He would pick me up and we would drive around all night. I never thought he had any other interest in me but my company.

One night he told me that he needed my "help". He drove to a field and asked if I could stand in front of the car in the headlights and lift my shirt for him, that he had always admired my large tits and he wanted to see them without a shirt. I though sure, what's the harm in that - not realizing what affect I could have on a man by doing this.

He stood next to the car so I was unable to see what he was doing,  but I heard him panting.

At the time I really did not know or understand what he was up to. At this point I had never had any experience with any men. Though I was catching on quick! His panting was getting louder and faster and  he asked me if I could touch my breasts for him and lift them up. All this had some weird affect on me as well. I felt a tingle between my legs and my nipples were painfully hard. It was so arousing but confusing at the same time. 

He then asked if he could come closer to me to have a closer look and I told him yes. I finally got to see him. His pants were open and he held a huge cock in his hand, just stroking it slowly. I was so transfixed by the sight of my first cock. I saw the pre-cum glistening on his swollen head. Here I was standing with my breasts in my hand and watching a man jerk of to it! He kept coming closer to me and then asked if he could feel my hard nipples. The excitement and the strangeness of things really started to do crazy things to my body. The tingle between my legs steadily grew, I felt an unknown moisture build between my legs and I was unable to think straight.

While he held his cock with one hand, his fingers traced over my nipples, then he leaned down and started sucking on one. He let go of his cock and went crazy on them and sucked and pinched them till I could not stop panting anymore. Then he asked me if I would mind taking off my pants and bend over the hood, he would like to see me from behind. I felt like I was in a trance, I slowly slipped out of my pants and undies, shaking with fear and excitement and then putting my hands on the hood of the car. Again he asked if he could touch me and I said yes in a shaky voice.  I felt his hands tenderly touching my exposed cheeks, slowly making their way between my legs. He got very excited when he discovered the wetness between my legs. I felt his fingers probing me, making me jump every time he came near my clit, and then he started moving his fingers inside me and it was driving me crazy. I was so scared to loose my virginity and told him so. He promised me not to worry, and that he would not take it away, that he just wanted to make me feel good. At the time I was still very smooth between my legs and felt his hands just gliding around between my legs. While he got on his knees, he told me to turn around and lean up against the hood. I was standing there totally naked, leaning against the hood of the car with his face near inches away from my pussy. He told me how my smell was driving him crazy and that he was going to taste me now. He then held on to my hips and pressed his face into my pussy and started sucking and licking at it.  I could not stop moaning, the most delicious feelings were spreading through my body made me shake. He sucked and licked till I had my very first orgasm. I could not believe that my body could produce such feelings like that. Then grabbing my hips, he turned me around, spread my ass and buried his face in it, licking and sucking at my ass just the way he had at my pussy. He had turned into a mad man and I could not stop him, I did not want to stop him. I wanted the same crazy feelings between my legs again and was afraid if I stopped him that I would never feel like that again. He probed and prodded my ass with his tongue and fingers till I could not take it anymore. I was begging him to stop and go on at the same time. Then he got up, pressed his whole body up against me, while nibbled at my neck, and fondling my breasts he started pressing his cock against my virgin ass. It was driving me crazy, and I wanted to feel more, but my body froze in shock when he popped past my tight spinster and I felt pain shooting through my whole body. He kept whispering into my ear to just hang on, relax and that it would go away. I had tears running down my face from the pain, but as soon as he started moving and going deeper, a warmth spread through my body and I went crazy. He reached around me and started pinching my clit as he was driving his cock deeper and harder into me. I experienced even more extreme feelings then when he had eaten me. I started pushing my ass back at him and begged him for more. I felt his cock expanding inside my ass and could feel my own body start tensing up, trying to reach for something unknown. Then it finally hit me, I saw stars! His cock grew so much bigger and started shooting its load deep into my ass. When I finally collapsed onto the hood of the car I felt his cock glide out of my ass with a pop. I was unable to stand up straight and he had to hold me up, dressed me and then sat me in the car.

When I was finally lying in my bed that night, I felt the slight throb around my ass and wondering how fast I can repeat this night.

To which Sherri replied, “No, Tom’s promised me a second helping.”

Mary looked up at me in astonishment.  My cock was fully erect again.  It could have been the fact that I have this fine teen butt-ass naked wanting my cock or maybe I was fantasizing about the next step that I wanted to take.  I walked up to Mary, my cock swaying and glistening from Sherri’s pussy juice, and when I got to her I pressed up hard against her in her pubic region and went in to kiss her.  But she backed away.

Sherri said, “You have no idea what your missing mom.”

“I don’t believe what’s happening here.  We’re leaving now Sherri.”

“I’m sorry Mary, but Sherri isn’t leaving till she’s satisfied…again.  Your welcome to leave and Sherri will be home when we’re done here.”

“I’m not leaving without her!”

“Well then sit down, relax, and enjoy the show.”  I chuckled.

To my amazement Mary sat down on the couch and was actually watching what was about to happen.  Instead of going to my bedroom like before Sherri and I stayed in the living room to give Mary a good show.  A few moments after Mary took a seat Sherri went down to her knees and took my entire length in her mouth with one swallow.  Mary looked shocked and dismayed at her daughters’ skills as she cleaned my cock off.  But this time Sherri tried something she did not do the first time around, she started to hum.  Goddamn, I thought I was gonna blow right then and there, but then I remembered I had an audience, and me being the aspiring entertainer that I am I waned to make the audience feel like part of the show.  Sherri removed her mouth from my shaft and pushed it up and started to tongue my balls, while she was doing that she started to stroke me.  I pulled away and she let her grip go.  I walked to the bathroom and got some Vaseline, and also I didn’t want to blow just yet.  While I was getting it I heard the mother and daughter talking, but it was in whispers and I would understand, when I reemerged the ceased conversing.  When they saw the Vaseline in my hands Mary knew what I had in store for her daughter.  “Tom, I’d rather you do that to me than Sherri.”

“Wow Mary.  I’m a little taken back by that.  See here you had the chance before to leave or join but once you noticed that I’m gonna fuck your daughters’ ass you want it.  Sorry sweetheart but you’ll have to wait your turn.  But you most definitely can lube us up.”

