The Devil's Pact Pt. 33

The orgasm caught me off-guard. It came on me fast, the cum spurting down her throat. Tiffany moved, sliding her mouth up my dick. My third and fourth blasts spilled into her mouth as I moaned into her pussy.

"Jesus, that was great," I panted as she sucked on the tip. "Mare, your mother is amazing."

"Glad you've realized that," she giggled between licks of my balls.

I fingered Tiffany's asshole and latched onto her clit again, sucking.

I slowly fingered her asshole as I sucked on her clit. Her mouth popped off my dick. A moment later, I heard wet, smacking sounds. They were kissing, sharing my cum. I groaned, my dick throbbing, still hard thanks to my pact with the Devil.

"Mmm, that's delicious, Mom," Mary purred.

"Your husband has great cum," Tiffany agreed.

They kissed again. I pictured mother and daughter, looking more like sisters, pressing their lips together. Their tongues danced as they savored their taboo, forbidden pleasure. I almost wished my view wasn't obstructed by Tiffany's beautiful pussy.

Almost.

I licked at her clit and slid through her folds, savoring her spicy pussy juices as my body buzzed from my orgasm. My dick twitched, eager for more as I listened to my wife and mother-in-law kiss with a hungry passion.

"Oh, Mark knows his way around a pussy," Tiffany panted, breaking their taboo kiss.

"He's had lots of practice." I could just picture the satisfied smirk on my wife's face. I enjoyed eating her pussy out, particularly when we took a shower.

"Shoot, I'm gonna cum!" Tiffany gasped. "Oh yes, oh wow!"

Delicious honey flooded my mouth as my mother-in-law came. I drank it down, plunging my finger into her spasming asshole. She writhed, grinding her hot cunt on my face. My tongue flicked through her folds, gathering every drop.

"Oh, jeez! Yes, yes, yes!" She took a deep breath. "That was great. Thank you, Mark."

* * *

Tiffany Sullivan

I buzzed as I slid off my son-in-law's face, Mary beaming at me. The smile on my daughter's freckled face sent a wash of motherly pride through me. She licked her lips, savoring our kiss. I turned around, and the pair of us cuddled up on either side of him, his face smeared in my juices

He was amazing at licking pussy. You'd think a man who could order any woman to fuck him wouldn't care about satisfying her. But he did. I could tell. He wanted me to cum.

"'Shoot'?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "And 'oh, jeez'? I've never heard such clean dirty-talk before."

"Too long spent in churches," I sighed. "I used to take care of them when I was a Nun." That was another lifetime ago, even if it was only a few months since my "retirement." I was no longer Sister Theodora Mariam. I had turned my back on Heaven to be with my family again.

The angels sent me to kill my own daughter!

Mary leaned in, nuzzling at Mark's pussy-stained lips, savoring the pleasure of my pussy as she kissed her husband. I shivered, watching them. Mark really did care for her. He proved it when he offered to trade his powers for her life. When I mounted him, he thought I was exorcising him, removing his powers. Without his mind control, he would have been arrested and thrown in jail for the rest of his life for a whole host of crimes he had committed.

He proved he loved my daughter, so I gifted him with my powers.

"So, shall we?" Mary asked, breaking the kiss.

"This won't hurt the baby, right?" I asked, concern shooting through me. I touched my belly where my fourth child grew. I would get to see him or her grow up. I would be a mother. No Warlock would rip me apart from my family this time.

"No, Sam assures us it's safe," Mark said. "I didn't get the details. If you let her, she'll ramble on and on about all the technical minutiae that just bores the crap out of me. But I trust her."

Mary nodded in agreement. "I wouldn't risk my future brother or sister, Mom."

"So, I just say, 'Siyach' when I cum, right?" I asked. It seemed so simple. But then magic, whether from Heaven or Hell, tended to be.

"Yeah," Mark said. "While bringing the both of us to orgasm."

"You're making it sound so technical," Mary complained. "Mom, just lie on your back, and I'll sit on your face. You can lick me to a shuddering orgasm while Mark fucks your pregnant cunt until you explode."

"Mmm, sounds good." God, I had truly been corrupted by my daughter and son-in-law. "I have grown to like the taste of my daughters' pussies."

I had been so glad when Shannon forgave me. She was my oldest daughter and it took her a while to forgive my absence. She had to become the mom of the family, taking on too much responsibility when Kurt kidnapped me. Missy, on the other hand, had been so excited to finally see me. She had been barely two when I fell prey to a Warlock, and she had affectionately rekindled our relationship.

I stretched out on the bed, writhing in my red teddy. I spread my legs obscenely wide, exposing my furred snatch. Mary, looking breathtakingly beautiful in her teddy, straddled my head and lowered her bare cunt to my waiting lips.

