1 comments/ 120270 views/ 10 favorites Carnal Secrets Ch. 01 By: Jim Roe Wendy had always been hot. Small and petite with an angelic face, she possessed all the qualities that make guys drool. Her skin was flawless and her body had all the right curves. Even her voice had that rare - innocent but sexual quality that could put a lump in your jeans just by listening to her talk. I often found myself daydreaming about her, imagining how good she would be in bed. Over the years we grew very close, best friends, often going out to the local nightclubs together. We would dance, have a few drinks and talk about our everyday problems. She loved too slow dance and after a few beers would start rubbing her hips seductively against me all along knowing it was driving me crazy. Then she would giggle almost wickedly and demurely rest her head on my shoulder and that was as far as it went. But as always happens circumstances changed, we both eventually married and moved away, losing track of each other in the everyday insanity of normal life. I couldn’t complain though marriage was great and I loved my beautiful blond wife. Betty was prim and proper. She dressed in immaculate style, professional yet feminine and she always wore high heels accentuating her perfect long legs. She kept the house the same way, spotless and well decorated. She was even a great cook and often created gourmet meals fit for a king. Every week she attended church and would come home telling me how great the sermon was. She forever tried getting me to attend but it wasn’t my thing. I would just wink at her and say someday honey, and Betty would smile and let it go. Then one evening she asked if I wanted to attend a midweek meeting with her at the church and I offered my usual response. Giving what almost seemed a big sigh of relief, Betty quipped ok! And quickly raced out the door. About fifteen minutes later her sister called. There had been an accident and Betty’s mother was in the hospital. I immediately jumped in my car and drove to the old church outside of town. Something didn’t seem quite right and I decided to approach the building cautiously. The parking lot was dark and only three cars were there, Betty’s and two more. The church itself was dimly lit, and with a full moon overhead it held an eerie almost sinister appeal in the still of the quiet night. I knew it was probably my imagination that more than likely it was just a small financial meeting or something that only required certain members to be there. Nonetheless I approached stealthily just in case. The huge double doors were cracked open about three inches and edging my way to the opening I peered curiously inside. BAROOOOM!!! My mind instantly exploded into a million confused fragments! I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. A gut wrenching sickness came over me as I silently observed the scene unfold. Betty was on her back, resting on a hand-hewn bench that was just wide enough to lay on and waist high. On either end stood a dark skinned muscular man, each wearing a white robe. My wife’s delicate neck arched backward over one edge of the wooden alter, her long blond hair cascading in erotic fashion toward the planked floor. On the other end her high-heeled legs dangled over the edges revealing her clean-shaven mound. Betty’s firm breasts heaved with excitement as the eager admirers threw off their robes revealing their hard penises. A warped sense of satisfaction came over me. Neither one was as well endowed as I. That feeling passed quickly as a low unrecognizable chant emanated from the darkness on the far side of the erotic setting and the men moved to within touching distance of Betty. My entire body was shaking. My mind was wrapped in a chaotic state of anger, horror, sorrow, and excitement all at the same time. I wanted to throw the door open and scream STOP! and rescue my wife from the satanic madness, but I couldn’t move. A strange sick lust had enveloped me, a wicked desire to see what would happen next. The thought of just standing there made me queasy, I could feel the vomit rising in my throat and I took a deep breath and swallowed it back down. Yet I remained silent. Slowly a dark figure emerged from the shadows. The chanter was wearing a black hooded robe and I knew this was the leader, the reverend. As he increased the tempo of his chant the naked vixen on the alter slowly raised her legs, consciously parting her succulent thighs, inviting the excited disciple at that end to take her. With a growl of satisfaction he slid his cock into her forbidden mound. Betty jerked in surprise