The Devil's Pact Pt. 25

"Do it. Have fun!"

"Yes." My eyes squeezed shut, and my bowels clenched on his dick.

I came.

It was such a wicked delight cumming on a dick fucking my ass. I bucked on the couch, writhing into his thrusts. The pleasure rippled out of my asshole and pussy at the same time. My stomach muscles clenched, my back arching and my tits bouncing. Juices gushed out of my pussy and splattered his stomach.

"Fucking slut!" he groaned. "You want my cum, slut?"

"Yes, please cum in my slutty ass," I moaned, the world spinning around me.

"Here it comes, bitch!" he grunted and then I could feel his warm, hot cum flooding my ass.

I shuddered, loving every blast flooding my asshole. Now I truly was a slut. A wild, wanton blonde. I heaved and groaned. I sucked in deep breaths as my orgasm peaked through me. Then I collapsed on the couch.

"Wow," I panted.

He grunted and pulled out of me. Then he grabbed my head and shoved his dirty dick into my mouth. "Clean me, bitch! Clean your dirty, slutty ass off my dick."

His cock tasted sour as I sucked on it. Never in a million years would that drab brunette think about sucking a cock that had just been up her ass. Hell, that drab brunette never would have let a cock up there to begin with. Or a second cock. Already another guy pushed his cock into my well lubed ass, sliding in far easier than the first.

I sucked so hard on the dirty cock. I savored the flavor of my ass.

"Let me fuck that pussy," a guy said.

"I'm fucking her ass!"

"So? We can do her together."

Together? A cock in both holes? Was that possible? Could a person have that much fun?

Before I could answer, the guys made the decision for me. I was pulled into a guy's lap, the dick in my ass popping out. The guy guided my hips and impaled me on his dick. The other guy spread my asscheeks, found my tight asshole, and slid in again.

I was so full of cock I thought I would burst. "Leah!" I screamed. "Oh, my god. Two cocks."

"You fucking slut!" she laughed.

As I started to pump my hips, enjoying both cocks stuffing my holes, I learned that a blonde could have so much fun.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

Two identical faces pressed together nestled between my thighs. Mandy and Tandy licked and nuzzled at the folds of my pussy. I shuddered as both girls worshiped me, their tongue swirling through my flesh and brushing each other.

Mark and Sam, on a well-deserved break from her translations, moved behind the sluts. Sam wore my dildo strapped to her waist. She was excited, stroking the purple sex toy like it were a real cock. Did she imagine it was? Often when I used the strap-on on a slut, I relieved the afternoon early this week when Lilith gave me a cock. The wonderful delight of a thick, throbbing shaft slamming into tight cunt.

I had fucked all our sluts with my girl-cock, cumming in their holes. It was almost the best...

I shoved my desires down. I couldn't get caught up in them. Lilith gave me the cock to ruin my relationship with Mark. I didn't need a cock. I was happy being a woman. I focused on the tongues licking through my pussy, savoring the shuddering pleasure

"Yes," both twins squealed together as Mark and Sam plowed into their cunts hard.

"Fuck them," I moaned, undulating my hips. My eyes flicked from Mark then Sam, savoring the vigor they fucked the sluts. Sam's small tits bounced and jiggled while Mark had that boyish grin I loved plastered on his face. "Fuck them hard."

"Yes," growled Mark. He smacked Tandy's ass, the twin he fucked. "Eat my filly. Make her cum, sluts."

"Yes, make Mistress cum," panted Sam.

Her glasses slipped on her small nose as she pounded them hard. Her strokes were faster than Mark's. Sam closed her eyes, gripping Mandy's hips hard as she pounded the twin. Both girls moaned as they devoured my pussy, their bodies shuddering. The slap of flesh filled our suite.

One of the twins licked my clit while the other fucked her tongue into my pussy. I groaned, savoring the debauchery of our vacation. I humped and undulated, the pleasure swelling through me as I ran my hair through identical, blonde curls.

"Eat my snatch, sluts," I panted. "Oh, yes. Devour me. I want to drench your faces in my pussy juices."

"Oh, yes," Mandy moaned. "Oh, yes, drench us."

"Uh-huh," agreed her sister between licks of my clit.

I squirmed and groaned. The pleasure swelled in my pussy. Every lick and flick of their tongues sent a rush of delight through me. My toes curled and my fingers tightened in their blonde curls. Tandy's lips locked onto my clit, sucking hard, while Mandy flicked her tongue through my folds, teasing me with exquisite delight.

