Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Editor's note: this work contains scenes of incest or incest content.

Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner -- Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves "The Sluts"

Alison -- Desiree Fitzsimmons -- Xiu -- Korina -- Fiona -- Violet -- Lillian -- Nurse Thamina -- Karen (Sister Louise Afra) -- Jessica St. Pierre, Reporter -- Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI -- Dr. Willow WolfTail -- April

Demons

Lucifer -- Lilith -- Marduk

The Cult of Lilith

Lana -- Chantelle

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām -- Sister Theodora Mariam -- Archangel Gabriel -- Dominion Ramiel (Angel) -- Sister Agnes Chibuzo -- Sister Isabella Cecillia -- Doug Allard -- Tina Allard

Other

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Antsy (Mark's Sister) -- Alice -- Sandy (Mark's Mother) -- Sean (Mary's Father) -- Shannon (Mary's Older Sister) -- Missy (Mary's Younger Sister) -- George (Shannon's Fiance)-- Damien (Missy's Boyfriend) -- Felicity (Sean's Slut) -- Joy (Sandy Slut) -- Avialle (Antsy's Slut) -- Samnag Soun (Grad Student NYU) -- Rachel -- Leah -- Jacob

The Mother Superior was generous in her mercy to Brandon Fitzsimmons, a lesson she hoped he would learn. The man, who would stylize himself the God-King in a few months, fled Rennes-le-Château. He had his chance to turn his back on evil. The choice all men are given. Brandon did more than choose evil--he embraced it.

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

Saturday, June 22nd, 2013 -- Doug Allard -- Toulouse, France

A strange nervousness seized me as the cab pulled up to the front of the Toulouse-Blagnac Airport. My wife would be arriving from the States. The both of us were changed, Gifted powers. Mother Superior Maryām assured me Tina was on her way, guided by Providence. Sister Catherine Sarah had transformed my wife into a nun.

The same way I had been transformed into a monk. I now possessed the Gift of the Spirit.

But would I recognize Tina? Would she recognize me? When Mark Glassner, the Warlock with the powers to control people with his words, sent me to France to stop my former employer, I was a middle-aged man, overweight from a life spent as a private investigator. Stakeouts in cars and eating cheap fast food did not help my gut. Now I looked eighteen, fitter than I had been in high school, my body strong with youth, my muscles coordinated.

I knew how to fight. I had been taught in my dreams by the angel Sophia. With a word, I could summon a celestial gold sword and armor, a weapon capable of harming any demonic flesh. I was a warrior now, charged with protecting the original copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

I patted my laptop bag, the carry on I had brought with me from the states. I felt the impression of the scroll case through the fabric. I kept touching it. I swallowed and slipped the driver a wad of euros before climbing out onto the sidewalk.

A plane roared overhead. I looked around, unsure where I should go. I did not know what flight my wife was arriving on from the States. I didn't even know the airline she flew on. I strode into the terminal, people bustling around me, an announcer speaking in first French than accented English.

Providence would guide me. I had to trust it.

I closed my eyes and turned in a low circle, my feet shuffling. I lost my bearing after a few turns. I was sure I must look dump. No doubt people stared thinking, "One of those dumb Americans." When it felt right, I stopped and looked up.

I faced a ticket counter. There was no line, unlike the ones on either side. A bored, slim man with dark hair and a pencil mustache played with his smart phone. His eyes flicked up every few moments, making sure he didn't have to work. I marched to him with confidence.

His eyes took one look at me. "Do you have a reservation, Monsieur?" he asked, a nasal pitch to his tone.

My stomach clenched. I didn't. "Yes. Doug Allard."

"Let me see, Monsieur," he said, slipping his phone into his pocket. He typed on his screen, his eyebrows furrowing. "Yes, yes, here you are. To Tel Aviv."

"Israel?" I blurted out in shock.

The man looked up at me. "Is that not correct, Monsieur?"

"No, no. Just...tired. Long trip."

The man nodded, then looked around. "And your...wife?"

"Wife?"

The man's eyebrows furrowed deeper, shadowing his eyes. "Yes, yes. A second ticket. For a Tina Allard. Is she, perhaps, a relative? A, um, mother or sister?"

"Doug?" a woman asked, her voice hesitant.

I turned my head. A young woman stood there, eighteen, slim, lovely, face without blemish. My wife was never a beauty queen, but the creature before me would have been the prom queen at her high school, the center of attention.

"Tina?" I gaped.

