The Devil's Pact - S01 E175

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E175

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 175

And then her hand was touching my hard nipple, her fingers deft and gentle as they rolled the hard nub and all resistance fled me. I was a lesbian. I was a slave to my desires. And I desired Mary so much. Eternity seemed to pass as we kissed on the couch, her hands exploring my body. She touched me everywhere, my face, my throat, my stomach, my thighs. My wet vagina. My achingly wet and naughty vagina.

No, I realized. It was a hungry, lesbian pussy and I shuddered on Mary's finger when she slipped inside my hungry hole. Mary's thumb rubbed my clit in small circles, coaxing an orgasm out of me. I gasped into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue, as she fingered me slowly and gently, until I could take the pleasure no more.

"I need to taste you," I panted as Mary sucked her fingers clean of my pussy, savoring the taste of my pussy.

Mary stood and let me naked up the stairs to a bedroom. I was going to make love to this beautiful creature in the very bed she shared with my son. That thought sent a naughty thrill through my body. Mary pushed me back onto the bed and my breath caught as she pulled off her blouse and wiggled out of her jean skirt.

She was naked underneath. The most beautiful woman I could ever imagine. Her breasts were small, perky, and covered with freckles. Her nipples were hard and dusky. Her pussy was shaved bare save for a small heart of fiery hair, and her slit was tight, like a young girls. She looked so innocent until I saw her eyes and the hunger there.

I wanted to taste her but she beat me to it, diving into my bushy brown pubes, matted with my arousal. Her tongue licked through the hair and I shuddered, arching my back. I grabbed my nipple, pinching it hard as I enjoyed Mary's tongue. Her tongue licked around my labia, teased my clit, and probed my hole. Everywhere she touched tingled with electricity. A growing charge that spread wonderfully through my body.

"Umm, eat my pussy," I heard myself moan. "Yes, yes, eat me! You are making me cum, sweet Mary! Yes, yes! Keep doing what you are doing! Oh, wow! Wow!"

I was gripping the sheet in iron fingers as I writhed on the bed. Her tongue was flicking at my clit while two fingers slid up inside me, rapidly fucking in and out of my naughty hole. My muscles spasmed as my orgasm shot through my body.

"Yes, yes!" cried as the electricity crackled through me. "Oh, fuck yes!" was moaning so wantonly, like the lesbian whore I had become. "Umm, let me taste myself," I purred, pulling on Mary's auburn hair.

Mary crawled up my body, her face sticky with my cum. Her breasts dragged across my flat stomach, only slightly marred with a few stretch marks from my pregnancies. Our nipples kissed as our lips kissed and I could taste the tart and spicy flavor of my passion on her lips. Oh God, I had to taste her.

She sense my desire, too, because she kept on crawling, until her pussy hovered above my lips, wet and tight, her vulva was flushed with desire and completely bare. She tasted sweet and spicy and so delicious. She moaned above me, settling her weight down on my face, beginning to grind on my lips as I drank her ambrosia.

Her clit was a hard little pea that my tongue delighted in playing with, flicking back and forth and bringing such wicked moans from Mary. My hands gripped her plump ass, enjoying the feel of her flesh between my fingers as I kneaded her cheeks. I stopped playing with her clit and moved my lips lower, sucking at her tight slit, parting the crease with my tongue and feeling the wrinkled lips of her labia and then I found her wet hole and I shoved my tongue up inside her. I made my tongue as rigid as I could and fucked it inside her.

"Mmhh, Sandy, you're tongue is amazing," Mary purred.

A delighted gasp escaped her lips as my finger started teasing her asshole, feeling the puckered ring beneath my finger. David used to enjoy anal sex, and I grew to enjoy it as well. It was so much fun introducing Betty to it. I had used a carrot and reamed her ass then washed it and feeling wicked, used that very carrot in a stew I fed my husband.

