“Stay here,” a gruff voice ordered. “If she runs this way grab her.”

            “Yes, sir,” a deep voice answered.

            She cringed even deeper into her crevice. There was nowhere else to go. She was trapped here now. Maybe she could slip out of her hiding place unheard and smash something over the man’s head, she thought. She waited an interminably long time before she slid forward and uncurled her legs, letting them slide over the edge of the hole. Her legs felt numb as she slid down to stand on the cold hard-packed dirt floor. Silently, she tip-toed down the length of the cask and peeked around the end of it then jerked back with a gasp. The man was a huge mountain! She would never even be able to reach his head. Stifling a sob she snuck back to her hole and climbed back in. After waiting for what seemed like hours she heard footsteps again.

            “Have you seen or heard anything?” Gruff Voice asked.

            “No, sir,” Deep Voice replied.

            “There’s someone here,” another man said thoughtfully. His voice was soft but the sound of it sent chills through her.

            She heard them moving around the room again so she pulled tighter into her hole and held her breath. When she couldn’t hold her breath any longer she let it out slowly, softly. Then she breathed through her nose in small, shallow breaths.

            “I know you’re here, little one. I’ll find you sooner or later. It will go easier for you if come out now.” His voice was soft and warm like a good sherry on a cold evening. But there was something sinister underneath that warmth which made her shiver. “Come to me now, little one, and I’ll protect you.” His steps grew near as he wandered through the cellar. “Make me come for you and you’ll regret it.”

            She started to crawl out of her hiding place but hesitated. How could he possibly know where I am, she wondered. He’s trying to lure me out, she decided. She remained where she was.

            “I don’t like to be ignored,” he said softly.

            She screamed when she felt his hand on her arm. In vain, she tried to pull away but he had an iron grip on her and refused to let go of his prize. He pulled her forward with a mighty yank and she slid out of the hole, landing with a thud on the floor at his feet. The fingers of his free hand wrapped around her other wrist and heaved her to her feet. He shoved her roughly against the wall, pinning her there with his body, towering over her.

            “You are quite the prize, aren’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.

            He held her without difficulty even though she struggled against him. Her arms were slowly pulled above her head and easily held in place with one of his hands. His other hand slid down her side then back up to caress her wet cheek. Her face was suddenly gripped in his hand and he forced her to face him.

            “I don’t like wasting my time chasing after little girls,” he hissed at her. “I should give you to my men and be done with you.”

            “Please,” she whispered on trembling lips.

            He smiled evilly down at her. “Are you begging for my men?”

            Her eyes grew wide with fear. She tried to shake her head but he held her firmly in place. “No,” she finally whispered.

            “Then what are you begging for?” he demanded.

            “My-my honor, sir,” she whispered, tears spilled over her cheeks as she stared up at him.

            He could feel her tremble under his hands. Was that truly what she was so frightened of, he wondered. Her hands were still trapped above her head by his left hand. He slowly let his right hand wandered down her side and across her chest. When he squeezed her tit she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Fresh tears poured down her cheeks.

            “Please…,” she begged him in a whisper.

            She was shaking violently now. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, forcing her mouth open and snaking his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and shook under him. His question answered, he slowly pulled away from her and stared down at the frightened girl. The bright blue eyes and auburn hair were a beautiful contrast. Her petite frame, small stature and all those luscious curves tempted him beyond measure. He pulled a piece of coarse rope from his pocket then jerked her away from the wall, twisting her around so she faced the wall with her arms behind her, toward him. He quickly tied her wrists together with the rope then pulled her with him as he started out of the cellar.

            She saw two other men as he drug her past them toward the cellar door. He stopped at the door and turned back to them. She saw them staring at her.

            “Have you managed to round everyone else up?” he asked them.

            “Yes, Lord,” Gruff Voice answered. “We have twenty-seven counting her,” he replied, nodding in her direction.

            “And you’ve put them where?” he asked.

            “They’re in shackles in the great hall. I thought you’d want them all together for now.”

            “Yes.” He looked down at her as he added, “And since they’ve no proper dungeon…”

            “We’ll fix that, Lord.”

            “I’m sure you will,” he replied, pulling her out of the cellar after him.

            She studied his broad shoulders and light hair as he led her through the passages and back up to the main levels of the old keep. He had a thick mane of blonde hair which just brushed against the top of his collar, broad shoulders and high cheek bones. His strength was evident in his grip but the muscles in his arms stood out on display as well. She let her gaze rake over him and take in the bulging muscles of his chest and in his legs. He was not a heavily built man but he was lean and strong and very tall.

