Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Mary and Cathy were writhing on the other's faces, moaning and licking and finger-fucking. Rose was bouncing hard and fast on her dad, perky tits swaying and jiggling. "Oh, Daddy!" moaned Rose. "Pour your spunk in my pussy!" Rose writhed as she came and her father groaned. Then she collapsed on her dad's chest, kissing him as his cock, covered in pink froth, popped out of her pussy and white semen slowly trickled out of her tight slit.

The four of us now watched Mary and Cathy eating pussy. Mary was on top and her ass writhed on Cathy's face. Cathy was gripping her plump butt, pulling her down into her face. Mary had two fingers in Cathy's cunt pumping away.

"Oh, my god!" Cathy shrieked, and bucked beneath her. Cathy was fucking her face into Mary's vulva and Mary spasmed as she climaxed on Cathy's face.

Mary rolled off Cathy, who stood up unsteadily. She looked at Daisy and then Rose and smiled. "My little girls are women, now," she said in wonder. She opened her arms. "Come here, girls."

Rose stood up and stumbled to her mother. I pulled out of Daisy with a sucking pop and she walked gingerly to her mother. Cathy embraced both daughters, pulling them to her. She kissed Daisy and then Rose on the lips. Cathy was pushed back into the wall and each little minx wrapped their legs about one of Cathy's, and rubbed their cum stained pussies on their mother's thighs.

"Oh, lez out with Momma!" Cathy moaned, cradling her daughters.

"Remember when we did this with Sally last week?" Rose asked her sister.

Daisy gave a wicked giggle. "Yeah! I'm still not sure how we all fit in that bathroom stall. But it was a lot more fun then English!"

"You were this close to me," Rose whispered, "and I was to scared to do this." She reached out, and placed her hand on her sister's ass, squeezing gently, and leaned in to kiss her. Daisy moved her own hand onto her sister's ass. The sister's broke their kiss, a string of saliva momentarily connected their lips and then, grinning, they hefted their mother's large tits and sucked a nipple into their mouths.

"Oh, my baby-girls!" moaned Cathy, hugging her daughters as they writhed on her thighs. "I missed you nursing at my breasts so much."

My cock hardened, and I wanted to stick it into someone. Like my naughty filly.

Mary Sullivan

Watching the mother and her two daughters "lez out" was making my pussy drip. I pressed my thighs together, aching for a cock. I glanced at my boyfriend, and his cock was jutting hard and throbbing, glistening with one of the twin's cream. Then I noticed Jim and his cock, also hard, and covered in his daughters cum.

If our relationship was going to work, then Mark and I could have no jealousy. Mark was never going to stop fucking whatever woman he wanted, and he clearly was fine with me fucking any lady I wished. But yesterday, he had ordered me never to find another man attractive.

Only he freed me. I could do what I wanted. Fuck whom I wanted. And Jim was quite attractive.

Mark's eyes fell on me, his blue eyes widening in surprise as I licked my lips at Jim. I could see the confusion, and then the realization set in. I am free to do as I pleased, and he had to live with that. I walked to Jim; Mark opened his mouth to protest.

I shot him a warning glance. Mark claimed we were equals now, and it was time for him to prove it.

He closed his mouth, fear crossing his face, but he didn't object.

"On your back, Jim," I purred. "I want to feel that cock buried in my pussy."

Jim laid back on the concrete without hesitating, his cock rising up, the head angry-purple. I couldn't wait to feel it inside my wet pussy. I straddled his waist, grasping the shaft and guiding it to the lips of my pussy. I groaned, rubbing it around my vulva, questing for my opening. I found it, and I sank my pussy down his shaft.

So wonderful. I gasped and moaned wantonly as the nerves in my pussy came alive with pleasure. I rose up, and came back down, wiggling my hips in enjoyment. I looked at Mark--there was fear in his eyes. He's afraid I'll like Jim's cock more than his.

I smiled at him, putting all my love I could into it. He relaxed. I reached behind myself, and spread my asscheeks. "Why don't you stick that big dick up my ass," I purred at him.

"Sure, Mare," he smiled. "You have a cute ass. You're little asshole's winking at me."