Mark grunted, his strokes growing faster. Beside him, Sam trembled, cumming already from fucking Mandy's cunt. Her strokes grew erratic. Her breasts jiggled. Her moans echoed through the room as she experienced her first orgasm fucking a slut with a strap-on.

"It's wonderful, isn't it, slut?" I purred.

"Yes, Mistress," moaned Sam. "So wonderful. Oh, wow, this is so hot."

"Keep fucking Mandy. Make her cum on your dildo."

"Yes," Mandy moaned.

Tandy squealed about my clit. The girl shuddered and came on Mark's cock. His smile grew as her pussy massaged his dick. Her hums made my clit throb. It shot pleasure into the depths of my pussy. I groaned and trembled.

"Shit," I gasped as my orgasm burst through me.

My pussy convulsed. The powerful contractions squirted my juices across the twin's face. I groaned and writhed, embracing the bliss of my orgasm. I stared up at the ceiling as my back arched. The world fuzzed to a point for a moment. The pleasure rushed through me.

"You wonderful sluts," I groaned. "Yes, yes."

"You drenched their faces," laughed Mark. "Fuck that's hot."

"So hot," moaned Sam.

My legs writhed, my heels sliding across the silk sheets. I panted and shuddered again, another, smaller orgasm rippling through me as the twins kept licking and sucking me. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure rushed through me.

"Oh, yes," Mandy moaned. "Oh, wow. That's amazing. I'm cumming, Sam."

"Yes," the slut moaned, her voice thick with pride. She savored making another woman cum.

It was a wonderful thrill.

"Damn," Mark grunted. His body tensed. He slammed his dick into Tandy's cunt and flooded her with his cum.

I hoped he bred her. I hoped he bred them both. Now that would be a wonderful thing to behold, both girls with their pregnant bellies pressed together as they kissed each other. The image burned hot through my mind.

Another orgasm burst through me.

Chapter Five

But Saint Leah drove the Living God's limousine. She loved our God with all her heart. She would would not let him fall to the false god's forces. But Brandon the False had gathered a mighty force, and the city of Tacoma fell swiftly under his power.

--First Book of Vivian 18:10-11

Sunday, June 23rd, 2013 -- Rachel Goldstein-Blum

I kissed Leah as the surrounding men cheered us on.

I had no idea where we were. After having our fill of the club, we left with some of the guys we met. They took us to a loft. Every single one of my holes was stuffed with cum, the salty flavor of cum thick on my tongue.

I lay atop Leah, her legs wrapped around my waist as our clits rubbed together. It was almost like I fucked her. I savored my pussy grinding hers. Leah's hands roamed up and down my back, her fingers tracing my spine. Then she slid down to my ass, kneading my cheeks, pulling me harder into her clit. Her tongue was in my mouth, exploring me, her tongue salty with cum.

There was something so intimate about lying atop her and grinding my pussy into her. Our nipples touched. Our breasts were pressed into each other. It was similar to when Jacob lay atop me and thrust his cock inside me. Leah was that same mix of intoxication and intimacy.

It didn't matter that all these guys were watching us, cheering us on. I wasn't doing this for them, I was doing it for Leah.

"Oh, fuck!" a guy groaned as ropy cum splashed onto my back.

"You guys are some fucking nasty cunts!" another guy moaned.

Another blast of jizz splashed into my hair and on to my cheek, trickling down to my lips. Together we tasted the salty cum as we kissed. I ground my hips, pushing my pussy harder into Leah. I wanted to feel her cum on my pussy. And I wanted her to feel my pussy cum on hers.

Leah's hands pulled on my ass, griding me against her wet pussy. I didn't break the kiss as cum rained down on us. I savored it. I loved the jizz drenching us, splashing hot on my ass and back. Her hands rubbed it, massaging it into my skin.

"Christ almighty!" another guy moaned. Hot cum splashed between my legs, landing on my pussy and dripping down to Leah's cunt.

There were a dozen or more guys jerking off to us. We were the only ladies present. The redhead stayed at the club, still looking for her boyfriend. I hoped she found him, although I had no idea how she was going to explain the cum leaking out of her ass and cunt. She didn't have a husband who understood his new wife needed to have some fun on her honeymoon.

To cut loose and experience life for the first time before she went back to be his plan, drab brunette.

More cum splashed on my ass, my back, and on my sides, rolling down to my boobs. Some landed in my hair, on my face, some even landed on my feet. Cum splattered on the both of us as we writhed against each other.

