ock hard shaft. She played with the slip on my belly for a while, taking her time getting to my nylon covered cock, which by now was twitching with desire. I rolled to my side and attempted to take her into my arms to enjoy that luscious body. It was not to be tonight. She had other plans. Her next words gave me a preview of those plans.

"Do it for me" she said, her face full of lust and expectation. She had thought this one out. "Please "him" while I watch"

I replied that I wanted her and again reached for her. She was not to be denied. Again, she pushed me back and in that sweet voice that is so hard to resist said "Please. I want to see you do it" I continued to resist. She took my face in her hands, pleading and kissing me. "Do it for me."

I attempted to put my arms around her but she grabbed my hand, "Take him in hand" she urged, and guided my hand to the waiting slip covered hardness that was more than ready to feel the caress of that slip. Her hand or mine, it no longer mattered. I did what she wanted and took him in hand and began rubbing the slip everywhere it touched. She reached down and gave my hand a squeeze. I tried to interlace my fingers with her, asking "Lets do him together". Kissing my ear while she repositioned, she said "Not this time." She moved around behind me and got me in the sitting up position. Her mouth was close to my ear and I could hear her breathing heavier than normal but still very much in control.

I'd played with my slip covered shaft for a few minutes when she said "I want to see him cum." With that she reached over and rearranged the slip so that my cock was cradled in my nylon covered hand. She kissed me lightly on the ear but never took her eyes off the scene before her. "Go on " she urged and again kissed my ear and reached down, wrapping her hand around mine, guiding it up and down the shaft. She knew me well and knew at what point she could let go and I would continue. She was totally concentrating on my hand, the slip, and my cock. I could feel the climax starting to build in me. She felt me stiffen slightly, and again kissed my ear and felt my nipples with the fingers that moments before were guiding mine.

I started to loose it and began to moan her name and look her face. She didn't even blink or look back at me. She did not want to miss a minute of the show. She only said "Keep going".

As I began to gray out, I felt the familiar spasm that would pour my cum in spurts into the waiting black nylon. Only after the first spurt did her hand rejoin mine guiding the slip to finish me. Four spurts later, I was spent. She slid around to my side and her hand expertly moved in between mine and through the nylon, milked the last of my cum from me.

I was still coming down from the high of the orgasm when I noticed she had taken the slip from my hand and had turned aside. I wondered what she was doing. When she turned back around, I found out.

She turned back to me. Her left breast had a luster of liquid on it in the dim light. I recognized the gossamer liquid as my own, just in time to feel her hand at the nape of my neck, pulling me to her breast. "This is best done in small batches" she breathed, her face flush with desire. Until that moment, I never thought I'd do that. There was no way I could resist. The next sensation I was aware of was her clean breast against my lips, and I watched as she licked her cum covered breast clean of my semen. She hesitated on the cum gobbed nipple area and as she ate up the gobs of sperm, she shook violently and came so hard my cum oozed out of her lips and mouth. I was hard again and wanted to soak every piece of silky nylon lingerie she had.

able to do a single thing.

We are having our beds in front of television and we always used to see the telivision laying in the bed. On this particular night, my family members have gone out to attend a social gathering and we two were alone at the home. We as usually was watching TV. After sometime rani fell asleep and she without knowing put her hand on my boomerang. it erupted like a volcano. I was wearing a kurtha and slowly without moving her removed the kurtha which was covering my boomerang.! and for the first time it has been touched by a lady. iwas overjoyed in the situation and that made me keep her hands for somemore time. after some time as she moved she released her hand.

After that she turned around in her sleep and put her thighs over my hips[the same thing that happened the last day]. but on this time i decided to do something. I slowly but steadily moved my body towards her especially the Hip part. the boomerang was so erect that it toucher her body without me completely moving by body. I slowly opened my kurtha and allowed my nude boomerang to touch her thighs and slowly with one leg, i pulled her thighs inside my legs and her knees was almost touching my balls. at that posture i laid for sometime. Then i grew with confidence. i went out to lock the door to ensure no one was coming in.

When i came back i saw rani laying in her bed showing her butts. I was curious that if she weared a panty or not. She was using a light skirt and i slowly pulled up to see. Alas. she was wearing nothing. I with the courage i gathered from the previous attempt decide to push my boomerang with her ass. I firstly pushed it from behing with the kurtha. then i slighly opened my boomerang and pushed then also there was no response from my sister. I pulled off my clothes and put my knee above her Knee. and my bommerang behing her ass and slowly tried to penetrate. i slid thru her thighs to bottom i was feeling the warmth when i passed thru her pussy.

I pushed slowly and this havent made her awake. I slid behing her ass and started pushing back and forth. and i was now completely behind her and when i was going to leave her my sister turned back. In the next part i will be saying you something exciting than this.!

at she and Mark would do, so when she heard that he had to return to his home for the entire two week period she was more than bummed out, she was devastated.  He felt bad, too, because he wanted to stay with her just as much as she wanted him to but he hadn’t seen his family in almost two months.  He held her close and kissed her deeply as he assured her that he would more than make up for his absence when he returned.

 

Although time dragged by so slowly for those two weeks, Kasey decided to take advantage of the time she had alone. First, she searched through several porn and erotica literature sites to get some ideas for more things to experiment with. Then, she went to her local adult bookstore and bought some toys for her to play with.  And the last thing she did to occupy her time was read through some of Mark’s stories that he had left with her to figure out more of what turned him on. With so much to learn and so little time, Kasey devoted herself to being a full time student of sex for the entire two weeks. This left her more than ready, hot, and waiting for his return.

 

Mark called her as soon as he got back and settled into his apartment on Saturday. Kasey was more than ready for their night together. Before getting dressed to meet him, she lubed up her new anal plug and slipped it deep into her ass. Juices immediately started flowing from her pussy as she anticipated the coming hours they’d spend together.

 

Running to answer his door, Mark was greeted once again with a breathtaking sight. This time she was wearing a short, spandex black skirt with a low-cut, skin tight red lace top that you could see right through and tell she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. He forced himself not to kiss her yet because if he did he’d never make it off his porch and she wouldn’t get to experience the surprise he had set up for her.

 

So, instead of pulling her into his arms like he desperately wanted, he smiled mischievously and took her hand as he led her inside. She was immediately greeted with the alluring smell of vanilla, soft jazz music, and a candlelit room. Traveling from the door back to his bedroom was an imaginary path lined with small candles and sprinkled rose petals. He led her by the hand through his romantically adorned apartment to his candlelit bedroom. Where his old blue and white plaid bedspread had been now laid a white satin comforter with red rose petals scattered on top. Kasey felt tears come to her eyes as she looked up at Mark. This was every girl’s fantasy- finding a man that cared enough to take the time and show her. A man that wasn’t afraid to be a cheesy romantic to please his woman.

 

“Oh Mark,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. “This is amazing.”

 

Smiling, he deepened their kiss as his hands began their rediscovery of her body. Her nipples were hard beneath the lace as his fingers rubbed lightly over them. They pleaded for his attention. Slowly, he lifted the lace from her body and took her full breast in his mouth as his fingers massaged the other one. He slowly ran his tongue around her hardened nipple till he felt a shiver run through her. Then he lightly nibbled it and began to suck harder. Pulling away he slowly blew his cold breath over it making her shiver more. After paying proper reverence to one, his mouth sought her other breast to do the same. This drove Kasey wild with passion. Not only could she feel his breath and tongue against her breasts, but she also had the anal plug in her ass that he was unknowingly pushing in and out as he squeezed her ass with his free hand. As she reached her first orgasm she clung to him to keep her balance.

 

Feeling her orgasm tremble through her body, Mark became even more aroused. He slipped her skirt down her perfectly shaped legs to reveal her sexy, black lace underwear beneath. Her underwear was similar to boy shorts, except they were made completely of lace. The way they clung to her perfect curves was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Running his fingers lightly over them, he discovered that they were entirely soaked with her precious juices. He lightly kissed her stomach and worked his way down as he slid the panties to the floor. Capturing her sopping pussy with his mouth he flicked his tongue against her clit as his hands slid around to her ass to pull her closer. It wasn’t until now that he discovered the toy she had hidden. As his hands felt the wide rubber toy his eyes grew wide and he momentarily lost his breath. Looking up at her he saw her devilish grin and let out a deep moan. Teasingly, she turned around and rubbed her hand over her ass as she bent over. Then she slowly started moving the toy in and out of her ass. The toy started with small ripples at the tip and worked outward to form bigger ripples at the base, and as each ripple slipped slowly in and out of her ass, Kasey brought herself closer to another orgasm.

 

Driven wild with desire, Mark pushed aside her hand as he grabbed the toy and continued as she had. Then, without any warning, he slid the toy from her ass and pushed his now throbbing cock inside as a replacement. Apparently it was a good replacement because Kasey immediately came as he pushed inside her. He then pulled himself out and pushed his cock into her hot, sodden pussy. Slowly he moved himself in and out of her as he held her hips for deeper penetration. Soon she began pushing herself faster and faster against him, quickly approaching yet another orgasm. Just as she was about to reach it he held her hips tightly so she couldn’t slide back on his cock and finish. He waited a second and then pushed all the way inside her, pulled out, and held her hips again. He did this for a minute until she was literally cursing at him and pleading for him to fuck her and let her cum. Finally, as he realized he was getting really close himself, he fucked her like she’d been begging and they found their sweet release together.

 

As they both came down from their high, Mark stood and said, “Come here, I’ve got another surprise for you.”

 

Taking her hand he helped her to her feet and led her to the bathroom. Here she found his huge Jacuzzi tub lined with candles and prepared with a nice, warm bubble bath just for the two of them.

 

“The perfect way to wrap up a perfect night,” claimed Mark as he smiled and kissed her.

 

Kasey was sure she was in heaven. The rest of the world felt so far away that it seemed to never have existed. Here with Mark she felt alive and complete. After enjoying a wonderful bubble bath together they fell into bed feeling happy, exhausted, and loved.

ty horny during a whole day since in all of my classes I was situated right next to one of the class whores. They also hit on me; they would sometimes drop their pen right infront of me while I was standing, and on their way down they would brush my whole leg with their arm or if positioned right their ass. Then coming back up they'd feel if I had gotten hard. Most of the time I did.

But today was different. I quickly unlocked the door to my house and threw my back pack on my couch. then just as I was about to run downstairs I heard a voice "Hey, is that you Mike?" it was my older brother Carl

"Yeah, hey Carl when did you get in?" I replied

"Just this morning, I barely made it to the house in time to catch mom on her way to work so she could let us in"

"Us?"

"Yeah, Mandy is here with me"

Mandy was my neice who was only 8. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and the cutest smile. I won't lie, I have stood behind her once or twice rubbing her with my cock. Then running into the bathroom to masterbate.

"Cool!" I shouted back

Carl came walking down the stairs that led from the upstairs living room.

"Hey, since Mom and Dad aren't home, could you do me a favour?"

"I suppose" I said. I was hoping that it wouldn't occupy my whole weekend.