He knelt behind me, his cock nudging my butt, sliding into my crack, and finding my asshole. I groaned as he pushed into my tight hole, and I felt so full of cock. It was wonderful. Pleasure rippled through me, from my ass and pussy, and I moaned like a wanton whore as he penetrated deeper and deeper into me as one hand wrapped around me to grasp my right breast.

"Thank you," I whispered, turning to look over my shoulder and kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Mare," he whispered and fucked my ass.

I rocked my hips, savoring the feel of Jim's cock fucking my pussy and Mark's fucking my ass. It took us a few tries to find a rhythm that worked, but Mark was sliding in and out of my ass as I rode Jim's cock, matching my rhythm. It was exciting to feel two cocks stirring me up, and Mark seemed to enjoy it, too.

"Dirty filly," he grunted. "Fucking two men! You're a dirty whore!"

"Your whore!" I groaned

He pinched my nipple; I tightened about both their cocks. "My whore," he agreed. "My filthy, naughty, wonderful whore!"

The pleasure was so amazing, driving me wild with passion, and reducing me to screaming, "Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy!" over and over. This was so hot, and I was so glad I could share this with my love.

"Oh, God, Mare! Gonna cum! It's too much!"

"Me, too!" I gasped as my orgasm neared. "Fuck me studs!"

Mark pounded my ass hard, driving me down onto Jim's cock. My climax erupted through me, my ass and pussy clenching upon the two cocks impaling me. Mark drove into me, squeezing my tit, and groaning into my ear as his load shot deep into my ass.

He stumbled back, his wonderful cock popping out of my ass, his cum trickling out of my hole, so nasty. Jim still hadn't cum. He had cum once already and didn't have Mark's stamina. I began to really ride his cock hard, smiling at Mark as my breasts bounced up and down.

"So beautiful," he groaned, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Then he broke the kiss and looked at the Cunningham women.

Both daughters were writhing wildly on her thighs. All three taking turns kissing and sucking nipples and squeezing asses. Rose was cumming on her mother's thigh, shuddering in pleasure. She kissed her mother and then slowly continued writhing against Cathy's thigh.

"Time to have Rose," Mark smiled.

"Go get her, stallion," I laughed, writhing my hips on Jim's cock.

I watched my boyfriend walk behind Rose, his cock jutting out, and then he pressed it between her asscheeks, driving it deep into her bowels. The girl gasped and groaned in pain at the unexpected intrusion.

"Holy shit!" Daisy gasped. "That's so hot! I'm cumming!" She shook and flooded her mother's thighs with girl-cum.

Mark fucked Rose's ass hard, shoving her into her mother.

"Fuck her ass," Daisy moaned and slapped Mark's butt. "Fuck her hard, stud!"

Another orgasm neared. That was so hot. I ground my clit into Jim's groin on the downstroke, and let out a low, throaty moan. Jim grunted, then he flooded my pussy with is cum. So wonderful and hot, and now I was so full of cum.

My orgasm exploded through me. I gasped and shuddered, my breasts heaving as passion tore through me. I loved it. Mark and I would experience so much fun and passion together, taking our pleasure wherever we desired, and sharing it with each other. A new kind of love, unique to us. I rolled off Jim, lying on the cold concrete floor, spreading my legs, showing off my dirty cunt to Mark.

"Daisy, go suck out the cum out of Mary's ass and pussy," Mark ordered, slapping her on the butt.

Daisy, smiling, buried her face between my legs, spread my ass cheeks, and her little mouth sucked my asshole, drinking Mark's cum right out my dirty butthole.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned. "You nasty whore!"

I enjoyed Daisy's tongue, watching Cathy writhe on Rose's thigh as Mark fucked her daughter' ass hard. Mother and daughter kissed passionately. Cathy's hand reached around, fondling Mark's balls. So hot.

I glanced down at Daisy, her tongue working up to my pussy, cleaning me up like a good slut. Her own pussy was messy with Mark's cum, and I wanted to taste it straight out of her formerly virgin twat.

"Sixty-nine with me," I ordered.

"Absolutely," she beamed, face sticky with my pussy juices and the two men's cum.

She flipped around, her messy pussy descending, and I eagerly buried my face into her tart pussy, slurping as much of Mark's cum and her nectar into my mouth that I could. We cleaned each other's pussies, savoring cum and cunt. Beside us, Jim watched his daughter devour the creampie he made in my cunt.

"Fucking sluts," he groaned. "My daughter's such a whore!"

