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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Light in Darkness.

—–inscription from the entrance of the Motherhouse of the Sisters of Mary Magdalene, Rennes-le-Château, France

Mark Glassner

Mary and I walked slowly around the mall, window shopping and girl watching. The girl watching turned into a kind of game where we would each take turns pointing out a cute girl and whispering what we would like to do to them. Once, Mary pointed out a Latina with a full ass and a tribal tramp stamp and whispered in my ear, “I would love to eat your cum out of her ass,” right as this old lady walked by. The old lady looked disgusted at us and we broke out laughing as she stalked away.

The first store Mary led us to was Navy Republic. It was brightly lit and full of colorful clothes. “I love to shop here,” Mary told me. She saw something on a rack of clothing and practically flew over to it, grabbing the sleeve of a shirt. “These are so cute!” she exclaimed as she browsed the clothes.

“How are you doing today?” a nasally pitched, effeminate young man asked Mary.

I was disappointed, hoping for a cute salesgirl working the register that I could have some fun with while Mary shopped, not some guy. I sighed in disappointment as he explained in excited detail all about the shirts Mary was browsing. I was beginning to suspect he was gay—no straight guy could possibly be that excited about clothing. Oh well, at least he wouldn’t be hitting on Mary.

I looked around the store and it was pretty empty save for a beautiful, young woman, pixie slim, with long, blue-back hair streaked with bright, purple highlights. I smiled; guess I was going to have some fun after all. She wore floral print tank top that was cut short enough to expose her flat stomach and pierced bellybutton. Underneath her short jean skirt, she wore hot-pink leggings. The girl held up a top to show an older woman half-hidden behind a clothes rack. She was in her mid-thirties, attractive, and resembled the younger woman. She was either an older sister or was really young when she had her daughter.

“Hey,” I told the store clerk. “Go close the security gate and then assist Mary with her shopping. Ignore the fucking going on in the back of the store.”

“Oh, absolutely, sir,” he said and sauntered off.

Mary glanced back in the young woman, her eyes lighting up. “She’s cute.” Mary slapped my ass. “Give her a good ride, stallion.”

God, I loved Mary. I kissed her before I threaded my way to the back of the store. Behind me, the security gate closed with a clanging rattle. The two women looked at the closing gate in alarm. “It’s okay,” I told them, smiling pleasantly. “You can keep shopping.”

“What’s going on,” the woman asked, putting a protective arm around the young woman. The older woman was as beautiful as the younger, a lush maturity contrasting with youthful innocence. She dressed in a loose flowing, white sundress covered in sunflowers. The dress fell to mid thigh and was cut low to show off her abundant cleavage. She was a least a cup size larger than the younger woman.

“I’m an inspector,” I lied, “and we just need some privacy. Nothing to be frightened about.” Both women relaxed. “I’m Mark.”

“I’m Laura,” the woman in the sundress said, “and this is my daughter, Melody.”

“Hi,” Melody greeted in a chipper voice. “Today’s my birthday. I turned eighteen.”

“How sweet,” I said. “Well, I think I have a birthday present for you.”

Her eyes widened in excitement. “Free clothes!” she shrieked, and threw her arms around me in a hug.

Her body was warm and firm against me, her small breasts pressing softly into my chest. She smelled of lilac. It was nice for the brief moment it lasted, then the gal moved away, blushing in embarrassment.

“I need to inspect both of your bodies because I’m a female body inspector,” I said, using the lamest line I had ever seen on a T-Shirt. “And I need you both to cooperate one hundred percent. So, Laura, I need to see your breasts.”

Laura nodded and pulled her sundress over her head. She wore a lacy, red bra and matching red, transparent panties. “Damn, Mom, what’s with the sexy underwear? You and Tony going to get frisky tonight?” Melody asked with a sly grin. “On my birthday?”

“Maybe,” Laura quipped. “You were going out with your friends, right?”

I noticed the wedding band on Laura’s finger. “You call your dad, Tony?” I asked Melody.

“My step-dad,” Melody scowled. “He’s alright.”

Laura reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her tits were large and round, marred only by the tiniest of stretch marks. Her areolas were the largest I had ever seen, as big as a silver dollar. “Melody, play with your mom’s nipples until they’re hard.”

Melody’s slim fingers reached out, caressing her mother’s areola, circling the pink flesh as Laura’s nipple hardened. Laura sighed softly as her daughter’s fingers slid across to the other breast. Melody squeezed her mom’s tit, then rubbed her palm across the nipple in slow circles. When she finished, both mother and daughter were flushed with excitement; Melody’s nipples pressed hard against her blouse.

