Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

"Why don't you give them a feel?" she suggested.

As Violet's mouth sucked my cock into her lips, Bryanna reached out and tentatively gave her mother's tit a squeeze. It was so hot to watch mother and daughter embark upon lesbian incest. The barely legal beauty's mouth opened in amazement as she kneaded the heavy orb.

"I used to nurse from these, didn't I, Momma?"

"You did. I loved it. I felt so close to you when you nursed."

Bryanna ducked her head down and sucked her mother's nipple into her lips. Her mother shuddered, eyes rolling back in her head as her daughter suckled. The eighteen-year-old wiggled her hips, new desires bursting through her body.

I grabbed Violet's pigtails and began forcing her head up and down on my cock. The slut didn't fight, surrendering to me. She moaned about my dick, making such cute and wanton sounds. But I couldn't take my eyes off the women.

I loved watching mothers and daughters fuck.

Tibby mewled in pleasure, cradling her child's head to her breast. "Oh, duckling, that feels wonderful! Suck at Momma's tit! I love you so much!"

Bryanna released the nipple. "I love you too, Momma!"

They stared at each other, frozen for a moment as incestuous desire swelled between them. Then Bryanna raised her head and kissed her mother on the lips. Tibby melted against her daughter, cupping her child's face, and kissed her back with such passion.

My cock ached in Violet's mouth as I worked her lips up and down my dick. She sucked so hard, moaning and humming, pleasing my cock. Mother and daughter's tongues danced as they shared their first incestuous kiss.

It was so hot.

Bryanna was breathless when she broke the kiss. "Wow, Momma, you sure know how to kiss."

Tibby just smiled, her body shuddering. "Mmm, I want to see my little girl's hooters."

Bryanna flushed as her mom pushed her jean jacket off her shoulders. "Momma, you know I don't have any tits."

"You're still young, duckling."

"I'm eighteen, Momma," she protested as her mom pulled her red peasant's blouse over her head. Her breasts were small, apple-sized, topped with puffy, pink nipples, and clearly didn't need a bra to support them.

"But they are beautiful," Tibby insisted, giving her daughter's breast a squeeze.

"Oh, yes," I agreed, my dick aching in Violet's sucking mouth. Pleasure rippled through me. "Just gorgeous."

Tibby groped her daughter's breasts, her fingers sliding over the firm mounds. She found Bryanna's nipples and rubbed her thumbs over them. The girl shuddered and quivered, making cute gasps. Then Tibby bent down and sucked her daughter's nipple into her mouth.

"Oh, Momma! That feels amazing! I'm nursing you now!"

"Yes," I groaned, bobbing Violet's mouth faster and faster on my cock.

Tibby's lips were glued to her daughter's breast as the pair sank onto the bed. The mother pushed her daughter down onto her back, still sucking noisily at her tit. I groaned, watching them squirm, the MILF's ass wiggling, pointed right at me.

The mother ran her hands down Bryanna's side, reaching for her jean skirt. Tibby pulled it up, exposing her daughter's bushy twat. The barely legal girl gasped as her mother ran her fingers through her downy pubes and across her wet slit.

"Momma's gonna make her duckling feel wonderful," Tibby purred.

"Oh, yes, do that," I groaned, my balls tightening.

Tibby kissed down her daughter's body. Bryanna's blue eyes sparkled with lust. The mother's ass wiggled, covered by her black skirt, as she moved lower and lower, smooching and enjoying the feel of her daughter's skin. Then she passed the jean skirt, lowering her head to her daughter's snatch.

"Oh, Momma!" Bryanna gasped as her mother spread her pussy lips open and dived in.

"Fuck," I grunted, my hips thrusting now.

I couldn't sit still. I had to fuck my slut's lips as I watched this incestuous display. I rammed my cock over and over into my slut's sucking mouth. This was so hot. The chair creaked as my cum boiled in my balls, an ache forming at the tip of my cock.

My eyes were rooted to the sight of Tibby working her tongue deep into her daughter's juicy snatch. The incest was so hot. Bryanna shuddered, her small tits jiggling as she experienced lesbian, incestuous passion. Mother and daughter would remember this moment of intimate love for the rest of their lives.

"Goddamn," I grunted, slamming into Violet's mouth, and erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. Powerful blast after powerful blast. Each one had me spasming, the pleasure racing through my body. Violet moaned her delight, gulping down my cum as I kept my eyes fixed on mother licking daughter.

My pleasure surged through me. Buzzing delight hummed through my veins. Euphoria tingled through me. I groaned, panting, coming down from the excitement of erupting into my slut's mouth. I let go of her pigtails as I relaxed.