"Well I need to leave for a business trip. And I can't bring Mandy with me. Could you look after her until Sunday?"

"Sunday? but that's all weekend. I have some stuff that I have to do"

"Yeah I know" Carl said "but I'll pay you $250, plus $150 for food and stuff to do"

"Well" I started, I could see the desperation in Carl's face "I guess I could, it'll be fun"

"Oh thank you lil' bro"

"Yeah yeah, when you gotta leave"

"Right now actually, good thing you didn't go out after school!"

"Oh" I was quite startled

"Yeah, so I left her suitcase in the basement, and Mandy is upstairs. Actually, MANDY COME DOWN HERE SWEETIE"

Mandy came running down the stairs. She looked so cute. She was wearing a skirt and a loose fitting t-shirt. With knee lace socks, and a bright hair clip.

"Hi Mike!" She ran up and hugged me tightly, making my cock jump to life in my pants. "this is going to be a real fun weekend!"

"Yep for sure" I replied while trying to hide the fact that I had a boner.

"Ok mike" Carl butted in "I gotta go, love you sweetie"

Carl kissed Mandy good-bye and hurried out the door.

"Want to go watch some TV" I said

"OK!" cheered Mandy

I chased her up the stairs and sat down while she went to go get herself a glass of juice.

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I got up to take the disc out of the DVD player. We had just finished watching The Matrix together. I should get you ready for bed. So we went downstairs to get her suitcase.

"I guess you can sleep upstairs on mom and dads bed" I told her

"But that's all the way upstairs! It's so far away from you. You have a big bed, can I sleep down her with you?"

Wow, was I shocked. true I had a big queen bed, but sleeping in the same bed would drive me nuts! And drive my nuts nuts if you know what I mean. "Well............yeah I guess that would be ok. Well go have a shower and get washed up"

She ran off into the bathroom and started to have a shower. I walked over to my desk and turned on my laptop. I had been so thankful that my friend had given me his old laptop. It was perfect for surfing the internet for porn. I could do it in my bed, and the best part was that my parents would never find out. I started to look at some of my fave pictures while petting my cock through my jeans. I laid my laptop down and went to grab some clean underwear. Running to the upstairs shower I started to clean myself off while slowly jacking it. After about five minutes I had climaxed and cum splattered all over the shower wall. I grabbed the shower head and cleaned it off. then turning off the water I dred off and went downstairs. I came down the stairs only to see one of the worst, and greatest things of my life. Mandy had turned on my computeer and was flipping through all of my porn!

"MANDY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

"Oh Mike!" She sputtered "I'm sorry, I just wanted to play a game. I'm so sorry, please don't tell daddy, please!"

"It's ok I wont, just turn off the computer and crawl into bed."

Since I was only wearing a pair of boxers I hadn't felt my hard on. I looked down and suddenly noticed it. Trying to dsiguise it for when I crawled into bed. I quickly crawled in and turned off my bed side lamp. I could feel the warmth coming from Mandy and that wasn't helping the state that my penis was in. "Night mandy"

"G'night Mike"

And with that I flicked off the lamp. A few seconds later Mandy spoke up "Mike, what were those people doing in those pictures. It looked like they were having lots of fun."

"Well they were....um....." How could I explain this to her? I would have to just tell her "they were having sex. Do you know what sex is?"

"That's where the man puts his key into a girls lock, right?"

"Yeah, you can look at it that way."

"Can you show me how to do it?"

"Wel, I, I don't, well I don't know I could get in lots of trouble"

"I won't tell. I swear! I'll even give you my necklace just so you kmow I'm serious."

So many emotiong were going through my head. Should I do it? Should I not? My brain was saying no, but my penis and my heart were saying yes. I had to give in.

"Ok Mandy come here." I flicked on the lights, and pulled my pants off. "This is my 'key'. What I want you to do is put it into your mouth and suck it like a lollipop. Ok?"

"Ok!" she quickly rolled over to me and licked the tip. A feeling of pure bliss ran through my body. "Oh jesus this is good" I whispered.

"Put it into your mouth."

She did and it was unbelievable. Her mouth was small, which was good because I wasn't that big. I took her head and started to bob it up and own, while with my other hand I placed her hand onto the base and started jerking my cock. She eventually figured out what I wanted her to do. After about 30 seconds I felt ready to come. "Mandy, something is going to come out of my mouth. don't be afraid it wont hurt you. try to swallow some, but you don't have to."

and after 2 more strokes I came. The hardest I have ever came. She started to gag and took her mouth off and cum started to drip from her mouth. Still jerking me I removed her cum covered hand and put it into her mouth. "Mmmm Mike it's soooooo tasty!"

"Yeah? Well that's nice then."

As she was licking her fingers off I started to caress her white skin. It was so smooth and creamy. It wasn't long before I had another hard-on. "Now Mandy, we're going to have sex"

I started to take off her shirt to reveile to small, pink, erect nipples. I started sucking on them and she started to moan softly. Then I moved down and took off her pajama bottoms, then her panties. I started to suck on her whole fagina, Swiping my toungue over her crease as she moaned louder. Then I took her clit in my nouth. and she started to scream in pleasure. She went into a ball and started screaming. she was having her first orgasm. My mouth then got hit by a liquid and I knew she was squirter. I had found numerous 'squrting' porno sites and have always wanted to witness a real one. And now I had. "Oh Mike, was that sex? I t was wonderful!"

"No that's not true sex yet. We'veonly done oral sex. But now I'm going to stick my key into your lock. It will hurt for a few seconds. But don't worry it'll feel really good right after."

And with that I moved so I was laying ontop of her and guided my penis at the entrance of her 'lock'. I slowly began to push it in as she started moaning and screaming in pain and pleasure. "Oh Mike, it hurts, but it feels good oh oh"

It was long before I had reached her hymen. Then I thrusted forward with all my might as she let out a screach and started screaming. "Shhhh, shhhh. It's ok the painful part is over. Get ready for the good part!"

She stopped screaming and started moaning as I pumped in and out of her. Her pussy walls were so tight, yet they felt like heaven. It was becoming easier as she was extremely wet, and there was a little blood working in there too. then she started screaming and shaking and I knew she was climaxing again. Her pussy clamped down on my like a vice grip. And that was all I needed. I started moaning too as I shot my load deep into her.

I then collapsed to her side and she soon fell asleep. I looked down and saw the the sheets were soaked. Oh well, tomorrow I would get to show her the magic of a girl having sex on a vibrating washing machine.

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over my protruding belly and slowly to my pubic mound. From there the tips of my fingers slowly slid past the outer lips and slightly touched my clit. My body quivered with delight. "Mmm, Toro!" I moaned out then dove my fingers deeply into my wanting hole. My fingers worked in and out quickly. No slow movements, no light touching, just straight in and right down to business. I spread my legs further allowing my fingers to dive deeper. My body began to tense up, my toes curling. I was panting heavily. Dreaming of yesterday got me all worked up making me hornier by the second. Closer and closer it came. My body trembled slightly. "Oh... yes." I whispered out slightly out of breath. Deeper, Faster YES That's it... almost! Then in a quick moment, it all disappeared by the sound of someone knocking on my door. My eyes slowly opened, a frown upon my face. "What?!" I shouted angrily.

A muffled meek voice could be heard on the other side. "Mistress, I have your morning medicine."

I rolled my eyes and slowly slipped out of bed leaving the towel behind. I grasped a red robe from a nearby hook and slipped it on. I opened the door snatched up the pills and the glass of water and slammed the door in the woman's face. That damned servant had messed up that delicious thought in my head. "Hmm.." I walked over to the window and peered out of it. I popped the pills into my mouth and took a gulp of water to get them down. In the distance a few clouds of settling dust could be seen. I looked at the time and smiled. "Perfect." I sat the glass down, adjusted my robe, slipped on some slippers, then put my hand on the handle. My face turned serious, a frown upon my face. I swung the door open and stormed out. I quickly and angrily made my way to the barn. No one asked questions.. no one even looked at me, in fear it would have been them I would be scolding.

I made my way to the other side of the barn. I stood just along the wall, "Perfect cover, none of the servants would think other wise." ." I then stepped into an open doorway and gazed in at the servant of my sexual desires. "Toro" I licked my lips watching him adjust bits of hay and move some of the stacks around. I could feel myself getting wet already. He was perfect. His chiseled chest, his muscular thighs, The sexy nose ring, his horns... yes horns. This object of lust was none other then an anthropomorphic bull. However, what really got me going was what that sexy beast of mine had between those thighs. He was a bull true, and owning a farm I knew what an actual bull cock looked like. But my wonderful servant was gifted like a horse, but had the look of a human penis. And from what I could see, he was growing in excitement. "A bit excited are we?" I finally spoke out.

I watched as he gave a startled look in my direction. Then his nostrils flared slightly then returned to normal. "I smell that you've already used some of yours up today..." He said to me and returned to shifting hay around the floor of the barn. My eyes were just hooked on him... "mmm I just HAVE to have him."

"Oh but I have much more," I added and took a slow step towards him followed by another. My hips moved seductively from side to side. My eyes hooked onto his, I could see I had his attention, he was biting his bottom lip. As I neared his hand came out to touch my hip but he quickly retracted it.

"Oh! Burning up are we?" he said to me that smirk on his face. I watched as he leaned back against the large bail of Hay and started to scratch his abs idly. It too everything I had to keep from jumping on him and riding him until tomorrow, AND with the added fact I was pregnant made this feeling even harder to control. "Yesterday was quite something... Besides you look like you could take a break from this and tackle... something else... perhaps?"

"Oh, you've come all the way into this dirty old barn to give me a task?" A seductive smile of his own appeared. He must of known what I was speaking about because my eyes became transfixed no longer on his face... but at his thumb idly sliding along the edge of the cloth which hid that big delicious thing from me. I slowly tore my gaze away and looked back to him.

"Not just any old task... a mission." I said ending in a slight passionate whisper. My hands had already begun working on untying the knot in my robe.

"I can do anything to fulfill my mistress' needs" He told me. I could see him close his eyes. When he opened them again I gave him a sexy smile.

"Good." I smirked and let that silky robe fall from my shoulders and to a heap on the floor. A sensual chill went up my spine. My darker pink nipples hardened with excitement.

"Would my mistress tell me exactly what my mission is?" He asked me while slowly sliding that flimsy cloth from his waist to the floor. I licked my lips as slowly what I desired most was shown to me. That big fat fuck pole dangled idly between his legs. "God I want it in me soo bad!"

"To attack and conquer this..." I answered giving my firm ass a nice spank.

"Mistress, again your voluptuous ass goes left on flagged and for the taking?! I can only hope to assault it good enough." He said taking that small step towards me. His furry hand gently held one of my breasts. He tilted his head downwards, his tongue coming out to greet my hard nipple. He lifted his head and gave my nipple a gentle squeeze. Milk came out in a few drops, then slowly a slight stream. He looked to me briefly then continued his tonguing assault on my sensitive nipples. I tilted my head back and wrapped my arms around his bulky shoulders. A rather loud moan escaped from between my lips when I felt him begin to suckle on my other nipple. His hand still pinching and gently rolling the other nipple between his fingers, letting the milk drip down his hand and my breast. "Yes, Toro... Drink of me...." I felt him give my breast a nudge with his snout continuing to suckle, as if trying to get more of my milk to come out. I gripped onto his shoulders. Already I could feel the tingle growing in my pussy, my muscles spasm at times making me become overly lubricated.

