The Devil's Pact Pt. 19

And it worked.

When I woke up this morning, Antsy was a horny minx. She fucked Travis and ate me out. But she wasn't satisfied with the results. She had this urge, thanks to the Avvah prayer, to find the right person to fuck--her brother, Mark Glassner.

Mark was a Warlock--a man who had made a pact with the Adversary, selling his soul for three wishes--terrorizing the Pacific Northwest. He made the news most nights. He went from a terrorist causing people to obey him thanks to "gas," the only explanation people could come up with for his mind control powers, to now viewing him as an innocent man wrongfully persecuted by the FBI.

He was the boldest Warlock I had ever seen. He had to be stopped. My fellow nun, Sister Louise, had tried. But she hadn't known there was a second Warlock named Mary. It disgusted me that the Warlock had the same name as one of my daughters. Sister Louise was captured or dead. And even worse, Mark and Mary had access to an actual demon--Lilith.

That was why I needed Antsy. She would fuck Mark and form a bond with him. Neither would ever desire another person again. It was cruel to do to Antsy, but it would split Mark and Mary apart, making the pair of Warlocks easier to deal with.

The phone rang again. It was so loud. After a week of partying with Antsy, I was ready for a good night sleep. Thanks to her need to be with Mark and how unfulfilling sex with others now was, she didn't go out tonight.

"Sorry," Antsy muttered as she sat up in the other hotel bed. She reached out and snatched her phone off the nightstand where it was charging. "It's my stupid brother. Ugg, I don't want to talk to him."

Her finger was moving to hang up. I couldn't let her do that. She needed to get together with her brother. I didn't like doing this, but it was the only way. So I shouted, "Wait."

"What?" Antsy asked, her finger stopped above the phone.

"It's late," I said, trying to think of a reason to get her to answer the phone. "It...it...must be important. Yeah, important. People only call in the middle of the night when it's life and death."

"I guess," Antsy said, rolling her eyes. She rolled out of bed and stretched her naked body. "Hey bro."

I couldn't hear what her despicable brother said, but a look of stunned disbelief crossed Antsy's face. And then, in the quavering voice of a little girl, she whispered, "He's dead?"

Her legs gave out beneath her. Antsy stumbled into the side of the bed before falling upon the mattress. Her eyes were wide with pain, a tear trickling down her cheek. She noticed me staring and turned away, trying to hide as her brother talked to her.

Her aura went from silver, the color of a normal person, to black, the color of a person under a Warlock's power. Her brother had just given her a command, exerting his mind control over her. It wasn't much control, his hold wouldn't last long. Odds were she would have done whatever he asked without him controlling her. I judged her aura would be silver again by tomorrow afternoon.

"I'll be on the plane," Antsy repeated to her brother. "Tomorrow morning at 7:55 AM, American Airlines." Antsy swallowed. "Mark, how's Mom doing?" She paused, listening. "Okay, okay, we'll talk when I land." Another pause. "I love you, too, Mark." And then she hung up.

"My daddy's dead," Antsy said in her quivering, little girl's voice. Her face contorted in pain and then the sobs overtook her.

The mother in me took over. I rushed to her bed and wrapped my arms around her. What had happened? "I'm so sorry, sweetie?"

I held the girl to my chest and rocked her gently as she sobbed her heart out.

Chapter Four

And then did our great and loving God know his mother's flesh. They were united once more. From her sprang the strength and devotion of His followers.

--First Book of Vivian 21:34

Sandra "Sandy" Glassner -- South Hill, WA

"Shit," Mark said, and I jumped in Mary's embrace.

I was so enchanted by my son's fiancee, I forgot Mark was sitting next to me. What was wrong with me? Ever since Betty, I was starting to wonder if I was a lesbian. And here I was panting after my future daughter-in-law. The fact I just killed my abusive husband barely register in my mind. All that seemed to matter was Mary and her beautiful, wicked smile.

"There's an emergency at my rental property," Mark answered.

"You have a rental property?" I asked in complete confusion. He was a vacuum-cleaner salesman. Since when did he own a rental property?

"I invested in real estate with some of my poker winnings," Mark answered. He did mention that in the phone call. Those darn FBI agents almost had me believing my good boy was a bank robber and a rapist.

My eyes were drawn back to Mary. She had the deepest, green eyes that twinkled naughtily.

Get a hold of yourself, Sandy. But Mary was just so desirable. I wanted to kiss her lips so badly.

"There's a burst pipe. I got to take care of this. I'm really sorry," Mark finished.