She rushed to me and threw her arms around my neck. Her lips were on me in a flash as her youthful body pressed against mine. Flashes of the Mother Superior's and Sister Frances Joan's nubile bodies appeared in my mind. The Mother Superior had slept with me to exorcise me from Mark's control, and Sister Frances Joan made love to me to give me her Gift.

I didn't feel any guilt for breaking my marriage vows. Making love to those two women were special, holy events.

My cock throbbed as Tina's kiss deepened, her tongue pressing against mine as her right hand slid around, rubbing at my muscular body beneath. An excited purr burst from her lips as she clearly enjoyed the changes to my body as much as I enjoyed hers.

I slid my hand down and squeezed her ass. She had the Gift, too. She had made love to Sister Catherine Sarah to receive it.

"Your wife, Monsieur?" asked the young man.

"Yes," I panted. "My wife. We're going to Israel together."

Tina gave me a questioning look but didn't contradict anything I said. She had already followed Providence this far. She turned and held me as we showed our passports to get our tickets. I had so many questions for her.

We had a long plane ride to answer them.

And then we would have to figure out where to go from Tel Aviv. Where would we hide the scroll? The Mother Superior said the wilderness. Forty years of hiding and waiting until the time was right. My joy at reuniting with my wife faded.

A darkness loomed for the world. I glanced around the bustling airport. What would happen to all these people when it came?

Brandon Fitzsimmons

I froze at the sight of Doug Allard walking from the ticket counter. My former P.I. was with a beautiful, young woman--likely one of the whorish nuns. My blood boiled while my right forearm burned, remembering Doug's iron grip. He had stopped me from killing that cunt, the Mother Superior, when she denied me the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

Why was Doug here?

My breath quickened as Doug and the woman walked off from the ticket counter. Were they going to Germany to stop me from getting my hands on the Altmark's copy of the book? Would they deny me my vengeance against Mark? I had to kill him to free my wife. Desiree would be mine again.

Doug never noticed me. He disappeared into the airport with the woman. I rushed to the ticket counter. The bored, young man flicked his eyes up from his phone. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill. I had to know if Doug would ruin everything in Germany.

"Where is that man and woman going?" I demanded, slamming the bill on the counter.

The young man's eyes flicked at the hundred, licking his lips. Then he grabbed the bill. "Tel Aviv."

"Israel?" I blinked in shock.

The man nodded. "Anything else, Monsieur?"

"Yes, I need a flight to Germany. Cologne" My fear fled. Whatever Doug was up to didn't concern me. The book did. I would convince the Altgrave to give it to me no matter what I had to do.

Rachel Goldstein-Blum -- Manhattan, NY

I woke up confused. Where was I and who was I with?

I didn't lay beside my new husband. Unless Jacob had transformed into this beautiful, blonde woman sleeping next to me. Naked, I could feel the silk sheets cool against my body. I flushed. I never slept naked. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and the memories of last night came flooding back.

My new husband and I arrived at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel for our honeymoon, excited for our first night together. I mean, we had spent nights together before, but our first night as man and wife would be just magical.

And it had been magical, only I spent it with Mary, her fiancee Mark, and their chauffeur, the beautiful Leah who slept next to me. My body warmed as the memories of last night burned through me, the strange, almost dream-like moment when Mary, a goddess in the flesh, approached me. The off-hand manner Mark had claimed me and how willing my husband was to let a pair of strangers enjoy my body on our honeymoon still awed me.

And the sex... I shuddered, remembering the things I did last night.

I had been so naughty and wanton last night. I'm not sure what came over me. I was so enchanted by Mary. I couldn't say no to her or Mark. Even my husband understood how great an opportunity it was for me. He was such a great guy to let me spend our honeymoon having fun with other people while he waited alone in the honeymoon suite.

But I would make it up to him. I learned so many new, sexy things.

Last night was my first time with a woman and it was amazing. And my first time getting fucked from behind. I had always been a shy girl, Jacob was the third man I ever let into my bed. Neither of us really knew what we were doing, but our enthusiasm made up for it and we learned.

After our passionate foursome last night--where I licked cum out of another woman's pussy, my first creampie, and had cum licked out of mine--Mary sent Leah and I to the other room in the suite so she could spend some quality time alone with Mark. "It's important," Mary told me when I had protested, "that people who love each other spend time with just each other."

So, Leah and I retired to another bedroom in the large hotel suite. The girl just devoured me the moment we walked into the room. She made me cum so hard and so many times I forgot all about wanting to be with Mary. Then Leah showed me a few tricks to make a woman beg for more with my tongue and fingers as I returned the favor. After all those mind blowing orgasms, we cuddled, and I became lost in her hazel eyes for awhile.