Violet pulled her mouth off my dick, a happy smile on her lips. "Thank you, Master," she purred, stroking my cock. "That was wonderful."

"You did great, slut!"

Tibby's wiggling ass beckoned.

Still hard, I stood and walked to the bed. I grasped the hem of Tibby's black skirt and yanked it up over her ass, exposing her pussy. She moaned into her daughter's snatch as I parted her labia, exposing her wet, pink depths.

She licked harder, making her daughter pant while she squirmed. Her ass clenched as my thumbs rubbed up and down her parted pussy lips, my cock aimed right at her. Her cunt was just at the right level to let me stand at the foot of the bed and fuck her.

So I rubbed my cock on her vulva and then thrust it into her sheath. Hot, wet, married pussy engulfed my cock.

"Oh yes!" Tibby gasped. "Fuck me, my Lord!"

"Are you on birth control?" I asked as I pumped my cock in and out of her wet pussy.

"No, neither of us are. My husband had a vasectomy," she answered. "You're going to pull out, right?"

I laughed, my dick aching so badly. "Nope. I'm going to cum in your cunt. And your daughter's cunt. If you're lucky, you both might carry my child."

"That'd be wonderful, Momma!" Bryanna gasped, pinching her puffy nipples as she humped against her mother's licking mouth.

"Yes, it would, duckling!" moaned the mother, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick.

I hoped I bred her. The ultimate proof that a god had cuckolded her husband. I had noticed him. He was downstairs or heading home, knowing his wife and daughter were being fucked hard by his god. I bet he was happy.

It made me thrust so hard. I pounded her pussy hard. She wasn't too tight, but she was warm and wet and knew how to move her hips. My every thrust pressed her face into her daughter's snatch. She moaned, licking and feasting on incestuous cunt.

That made Bryanna squirm. Her hands shot down and tangled in her mother's black curls. The barely legal slut bucked her hips, rubbing her cunt all over her mother's lips. She gasped and moaned, twisting in pleasure.

"Oh, Momma!" she groaned. "This feels amazing! I love your mouth on my pussy! Mmm, eat me! Make me cream, Momma!"

"Yes, yes, cum for me, duckling!" Tibby moaned, her pussy growing hotter and hotter on my dick plunging into her hot depths. "Let's cum together!"

"Yes!" Bryanna yelled. "Oh, geez! Here it cums! Oh yes!"

Her back arched and her mother held on for dear life, never ceasing to drink her daughter's flood of fresh juices. The MILF savored it, licking and lapping as I plowed over and over into her cunt. It was so exciting, my cum swelling my balls already.

And then the MILF came.

She squealed into her daughter's cunt. Her snatch spasmed wildly on my cock. Her body bucked as her orgasm burned hot through her. I shivered, loving it, my balls tensing as I plowed over and over into her massaging cunt.

"That's it, slut," I growled. "You just made your daughter cum. Now your god's going to breed you."

"Yes, yes, breed me!" Tibby howled.

"Breed my momma!" groaned the thrashing daughter.

I fucked her harder, feeling my own release approaching. Every thrust into her spasming depths brought me closer and closer. Then I grunted and buried into her pussy. I shuddered as I spilled my fertile seed into her womb.

Pleasure rushed through me. It was so hot to knock up a married woman. I loved it.

"Oh, Master, yes," Violet purred in the background. "Pump all your seed into her."

"Yes," moaned Tibby, her pussy milking out the last of my cum.

"Oh, Momma, I want to eat you now!" Bryanna said, her eyes bright and eager, bouncing with the energy of an eighteen-year-old.

"Absolutely, duckling!" Tibby shivered. "I'm all creamy now. You'll just love it!" Tibby pulled away from me. I smiled, watching my white cum run out of her snatch and down her thighs.

She unzipped her skirt and threw it to the floor before falling back on the bed and spreading her legs, and her pussy, wide open. My cum matted her dark hairs. Her face was flushed, her lips smeared with her daughter's cream.

"Wow, Momma!" Bryanna cooed. "Your pussy lips are huge!" She reached out, tugging on a thick labia. "Mine are small. You can barely see them. You're bigger than me in every way."

"Don't pout, duckling. You'll develop more. I had a pussy as tight as yours at eighteen!" Tibby slid her fingers through her messy cunt. "Now why don't you give Momma a good lickin'?"

Bryanna dove into her mother's cunt, giving me a great view of the damp fur surrounding her tight slit. My cock was hard again. So I buried into her barely legal snatch. Hot, tight, amazing cunt surrounded my cock.