The entire garden section was full of panting and moaning as we all built to our orgasms. Rose and Cathy gasped and squealed their climaxes as Mark's groin slapped into Rose's ass. Then Mark grunted, and I pictured his cock shooting cum deep into the daughter's ass. My own orgasm neared, stirred by this wonderful creature, and then I gasped and shouted, creaming her face as she creamed my.

"That was a hell of a family bonding moment!" gushed Rose as Daisy climbed off me.

Mark pulled his cock out of her ass, cum running between her cheeks, dripping onto the floor. Jim stood up, hugging both his daughters to him. Then Cathy threw her arms around her family and the four of them traded kisses.

"Need some help?" Mark asked, holding out his hand. I took it and he helped me up.

"Aren't they beautiful together?" I asked him, slipping my arm around his waist.

"Yeah."

"You gave them a new form of love they can share."

"I guess I did," he admitted, sounding a little stunned at what we did.

"I can't wait to be fucked by you, Daddy," Daisy exclaimed. "Tonight, instead of family movie night, we should have family orgy night!"

"Sure," Jim smiled.

"Absolutely!" Cathy nodded. "Now, where are my panties?"

I pulled away and found my own panties on the ground, frowning at the potting soil staining my red panties black.

"Guess you'll have to go commando," Mark grinned.

I laughed, "I guess so."

I picked up my dress; its skirt was so short, I'd have to be careful or everyone would get an eyeful of my her ass and cunt. Based on the twinkle in Mark's eyes, he found that possibility quite exciting. And it was; I kinda wanted to show off to strangers. It was amazing how fast I had changed; Mark had uncorked all my perverted fantasies I had bottled up over the years, and there was no stoppering my desires back up.

"Thank you for trusting me," I told Mark with a smile.

He smiled back. "I realized that if you let me fuck other women, I need to let you fuck other men."

What a great guy he was. I rewarded him with a kiss.

Operator: You've reached Crime Stoppers tip line, how can I help you?

David Glassner: Er...yeah. I know who released the gas at the Buy Best.

O: Okay. What's your name, sir?

DG: David. David Glassner. And the guy you're looking for is my asshole son Mark.

O: Are you sure, sir?

DG: That's him on the news. My fucking son. (pause). So...there's a reward?

--Transcript from Crime Stoppers Tip Line, June 7th, 2013

Doug Allard

Alison and Desiree were still in the sex shop after twenty minutes, giving me plenty of time to dig into Mary Sullivan. I searched Facebook and, after going through thirteen different Mary Sullivans, I found her profile, a picture of the redhead smiling, her arm wrapped around a weaselly-faced, black-haired man, his right ear pierced, and an ugly soul patch perched on his chin.

Not the man I had seen her with today.

I read through her profile; the man in the photo was Mike Stone, her boyfriend. She had a lot of friends, mostly from high school, two sisters named Shannon and Missy. She attended De Vry University, pursuing a degree in graphic design, and listed her employer as Starbuzz Coffee. Well, there were one of those on practically every corner.

I looked up Starbuzz's website, found a list of all their stores in the area, and started dialing.

"Starbuzz, this is Cynthia, how may I help you?" a bored woman answered on the ninth store I called.

"Hi, yes, is the manager in?"

"Speaking."

"Right, I'm the human resource director at Signs and Cards, and a Mary Sullivan gave us an application to be a graphic artist and I'm just following up. It says she worked at your Starbuzz."

"Yeah," Cynthia answered, her voice coming alive. "She quit yesterday. And good for her! It's a terrible job here, but she was a great worker."

"That's good to know," I said, trying to keep my excitement out of my voice. "Is there any friends, family, or boyfriends I should talk to. I want to get the complete picture about Mary, to make sure she's the right fit at our company."

"I'm not sure I should give that out," Cynthia hedged.

"Okay, okay. And her boyfriend is Mike Stone, right?"

"Oh, no, they broke up yesterday. She's dating Mark now."

A certain, sultry purr entered her voice when she said Mark's name.

"Mark?" Was this the mysterious man?

"Yeah, Mark. He came in yesterday and just swept her off her feet," Cynthia husked. The woman sounded like she was having sex, her voice low and throaty.

"He sounds like quite the guy."

"Oh, he is. He's so strong and masterful. He introduced me to my girlfriend."