Then his hand stopped pinching and slowly moved down my body, pausing at my belly and giving it a gentle rub before continuing downward. His fingers gently touched their way around to my ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze then continued downwards to my thigh and lifted it up to his waist. His other hand which was gently cupping my breast moved down to the puffy pink lips of my pussy. He gently rubbed and stimulated my clit sending small surges of pleasure through out me. Then he broke from suckling on my nipple and gently licked the milk from the other. His warm tongue moved up to my neck. His fingers still rubbing my clit gently, he spoke to me gently. "This must have been taken over... hmm?"

I softly moaned and gave a nod. "Taken over, but willing to be taken over again if that's what you want." He had moved his fingers away from my pussy and lowered my leg back to the floor. He held a hand out to the large waist high pile of Hay bails. I walked over to them and before I could turn to face him, he was already against my backside. His fat bull cock was between my legs pressed up against my pussy. However, because he was quite long and his chest was tightly against my back, his cock protruded out the front of my legs. He gently began to make very very slow movements forward, lubricating his cock with my juices. He then gave my ass a firm spank, followed by a firm grip on my arms keeping me completely still as he thrusted a bit more rubbing his cock harder against my pussy. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan. I then felt one of his hands release and move my long brown hair to come over my shoulder and to the front of me. He retook my arm and gently thrusted again his cock sliding easily now between my thighs.

I felt him begin to nibble on the back of my neck, sending goose bumps through my body. "Mmm, you just tell me how bad you need it, and I might give you what your body wants so badly...." He whispered into my ear.

I bit my lower lip, I was the mistress yet he was totally the dominate one in this situation. "I... need it badly..." I said slightly breathy. "I want to feel that bull cock deep inside me... in my pussy.. ass... I don't care... Make me your bit...." Before I could finish he had quickly bent me over the stacked bails of hay, my toes hardly touching the floor. My eyes shot open feeling something I've never experienced before. That same tongue that was so delicate on my nipples was now licking with an almost vengeance type attitude at the bud of my ass. I would of objected to this, but I began to feel his hand making it's way up my thigh and to my pussy. A finger settled onto my clit and began to rub it. Soon the awkward tonguing sensation began to feel good... really good. "Mmm! More... MORE!" I began to press my ass more against his snout. His tongue licked harder, his finger rubbing the same. I felt like I was going to cum really soon. His finger rubbed a notch faster, His tongue lapping and slightly sliding a bit lower to my dripping pussy. Oh yes... almost!!! I gritted my teeth my body getting tenser. Then it stopped. No.. no I was soo close! I gave a slightly disappointing moan. I felt him press his chest against my backside.

"What would master say if he saw this?" he whispered into my ear. I felt his hand trail between the lips of my pussy, collecting the juices, before continuing up and rubbing it on the hole of my ass. "Hmm?" he questioned me once more. I felt his finger put a little bit of pressure on my asshole, but not enough to slide it in. I tried to move back against him, but failed because I was hardly even standing on the tips of my toes. I wanted him so badly, I wanted to cum for him. He removed his finger and I felt his strong hands on the inside of my thighs only to spread my legs farther apart. Next was the feeling of the large head slowly rubbing against my aching clit. "Hmm? What would he say seeing this fat bull cock stuffed deeply into his wife?" His speaking and the hardly enough sensation on my clit was driving me to the brink of pleasurable insanity.

"I DON"T CARE!" I finally exclaimed in a moan of frustration. "Just FU.... Oooooo" I paused in my words, my lips changed to a more "O" shape as I cooed out softly. He had began to slowly glide that large monster down along the outer lips, taking a moment to gather more juices before bringing it to my rear. He slide the head along my crack. I could feel it was the head was rather large compared to that tight hold of mine, but I knew it would feel damned good.

"You'd like for him to see this... wouldn't you mistress." He added while rubbing the pre cum over the hole making it more lubricated. "You want him to watch you get reamed like the dirty anal whore you are."

I gripped lightly onto the bail. "Yes, Toro... Yes I want him to watch his wife's ass get abused by your large fuckpole." But I couldn't say it, I was too lost in the pleasure. I was only managing soft moans and rough head nods. This was torture but I loved every minute of it. Finally, I felt pressure as he had aimed and began to push it in. Despite how lubed he and I were, it was the size that had made it difficult. I would feel him push then relax then push a bit more, each push threatening to rip me in half. In a matter of seconds only half the head was in before I felt him shift slightly. "Relax" He told me while he grabbed my hand and moved it to between my legs. "Rub, It will help you relax." He lifted my chest slightly, I could stand on my toes more so that it didn't put pressure on my bulging belly. His hands rested on my breasts, massaging them, gently pinching the nipples. Soon the pinching turned to gentle tugs downwards, milking me.

"Mmm, uhhhh... Toro..." I whispered out of passion. Then he rested be back over the bail and placed his hands on both ass cheeks. He spread my cheeks just slightly farther apart and applied more pressure. Slowly I felt the head slide further and further in. He paused a moment then gave one more push finally shoving the head past my sphincter and sinking it into my ass.

"mmmMMM! Aaaahhh!!" I moaned out loudly, contracting my muscles slightly.

"You know the other servants say you're uptight." His thumbs slid closer to my hole, and spread my cheeks further apart. Then a good push let that thick fat head slide even deeper inside. Then a firm hand came down on my ass, giving it a spank. "But the only thing that's tight about you is your ass." He added before stuffing that 18 inch cow cock deep into my ass. He pulled out tile the head was the only thing in. He thrusted slowly but only about 3 inches or so before retreating again until the head was left. He continued to torture me. I tried to push back against him, but he kept my hips firmly against the hay bail. I whined slightly and tried again, but failed. In... out.. in... out.. and only 3 inches! The sexual frustration grew more with his every slight thrust.

I felt his hot breath on my neck, that tongue slightly slid across the back of my neck. "You like this mistress? You need it nice and slow? Is this what you want?" He gave a slight thrust, then I felt the shaft slightly wiggle in a small circle, but none the less.. still only 3 inches stayed inside.

"No... rough.. hard.. PLEASE I BEG YOU!!!" I nearly screamed out, a single tear from my eye as I became sexually emotional. I felt the head pop out slightly. "No please!! Don't stop!" I begged him, arching my back trying to bring my ass more to him as if it would persuade him to continue. Then all at once he rammed the full length all the way in. His hands moved to my hips, he pulled out only to thrust fully back in. With every thrust I could feel those big bull balls slapping against my clit, stimulating it. I grasped onto the hay bail, my teeth gritted. Gradually his thrusts became faster and harder. My breaths became short and my moans more often almost matching his thrusting. "Oh, oh!.... I'm.. I'm going to...!" I felt his hands grab my shoulders as he began to smash his hips into that lovely ass of mine. My muscles tightened up I could feel myself beginning to slip off the edge. I inhaled and held my breath. Then he pulled out fully and paused, leaving me unfinished and unsatisfied.

"TORO! Please!" I begged him. He lifted me easily and turned me over laying me on my back. He began to lean over me but had my legs hooked in the crook of his elbows. His hands rested at my sides leaving me quite spread open and resting nearly on my mid to upper back. His tongue came out and lightly traced small circles around my nipples. I closed my eyes and cooed softly. Soon I felt him draw my nipple into his mouth, his cold nose pressed against my chest as he began to suckle again. "Toro....... Please.... I need your bull cock badly deep inside me...." I whispered. I felt the head push against that used and loose back hole of mine, easily sliding in. "Please...." I moved my hands to gently grip his strong arms.

With that the freight train started, like a piston he reeled back and pumped forward. My ass began to create that slurping sound as his bull cock worked in and out of me. He sucked at my tender nipple harder as he continued his steady pumping. He released the nipple and leaned back slightly. One hand stayed on the back of a thigh keeping me nearly curled. I watched as he slipped a beefy finger deep into the depths of my neglected pussy. I moaned out in ecstasy feeling him retract it and slide it back in. Upon retracting another finger was added, pumped in and out a few times before another. Finally four of his thick fingers were working in and out of her pussy while her ass remained stuffed full of thick cow dick.

I moaned out now feeling his thumb gently rub my clit, building that pleasure inside me again. My eyes transfixed on those fingers moving in and out, his dick in my ass only aiding to the tingling sensation within me. My ass began to feel fuller. It was then I felt I was coming closer to that edge of delight, knowing that his cock was getting ready to fill me. I began to pant heavily again. My toes were starting to curl as my body tensed slightly. "Yes Toro! Fuck me hard! Fill me with your hot bull cum!" I moaned out.

His hands grasped onto my waist and began thrusting faster and harder into me. I heard him groan as I moaned out. My hand moved quickly to my pussy rubbing my clit feverishly. In.. out.. in... out. His hips rammed into my firm ass, stuffing that monster to the hilt deeply into me. My other hand moved to my nipple, tugging, twisting, pulling, and pinching. "Toro yes!! I'm... I'm..." I panted my muscles tightening even more around his cock. "I'm Cumming!" I moaned out my body jerking underneath him as I fell over the edge of exotic pleasure. My own juices gushed out of my pussy and down to my ass, only lubricating it even more.

He grunted again ramming into me forcing my body upwards on the hay, giving a good push deeper before pulling back. I heard him snort as again his hips met my ass, pushing deeper. "Mistress... God! Take it you whore!" He shouted out just before ramming back into me. His grip tightened around my waist as he pressed his hips really hard against my ass trying to shove it even deeper. I felt his cock twitch, then unload what felt like gallons of creamy bull milk deep into my rectum, filling it beyond what it could hold. Some of it came spilling out past his shaft, dripping down half my back and onto the bail of hay below me.

His firm grip loosened and he relaxed pulling out only slightly. He leaned over me bringing my legs down so that I could wrap them around his waist. "My mistress..." He whispered gently before taking me by surprise and gently kissing me. It was quite odd but none the less it was quite nice. He began to gently move his hips in a very slowly circular movement, his pubic mound gently rubbing my clit.

He broke the kiss, his tongue trailing down my neck and back to my breasts. He began to lick on the other nipple then brought it into his mouth where he suckled on that one. I wrapped my arms around him closing my eyes. His cock was softening, but still had enough hardness to continue moving in and out of me slightly. He suckled a bit harder, his other hand now pinching and milking the other one. I felt another orgasm take over my body leaving me trembling below him.