She grabbed the jar and immediately started stroking my cock with her Vaseline covered hands.  “That’s good enough.  Now her asshole’s gonna need quite a bit of that shit.”  As I finished that, Sherri turned around and spread her cheeks and Mary worked her finger in that tight 14 year old asshole.  “Ok, that’s good enough.  Sherri, are you ready?” 

“Fuck yea!”  She quickly replied.

I guided her ass down to my cock.  The head went through fine.  She started to yelp and scream a little bit as the rest of my cock entered her ass.  With Sherri’s back to me I lifted her legs up by the thigh and held her tiny body up and started to slowly pump her ass.  She and I started moaning, almost in unison.  Then I heard a third person moan.  I looked over and saw Mary with her eyes closed and hand between her legs.  Through that I didn’t skip a beat, Sherri’s moans turned from pain to pleasure.  I pulled my cock out of Sherri’s ass and slid it into her pussy.  It wasn’t as tight as her ass was but it was still pretty tight considering what I had done to it earlier that night.  “No, put it back in my ass.”  I’m never one to turn down the request of a woman, so I obliged.  But instead of working it in again I reared back and impaled her ass with great force sending her into a state of ecstasy I have never seen a woman be in before.  “Oh, my fucking god!” she said, “That felt so fucking good!”

Since she liked it rough in the ass that’s what I gave her.  I pumped her ass like there was no tomorrow.  Whatever Sherri was saying/moaning I couldn’t understand.  I felt the cum come back up my shaft, I was ready to explode again.  “Sherri, get off for a sec,” and she did, “Mary get on your knees.”  To my surprise she did.  And when she did she took my cock in her mouth and began to make it disappear and reappear several times before I shot off my load.  “Don’t swallow it!  Sherri get down by your mom.”  She did.  “Now Mary snowball it with Sherri like, hmmmmm, 6 times and then u take half and she gets the other half.”  There would be enough Mary’s mouth was full and it was seeping out of the corners of her mouth and dribbling her chin.  On the second trade off Sherri dropped some cum on Mary’s shirt but they didn’t stop till the final trade off when Sherri gave Mary half of the remaining cum and the swallowed with no hesitation…

 

More to cum???

"Well... you see, the author of this story decided to make a small section at the front for several reasons,"  Sera explained as she played with one of her dreadlocks.  She faced the unseen audience and continued,  "One is to show off any small-time gags that may not fit into the storyline.  If you read manga, you might remember some of them having small sections at the front, back, or between chapters.  This small section is basically copying that."

"Um... are you feeling alright?  Who exactly are you talking to?" Sandra asked as she tried to look into the direction Sera was facing.  Unfortunately for her, she wasn't able to see the unseen readers who were looking back at her.  "What do you mean by 'author' and 'story'?  We're not fictional characters."

"Poor girl, you must still be in denial," Sera wrapped her arms around her bewildered companion.  With her face nestled in Sandra's neck and her right hand stroking Sandra's hair, the blonde said, "Don't worry, things will get easier once you accept it."

"Wha... wha... what are you doing?" Sandra blushed furiously as she tried to push the blonde girl off of her.  Unfortunately, she couldn't even move her arms let alone push the other girl away.

"Another reason why this section exist is in case plot takes up more time than sex," Sera continued as she flicked her pink tongue against her new victim's earlobe.  It was almost as if she were the snake who caught a rabbit who was too out of it to notice anything until it was too late.  Sandra could only close her eyes  and moan with pleasure as she felt experienced and flexible fingers dance along her left breast.

"I... I still... don't under-" Sandra breathed heavily as her blood began to boil with pleasure.  She wasn't sure why, yet it happened anyway.  Her heart was pumping and her adrenaline level was through the roof.

"Anyway, we've taken up far too much time," Sera announced as she released her prey and faced the unseen audience again.  With a cheerful look on her face and her seductive expression hidden, she continued, "It's about time we started up the story, which is pretty much the reason why you're here, right?"

"Wai... wait a minute, that's it?" Sandra shouted hysterically as she sat up on the floor.  Apparently, her legs lost their strength and turned into jello when Sera licked her ear.  A look of disappointment and anger crossed her face as she looked up at the blonde.  "How... what..."

"Don't worry, you'll be getting plenty of action once you're introduced," Sera giggled as she patted her prey on the hand.  She licked her lips in anticipation at the thought of Sandra down on her knees and licking pussy.  "I hope you like it up the ass."

"Wait... what?" Sandra's face went white with fear.

"You'll see," Sera giggled.

*****

"I can't be late this time," Thirteen muttered as he walked to school with his backpack slung over his right shoulder.  The autumn wind carried several brightly coloured leaves through the air before scrapping them along the ground.  The young man watched with lightless eyes as the leaves made a circle with their movements.  He stopped and stood there, thinking about what happened yesterday.

Images of Sera flashed in his mind's eye as he remembered the events that took place.  His classmate, Trent was hiding in his locker when Thirteen first met him.  After that, the two of them explored the school's hidden tunnels together.  No... things began even before that.  It all started when he heard that strange voice in his head during homeroom.  It turned out the message wasn't for him, but rather...

"Huh?  Ack!  I'm late!" Thirteen exclaimed as soon as he looked down at his watch.  He quickly ran down the sidewalk to get to school as quickly as possible.  After a few minutes, he turned around and ran in the opposite direction for he remembered he already passed Windroy Twelve Forrest High several minutes ago.

Title: WTF High's School Defense Force - Lesson II
Class: 4D
Room: 104
[i]Isn't a female Demon Hunter called a Demon Huntress?  Demoness Huntress?  Er... Demon(ess) Huntress?[/i]

"Leafy, you're late!  Again!"  Mr. Smith shouted angrily as soon as Thirteen, now Leafy, stepped into the classroom.  The irritated teacher marked the late student before continuing down the attendance sheet.

"Uh... okay..." Leafy blinked in confusion, then took his seat behind Monica.  As soon as he did, he noticed someone familiar in the seat next to him.

"Hey, what's up, Leafy?" Trent grinned as he clasped a hand on Leafy's shoulder.

