The Devil’s Pact, The Cult of the Ghost
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Four: Illusions

Saturday, April 19th, 2014 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Cassia County, Idaho

I pulled my SUV up to the farmhouse, smiling at the Sapphicist as they walked about the ranch. They were all gorgeous and succulent. And they had been very amenable the last month. When my deputies or I needed relief, we could find it with these friendly women.

The dykes all understood what would happen if they resisted me. They would quickly find themselves separated from each other and given to my deputies as sex slaves. I wouldn’t mind keeping that fine Lizzy, but that would mean caring for the brat growing in her stomach.

I smiled when I saw my sweet Lizzy. She was waddling across the yard, her belly pressing up against her loose dress. She gave me such a sweet smile, her braces flashing on her teeth. She was young, eighteen, her innocent face framed by black hair and her eyes were a sparkling blue.

“Sheriff,” Deidre Cheshire nodded as I climbed out. She was the leader of the group, and not a bad fuck.

I reached out, brushing the tawny hair off her shoulder, my hand sliding down to squeeze Deidre’s firm tit through her dress. The amulet that hung between her breasts sparkled as the sun caught the jade.

“Me and my boys brought you some more food,” I leered.

“Thank you kindly, Sheriff,” she answered in her drawl. She looked intelligent, like a librarian with her glasses perched on her face, but then she spoke and all I could hear was the accent of a Texan hick. “Who’d do you reckon you’d like to fuck today?”

“Who do you think?”

Deidre’s smile broadened. “Lizzy, why don’t you take the Sheriff up stairs and show him some appreciation.”

“Yes, Miss Cheshire,” Lizzy asked. Such a polite girl.

She waddled up to me, smiling. Her breasts were riper, filling out her dress more and robbing her of some of that youthful innocence. I put an arm around her waist, giving her perky butt a grope. She giggled like a schoolgirl and my cock swelled.

“How you been, Sheriff Barends?” she asked as we walked inside.

“Aching to be in my Sweet Lizzy,” I grinned.

Her hand brushed my crotch. “I can tell. You feel backed up.”

I heard my other deputies claiming their favorite. Benny had both twins on his arms. The Black man loved those two. And Mason had Nelly and Mercedes, eager to enjoy a romp with mother and daughter. Those two were quite the whores together.

As we approached the farmhouse, Heather walked out, her belly almost as swollen as Lizzy. Her cute face was framed by red curls. I snagged her. “How’d you like to play with Lizzy and me?”

“I’d love to, Sheriff,” Heather answered.

With two pregnant eighteen year olds on my arms, I was eager to have some fun. I don’t know who knocked these two dykes up, but I was grateful. There was something so exciting about fucking a pregnant, young woman. She was swelling with life, ripe and inviting. Her cunt had belonged to another man, but now I was enjoying her tight snatch.

Upstairs, we entered a small room. There was a bed and two mattresses on the floor. With thirty women living in the same house, the dykes were cramped for space. The three of us fell to the nearest mattress, sharing a three way kiss as their hands went to work undressing me.

“Oh, Sheriff, you always bring us the best toy to play with,” purred Heather as she pulled my pants and boxers off, my hard cock popping out.

She stroked my cock, a mischievous smile on her face, then she bent over and sucked my cock between her delectable mouth, working up and down on it. I groaned, stroking her face as Lizzy’s fingers worked the buttons of my shirt off, a big smile on her face, her braces flashing on her teeth.

Naked, I looked at the two girls, Heather’s mouth bobbing fast on my cock, and shook my head. “That won’t do, sluts. I’m naked and your fine bodies are still clothed.”

“You’re right, Sheriff,” Lizzy nodded, grabbing the hem of her loose, maternity dress, and pulling it over her head.

The eighteen year old was naked beneath. She was lovely and petite, her belly swollen and round. Her breasts were perky, upswept and topped with puffy nipples. Between her thighs, her pussy was a tight slit covered by a sparse, trimmed bush. I could smell her sweet excitement. My cock throbbed harder in Heather’s mouth.

“Let me help you, Heather,” Lizzy smiled as the redhead kept sucking me.

Lizzy reached beneath, unbuttoning Heather’s dress. She pulled, the shoulders slipping off to reveal Heather’s dangling, plump tits. A moment later, her round stomach was exposed. Lizzy kissed down Heather’s back as she pulled the dress off. When Heather’s ass was exposed, Lizzy bent down and began licking and sucking the redhead’s asshole.

Heather moaned in enjoyment around my cock.

I loved this. I had such power. I could do what I wanted to these girls and no one could stop me. I could even hurt them.

I froze. No, that wasn’t allowed. The Gods commands pressed on my mind. I couldn’t hurt them unless they were evil. And they weren’t evil, just hot, pregnant sluts. But grabbing Lizzy by the hair and dragging her about wouldn’t hurt her. Just like spanking her fine ass would only excite her. Every slut loved to be spanked no matter how much they cried.

“Stop sucking, slut,” I growled. “I’m ready to fuck.”

Heather lifted her mouth off. “Who?”

I stood up and grabbed Lizzy’s black hair, yanking her mouth from Heather’s asshole. She yelped in pain; my cock throbbed harder. I dragged her across the bed and smacked her ass. “On your knees like a bitch.”

“Yes, Sheriff.” There was fear in her voice. I savored it.

I knelt behind her, giving her ass another slap. The stinging crack resounded through the room. She yelped, my handprint red across her ass. I grasped my cock and thrust into her pregnant, eighteen-year-old cunt. She gasped, her eyes widening, thrusting back into me.

“Oh, Sheriff. You’re so big!”

“Just the way you love it, slut,” I laughed, pounding away at her snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, looking over her shoulder at me. Her braces made her seem even younger. My cock throbbed inside her.

“What do you want me to do?” Heather purred, kneeling beside Lizzy. “My pussy needs some love, too.”

I smacked Lizzy’s ass again. “Then put this slut’s mouth to work.”

Heather laughed, crawling forward and rolling on to her back, her round belly rising up. She stroked it, spreading her thighs to expose a fiery bush damp with her excitement. Lizzy didn’t waste any time diving forward and licking her pregnant friend’s cunt.

“Oh, yes, Lizzy!” gasped Heather. “Eat my pussy! I love it! Your braces are so fucking hot!”

I gripped Lizzy’s hips, pounding the whore faster. My eyes were fixed on Heather.