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The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 7: Bitter

Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Female/Female, Incest, Male / Females, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

laughed the Ghost. “I didn't ask if Ursula was fingerin' your cornhole.” “Sorry,” I panted, struggling to think. Ursula let out a surprised sequel. The ghost pinned her to the door frame. Her legs wrapped around thin air, her pussy gaping up as his cock slammed into her. I knelt down, my eyes wide as I watched her pink tunnel stretch around nothing. I could see how deep he was penetrating, her tunnel collapsing as he drew back. “Fuck, that's hot,” I panted. Gabriella pressed her lithe body against mine, smiling as she watched her parents fuck. “What did you two sluts want to ask me?” grunted the Ghost. “If you're fixin' to be fucked, I'm always glad to shove my pecker up your cheerleader cooches.” “We wanna get married,” moaned Ursula, humping her hips. “We want you to marry us, Ghost.” He paused. “What's that? But you're both women?” “So?” Ursula asked. “We love each other as much as we love you. We wanna show the Cult how deep we care for each other.” “Oh, that's so wonderful,” gasped Gabriella. “Then Momma-Marybeth will be my real momma, too.” “Yep,” I smiled, nuzzling my soon-to-be step-daughter's lips. She kissed like her mother. “I reckon that's fine,” the Ghost shrugged, his hips slamming harder. “So long as I get to fuck both you purtee brides.” “Of course, Ghost,” I laughed. “We wouldn't want it—” The explosion rocked the house. Women shouted. Glass rattled. Shelves crashed. Gabriella clung to me as she shrieked in terror. Green light burst outside, flooding through ... the window. The shield wavered, rippling like a tidal wave had shot through it. “What was that?” the Ghost grunted, pulling out of Ursula. “I don't know!” she gasped. “Outside!” Deidre shouted above the rest. “We need to strengthen the shield! They hit us with more than artillery!” My heart thudding, I pried Gabriella off of me and followed Ursula and the rest of the women outside. The shield looked weaker. Not as green. I shuddered; not as thick. I clutched my chest in fear. An Asian woman stood at the perimeter, studying the shield. Another woman, her hair dyed half blue and half pink, stood nearby and seemed to be writing notes. “That's the Vizier,” Carla shouted. “The Theocracy has arrived in force.” I swallowed. “We can hold, right? We can hold for months and out last them?” Deidre stared at the shield. “We can hold, right?” I demanded, seizing her arm. “We can,” she nodded. “Let's strengthen the shield.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sheriff Caleb Barends “That is so interesting,” Sam smiled, walking back to the command tent. I scowled at the Asian woman. “You failed.” “I did,” she nodded, still smiling. “But I learned so much. It's far stronger than I thought. And they are already strengthening it.” “By fucking?” I glanced back at the orgy of women writhing on the mattress they left out. “Yes. They are gathering immense energy through their orgy, and they're channeling it back into the shield.” “Can you bring it down?” I wanted this to be over. I wanted my sluts back. ...