"Please don't call me that," Leafy muttered as he rested his head against the top of the desk and away from his new friend.  As soon as he did, he slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

"Monica Kurenai," Mr. Smith called out without looking up from the attendance sheet.

"Here," Monica replied as she raised her hand to indicate that she was present.  As soon as she dropped her hand, she slumped into her seat and started wondering about yesterday.  Her thoughts turned to Leafy and the connection between him and Sera.  Sera... for some reason, that girl bothered Monica more than anyone else in the classroom... and there were many people who bothered her.

There was that strange student with the completely concealing black robes in the back of the room.  There was also a kid with metal antennae sticking out of his head and a girl with white eyes.  There was a guy wearing black who had the eyes of someone who killed before.  There was Leafy's friend, Trent, who skipped class yesterday to explore a secret tunnel.  Maybe it was just her imagination, but she felt as if homeroom 4D was more than it seemed.

As Mr. Smith started the lesson, the young Japanese girl looked up at the ceiling.  Since the teacher was only looking forward, most of the students didn't pay attention.  Monica didn't notice for she too started to have her attention wane with time...

*****

One day ago...

"Excuse me, are you okay? You had been standing there for ten minutes," Monica snapped her fingers in front of Leafy's face. Her locker just happened to be right next to Leafy's.

"Huh? Oh... right... sorry, just thinking about something," Leafy apologized with a flustered look on his face. The two of them happened to have a couple classes together besides homeroom, so they got a couple chances to talk to each other. At first Leafy wondered if the strange voice from homeroom came from Monica since she sat in front of him. Since the strange voice did not match Monica's, he threw that idea out the window.

"There's no need to apologize, but you should hurry up. They're closing the school in a few minutes," Monica warned as she gathered her books into her bag and walked away. As she did, a look of concern crossed her face as her eyes shifted to the side. She muttered to herself, "Strange..."

"What? Already?" Leafy asked with a look of suspicion on his face. Suddenly, a stab of fear went through his body. He really, really, really wanted to check out the girl's locker room, but he knew the reason for it was too ridiculous to consider it. He wondered why he was so tempted and pondered on the thought that perhaps there was something wrong with him.

Meanwhile, Monica had just reached the front doors of the school entrance.  The front hall of the school was pretty big for the ceiling was two floors up.  Two large trophy cases that were also two floors high were on either side of the eight main doors.  She reached out with both hands and grabbed hold of one of the door's horizontal handles.

[i]ZZZZAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!![/i]

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" Monica shrieked as she felt several volts of electricity pass through her hands.  The shock was enough to send her head spinning and her adrenaline pumping.  She staggered backwards away from the doors and immediately looked around with a dangerous glare in her eyes.  She whirled around and came face to face with the one responsible for the stunt just now.

"Heh... magical wards are pretty useful, don't you think?" An arrogant voice belonging to a female student snickered.  The owner of the voice had yet to reveal herself, but that was all the more reason to be on guard.  Judging from the sound of the voice, the attacker couldn't had been any older than... say... a college student.  Monica continued scanning the large front hall for the enemy, but was unable to see in the darkness.  What was more... her vision was starting to fade on her.

The hidden enemy smirked as she watched her prey from a distance.  She licked her lips as she watched Monica stagger about in search for the one responsible.  The ward she used had enough power to temporarily send a normal person into paralysis in only seconds.

It was a zapper ward, which was a piece of paper placed on one side of a door.  Anyone who touched the other side of the door would temporarily lose all control of their muscles in seconds.  The victim would lose their vision and voice as well, but they'd still be able to hear and feel.  They would be completely aware of their situation, but wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.  If Monica were a normal person, she would had already been lying down on the floor completely helpless and at the mercy of her captor.  However, Monica was not a normal person.

"Motoko 'Monica' Kurenai, fourth disciple of the Double-Sword Devil-Slayer,"  The voice continued to taunt her prey.  "One of the few practitioners of the Shin Onitsurugi-Ryuu style of kenjutsu at the advanced level.  You're also that bitch, Sanae's kohai."

"Wh-where... show... y-y-your..." Monica managed to rasp out as she managed to stand up straight.  She stood completely motionless in one spot with her arms up and ready.  She closed her eyes and decided to concentrate on fighting back the effects of the initial shock first.

Suddenly, Monica felt a presence behind her, but made no sudden movements.  She felt two fingers dig into her right collarbone and warm breath on her neck.  The mysterious voice hissed into the semi-paralyzed girl's left ear.  "There's no need to fight it.  Just relax and let go of yourself.  I promise you'll enjoy it."

"*Sh-shut the f-fuck up,*" Monica growled in Japanese as she jerked forward and slapped the back of her right wrist against the hand that was on her shoulder.  As she spun around, she thrust her fingers towards her opponent's throat while her hand was in the shape for chopping.

"Aw... too bad you missed," The mysterious attacker smirked maliciously once she moved her head back and out of the way of the sudden strike.  As soon as she did, her face was visible for Monica to see.  The attacker had long brown hair with pink bangs and red string around each long side-burn.  Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of silver-framed sunglasses and the bottom half of her face was hidden behind a metal mask.  She also wore a dark jacket and what appeared to be rubber pants.

The masked assailant pressed her fist up against her chest and prepared to shoulder her victim onto the floor.  Unfortunately for her, she was not fast enough.  Before she knew it, Monica's initial strike became a chopping motion towards the throat.  Naturally, the attacker moved out of the way and raised her hands to defend herself.  However, she failed to notice the low left kick towards the back of her right knee.  Suffice to say, the combination was enough to knock her off balance.

"Ack..." Monica found herself stumbling after her retaliation and also lost her balance.  She started hopping on her right foot, but could not maintain control over her muscles long enough to balance herself.  It only took a couple seconds before she also found herself lying on the school floor.

"Grr... stupid bitch," The female attacker growled as she cautiously got to her feet.  She was careless and underestimated her opponent because she felt secured after the zapper trap worked.  She believed that Monica was already helpless and in her hands even if the Japanese girl was able to somehow resist the zapper's effects.  She wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

Monica felt the effects of the zapper ward begin to subside and her vision became a bit clearer.  She felt a bit sluggish, as if she just endured hours of harsh training.  That was fine by her... she was used to fighting after enduring hours of harsh training.