Every sweet kiss of our clits brought me closer and closer to cumming. Leah moaned into our kiss, trembling beneath me. Her hips bucked into me with urgent passion. She grew near her orgasm, too. The cum drenched us, soaked us, covered our bodies. It worked between our tits, greasing our nipples. Our bodies grew sticky.

My hands massaged cum into her sides. When I breathed, I smelled salty jizz and her perfume. My pussy clenched. My clit throbbed against hers. Another blast of cum landed on the middle of my back, pooling in the crease of my spine.

Leah found it, her fingers twirling through it. I shivered at her touch and bucked harder. My clit throbbed. The guys groaned and cheered on us, exciting me. I trembled on my lover, rushing towards the plunge into my climax.

I stared into her eyes as I kissed. I read it.

We came together, bucking in each other's embrace, moaning our passion into each other's lips.

I broke the kiss, resting my forehead on hers, staring into her hazel eyes. I wallowed in the fun I was having. My bleached-blonde hair fell about our faces, matted with jizz and screening us from the men's gaze, giving us a bit of privacy.

"I love this so much," I moaned.

She grinned at me.

Part of me pictured her coming home and joining me with Jacob. I wanted it so badly. But would Leah want to give up being a blonde and go back to being a drab brunette with me? Would she be happy only having one man and one woman? And would Jacob be okay with it?

This entire weekend was a dream.

If I never met Mary, had not been swept up in the magic of her presence, I would never have stopped being that drab brunette. I never would have become the fun blonde that would let a room-full of men jerk off on her while she tribbed another woman.

I knew how much fun it could be, and I was afraid that my husband wouldn't be enough for my new desires. Had I changed too much for him? I didn't want to think those thoughts. I wanted to stare into Leah's eyes and imagine my life with her and Jacob.

We would be so happy together, a dream that could not happen.

"Look at those dykes," laughed a guy. "Damn, we drenched them."

"Uh-huh. Fuck, what a night."

I groaned. Their vulgar words ruined the moment

I rolled off Leah. "Where's my dress?" I looked around the room. Leah and I had to get going. Mary told us to be back by morning, and the sun was already lightening the horizon.

The night had passed so fast. I couldn't believe it was almost morning.

A man tossed me my dress, and I pulled it on over the cum.

"Dirty slut, you're not even going to get cleaned up?" the man asked.

I shrugged. "I'm not some drab brunette."

Leah and I made out the entire cab ride back to the Waldorf-Astoria. The cabbie had to see that we were positively dripping in cum, but he didn't say a word. The doorman at the Waldorf-Astoria gave us strange looks as we stumbled in and headed for the elevator. We had it all to ourselves this early and made out the entire ride up.

We knocked hard on the suite's door, giggling as we held onto each other.

"Looks like you two had some fun," the bodyguard on duty muttered. She was a black-haired beauty with a pair of large tits straining at the half-open blouse of her uniform.

"We did," I giggled. "Blonde's have all the fun."

"Explains why I'm on guard duty," the bodyguard said with an exaggerated sigh. "They played with a pair of twins all night. Those two were so cute. Made me wet."

"Sorry," I said, patting her cheek before I stumbled into the suite.

Leah took a quick shower and we fell asleep in each other's arms. When we awoke, it was to one of the bodyguards shaking us. "Master and Mistress want you two dressed," the Korean bodyguard snapped and pinched my naked ass. "Now, sluts!"

* * *

Mary Sullivan

"I am ready to get back home," I yawned as Leah drove us on the limo back to the airport.

Mark and I had spent the day playing tourist. It was a blast. We visited as many of the sites in New York City we could, all the ones we didn't get to see. Rachel and Leah, both looking tired and happy from their night out, were so cute as they held each other.

But as the day wore on, a tightness entered Rachel's eyes. She would return to her husband soon. I didn't want to break up her relationship with her husband. It was clear she was scared of what would happen when she went back to Jacob.

She found another person to love.

Rachel was still tied up in the old morality. I had been like that once. Then Mark had emancipated me. Mark had done more than freed me from his powers, he had freed me from morality. The day spent with him, little more than his sex slave, had shown me the true delights my body possessed.

Rachel deserved the same freedom.

"Me, too," Mark said, his eyes closed.

I leaned on his shoulder, studying Rachel. She sat across from us, at one moment staring at her hands, the next peering past Mark and me to stare at Leah as she drove the limousine. She trembled and squirmed with fear.

I had to help her.

We moved through Manhattan's traffic, the slut's sirens clearing the way for us. We had our own police escort to La Guardia. We passed through the gates and drove to the private hanger we rented. The two bodyguards we left behind waited with our pilots and sexy stewardesses.