His hand moved over my stomach where he gently rubbed it, then slowly down to my pussy where he caressed my clit. I opened my eyes and looked deeply into his. A mistress shouldn't feel this way about a servant especially a pregnant mistress. I could see something in his eyes, a hint of something that shouldn't be there. I think one day I'll let him fuck my pussy... but it will have to be a while after I have my husband's baby. "My Toro..." I whispered in return. He gently pulled his cock out of my ass letting it rest. He pulled my body to his and lifted me his cum finally spilling from my ass. He walked over to a nice pile of hay where he laid me down and took the spot next to me. I cuddled up to him and rested my head on his chest. I closed my eyes, maybe... he could father the next. I stayed in that barn with him for the rest of the day, where we had a few more anal sessions...

body though nowhere near addonis-esque, "gorgeous, deep eyes" according to Sarah, an overall hot face (again according to Sarah), and soft pale skin.

Sarah and i had alot in common. The only area in which we greatly differed ideally was sexuality, go figure. Sarah wasn't conservative or a total prude, but her idea of sex was very different from mine. She had been molested as a child by a next door neighbor when she was 13 years old. He didn't fuck her, but he felt her up and made out with her. She did all of this as her father watched. Apparently, her father had developed a voyeuristic fetish. He preferred watching instead of partaking. He was also somewhat of a pedophile, if you hadn't guessed already. Sarah was a catholic school girl, and man oh man, did he admire those skirts. Honestly, i get off to the whole school girl look, too, minus, you know, the pre-pubescent/early pubescent girls part. I have a pretty filthy mind, but i'll go more in depth with that later.

So anyway, she said she wanted to have sex with someone she was married to. We literally did everything else in the book except sex. Now, i'm not a total asshole who only cares about sex. However, our relationship needed it. I wanted it, and despite what she would tell me, she wanted it, too. We had every reason in the world to do it, but she didn't. After a while, the relationship became far too routine. I actually loathed being around her, at one point. I broke it off gently, and we agreed to go our separate ways.

Another reason i broke it off with her was a few uncomfortable vibes i picked up from her during our makeout/fooling around sessions. I dunno.... it just.... sometimes i got the feeling that she was subconciously trying to recreate the whole scene of her molestation while we fooled around. I'm a dirty guy, but doing something like that is a little too dirty, even for me......

However, i'd be lying if i said i never had the urge to ask her if she still had the schoolgirl outfit around. She would've looked soooooo hot in it. Those knee socks crawling up her hot skinny legs, exposing the soft inviting flesh of her thighs.... the hint of her panties, all covered by her plaid or grey skirt. Her blouse with the top button unbuttoned, inviting me to check out her small rack..... The look of repressed lust on her face..... Sarah would've fit the role perfectly........ Often times, i would fantasize..... i would create scenarios in my head where Sarah and i didn't necessarily know each other too well..... where she had to come over to my house to work on a prject with me, after school..... i would fantasize about great sexual tension between the both of us...... we would flirt back and forth, me checking out her body and panties whenver i got a shot..... eventually, we would start doing stuff..... I jacked off to this image in my mind God knows how many times..... i so wanted to make it a reality, but never had the balls to try...... Like i said earlier, when Sarah was on, she was on. But other than that, i always figured she was never as open minded as i was when it came to sex. Boy would i turn out to be wrong.

So anyway, here i am, a single man. As i said earlier Sarah and i would eventually get back together a few months later, which begs the question. What went down in that 3 month gap? I lost my virginity.... from a certain point of view.....

Being the flithy pervert i am, i had developed a predilection for anal sex. It seemed so forbidden..... so dirty..... and it seemed like it felt awesome, too. The though of cumming deep into someone's ass would send me into orbit. Sarah obviously couldn't fulfill this fantasy, so i had to look elsewhere...... and now that i was out of the realtionship, i knew just where to get it.......

A guy i know named Matt had a younger brother, two years to be exact. His name was Brian and he was about 18. I was 20. Brian wasn't exactly a ladies man.... he was actually kind of a loser.... well, not really. Just one of those stoner losers. On top of that, he was Bi, which kind of explained why some people didn't like him. He never really admitted he was bi, but at the same time, he wasn't in the closet. If that makes any sense.

So anyway, when Matt went away to college, we started hanging out more. Occasionally, we would smoke some weed together. It wasn't until a couple of months before i broke up with Sarah that strange things started happening between me and Brian..... confusing things. He always walked around in his tight white briefs with a shirt on. I never saw any problem with this. It's not like i checked out guys, or anything.... well..... that is.... until i started checking him out. I don't want to make excuses or seem like i'm in denial..... i'll admit i was turned on by Brian, at one point. However, being that i was at my sexual peak at the time..... insane when it came to the though of anal sex..... knew he was bi...... and the fact that him and i would wrestle each other and get kind hard....... well, i don't think i have to explain anymore. It was co-association combined with other factors. Like i said, i'm not into guys. In fact, Brian is the only dude who ever turned me on, but not necessarily him, per se. The acts themselves. The thought of wrestling erotically in a pair of briefs with him while we ignored the 800 lbs. gorilla in his bedroom that was our mutual desire for each other. The though of him being my bitch while he sucked my cock..... and me pulling down his briefs, sticking my dick up his ass, and fucking him while he moaned and screamed......

I was determined to fulfill this fantasy. It wasn't exactly hard (no pun intended) to do it, either. As i mentioned before, we'd often wrestle with each other for hours. Both clinging to one another. I was almost always the only one who ended up on top, pinning him to the ground, but he never seemed to have a problem with it. In fact he often smiled whenever i had him in a pinning predicament or some kind of submission. If i'd sit on his chest, sit on his back, straddle his stomach, give him a bear hug.... he made this giggle that kinda turned me on.............. we ould often engage in these hot wrestles even when i was going out with Sarah, but i knew i couldn't cheat on her. Brian and i almost hooked up God knows how many times.......

So once i broke up with Sarah, i called him up. I went to his house, where we did our usual wrestling. This time, though, i wanted to make the message clear that i wanted his ass. So i wore briefs. When we stripped, he gasped in awe. As we both stood there in our briefs, boners poking through the cotton, i checked him out. Brian wasn't a bad looking guy. Pretty skinny, but had a better body than me. I'm not a good judge when it comes to guy's looks, but he had a handsome, healthly looking face. He was a few inches shorter than me, at 5'8.

We then started wrestling. We began with a huge bear hug, where we just stood there clinging to each other for a few moments. Of course, i could've easily taken him down right then and there, but i wanted to enjoy this. After all, this was it. I was going to fuck Brian. I wanted to savor it. Finally, i let him take me down, and rolled over on my stomach. He sat on my back for a few minutes until i pushed him off and gave him a headlock. I eventually let him out of it but maintained control by keeping him lying on his stomach. It was time to ring the dinner bell. I pulled down his briefs and spanked his left ass cheek. He giggled and got up after i stood up. He looked at me with a smile and giggled. We then started wrestling again and i took him down once more. I spread myself across his back as he lay on his stomach. He grinded his brief clad ass into brief clad cock, and i almost came right then and there. We then wrestled around for a few moments until i finally pinned him down. I had him by both of his wrists, and had the rest of my body weight on his stomach. Gradually, i just lay myself on top of him. It was almost as if i was resting. We stood that way for a minute until he finally made a move. My lip was on his cheek. Coincidentally, he grabbed my butt cheek. We looked at each other and made out. We made out for a minute until i stood up and pulled down my briefs freeing my red, hard cock. He took it in his mouth and blew me for a couple of minutes until he stopped. He said that i had to reciprocate. He wanted me to grab either grab his hard dick for his pants or lick his ass. My mouth watered at the thought of licking his smooth hairless ass, and proceeeded. He moaned until i stopped. I told him i wanted to fuck his ass. He smiled and agreed. I slapped on a condom, greases my weasel, and spread his cheeks apart. His pink asshole looked oh so inviting. I pushed my dick up his tight pink butthole. I fucked him silly in front of his mirror and got turned on by the expressions he made as pumped the hell out of him and his whimpers and moans. Finally, i came.

Afterwards, i felt really awkward and guilty. W talked and i told him not to expect a relationship or anything out of this. He said he was fine and only liked to mess around with guys sexually. He, like myself, could never fall in love with another man. Relieved, i went home. We still hung out with nothing funny at all happening between us. He was a cool guy i could trust. Or so i thought.

So Sarah and i eventually start hanging out together again, and low and behold, my feelings were rekindled. We hooked up and talked about getting back together. She said she never lost her feelings for me. This was pretty much the same thing that all her friends told her. I was a happy man. I had everything i wanted. Except one thing, which would eventually cost me my relationship.

She asked me if i had been with anyone during our hiatus.... i lied and said no.... big mistake that would eventually come back to haunt me. I tried talking to her about sex, but she still didn't want to. Well.... she did..... but not with me. She blushed as she told me. I was hurt. I didn't know what to think. Why would she want to have sex with someone else and not me, her boyfriend? More importantly, who was the little prick? I asked her and she said no one in particular. She described the way she wanted it, and the more she told me, the more i believed her when she said it wasn't anyone in particular. She wanted me to watch her while she fucked another guy. Now who does that remind you of? Her father. Of course. It made sense. I was right all along, she DID subconcsiously long to recreate that sexual experience form childhood.

So i basically put a label on the whole thing. Menage trois. A three way. She said yeah, i guess. She wanted it with me and another guy. I had no problem with this. I had a similar fantasy once.... involving Sarah and another guy..... a guy named Brian. It turned me on to no end. I never told her about my experience with Brian, but this would work out perfectly. She agreed to do it with him.

Sarah never really knew Brian all that well. They were mere aquiantances. I got on the horn with Brian and asked if he was interested. He said hell yeah and invited us over Friday night.

The day finally came, and Sarah and i made our way. I was slightly nervous. I didn't exactly know what kind of reprecussions this would hav eon our relationship. I began to worry? Could Brian outperform me? Could Sarah end up leaving me for Brian? Could Brian spill the beans about our little fool around? Could i contract an STD? Sarah may have been alot fo things, but a cheater wasn't one of them.

Honestly, all these thoughts mad eme fill up with lust, in a masochistic way..... i didn't actually want them to happen and yet.... the risk factor excited me to no end.

We finall arrived at Brian's. No one was home. All three of us smoked a bowl and just hung out for a little bit. I noticed Sarah and Brian were hitting it off pretty well, almost flirting with each other. My stomach churned a bit. Finally, i went to the bathroom to take a tiny piss which could've been held in. Was i subconcsiously trying to get Sarah to elope with Brian? Considering the fact i was high, it was very possible. I stayed in there for a couple of minutes. Finally, i walked back into the room...... and i stopped dead in my tracks as the two of them made out on Brian's bed. They looked at me and then continued to make out. I guess this was their way of breaking the ice. We all took our clothes off, leaving us completely stark naked. I began making out with Sarah as Brian massaged and sucked her cute tits. She then switched back to Brian..... i was disturbed by how their kiss was far more passionate..... and yet turned on at the same time. I then proceeded to eat out her pussy as Brian put his dick in her mouth. She sucked him hard.... harder then she ever sucked me..... i felt sick to my stomach..... i had obviously done my homework, as Sarah began a series of clitoral orgasms. Or maybe it was just the excitement of having a cock in her mouth while she had a tongue in her twat. We all took a break, slightly exhausted. Brian began making out with her again. They were really going at it, groping each other. Sarah and i were pretty wild when we fooled around, but it was nothing like this....... i knew what was happeneing right in front of me.......