"Hmph, you just got lucky, that's all," The attacker growled as she took out a stun-gun from an inner-pocket of her jacket.  The masked woman stood up with the gun held threateningly at the girl.

In the blink of an eye, the stun-gun was knocked out of the assailant's hand.  Monica used her right hand to chop at the opponent's wrist while her left hand slapped the back of the hand holding the gun.  As the masked woman's eyes followed her gun, her prey pressed on to attack.  Right before the gun hit the floor, Monica's right foot snapped up into a round-house kick towards the left waist.

[i]ZZZZAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!![/i]

"....."  Monica opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out.  It was the exact same kind of feeling she experienced when she tried to leave the school through the front doors.  She staggered backwards and while trying to collect herself, but immediately lost her balance.  Adrenaline was pumping through the veins and her heart pounded faster than ever, but nothing made her muscle work.

"You're not getting off that easily," The masked woman smirked as she caught her victim before the stunned girl hit the floor.  She wrapped her arms around the Japanese girl and gave her the bear-hug of death.  With strong arms, she hugged Monica and refused to let go as volts of electricity came out of her body.

[i]Kuso... *Damnit*,[/i] Monica thought to herself as darkness slowly took over her vision.  She could feel the specialized electricity course painfully through her body as her limbs went limp from the zapping, the pain, and from exhaustion.  For some strange reason, her hearing and olfactory senses started going crazy.  She swore she could smell honey and she fell to the floor with a painful smash.

"Heh... I can see why you caught her eye,"  The attacker grinned devilishly behind her mask as she stood over her prize.  She shed her jacket to reveal that she was wearing a full-body rubber-suit.

Everything from the chin-down was covered with black rubber including her hands and feet.  The skin-tight uniform revealed an athletically attractive body.  Her stomach was as flat as a board and her legs looked shapely and strong.  The only regret any straight man, lesbian, or bisexual would feel after seeing such an image was that the actual skin was hidden.

On her back and on her front were four long pieces of paper with strange symbols arranged into the shape of crosses.  Apparently, zapper wards don't just work on doors.  "I didn't expect you to knock out my gun, so it's a good thing you aimed for my waist and not my face."

"K-kuso..." Monica grunted as she desperately reached out with a trembling hand.  As soon as she touched the rubber skin around her opponent's ankle, her hand dropped to the floor.  She was stopped by the stun-gun that was back in her captive's hands.  Due to the effects of the zapper ward, she was still conscious and breathing.

"After all that you can still move?  These zapper wards aren't as strong as I thought they'd be," The masked woman remarked as she grabbed the fallen girl by the hair.  She pulled down her mask and forced open her victim's mouth.  She hawked up and spit into the helpless girl's exposed throat.  Monica could do nothing but swallow the spit or suffocate from having her windpipe blocked.

"Now that I've a closer look, you're a hot-looking thing, aren't you?  I wish I could play around with you some more, but I've got a job to do,"  The attacker smirked as she started removing her victim's clothes.

Monica felt the smooth material of the rubber uniform rub up against her face.  The wards must've been either deactivated for taken off since she didn't feel anymore shocks.  She tried to resist when her panties were taken off, but she couldn't even move her fingers much less retaliate.  A chill went up her spine when she felt hands groping her breasts.  She couldn't even shiver in response.

"Mmm... I'd love to make such a cutie like you my sex slave," The masked woman trailed the tip of her tongue along the helpless girl's collarbone while her index fingers and thumb twisted the exposed nipples.  Monica couldn't even moan in pleasure... moan in pleasure?  To her horror, the Japanese girl found herself enjoying the attention that her erect nipples were receiving.  She could even feel her pussy getting wet from all the excitement!

"Well someone seems to be enjoying this," The rubber-clad woman giggled as her finger slipped into her captive's pussy.  She lifted her finger and brought it under Monica's nose as her tongue danced along the side of the paralyzed girl's neck.  "You know... I just might make you my slave anyway.  We'll have sooooo much fun together.  In only a couple days I'll have you reduced to the submissive bitch you were meant to be."

[i]Glint...[/i]

"Hmm?"  The rubber-clad attacker noticed something yellow in the corner of her eye.  Before she knew what hit her, her head snapped to the side and her eyes rolled over into the back of her head.  She fell onto the floor with the paralyzed Japanese girl in her arms.

"Sorry girl, but she's mine," Sera smirked as she stood over the fallen girls with her hands folded behind her back.  Her eyes trailed over to the front doors and she told herself, "Hmm... better not mess with those.  They'll wear out by morning... probably."

*****

The next day...

"So, who do you think would win, Batman or Superman?"  Trent asked as he held his can of pop over his head with one hand and a pocket knife with the other.  He was crouching on the seat of a chair at a table in the cafeteria with a small pyramid of pop cans in front of him.  Other people sitting at the table included Monica and Leafy, formerly known as thirteen.  The kid with the metal antennae, who introduced himself as Kenny, and a girl named Io were also sitting at the table.

"Superman," Kenny replied as he took a bite out of a tuna sandwich.  If you ignored the metal antennae, he looked like any other student at WTF High.  He had on a red cap worn backwards, short black hair, and freckles all over his face.

"Wait, which versions are we talking about here?"  Io asked hurriedly.  She had the appearance of a middle school student despite being a high school senior.  She had short auburn hair and green eyes.  "Original, retro, JLA, Golden-years, emerald-world, or new-age?"

"Does it matter?  Batman's just human, right?"  Kenny pointed out.

"Original for both," Trent answered as he poked a hole in his can of pop.  He opened his mouth and allowed the resulting stream of coke to pour down his throat.

"The original Superman was Canadian," Leafy said while pointing upwards.  His other hand was cupping his elbow.  "I think Batman would win."

"Why?  Cause Superman's Canadian?"  Kenny asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, cause Batman has kryptonite and therefore will always win," Leafy replied.  "Why would you think Superman being Canadian had anything to do with him winning or not?"