"Holy jeez!" Bryanna gasped, her head snapping up from her mother's cunt. "He's a little bigger than Daddy!"

"Mmm, I know," Tibby cooed. "Doesn't that cock just feel wonderful pumping in and out of you?"

"It does, Momma!"

Bryanna's cunt was a vice compared to her mother's snatch. I fucked her hard, thrusting over and over while she feasted on her mother's pussy. I enjoyed every second that I fucked her. Next to Mary's pussy, barely legal cunt was the best thing to fuck. I gripped Bryanna's ass, spreading her firm cheeks, and saw her rosebud asshole.

Well, maybe there was something better than barely legal cunt.

"Oh, wow!" Bryanna gasped as I ripped my cock out of her pussy and rammed it into her bowels. My dick was well-lubed, but her ass was virgin territory. "Momma, he's fucking my butt!"

"Relax, duckling," Tibby cooed. "Relax, your ass will take it!"

"Okay, Momma," Bryanna panted, her voice throaty.

Her ass was tight ecstasy. I shuddered as I plunged in and out slower than I fucked her pussy. I took my time, savoring the velvety feel of her bowels wrapped about my dick. I grunted with each thrust, watching my cock disappearing into her sphincter stretched about my shaft.

Tibby stroked her daughter's face and guided the girl's lips back to her juicy cunt. Bryanna's head moved as she began eating her mother's pussy. I felt the tension leave her body, her ass relaxing as she grew used to the new sex.

I started thrusting faster, enjoying the feel of my balls slapping against her taint. I groaned, her ass so tight. The friction sent pleasure rippling through my body as I plowed her. Her mother looked so proud, holding her daughter's head to her pussy, while staring up at me.

"Fuck her ass, my God," she groaned. "Plow her! Use her! We're yours!"

"Yours," breathed Bryanna. "You and your divine wife came to save us!"

"Yes," I groaned, thrusting harder, my balls aching as they smacked into her flesh.

The bed creaked as I fucked her. Tibby writhed, her thighs clenching on her daughter's licking mouth. The barely legal slut feasted on her mother, moaning and groaning, her hips wiggling as she took my cock over and over into her bowels.

I loved my powers. I loved being worshiped as a god and fucking a willing mother and daughter. I didn't have to order them to be here. I didn't have to use mind control powers on them to enjoy this moment.

They worshiped me. Goddamn, it was intoxicating.

"Mmm, duckling, that feels wonderful!" Tibby moaned, her face contorting as she humped against her daughter's mouth. "Eat Momma's dirty pussy! Lick Momma clean! Oh yes!"

The MILF's large breasts heaved as her face squeezed in pleasure. She gripped the sheets as her body thrashed, her orgasm surging through her. She savored the incestuous delight gifted to her by her daughter's tongue.

It was so hot. I fucked her daughter's ass so hard as I watched her cum. My dick ached, throbbed, my orgasm swelling and swelling. I grunted, thrusting so hard, ramming my dick so deep into the girl's tight bowels.

Tibby collapsed, panting, her orgasm fading. "Thank you, duckling!"

"You're welcome, Momma," groaned Bryanna, her voice so throaty.

Tibby slid away from her daughter, then crawled down the bed, kneeling beside us. She bent down, giving Bryanna's asscheek a big smooch, and watched my cock plunging in and out of her hole. Her hand reached under, and I felt her fingers brush my pistoning cock, searching for her daughter's cunt.

"Oh, Momma!" Bryanna gasped, her bowels clenching down on my cock. "Oh, play with my clitty!"

"Yes, finger your daughter. Make her cum on my dick."

"Yes, my Lord," the MILF purred.

Bryanna's hips undulated faster as her mother played with her clit. She moaned and gasped, her bowels so hot. Tibby kissed and sucked at her daughter's ass, leaving brown hickeys on white skin. I groaned, thrusting faster.

The barely legal slut cooed happily. Her plaited braid coiled across her supple back. I seized it, yanking her head back. Her sapphire eyes shone with lust as she looked over her shoulder at me. I reamed into her ass as I stared into those eyes.

I saw it in her depths. She knew I owned her body and soul.

"Pound my ass, my Lord!" she moaned. "Oh, it feels so good! Mmm, I'm so glad you took my anal cherry! I'm gonna cum, my Lord!"

A low, throaty moan escaped her lips and her ass squeezed deliciously on my cock. Her body thrashed as her pleasure rippled through her. I grunted, plowing into her rippling bowels, her massaging depths bringing me closer and closer to my next eruption.

"Oh, yes!" she groaned. "Do you feel my passion, my Lord? Do you feel my naughty ass squeezing on your hard cock?"