Leah pulled the limousine into the hanger, got out, walked around, and opened the door for us. Mark went out first. He pinned Leah to the side, kissing her hard as he groped her body. She moaned and trembled, clearly loving the attention.

I climbed out after him and swooped in for my own kisses. I pulled Leah to me, my hands on her ass, my tongue thrusting in her mouth. She trembled and sighed into the kiss. I almost wanted to take her with me.

But Rachel and Jacob would enjoy her more. They would have a new life. Mark and I were changing the world. Soon polygamy would be legal and the three would be so happy together. But only if Rachel had the courage to try and have both her loves.

"Do you love her?" I whispered to Leah.

Before she answered, I broke away, leaving her trembling.

Rachel stepped out and was swept up into Mark's embrace. She giggled then kissed him hard. Mark's hands played beneath her skirt, groping her ass. Leah watched, envy on her lips as Mark all but fucked Rachel right there.

But he didn't. I bet he wanted to get on the plane and sleep.

I know I did.

Rachel turned to me. I smiled at her and she beamed back. I held out my hand, and she rushed to me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me hard. I held her tight, savoring the married woman's body against mine.

Then I broke the kiss and whispered in her ear: "Love them both."

I left her trembling, staring at me in shock as I joined Mark. We marched up to our plane, greeted Joslyn, Lydia, Monique, and Lize, then boarded. I sank down in my chair beside Mark, accepted the flute of champagne from Monique, and sipped it as the plane readied for takeoff.

Sam sat behind us, her laptop and the book out, continuing her translation.

"Let's go home," Mark said.

I nodded my head. We would have new problems to face when we got back. Doug was missing. , We did not know where Brandon was now. Had he gotten a hold of the book from the nuns? Mark had been able to get a hold of the Altgrave this morning. He was a sweet old man with a thick accent. He would not surrender the book.

But we didn't dare call the nuns. Our powers wouldn't work on them. Brandon lurked out there. I hoped he didn't have the book, but I was too tired to care right now.

* * *

Rachel Goldstein-Blum

I reeled after Mary's embrace. Her words echoed through my mind.

All day as Mark and Mary played tourist, the moment I would part from Leah and return to my husband grew nearer. I was torn inside. I loved Jacob, and I was quickly realizing that I loved Leah. Fantasies of running off with Leah floated through my head, to have night after night of debaucherous fun.

But there was no Jacob.

A fantasy of being married to Jacob passed through my mind, of sleeping in on the Sabbath, cuddling in bed. Of the small house we were in the process of buying; spending Sundays painting and fixing all the little things that needed to be done.

But there was no Leah.

I was torn between my lovers.

Love them both.

Her words echoed through my mind as I stumbled back into the limo. Mark and Mary boarded the plain. I was no longer the fun-loving blonde, but the plain, drab brunette. It was time to go back to Jacob.

Love them both.

The words repeated over and over on the drive back to the limo rental company. Leah had to return the limo then we would part. I wanted to love them both. But they were too different. I couldn't see Leah settling down in a plain house in a boring suburb, and I couldn't see Jacob going to a wild club until dawn.

Turmoil gripped me.

Before I knew it, which was far too soon, Leah pulled the limo into its parking space and opened the door for me for the last time. A sad smile graced her angelic face. I hugged her and stroked her cheek, then kissed her lush lips one last time.

It was a wonderful kiss. My heart raced when I broke it. I stared at her face, drinking in every inch of her--the memory would have to last me a lifetime. Tears beaded her dark eyes. Her lips trembled. Her hands stroked my cheeks.

She studied me, too.

Love them both. But how? Maybe I was the key. They both loved me, could I be the bridge between the two?

"What did Mary say to you?" I asked Leah.

That was not what I meant to say. What I was supposed to say? I was supposed to tell her how you felt. But fear stayed my tongue. I could live the rest of my life with the memory of our brief fling. But only if I believed that Leah actually loved me.

If she didn't...I did not want to think about that.

Leah swallowed. "She asked me if I..." She breathed deeply. "If I loved you."

"Do you?" I blurted out before my brain could stop me.

"Yes," she whispered, then she hugged me tightly. "Don't go back to your husband. Please, stay with me. Think of all the fun we can have together. I love you, Rachel."

My heart melted. "I love you, too, Leah," I whispered back and she squeezed me tighter. "But, I love Jacob. I met him first."

"You have to choose then," Leah said, pulling away. "It...it's alright. I knew this was a dream that I had to wake up from."