"Superman's weakness in Emerald world is radioactive marshmallow," Trent grinned as soon as he was finished drinking his can of pop.  "Ah... the 2010s... crazy times."

"Excuse me, may we sit here?" Everyone's attention shifted towards the owner of the new voice.  Sera smiled sweetly at everyone else as she stood with her tray of food in hand.  Linda was standing behind Sera while looking as though she were interested in the mashed potatoes she had bought for lunch.  Both Leafy and Monica looked equally interested in their food and refused to look back up at Sera.  Both of them had flushed looks on their faces.

"Sure!  The more the merrier!"  Trent exclaimed with a happy look on his face.  "Plenty of seats at this table, anyway."

"Thank you," Sera replied as she took a seat while motioning for Linda to follow suit.  "By the way, did you boys enjoy the show last night?"

"We sure did," Trent grinned as he grabbed another can of pop from the small pyramid in front of him.  As soon as Sera's question was asked, Leafy sprayed coke all over the table while Monica's face went redder.  Trent immediately followed up with his own question, "Who's faster, Superman or Flash?"

*****

One day ago...

"Ugh..."  Monica groaned as she slowly came about.  She lifted her head and her field of vision started coming back into focus.  The muscles in her arms, legs, neck, and pretty much everywhere else were sore from exhaustion and pain.  It took her a few seconds before she realized that she was in the locker room.  The first person she noticed was one of her classmates, Linda.  Linda, without any clothes on, was kneeling on the floor submissively with her head down and her hands behind her back.  Behind Linda was another of her classmates, Sera Spykes, who was also not wearing any clothes.

Her eyes widened and her brain immediately became alert as she recalled the past events.  That mysterious masked woman almost had her, but she was... saved by Sera?  No... Sera knocked her out with some kind of sleeping spell right after that.  Sera said that Monica was hers, so did her alleged saviour intend to own her?  No... she didn't want to become a slave... that's not what she wanted!

The Japanese girl tried to move her arms and legs, but to no avail for her wrists and ankles were tied with thick white scarves.  She was hanging approximately one foot from the floor with her wrists above her head.  Her ankles were tied together with one scarf while her wrists were tied to the long scarf she was dangling from.  The scarf her wrists were attached to appeared to thread through some invisible pulley before ending tied up to the leg of one of the benches.

"It's no use trying to resist.  Those scarves by themselves are stronger than steel even without my spells," Sera smirked with her arms crossed in front of herself.  She licked her lips and eyed the prize in front of her with predatory intent in her serpent-like eyes.  The slits that were her pupils bore deep into the pale and soft flesh of the bounded Japanese girl.  Her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth like a snake tasting its caught prey.

"Let me go or else," Monica threatened as she stopped her struggling long enough for her eyes to meet Sera's.  She refused to look like some deer caught in headlights just waiting to die.  Her sharp brown eyes met Sera's predatory gaze like two swords crossing for the first time.  Neither the proud serpent nor the cornered wolf were willing to be the first to back down.

"Now is that anyway to treat the person who saved your life, Moto-chan?"  Sera asked with an obviously fake hurt look on her face.  Her devilish grin returned as she cupped a finger under Monica's chin.  The tip of her polished nail trailed along the surface of the bounded girl's throat.  Monica held her breathe and kept herself from gulping as her eyes stayed on Sera's.  Sera withdrew her finger and backed away with what looked to be a satisfied look on her face.

"You... you tied me up," Monica replied as soon as she found her voice again.  "And don't call me Moto-chan."

"Oh, by the way, go ahead and speak Japanese if you want.  I'll understand what you're saying," Sera said as she turned around and waved her hand in a dismissive manner.  She walked away towards the row of lockers on the far end of the locker room.

"*Damn mother-fucking bitch!  Lemme outta these shitty scarves or Ah'll ice ya fucking punk-ass!*"  Monica growled angrily in Japanese as she continued struggling with her bounds.  "*Think yer something damn special cause ya got me all tied up?  'Fraid tah fucking face me one-on-one?  Damn slut better watch yerself or a blade'll go down yer cock-suckin' throat!*"

"Well... I certainly didn't expect that," Sera closed her eyes and chuckled in response to the foreign profanity.  She took hold of one of the locker doors and swung the locker open revealing a knocked-out Leafy/Thirteen.  The passed out teen fell forth and dropped on his side against the floor.  He appeared to be to out of it to notice any pain that he might had felt had he been awake.

"Thirteen... Thirteen!  Wake up!  Wake up, Thirteen!"  Monica cried out as soon as she recognized the face of her new friend.  She struggled harder against her bonds and the look of the fierce warrior vanished from her face.  She glared at Sera and demanded, "What did you do to him?  Tell me!"

"He won't be hearing you anytime soon, Moto-chan," Sera smirked as she stepped gingerly over Thirteen's body.  She made her way to the next locker and opened that door to reveal a familiar-looking katana.  She picked up the katana and held it out for Monica to see.  It was a shinken sword made for battou-jutsu and iai-jutsu.  "This is a very nice sword you have here.  A gift from a friend?"

"*Wha... get yer filthy hand off my sword!*"  Monica shouted angrily.  "*How the hell did ya get that?  Fucking thief!*"

"Tell me something, do you often play with this?"  Sera asked as she held the hilt of the sword under her nose.  She sniffed along the black handle before flicking the tip of her tongue against the handguard.  "The smell of your girl juice is all over the sword.  Even the blade?  My... someone likes to play dangerously."

"*I...*"  Monica wasn't sure how to reply and her struggling stopped.  Her face went red with embarrassment and her will was beginning to weaken.  Even in this sort of humiliated state, she managed to get some words out, "*It's none of your business what I do, ya got that?*"

"I'll take that as a yes," Sera smiled seductively as she unsheathed the sword while approaching the bound Japanese girl again.  She stared admiringly at the fine craftsmanship put into the forging of the blade.  She lowered the tip of the blade and pressed it against the inner part of Monica's ankles, just above the scarves.

"*If yer gonna kill me, just do it.  Kill me so that Ah can haunt ya as a ghost fer all eternity,*" Monica growled as she suppressed a gasp of pleasure.  It was humiliating and horrifying for she found herself getting excited from all the tension in the air.  It was hard to admit to herself that she was getting wet from being naked and vulnerable in front of her more dominant classmate.