grabbing the penis in front of her pulled it greedily into her hot mouth. It was as if a jagged knife had been plunged into my heart. To late to stop it, I stood silently watching as Betty delighted in the throes of sinful lust. My once faithful wife had been willingly violated and she was enjoying every second of it. Betty’s body twitched as the stiff rod grew more fervent in her hot tight vacuum. On the other end her angelic face bobbed back and forth at the mercy of the thrusting shaft slamming in and out of her throat. I knew it wouldn’t be long and the violators would sow their seed. As the orgiastic trio rhythmically moved in perfect unison the chant reached a screaming crescendo then suddenly stopped. The groaning men fucking my blond muse instantly withdrew and spinning around dropped to their knees and grabbing their organs roared - shooting their sticky semen outside of the carved pentagram that encircled the sacrificial alter. Betty was panting in decadent hunger, nooooo! Don’t stop! pleeeease don’t stop! Fuck meeeee! when the reverend walked up to her. He was small compared to his cohorts, but had a deep resonating voice. Flipping back his hood he looked down at Betty and asked her, are you ready for the final initiation into the brotherhood my queen? Struggling to catch her breath Betty husked, yesssssssss, initiate me reverend. With a malevolent sneer he threw off his robe. Jesus! God! I whispered under my breath. His shaft was like gnarled steel and stood straight up against his chest. It had three huge knots over the length and I could see the hose sized purple veins pulsing on its taut underbelly. Oh my God! The lecherous goddess whimpered and began to tremble. The preacher laughed, yes my dear, from now on it is. Walking to the end of the bench he turned and faced her. Betty raised her head and reached out. I must touch it, pleeeeease, can I touch it. The man nodded and Betty grabbed it in both her delicate hands. Her eyes glazed over as she ran her nimble fingers over the knotty surface of the black giant. Again and again she stroked the beast examining the huge lumps of muscle protruding like mountains from the stretched velvet skin. Low whimpers of immoral ardor exited her throat and I knew my wife had taken on a flesh God. Her hands were diminutive compared to the juggernaut. Entrancing her like a sinister snake she began to chant, uttering unrecognizable verses, worshipping the gnarled cock in her hands. Suddenly she jerked her head up and in an urgent voice muttered, I pray thee my God, take me, Fuck me as your wife, your slave! Her sky blue eyes locked with her invader’s and she tugged the massive instrument too the very brink of her pleasure canal. The sinister preacher didn’t hesitate. Firmly grasping Betty’s hips he strained his muscles and pushed forward forcing half the beast into her small pussy. The first huge knot passed through her outer membrane and Betty fought to maintain control. Lavish fervor shrouded her once angelic face and she managed to articulate one firm word, mooooore. With a bellowing roar her aggressor concurred. It was as if a bolt of lightening had ripped into her fragile torso. Her heart shaped mouth flew open in shock as she violently flung herself back onto the bench. A high-pitched scream escaped her lungs and she twitched uncontrollably as the evil demon pushed farther and farther into her quivering womanhood. The second knot slipped through her outer walls, and her face twisted in erotic pain. Finally the third lump breached her entrance allowing the last few inches of muscle to be forced into her. With ragged gasps of breath Betty fought to stay conscious as the full length and breadth of the magnificent demon pulsed deep within her trembling body. Baseball sized testicals hung below Betty’s firm ass and I could only imagine how much semen they contained. For long moments he held himself still savoring my wife’s tight hot tunnel. Then slowly he withdrew the glistening shaft, pulling Betty’s body with it until with a loud suctioned release she fell back onto the hard wood. Instantly the satanic beast plunged into her again and Betty’s face twisted into an unrecognizable mask of extreme pain. Out of sheer reflex the tortured sprite arched her back upward, quaking uncontrollably, her firm globes jutting straight out like quivering mounds of Jell-O. Again and again the flesh God fucked into Betty’s body at a leisurely pace. Finally, her muscles spent Betty fell limply back to the surface while the relentless imp pummeled her over and over. With each thrust I could see Betty’s taught