"Fuck, I do!" I moaned.

My balls were about to explode, but I wanted to cum in her fertile cunt. I pulled out of her bowels and thrust my cock, dirty with her juicy ass, into her pussy. I shuddered, driving into her once pure depths as I soiled her.

"Here it fucking cums!" I shouted, thrusting hard, my cum rising and rising, the pressure building and the tip of my cock.

I buried into her, and rapture surged through me.

"Oh, Momma!" she howled. "He's shooting in me! We're gonna make a baby, momma!"

Jerrold Baxter

I decided to wait until after the Tyrant arrived in Washington D.C. before making my move. It was late. Things were quiet. The chances of anyone coming around this late at night were less likely. And that increased the chance of my mission.

I knocked on the door of the apartment.

"Who is it?" a woman asked, her voice reedy, quavering.

"FBI," I answered, holding up my badge. "I'm Agent Baxter. Please open your door, ma'am." It wasn't a lie. I was an FBI agent.

The old woman cracked the door open, the chain still in place, and peered at my badge. "What can I do for you?" she asked, a little nervous as she unhooked the chain. "Is something wrong?"

"It's very routine," I told her, giving her the friendly smile I always used to reassure someone. Even the most law-abiding person is unnerved by the FBI showing up so late.

"Oh, okay," she said.

"May I come in?"

She nodded her head and motioned me in.

Once inside, I whispered a word and I caught her as she fell asleep. I carried the old woman to her bedroom and set her on her bed. The Yashen spell would keep her unconscious until around noon tomorrow. When she woke up, she wouldn't remember a thing.

Her apartment gave the perfect vantage on the Willard Intercontinental's entrance. I went back to the hallway and retrieved my gun case. I took a deep breath, then began assembling my H&K PSG1 sniper rifle. The PSG1 was the perfect sniper's weapon, powerful and precise. The Germans designed it for use in hostage situations after the Munich Games.

I had a lot of experience with it.

For seven years I had been a sniper with the FBI's Hostage Rescue Team, our version of the SWAT.

Once my rifle was assembled, I walked carefully to the window, concentrated, and whispered, "Ashan."

The spell created an illusion in front of the window. From the outside, it would still look like the window was closed and the shades were drawn. The spell was one of the many powers I gained when I sold my soul to the Devil along with the other Patriots last week.

Noel Heinrich was right. This was the only way to save America. To save the world. I loved my Country too much to watch it become enslaved by Mark Glassner and his whore.

I opened the drapes and the window, and then set up my tripod and rifle. In the morning, the Tyrant, Mark Glassner, would step out of the hotel, and I would put a bullet in his brain.

I grabbed my pack and pulled out the CB radio. Mark controlled the NSA, and cell phones were too easily traced by them. I keyed up the CB, "19Q321, traffic is just fine in D.C." It was the code that I was in position. There would be no answer. Headquarters was monitoring the frequency, but they would never transmit. CBs were too easy to direction find. "Over."

I sat on a cushioned ottoman and watched the hotel. On its roof, I could see the counter-snipers, soldiers with their own sniper rifles, scanning the neighboring buildings for someone like me. I laughed. With the illusion in place they could never see me.

"KK254, the Brooklyn Bridge is traffic free," a woman's voice crackled over the CB. "Over."

I smiled. Sheila Robbins was in place to assassinate Mary. If all went well tomorrow, the world would be free of the Tyrants.

Noel Heinrich - Philadelphia, PA

"They're in place," I reported to the other Patriots waiting in the living room of my former FBI mentor Wyatt Kirby. He was the man I turned to when Mark and Mary, those fucking monsters, set me free of their powers. He was the man who helped me recruit the two dozen individuals, all law enforcement or intelligence agents, to join the fight. They were all patriots who realized that a stand had to be taken.

"The spells worked?" asked Davin Ellery. He was a heavy-set, Black man.

"They worked," I grinned back. "Jarrod and Sheila wouldn't have broadcast their messages. Come morning, Mark and Mary will be dead and we can set to right the country. Make it better."

They nodded.

"And if they don't die?" asked Arron Knaggs.

I fixed Arron with a hard look. "Then we shed more blood." My gaze snapped over to Marissa Jamison. "Is the manifesto ready? I want it published the moment we take the shots."

"The server's set up. I've routed it through the TOR network. They won't be able to trace it."

I smiled, looking at the fellow patriots. "Whether we live or fail, let the world know we've declared war on the Tyrants and their Theocracy."

And Chasity, my love, you will be avenged.

With hearts full of hatred, the blind attacked their very Savior!