"Oh, so you've known him long?"

"No. We met yesterday. But he made me realize just how much I love Vivian."

"Your girlfriend?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "She's the best. I'm so happy now."

"And Mark introduced you yesterday?"

"Uh-huh. He walked into our store and...helped us out with the broken hot water."

"So he's a plumber?"

"No, no. He's just...Mark."

Who the fuck was this guy?

"Do you know his last name?"

"Nope, just Mark. But he's amazing!" There was a pause. "I have a customer. Gotta go. Hope you hire Mary. She's the best!"

She hung up and I frowned in confusion.

Who was this guy?

I tried to do a search for Mark, but there were just too many people named that. None of Mary's many friends had that name, and her ex-boyfriend, Mike, only knew one person on Facebook--Mary. Though it did show his job listed as mechanic at 'Chuck's Automotive Repair'.

"Shouldn't be hard to find that," I muttered.

A car started. I glanced up. "Fuck." Desiree was in her car backing out of the parking space, Alison sitting next to her. I would have to dig into Mike later.

Mark Glassner

We found the yarrow after getting dressed, it was in the next aisle over from where we fucked the Cunningham family, and walked out of the store without paying.

"I know a great shoe store in the mall," Mary smiled as we walked out to the car.

"Shoes?" I asked.

"I need a box," she answered, rolling her eyes. "What better than a shoe box?"

That made sense. "Yeah, okay."

My Mustang started with a throaty purr. I loved the sound of it. I revved the engine, and Mary laughed, shaking her head. "What?"

"Boys and their toys."

I grinned, then held the break and gunned the gas, peeling the tires. She rolled her eyes; that beautiful smile plastered on her face. I would do anything to see that smile. I stopped destroying the tires and sped out of the parking lot, taking a right on 37th Avenue. Two blocks later, we crossed Meridian and entered the South Hill Mall's parking lot.

I parked and we climbed out; I pressed the remote and enjoyed the lights flashing and the horn hocking as I locked and set the alarm. That never would get old. I proffered my arm, and Mary took it, and we walked into the Mall.

Mary led us to The Lady's Slipper.

"Ohmygod, these are so cute!" she giggled, holding up a pair of red heels.

"Can I help you?" a petite, brown-haired woman, cut short in a bob, asked. Her nose was dainty and covered in freckles.

"I think she's cute," I grinned at Mary.

Mary rolled her eyes. "Yes, do you have these in a size 6?"

"Yeah, I'll be right back."

"Let her get my shoes before you start anything," Mary smiled, patting the growing bulge in my pants. Then a pair of white, heeled boots caught her eye. "Oh, these are darling!"

The clerk came back with a box. Mary sat down on a bench, holding her foot out. "Ohh, what a cute shoe," the woman cooed as she pulled off Mary's tennis shoe.

"Thanks. I got them on sale at Target," Mary answered, spreading her legs.

The clerk's eyes widened, and she looked down at the floor. "Another one?"

"What was that?" I asked.

"I said another one," she answered, then flushed, looking confused why she answered me.

"Another what?"

"Another customer not wearing panties. Her cheeks were crimson. "There was this pink-haired girl yesterday and--"

I laughed and Mary giggled. "Yeah, that sounds like Alison," I grinned, picturing my slut in here yesterday, flashing this cutie.

"Did you like looking at my pussy?" Mary asked.

"No," the clerk answered. "I'm not into women, you know."

"I think you are," Mary said. "What do you think, Mark?"

"I think you love pussy, and you want to stick your face under her skirt and lick her until she creams your pretty mouth."

With a groan, her head dived under Mary's skirt. My girlfriend's green eyes went wide, and then she smiled and sighed. "Umm, that's it. Take care of my pussy. You love it!"

"What in the heck?" gasped a stout woman browsing shoes at the end of the aisle.

"Just keep shopping," I told her, dropping to my knees. "Nothing out of the ordinary to see here. Just going to give this girl a nice fucking! She wants it so bad, don't you?"

"Yes!" the salesgirl groaned, then went back to vigorously, and loudly, eating Mary out.

I pulled down her khaki pants and plain, white panties. Her ass was round and pink, and I gave it a slap. She cooed, muffled by Mary's pussy, and wiggled her ass. I spread her thighs and rubbed my fingers through the thick mat of brown hair covering her pussy.