They reminded me so much of my Jacob's eyes. I felt the same happy thrill staring into Leah's eyes I got from staring into my husband's eyes.

Leah was so beautiful as she slept, a little blonde angel. I caressed her face and she stirred. "You dye your hair blonde so you can have fun?"

"Yeah," Leah said, yawning. She reached out and grabbed a lock of my hair. "You should dye your hair. You'd look stunning as a blonde. Because, honey, this brown is a little drab."

"I guess," I said, feeling a little defensive.

"And you want to have fun, right?" Leah asked with a deliciously wicked smile.

I did. That was the point of the honeymoon. To have fun. Sure, it was supposed to be with my new husband, but I was looking forward to having lots of fun. I was hoping a trip to New York City would help get me out of my shy bubble and out into the world.

And so far it was working.

"C'mon, let's go dye your hair," Leah said. She rolled out of bed and dragged me with her.

I wanted to protest that I liked my hair, but Leah was too insistent. She threw my discarded dress at me as she pulled on her slutty chauffeur's outfit--a short, black skirt and white bustier. We passed into the main room. A pair of Mark and Mary's bodyguards--women dressed like sexy cops--stood by the door, alert, protective.

"We're going downstairs to pick up a few things," Leah declared.

One of the women shrugged and opened the door. "Knock when you return."

"Sure," Leah smiled and pulled me outside.

Leah kissed me as we waited for the elevator to arrive. Her tongue was hot and lithe, dancing through my mouth. I loved it. I shuddered and let her do what she wanted to me, my pussy growing wet as I shifted my hips.

I moaned in disappointment when the elevator dinged--we had to break our kiss. Leah had a grin on her face as she pulled me into the elevator. She pressed the L button and pressed me against the wall, her lips on me, her body lithe against me.

I sighed into the kiss, my hands sliding around to grope her ass through her miniskirt. The door whisked opened and Leah kept right on kissing me, not caring if people saw us. I flushed in embarrassment, trying to push her away, not as free as she was.

"Rachel?" a startled voice asked.

I managed to push Leah off me and swallowed. My new husband stood at the elevator doors, a stunned look on his handsome face, his mouth half-open. His stubble was a dark shadow on his chins, his hair rumpled.

"Jacob," I squeaked as Leah started nibbling on my neck. "I...uh...hi."

He swallowed. "I guess you're, um, having fun then?"

"Oh, lots," I squealed.

Leah's hand found my breast, giving it a squeeze. She seemed to get more excited at being watched, it spurred her to be bold, wild, free. My heart raced, and my pussy dripped juices down my thighs. Exhilaration surged through me as my husband watched a woman kiss and grope my body. Feeling bold, I slid my hand up beneath Leah's skirt and felt her naked ass. I gave her cheek a squeeze.

"Are you getting in the elevator, honey?"

"Um, no, I'll get the next elevator, Rach," my husband said, and I almost felt guilty. But then I remembered that Mary told me not to feel guilty last night.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," I called as the doors started to close. "I have some neat things to show you. Love you."

"He's cute," Leah giggled, nibbling at my chin. "Have you guys ever had a threesome?"

"No," I flushed. "We're very...boring, I guess."

"You weren't boring when you grabbed my ass," Leah whispered. "You were a naughty little vixen."

I smiled, I guess I was a naughty little vixen. I had always fantasized about being a wild, sexually adventurous girl when I masturbated. The exact opposite of my real, boring self. When Mary and Mark claimed me for the weekend, it was like I had been given a free pass to be that wild self. To experience my fantasies before I went back to Jacob and my boring self.

So I kissed Leah the entire elevator ride down. I was the new Rachel. It was so thrilling as Leah's tongue probed my mouth. I was breathless and flushed when we reached the lobby, clinging to Leah as we strolled across it. I hoped everyone saw the fun we were having.

The hotel had a small boutique, along with a few other stores, and we browsed the shelves, finding a blonde hair dye. I flinched at the cost--I was sure it was twice as much to buy it from the hotel than at a drug store.

Then my stomach sank. "I don't have my wallet on me."

"We'll charge it to the room," Leah giggled. "Mark and Mary're rich. They won't even notice it on the bill. When you're some rich person's plaything, you need to take advantage of the situation."

"Do you play with rich people often?" I asked.

"I drive a limo and I'm hot," she said archly. "Mark and Mary would not be the first clients that have taken me to bed." She paused and gave a wickedly naughty laugh. "Or the back of my limo."