So eventually i start making out with Sarah again, this time just as wildly as she was when she made with Brian a few minutes prior..... Brian watched as we both caressed each other..... Finally, we stopped...... Brian was about to get ready to fuck her until she suggested something that still makes my stomach jump to this day...... "Hey.... you know.... this is a three way.... why don't you guys do some stuff?".... i was shocked.... Brian smirked as did i...... i was sooooo turned on by the fact that my girlfriend wanted to see us do some shit........ Brian and i started making out as we groped each other's butts..... She seemed to enjoy watching this as she fingered herself the whole time throughout our interplay..... Brian sucked my cock until i rolled him over on his stomach, grabbed a latex condom, and pounded his ass until came hard........

After a few minutes, Sarah said it was time..... Brian slipped on a condom..... Before he started fucking her she said "Wait!.... i want to suck Chuck's cock while you fuck me from behind" and so she did...... eventually, i popped my cock out of her mouth and just watched the two of them fuck each other silly...... sarah was screaming, moaning...... Brian smiled and made that sexy giggle the whole entire time..... they looked good together..... better than Sarah and i ever looked..... Eventually he came...... she didn't, however..... to which i asked "Hey, can i fuck you now?" She said no, you're my father. COnfused as fuck, i asked her to explain further. She said that she liked me but she could never fuck me because now i solidified the role of her father in her sexuality. "The Watcher". I knew what this meant right then and there. Brian was the molester. He was the only one she'd ever desire sexually. God was this confusing.... and heartbreaking, to say the least.

Eventually, we all got dressed and Sarah and i left. For the next few weeks, everything seemed somewhat normal. We talked about what had happened with Brian, not just what she told me in front the guy, but everything around it. The sex, everything. We still made out and what not, but something was missing. For the next couple of months, i had subconciously put my blinders on. I knew something was going on. We didn't hang out as much and Brian had been added as friend on her myspace. Tenuous as this may sound, i still knew something was going on between them..... and i was destined to find out.

One night when we hung out, i stole her phone and hid it in the backyard, that way when she called it, she wouldn't hear the ring. I told her i'd keep my eyes peeled for it. Finally, when she left, i checked her text messages.... it was the moment of truth....... and low and behold, there were all sorts of messages from Brian. They had met several times together. I was crushed, and yet turned on at the same time.

When i returned her phone, i knew i had to talk with her about this. So i did. She admitted that she cheated on me with Brian 5 times. I was..... ugh....... I just broked it off with her right then and there. She said she didn't want a relationship with Brian but would only have sex with him. She brought up the idea of a tri-relationship to which i just laughed. That night, i jerked off to the thought of both of them fucking each other's brains out. I came soooooo damn hard.

The next day, i knew there was something i needed to do..... i went to talk with Brian. There was some yelling and screaming, but we eventually talked it out like men. He said he liked her sexually and romantically. However, she didn't feel the same way about him. I didn't believe him. Eventually i came forward and said that i didn't approve of the relationship and warned him to back the fuck off. He then blackmailed me by saying he would tell her about our little fuckathon that i lied about to Sarah. I was trapped. All i could do was watch them have a relationship. Down i went off her top 8 on myspace, and up Brian went.

The next month was very painful....... until she called me at the end of the month telling me they had broken up. At first, i jumped up with joy..... and then my heart sank when she told me why. She said Brian was annoying, far from boyfriend material...... but he had contracted HIV........ Thankfully, Sarah didn't get it..... but she felt guilty about leaving him, even though it had nothing to do with the fact that he contracted HIV to begin with....... Brian would eventually die within the next year as his HIV qucikly metamorphisized into full blown AIDS.... Chuck and Sarah didn't get back together, but remained friends...... for a little while, until they fell for each other again.........

5 years later, Chuck was invited to his buddy's wedding. He had never been to a wedding before, and was asked to invite one date. He hadn't spoken to Sarah in a year or so at that point, and decided to call her up. Delighted, she accepted his invitation. One thing led to another and they were back together for the 2nd time..... Although Sarah didn't catch the bouquet at that wedding, that didn't stop her from being the next girl who became happily married to Chuck 2 years later. On the night of their honeymoon, they had sex for the first time..... and stayed happily married for the rest of their lives, completely faithful to one another. Chuck had finally become the missing piece to the jigsaw puzzle that was Sarah's sexuality. He was no longer just the watcher or father figure. He was everything she ever desired n another human being.

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One of my favorite exhibitions took place in a city north of where we live. Our little village is extremely conservative and would have us burned at the stake if they knew about us. We had a power gate installed with an intercom and remote camera and the whole farm is well fenced. We also have a couple of dogs patrolling the grounds at night..

When we want to play, we go to this large city and have our fun in malls, restaurants and parks located on the outskirts. We also frequent bars in that city known for being very discrete.

 

One such bar was the scene of our favorite episode. My husband and I sat in our van and planned it to the minute. First, my husband walked in and sat on the stool to  the far left of the bar. A few moments later, I walked in and sat next to him. I was wearing skirt and stockings and heels without panties in my way. I seldom wore them anyway. We ignored each other as if we were strangers. Soon, a man walked over and sat beside me, glancing down at my skirt, which had ridden up to reveal the lace tops of the stockings. I turned and gave the man a smile to encourage him. He soon was filling my ear with small talk and complimenting me on my looks and everything he could to hopefully get me aroused. I soon felt his hand on my thigh, testing my reaction. I simply held still and let him work a little higher. My skirt hid the fact that I was not wearing panties and the look on his face when he found it out was one of surprise and approval. I simply spread my legs a little more to let him get his fingers where he was headed. On the seat to my left, my husband was watching this and had a good view of the strange fingers probing me. I glanced down and saw that my husband was indeed enjoying the show. The stranger finally slipped a finger in my soaking wet slit and probed for my clit. He continued to probe until he had two fingers inside me and was massaging my clit. This was all in plain view of my husband, who was trying hard to hide his erection. As the man worked on my pussy, the front of my skirt was working higher and higher until my tummy was showing. The positioning of the stranger and my husband hid me from view of other bar patrons. He kept fingering me until I was almost ready to come. While he was fingering me, I had reached over and was slowly rubbing his member through his trousers. I suddenly felt my orgasm start to overtake my body and rubbed his cock hard until a wet spot in his trousers appeared at roughly the same time. My husband leaned over me when I had calmed down and whispered to the man that a round of drinks should be in order for masturbating his wife. We then enjoyed our fresh drinks and left the bar, laughing as we stepped out into the night air.

 

My flashing was not limited to men. I often flashed women sitting in restaurants, making my exposure less obvious than with men, knowing a lot of women would get very upset seeing me showing myself. One such time, we sat across from another couple and I slowly crossed my legs to test her reaction. At first, there was no reaction but on my second leg cross, she licked her lips and shot me a slight smile over her husband’s shoulder. She then decided to do likewise to me and crossed her own, baring her white panties to me as she slowly crossed hers. After a few minutes, she excused herself to her husband and left for the ladies’ room. As she passed our booth, she whispered for me to follow her. When I walked into the ladies’ room, she opened the stall door she was behind and stepped out in just her stockings and heels. She reached out and raised my skirt and then stepped close, rubbing her bare pussy against mine and holding my buttocks. She then planted a deep, probing kiss on my lips, searching for my tongue. She stepped back in the stall after handing me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. I tucked the paper in my skirt pocket and left her to dress. I called the number later in the week and, after several meets on neutral ground, invited her and her husband to our farm for a weekend. They were grateful to be able to go nude the whole weekend. She told me she talked her husband into coming after pointing out he would see me in the nude and possibly get to see her and I together. It proved to be a very enjoyable weekend. They still stop down a few times each summer.

 

Flashing took place in malls and stores. It was a routine in our car as we drove the interstate highway from home to the city. Last summer, we were going to South Carolina to visit one of  the husband’s family. I went to a studio and had my body painted to look as if I was in a tee shirt top and blue shorts. The artist took special care to make it as real looking as possible. We packed up our small motor home and started south. All I was wearing was the body paint and my husband was wearing a polo top and had shorts at his feet to pull on if needed quickly. I wore only the paint until we stopped just down the street from his relative’s home. It was only then, I pulled on some shorts and a top after showering off in the camper. I have to admit it felt good to get that paint off me. It was water soluble paint and was easy to get off after sweating under it all that way. The artist had given me an ample supply of touch up to make repairs. During the trip, I had gotten out of the motorhome several times at fuel stops and nobody picked up on the fact I was actually naked. If they did, they hid their emotions. My husband and I went to several malls and restaurants in the area down there and I made sure my Yankee ass was seen by as many  Southern boys and ladies as possible. The night before we left, IU waited until about three in the morning and walked completely around the block his relatives lived on, wearing only a pair of five inch heels.

 

After leaving South Carolina, we started home and decided to see how often we could have sex outside on the trip home. I stripped to the skin and he again had only a shirt on as we drove. At practically every rest stop and emergency pull off we saw after dark, we stopped and fucked on the parking area or in the surrounding grassy areas. We did manage to stop and fuck alongside the road in broad daylight but on busy I-95, it’s hard to find a safe place. On one such night stop at a pulloff area with a tractor trailer sitting and idling at one end. We pulled in like a tired motorist and sat there to see if the driver would get out of his truck. We got out of the motorhome and spread a blanket on the ground on the roadside of our vehicle. We then got down and fucked ourselves silly with cars driving by on their way to wherever. After we finished, we picked up the blanket and drove on. In one town near an exit, we got off and drove down the street, stopping at a school and picking a dark area of  the well groomed lawn. We got out of the motorhome and lay on the grass fucking like two high school kids.

 

On the way home, we ran into a heavy rainstorm and pulled off the interstate to wait it out. My husband knew one of my favorite oddities is to fuck in a rainstorm with the rains beating n our naked bodies. He drove the van slowly along a road parallel to the interstate and found a grassy area with a place to park near it. We parked the van and lay in the grass and had absolutely great sex. Every time lightning would light up the sky, our naked bodies were as visible as during bright daylight. Two cars drove by in the storm but neither one must have seen us in the heavy downpour.

 

Our sexual escapades were not limited to our trip south. We had sex in every conceivable place we could and on more than one occasion, we were seen doing so. The thrill of being seen having sex is almost orgasm producing in itself. Sex clubs and certain beaches or camps are havens for this conduct but the thrill isn’t as great when you expect to see sex being performed. It is about as exciting as going to adult movie theaters or drive in movies.

 

We used to have a drive in theater in my home town back when my hubby and I were dating. It showed XXX rated movies and there was more action in the cars than on the screen. My husband-to-be had a big van with a mattress tossed in the back. He would take us to the drive in and back the van into a place near the back. He then opened the rear doors and we could watch the show and even make one of our own. The rules of the drive in stated that we had to be dressed to go to the snack bar or restrooms. All sexual activities were limited to inside the vehicles and all were subject to ID checks for underage.