Mary gasped as my finger pressed passed the tight ring and into her hot ass. My tongue was wiggling up her pussy as my finger wiggled up her ass. Her hips were twitching from side to side as pleasure washed through her. I started fucking the finger faster and faster in her ass and captured her clit with my lips, sucking on the pearl.

"Fuck yes!" Mary cursed. "Eat my cunt, oh fuck yes! You're so good! Mhh, I'm gonna cream your face! Yes, yes, oh fucking yes! Here it cums, Sandy! Here comes my girl-cum!"

I felt her ass clench on my finger as her orgasm exploded through her. Fresh juices flooded my mouth and I eagerly drank then as I felt Mary writhe on my lips. A second orgasm rolled through her as I kept sucking her clit and fingering her ass. Her hips were writhing in circles upon my face as her third orgasm crashed through her and then she fell to the side, panting.

"Holy shit," she moaned, turning about to snuggle up against me. "Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?"

"I...I..." started to say, but just couldn't bring myself to tell her about my lesbian affair. I was too ashamed of it.

"Was it Betty?" Mary perceptively asked. "Was that who your husband caught you with?"

"Yes," I answered and the guilt and grief and shame was there and I suddenly was sobbing and Mary was hugging me, her perky breasts pressed up against me. "He was going to hurt her," I cried. "I couldn't let him. She was so innocent. He should have just beat me like he always did. But not her."

"Shhh" Mary soothed. "It's okay. He'll never hurt anyone. Mark told me about him. He was an asshole. Dorit waste your grief on him, okay."

I sniffed. That was easy to say. If only life was that simple. I had loved him, once. Part of me never stopped loving him. The foolish girl in me that thought he would change. One day he would stop drinking and be the man that I fell in love with. The bitter woman in me hated him, hated the way he drank, the way he'd hit me. Hit my children.

Mary's hand was stroking my face and I felt desire rushing through me as her lips brushed mine.

"Just put that aside for tonight," Mary whispered. "You can grieve tomorrow. Tonight is about love." Mary grabbed her phone and started texting. "Just checking up on Mark, Mary said and the guilt hit me. This was my son's fiancee.

"Oh god," I moaned. "What have I done."

"You needed comforting." Mary answered, setting her phone aside. She bent down and nibbled on my nipple.

"What have you done to me, whispered as my blood started to boil. "I've never felt like this before. Never." Her eyes were so bewitching. "You are so enchanting, so enticing."

"I put a spell on you," Mary answered wickedly. "You're putty in my hands, aren't you. You'd do any depraved, nasty sex act I told you to.

I wanted to say no. "Yes," answered. "God help me, but I would."

Mary's smile was so wicked as she licked up to my neck. There were footsteps coming up the stairs, echoing though the house. Panic set in. Mark was back. He was going to find me in bed with his fiancee. He's going to hate me, look at me in disgust, just like David did. He looks too much like his father. I can't take that, not again.

Mary's tongue nibbled at my ear as the door opened. I wanted to yank up the sheets, to hide my nakedness from my son. Mary's tongue was so wet on my ear, so pleasurable, that could do nothing but let her lick me, to caress me. I could see Mark silhouetted in the doorway. Please, just go away. Don't see me like this! I'm such a horrible mother.

"I want you to fuck your son," Mary whispered. "He needs you. We need you!"

My legs were spreading open as Mark entered the room. He was naked, his body almost lean, just some pudginess remaining. He's lost weight, I realized. He's looking fitter than he ever has. His cock was hard and swayed as he walked. My precious boy was hard for me. I could feel moisture leaking out my pussy.

This is so wrong, I thought. But the ache in my pussy drowned out that voice.

"My boy's grown up," I purred. God, how did I become such a wanton hussy?

"We need your help," Mary whispered. "To cast a spell. To protect our servants from our enemy."

"Yes, let mommy help," I moaned. I didn't know what Mary was talking about, but how could I say no to my son. Mary was right, I would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved. And nothing was more depraved then a mother fucking her son. And his cock was so hard, trembling with every beat of his heart, aching to release his cum inside me.

How could I say no? I couldn't.