abdomen rise as the colossal organ stretched the unexplored territory. Slowly as the cult leader thrust in and out of her tortured cunt Betty began to feel the burning lust he knew would return. Her agonized whimpers of pain turned to low moans of gratification. The tormented expression on her face was gradually replaced by the unmistakable fever of decadent passion. Wickedness engulfed the once pure woman and was turning her into a voracious nymph. She began to arch her hips to meet the worthy invader, and started uttering verses of evil worship to her newfound deity, I love you God, I love my new God, Fuck me God, Fuck your wife! Fuck your whore, Fuck me like your child, your daughter. Betty was growing more and more fervent. Each thrust brought her closer to the most explosive orgasm she had ever had. She undulated like a demotic whore. Writhing in unnatural fashion as the mighty cock plunged through her at a quickening pace. Suddenly she spasmed, her entire body convulsed and she slipped into total demonic behavior. Frothing at the mouth her arms and legs flailed the air at a frantic pace and a guttural scream of satanic release exploded from her feminine lungs. At the same instant the preacher roared and a violent eruption of molten cum flooded Betty’s vagina. Before he could waste his entire load Betty had spun around so her mouth was beneath the vaulting behemoth and she greedily accepted a cupful of spewing lava into her throat. Like a garden hose he spewed long wet flows of white liquid until it spilled over her chin and onto her throat. Betty gulped like an insatiable funnel not wanting a drop to be wasted. Whimpering like a female dog she licked the tip of her master’s fuck stick wriggling her tongue into the huge hole and lapped up every drop of juice before collapsing. My knees were shaking so violently I thought they would here them clicking. I tried to steady myself but had to turn from the erotic vision to finally start settling down. Well that was it. My marriage was over and I knew it. I didn’t want to be married after what I saw. Unsteadily I made my way back to the car and drove home. I decided to get out right then and packing a suitcase left Betty a note about her mother and that I was divorcing her and never returned. Betty and I were divorced. I got a flat in New York. The only bad thing was, not being one too get caught up in the night life, it wasn’t long before I got really bored and found myself wishing something exciting would happen. Day after day the same old routine, get up, go to work, come home and go to bed. I even tried the I-net thing without any luck. Then one evening the knock on the door and when I opened it the surprise of my life… Carnal Secrets Ch. 02 I wasn’t expecting company so when the doorbell rang I assumed it would be a salesman or someone from a church trying too save my soul, but damn, did they have too come this late at night? I almost fell over when I found Wendy standing there. I had never told anyone where I was after leaving Betty. I had avoided the family, knowing how nosey they could be, and now, two years later, my favorite niece shows up out of the blue. I was thrilled too see her, but something was wrong. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Hi Uncle Jim, she managed a trace of a smile before breaking into tears. Recovering from the surprise of finding the woeful seraph at the door, I gave her a hug, and placing my arm around her tiny waist guided her into the house. A thousand questions raced through my mind as we entered the living room and I started questioning her. Wendy what’s wrong? How did you find me? Are you in trouble? N…no… J…Jim, she sobbed, as tears ran down her delicate cheeks. Obviously, She wasn’t in any condition for an interrogation so I wrapped my arms around her slender body to comfort her and it felt as if she would melt right into me. It’s going to be ok, I assured her. I could tell she was exhausted from the long trip and I knew she needed rest. You know Wendy it’s kind of late. Why don’t you go on into the spare bedroom, it’s all made up. Get a good nights rest and we’ll talk tomorrow. Wendy consented with a sniffling nod and was soon fast asleep. I decided too turn in myself but my mind was racing with so many questions I couldn’t doze off, and wound up tossing and turning for hours. Finally sometime close to dawn I drifted into dreamland, and didn’t wake until Wendy’s gentle nudging and melodic voice brought me back to life. Good morning Uncle Jim! I looked up and found the small angel smiling over me. You seem in better spirits this morning