 

The drive in’s managers were getting more and more strict with the rules and soon began to loose business to the tapes and DVD’s now readily available. The drive in went up for sale and was bought by my husband’s brothers, who immediately changed it into a private club with membership cards and all that stuff. A membership fee of five dollars got you access to the drive in and all the privileges. You were allowed to walk all around the premises completely naked and even have sex outside as long as it didn’t bother anyone. That was a slim possibility, because we all went there to see nudity and sex, both on and off the screen. I used to work the ticket booth in complete nudity and enjoyed every moment. The only places that required anything at all were the snack bar and restrooms, which required that bottoms be worn I never understood the bathroom requirement but the snack bar was a good place to keep things covered.

 

There was a small stage built in front of the screen where you could live out your wildest fantasy in front of everyone. It was required that you bring your own sheets or blanket for that action. The stage was opened about an hour and a half before the main movie started and closed as the movie began. It opened briefly during intermissions, then closed for the rest of the movie. My husband and I took advantage of that stage a few times. The constant hassle from law enforcement and health department officials, along with the widespread availability of tapes and DVD’s finally caused the closing of the drive in and an American institution.

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“Ghostwriter”

mself, but there was also no way to tell where the light was coming from. It was also hard to tell if he was right side up or upside down. The young man also had the feeling that there wasn't even a surface to head towards... not that it mattered since he didn't think he could make it in time anyway.

The strangeness of the water around him could be felt by every inch of his skin. He felt was though he had no control over his actions for the atmosphere's thickness was too suffocating for him to move. It didn't really matter though since it looked as though every direction was the same. Every direction led to darkness, which made him wonder if the source of the light was closer than he thought. He wasn't sure how long he was able to hold out until he drowned in this strange sea of mysterious light and darkness.

"Hello little one, is this your first visit?" A voice called out to him from behind. The young man opened his eyes, but was unable to turn around to face the owner of such a beautiful and tantalizing voice. He felt a pair of slender arms wrap around his waist and a presence behind him that drove away the suffocating atmosphere. Even though he had only been alone in this place for thirty seconds, it felt like it had been thirty years since he felt the warmth of another human being.

The goddess behind him pressed her body up against the back of the confused young man. The woman was also clearly naked as could be felt by the breasts that rubbed against the young man's naked back. She pressed her forehead against the nape of the guy's neck so that she could not be seen if he suddenly turned around. They stayed like that for quite a while... floating in the darkness together. Both of them kept silent, waiting for the other to break the ice.

"Are you... a goddess?" The young man asked as he attempted to see the face of his saviour. He wanted to see the face of the woman he was sure was more beautiful than anything or anyone in the entire world.

"You're human... yet you're here... where I'm weakest," The goddess said. She released the young man and allowed him to turn around. "This is a place of rebirth and revitalization. Is that why you're here?"

"I... don't know why I'm here," the young man replied as he turned around. Finally, he was allowed to see the face of the woman who saved him. "But I'm happy to have met you-"

BBBRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNN!!!

"Huh?" The young man woke up to the sound of an alarm clock going off. He hit the snooze button and attempted to go back to sleep again. Unfortunately, he was unable to go back to the dream with the naked goddess floating in the ocean. "Why did I even set the alarm clock? It's the weekend..."

Clack... the sound of pebbles hitting his window gave him a reason to get up.

"What now?" He muttered as he climbed out of bed and went towards the window. He opened it up and looked outside.

"Wow... you have bad bed hair. It is all spiky and stuff," Monica remarked as she stared up at the person she woke up. "Oh! That can be your new nickname! Spike!"

"Wait... you mean I have to put up with nicknames even on the weekends?" Spike grumbled as he slammed his window shut. He turned around and went back to bed, only to have more pebbles hit his window. He sighed and went back to his window to see what his friend wanted. "Are you going to keep throwing pebbles at my window until I agree to help find Sera's house with you?"

"Of course," Monica smiled slyly with her hands tucked behind her back and her eyes staring innocently into Spike's.

"... fine," Spike grumbled.

BBBRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNN!!!

"Oh right... I hit the snooze," Spike grumbled again as he stared at his alarm clock.

"Hmm?" Monica tilted her head, then became startled when an alarm clock flew out the window and into her hands. "Huh...?"

Title: WTF High's School Defense Force - Lesson VI
Class: 4D
Room: 104
Let's go to the house of the demoness who not only hypnotize and enslaves people but can also decapitate other demons without even trying!

"So... we're trying to find Sera's house, huh?" Spike asked as he wandered the streets alongside Monica. Today he chose to wear a black hoodie with blue jeans and running shoes. He also carried an umbrella even though the skies were clear.

"Yes," Monica replied without looking in her companion's direction. Today she chose to wear a white cardigan sweater over a black tube top and black cargo pants. She also carried the shinken sword she used against Sera after the first day of school.

"Any chance you'll tell me why?" Spike asked again.

"Nope," Monica replied.

"How bout why Trent's coming along, then?" Spike asked as he turned towards his other companion.

"Oh, c'mon! Three's a crowd, right? Crowds are fun!" Trent laughed cheerfully. He was still wearing the same kind of clothes he had been for the past six days. In fact, Spike was positive it was the exact same clothes for the past six days.

"Monica?" Spike turned back towards Monica again.

"No idea," Monica replied. "What is the problem with him coming along? He is your friend, right?"

"Hey, triple C stands for coca-cola classic, right? Who do you think thought that up?" Trent asked.

"Really? First I've heard of it," Spike replied. "Wait... did I use that acronym before? Hmm... never mind."

"I heard it was coined two years ago by a hobo who claimed to be a doctor," Monica said as she twirled her finger in the air. "He also mentioned something about subliminal messages in Nike ads."

"I heard it was started three years ago by a hippie who stutters and could only read the first letter of each word," Trent replied.

"Man... now I'm thirsty," Spike muttered. He pointed towards Monica's sword and asked, "Is it okay for you to be carrying that around?"

"Why not?" Monica asked.

"Wel-"

"Look! A squirrel!" Trent exclaimed as he pointed towards a passing grey squirrel. He immediately changed into a dog, shook off his clothes, and ran after the squirrel.

"Wha-Wait, did he just turn into a dog?" Spike sputtered with wide open eyes.

"I thought you two were friends," Monica replied as though anthropomorphic animals were completely natural. "I am surprised he did not show it off to you sooner."

"The squirrel ran down a hole," Trent grumbled as he changed back into his human form. Of course, he was completely naked at this point.

"Yet... somehow... it all makes a strange sort of sense," Spike muttered to himself.

*****

The Tim stood in front of his apartment building. A fifty storey building housing over five thousand different people. It was timber-red in colour with greyish balconies and black frames around the windows and doors. He looked up at the top of the building where he was sure his room was in.

The elevator ride up was mostly eventless save for a couple kids rushing in on the third floor. They pressed all the buttons leading to all floors, making the trip up even slower. Tim left the elevator and took the second one up.

The music was boring, too.

*****

Room 5011 was a single room with a closet, open-space kitchen, and a bathroom. There was also a television set, a coffee table, and a bed in the room. Since it was such a small place, on a lightless floor, and was so high up, the rent was pretty cheap. Standing in the kitchen and looking over a pot of boiling soup was a nineteen year old teenaged girl with mid-back length light brown hair and grassy dark green eyes. The brown haired girl had well-tanned skin and a small frame, which she wore only an apron over. Besides the apron, she was not wearing anything else.

Eria remembered how the apartment looked when she first came here. The lights were always out and there was usually nothing in the fridge save more maybe an expired carton of milk or rotten cabbages. The cupboards were empty and the only thing out was a pot and pan, which were rarely ever used. However, things changed ever since Tim decided to go back to school. No... that wasn't right... the changes began after he came home with injuries that took a month to heal. It didn't really matter to Eria, though, as long as the future continued to look bright for the two of them.

"Looking good there, little girl. Waiting for your hubby to come home?" Sera's voice came from behind as a pair of nimble hands snaked out and grabbed the startled girl's B-cup breasts. With cunning skill the deadly demoness groped Eria's two breasts behind the thin material of the apron. She sought out the hidden nipples with mischievous fox-like eyes and a malicious serpentine grin. Once she did, she just couldn't help giggling into her prey's ear, "What's this? Pierced nipples? How kinky of you. I couldn't had known just by looking at your face."

Who are you and how did you get in here? Eria tried to bring herself to say those words, but they just wouldn't come out. Her breathing became too heavy and her blood boiling too hot for her to kick this strange intruder out of her home. She found herself unable to concentrate anymore and fell under the spell of the demoness' hands. Her face was flushed and she was already aroused from wearing only an apron, waiting for Tim to come home. Come on... what's wrong with you? This isn't the time... please... just... why...?

Simply put, you can't because I won't let you, Sera smirked into the weakened girl's mind. She pulled the semi-naked girl away from the boiling pot of soup and turned of the stove. After all, she didn't want any accidents to happen. She wrapped an arm around Eria's waist and brought her free hand up against the girl's cheek. At this point, the brown-haired girl was barely able to stand. Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you. I only came here to talk to Tim, classmate to classmate. Since he's not here right not, why don't the two of us have a little bit of fun while we wait?

*****

"I take it you're used to seeing weird things?" Spike asked. "After all, you didn't seem freaked out when Trent transformed."

"I had seen weirder, like three headed monkeys," Monica replied with a shrug. "I am a *demon hunter*, after all."

"You're a demon hunter?" Spike blinked.

"You do not know anything, do you?" Monica gave her classmate a skeptical look. It was then she picked up something else from what Spike said. "Wait... *do you know Japanese*?"

"Uh... a little," Spike replied with a nervous chuckle. Can't tell her I learned it from fansubbing Hentai.

"Huh... then-" Monica began.

"Three headed monkey!" Trent exclaimed as he pointed towards a lawn ornament of a three headed monkey. Hiding behind the lawn ornament was the grey squirrel from before. The rodent took off as fast as he could down the street.

"Anyway, if we do not find Sera's house, what do you feel like doing?" Monica asked.

"I feel like following that squirrel," Spike replied as he started following the grey squirrel.

"Squirrel?" Trent's attention turned back towards the grey squirrel and began chasing after it.

"Hold it... let us just follow quietly this time," Monica said as she pulled the blonde dog-man back by the hair. She studied her less hyper classmate and thought, Is this what Sera was talking about?

("This part sucks," Trent muttered. "I thought it was supposed to be funny."

"The previous and next parts involve a girl seducing another girl," Spike replied. "Who really cares whether this small part is funny or not?"

"By the way, it turns out strawberry blonde means orange," Monica added. "Therefore, from now on Sera's hair is golden blonde. She is a demoness, so it is possible for her to change hair colours anyway."

"Sera's hair was always golden blonde," Spike replied with a quirked eyebrow.

"Then whose hair was strawberry blonde?" Monica asked.

"Uh..." Neither Spike nor Trent knew as well.)