"Do you honestly believe you can defeat me in a one-on-one fight, Moto-chan?"  Sera asked as she slowly drew the blade upwards along the inner part her captive's legs.  The cold metal of the samurai sword pressed lightly against the fleshy skin before stopping right below the pussy.

Monica breathed deeply as the sword stayed in that position for a few seconds.  It was as if time stood still for the both of them as they stared into each other's eyes.  The Japanese girl's fierce and determined eyes returned as soon as eye contact was re-established.  Sera had to admit to herself that she had not met sharper eyes in centuries with the exception of her parents.  Although she was in the superior position, she held deep respect for her captive.

"Linda dear, please take Mr. Berserker and wait for me outside of this locker room," Sera said as her face softened and her eyes closed.  She relaxed her grip on the shinken and appeared much calmer than before.  For some reason, that was enough to disperse the tension in the air.

"Yes Mistress," Linda nodded before grabbing Thirteen by the wrists and dragging him out of the locker room.

"Something strange is going on in this school and I don't like it," Sera explained as she withdrew the shinken and sheathed the blade.  She held the sword out horizontally in front of Monica's face and continued with her words, "It would be best if we were on the same side.  However, I was not sure whether or not you were strong enough to be my ally.  If you still want to fight, then let's fight.  I'll consider it the last test of your abilities."

With that, the scarf that Monica was hanging from fell from its invisible pulley and loosened its grip around the confused girl's wrists.  The scarf from the ankles also loosened up and allowed the Japanese girl to land on her feet properly.  She planted the palm of her left hand against the floor, then rose to her feet.  Her eyes narrowed in anger and rage at the other girl in front of her.

"*Who the hell do you think you are?*"  Monica screamed as she furiously snatched back her sword by the sheath right next to the handguard.  She kicked out with a left side-kick while twisting her shinken out of Sera's grasp.  When she felt nothing but air, she continued whirling around in a clock-wise rotation and unsheathed her blade at the same time.

"I'm Sera, the daughter of the Feng the Snake King and Huang the Vixen Illusionist," Sera replied with pride evident in her voice.  Her hands made semi-circular motions with her hands moving inwards and upwards.  At the same time, her scarves flew upwards and crossed each other to block the horizontal slash towards her neck.  "Who the hell are you?"

[i]Ping![/i]

"*I'm Motoko Kurenai, fourth disciple of the Double-Sword Devil-Slayer,*" Motoko shot back with gritted teeth bared at her opponent.  She could not believe it, but she was still getting excited!  The thought of fighting nakedly against this stronger foe was getting her aroused.  Her heart was racing and adrenaline was reintroduced into her veins once more.  She was going to have the time of her life.

 

I was in junior high, the eighth grade and played almost all the sports. Football is wear I made my name first. As the team captain and quarterback, I made all the calls. We had a great team and won the championship for our league. Then there was baseball and track. I was strong and fast. Just what the coaches asked for, and I was having fun all the time.

 

Then in my last semester before high school, I had to take a class in sex education. The actual name of the class was “Family Life and Sex Education”. On the first day we all met our new teacher. Her name was Miss Smith. Miss Smith was a new intern with the school. She couldn’t be more than twenty two years old by her looks. And all the guys were looking at her with lust in their eyes. She had long beach blond hair and green eyes to look back at us with. I figured she must be a surfer with the hair and a tan like that. Her smile was beautiful with her full set of lips and that pink gloss didn’t hurt either.

 

The class only lasted nine weeks to the end of the school year. Miss Smith was very friendly with all of us and we even learned a thing or two about sex and stuff like that. When the last day of school and my last day of sex class came, Miss Smith asked me to help her carry out some boxes to her car at the end of the day. With a chance to help such a good looking babe, I readily accepted. She told me to come back after my last class of the day.

 

We were on half day schedule so after my last class was over; I walked down the hall to Miss Smith’s room. I stepped inside and was greeted by the sight of her long legs leading to the top of a latter. From my position on the ground, I was looking right up between her legs. Miss Smith was wearing a mid thigh pleated summer dress. As looked up, I saw her white panties as they came oh so close to that place between her legs that every boy wants to see but just then, I saw her luscious butt cheeks from under her flowing dress. They were rounded and dark tanned. Then Miss Smith looked down at me catching my stare and asked if I wouldn’t mind climbing up and getting the last boxes for her because they were out of her reach. I held the ladder as she climbed down with a box in her arms. Miss Smith cautioned me to hold it still so she wouldn’t fall. I held on and as she came down the steps, her skirt opened up and came down over my head. Unable to move aside for fear that she could fall or drop her box; I held on and looked up. I looked up as her long legs moved closer to me with each step. As she slowly took steps toward me I was able to see that which is usually hidden from sight. Her white sheer panties turned out to be the thong bottom panties of my dreams. They had ridden up the crack of her ass. And what an ass she had. A dark brown tan covered all the flesh I saw and I saw a lot of her. Closer and closer they were coming. As Miss Smith neared the bottom step, my nose made contact with her left butt cheek and I got a wiff of something special. Not ass trash but a real woman scent. Miss Smith stopped immediately when she felt the contact between us. I watched closely as she swung her hips to the side causing the hem of her skirt to swing to the side and with the help of a knee swing the hem went over my head and I was free as she held on tight to the box.

 

As she reached the bottom step I reached over her and took the box from her. In this position I was as close as I’d ever been to hugging a grown woman. Miss Smith thanked me and I climbed up to retrieve the last box. Miss Smith held the ladder as I reached out to get the boxes. Holding one over my head as I climbed down, Miss Smith put one of her hands on my ankle and led my foot to the next rung. As I made my way down her hand slid up my leg and eventually neared my privates. I reached the ground before anything really happened. Then she smiled at me and asked me if I’d like to help her out to her car. I quickly agreed. I took two boxes and she took one. That way we could do it with one trip. I put my boxes in her trunk next to the box she had. When our eyes met I asked just what’s in the boxes. She said in a low whisper that she had brought some outside information for the class but the principle didn’t think it was appropriate for teens so she wasn’t able to use the material. Then Miss Smith turned to me and asked if I wouldn’t mind going to her home with her and help carry then up her stares. I was happy to help her. Besides, it was only mid day as we were let out early on our last day.