The dye charged to the room, we head back upstairs, kissing the entire way. My pussy was so wet from the fun we had. We reached the suite, the bodyguards letting us back in, and rushed to the bathroom. We followed the instructions and Leah bleached my hair.

An hour later, I saw the results.

"You're right," I purred, beaming.

"You look gorgeous as a blonde," she nodded.

Golden hair framed my round face beautifully and made my brown eyes dark and sexy. I pursed my lips, cocked my head, and gave the mirror the most smokiest gaze I could. I hardly recognized myself. The boring me was gone.

Leah pressed up behind me, her naked breasts rubbing against my back. "Mmm, you look so scrumptious." Her face appeared above my shoulder as she hugged me. In the mirror we were two blonde, beautiful woman. Her face angelic with lush lips. I wanted to kiss them.

So I did.

I turned my head in the embrace and kissed her on the lips over my shoulder. My heart beat so fast. Leah was so beautiful and fun and everything I always fantasized about being. She let her clients fuck her in the back of limos and would go to clubs and party then have sex with men or women in bathrooms. Complete strangers.

"It's just fun," she had giggled as she dyed my hair, "having a complete stranger make you scream in pleasure in the men's room. Or on the dance floor." She gave a wicked giggle.

I wanted to experience all that before I went back to Jacob and became boring again.

"Leah, show me how to have fun," I whispered when I broke the kiss. "Tonight, take me to one of those clubs."

"It's up to Mark and Mary," Leah sighed. "They hired me to be their chauffeur."

"Maybe they'll let us go out?"

Leah smiled. "Maybe."

Feeling adventurous, I knelt down before Leah and came face-to-pussy. And it was such a beautiful pussy. She shaved except a triangle of dark-brown pubic hair above her slit. Like me, she was a bottled-blonde. Her clit was hard and peaked out of its little hood. Her pussy lips were thick and dark with passion and swollen out of her slit. She smelled tart and spicy.

I had to taste her again.

I spread those fat lips and slid my tongue through her wet slit, gathering a mouthful of her delicious honey. It poured across my lips and tongue. The flavor burst alive in my mouth. I moaned, taking a second lick, my arms going around her waist to hold her, to pull her tight against my lips. I wanted to worship her and make her scream.

"Oh, fuck!" Leah moaned. "Mmm, eat my cunt, slut!"

I was a slut. For the weekend anyways. When I went back to Jacob I would just be his slut. Luckily, there was still all of today and tomorrow for me to be a slut for everyone else. The wicked fun I would have.

I licked through Leah's slit until my tongue brushed her clit, bringing another excited moan from her pouty lips. Her juices poured down my chin. My hands kneaded her ass as I devoured her juices. I sucked her fat labia into my mouth then shoved my tongue deep into her wet hole.

"You taste so good," I moaned into her snatch. "Just delicious."

I sucked and licked at her little clit. I swirled my tongue around her pink, throbbing nub. Every time I flicked it or brushed it, she jumped. Her hips spasmed. She rubbed her hot, juicy snatch against my hungry, licking mouth.

Her hands seized my bleached-blonde curls. She gripped my hair with the same desperate passion I held her ass. She pulled me into her snatch as I licked and sucked. I tongued fucked her. I pleasured her while my cunt grew hotter and hotter. I squeezed my thighs together, my own excitement building.

"Oh, you fucking whore!" Leah moaned. "Make me cum, pussy slut! Oh, you fucking blonde slut, yes!"

"Yes," I purred into her snatch. "I'll make you cum so hard. You'll wake up Mark and Mary."

"Oh, fuck, yes. And we'll show those dyke bodyguards how women really please each other."

I stared up at her, past her heaving breasts, into her dark eyes. She was so beautiful and wild. My heart thudded faster and faster as I tongued her pussy. I wanted to make her cum that hard. I wanted to please her and love her.

Her fingers curled through my my hair as she rubbed her cunt on my lips. She humped faster, sliding across my lips until she pressed her flesh against my nose. She ground her clit against it, gasping in delight. I had pussy juices smeared all over my face, sticky and delicious.

"That's it, slut," I moaned before I licked through her pussy.

I was in heaven. Her juices dripped across me. Her passion grew louder and louder. Her pussy clenched about my tongue. I wanted to thrust into the depths of her cunt. But I couldn't. My tongue was too short.

But not my fingers.

My right hand slid from her waist, my fingernails scraping across her thighs. I brought them around and slid them up until I brushed her wet folds. I sucked on her clit as my fingers teased the lips of her pussy.

"Yes, yes, fuck me with your fingers."