--The Second Book of Vivian 3:1

Monday, October 7th, 2013 - Mary Glassner - The Dreamscape

I threw a punch at Mark's face. He caught my wrist easily.

"He's bigger than me, so how am I supposed to fight him?" I demanded angrily of Azrael.

Ever since I took the Mother Superior's Gift and my mother gave hers to Mark, we could summon Azrael, the Angel of Death, to train us. We could also form a shared dreamscape thanks to how tightly bound our souls were. For the last week, we explored it. Now we were using it to learn to fight so that we could defend ourselves if we ended up in another bad situation.

When Mark was captured by Brandon, he had the strength to fight better than the soldiers who captured him, but he had no idea how to do it. His punches were clumsy. They were easily able to subdue him. He was determined not to let that happen again.

But it was so frustrating. Mark picked it all up effortlessly, thanks to his Gift, while I had to struggle to learn just the basics. The Gift was so sexist! Why did Mark get cool fighting powers? He got to summon a sword and armor and look absolutely badass when he's fighting. All I got was the degrading power of exorcism through sex. I still felt dirty from handling Brandon's cock.

Sometimes, I felt like the vile taste of his cum would never leave my lips.

"Your foes will almost always be bigger than you, Mary," Azrael replied in her musical voice. She sounded like bells ringing when she talked: tiny, tinkling bells when she was happy and deep, resonating bells when she was angry. "This is good practice."

"You're getting better, Mare," Mark said with a smile. I knew he was just saying that to be nice, and it did make me feel warm inside.

But I wasn't getting better. I felt so clumsy, like my limbs were weighted down as I struggled to move them properly. My husband moved quickly and deliberately, flowing like water despite his greater size. Unlike me, his body moved as he intended while I stumbled and flailed like a drunk chicken.

We had already been practicing for what seemed like a day. Time worked differently in the dreams, flowed slower. Mark kept referring to Inception, and he looked so shocked when I admitted to having never seen the movie. For the last week, we had spent every other night training in the dreams. It was too exhausting with my pregnancy for me to train every night.

It wasn't just physical fighting we trained. We also practiced spells, trying to figure out ways to use them in sticky situations. Wind spells to knock an opponent down, illusions to confound them, and levitating to put distance between us and our enemy. Molech's fire, we were discovering, was a great last resort, burning anyone who touched us.

I felt like I could do more with the fire, hurl it somehow, if I could just figure out how to control it better.

I also practiced my Gift, learning the Nun's prayers. I could control an enemy's Thrall--so long as they weren't bound by the Zimmah spell--transforming them into traps to be sprung on their Warlock. Or I could free the Thrall or put them into a trance and interrogate them. With Warlocks popping up all over the world, I was the only one who could exorcise them and their Thralls. By touching their cocks. So unfair.

"Let's practice shooting," I finally said, growing too frustrated with the hand-to-hand training.

I was great at shooting.

Since we were in a dream, we could shape or conjure anything we could imagine. I had been afraid of guns--they make that loud noise when they're fired--ever since I was little. But once I got used to them, I found something very satisfying about hitting the target and seeing the damage the bullet did.

I especially liked to fire at targets that resembled Brandon, aiming at his crotch.

There was power in using a gun and being in control.

Mark and I spent a few dream hours, probably only ten minutes in the waking world, firing various guns. It was satisfying and fun. I had shot a few while awake now; the bodyguards and soldiers were very accommodating, and I had been pleased to see that my training in the dream had translated into real skill in the waking world.

I switched to shooting a 9mm automatic pistol. Probably my favorite gun. I aimed at a fresh Brandon target, lining up the front and rear sights right at his crotch. I squeezed the trigger, and the gun barked and jerked upwards in my hand as it spat out bullets. The target splintered, the first few bullets striking the crotch. Then there was a jerky line going up his hip into his gut. I smirked in satisfaction.

Shooting effigies of Brandon never grew old.

"I hope you enjoy Hell, bastard!" Mark muttered.

A chill went through me. We had sold our souls to the Devil, just like Brandon had. When we die, is eternal torment going to be our reward? Mark didn't care about damnation when he sold his soul, and I had been too wrapped up in my love for him when I decided to sell mine to even think about it. I had wanted so badly to be his equal that I didn't think through my decision.

I wished Sam was back from France. She would know.

She should be on a plane right now, landing this evening at La Guardia here in New York. For the last few days, I'd been studying the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, trying to find a way out of going to Hell when we died. The book hinted at a spell that would require a child, a daughter. My hand touched my belly, the only child I would ever have. If it was a girl, there was a way that Mark could gain immortality, and since I wished to live as long as Mark, I would gain it as well.