I licked. Mark groaned.

"I love watching a woman's tongue sliding through another woman's pussy, particularly when that pussy belongs to my wife," he groaned.

"And I love licking pussies that belong to my daughters," I moaned and took another lick through her waxed pussy.

My daughter tasted so sweet and spicy all at the same time. She groaned, wiggling on me as I dived through her folds. A wicked shudder raced through me as I devoured her. My tongue slid through her pussy lips, teasing her.

"Mom," she groaned. "Oh, and I love it when you lick my pussy. So taboo!"

Mark seized my legs, lifting my ass, and slid a pillow beneath. I shivered, my pussy clenching. I couldn't see him as Mary moaned, grinding on my face. Mark shifted into place, and then my daughter moaned.

"God, I love your tits, Mare," he groaned. "They look so sexy in the teddy."

My daughter purred in delight, her pussy growing hotter and hotter against my tongue and lips.

"I swear, your boobs are getting fuller. They're bigger than they were a month ago."

"So you like them getting bigger?" Mary asked, squirming her hot pussy on my mouth.

"I love your tits, Mare, no matter their size."

Mary squirmed, squealed. I pictured Mark running his thumbs over her nipples. I shivered, licking my daughter harder, my hands stroking her sleek thighs. Her juices coated my lips and poured down my throat.

"You need to fuck my mother," Mary purred. "Mmm, give her such a ride, my horny stallion."

"Gladly, Mare," he groaned. "Oh, yes, guide me to her pussy."

I groaned as my daughter slid his cock up and down my pussy. Then Mark thrust. My pussy clenched down on my son-in-law's cock. Oh, he felt so amazing in me. I was so glad he had forgiven me and could love me like a family now. He had let go of his hatred.

I didn't deserve this. He had every right to hate me. But he had forgiven me.

Love was such a beautiful thing.

Mary shuddered on my face, squirming more. I heard them kissing, sharing their love as Mark pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. Hard, fast thrusts with slow withdrawals, letting me savor his cock as he pulled out. Then the surge of pleasure as he thrust in.

The friction burned through me as my tongue slid through my daughter's folds, the excitement building in my depths. Mark's balls thwacked into my taint, so full of his cum. He reamed into my pregnant pussy, shivering pleasure through me.

"Mare," Mark groaned, breaking the kiss. "Your mom... Damn, she's got a nice pussy."

"If you had forgiven her sooner, you could have been fucking her all summer."

"Yes," Mark groaned, his thrusts growing harder. My clit throbbed as his pubic bone slammed against me.

"Mmm, yes, fuck my mom, Mark."

"Fuck me," I squealed. "Oh, Mary, he's so good."

"I know," she gasped, squirming on me. "Oh, Mom, yes, lick my pussy while my husband fucks you. I love it."

So did I.

The pleasure surged through me. Mark's cock hammered so hard, so deep into me. His every stroke sent pleasure shuddering through me. I moaned into my daughter's pussy, my hands sliding up her body. I caressed her flesh through her teddy, finding her perky breasts. She moaned as I squeezed them.

Her juices were so hot, so spicy and sweet. They coated my lips and cheeks, and dribbled down my face as she grew wetter and wetter. She ground on me, sliding her clit up and down my lips. I latched onto it.

"Oh, yes, Mark!" she gasped. "Love it when you play with my nipples."

I brushed Mark's fingers as he pinched through the teddy. I squeezed her breasts. We were both pleasuring my daughter. We both wanted to make her cum. I felt so close to my son-in-law, and not just because his cock reamed my pussy.

His thrusts brought me closer and closer to exploding. I sucked so hard on my daughter's clit as she squirmed. Her moans grew louder and louder. I shivered, clenching my cunt on Mark's cock. The bed creaked from his passion. The friction burned hotter and hotter.

"Damn, Mare," Mark groaned. "Damn, I love fucking your mom's cunt."

"The cunt that birthed me," she moaned. "Oh, fuck, that feels great! Suck my clit, Mom! Oh, you fucking know just how to get me off! Oh, fuck! I'm so horny! Watching you deepthroat Mark made me so wet! Siyach!"

My daughter came. Energy hummed through the room as she started the ritual.

Her juices flooded into my mouth. I drank them down as Mark grunted, "My naughty filly."

Mary squirmed and bucked on my face as her juices flooded my mouth. She groaned, "My horny stallion. Make my mom howl in pleasure!"

"Fuck yeah, I will!" he panted.

"Yes," I moaned.

Mark lifted my legs and hooked my ankles over his shoulders. My pussy grew even tighter as he thrust even deeper into me. He pumped hard and fast. The pleasure shivered through my body as I savored my son-in-law's cock sliding through my silky depths.