I shoved two fingers into her wet, tight hole. Her flesh convulsed around me. Clenching, relaxing, caressing my fingers with her warm, juicy flesh. Her juices dripped down my hand as I pumped them in and out of her cunt. I loved the wet sound her pussy made. I savored the heat. I nibbled on her clit and pleasured her.

An idea popped into my head. I had once read about the G-spot. I thought it was a myth until Leah found mine last night. Could I find it inside of her? The article said it was along the top of the pussy. I think that was where Leah touched me. I curled my fingers, sliding around her flesh, gaging her reaction.

How would I know if found it?

"You naughty slut," gasped Leah. Her eyes widened. "Ooh, keep rubbing right there."

"Is that your G-spot?" I asked, attacking the place, rubbing my fingers hard.

"Yes," she gasped, her body spasmed. "Holy shit, you fucking slut! Yes, yes, oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum all over your face!"

She bucked atop me as I massaged the little bundle of nerves. She pulled on my hair, pressing my tight against her pussy, my lips sucking at her clit. She bucked and groaned, her pussy growing hotter and hotter. Her breasts heaved.

Leah came.

"Oh, fuck, fuck! Drink it! Drink my dirty girl-cum, you fucking slut!"

Her juices poured into my lips as her pussy squeezed and writhed about my fingers. She spasmed, holding on to my hair. I didn't mind the pain. My ministrations stirred the bliss bursting through her. It almost made me cum.

"You wonderful slut," she gasped as her orgasm died down.

Her chest heaved as she sucked in breaths. I rose and she kissed me hard, licking her spicy, tart juices off my face as we pressed our bodies together. Her nipples rubbed on my breasts. My pussy burned. I was desperate to cum.

My hips humped, rubbing my wet cunt on her skin. She moaned into the kiss. Her hands slid down to my clenching ass. She clenched her fingers on my ass as the stimulation rippled through me. Licking her pussy had brought me to the verge of cumming.

Rubbing my pussy on her thigh would get me there.

I undulated, grinding my pussy faster and harder on her flesh. I groaned through my teeth, sucking in deep breaths as my pussy smeared across her flesh. My clit slid across her silky flesh, my pussy clenching as the pressure built and built.

"Yes, yes, your thigh feel so amazing, Leah," I moaned, rubbing faster and faster. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum on your gorgeous leg. Can you feel how wet I am?"

"Yes, Rachel," Leah whispered tenderly in my ear, holding me tightly as I shuddered in her embrace. "Cum on me, slut."

"Yes," I moaned as her tongue licked my ear.

My pussy erupted. The pleasure washed through me. I pressed tighter against her body. Our nipples kissed as my juices gushed out of my pussy, soaking her leg. I groaned and gasped. My eyes rolled back into my head.

"So good. Oh, Leah, yes."

"I can feel your nasty juices running down my leg."

I shuddered a final time, slumping into Leah's embrace. I felt so warm and happy. And loved.

When the Holy Vizier laid eyes on the Living Gods, she knew her destiny had finally arrived. All her years of study had prepared her to serve Them.

--The Gospel of April 27:51

Samnag "Sam" Soun

I did not want to go to work on a Saturday. But I had to. Without my job at the Institute of Ancient Studies, a part of NYU where I attended as a grad student, I wouldn't be able to afford tuition or food. It made the difference that my scholarships lacked.

So I was up way too early. I was glad I didn't have to share my room any more. I even had my own bathroom. It was a small bathroom, but it was all mine. I showered and then stepped out, my petite body wrapped up in a towel. I dried off, combed my short, black hair and pulled on my silver-rimed glasses.

I know. Every Asian student wore glasses. There was a nearsighted epidemic.

I dressed, gathered my books--I was in the early stages in my dissertation on Akkadian cuneiform and its transition to the Phoenician alphabet--and headed out of my dorm, locking the door behind me. I took two steps down the hall when I heard something completely unexpected.

The unmistakable sound of a woman moaning in throaty pleasure.

My cheeks burned. I hugged my books to my chest and tried to ignore the sound. I made it two steps when motion caught my eye. A dorm's door was half open, giving me a perfect view of a bed and the two girls writhing together.

My eyes widened. Betsy had a girl I didn't know lying beneath her. My redheaded neighbor, a bi girl that didn't discriminate on whom she took to bed, pumped her hips, her ass clenching while her boobs bounced before her. She had a vinly harness about her waist, the straps disappearing around her ass and between her crotch.

"What is she...?" I trailed off, my eyes widening. I wasn't the most sexually active girl, but I knew what a strap-on dildo was.

