1. The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 9: The Marital Bed


    Date: 3/20/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Cheating, Cuckold, Male/Female, Mind Control, Wife, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    fresh juices. I rolled over on my back, carrying her with me, almost touching her fat, dead-to-the-world husband. She sat up, yanking the nightgown off and exposing those large tits in the dim moonlight. They were heavy, round, starting to sag, but still retaining some of their youth. Her nipples were fat, her areolas dark and huge. She rode me like a cowgirl on a bucking bull. “Oh, fuck!” she moaned, the springs protesting our passion. “Oh, God, I'm cummin' again!” It was like my pecker had driven a hole in her dam, releasing her passion in a torrent of orgasms as she bounced on me. I came in her; she kept right on riding me and my pecker stayed hard. Her juices drenched my crotch, rolling down my skin to seep into her sheets. My hands groped her melons, squeezing, kneading, pulling, and pinching. Her cunt rose and fell on my pecker, squeezing and massaging me. Her hole was hot and hungry for what I was packing, and the little slut worked her hips to get all the pleasure she could out of my pole. My balls tightened and that tension built. “Your cooch is workin' all the cum out of my balls, slut!” “Are you gonna cum?” she moaned. “You best believe it!” With a grunt, I flooded her cunt a second time. Her back went rigid, and she howled like a bitch-wolf at the moon, her cooch going grazy about my pecker. Then she collapsed on my chest, her pillowy breasts rubbing against me as she panted into my neck. “Oh my God, I ain't been fucked like that since high school,” she sighed. ...
    “I reckon it wasn't your husband that fucked you like that, was it?” She gave me a smile. “It was his brother. That was before we was goin' steady, mind you.” My pecker still ached. Would I ever be satisfied? Was I going to go through life with my pecker permanently hard? My hand slid down to her pleasantly plump ass, giving her cheek a squeeze. “You ever been buggered?” “Hell no,” she emphatically said. “Elvis tried once, it hurt so much when he stuck the head in, I ain't ever let him try that.” “We gonna change that tonight.” I gave her ass a slap. “Get on you hands and knees like a bitch and I'll cornhole you nice and good.” With some apprehension, she followed my instructions like a good slut, facing the foot of her bed as she knelt. I got behind her, spread her cheeks, and rubbed my well lubed cock against her tight hole. “Now relax, bitch, and I'll make you feel good.” “Okay,” she muttered. I pushed into her hole, as tight as a virgin's cunt, and slid my pecker all the way into her. A low, steady grunt escaped her lips, her body shuddering as I buried into her. With my balls resting on her cooch, I asked her, “See, that ain't so bad?” “No,” she admitted. “It kinda feels nice” “You sound surprised. All you sluts like it up the ass.” “Is that what I am? A slut?” “What else would you call a woman that fucks someone next to her sleepin' husband.” I started fucking her ass and she smiled at me over her shoulder, beginning to move her hips. “Guess I am a slut. Cause this is ...
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