“Very nice,” I smiled. “Panties next.”

Laura shrugged out of her panties. A black, triangular patch of hair grew above the bare lips of her pussy. A gold ring pierced the hood of her clit, glinting sexily.

“Fuck, Mom!” Melody cursed in surprise. “When did you get your cunny pierced?”

Laura blushed. “Well, I had a…wild youth,” she answered, delicately. “And, um, Tony, he likes to, um, play with it.”

“Okay Melody, time to see how you stack-up compared to your mother.”

Melody grinned impishly. “I think I stack-up very well,” she boasted.

She peeled off her top revealing a hot-pink bra. It quickly followed the shirt to the floor. Her breasts were small, firm, and perky, topped with tiny, pink nipples. Next she kicked off her stylish, black shoes and then wiggled out of her jean skirts. Lastly she peeled off the pink leggings and a pair of pink panties. Her ass was slim, her legs slender, and her pussy was tight and shaved bare, a hard clit peeking out of its hood.

“You both are very beautiful.” I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my half-hard dick.

“What do you plan on doing with that,” Melody asked, eyeing my cock nervously.

“It’s your birthday present,” I told Melody. “But I need you and your mom to get it ready. So, both of you, start sucking.”

Mother and daughter knelt before me. Laura grasped my dick and licked up one side. Melody copied her mom, licking up the other side. My dick hardened. It was so wrong, and hot, to watch a mother and daughter slide their wet tongues up my shaft. They both reached the tip, tongues swirling wetly over the head.

They both jumped back when their tongues brushed together about my cock. “Don’t be scared to kiss, ladies. Both of you have long desired each other. Be courageous and explore your new desires.”

Their mouths were hot on my cock as they kissed around it. Laura reached out slowly, tenderly, and cupped her daughter’s perky tit. Melody moaned as her mother delicately rolled her hard nipple between her fingers. Laura’s sucked the tip of my dick into her wet and warm mouth and Melody mouth moved to kiss her mother’s cheek; the girl’s pink lips moved lower, down her mother’s sloping neck to her breastbone. Laura sucked harder on my cock as her daughter’s lips enveloped her hard nipple and she nursed.

“Are they related?” Mary asked. She had several blouses folded over one arm. Behind her, the clerk had even more clothes draped over his arm.

“Yeah, mother and daughter,” I moaned as Laura bobbed her head on my cock. “Did you find something you like?”

“Gabe and I have come up with a few outfits,” Mary answered. “You have fun, hun.”

I kissed her. “I love you, Mare.”

“Even with another woman’s mouth on your cock?” Mary asked, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

“Well she’s sucking my cock pretty well,” I said, pretending to consider. “Yeah, even with her mouth on my dick.”

“Good,” she answered with a smile and kissed me. “C’mon, Gabe.” Mary led the clerk to the changing rooms at the back of the store.

I glanced down at the two women, Melody sucking hard at her mother’s tit. My eyes followed the lines of her back to her slim ass. I pulled my cock out of Laura’s sweet mouth and knelt down behind Melody.

Laura threw back her head, moaning and cradling her daughter to her tit. “Oh, my sweet child,” she moaned. “I’ve missed nursing you.”

I knelt down behind Melody, and gripped her waist, lifting her up so she was on her knees, still sucking at her mom’s tit. “Here’s your birthday present,” I moaned and thrust my cock into her wet cunt. She was tight, like a vice, and so fucking warm.

“Oh, fuck!” the teen gasped, “Christ, he’s bigger than Dillon! He’s stretching my cunny so good, Mom! So much nicer than my boyfriend!”

“Happy birthday, Melody,” Laura purred, stroking her daughter’s face. She bent down and captured her daughter’s lips in a loving kiss. “I got a present for you, too, songbird.” Her mom sat on the floor, spreading her legs wide before Melody’s face. Laura’s cunt was wet, pussy lips spread wide open. “Eat Momma’s cunny!” Melody leaned down, pink tongue sliding up her mother’s slit as I fucked harder into her tight sheath.

“Hun, how do I look?” Mary asked, stepping out of the changing room wearing a red dress, the skirt cinched just under her breasts to loosely fall about her waist, ending above the knees. The dress had no sleeves or straps, and exposed a fair amount of her freckled bosom.