Princess, I yawned. Yea, she beamed, a good nights rest made me feel a lot better. It made you look a lot better too, I complimented, noticing she had already showered and was dressed in a form fitting white cotton dress. It stopped four inches above the knee and displayed every graceful curve of her agile form. Thanks Unc, Wendy grinned. I’m excited to be in New York, it’s such a big town. I put this little thing on hoping too talk you into showing me the sights today? Well maybe, I shrugged, if you’ll get out of here and let me get dressed. Oh! Oops! Wendy giggled, her face turning red as she hurried out of the bedroom. Even though she was twenty-three, Wendy was like an awe struck child. She had never been to New York and its magnificence amazed her. As we rode around the city viewing the sights she verbally marveled at the splendor of it all. As the day went on, Wendy slowly started revealing what had happened. It seemed that even though she felt bad about leaving Bill, she didn’t have a choice. Wendy said it was like he just stopped caring about her. He never paid any attention to her and they rarely made love. She innocently admitted Bill was the only man she had been with. Until then she didn’t know what sex was all about and confessed he had never satisfied her sexually. Wendy put it politely saying Bill was underprivileged in certain areas. I knew what she meant and didn’t pursue the matter further. She said the last straw was the day she arrived home from work, and Bill was setting there with a group of guys and girls watching a porn movie and drinking. After kicking them out of the house, Wendy packed her suitcase and flew here. Since my phone number was listed it had been easy to find me on the Internet, so poof, here she was. We saw all the sights you can squeeze in, and then had a delightful dinner. By the time we got home we were both exhausted and went straight too bed. In the middle of a passionate dream I suddenly awoke with a raging hard on, and needed to relieve myself. I was use to walking down the dark hallway to the bathroom if needed and found myself doing just that. It was pitch black so I didn’t bother putting on a robe. A few steps from the bathroom I bumped into warm flesh instantly realizing it was Wendy coming out of the lavatory. Neither one of us spoke. It was as if we sensed the clumsiness of the situation, and I turned sideways to let her pass. Wendy let out a muffled gasp as her feminine hand brushed against my swollen organ. For long awkward moments we stood like statues, our eyes peering into the blackness, seeing nothing. I wanted desperately to reach for her and pull her against me, but I resisted. I knew it might scare her off, so I waited, hoping she would make the first move. My sinewy member strained toward her agile body in suspenseful desire. I began to think she was going too silently turn away when I felt the air move, near my taught flesh, then a light feathery touch and Wendy’s delicate fingers timidly quivered as she cautiously embraced my thick organ. I could tell she was shaking with immoral excitement. Her breathing grew rapid as she involuntarily began to explore the rigid shaft. In a very quiet licentious voice she whispered, we can’t do this, it’s a wicked sin, and all the while her fondling grew bolder, captivating her, leaving her reeling with a deviant lust she had never known before. She began to think about Bill and how small his penis was. She could only get three fingers on his, and he barely got hard. This one was huge in comparison, and like hot steel, unbending, pulsing with thick veins. Her slender fingers couldn’t reach all the way around the circumference, and even if she had three hands they wouldn’t cover the entire length. Wendy’s knees nearly buckled as she squeezed the inflexible beast imagining what it would feel like inside her. I reached toward her, touching her small breasts and Wendy moaned in carnal decadence as her hesitation dissolved. My niece began to carefully walk backwards, her hands securely embracing my throbbing organ, urging me to follow her. She led me into the guest room and sat down on the edge of the bed, her face inches from my purple knob. The next instant I felt her velvet mouth engulf the head of my engorged cock, causing me to twitch in pleasure. The incestuous pixie began working attentively on my pulsating instrument. Both her hands caressed the massive base while her angelic visage flooded my man-root with sultry softness. Finally I couldn’t stand anymore. I wanted her. I had to fuck her. I had to feel my engorged pole in her hot tight