the hip and pulled her close, groins and nipples pressing together. "I've wanted to fuck you so bad!" Cynthia hissed between kisses on Mary's neck, working her way up to her ear. "Ever since I walked in on you changing. Redhead's make me so wet. I had to jill off in the walk-in after I saw you half-naked. I just stuck my hands down my pants and pinched my clit. Umm, I came so hard thinking about your tongue up my twat!"

Vivian's wet mouth fully engulfed my cock, sucking hard, and electricity raced through my body. It was so amazing--masturbation paled in comparison with a hot chick sucking your cock. Her lips moved up and down, tongue swirling about the tip.

I watched Mary get a crash course in lesbian love as Vivian worked my cock. It was like watching porn, only better--I was going to fuck Cynthia and Mary when they finished.

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Mary Sullivan

Cynthia ground against me, kissing her way along my cheekbone to my lips. I couldn't believe a woman was kissing me. I had never really thought about it before, but this would make Mark happy, and I wanted to please him so bad. Ever since he came in yesterday, he was all I could think about. And now he was here, making me his.

I was so happy.

I gasped as Cynthia aggressively kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth, her hands squeezing my rear, pulling me against her. I could see Mark over her shoulder, smiling, lust burning in his blue eyes as Vivian worshiped his cock with her mouth. I wanted to do that. I was great at sucking a cock; Mike had made sure I had a lot of practice.

The kiss was amazing; Cynthia's mouth so gentle yet insistent, and she tasted so sweet. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight as we kissed. Our passion grew, and a throaty moan issued from her lips. It was loud, and then I realized I was moaning too. Her body was so warm and silky smooth against mine, burning my skin, and I couldn't resist any longer; my hips writhed against hers with passion.

Cynthia pushed me back suddenly. "I have to taste you," she purred, a hungry grin on her lush lips. She kept pushing me back until I felt the edge of a table, and I sat down, the table creaking. My breath came in ragged breaths and my entire body was on fire, heat flushing across my stomach and breasts. Mark's eyes were glued to mine and I stared at him, lost in those deep-blue depths as Cynthia kissed and bit at my neck.

"Such lovely tits," my coworker moaned, moving down to my breasts. She groped me, squeezing and caressing, her fingers toying with my hard nipples, while her lips kissed lower and lower.

"Oh, yes," I gasped as she licked my left nipple.

Then she sucked my hard nub into her mouth. Pleasure shot through me, my pussy flooding with juices. Her lips were soft and gentle, not like my boyfriend, and she played with my turgid nipple, using her tongue to prod and bat it. Her hand touched my stomach, and I shivered as she slid lower and lower, disappearing between my thighs, touching my pussy.

I came!

"Oh, wow! That's...oh, yes!" I moaned. "I'm cumming! Oh, fuck!"

"So beautiful," Mark moaned. Vivian had her mouth wrapped around his cock, bobbing up and down, her brown hair flying about.

Cynthia's fingers came away glistening with my juices. She smeared them on my right nipple before sucking it with gusto. So wonderful! Then her hand shoved back between my thighs, she hooked her finger, and I jumped as she penetrated me.

"Finger me!" I moaned, my voice shrill with passion. Every time she pumped her finger into my hot twat, I moaned and gasped.

Cynthia pulled her sticky finger out of my pussy and held it up before my lips. "You taste so good!" she moaned. "Taste yourself, Mary."

Hesitantly, I flicked my tongue out and gathered my dewy fluids off Cynthia's finger. "I do," I whispered in amazement, savoring my sweet, spicy musk. I grinned, and sucked Cynthia's finger into my mouth, savoring my first taste of pussy.

Mark grinned at me. "You love it?"

"I do," I answered, beaming at him. I knew there was something special about this man the moment I had laid eyes on him. Cynthia knelt before me, spread my legs, and buried her face into my pussy. Her tongue felt amazing! "Thank you, Mark!" I shouted as pleasure washed through me.

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Mark Glassner

Vivian sucked harder on my cock, bobbing her head up and down. Her mouth was wet and warm and so wonderful. I stroked her silky hair and moaned. I was surprised I hadn't cum yet. Between her sucking mouth and watching the beautiful Mary and Cynthia fool around, my balls were in overdrive. I loved girl-on-girl porn, and watching it live was far more satisfying.

Cynthia knelt on the floor before Mary, spreading her white legs apart and exposing her curly red pubes, matted with juices. Mary's eyes shot open and her back arched as Cynthia noisily began to eat out her cunt. Cynthia's tongue was licking, tasting her pussy, caressing the lips and clit. Then her fingers began fucking Mary.

"It's so good!" Mary screamed at the top of her lungs. "Oh, my God! It's so good! Eat me! Oh, God! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fucking God, yes!"

Mary's toes curled and her body went rigid, her hands grasping Cynthia's head as she came with a loud yell. She was so beautiful, a freckled-face angel; my cock exploded, flooding Vivian's mouth with several squirts of my cum. I breathed heavily and looked down at the brunette slut who smiled up at me, cum glistening on her lips, and in her open mouth a pool of white swam on her tongue.

She swallowed my spunk. "Was it good, Mark?" she asked. "Did I make you happy?"

I nodded, too overwhelmed by my first blowjob to speak. She smiled and started to clean the remaining cum off my cock.

Mary had cum once, but Cynthia showed no signs of stopping. She had both arms wrapped around Mary's thighs, her mouth shoved hard against her pussy, tongue-fucking the redhead. Mary was hissing a constant stream of, "Oh, my God! Eat me! Oh, God!"

My cock began to harden again as I watched Mary cum over and over, her perky breasts heaving, before she collapsed in exhaustion back on the table. Cynthia let her go and stood up; her face smeared with pussy juices, and her thighs stained with the fluids leaking from her own cunt.