*****

"So your name's Eria and you were a slave for six years? You were given as to Tim by your previous owner as payment," Sera smirked devilishly as she pinned her prey down on the bed. She was wearing a green sweater along with a pair of bicycle shorts and running shoes. The sweater was baggy and made it very obvious that she was not wearing anything else underneath. Her knees were on either side of the semi-conscious girl's hips while her hands gripped tightly against the wrists. With the blonde's abnormal strength, the nineteen year old would not had been able to get free even if she were fully conscious. "Both of your parents are wanted criminals, so you can't even go to the proper authorities. In other words, your life is entirely in the palm of Gunslinger Boy's hand. In short, you're his sex slave."

"Stop... p-please... how... how d-do you know... all th-this...?" Eria asked in a frightened voice as she tried to escape her captive's grasp. Her apron was on the kitchen floor where Sera left it, meaning that the light brown-haired girl was completely exposed to the blonde's lustful eyes. Her pierced nipples jutted up and outward from her round B-cup breasts. Recovering a bit from her dizziness from earlier, she said, "Ah... as you said, T-Tim is m-my m-master. O-Once he gets b-back, y-you'll b-be sorry."

"Shush, little girl. I won't hurt you if you give me no reason to," Sera said as she pressed the tip of her finger against Eria's lips. She let go of the other girl's other wrist and sat straight up. She pressed the tips of her fingers together before stretching them out and away from each other. At the same time, scarves came out of her sleeves and starting moving around on their own as though they were dancing in the air. Eventually, they wound themselves around Eria's wrists and ankles, then stayed floating in the air. Sera got off the confused and frightened girl and stood beside the bed to conduct the last of the preparations. "Don't worry, it'll be uncomfortable at first, but you'll soon learn to love it once I'm through with you."

With that said, the scarves lifted themselves until Eria was practically floating a foot off the bed. Her ankles were lifted high above her head and spread as far apart as was physically allowed. More scarves wrapped themselves around the captured girl's knees so that they were able to bend. In that position, both pussy and ass were exposed and easily accessible to the blonde demoness.

"Now... what to do next..." Sera tapped her chin thoughtfully as she looked around at her options in the apartment. Her yellow predatory eyes fell upon the handle of a gun that was sticking out from underneath one of the pillows. Interested, she reached in and pulled the gun out, examining it with sadistic eyes. She licked her lips and rubbed the weapon against her cheek as though it were a stuffed animal. "Hmm, the newest Glock model, I see. It's fully loaded, too. Does your master not care about gun safety? Well, at least the safety lock's on. Oh... now it's not."

The blonde aimed at invisible targets around the room, enjoying the look on the slave girl's face at the same time. Finally, she pressed the end of the gun barrel against the opening of the bound girl's pussy. At this point, Eria was too scared to even move a single muscle. Her heart was beating so loudly that she was sure Sera could hear it. Well... Sera could hear the beating heart, but only because she had superhuman hearing.

"Tell me, have you ever been fucked by a gun before? Don't worry about answering that. I can just search your mind for the answers," Sera explained as she pushed the gun in until the barrel made its way inside the girl's moist pussy. The sound of squishing echoed throughout the room as she continued gun-fucking (is that even a word? o_O") Eria until the first signs of an orgasm reached her ears. She leaned her head in and flicked her tongue against the dark star under the pussy. The snake-like tongue danced along the opening, causing more quivers of fear and pleasure in the bound girl's body. Once her tongue invaded the slave girl's backdoor, she felt the slave girl come for the first time that day. "Oh my, there's so much juice coming out of you. Tim's a lucky boy to have such a wet and willing girl like you for a slave."

By reading Eria's mind, Sera learned that the bound slave girl had indeed been 'gun-fucked' before when she was fifteen. Six girls including Eria were lined up and made to kneel down with their head against the floor and their hands tied behind their backs. Six guys with shotguns came in and started fucking the slave girls until they came several times. The girls were told that their performance was a bit... lacking lately. However, there was one among them who did so bad that she was going to die. They would not find out who was to die until the shotguns were fired all at once. Of course, Eria did not die. However, the memories of that day were still fresh in her mind since she had to... clean up the mess.

"....." Sera stopped her fucking long enough to allow her new toy to come down from her high. Eria had a second orgasm and her pussy walls clenched tightly against the barrel of the loaded gun. She momentarily wondered if perhaps with the amount of juice she was producing the gun would malfunction, but she remembered that the gun was a hundred times more durable than an AK-47. Even after receiving two powerful orgasms, she could not help but stare at the gun in her womanhood. Sera sighed and slowly and carefully pulled out the gun.

Bang!

Momentarily caught off guard, Sera looked up from the gun she had in Eria's pussy and towards the front door. Standing there with a magnum in his hands was none other than the former assassin, Tim Ying. A familiar scent caught the demoness' attention and she turned back towards the light brown haired bound girl. Out of shock and fear, Eria pissed all over herself and the bed below her right before she rolled back her eyes and passed out.

"Heh... was that a warning shot?" Sera smirked as she pulled the Glock gun fully out of Eria's pussy. She brought the barrel of the gun to her lips and her tongue slid along, catching the sweet taste of the victim's juice. With her other hand, she lifted and opened it, revealing a large bullet that was still sizzling with smoke. "No... you were aiming it at my head, weren't you? Come now, boy. You didn't really think I was really going to kill your little sweetie pie, did you?"

"....." Tim had never encountered someone who was able to stop bullets with their bare hand save for his shihfu. He knew that he could not win against such a powerful opponent and opted to listen to what this blonde girl had to say. He cautiously lowered his weapon, eyeing the Glock that was in the demoness' hand. "Why are you here?"

"Why, to see you, of course," Sera chuckled as she lowered the unconscious Eria down onto the bed. The Glock in her hand was placed on the foot of the bed between the girl's open legs. Her scarves released their hold and returned to their owner's sleeves. "I came here to invite you to visit my house this weekend. It concerns the demons who attacked... among other things."

"If I say no?" Tim asked.

"I'll come by on a regular basis, of course," Sera smirked as she licked her lips seductively.

"Fine," Tim replied. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

*****

Here I am, Tim thought to himself as he stood before the house he was searching for. He looked down at the piece of paper with Sera's address and made sure he was at the right place. He gave out a single sigh, then pocketed the piece of paper before taking a step pass the outer fence.

The house was in an old neighbourhood, so its appearance and style did not seem out of place at all. Two large trees on either side of the lawn hid most of the house from view including most of the second floor windows. It was almost as though they were planted specifically to make it hard to see in, but easy to see out. A tire swing hung from the tree on the right and lilies lined the front of the house. Stone steps led the way from the white wooden gate to the red front door.

From the outside, it looked just like any old house you could find on the street. However, Tim reasoned with himself that this house belonged to a demoness. Simply put, he could not allow such a normal appearance throw him off. After all, he dealt with plenty of dangerous people with seemingly normal lives. He stepped onto the trail of stones and listened to the gate creak eerily behind him.

Zip!

"Hmm?" Tim blinked when a squirrel suddenly flashed past his feet and towards the tree with the tire swing. He watched the little rodent run into a hole at the base of the tree.

Zip!

A couple seconds after the squirrel flashed by, Trent was scrambling after his prey while on all fours. He sniffed around the tree in search of the hole his target escaped through, but to no avail. Apparently, that escape route had somehow disappeared like magic. How knew... perhaps it was magic at work.

"Tim? What are you doing here?" Spike asked as soon as he reached the front gate of Sera's home. Monica was right behind him.

"... was invited. You?" Tim asked as soon as he noticed his classmates.

"Yeah, Sera invited us too," Spike replied as he and Monica went past the wooden gate. "Did you have to follow a squirrel to get here, by the way?"

"....." Tim speechlessly took out the piece of paper with Sera's address on it and showed it to his classmates. He tucked it back in and headed for the front door with Spike and Monica following closely behind. Once he reached the front door, he turned his attention back on Spike. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Eh? It's-" Spike began.

"Today it's Spike," Trent exclaimed as he joined his friends at the front door. He gave up on finding the squirrel and opted to check out Sera's house with everyone else. "You know, cause of his bad bed hair?"

"Wait, how did you know about that?" Spike asked, remembering that Trent wasn't there when Monica woke him up by throwing pebbles at his window.

Ding dong!

"So... uh... why do you thi-" Spike began again.

The witch is dead,
which oh witch?
The wicked witch.

"That song sounds vaguely familiar," Spike remarked.

"The door's open," Tim noted after pushing the front door open with a single finger. His eyes went towards the door frame. "Doesn't look like it uses a door knob, either."

"So thieves can just come and go?" Monica blinked. She immediately realized her mistake. "Oh... right. They would not make it out alive."

"Hey, where'd Trent go?" Spike asked, suddenly realizing that the hyperactive one wasn't around anymore. After a couple of seconds, he looked up as well as Tim and Monica.

"Cool! She's got a pool!" Trent shouted from on top of the roof. In a flash, he was gone from the other three's sight.

"Wait a minute! Trent!" Monica exclaimed as she retreated a few steps to see if she could still catch sight of her furry friend.

"Huh?" Spike's attention turned towards the front door, which was wide open at this point. For some reason, the inside of the house was covered in darkness and invisible to anyone outside. Tim was also missing from where he stood, which meant he had probably gone ahead inside. Shrugging his shoulders, he went in as well.

"*Huh?*" Monica suddenly realized that she was the only one left in the front yard. Muttering Japanese curse words under her breathe, she quickly went through the front door after her two friends.

A few minutes later, a delivery boy riding a scooter from a local diner passed by. He had approximately twelve servings worth of food with him, which meant however ordered them probably had a lot of company or something. As he stopped right in front of Sera's house, he muttered to himself, "Let's see here... 1428 Elm Street..."

Rock looked down at the piece of paper in front of him, then took out a pencil. He wrote the answer on the crossword he was working on before putting it and his pencil away. After that, he checked the address to Sera's house (which was not 1428 Elm Street) before grabbing the twelve servings worth of food and heading for the front door.

*****

Interesting... Tim thought to himself as soon as he walked through the front door. His hands were already gripping tightly to the Glock guns hidden in the depths of his two pockets. His eyes were sharp and his mind was quickly processing the details of the current situation. He heard the door behind him shut and when he turned around, the door was gone.

The room he was in was finely furnished with an earth green couch, a glass coffee table, and a whole range of bookcases covering all of one wall. The carpet was beige with floral patterns and the walls were painted with a light purplish pink colour. On either side of the couch were more book shelves, though these ones were the size of ordinary drawers. One top of each of these was a blue vase with blue roses. On the coffee table was a glass vase with white lilies.

Sitting cross-legged behind the coffee table was a familiar girl. She had hazel almond-shaped eyes and wavy mahogany hair that reached down just a couple inches past her shoulders. She had on a brown t-shirt, a blue miniskirt, and wore a blue pendant around her neck. Her name was Rebecca, a girl from class 4-D. She held a deck of cards in her hand, which she placed on the coffee table. "Fancy meeting you here, Tim. How bout a game?"

"What game?" Tim asked before sitting down across from Rebecca.