abyss, and I pushed her backwards forcing her off my cock with a wet pop! Wendy was eager too, and spread her lean legs to accept my impressive gift. In the dense blackness I found her slender ankles and raised them until they touched the pillow above her head. Her shaved mound was aimed straight into the air. The daughter of my apostolic sister readily accepted the position and without sight I mounted her from above, driving ferociously into her torrid crevice. Wendy’s head flung violently side-to-side as my worthy piston tore through her quivering canal. Still we remained quiet, afraid words would break the burning passion that spellbound us. I continued to plunge savagely in and out of her luxurious nest until my legs ached from the arduous squat thrusts. As I released her ankles Wendy promptly wrapped her legs over my ass, bucking viscously against the raging intruder. I crashed down onto her nubile form rocking my hips back and forth like a jackhammer. Her nymph like flesh smelled like a warm musky summer rain. The sensuality of the fragrance gratifying my senses, spurring me to even greater heights of corrupt obsession. Reaching pinnacles of ecstasy she had never experienced Wendy crashed through the barrier of moral silence and started moaning in fervent iniquity. Fuck my hot pussy Uncle! Fuck meeee harrrrrrderrrrr! God damn you! Fuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeee! Ooooooh! Make me cummmmmmmmm! Undulating her demoralized body like an unholy waif, Wendy writhed in total abandonment on the impaling juggernaut. The fury of my vigorous thrusts caused her ankles to come loose, and she instantly positioned her feet on the mattress, arching her back upward, meeting each stroke in midair. The force and speed of her desperate enthusiasm became so violent I lost my balance and fell over. Wendy cried out NOOOOO! Instantaneously jumping on top of me as I rolled onto my back. I reached up and began fondling her small firm breasts as the licentious goddess gyrated wantonly on my root of incestuous evil. My testicals began to ache, and my cock throbbed as the unrelenting adulteress continued her fervent assault. At that moment Wendy started to tremble uncontrollably and squealed in abandoned delight, cummmmmmmminnnggg! Obliterating the last obstacle of the uncle- niece relationship, she flung her upper body forward, and wrapping her arms tightly around my neck instantly found my mouth sticking her tongue deep into my throat. Rockets of demotic indulgence exploded deep within her depths emanating outward in crashing waves of glorious climax. Simultaneously, my steel cock erupted, vaulting liquid fire deep into her quivering tunnel. As load after load of scalding white cum blasted into her, Wendy’s sensitive tissue spas med. Our tongues still entwined, she moaned in blissful release, filling my lungs with her heated breath. Twitching against each other until we were completely spent, Wendy collapsed on top of me. I woke lying on my side, Wendy’s perfect body pressed tightly against me. The warmth of her tender flesh keeping my rigid cock snuggled comfortably between her sweet ass cheeks. Wendy sensed I was awake and raising her right leg inserted my stiff organ into her already hot sheath from behind. She must have been waiting, her fragrant pussy was hot and wet when I slid into her. We made love without inhibition, reveling in our newfound freedom. The feelings of guilt were gone, now unrestrained, we easily verbalized the darker side of our lusts for each other while we coupled in irreverent passion. Eventually we fell back to sleep, totally satiated in our newborn consummation of seditious indulgence. Later that afternoon we got up, showered and sat down to discuss our situation. Wendy wanted to stay, and that was what I wanted too. We decided she wouldn’t call me uncle anymore, and that as far as anyone here was concerned we were a couple. No one from our past was near, and Wendy could make up a story to keep anyone from getting suspicious. After a few weeks we started getting into a routine and life was great. We had fallen deeply in love. The sex never stopped being fantastic and every night we had to have each other. I hoped it would never end, that we could just live in peace and not be bothered, but somewhere in the back of mind I knew that wouldn’t happen. I knew God would be seeking revenge. It never occurred to me however, that it would be so cruel when it arrived. Carnal Secrets Ch. 03 Everything was perfect for two months. I’d come home from work and find Wendy in a different sexy outfit every day. Sometimes she would