I whistled appreciatively. “You look hot!” I complimented, still fucking Melody’s tight cunt.

“You look cute, sweetie,” Laura moaned. “And so do you, songbird! You look so cute eating your mama-bird’s cunny.”

Melody’s cunt was so tight and silky; I held off cumming as long as I could, wanting to enjoy her tight cunt and watch the slut eat her mother’s dripping snatch. Mary came out modeling four more outfits: a pair of tight jeans and a hot pink, button-up blouse; red capris pants with a white tank top decorated with pink flowers; a pleated, black skirt and blue, transparent shirt with little, black songbirds on it, a black bra visible through the fabric; and a red-and-white striped pencil skirt paired with a white, gauzy shirt with a v-neckline.

“Yes! Make your mama-bird cum!” Laura screamed as Mary modeled her outfits. “Oh, fuck! My baby-girl’s making me cum! And it feels amazing!”

Melody drank and slurped her mother’s juices down, my thrusts burying her face into her mother’s cunt. She seemed to love the taste of her mother’s pussy, swallowing and savoring every drop of her mother’s nectar like she was dying of thirst.

“Wow, Momma!” Melody moaned. “That was amazing!”

“Yes it was, my little songbird!” Laura stroked her daughter’s sticky face.

“I’m gonan cum, Momma!”

“Let me hear you sing!”

Melody’s tight cunt constricted on my cock as she spasmed. Her pussy milked my cock, building the pleasure inside me, drawing me closer and closer to cumming. I squeezed her hips, pounding her little pussy furiously, filling the air with slapping flesh.

“What’d you think,” Mary asked for the sixth time, stepping out and twirling in a black dress, the loose skirt billowing out.

I eyed her up and down. The dress had a loose skirt cinched at her waist, then fitted tightly on her torso, clinging to her breasts like a second skin. Short sleeves barely covered her shoulders, and a square-cut neckline that exposed her bosom almost to her areolas, the bodice lifting her breasts up, enhancing them to seem larger and rounder.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I moaned. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck! Gonna cum, Mare!”

“Cum in the little slut!” purred Mary.

“Yes!” I groaned, my entire body tensing as that explosive release shot wad after wad of my cum into Melody’s tight cunt, three large blasts straight into her womb.

“Oh, wow!” she gasped. “I’ve never had a boy cum in my pussy before. That feels amazing.”

I pulled out, cum oozing out of her tight hole, and stood up, and walked over to Mary. I threw my arms around her, pulling her to me and kissing her with all the passion that burned inside me. I pushed my tongue into her mouth while my hand slid down her back to grope at her ass through the sleek fabric.

“I guess you like it,” Mary panted when we broke our kiss. She glanced down and winced. “Of course, you got cum and that slut’s juices all over the front.”

“So I did,” I grinned. “Gabe, bag up Mary’s clothes and find a fresh copy of this dress in her size!”

“Of course, sir,” Gabe answered with his nasally voice.

“Leave out the pencil skirt and the white, peasant blouse,” Mary ordered Gabe, who nodded his head in agreement.

“Ohh, fuck, eat my cunny, Mom!” Melody moaned.

Mary and I looked over to see Melody on her back, her mother’s face buried between her spread legs, digging my cum out of her daughter’s pussy with her tongue. Over and over the mother’s pink tongue dug through her daughter’s tight pussy lips, gathering creamy cunt juices and my thick, white cum.

Mary’s hand found my cock and she gently stroked it as we watched the incestuous sight. Melody writhed on her back, hands gripping her mother’s head as she moaned in ecstasy. My hand slid down Mary’s backside and lifted the hem of her dress, sliding underneath—she wasn’t wearing panties. I caressed her bare ass before I stuck a finger up her butt. Mary moaned, squeezing my cock harder as she jerked me off.

“When Melody cums, you take the mother and I’ll have the daughter,” Mary whispered in my ear. She had read my mind and I nodded my head in agreement.

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Mary Sullivan

Melody panted loudly as her mother vigorously ate her cunt; my own pussy was drenched, aching to rub my cunt on the daughter’s and let our clits kiss. After learning the pleasure of that delightful sex act with Joy earlier today, I was rearing to have another go at it.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum! Oh, Mommy, you’re making my cunny explode!” Melody writhed and flexed as her orgasm rolled over her. Laura licked up her daughter’s juices and the last of Mark’s cum, before crawling up her daughter’s body to kiss her gently on the lips.

“Happy birthday, songbird,” Laura whispered.