"When you get home, shave your pussy," I ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

"Fuck her, Mark!" moaned Mary, licking her lips at me. "Drive the little whore's mouth deep into my pussy!"

"Yes, Mare," I grinned and plowed into her tight snatch.

The woman gasped and Mary groaned. I gripped her hips, and fucked her hard and fast, savoring the wet warmth of her sheath. Mary leaned over, caressing my cheek, gripped my short hair and pulled me closer. Our lips met, and we shared our love as we shared this woman. Neither of us cared about her, she was just a sex toy, something to add a little spice to our love making.

Mary broke the kiss, tossing her auburn hair back. "Oh, fuck! She's working my pussy hard! Umm, that's it. Play with my clit. Make me cum, whore!"

"Do it, Mare," I grunted. "I love watching your face when you cum. You're so beautiful."

She stared at me, mouth parted in a groan. Her body quivered and quaked, and a wonderful, musical sigh escaped her lips as she came on the slut's mouth. Another shudder passed through her, then she leaned back on the bench.

"Umm," she purred, closing her eyes. "Lick me gently now. That's it."

My own balls were tightening, getting ready to flood the little slut's cunt. I gave her ass a slap as I plowed into her. "Here it comes, slut. You're getting a taste of my cum. You should feel honored."

"I do!" she moaned. "Cum in me! Give it to me!"

"Knock the little whore up," Mary giggled.

I exploded in her. "Feel that!" I gasped. "That's my sperm wiggling through your pussy to knock you up! Aren't you lucky?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, her pussy convulsing about me. "Thank you! I'm so lucky!"

"Yes, you are," I breathed, pulling out of her.

Mary and I sat on the bench as the clerk ran around finding Mary shoes to try on. Her face was smeared with pussy juices, and cum ran down her thighs as she ran around bottomless, her cute, pink ass flashing invitingly.

"This is how to shop for shoes," I laughed.

"Horny stallion," Mary smiled, patting my arm fondly.

Mary Sullivan

I used an the empty shoe book from one of the twenty new pairs of shoes Mark had "bought" me, to scooped up the fresh, brown dirt from the top of the grave. It was fresh, the service had just ended, and it felt a little weird to be stealing the dirt.

"So, cat bone next?" I asked, the box already contained a photo of me downloaded of Mark's phone and printed at a kiosk at the mall, the yarrow, and now all it needed was the black cat's bone.

"Yeah. That's back at my place." He shrugged, "Well, there's a few personal things I should grab from there."

"Yeah. I probably should swing by my apartment, too. Mike'll be at work, so I can get my art portfolio and other stuff.

"I'm curious to see your apartment," Mark smiled, placing his arm around my shoulders.

"I'm more curious to see yours," I smiled.

"You won't be after you see it."

We drove out of the Woodbine Cemetery that sat halfway down South Hill, and headed back north on 9th Street to get on Highway 512, taking that west to Parkland where we both had lived. Mark tore down the freeway at 90 mph, weaving in and out of traffic like a race car driver, getting my heart beating faster and faster.

I'm amazed no cop pulled us over.

Ten minutes later, we pulled up at the faded-blue Concordia Arms, made of four buildings, each two-story, that formed a square around a grassy yard set with a dirty swimming pool. Mark's side faced a junkyard and there was a steep, dirt embankment we had to scramble up to actually get up to his apartment.

"Jeez, does your landlord not care about someone getting hurt?"

"Nope," Mark shrugged, fishing out his keys and unlocking the door.

It was a pigsty. I took one look and blanched. "I'll wait out here," I said.

"Yeah," Mark muttered, looking embarrassed. "Guess I really didn't give a shit. Just give me a few minutes."

"Yeah," I muttered, leaning against the wall.

I pulled out my phone and saw a text from Cynthia. "GL on the new job."

"What new job?" I texted back, frowning.

I went on Facebook, browsing my newsfeed, looking at all the stupid stuff my friends always posted when I received a text from my older sister Shannon. "Are you ok?" I blinked, what did that mean? After our mother bailed to run off with that musician, Shannon had to take her role and so she was far more overprotective than an older sister had any right to be.

"What r you talking about?" I texted back.

"You're on the news. Connected to some terrorist. What's going on?"

