1. The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 11: Lazy Saturday Morning


    Date: 10/31/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blackmail, Cuckold, Cum Swallowing, Male/Female, Males / Female, Mind Control, Wife, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 70.6, Source: sexstories.com

    head back, hand clamped over her mouth. Her tit bounced free of her robe, my hand massaging the heavy melon. I thrust into her, letting her cooch suck the cum right out of my balls in three, mighty blasts. “Damn!” she panted as I pulled out. I gave her ass a slap. “Goddamn!” Ernest glanced at his wife, smiling. “Eh, cupcake. Your tit's hanging out.” She smiled at him, and tucked her tit away. “I love that robe, cupcake. But don't you think it's a li'l...revealin' to wear in front of Mindy?” “She's a big girl now,” Tara answered. “I like this robe. It makes me feel all sexy!” “You look sexy,” he smiled. “You know, Mindy's gonna be gone awhile.” “What are you suggestin', Ernest Taylor?” “We haven't messed 'round in the kitchen in coons age.” An idea popped into my head. I touched her ass, and whispered. “Go suck his pecker.” “Want me to give you a hummer?” Tara asked, untying the belt of her robe. “You read my mind, cupcake.” Her robe slipped to the floor, her thighs sticky with her pussy cream. Lust burned in Ernest's green eyes as she knelt on the linoleum floor, her ass wiggling at me. My pecker hardened faster than you could yell flash. She untied his robe and pulled his squat dick out his boxers. She licked up him like a cat, purring as she swirled her tongue around his tip. I knelt behind her, lifted her hips up so her ass was a little higher, than spread her cheeks. Her husband had his head thrown back, his fingers stroking her white-gold hair. She engulfed him; he ...
    grunted. I shoved my pecker into her cornhole. “Jesus Christ!” Ernest moaned. “You ain't never suck so hard! I don't know what's gotten into you, but I love it!” Just a little Ghost pecker up her ass! She moaned like a weed whacker around her husband's pecker. I pounded her ass, her cheeks jiggling as I buried inside her. Ernest had his eyes closed, oblivious to how much of a whore his wife was. I could tell how much she loved being my slut. Her ass kept shoving back, and she squeezed her cornhole down hard. She was hot, wonderfully tight, and felt like rough velvet on my cock. “Keep sucking, cupcake!” he groaned. “I love your mouth! Keep doing that!” She popped her mouth off his pecker, threw a smile over her shoulder, then purred, “I love your cock!” I pounded her harder, and she gave a moan of appreciation. I knew whose pecker she loved. She slurped her husband's back into her mouth. I reveled in the depravity of it. This was even more exciting. He had no idea his wife was enjoying another pecker up her ass. She was as tight as a virgin, and I reckon I'm the first to cornhole her. My heavy balls slapped into her cunt, churning the cum inside. I clenched my teeth, fighting off my own grunts and pants. I snorted through my nose, gripped her hips, and plunged faster and faster into her virgin sheath. “Oh cupcake, I love you,” he moaned. Her mouth popped up; she looked up at her husband, while my pecker fucked her ass, and answered, “I love you, too, honey!” My balls erupted. She ...
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