"Oh, okay," I absently said, staring into Mary's eyes. My hand caressed something warm. It took me a moment to realize I was rubbing Mary's beautiful thigh. Her jean skirt was so short, so inviting. I was reacting just like I had when I talked to Mary on the phone a few days ago.

I couldn't believe that I started masturbating during that conversation.

"I'm sure Mary and I will find something pleasant to do." Why did I say that? I needed to take a cold shower. I needed to get out of this itchy housecoat and show Mary my body.

"I'm sure we will, Sandy," Mary said with a throaty laugh.

Was she flirting back?

How did this happen to me?

I must be a lesbian. When I started the affair with Betty a few years ago, I thought it was just a fluke. David may have always been an abusive prick, but he was a passionate lover. And I enjoyed our lovemaking. But his drinking had grown so badly he had trouble getting erect any longer.

I had grown so horny and then Betty moved back in with her parents.

She was so beautiful, with that mocha-cream skin and her enchanting, blue eyes. Her mixed-race heritage made her so exotic. Her father was half-black himself, and her mom was a Norwegian beauty. The combination produced a stunningly beautiful girl. I had gone months without making love to David when I realized Betty was flirting with me.

I was so horny and masturbation wasn't cutting it any longer. I had even considered taking a lover, but I just couldn't bring myself to break my marriage vows. But Betty was a woman, I told myself. It wasn't really cheating with her. I didn't even think I was a lesbian after our first time.

It was pleasant, not as good as a man, but fun. And I felt I had kept my vows.

It was only sex if a man's penis went into your vagina. President Clinton had said. So, you couldn't really have sex with a woman. Therefore it was just fun, not adultery. Maybe homosexuality was a sin, but I wasn't an adulteress. That was what I told myself. Mark and Samantha always wanted me to leave David, but I swore a vow before god.

Until death I swore, and that's how it ended.

I could still feel the shotgun in my hands, how hard I had to squeeze the trigger, the roar it made, and how much it hurt when the stock bucked into my shoulder.

Mary's enchanting presence drowned out the guilt over killing David. When I shot him, I was sure he was going to go kill Betty. The sweet girl had fled when David caught us in bed, and this mad thought entered my mind that he was going to hurt her. I couldn't let him do that. And...and it was easy. He had hurt me so badly before I didn't even hesitate to kill my husband.

"What should we do?" Mary asked, scooting a little closer. Her flowery perfume filled my nose, an intoxicating fragrance.

I couldn't help but slid my hand higher up her thigh, nearing that short, enticing skirt and what was hiding underneath. I was such a horrible mother. I wanted to seduce my son's fiancee. But that didn't stop me from sliding my hand higher and higher. Her thigh was silky smooth and warm.

"I would like to get to know my future daughter-in-law better," I husked like a wanton trollop. I was a good, god-fearing woman. So why was I doing this? Betty was bad enough, but Mary was almost my daughter-in-law.

Was that why I was so wet? Mary was the same age as my daughter Samantha. No, that couldn't be it. Mary and Samantha were so different. Samantha had raven-black hair, not the enticing auburn of Mary, nor did she have Mary's enchanting, green eyes. Or her delicious lips.

It took me a moment to realize that I had leaned over and captured those red lips with my own, hungrily nibbling at Mary's lower lip. Dismay filled me even as I kissed her harder. Mary would think her future mother-in-law was some sort of lesbian hussy.

And then she kissed me back. Delight filled me as those soft lips worked against mine. A hot fire rushed through me. My son's fiancee was kissing me, her tongue lightly pressing against my lips, wanting to bury inside my mouth.

My lips parted I let her in.

Mary moaned into our kiss as her hands unknotted the ties of my housecoat. The scratchy fabric slid off my hard nipples, shooting delicious tingles to my wet pussy. I shuddered and groaned into her sweet kiss as my naked body was revealed to her.

This was so wrong. How could I do this to Mark? He was my good boy. How could I betray him like this? How could Mary betray him?

For a moment, anger surged in me. How could this hussy allow her fiancee's mother to seduce her? She wasn't even putting up a fight. She was into kissing me. I was about to break the kiss and lay into her for cheating on my son.

And then her hand caressed my hard nipple. I shivered as her fingers were deft and gentle as they rolled the hard nub. All resistance fled me. I was a lesbian. I was a slave to my desires. And I desired Mary so much.

Eternity seemed to pass as we kissed on the couch, her hands exploring my body. She touched me everywhere, my face, my throat, my stomach, my thighs. My wet pussy. My achingly wet and naughty pussy.

No, it was my hungry, lesbian cunt.