“Thank you, mama-bird,” Melody breathed. “That was wonderful.” Then she kissed her mother back.

Mark and I walked over to the happy family. “That was real hot, ladies,” Mark said. “Mare wants to give Melody a present as well.”

Melody smiled eagerly up at me, and I grinned back; she was so cute and innocent. Just turned eighteen, and about to get a lesson in sapphic love. Laura rolled off her daughter, both sweaty and flushed. I pulled my soiled dress up over my head, revealing my pale curves. Melody’s eyes drank in my naked form.

“Your heart is real cute,” Melody smiled, staring at the heart-shaped patch of auburn pubic hair above my freshly waxed pussy.

“Thanks,” I smiled. “I love your belly piercing.”

I knelt down and tugged on the silver chain dangling from her bellybutton; she giggled saucily. Then I crawled atop the young woman; first our breasts kissed and then our mouths. Her tongue was quick and deft as she swirled it around my mouth, and I could taste her mother’s tangy passion. I settled my weight on the girl’s warm body, her legs spreading, then wrapping around my waist. Our clits kissed, and I rotated my hips, savoring the pleasure tingling through me as our little buds smooched over and over.

“Oh, shit!” Melody moaned. “Our clits are touching. Oh, fuck that’s good.”

“Damn, that’s hot watching you trib,” Mark groaned. “I love watching tribbing!”

“Tribbing, is that, uhhh, what it’s called?” I panted. “I discovered it with Joy today. Mmhhh, squeeze my ass. Don’t be afraid to stick a finger in.” Melody’s hand clawed at my butt. I bucked my hips hard when Melody’s finger slid slowly into my asshole, working her digit hard in and out of me.

Next to us, Mark mounted Laura, his temporary filly; her legs spread invitingly open for him. I watched Laura grasp my boyfriend’s cock guided it to her wet cunt. My stallion slid slowly into her cunt, his face contorting as he savored her cunt. Then they were fucking, Laura’s hips matching his vigorous rhythm.

I kissed at Melody’s neck while she worked her finger in and out of my ass Pleasure churned and I began moaning and panting. Mark looked at me. We smiled at each other as he rode his filly as hard as I rode mine. I winked at him, then turned and kissed Melody, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, while my hands found her firm tits; I tweaked her hard nipples.

“I guess you figured out how two fillies could fuck,” Mark laughed.

I broke the kiss and grinned at him, moaning, “I did! And it’s so good! How’s your filly?”

“She’s a spirited ride,” he panted back.

Then his hand reached out and caressed mine. A warm, loving feeling spread through me, different from the lust burning in my pussy grinding against Melody’s. I interlocked our fingers, holding my stallion’s hand as we fucked our fillies hard. His ass pumped and flexed as he pounded Laura’s pussy, and I noticed Mark’s blue eyes flashing down to stare at my ass as I humped the daughter.

“Oh, God, this is a great present!” gasped Melody. “Oh, fuck, you’re making me cum!” Melody wriggled beneath me, fingering my ass harder and kissing at my neck as she came. I captured her lips as my own orgasm shuddered through me.

I collapsed on the daughter, our cheeks resting together as we savored our spectacular orgasms, and watched my stallion ravish her mother. Mark’s mouth was wrapped around Laura’s fat nipple, sucking hard, as she writhed beneath him.

“Oh, crap!” Laura moaned, her fingernails scratching down my boyfriend’s back as she bucked and came beneath him.

“Shit!” Mark groaned, then pulled out of her.

He hovered over her belly, cock aimed at her large tits, and jerked his drenched cock rapidly. The tip jerked and a jet of white cum sprayed out, landing on Laura’s big breasts. A second and a third painted lines of ropy spunk across her breasts and stomach, white cum running thickly down across her belly and the slopes of her tits.

It looked yummy.

I slid off Melody, and licked my boyfriend’s cum off Laura’s stomach while Melody cleaned the cum off her mother’s tits. I could feel Mark’s pleased grin as he watched me clean his spunk off another woman, and a burst of joy filled me.

I lived to make him happy after all.

Laura pulled her daughter into her embrace and kissed her cum-stained lips. “Thanks, Mom,” Melody gushed, “this has been the best birthday ever!”

Laura smiled and kissed her daughter’s inviting lips again. “We definitely have to do this again.”