Betsy fucked the other girl hard. She was Asian, though not Cambodian like I was. She was Korean or Japanese, her blue-black hair flying as she bucked and writhed into Betsy's thrusts. I stood rooted in place, my cheeks burning, unable to look away.

I wasn't one for watching porn, but I had watched hentai. I loved Anime, so it wasn't surprising that I had discovered the porn version of Japanese animation. When I watched one called "Parade, Parade" I discovered a new fetish--futanari.

Dickgirls.

Flashes of Betsy fucking not with a strap-on but her own cock burned through my mind. I squirmed my hips, fighting off my desires. I shouldn't be standing here thinking such lewd thoughts. What if they noticed me?

They would think I was a pervert.

But I kept watching. "Fuck me," moaned the Asian girl. "Pound me. Yes, yes. I love your girl-cock."

"Take it and cum, slut," gasped Betsy.

And then a door opened behind me. I let out a startled squeak and rushed down the hall to the stairs. I didn't want to get caught watching them. Betsy should have closed her door. I rushed down the stairs, my heart racing.

A new image popped into my head. Me with my own dick fucking the Asian girl. She would moan and gasp, begging to be fucked hard by my girl-cock. I grew so wet. I soaked my poor panties. Today would be a long, uncomfortable day if I had a hot pussy begging to be satisfied.

I did not have time to masturbate. I had to work on my dissertation.

Mark Glassner

"Well, well, well," I grinned when I saw the new Rachel, blonde and sexy, wearing a racy dress which showed off the married woman's curves. She clearly wanted to dress to please her husband on her honeymoon.

Only Mary and I were enjoying what should have been his. Damn, I loved my powers.

"You look gorgeous," Mary said, breaking away from me to kiss Rachel on the lips. My dick hardened as I watched. Mary licked her lips after the kiss. "Someone's been naughty."

Rachel blushed and glanced at Leah. "Well, I wanted to be wild this morning."

"You were," Leah giggled.

"Mmm, I could tell," purred Mary, her eyes almost devouring both blondes.

"Sir," 15, a black-haired bodyguard, said, "breakfast has arrived."

"Thank you," I nodded, then cupped her fair chin and kissed her on the lips.

15 shuddered in delight. All the bodyguard worshiped us. We brought Squad B along to guard us in New York City, leaving 23 and 24 behind to guard the plane while 15, 16, 32, and 34 would protect us in the city.

"Let's eat then get going," Mary said. "I want to get my hands on the book."

I nodded my head. The Magicks of the Book of Endor. Right now, Brandon was in Europe hunting it down. I had Doug Allard on the trail. I hadn't heard from him in a few days. I needed to remember to call him.

Breakfast was a simple affair: buttered croissants, coffee, strawberry in cream. We ate fast then Mary and I dressed. The bodyguards called down to make sure our limo would be waiting for us out front and we headed to the elevators.

I loved riding elevators ever since I fucked Violet in one.

The moment the doors opened, I grabbed the now-blonde bride and shoved her against the side of the wall. A smile crossed her lips as my hands grasped her smooth thighs and slid up her skirt, exposing her wet, shaved snatch.

"Your husband has no idea he married a blonde slut," I grinned as I pulled out my cock.

"I'll educate him," she smiled.

Before the doors even closed, I had my cock buried to the hilt in Leah's tight, hot, married cunt. I shuddered in delight as her flesh wrapped about my dick. She let out a loud, low moan, her cunt squeezing down on my cock.

"That's it, slut," Mare moaned beside me. She leaned against the wall. Leah knelt before Mary, the chauffeur slut's head buried beneath Mary's skirt.

The bodyguard's smirked as the doors closed.

I fucked Rachel hard. I pounded her cunt as the elevator lurched down. A hot, fast fuck. Quick. My balls already boiled. The excitement of screwing a bride while riding the elevator, not knowing if the elevator would stop and we would be watched made my blood boil.

"I'm going to cum hard into your cunt, slut," I hissed into her ear. "You'll enjoy my seed dripping out of your cunt when you go back to your husband. I had your cunt first on your honeymoon."

"You did," she gasped, humping against me.

"You're a nasty fucking slut, aren't you?" I growled, my balls smacking into her flesh. "A nasty, married slut!"

"Yes, yes!" She panted. "Fuck my newlywed cunt!"

The doors to the elevator opened and there was a shocked gasp. I looked to my right and smiled at an older woman with a younger, eighteen--mother and daughter. My dick ached as a shocked, horrified expression crossed the mother's face.