do a little strip for me, getting me really turned on, and then we’d make love. Other times, as soon as I walked in the door she would drop too her knees in front of me, and suck my cock until I threw her down, and fucked her like a whore. It was never the same routine, and I could never wait to get home and see what was in store. This particular Friday I had to work a little late. I smiled with anticipation as I walked up the sidewalk and found the door cracked open. I knew it was going to be a fun night. I pushed the door open quietly and stuck my head inside. WHAMMM!!! A billion fireworks exploded in my head! I woke slowly. Dried blood had caked on the side of my cheek and my cranium was throbbing in intense pain. Before opening my eyes I took stock of my situation. I found I couldn’t move and my hands and legs were bound with duct tape. I was in a setting position and felt the chill of air on my naked flesh. Blearily, I unlocked my eyelids. I was on one of the wooden chairs a few feet from the side of our bed. As my vision came into focus I saw Wendy. She had been tethered with leather straps in spread eagle fashion on the bed. My little pixie was whimpering, trembling as she stared silently toward the foot of the bed. Painfully I turned in the direction of her gaze, fury instantly welling up inside me. Betty and her enormously hung master were standing there, grinning evilly at us. I tried to shout, only too find my mouth covered with the sticky ribbon. Betty was wearing her usual black high heels and had stripped down to her crotch less black fishnet stockings. Her breasts were sticking straight out and she was stroking her naked leaders massive organ while she glowered at Wendy. Even though my stomach was queasy from the pain, my cock was getting hard from the erotic vision. Betty was a glorious sight. More so then when we were married. Somehow this evil life had made her more alluring then ever. Her legs, ass, breasts, and small waist were more defined then I remembered, and her facial features had a corporeal ardor I had never seen. When she saw I was fully awake she turned to her black lover. “Roger, its time to begin”, she said. Roger nodded and clapped his hands. A man in a dryad costume entered the room, and began drawing a pentagram on the hardwood floor around the bed. He placed a candle at each point, then scribbled some kind of markings inside the drawing. Wendy screamed in horror as he produced a frantic chicken, swiftly slitting its throat. Stepping toward Wendy, he held the hysterical foul above her letting its warm lifeblood spatter onto her naked flesh. Wendy screamed in horror trying to twist away from the liquid as it splashed in tepid little puddles on her flawless skin. He began to recite a strange mantra, and Betty released her grip on Roger’s massive shaft, advancing to the foot of the bed. “Well, precious little niece, or should I say slut, how do you like fucking your uncle”? “I love it”; Wendy sobbed! “Hmmm, maybe you should try auntie then, before your real treat arrives”, Betty sneered, lowering her head between Wendy’s perfect thighs. The petite girl struggled ineffectively against the tight restraints, as Betty’s dexterous tongue found her tight canal. My incestuous little mistress closed her eyes, stiffening her body as the wicked beauty worked expertly on her shaven burrow. Roger had been watching intently while his licentious servant enjoyed herself on Wendy’s delicate plunder. Betty’s ass beckoned directly in front of him causing his beastly cock was to become steel. In one swift motion he stepped forward grabbing her hips and sank his gigantic ridged organ to the hilt in Betty’s hot cunt. “JESUSSSSSSS, FUCKING GOD! YESSSSSSSSSSSS”!!! She screamed. Rearing her head back momentarily, she lunged her tongue feverishly back into Wendy’s pouting mound. Roger pistoned steadily in and out of her decadent pussy, causing her entire body to shudder uncontrollably. As their passion escalated, the chanting in the background grew louder, more fervent and a sense of dreadful energy seemed to fill the air. Suddenly the air itself felt as if it ripped apart. For a split second the oxygen vanished, and a loud crackling noise filled the room. The ensuing shock as the air came back together caused a tremendous jolt knocking Betty and Roger onto the floor, and nearly tipped me over. My chair banged back on all four legs and dread welled up in me. Standing over Wendy was a strange entity. From the waist up he looked like a bronze God, muscular with long golden hair. His face had the appearance of royalty and he exuded