 

At her place we carried the boxes up the steps to her home. It was a very well kept place in a walled community. She sat her box down as she fumbled for her keys. Once inside we put the boxes in the corner. I was about to walk out and go home when Miss Smith stopped me. Why don’t we have a cold drink before I take you home? Do you have time, she asked. It was only twelve thirty now so I said a cold drink sounded great. Miss Smith had me sit on the couch and she went to the kitchen.

 

I sat and fidgeted while she got the drinks. Soon she joined me on the couch with two cold cokes. We both drank them down as it was a very hot day outside. When we had finished them I thanked Miss Smith for the drink. She put her hand on my thigh and said please don’t call me Miss Smith while you are in my house. My name is Sam, its short for Samantha but only my Mom calls me that. So I called her Sam from then on.

 

 I was hot and sweaty and so was Sam who got up and turned on the air conditioner. Then Sam asked if I’d help her out of her dress as it was wet with sweat and in need of a good cleaning. I was surprised to hear this from her. Then she told me she wanted to get into something cooler and more comfortable than her work clothes. Sam was standing before me so I stood up. She turned around and untied and whipped her long blonde hair out of the way. Slowly, I reached out and took hold of the zipper tang. I was holding the top of her dress with one hand and pulling down with the other. When I came to the middle of her back I saw her bra strap. It was real small, almost a string. Delightfully surprised, I asked how far I should pull it down. She answered me matter of factly by saying pull it all the way down of course. So down I pulled. All the way to her panties that didn’t quite cover all of her cute little ass crack. The top of her butt crack was right there at my finger tips when Sam gave her ass the sexiest wiggle and her dress slipped over her shoulders and down to her waste.

 

At this point Sam asked me if she could show me some of the stuff she wasn’t supposed to show us in school. I figured that since school was officially out for the summer that it would be OK. So Sam turned and faced me as she gave her hips another of those wiggles and let her dress fall to the floor. She stepped back and out of the pile as I bent over to pick it up off of the floor. Sam said it was OK to leave it on the floor but I disagreed. I looked up at her opaque pink bra covered breasts and sighed. If I had ever seen D-cup boobs, I was sure Sam had them. Sam took the dress from me and smiled at me as she slowly turned away and took the dress to her bedroom.

 

As she walked away, I looked on as her bare hips swayed from side to side in the way only a woman can do. Sam went through the bedroom door but didn’t close it. I couldn’t see her from where I sat, so I moved over. There was a Mirror on the dresser and I could see as she unhooked her bra and threw it on the bed. Her breasts were the firmest I’d ever seen; even without the bra there was no sag at all. Her nipples swelled up and stuck out like oversized pencil erasers poking out almost half an inch from there areole on top of her boobs. I watched as she smiled to herself as she gave her nipples a little touch of her fingers. Her eyes closed for just a second, and then she moved her hands to her waist and slipped off her panties. I could only see her most perfect butt as she turned a little as she pulled down her panties. What an incredible butt she had. Her ass cheeks were full, firm and rounded. And they were tan all over; I mean she had no tan lines at all. And she had a very dark tan on her butt. And it went up all the way to her shoulders and all the way down to her feet. There were no tan lines anywhere. Then Sam ducked away out of my sight.

 

I figure she would find a sundress or a light top and shorts, but she returned in a white dress shirt, the kind and size my Dad wears, and that’s all. It hung down just enough to conceal her private spot. However, it did flow in the breeze as she walked toward me. I think I may have seen something underneath but it was just a flash. Sam sat across from me and crossed her long sexy legs. I looked up as she smiled a wicked smile at me. The top few buttons of her shirt had been left undone and I had a close up view of her more than ample cleavage.

 

Then Sam told me she wanted to show me some of the stuff that she wasn’t allowed to show the class. She got up and went back to her room. Then she called for me to join her. I went to the doorway and stopped. Sam was pulling items of clothing from a lower drawer. As she was bent over I saw her left breast completely exposed. Her nipple still poking out and her flesh was that delightful tan color with no white marks at all.

 

Sam showed me several of her bras and put them on a dress maker’s manikin that she brought from the corner. I was told to remove the first one. It was a white lace bra that cupped the dummies breasts but did not cover them over. I could only imagine what her boobs would look like in such a bra. Would they bulge over the top or would the bra contain them? I shook my head and reached around the back of the dummy and with both hands, I unhooked the bra. Sam grabbed the bra and said I did it wrong and that I could only use one hand to unhook it. She replaced the bra on the dummy and had me try again. I reached back and fumbled with the hook. After several tries, I finally got it off. But once again, Sam took the bra from me put it back on the dummy telling me to do it this time while facing the mannequin’s front. I stepped up again and reached around back and out of my site. I found the hook by feel and fumbled around till I got it undone. Sam told me that was the way to do it. She had me do it till I could do it first time every time and quickly with no fumbling. When I was sufficiently able to accomplish the task, Sam had me try all her bras. Some had multiple hooks, others had only on big one. Then one had a little tiny hook. I did them all.

 

When I was proficient enough, Sam showed me her collection of panties. It looked like she had at leased one of every kind. She held up each in succession and told how it was to be removed. (Thumbs under the waste band or fingers inside for a tickle) Some panties were brightly colored, some were white, and some were almost see through in pink or blue or green even. Some covered a lot most very little. One even was crotch less. There was no way to put them on the dummy so I just watched and listened.