I shuddered on Mary's fingers when she slipped inside my hungry hole. Mary's thumb rubbed my clit in small circles, coaxing an orgasm out of me. Pleasure rippled through my body. It was so wonderful. My body was on fire. Mary knew how to please a woman.

I gasped into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue, as she fingered me slowly and gently until I couldn't take the pleasure any longer.

"I need to taste you," I panted as I broke the kiss. "Please.

Mary smiled as she sucked her fingers clean of my pussy, savoring my flavor. "I want nothing more, Sandy."

My heart beat so fast as she stood up.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I led Sandy away from the couch. She was a gorgeous woman. I would make love to this beautiful creature in the very bed I shared with her son. That thought sent a naughty thrill through my body. My pussy clenched. And then Mark would fuck her. Tonight, Mark would cross the same taboo lines I already had.

We climbed the stairs in silence, both of us burning with passion. She followed me with eager excitement as I led her into the master bedroom and to my bed. I pushed her back on the bed, letting her body spread out. She was gorgeous.

Sandy's eyes burned as I undressed. She licked her lips, hungry for my body. She was no stranger to a woman's touch. I could feel it. Mark really did not know his mother at all. She was a woman that burned with passions just beneath her calm surface.

Sandy gasped as I revealed my small, perky breasts covered in freckles. I rolled a dusky nipple while Sandy undulated on the bed. I winked at her as I wiggled out of my tight jean skirt, unveiling my waxed pussy. My fingers stroked the heart sculpted from my pubic hair decorated my pudenda.

"You look so innocent and young," Sandy moaned, "until I look in your eyes."

"What do you see?" I purred.

"Hunger."

I licked my lips and nodded. "I am very hungry for you."

I knew she wanted to taste me, but I just couldn't resist sliding between her thighs and pressing my face into her bushy, brown pubic hair. Her curls were matted with her excitement. My tongue licked through her silky folds, and Sandy shuddered, arching her back.

"Yes," she moaned as she grabbed her nipple. She pinched it hard as my tongue slid through her pussy.

I loved the spicy, tart flavor of my future mother-in-law's pussy. My tongue licked her everywhere. I caressed her labia, teased her clit, and probed her hole. Sandy gasped and shuddered as I devoured her. She had such a beautiful voice. I moaned into her snatch as I nibbled on her pussy lips.

This was so hot. I was eating my fiance's mother out. I was such a wicked girl. My tongue wiggled deeper into her depths. Sandy moaned and humped as she pulled on her nipples, savoring the pleasure I gave her.

"Mmm, eat my pussy, Mary," Sandy moaned. "Yes, yes, eat me! You are making me cum, sweet Mary! Yes, yes! Keep doing what you are doing! Oh, wow! Wow!"

Sandy let go of her nipples as she bucked into my hungry mouth. Her fingers seized the sheets with an iron grip as she writhed on the bed. I moved up and let my tongue flick at her clit as I shoved a pair of fingers in and out of her cumming pussy.

She was a firecracker. She came so easily.

Sandy's pussy spasmed about my fingers. I fucked them in and out faster and faster. I loved the way her naughty hole clenched and relaxed on my fingers. My tongue assaulted her clit, swirling about her pearl before I sucked it into my mouth.

My future mother-in-law gasped and bucked on the bed as I nibbled on her clit. I pressed my lips against her as she came harder and harder. My fingers curled inside her pussy. I caressed along the tops of her pussy wall, searching for that special spot.

"Yes, yes!" Sandy moaned as I found her G-spot. "Oh, fuck yes!"

"You like that?" I hissed as I caressed the bundle of nerves.

"I do," she gasped as her body heaved. "I'm just a lesbian whore. I love it. Finger me. Fuck me. Eat my pussy. Make me cum."

"Gladly," I moaned and sucked her clit back between my lips.

The bed creaked as she thrashed. I wanted to give my future mother-in-law as much pleasure as I could. I kept tonguing her clit and fingering her G-spot until Sandy fell back in a heap, her breasts heaving, her body wrung out of pleasure.

"Darn," she muttered. "That was amazing."

"It was," I agreed, licking my lips. "I'm glad I could pleasure you, Sandy."

Her fingers grasped my auburn hair and pulled me up her body. "Mmm, let me taste myself on your lips."

I crawled up Sandy's body, my face sticky with her juices. My breasts dragged across her flat stomach. She had a perfect stomach, only slightly marred with a few stretch marks from her two pregnancies.

I gasped as our nipples kissed right before my lips met hers. Sandy moaned, her tongue flicking along my lips, savoring her flavor. She loved the taste of pussy. Her kiss grew hotter. I knew what she wanted.