confidence. His eyes were brilliant green and held a power that demanded servitude. He wore a silver type of covering from the waist down. He darted his eyes toward Roger and when he spoke it was as if the entire room shook from the authority of his voice. “You summoned me”. “What is my offering”? Roger fell to his knees shaking, his eyes toward the floor. With a trembling finger he pointed to Wendy and said, “it is she, master”. Slowly the incubus looked toward the blood splattered girl and spoke. “Yes”. Wendy was in total panic. She shrieked in mortal terror, violently fighting against her tights bonds. The unnatural aggressor sneered, and reaching down unfastened his covering and it fell to the floor. Wendy’s face turned white as snow. His legs, thighs, and hips were covered in fur and his feet were as cloven hooves. Bulging muscles rippled powerfully beneath the whitish fleece. Wendy’s eyes fixed on his extraordinary member. She could see every blood vein through the translucent flesh. It became redder as her stare persisted. As if braided like a hemp rope the animated muscles corkscrewed in twisting bulges down the length of the magnificent organ. At the uncircumcised head they stopped, revealing an immense opening in the end of the living tube. Beneath the unholy instrument hung one giant testical. Knowing the small doll like human beneath him was fascinated, he expanded the muscles of the ungodly instrument like you would flex an arm muscle. Each braid of twisted steel bulged in synchronized unison, and Wendy’s mouth fell open in disbelief. She knew what he was going to do and mustering all her courage, managed a meager plea. “P,,,pleeeease don’t”. Her appeal went unheeded as he stepped arrogantly to the end of the bed, and without hesitation positioned his bizarre body above her. Tears of despair ran down Wendy’s dainty cheeks. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip to keep from screaming in pain at the brutal invasion she was helpless to prevent. Instead of screaming in pain as I expected, a moan of luxuriant ecstasy escaped her throat and she urgently husked, “oooooooh God yessssssssssssss”!!! With another wave of his hand her bonds fell loose and Wendy instantly wrapped her legs around the Mephistophelean incubus, and began exploring his body with her nimble touch. His irreverent cock was unlike anything she had ever imagined. As it corkscrewed into her stretched passage it pulsated with a warm electric throbbing, flooding her petite body in torrents of superhuman ecstasy. As her quivering pussy blazed in heated passion the demon expanded his twisted organ by willpower alone and Wendy became frenzied with lust. Erotic noises from my side caught my attention and I turned my head to find Betty on her hands and knees being viciously assaulted in the ass by Rogers monster cock. My malevolent x wife was slowly being banged toward my rigid member, and I was elated when she bounced close enough too slide her hot throat over my throbbing knob. It only took a few strokes of her hot mouth and tongue to make me cum a huge load. She eagerly swallowed my sperm then refocused on the giant thrusting into her. Wendy had begun screaming vulgar praises to her demonic assailant. Her nubile body twisted to and fro as she flung herself deliriously against the beast. With insatiable zeal Wendy asserted Lucifer as her new God and master. She was lost to this underworld of malevolent gratification. In wicked abandon she swore devotion to her new deity and I knew I’d lost the second woman I loved to this cult. Finally the beast reached his zenith, causing his softball-sized nut to unleash an aberrant magnitude of satanic seed deep into Wendy’s impassioned chamber. Wendy screamed in ecstasy, cummmmmmminnnng!!! She shook violently before falling back to the bed panting. After a few moments the demon knelt down and whispered in her ear. I watched intently as Wendy’s satisfied gaze turned toward me. Something wild and hateful filled her eyes. Without pause she opened the drawer of the nightstand and removed the pistol I kept there. The next instant she aimed and pulled the trigger. I woke in the hospital two weeks later. The bullet had barely missed my brain and part of my left ear had to be reconstructed. It would be another two weeks before I could go home, but I was already making plans for revenge. I was pissed. No fucking weirdo was going to screw my women, beat me, and have me shot and live. I didn’t care if I had to fight all Hell, and it’s demons, someone would pay. All I had to do was figure out how, and I had a good idea where to start.