Terrorist? "Just a misunderstanding."

"Check this link out." Shannon sent me a link to a Kiro 7 news video.

"Authorities are looking for information on this man," the female anchor reported, a security photo of Mark appearing on the screen, "in connection with yesterday's gas attack on the South Hill Buy Best. He was later seen in the company of these two women at the local mall." A security camera shot of Alison and I appeared walking with Mark. "There is a reward of $10,000 if you have any tips on the identity of the three individuals, call Crime Stoppers..."

"Shit," I cursed.

"What?" Mark asked, a cardboard box in one hand full of random stuff.

"We're wanted terrorists," I answered, stunned.

"What?"

"That orgy you caused at the Buy Best. The cops think it was a gas attack. Like a terrorist attack or something. They have security footage of us."

Mark shrugged. "So. What can they do to me? I say one word and they'll let me go."

"Well..." I frowned.

Mark was right. He could make anyone do what he wanted, and I was about to sell my own soul. I could get the same power. My stomach felt a little queasy. Did I want that much power. Sure, I wanted some power, and I enjoyed taking advantage of Mark's, but did I actually want the responsibility for myself?

And what should I use my three wishes for? Maybe I should figure that out.

Doug Allard

"Chuck's Automotive Care," a bored woman answered.

"Hi, I'm looking for Mike Stone," I said.

"He's not here. Took a personal day."

"Well, it's real important that I speak to him. Do you have his number."

"Well, I ain't supposed to give it out."

"What's your name?"

"Minnie," she answered.

"Well, Minnie, it's real important that I talk to him."

"I'm afraid I can't give out personal information. You understand."

"Right, right," I sighed. "My name's Doug. Could you pass a message on to him."

"Yeah, I guess," she answered. "I'm about to get off work and go see him. His girl dumped him yesterday and he needs some comforting."

I almost laughed. I could hear the desire thick in her voice, and knew just how she planed on comforting Mike. "Yeah, sure." I rattled off my number. "It's very important that we speak. He has a chance to make some money."

"Sure. I'll tell him."

"Thanks."

I hung up, and went back to watching the Fitzsimmons house. Desiree and the pink-haired woman had headed straight back here after the visiting the sex shop. I watched the house for another hour, wondering if Mike was ever going to return my phone call. Well, if he didn't call soon, I'd do a white pages search for him.

My phone rang.Doug Allard," I answered.

"Uh, hi, you wanted to speak to me," a male voice answered. "Something about money."

"Yeah. I'm a P.I. named Doug and your girlfriend Mary--"

"She's not my girlfriend anymore," groused Mike.

"That's right, baby," cooed Minnie in the background. "You just forget all about that nasty bitch."

"Anyway, I need information on her and a guy named Mark."

"Fuck! That's the asshole that stole her from me. Yesterday morning, she called me up and dumped me over the phone while this Mark guy was fucking her. What type of bitch does that?"

"Wow, that's pretty messed up," I admitted. I had heard of some terrible break up stories before, but never one that sadistic. "How long had she known Mark?"

"Fuck if I know! I thought things were going great. We made love the night before, she seemed happy, and then bam! She stabs me in the chest. The bitch even sent me a pic of her getting fucked while going down on another woman."

"She's just a dirty whore," Minnie cooed in the background. "You never needed her. I'll take care of you, baby."

"I want to just beat the bitch's--"

"What the fuck!" a new woman screeched in the background.

Even before the Tyrants were dominating nations, they dominated any that came into contact with them. They were drunk on power. Men and women were commanded to fall in love, ordered to perform obscene acts, and to revel in the degradation the Tyrants heaped upon them. Their church's propaganda machine did much to obfuscate and twist their early debauchery into something more positive and benevolent than the pure selfishness that truly characterized the Tyrants.

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

Mark Glassner

A terrorist.

It was so wild.

I was a wanted terrorist because I had a little fun in an electronic store. I smiled; the police could do nothing against me. All I had to do was tell them to let me go and they would. There was no one in the world that could stop me. I could do anything.

But all I wanted to do was have fun with my girlfriend.

I smiled the entire drive to Mary's apartment, not that it took long, she just lived ten more blocks up Pacific Avenue in an apartment complex just a block east down 138th Street. It was a lot nicer than mine, with white, stucco buildings that looked freshly painted surrounding a courtyard with a clean swimming pool.