If I, or one of the sluts who was pregnant with his child, bore a daughter, we would be able to cheat the Devil and escape our fate. Assuming we could uncover this spell.

"It's alright," Mark whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

I blinked. I hadn't realized I was displaying my emotions. But he was such a sweet man, sensing my turmoil. I closed my eyes, feeling safe in his strong arms. I knew in my heart that we'd be together forever--even in the torments of Hell. I let go of the gun--it vanished back into dreamstuff before hitting the ground--and I wiggled my ass into his hardening cock.

This was the other great benefit of the shared dream. We were sleeping hundreds of miles apart. I was in New York City, in the Waldorf-Astoria, and Mark was at the Willard Intercontinental in Washington, D.C. But that didn't matter. We could be on the far side of the world, and we were only a nap away from being together. My pussy grew hot and wet as I felt his stiff cock.

So I imagined myself naked. The comfortable training clothes I wore vanished into black motes.

Mark's arousal pressed against my naked ass. "Mmm, do you need some relief, my horny stallion?"

"Always Mare," he murmured, nuzzling my neck. "When I'm with you, I always need relief."

His words warmed my heart. He was always sweet with me, and it was one of the reasons our open relationship worked. He can be such a heartless bastard at times, treating women as things to satisfy his lusts, but never with me. Neither of us had to suppress our dark desires from each other, from the world. We were beyond morality--we were free.

Free to trust and know that our various dalliances didn't change how we felt for each other.

Suddenly we were floating weightless in a blue sky. My auburn hair fanned about my head, like the tendrils of an anemone swaying in a current. I laughed, spinning about. You could have so much fun in the dreams.

Something soft and fluffy bumped into my back, cushioning me. It was a cloud, cotton-white. I stretched out upon it, spreading my legs open. I rubbed a finger through my waxed pussy, already damp, and brought my digit to my lips and tasted my sweet, spicy flavor. Mark let out a low growl as I sucked on my finger, then he buried his face into my pussy.

"Mmm, that feels wonderful, Mark!" I groaned.

His tongue slid up my petals and flicked at my clit, while his fingers spread me open, before burying his tongue into my pussy. His hands held my thighs as I shuddered, writhing on the cotton-soft cloud. His whiskered cheeks rubbed on my labia, pleasure spilling through me.

My husband was an outstanding pussy eater.

His right hand moved from my thighs, sliding up towards my pussy. I shuddered, his tongue flicking at my clit. I squirmed and groaned, pleasure bursting through my body. Then his strong fingers reached my vulva, rubbing up and down my waxed flesh. Then he penetrated me.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, grinding so hard against his mouth as his two fingers pumped in and out of me. "Oh, Mark!"

"Naughty filly," he groaned into my snatch.

"Sooooooo naughty!"

I writhed on the cloud, enjoying his tongue and fingers. He stirred my pregnant pussy to a froth. My clit throbbed beneath his flicking tongue, his digits plunging faster and faster in and out of my depths. Throaty moans burst from my lips.

I ran my hand through his brown hair, gripping him, anchoring myself to this amazing man. His blue eyes gazed up at me from between my pale thighs. I could feel his love. I hated sleeping apart from him, but we both could control people, and were more effective separate than together.

He sucked on my clit. Hard.

"Mmm, yes, eat me, my horny stallion! Oh, hun, I'm so close! You're driving me wild!"

My orgasm built quickly. His fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. I loved the delicious friction he stirred. I shuddered. A small climax rippled through me. My nipples tingled as my body thrashed, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked on my clit.

Then he moved his mouth down, eating my pussy, his tongue sliding around his plunging fingers. He grew the small orgasm, swelling the intensity as he feasted on me. I groaned, shuddering, wiggling on the soft, pillowy clouds.

"Oh, Mark, yes," I groaned. "You're so amazing!"

I screamed out into the blue sky. Our own universe of pleasure. Another orgasm shot through me. Such pleasure screaming through my body. He was such a generous man. He deserved to be rewarded. I licked my lips, my mouth feeling so empty.

"Let me suck you!" I cried out. I wanted to make my husband feel just as amazing.

"Naughty filly," he groaned, then moved.

He spun around so easily, making his body weightless. Then he floated down towards me. I opened my mouth with eager hunger and engulfed his hard cock. I grabbed his firm ass, groping him and pulling his cock deep into my mouth.

His strong form pressed into mine. I squirmed beneath him, nipples throbbing against his abs, my thighs locked about his whiskered cheeks. He licked and nuzzled and devoured me. I twitched and groaned beneath him, squirming, the pleasure building and building in me.