But it was the daughter's flushed red innocence, her blue eyes wide-eyed awe, that made my balls boiled. She was eighteen. Was she a virgin? Probably not. But she had never seen a man fuck another woman so hard. So powerfully.

"She's staring at us," Rachel moaned. Her body trembled.

Her cunt exploded about my thick cock as I kept pumping. Her flesh massaged my dick. She gripped me tight, humping against me as her head arched. Her moans echoed through the elevator. Such a beautiful sound.

"Oh, fuck!" Rachel gasped. "I'm cumming! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!"

Did she say it for the watcher's benefit. Did she want the mother and daughter to know that she was cumming? Did she want to advertise to the world how much of a cheating slut she was? The daughter responded. Her hips shifted. Her nipples hardened, denting the fabric of her blouse. We made made the barely legal beauty wet.

I almost called out, and then the doors closed.

"Fuck," I grunted as the elevator lurched down. I thrust one last time. My cum exploded out of me. I grunted and gasped as her pussy milked out every drop. My vision fuzzed. The elevator reached the lobby as the final blast of cum shot out of my dick.

"Damn, that was good," I groaned, pulling away.

"Uh-huh," gasped Rachel, my cum running down her thighs.

"See," giggled Leah, her face smeared with Mary's juices, "you are a blonde. Look at all the fun you had."

Rachel joined her in laughing as Mary and I strolled arm-in-arm through the lobby, our bodyguard around us.

Rachel Goldstein-Blum

The excitement of the elevator fuck dwindled in the limousine. The ride became boring. Mark and Mary stopped being the adventurous couple that had claimed me on my honeymoon. They transformed into tourists.

They gawked as they experienced their first trip to the city, getting excited at all the sights. I had been to New York many times, I even worked in the city once, so I didn't have the same sense of excitement at seeing the famous landmarks of Manhattan.

I was itching to fool around. I had a pussy full of Mark's cum just begging for Mary or Leah or even one of the bodyguards to lick out of me. I rubbed my hands on my thighs, glancing up front where Leah drove, wishing she was back here eating me out.

I let out a frustrated moan.

Mark and Mary didn't even notice.

"Oh, my god, we have to go there, Mark," Mary gushed. "It's so tall."

"Yeah, Mare," he grinned.

I sighed and leaned back in my seat.

They hadn't told me where we were going, but I didn't expect their destination to be New York University. I blinked as we stopped before NYU's campus. Leah climbed out, running around to open the door for Mark and Mary. I hesitated.

Should I go with them?

"Leah, you and Rachel can stay with the limo," Mary said. "32 and 34 will guard the vehicle."

"Okay," I said, glancing at Leah and smiling at her.

Mary giggled and then took Mark's arm. 15 and 16 appeared from their cop car--it was exciting having a police escort--and the four of them walked into the college campus as Leah slipped into the limo, a big grin on her face.

I wasn't disappointed that I was left behind. I had Leah with me. She slid down the seat and we kissed hard, passionate. I moaned, holding her. I had missed the adventurous blonde girl for the ten minutes we were apart. And, as her tongue was exploring my mouth, I wondered if I was falling in love with Leah.

But I loved Jacob, right? I certainly missed Jacob and part of me wished he was here. Could I love two people at once? Would Jacob understand my new feelings? Or Leah? It was all too confusing, and Leah's tongue was too wet and warm in my mouth to think straight.

I shuddered, savoring the heat of her body as it was pressed up against me. Then her hand found my breast, groping me through my top. I shuddered as she pressed me down onto the padded bench, sliding atop me.

"You're so beautiful," Leah whispered, her lips moving to nibble at my ear. "I just feel so safe with you."

"What are you saying?"

"Ever since I laid eyes on you, I can't get you out of my mind," Leah answered, her hand slipping down the front of my breast and cupping my tit. "I know we just met, but, I just feel so close to you."

Was she falling in love with me, too? My heart boomed in my chest. What should I do? "I...I feel close to you."

"Good." Leah pulled my dress down to expose my pale bosom. She groped my naked breasts as she scooted down my body. "Good." Then her lips sucked at my nipple.

"Mmm, your tongue feels so nice," I moaned as the pleasure rushed through my body. I squirmed and undulated on the seat, my head swimming with excitement.

"Wait until my tongue's in your pussy!" she said with a wanton smile.

"I can't wait," I purred as she kept nipping and sucking at my tits.

She made love to my breasts. That was the only word for the lavish attention she paid to my small mounds. Her tongue circled my areolas. I groaned and shuddered. My eyes fluttered back into my head as I let out soft sigh after soft sigh. She had such a wonderful, teasing touch. I squirmed beneath her, stroking her hair, loving her.