 

When the training session was over, Sam put all the bras and panties away. Again I got to look down her shirt at her beautiful boobs. Sam pulled out another panty but it was different. She laid it on the bed and said it was her new bikini and asked if I thought it was sexy. The bikini was leather, soft leather from the look I had. It was also very small, maybe two inches wide at most and tapering down to nothing. The rest was just leather straps. And there was no top. I told her that I liked it but could only imagine what it was like when she was wearing it. That’s when Sam told me there was a problem. In order to wear such a bikini, she said quietly, the lady must be almost clean shaven. She sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. Then she asked you shave don’t you? I told her that I shaved about twice a week, more if I wanted to look good for somebody like on a date or something. Then Sam explained that she hadn’t shaved that close in a while. Sam got real close to me and put my hand on her upper leg telling me she needed to be as smooth as all that only higher. I stroked her thigh continuously and as she talked, I was looking her in the eyes the whole time. Then I looked down where I was stroking her thigh. Sam moved her other leg just enough so I could see part of her muff. It was blonde like her head. There was some stubble and some long and curlies. It was amazing.

 

Sam got up and beckoned me to follow her to the bathroom. Inside she started to run some warm water in the sink. The basin filled and she looked me in the eye as she unbuttoned her shirt from the top down. When she got to the last button she pulled it open and saw for the first time, her full frontal nudity. All tan and all smooth and all soft as it could be. I was looking and thinking to myself that she could be a Playmate with a body like that. Sam took some soap in her hand and whipped it into lather and she mixed it into her pubes. There was a makeup table and chair next to the sink. Sam set her ass on the table and took a razor from the counter. With one foot on the chair and the other spread wide, she explained that she would shave the first half and that I would shave the second.

 

Sam started down low near her puckering asshole. With tiny strokes of the razor I watched as the stubble hairs disappeared. When she worked her way up to thicker hair she explained how I had to be extra careful, no nicks or cuts at all would be acceptable. She got to the top and tapered the hair above her pussy to a little point or rather a half of a point. Then Sam handed me the razor. I started at the bottom as she had. The stubble disappeared again. I was working in the thick stuff when she stopped me and told me to only take short strokes away from her pink. I complied with her wishes. When I got to the top, I tapered the remaining hair to match the other half of her point. Looking at our work I was at ahh with her pretty pink pussy lips and tanned flesh. That’s when I asked why she left a point of blonde hair at the top. She smiled told me there were two reasons. One was when that some guys put their fingers in a girl’s pants, but they don’t always know what they are looking for. The little point of hair lets them know they are close and are going in the right direction. The second reason is that I have blonde pubes and that proves that I am a real blonde. Some guys need the proof and I’m glad to give it.

 

Sam giggled as she pumped some lotion into my hand and told me to rub it into the freshly shaved areas to sooth the skin. I did this with pleasure. I rubbed the smooth skin and the soft pink lips of her pussy. All around it was slick with the lotion. My fingers slipped between her lips to her inside and she moaned softly. I continued and she got very slick inside. She wiggled a little on her but and moaned again. Then I looked up and she had her yes closed and her head tipped back. She was delicately pinching her nipples at the same time.

 

That’s when I heard her in a whisper say lick me, lick me deep. I got my face down close to her pussy and licked it. In a whispered she pled with me to go slow, go high and go deep. I was licking and sucking her pink parts and she was dripping fluid on me from her pussy. He moans of pleasure were more pronounced and louder now. Sam squeezed my head between her thighs and let out a muffled scream. The fluid was flowing down my face now. Sam pled with me again, don’t stop, and don’t stop. I licked her and sucked her pink putting my tongue deep inside. When I pulled my tongue out, I made it a licking motion and went all the way up to the nub at the top of her pussy opening. This set her off for the grand finale. I sucked her clit between my lips and she bucked uncontrolled on the counter top while hissing and screaming out loud.

 

After what seemed like an hour, Sam pushed me away and got up from the counter top. She pushed her shirt back off her shoulders and walked with wobbling legs to the bed. Breathing deeply she told me come to her and remove all my clothes. I did this instantly. Standing at the edge of her bed, she rolled toward me and took my hard cock in her mouth. With one hand gripping my cock and one gently squeezing my balls, she sucked me like a vacuum cleaner. I held back but it was no use. I started squirting my seed. Sam sucked it all up and swallowed it. She kept sucking and I shot it again. Three times, I think before I fell onto the bed with weak knees.

 

Sam held me and stroked me and I stayed hard in her hands. She looked up at me and commanded me to fuck her and fuck hard and fuck her often. I rolled on top of her and she positioned the tip of my cock in between her pussy lips. I slid in with little effort. She was slick as snot inside. I started taking long deep strokes and was cumming in no time. I thrust deep and shot a load. I pulled back and thrust again and tried to squirt but I couldn’t. I was bottomed out and stretching her pussy so tight over the tip of my cock that I could not cum. Then I realized that she was screaming in my ear as she orgasmed again and again. I let up just a little and all my spunk fluid poured out into her pussy. There was so much spunk in her pussy that it overflowed onto my balls and dripped down my legs. I got up on my hands with arms extended and gazed upon her. This was true beauty, a young woman impaled by a young man and both in the middle of orgasm. Sam’s tits heaved up and down; her nipples extended almost a full inch from her areole as she sucked in for all she had to get a breath of fresh air. I too was breathing deep and hard, but the air in this room smelled of sex and body contact. I suck it all in as I thrust into her. When I could do it no more, I rolled to one side of Sam and lay there taking in air, Sam was panting as well. When I felt up to it, I sucked on her nipples. They felt incredible between my lips as I flicked my tongue across the tips. Sam wiggled and moaned as I did this to her tits.

 

It was dark when I awoke with my head on her chest and Sam sleeping beneath me. I got off of her and sat up. Sam opened her eyes and gave me that smile. She looked at me and asked if I’d like to take a shower before going home. I readily agreed. My folks don’t want to smell our escapades when I get home. Sam got up and went to the bathroom with me close behind. She set the water temperature to very warm in the shower and hopped in. I was right behind her. It was a full size shower with plenty of room for both of us. She proceeded to soap me up and I in turn washed her. At one point when we were about to get out, Sam dropped the soap and bent over to pick it up. I took the opportunity and stuck it to her one more time. We enjoyed another orgasm and got out.

 

I was putting on my clothes but Sam refused to get dressed telling how she would be dripping my sperm for hours. She was sitting on the edge of the bed as I got my pants and shoes on. Sam said in a low tone that if I ate pussy like that with every female I met then the world of girls and woman could not ever say no to me. I went home, had dinner and went to bed.