"You made me happy, Mary. Did you like getting your cunt eaten?" I asked.

Breathless, she nodded. "I didn't know a woman could make me cum so hard."

"Didn't you know?" I asked. "You've always loved women. You love their firm breasts, hard nipples, round asses, and juicy cunts. The only thing you love more than fucking a woman is fucking me."

Mary eyed Cynthia's body, realization dawning on her. "You are so beautiful, Cynthia. How have I never seen how hot you are before?"

"Blind?" Cynthia giggled.

"Why don't you return the favor, Mary," I told her. "Eat her pussy. Make her cum. Look how wet she is."

"I'm so wet for you, baby," Cynthia purred, fingers playing with her clit and rubbing her shaved pussy. "Come taste my honey."

My cock was hard and ready to go again--clearly my second wish for sexual stamina worked--and I looked down at Vivian still gently licking at my cock. "Sit on my dick, Vivian, and fuck me!"

"Oh, hun, I thought you'd never ask," Vivian moaned in that sexy, smoky voice of hers.

She rose up, ponderous breasts and hard nipples jiggling before my face as she straddled my hips. My hand grabbed one, feeling the firm orb, while I buried my face in those titties. They were smooth as silk save for her hard nipples that rubbed wonderfully against my cheeks. Her hand was on my cock, steering it towards the warmth of her cunt. I groaned as the wet lips of her pussy engulfed the head of my cock and slowly lowered down my shaft.

"Jesus!" I moaned. I was in a woman. It felt fucking amazing! A warm, tight wetness encased me; the walls of her pussy soft and velvety. It was too much for me. I bit her nipple as I came inside her.

"Fuck, yeah!" Vivian yelled, "Fill my hot cunt with your spunk. It's so warm." Her hips rose and fell, rotating about my still hard cock, plunging me over and over into her sopping sheath. I grasped her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks and threw my head back in pleasure. I didn't even get soft after cumming; her warm cunt--and my wish--kept me rigid as a steel I-beam.

Vivian hugged me tightly now, fucking me hard as her tits rubbed against my chest. Her hot lips brushed my ear and she hissed, "Oh, Mark! Your cock feels so fucking great in my twat! Oh, fuck! Oh, goddamn fuck! I'm so happy that I get to fuck you! So goddamn happy!"

I looked to my left and saw Cynthia sitting on a table's edge, her legs spread wide, while her fingers played with her hard nipples. Mary knelt before Cynthia, her face inches from Cynthia's wet cunt. I had a great view of Mary's plump ass faced me, and I could just see a hint of red, furred pussy peaking shyly between slim, pale thighs. Soon I'd plunder her treasure, but only after I was done with the other two.

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Mary Sullivan

"Start by licking up my slit," my coworker instructed me. "Give my clit a little flick and start over at the bottom."

My head moved in, and my tongue licked out, tasting her wonderful pussy. She felt so soft and wet and silky. No wonder lesbians existed! Eating pussy was wonderful.

Cynthia groaned, "How do I taste, baby?"

I giggled, "Sweet and tarty," before I dived back in, wanting to taste more and more of her delicious cunt.

"Uhh," Cynthia moaned, "That's because I'm such a dirty tart. Dig into my pussy with your tongue now. Dig in deep. Oh, yeah! Just like that!"

"Oh, god that's great, slut!" Mark gasped. I looked over and saw Vivian's sweet ass clenching as she rode him hard.

"Do you like it! Do you like my dirty cunt on your cock?"

"I do!" Mark moaned. "I love it!" Vivian bent down to kiss him, but he stopped her. "Good sluts don't kiss a man with jizz on their lips."

"Oh, sorry," she moaned. "Let my tight, wet cunt make it up to you!"

Mark's fingers dipped into Vivian's ass crack, teasing her puckered asshole. She moaned, tossing her head and spilling brunette hair across their faces. My eyes widened as he stuck a finger into Vivian's asshole. She gasped and stopped fucking him, looking over her shoulder in surprise.

"Don't stop!" he commanded. She started fucking him again; shallow strokes that kept Mark's cock buried deep in her pussy.

"I think that's enough watching," Cynthia said, turning my face back to her juicy pussy. "And don' be afraid to use your fingers."

I ran my fingers through her pussy up to her clit, rolling and pinching her pink nub, her hips spasming.

"Uuhhh, yeah! I like when you pinch my clit!"

Behind me, I could hear Vivian's moans and Mark's grunts as they fucked. I couldn't wait until his cock was buried in my pussy, but until then, I was going to pleasure Cynthia while he watched. A wet, obscene sound and the slap of flesh filled my ears. The rhythm picked up, and Vivian's moans grew louder.

"I'm gonna cum!" she shrieked. "I'm gonna cum! Oh, god, your big cock's making me cum!"

"That's it, cum on my cock!" Mark groaned. I wished it was my pussy, but I would be patient. I dug my tongue deeper into Cynthia's pussy. "Drink my cum, whore! Take it all!"

"Oh, thank you," Vivian sighed, then she giggled. "That redhead really loves eating pussy."

"I know," Mark answered. He sounded pleased. "I love watching women fuck."

I wiggled my hips, wanting him to get as much pleasure from my debauchery as he could, and worshiped Cynthia's cunt. I drank her wonderful fluids, nuzzled the folds of her pussy, and probed my tongue into ever nook and cranny I could find.

"Your tongue is so limber," Cynthia moaned. "But don't forget to stick some fingers in, baby!"

I moved up, licking her hard clit, and slid two fingers slowly inside her wet, silky pussy. The air was filled with the juicy aroma of hot cunt, a heady and wonderful, spurring me to flick my tongue faster on her pussy, and really pump my fingers inside her. Cynthia panted, her hips rotating as I finger-fucked her harder and harder.