Clothes were found and everyone dressed. Mark and I took turns kissing the mother and daughter. I pulled on my, cute red-and-white striped skirt and the gorgeous white, peasant blouse, posing for my boyfriend like a supermodel; shoulder cocked, hand on hip, a sexy look on my face.

He whistled, “You look gorgeous, Mare.” And whipped out his smart phone and snapped a few pics of me.

I beamed at him. Mark pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips, then wrapped his arm around my waist, and I returned the favor, resting my head on his shoulder, and we walked to the front register where Gabe had my clothes all bagged. On Mark’s orders, the security gate came up. My boyfriend was amazing, but how did he get people to do whatever he wanted? Did it have to do with that book he was reading last night? The one on Hoodoo.

“Gabe,” Mark ordered as we walked out the store. “Give Melody an outfit for free. It’s her birthday, after all.”

Gabe answered in his nasally, effeminate voice, “Of course, sir. There’s this charming blue chambray dress with white songbirds that’s just to die for. Girlfriend, you will look absolutely stunning in it!” he said, leading Melody towards a rack of dresses.

“You want to get lunch?” Mark asked me. “I’m famished after so much fucking.”

“Yeah.” It was a lot of fucking; my stomach gave a rumble and Mark laughed. I couldn’t giggling, “I worked up an appetite.”

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Sister Theodora Mariam – Phoenix, AZ

“Tex will just love you,” Idelle smiled, stroking my blonde hair. My head lay on her lap, turned to the television. She was watching an insipid soap opera, Legal Love, and gasped and cooed at every obvious twist.

My throat ached, my mouth parched, and all I could taste was dish soap and wet towel. Any moisture my mouth produced was instantly absorbed by my gag. My hands tingled, the rope binding them behind my back was cutting off the blood flow. And my bladder was full. I had to pee so bad, which wasn’t fair since my mouth was dying for a drink. How could I have to pee at all?

“He’s the best man in the world,” Idelle prattled on. “He’ll love you, and you’ll love him. How could you not. He’s so handsome? What a hunky body! And his cock! It’s huge. Your pussy will never want another cock. Just ask Mable. She ditched her husband for Tex’s rod!”

Tex was a Warlock. A sad sack that had made a deal with the Adversary, selling his soul for three wishes. Tex had used his wishes to gain the power to control people and to make him and his wife Natalee have the perfect bodies—his handsome and rugged, hers beautiful and curvy. Now Tex was collecting a harem of women, like Idelle, chaining their souls with his powers and deluding them into thinking they loved him.

And I had tried to free them.

It hadn’t gone well. I didn’t count on Natalee being a regular human instead of one of Tex’s Thralls. She captured me, molested me, and tied me up. If I could only get this darn gag out of my mouth and speak, I could turn the tides against them.

Until then, I had to bide my time.

The soap opera suddenly cut out, replaced by ‘Breaking News’ written in flashing, blue-and-red text. Then there was a shot of the local news anchors: a big-titted Hispanic gal that wore a low-cut blouse, showing off her primary assets effectively, and a clean-cut white guy, broad-shouldered, with chiseled features.

“We have breaking news out of the Pacific Northwest,” the female anchor announced. “A strange gas was released in a Buy Best in South Hill, Washington State. The shoppers received more than they bargained for as the gas caused some strange behavior.”

I knew South Hill. I used to live in Parkland just a few miles west of there.

“They took off all their clothes,” the male anchor continued, “and engaged in inappropriate behavior in the store.”

The footage cut to a woman being interviewed outside the Buy Best. Behind her, firemen and cops were leading stumbling men and women out, draped in yellow blankets, to waiting ambulances. “I walked into the Buy Best and it was full of naked people,” the woman being interviewed stated, her voice rushed, excited to be on TV. “It was horrifying. There were people BLEEPing everywhere. Men BLEEPing women. Women BLEEPing men. And each other. It was a BLEEPing orgy!”

“Authorities report over thirty people had to be taken to local hospitals to be examined,” the male anchor said when they cut back to the studio. “They are expected to make a full recovery.”

“The source of the gas has not been discovered,” the female anchor continued. “Authorities have not ruled out the possibility of a terrorist attack.”

That wasn’t a terrorist attack. No gas made people strip naked and start fucking. Another Warlock was active. Based on the orgy, it was some sad, lonely guy who had never had sex before and was playing out his juvenile fantasies. I expected that the Ecstasy would soon fall onto Sister Louise, the only other nun in North America, and she’d set off to fight this other Warlock.

Hopefully, it would go better for her than my mission had.

To be continued…

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