Every thrust was full of sweet pleasure. His balls slapped against my taint as he fucked me harder and harder. I had to cum. That great need built up inside my body's core. His every stroke built the pressure. I clenched down on him as I squirmed, his strokes growing harder and harder as he built to his explosion.

"Siyach!" Mark grunted. My son-in-law flooded my pussy with his cum. He grunted, spurt after spurt erupting into my depths. "Fuck, your cunt is amazing, Tiffany!"

And he kept fucking my cunt. He didn't go soft. He had stamina given to him by the Adversary when he made his Pact. I shivered, groaning, so close to erupting. He slid his cock through my sloppy depths.

"So close," I moaned. "Just a little more."

"I got you, Mom," moaned Mary.

My daughter's fingers frigged my clit.

"Siyach!" I screamed as my orgasm exploded through me.

* * *

Mark Glassner

"Fuck," I groaned as Tiffany's pussy spasmed on my dick. "That did it, Mare."

As my mother-in-law's pussy milked my cock, the spell burst into effect. A connection sprang from Tiffany, surging into Mary and myself, uniting us. My wife shuddered, cumming again on her mother's lips. I groaned, my balls boiling, and then my dick erupted. I shot another load of cum into Tiffany's cunt. My vision blackened with the intensity of it, ecstasy boiling through me and escaping into her pussy.

Holy shit, I thought

Oh, wow, that's wild! Mary's voice whispered in my mind. I heard you inside my head!

You can hear me? I asked.

Yeah.

"Did it work?" Tiffany asked, breathless.

I pulled out of my mother-in-law, sprawling back on the bed. I heaved, my body buzzing from the intensity of the orgasm and the... intimacy of the spell. I felt united with Mary. "Yeah, it worked great."

Mary snuggled against me as Tiffany rolled out of bed. "Great," she smiled. She bent down and kissed Mary and then me on the lips. "Well, I'm going home. You two have a good night."

"You're not going to stay and cuddle?" Mary pouted.

"Well, that sounds tempting," Tiffany smiled. "But there are two hot schoolgirl sluts in bed with my husband, and I want to join in the fun."

"Oh, has Dad corrupted you, too?" Mary asked, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Do you have a schoolgirl fetish now, Mom?"

"Maybe," Tiffany answered with a mysterious smile.

Mary's eyes widened in realization. "You've fucked one of Dad's students!"

Tiffany laughed. "Yep! On Tuesday I went to see Sean at the college, you know, to surprise him with a nooner. Instead, I found him buried into one of his students. This cute girl named Emily." She smiled fondly. "She was scared, at first, but I convinced her to eat me out while Sean enjoyed her pussy."

"You dirty slut, Mom," Mary giggled. "Mark once spent an entire day at Rogers Community College fucking every girl he could. Meanwhile, I was stuck running errands for our wedding and having an absolutely terrible day."

"Hey, I had to find two virgins," I protested. "I had to search long and hard to find two girls that still had intact hymens for the spell."

"Oh, I'm sure it was hard," grinned Mary, her hand gripping my cock. "And once it was hard, it was definitely long."

It's long and hard for you, Mare, I thought at my wife.

A pleased smile appeared on her lips. Well, maybe I should fix that?

Chapter Three

Debra Horne-Darnell: The crowds are huge this morning waiting for Mark and Mary Glassner, the Living Gods, to arrive at the gun buyback. There is such an expectant, festive air. Everyone here is united by their desire for peace. Tacoma officials have already told me that today's gun buyback has drawn the largest crowds they have ever seen! A ripple has gone through the crowd and... Yes! There's their limo!

--transcript from Q13 Fox News Broadcast, September 28th, 2013

Saturday, September 28th, 2013 - Mary Glassner

"This is all your fault, Mark Glassner," I complained the next morning. I knelt before the toilet in the bathroom, my stomach heaving and churning with morning sickness. Mark was beside me, holding back my hair. I glared at him, opened my mouth to speak, and...

My eyes widened. I turned back to the toilet and groaned as my stomach clenched. My throat burned. I hated the taste of bile. My eyes squeezed shut, watering as I expelled the contents of my stomach.

How could there be more?

Morning sickness had been rough for me. And this morning it was the worst it had ever been. It sucked so much. Usually, I just had an upset stomach that settled with a few saltine crackers. But this... The muscles in my abdomen hurt as I kept heaving.

"Sorry, Mare," Mark groaned. "But it was your idea to have a child."

I glared at him, fighting down the next heave. "I don't want to hear your excuses, Mark Glassner!"

He laughed. He actually laughed. My eyes hardened. That shut him up, and he quickly added, "You look beautiful this morning, Mare."