I could taste the salt of his pre-cum as I bobbed my head on his dick.

"Mare," moaned Mark, groaning his appreciation into my pussy.

I sucked harder. I twisted my head, my tongue swirling about the spongy crown. I gathered his precum as he flicked and nuzzled at my clit. His fingers plunged into my pussy, stirring me up and making me moan about his dick.

Giving him such humming pleasure.

I sucked harder on his cock, savoring this excitement. My fingers dug into his meaty, muscular ass. I pulled his cock deeper into my mouth, relaxing my throat. I swallowed his cock. His thick shaft slid down my throat until his pubic hair tickled my cheeks and nose.

I took his whole cock.

"Fuck, Mare," he panted into my pussy, thrusting a third finger into my cunt. "Fuck, you are amazing."

I shuddered, sucking so hard, moaning about his dick. I massaged his shaft with my throat, swallowing and humming. Those fingers surged pleasure through me, building me towards another orgasm while I loved my husband's cock.

I drew back my head, sucking hard the entire way, until only the tip remained in my mouth. My tongue danced about the sensitive head, making him groan about my clit. Then I deep-throated him again. And again. And again.

I did it over and over, squirming beneath his muscular bulk. I fucked my mouth and throat up and down his shaft. I gave my husband the best blowjob possible. I put my all into it, wanting to give him so much rapture.

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned. "That feels amazing, Mare! My naughty filly!"

He sucked on my clit while his words shuddered through me.

I came again.

My fingers spasmed on his plunging fingers. My juices spurted out of my cunt, splashing his hungry mouth. The rapture rippled through me. I trembled beneath him, moaning so loud about his cock as the pleasure burned hot through me.

Then he grunted. Salty cum suddenly flooded my mouth. I joyfully drank my husband's seed down, enjoying the thick, salty cream. He spurted over and over, firing more and more of his spunk into my mouth, warming my belly.

I swallowed it all down with glee.

"Damn, Mare," he groaned as he fired the last blast.

I shuddered, purring around his cock as my orgasm peaked in me, my pussy spasming a final time about his fingers. I buzzed with rapture. I savored it. There was nothing better than cumming with my husband.

Then Mark pulled away, his cock popping out of my mouth. He spun about above me, and I giggled. He looked so majestic as he moved without gravity, his strong body glistening with sweat. His muscles rippled.

He was so yummy.

"You are so gorgeous," he groaned, staring down at me atop my cloud. "My goddess."

"Mmm, come here and love your goddess," I purred, holding out my arms.

He descended to me. I caught him in my embrace, arms and thighs pulling him down to my body. I savored his weight on me, his hard muscles rubbing on my soft flesh. Our lips met, kissing hard, sharing our passion. Our tongues fenced. I enjoyed my sweet, spicy flavor on his lips while my hips undulated.

Rubbing his cock against my pussy.

I broke our kiss and groaned, "Fuck me, stallion!"

"Naughty filly," he groaned and then penetrated me.

I shuddered beneath him at that wonderful joining of our flesh. My pussy engulfed his cock, embracing him. I held him tighter, my nipples rubbing against his chest as he buried to the hilt in my depths. He held there, letting me enjoy his cock, his blue eyes staring down at me.

And then he took me hard and fast, driving my ass into the cotton-soft cloud. I groaned and shuddered, my hips pumping, meeting his hard thrusts. I loved it. Dizzy pleasure raced out of my pussy to my mind, swamping over me.

"Oh, yes, Mark, fuck your naughty filly!" I moaned.

"So naughty," he groaned, thrusting so hard, so deep. His cock felt amazing inside me. "Fucking another man."

I grinned at him. "But he didn't have your cock. And he didn't know how to use it."

"Just feeding my ego."

"Oh, I don't need to do that," I groaned, my pussy clenching hard. "Your ego's bigger than the world. Mmm, my horny stallion, fuck me. Give me that real cock. Make me cum!"

"Yes!" he growled.

The bellboy had nothing on Mark. This was the cock that knew my cunt intimately. Mark had studied it greatly. He knew how to angle his thrusts to hit all the good spots inside me. To make me shudder and moan beneath him. And he was hitting them all right now.

Our bodies heaved together, our hips moving faster and faster as the ardor built between us. It was so hot, so exciting to have him in me again. I loved it. My pussy clenched as my arms hugged him so hard.

"Fuck your filly!" I panted, ripples of pleasure surging through my body. "God, I love your cock!"

"Is that all you love?" Mark asked with a boyish grin.