The excitement built. My pussy, flooded with Mark's cum, clenched. My thighs writhed together, smearing the delightful mess together while she kept playing with my sensitive breasts. Her fingers stroked me. I had so many wonderful nerves in them.

"Leah," I sighed, my tongue fluttering. "Mmm, yes, Leah. You are so delicious. Oh, wow. Oh, yes."

"And you have such beautiful..." She sucked hard on my right nipple. "...gorgeous..." She sucked on my left nipple. "...tits."

I gasped as she sucked hard on my right nipple again. Her lips nibbled on the nub between hard sucks, then she moved back to the left. My back arched with each suck. The tingling sensations ran straight down to my pussy, making me squirm and grow wetter and wetter.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," I groaned. "Oh, wow, that's good. I think...I think I'm going to cum."

"Good," she moaned.

Her fingers pinched and rolled one nipple while her mouth made love to the other. I squirmed on my seat, my moans echoing through the limo. It rocked as I moved and undulated. I hoped pedestrians walking by realized we were being naughty in here.

I could hear them walking by and see their shadows on the tinted windows. My neck arched. Joy burst through my pussy. My nipples both ached as a small orgasm rippled through me. I groaned and gasped. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure burned through me.

"Leah, you're so wonderful."

"Ooh, you have such sensitive tits," Leah groaned. "I've never cum just from having my tits played with."

"I'm lucky," I panted as the pleasure washed through my mind. A huge smile crossed my lips. I laid there, letting her move my body.

She slipped to the floor and pushed my thighs apart. I sat up and slouched, my ass on the edge of the seat. She shoved my skirt up and let out a gasp as she stared at my pussy. I looked down, my pussy and thighs stained with white jizz.

Leah smacked her lips. "Mmm, you're all sticky with Mark's cum. Let me clean you up."

I shook and gasped as her tongue licked up my vulva. Her tongue dug into my folds, teasing me. I shuddered on the limo's seat. Moans escaped my lips as she cleaned up Mark's cum as it leaked out of my married pussy.

I was such a bad wife.

I closed my eyes, enjoying her tongue. I bet she would love to suck Jacob's cum out of me. I pictured Jacob growing hard as he watched Leah devour the creampie he made in me. I would smile at my husband, his dick ready to fuck Leah. I would mouth, "Fuck her," as I shuddered on her lips.

Then Jacob would fall to his knees behind Leah. He would fuck her so hard. He would thrust his cock into the whore's depths while I writhed on her. My husband would discover such joy as he fucked and plowed the slut's pussy.

His moans and grunts would grow. He would be so sexy as he fucked her. Then he would slam into her cunt and unload his cum. Leah would moan so loudly into my pussy, cumming as Jacob filled her to the brim. Then she would be dripping with his pussy.

And I would get to lick her clean.

I moaned, seizing Leah's blonde hair, pulling her hungry mouth tight against my pussy as I imagined the sight of Leah's pussy dripping with Jacob's cum. A feast baked just for me. I would spread her open and bury my tongue into her cunt, gathering salty jizz and spicy pussy. I banquet I could dine on forever.

I knew right then and there that I would have to share Leah with my Jacob.

"Oh, Leah," I moaned as the pleasure swelled through me. "Oh, yes. You wonderful slut. Oh, God, I love it. Lick up all the cum. We're going to have so much fun together. Me and you. Yes, yes, yes."

Her fingernails dug into the cheeks of my ass as she moaned into my cunt. I humped against my blonde lover. I bit my lip, loving my wild honeymoon. The limo rocked as I thrashed. I screamed out my bliss as my orgasm burst inside of me.

"Drink it all down," I moaned. "Oh, I love it when you lick me, Leah." I almost shouted out, "I love you."

Leah moaned, tonguing me, keeping my orgasm alive. Just because I came didn't mean she had to stop eating my pussy. She had Mark's jizz to find in my depths. She kept exploring, her tongue diving deep, making sure she found every drop of Mark's spunk while the bliss burned through my body.

My head lolled, staring out the tinted windows at the passersby. They had no idea a pair of wild, blonde sluts were inside having so much fun.

Mary Sullivan

"Look at them," I purred as Mark and I crossed NYU's campus. "Mmm, I bet they know how to suck cock and lick pussy."

Mark's hungry gaze whipped around to the pair of barely legal coeds sitting on the steps of a building. The pair laughed as they ate prepackaged yogurt in small cups. Their mirth drifted over while their breasts strained their tops.​