The Devil's Pact Pt. 03

"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.

* * *

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."

* * *

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.

Chapter Three

I can't believe what a slut I was at work today. But what I did was nothing compared to the naughty acts Lillian committed.

--Facebook post by Anne Myers.

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

Arm-in-arm with Mary, we headed to the food court to "purchase" lunch. A few words to the workers, and they were more than happy to give us our food for free. Mary grabbed a large plate of pasta and a slice of pizza from Sbarro's while I hit up the Chinese buffet, getting chow mein, orange chicken, sweet and sour pork and some egg rolls to share with Mary.

My stomach rumbled as I sat down and Mary eyed my overflowing plate. "You are hungry."

"Well, I've only had pussy to eat today," I grinned. "And while tasty, it's not very fulling. Just a few minutes after eating some tasty cunt, I'm hungry for more."

She laughed, sweet and lovely. "You are a horny stallion. How do you have so much stamina?"

I laughed, "That's one of my many secrets."

"Did you cast a spell?" she eagerly asked. "I bet that book had some Hoodoo spell in it. I'm sure there's an episode of Supernatural that's about that."

"Right, you liked that show."

"Two hot guys fighting evil," she blushed. "What isn't to like."

"So you're into all that supernatural stuff. Vampires and werewolves and Twilight?"

"Yeah, but for TV shows I prefer cop shows."

"Really?"

"Umm, the best are Castle and Bones, so quirky and funny while having interesting murders to solve."

"Yeah, Bones is alright," I nodded. "It's the one with the guy from Angel, right?"

She smiled again. "Yeah. Did you watch Angel?"

"No. I was into Buffy for a while." I grinned. "Beautiful blonde in tight clothing and jumping around. I loved watching those boobs bounce."

She giggled. "That's my horny stallion!"

"I'm more into the sci-fi," I admitted. "Stargate, Star Trek, and Babylon 5, of course."

"Babylon what?" she asked around a mouthful of pasta.

"Only the greatest sci-fi show ever!" My inner fanboy was showing. "It's like a novel in TV form. There is foreshadowing in season one that doesn't pay off into season five. Brilliant show."

"Wow. We'll have to watch that sometime."

"You'd like that?" I asked her.

"I want to share something your passionate about," she smiled. "Besides sex, of course. Though I like sharing that, too."

"So what's your favorite TV show."

"Grey's Anatomy," she answered without hesitation.

"The doctor show?"

She looked at me. "You've never watched it? Ohmygod! It's so amazing. Drama and romance and hunky doctors! We'll definitely have to watch it together!"

"Sure," I said without thinking. I blinked, realizing what I had agreed to. I had no interest in watching the show, yet the thought of curling up on the couch, cuddling with Mary, and watching something she loved didn't sound bad.

In fact, it kinda sound nice.

"Yeah, we'll definitely have to watch it together," I said, reaching across and squeezing her hand.

She flashed me that dazzling smile; I would do anything to see that smile.

"So, you're into the occult?" she asked between bites of her pizza slice.

"Not really," I shrugged. "I'm more into Fantasy."

"Ooh, like Twilight?" she asked, her green eyes lighting up again. "I'm Team Jacob!"

"Yeah, you told me that last night. Maybe I should reconsider this relationship if you likes Twilight."

"Oh, no," she gasped, her eyes widening, then they narrowed. "You're just joking, right? I can hate Twilight for you!"

The pained fear made me feel guilty. I had ordered her to only want to make me happy. "No," I told her, smiling. "It was a bad joke. You can like Twilight. I'd love you no matter what."

Her relieved smile was dazzling. "So, what kind of fantasy do you like?"

"Real fantasy. Tolkien and Howard awesome."

"Oh, that's stuff good, too! I kinda read some of that stuff after Twilight. I didn't think books with monsters and stuff was interesting before," she shrugged. "But now I read all sorts."

"Yeah, like what?"

"Brandon Sanderson," she said. "He's great. And, uh, Song of Ice and Fire."

I blinked. "Are you one of the TV show people?"

She shook her head. "I've never watched it. No HBO. So you read it, huh?"

"Yeah. I do."

"So, you're down with R+L=J?" she asked.

"It's so obvious!" I grinned, and to my amazement, I spent time talking theories of one of my favorite book series with a girl. A cute girl with a beautiful smile, a freckled face, and the most beautiful, emerald eyes. She knew her stuff, and told me a theory I had never even heard of, and it almost made me rethink the entire series.

I glanced at my cell phone, surprised that we just spent an hour talking about Song of Ice and Fire theories. "Wow," I smiled, holding up my phone.

"Is it that late?" She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Come on, we have more shopping to do!"

I grabbed the bags, and we put our arms around the other's waist. As we walked through the mall, we passed Goth Topic and my eye caught a slutty sailor dress on display. It was blue and white with red bows, low-cut bodice, and a short, ruffled skirt. I bet Mary would look so hot in that dress. She saw what I was looking at and smiled.

"You like that dress?" Mary asked; I nodded. She gave a throaty laugh. "Okay, I have an idea. I'll go in and pick up some of naughty clothing as a surprise for you. And that sailor dress. While you amuse yourself."