She had to taste my pussy.

I was more than willing to give Sandy a taste of my snatch. I kept crawling up her body, smearing my pussy up her stomach to her breasts. I was so wet, my body trembling with desire. I needed to cum so hard.

"That is beautiful," Sandy moaned as my pussy hovered above her lips. "You're so tight and wet. I love your shaved pussy. It's so cute." Her lips pressed against my pussy and I let out a moan. Sandy purred, "You taste so sweet and spicy. What a wonderful ambrosia."

"You can drink your fill," I panted as I rubbed my clit on her face.

Sandy moaned her delight as her tongue played with my aching clit. She flicked my nub back and forth and brought such wicked moans from my mouth. Her hands gripped my plump ass, kneading me and pulling me down hard on her lips

"Sandy," I panted. "Oh, yes, you know how to eat pussy."

"I do," Sandy purred. "I love it. You are delicious."

Her tongue slid through my slit, exploring my folds. I shuddered as her tongue nimbly caressed my pussy before she found the entrance to my sheath. I gasped, squeezing my tits, as she thrust her tongue into my depths like a mini-cock.

"Fuck my cunt, Sandy," I groaned as she worked her tongue in and out. Her fingers tightened on my ass.

I squirmed on her face as the pleasure swelled in my core. My fingers pinched my nipples as she devoured me. I loved the wet sound of her tongue sliding through my pussy and her excited moans as she savored every bit of my flesh.

"Mmm, Sandy, your tongue is amazing," I purred.

I gasped in delight as her finger teased my asshole, caressing my puckered sphincter. My cunt clenched about her probing tongue. Her finger went deeper and deeper into my asshole. I groaned and shuddered in delight.

"I love anal sex," I gasped.

"Me, too," Sandy moaned. "David always fucked me up the ass when we were younger. And Bet...my lover and I indulged. Once, I fucked my lover in the ass with a carrot. I washed it and used it in a dinner I fed David."

"You wicked slut," I gasped, picturing Sandy and her lover, I suspected Betty, gasping on the bed as Sandy worked the carrot out of her lover's ass. "Oh, you are an amazing mother-in-law."

Sandy's finger probed deeper into my bowels. Her tongue wiggled into my pussy. My hips twitched from side to side as the pleasure washed through me. Sandy captured my clit with her mouth, sucking hard as she fucked my ass faster.

"Fuck yes!" I moaned, rubbing my cunt on her lips. My orgasm swelled in my depths. "Eat my cunt, oh fuck yes! You're so good! Mmm, yes! I'm gonna cream your face! Yes, yes, oh fucking yes! Here it comes, Sandy! Here comes my cream!"

My ass clenched on her finger as my orgasm exploded through my body. Sandy moaned as she drank down my juices flooding into her mouth. I writhed on her lips as the pleasure slammed through me. I pulled my nipples hard, adding more sensations to the bliss shooting through me.

Sandy nibbled on my clit, prolonging my bliss. I ground my pussy hard on her face as my body trembled. She was so good at eating pussy. The bed creaked beneath us as I screamed out my pleasure. Delight burned through me. My mind drowned in bliss.

I rolled off of her and lay panting beside Sandy on the bed. "Wow, you are the best mother-in-law ever."

"I guess so," Sandy groaned, licking her lips stained with my juices.

* * *

Sandra "Sandy" Glassner

"Damn," Mary moaned before turning about to snuggle up against me. "Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?"

"I...I..." started to say, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell her about my lesbian affair. I was too ashamed of it. I was a married woman. A Christian, and I let myself descend into such sin.

And now I had done even worse.

"Was it Betty?" Mary asked perceptively. "Was that who your husband caught you with?"

I froze for a moment. My lips didn't want to move. But Mary knew the truth. I just made love to her. I knew how to please a woman. If I could admit it to anyone, it was Mary. It was easier than admitting it to my daughter when she caught Betty and me last year.

"Yes," I answered. "Betty and I were lovers."

The guilt and grief and shame burst inside of me as I finally admitted it out loud. I was...a lesbian. I don't know how it happened. It just did. My tears fell down my cheeks as I sobbed. My body shook as I clutched myself.

Then Mary hugged me. Her perky breasts pressed up against mine.

"He was going to hurt her," I cried. "I couldn't let him. She was so innocent. He should have just beat me like he always did. But not her. He couldn't hurt her."

"Shhh," Mary soothed as she held me. "It's okay. He'll never hurt anyone. Mark told me about him. He was an asshole. Don't waste your grief on him, okay."