"Liar," I hissed.

But... he sounded so sincere when he said it. I sighed, anger melting away at him. It really wasn't his fault I was throwing up. It was part of being pregnant. And I did want to have his child so much. I wanted something that was a mix of us both, something we created.

And then he rubbed my shoulders. I groaned, closing my eyes, kneeling there, waiting to find out if it was over. He kissed at the nape of my neck. God, he was really sweet. I felt guilty for even lashing out at him. How many men would hold their wife's hair while she threw up and still call her beautiful?

Not my last boyfriend.

"I think it's over," I said.

"Okay," he said, helping me stand. He handed me a glass of water. I blinked; when had he filled it?

I rinsed my mouth out and spat into the sink before gulping down the rest. It tasted so fresh and pure. He grabbed me in his arms, picked me up, and carried me to my bed. I couldn't help feeling so loved. He sat me down and cuddled beside me.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"No," I sighed. My stomach still churned. And I felt so exhausted. I had no energy. "I don't think I'm up for going to the gun-buyback today."

"Sure, Mare." He rubbed my stomach. "Only eight-weeks old, and she's already causing problems."

I giggled. "A girl, huh? Not a son to take after you?"

He snorted with laughter. "There wouldn't be a safe pussy anywhere in the state. My son would have to fuck them all."

I smiled fondly at him, touching his cheek. "Well, if it's a girl, what would you name her?"

"Chasity," he answered without hesitation.

I gasped, hot tears welling in my eyes. "That's lovely." I kissed him. "And if it's a boy?"

"Hmm, I don't know." He frowned. "I've always thought Quatch was a cool name."

My tears vanished. My joy evaporated. I pinched him. "We are not naming our child after that hairy friend of yours!"

"Well, I'm out of ideas, what would you name our son?"

"Albert," I answered.

"Really? It's a terrible name." His eyebrows furrowed. He stared at me, and I gave him an innocent smile. "Have you been talking to my mom?"

I nodded. "She told me all about her dad, so I think we should name him after your grandfather."

"Why not after one of yours?"

Wow, he really didn't want to name our son Albert. I knew Mark had been close to his grandpa as a child before he passed away from cancer.

"Mine are both named Mike. Just like my ex-boyfriend." I hoped Mike loved being cuckolded over and over by that skank he cheated on me with. Mark ordered them to marry and her to always cheat on him.

"Good point." He kissed my nose. "Chastity if it's a girl, and it will be a girl, Mary. Or Albert in the incredibly unlikely event we have a son."

I rolled my eyes. "You need to prepare yourself to have a son, Mark. There's a fifty-fifty chance after all."

"Ah, but the man's sperm chooses the sex," he said like everyone should know that. "So I just concentrated on having a girl. So my sperm knew which ones should be making the attempt."

I sighed. "I don't think that's how it works, Mark."

"Sure it does! I asked Willow. She's an obstetrician, so she'd know."

"Liar," Mary smiled.

* * *

Mark Glassner

It was wonderful to see her smile cross her wan face, sweat-matted hair stuck to her forehead. Then her smile faded as her face paled and she bolted for the bathroom, again.

I followed, holding her auburn hair up to keep the vomit out. "You know, I really love you," I told her between heaves. "Otherwise, I wouldn't put up with something this disgusting."

"It's your fault I'm vomiting, Mark Glassner!" Mary snapped back. "So just suck it up, be a man, and hold my hair."

"Yes, dear," I grinned at her.

Afterward, Mary laid back down to take a nap, and I went to get breakfast. I passed Violet stumbling out of the bathroom, looking just as green-faced as Mary. April was with her, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Oh, it's not fair," Violet complained. "Why don't you suffer morning sickness, April?"

"Luck?" she shrugged. "Oh, good morning, Master."

"Keep it down," I admonished the two pregnant sluts. "Mary's had a rough morning."

Alice looked sheepish and nodded, "Sorry, Master."

"It's okay." I kissed her on the lips then Violet on the forehead before heading downstairs.

"Master," Alison beamed, sitting naked at the small kitchen table as she watched her wife, Desiree, wearing only an apron, cooking breakfast. I didn't blame her for looking at the Latina slut. Desiree's nut-brown ass was a thing of beauty. Pictures of it should be hung in museums.

"Morning, slut," I grinned at my pink-haired slut as she hopped to her feet and bustled to me. She threw her arms around my neck and gave me an enthusiastic kiss, her tongue piercing playing around my mouth.

My dick throbbed. She broke away with a mischievous grin. Eighteen and wicked. She was the only one of the sluts who originally agreed to join. She wanted to be a sex slave. I was certain she was the reason Desiree stayed when we freed the sluts. She didn't want to lose the woman she loved.