"Crap," Mary groaned. I saw the pickup truck that had picked Mary up from her job Wednesday night. "Mike's home."

"I thought he was supposed to be at work."

"He should be. Of course, you can't ever count on the asshole."

I smiled. "Well, maybe I should talk to him."

"He was an asshole, but he wasn't that much of one," Mary sighed. "So only if he gets out of line."

"Then I hope he does."

She smiled, "You're incorrigible."

"I know. It's why you love me."

She leaned over and gave me a kiss. "One of the reasons."

Mary's apartment was on the second floor, and we quickly climbed the stairs. She pulled the keys out of her purse and opened the door. It was a little messy, a few beer bottles and a half-eaten TV dinner littered the coffee table in the small living room; Mary frowned at that. She moved with purpose through the living room and down a short hallway.

"What the fuck!" she screached.

"Mary!" a guy shouted.

"You were cheating on me with that slut!" Mary shouted.

"You're one to talk, you fucking whore!"

My blood boiled; no one called my girlfriend a whore but me. I charged down the hallway.

"Let me go, Mike!"

"I'm gonna teach you some goddamn manners, you fucking whore!"

I burst into the room. A scruffy guy, naked, had his hands on my Mary, squeezing her arm, his face twisted in rage. A naked woman tried to cover her large breasts as she cowered in the bed. The asshole holding my girlfriend balled up his fist.

"Mike, stop moving!" I roared.

Mike, the asshole about to punch my girlfriend, freezing in mid step. Mike was unbalanced, unable to move his arms or legs to try and steady himself, and he crashed to the floor, almost pulling Mary down with him.

"Asshole!" she screamed and kicked him in the side. He grunted, but couldn't do anything to defend himself. Mary kicked him a second time. "I knew it! You were cheating on me with that slut!"

Mike didn't answer.

"You can move, Mike, but only to go stand in the corner!" I growled.

Mary kicked him again, aiming for his balls as he scrambled to his feet and rushed to the corner, his smart phone falling to the floor. mur*er shown in his dark eyes as he stood in the corner, his chin, mounted with a soul patch that looked ridiculous, quivered with rage.

"I'll fucking kill you," he promised, staring at me.

"No you won't," I smiled. "Every time you think about killing me, your balls will feel like they've been kicked."

Mike doubled over, gasping in pain. I chuckled and moved over to the bed, sitting down and touching the face of the naked woman. She flinched, her impressive chest heaving with fear.

"How?" she gasped.

"Shh, don't be afraid."

She relaxed.

"What do you think, Mare?"

"I think she should lick my pussy since she fucked my boyfriend."

"Well, he's not your boyfriend anymore."

"Yeah, well, he was once, and I always knew this little skank spread her legs for him."

"Did you?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "All the time. For a year we've been fucking at the shop."

"A year!" Mary shrieked.

"Well, you should go lick her pussy to make it up to her."

The woman nodded, then crawled across the bed towards Mary, those wonderful tits dangling down, brushing the covers. "Please, Mary. I'm very sorry. But he's the one that came on to me. He's the asshole who cheated on you. Let me make it up to you. Let me lick your pussy."

"Oh, you will," Mary smiled. "After Mark explains your new life."

Mary walked over and whispered some instructions to me. I laughed. "That's mean, Mare."

"He deserves it."

"Yes he does," I agreed. "He treated you badly, didn't he."

Mary nodded, glowering at Mike.

"Well Mike," I smiled. "You love Minnie with all your heart. You'll never stop loving her or wanting to be with her. You're going to go and buy her an engagement ring and propose as soon as possible."

"I will," Mike promised. "I love you Minnie."

"Eh, what?" Minnie asked. "We're just fuck buddies, Mike. Remember?"

"Now, Minnie," I continued, "You've love Mike with all your heart. You'll marry him and stay with him forever no matter how many guys you fuck."

"I do love you," Minnie sighed. "So much!"

"Only problem, his cock doesn't satisfy you. You love every other cock on the planet more than his. You want to be fucked all the time. You want Mike to watch and know just how little he satisfies you. He's never allowed to fuck you, and once a week, if he's been good, you can jerk him off. Mike, no matter how many times she cheats on you, you'll still love her no matter how much you hate watching her humiliate you."
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