"No! I love everything about you!"

I pulled his face down and kissed him madly. I sucked on his lips. I reveled in the taste of him. The feel of him. My hands ran down his broad back to his tight ass. Since he got the Gift, his ass was so yummy. I loved to play with it. My hands gripped his cheeks, feeling his muscles bunch and writhe as he thrust so hard into me.

Our groins slapped together, my clit grinding hard into his pubic bone. His every thrust sparked pleasure that then burned. Mark's hand found my right breast, squeezing. He played with my nipple, sending wicked delights down to my body. He broke the kiss and bent his back so he could suck my nipple into his mouth.

The wonderful, suckling pressure drove me closer and closer to my climax.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned over and over as his lips, his cock, drove me wild. I could feel a huge orgasm building inside me. A tsunami of passion that threatened to drown me.

I couldn't wait!

Mark switched tits, engulfing my nipple. Pleasure throbbed through me while his cock pistoned rapidly in and out of my cunt. I loved it. I drank in the pleasure. His shaft rubbed on all the pleasant spots, sending more sensations to the growing orgasm-tsunami.

But I needed a little more. That wonderful moment of his seed flooding my pussy. So I licked my fingers, then spread his ass and found his asshole. I massaged the puckered ring, then slipped my fingers in and found his prostate.

"Holy shit!" Mark groaned.

He reamed his cock into me and exploded.

I loved massaging his prostate. I felt it throb beneath my rubbing fingers. I would only do it once in a while because I loved his surprised reaction. His dick always seemed to flood an extra pint of cum, all warm and sticky, inside me when I did it.

Right where it belonged.

He grunted, his cock flooding my pussy over and over, buried to the hilt in my snatch. I undulated my hips, grinding my clit on his pubic bone, the pleasure surging through me as his jizz pumped into my depths.

I erupted.

My orgasm washed through me, surging through every fiber of my being in wave after wave of rapture. I spasmed beneath my husband, holding him so tight as my pussy went wild about his dick. I groaned, shuddering, clinging to him.

"I love you!" I screamed as the torrent of passion overwhelmed me.

He held me. He loved me. I groaned, shuddering in his embrace. As my rapture receded, I reveled in the feel of Mark's strong arms holding me, his face nuzzling my neck. He kissed and sucked at my neck, making me tremble.

We cuddled on that cloud for what seemed an eternity, my husband inside me, our lips gently kissing each other, loving each other. We didn't talk--we were beyond words--and just enjoyed each other's presence.

Slowly, I drifted away.

When I woke up, I was in the Waldorf-Astoria. The very suite Mark and I had stayed at the first time we came to New York. I smiled, remembering our first night, and the wild foursome we had with Rachel and Leah in this very bed. Xiu was snuggled up against me, the busty Asian slut's tits pressed into my back. Jessica's caramel face was inches from mine. She looked so peaceful as she slept. I closed the distance, and kissed her on the lips.

Her brown eyes opened and she smiled. "Good morning, Mistress."

Xiu Liu

The movement jostled me awake. I shivered, my big breasts pressed into Mistress's back. I snuggled into her, nuzzling at her neck. Sleepily, I murmured, "Morning, Mistress."

"Morning," Mistress purred.

She turned over, her auburn hair caressing my face. Then her fingers grabbed my nipple jewelry. I had a pair of pink butterflies dangling on a silver chain from each barbell piercing my nipples. She gave the left one a hard, painful tug.

Pain flared as my nipple stretched.

Delight shuddered through me.

I gasped in delight, drinking in the agony as she stretched out my nipple. I was a masochist, and nothing got me wetter than having my nipple piercings painfully pulled. And twisted. And stretched. And abused.

Mistress made me so wet.

"I have to pee," Mistress purred, staring into my eyes as she tugged again.

My pussy clenched.

Then she released my nipple and I threw back the covers. I didn't have to be told twice. It was so humiliating to have to drink piss, which only made my pussy wetter. Degradation was almost as wonderful as pain.

I was so fucked up and glad I found Master and Mistress to abuse me. It was why I stayed when they freed me.

I settled between Mistress's pale thighs, staring at her waxed pussy. She had that cute, fiery heart of pubic hair adorning her crotch. I licked my lips, then leaned down, nuzzling my lips into her pussy, tasting her sweet, spicy musk.

My mouth latched onto her urethra.

Mistress relaxed and, sighing, pissed into her mouth. I shuddered, the acrid piss splashing against my gullet. It washed over my tongue and made me feel like such a disgusting slut. I swallowed the bitter drink, so strong after a night's sleep, and gulped down more.​