"Strip poker," Rebecca replied with a mischievous smirk on her face.

*****

*What the... where the hell am I?* Monica thought to herself as she stood in the middle of a dark room. Before she could react, the only source of light from the open door behind her vanished. She whirled around and ran towards the door, feeling for it with her hands. Unfortunately, all she felt was solid wall. She placed her hand on the hilt of the sword and wondered if she should try making a door.

Fwip!

A painful whistle pierced through the air and lashed out at the unsuspecting sword girl. Fortunately for her, she was able to pick up the sound just in time to avoid it before it hit her. With a flash of skill, she had her sword unsheathed in no time at all. She immediately circled the room in search of the source of the attack with nearly soundless feet and sharp ears.

She remembered training in complete darkness when she was fourteen years old. She would be completely naked save for a blindfold and shackles that chained her ankles to the floor. All she had to defend herself with was a shinai. Her sensei would whip her from random directions at different parts of her body unless she successfully defended herself from them. Unfortunately, her sensei's footsteps were practically mute and the whistles of his whips were next to impossible to pick up despite the speed and strength behind them.

The training exercise usually ended with her passing out from all the pain. Whip marks lined her skin from head to toe, especially her breasts, ass, and pussy. Monica distinctly remembered the hits to her nipples and her clitoris as the most painful of them all. Thankfully, the skill behind the whippings were beyond expert and left no permanent mark on her soft and supple skin. With an unusually fast healing rate and a bucket full of iced salt water, it was as though the training never happened.

There was a technique where if one moved fast enough, it appeared as though there were many of them surrounding one's opponent. It was later that Monica learned that her sensei was using that same technique in her training. It was no wonder it felt as though the whips were coming from every direction around her! However, like any fighter worth their salt, she adapted and improved herself. Her first success at this training exercise was when she caught the whip with her teeth just before it could hit her face. After that, it was as though she developed a sixth sense for she was able to parry nearly all the attacks that came at her while she was still blindfolded.

The whips that came at Monica now were miles behind the ones she had to deal with. Compared to her sensei's training, dodging these attacks was like avoiding an incoming truck going two miles per hour. In seconds she stood right before her assailant with the tip of her shinken pressed against the throat.

*****

"Eh?" The first thing Spike saw as soon as he stepped through the front door was the blonde demoness sitting at the dining room table, sipping tea. He looked around in confusion and wondered how he got here so quickly. He turned around and cautiously pushed open the door behind him. He wasn't completely surprised when he saw the kitchen instead of the front yard. The youngster turned his attention back on Sera. "Um... hi?"

"Hello, Berserker... or should I call you Spike, instead?" Sera asked as she placed the cup of tea in her hands down on top of the table. She wore a blue skirt and blouse with the top two buttons left undone. With graceful hands, she poured her new guest a cup of tea and placed it front of him. "Please sit down and have some tea with me."

"Um... sure, thanks," Spike replied as he took a seat across from his blonde classmate. He stared at the tea in front of him for a couple of seconds, then he picked it up and took a small sip. The scent of the tea rose up with the steam that still visibly wafted up through the air. The tea itself was still hot, but had cooled down enough to drink. The bitterness of the tea left a sweet and pleasant aftertaste. He placed the tea back down on the table and asked, "So... uh... where're the others? Trent was on the roof, but I'm pretty sure Tim and Monica came inside with me."

"They'll be joining us real soon, don't worry," Sera replied as she refilled her own cup. She placed her elbow on the table and her face against her hand. She tilted her head and stared curiously at the young man across from her. Behind her the backyard could had easily been seen if not for the thick black curtains. "Until they arrive, I thought perhaps we could talk a bit."

"What do you want to talk about?" Spike asked nervously before taking another sip of tea. If he was not quick to swallow it, he probably would had spurted it out as soon as he felt something press against his groin. He simply sat there frozen stiff with the cup still held in both hands as Sera started massaging the bulge in his pants with her bare toes.

"I'm sorry, but teasing's just in my nature," Sera giggled as she withdrew her foot and crossed her legs. Spike was a little disappointed when he felt the foot leave his crotch, but now he was able to visibly relax. Of course, he was still hard from that little stunt and Sera could easily tell. The blonde girl placed both elbows on the table and bridged her hands together under her chin. "All jokes aside, I'll be needing to let you in a little on the stuff that's been going on. You'll need this knowledge if you're to succeed in the trials that lay ahead."

"Alright... I'm listening," Spike blinked in response with uncertainty in his voice.

*****

"A pool! It's a pool!" Trent shouted excitedly as he stood on the edge of the roof just above Sera's swimming pool. The pool looked as though it was divided in half into two squares not by an invisible line, but by wooden poles of various sizes sticking up from the bottom of the pool. The one square section closer to the house was the swim-able area with a diving board and a "Tarzan" rope. The rope was attached to a tree that was right next to the pool. The square section further from the house was the one with wooden poles, though its purpose was unknown to the dog-man at the moment... not that it mattered to him.

Whap!

Trent was just about to jump into the pool when he was knocked forward by a small object hitting him in the back of the head. He immediately recovered himself by catching and swinging along the edge of the balcony that was conveniently right underneath him. He held onto the edge with one hand while still upside down before gently lowering his feet onto it. Once he was safe from the fall, he looked up and caught sight of what hit him in the back of the head.

"Ack! You're that squirrel I was chasing earlier!" Trent exclaimed as he pointed an accusing finger at his assailant. Sure enough, standing there atop one of the wooden poles was the squirrel grinning maliciously at the teen. However, one key difference about the squirrel was that it was wearing small boxing gloves this time.

*****

"Hello? Anyone home?" Rock grumbled right after he went in through the open front door. He rang the bell, of course, but no one answered so he went inside. He was not about to let some bastard (or bitch) claim that he was late and therefore declare the food as free, especially when there were twelve servings worth of food.

The room he was in looked a whole lot like an attic than anything else, but that couldn't be. He just came in through the front door. Speaking of the front door, when he turned around he noticed that the door was gone. That was the first of many signs that something was wrong, though he probably should had counted the front door being open as the first sign. Ignoring his initial mistake, he set the delivery down and explored the attic with interest in his eyes.

There were stacks of boxes off to the side with labels like 'old clothes' or '19th century books' on them. Animal heads and old paintings of various styles lined the wall. There was even a pool table with all ten balls out as though waiting for someone to play. What particularly caught the young mans interest, however, was the gigantic suit of armour sitting there against the wall. It was obvious why the suit of armour was sitting down instead of standing up: It was just too big. The television-sized helmet was already almost touching the beam of wood that would had been part of the ceiling if this wasn't the attic.

"Whoever wore this must've been something else," Rock whistled as he looked up into the visor of the gigantic helmet. He leaned forward and tapped his knuckle lightly against the amour and listened to the soft hollow clangs. Whoever wore this armour could easily be around fourteen or fifteen feet tall. He withdrew his hand and decided to see if he could find a way out of the attic. There didn't appear to be any stairs or doors leading outside. Maybe he could climb out through the window.

Clink

Rock immediately turned around and came face to face with the giant armour.

*****

"As you may have guessed by now, I'm actually a 712 year old demoness," Sera explained while twirling her right braided sideburn. "My father is the king of snakes, meaning he's a snake demon. My mother is a fox demon and there's none better at casting illusions than her. At least none I know of, anyway."

"You're actually 712?" Spike asked as he quirked his eyebrow at this new piece of information. "So... your..."

"Of course, among demons 712 is still pretty young," Sera chuckled before taking another sip of tea. "I'd have to be at least a thousand to be considered a full-grown adult. Then again, it's not like anything's holding me back from being an adult among humans."

"Mmph," Spike nodded his head as he took a sip at the same time.

"Enough about that, though. Why don't we talk about something more interesting," Sera grinned with a luscious look in her yellow predatory eyes. She placed a hand on the table and leaned forward, allowing a scant view of her cleavage. "Care to know what I'd like to talk about?"

"Uh... wh-what?" Spike stammered as he nervously leaned forward in response.

"Magic," Sera snickered.

I fell for it again, Spike's head hit the table.

"Spike?" Monica's voice suddenly asked from behind. Spike quickly whirled around and saw the young sword girl come out from the kitchen door, though he bet she didn't come out of the kitchen. Surprisingly, Monica had her sword out and even more surprisingly she had it against the throat of Linda who was in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Linda trembled in the presence of her owner. Besides the leather collar around her neck and what appeared to be a chastity belt with a whip attached to it, she was completely naked. "She was too fast for me. I failed, Mistress."

"Nonsense, pet. I actually expected this kind of result," Sera smiled sweetly at her slave. She turned her eyes on Monica as she addressed her, "Perhaps you could put that dangerous thing away now. It'd be bad if an avoidable accident occurred, don't you think?"

Monica stared back with spirited eyes, but she knew she could not afford to get on the stronger girl's bad side now. With a sigh, she withdrew her blade and sheathed it.

"Mistress," Linda cried out before running over to kneel at her Mistress' side. She rubbed her face affectionately against the blonde girl's thigh.

"You did good, pet," Sera cooed as she ran her hand through the slave girl's hair. She grabbed hold of Linda's collar and directed her under the table while uncrossing her legs. It was obvious what she wanted to happen. She poured a third cup of tea and said, "Now, why don't you take a seat, Moto-chan? I'm sure we've a lot to talk about."

"*Fine,*" Monica/Motoko took a seat next to Spike, but did not touch her tea. After a couple seconds she reasoned with herself that if Sera wanted to try something on her, she would do so with something less subtle. With that in mind, she accepted the cup of tea and drank it.

"Good, now we can begin," Sera smirked as she stroked her pet's head. "I don't believe the other three will be along for a while, anyway. It's just a hunch, though."

*****

"Three aces," Tim called as he showed his hand. He crossed his arms and waited to see what his opponent hand. Evidently, he was doing pretty well what with not losing any clothes and all. His opponent on the other hand...

"I... I..." Rebecca stared at the three aces in disbelief. She wanted to accuse the young man across from her of cheating, but she was the one who dealt the cards throughout the entire game and the deck she used had a unique design. All she had left on at this point was the blue g-string hiding her moist and ready pussy. Now that she lost this hand, she had no choice but to show her classmate her most private area.

"If we're done here, then I'll be going," Tim announced as he started to get up. He paused as soon as the g-string was thrown onto the coffee table right in front of him.

"We're not done yet," Rebecca declared as she started shuffling her cards again. She proudly showed off her assets and did not do anything to hide her pussy. It could be easily seen through the glass coffee table, which was probably why they were playing on it. "Instead of clothes, I'll be betting some... favours. Of course, you can't really collect them until after the game, but I promise I won't run away. You're still going to play, right?"

"....." Tim said nothing as he sat back down to resume the game.

*****

"Collect four, I win," Rock declared as he dropped a black checker to end the game. There was a whole stack of board games sitting right beside him. He started shuffling through them one by one. "That means I get to choose the next game. Let's see... Guess Who... Memory... Monopoly... Jumanji..."

"....." The giant armour tilted his helmet-head while still holding a red checker in his finger tips.