She thought he would take her to the great hall since that’s where his man had said they’d taken everyone else. Instead, he led her past it to a smaller audience chamber off to one side. Once there, he shoved her into the middle of the room and stared at her in silence. When she thought she could take no more he began to stalk around her, staring at her from every angle.

“So, little one, what do I do with you now?” he purred to her.

She stared at the floor in front of her toes and remained silent. The feel of his hands on her ass made her jump and squeal. When she tried to pull away from him his hands slid around her waist and down to grip her abdomen. He pulled her back against him and held her there, his cheek pressed against her wet one. She could feel his bulge pressing into her back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered in her ear.

She whimpered and turned her head away from him, pressing her face into his shoulder. His hands slid down, his fingers played lightly at the tops of her thighs. The thin material of her long skirt didn’t seem like much protection from his pressing hands.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered to her. “My prize for our little game in the cellar.”

His left hand slid between her legs and grasped her pussy while his right hand wandered up her body to grasp her left tit.

“Please, sir, no!” she cried.

“What would you give me instead?” he asked softly without releasing his hold on her.

“S-s-sir?”

“I tracked you and found you. I deserve something for my effort. If not your body, then what?” He shifted his position behind her so that his hard shaft rested against her bound hands. His hips began to move in a slow rhythm as he waited for her answer, rubbing his covered, engorged member against her hands.

“Please, sir, I’ve never…” she cried, trying to pull free of his hold.

“Maybe you should,” he replied with a laugh.

Suddenly, he released her and she fell away from him. She turned to see him pull a knife from his belt and start toward her. Instinctively, she backed away from him. He reached out and grabbed the front of her skirt, easily pulling her to him.

“Stay still or I’ll cut you,” he warned as he reached behind her.

He cut the rope binding her arms and pulled her arms forward. Holding her wrists together in one hand, he put his knife away then pulled her hands apart. Forcing her hands down he rubbed her hands along his thick, swollen prick while he stared down into her eyes.

“You’re belong to me now. You’ll do whatever I tell you.” His voice was soft but held a hard note. “What’s your name, little one?”

“Mira,” she whispered.

He smiled at her and her breath caught in her throat. Even though she was terrified of him she found him most handsome. He forced her wrists together, her hands circling his cock and held her wrists with his left hand. His right hand raised to caress her cheek then slide around to the back of her head. He fisted his hand in her hair, holding her head fast then slowly lowered his lips to hers. As he kissed her he forced her lips apart and slid his tongue into her mouth. When he finally broke the kiss and pulled his hand from her hair he slid it down to grope her tits.

“Well, Mira, you may be a virgin now, but that won’t last the night.” He watched as terror filled her eyes. “I’ve decided you’ll be my concubine for now. I rather like the look and taste of you – so far. If you please me tonight you’ll be my concubine. Otherwise, you’ll be my pet.”

He walked her backwards to a column in the middle of the room. There he pulled her arms over her head and tied them around the column. His hands squeezed and pinched her tits.

“Wait here, love. I have a few other duties to attend to. I’ll come for you when I’ve finished with the rest of your horde.”

He turned away from her and disappeared through the door he had drug her through earlier. She hung her head and cried, waiting for his return.

 

Lord Braeden strode through the old keep talking with his men. He placed sentries and blocked all the entrances. Then he left the rest of the defenses to his head sergeant and returned to the great hall. He wanted to see what exactly they had. The twenty six women they’d captured were all chained together with some chained to columns where their shackles would allow it. They sat on the floor in rows as he walked among them, all looking up at him with hatred and fear. When he finally saw the one he was looking for he motioned to Captain Morgan. The man moved forward immediately.

“Lord?”

“Bring Lady Kate to the center of the room,” Braeden instructed the young captain.

“Yes, Lord.”

The man hurried to do as he was ordered while Braeden walked away through the crowd. The captain released the woman from the rest of the group she was chained to and pulled her to her feet. He led her through the other women following the route Braeden had taken. She was led to the center of the great hall where Braeden stood waiting for her.

“You have nerve, Braeden!” she called to him.

“I tried to reason with you, Kate. You refused my offers. I warned you.”

“Go to hell!” She spat at him and landed her mark on his chest.

He smiled at her. “Really, Kate, so childish.” He backhanded her, nearly knocking her over. “You should have taken my offer. Now you and all your followers will pay for your folly.”

She smiled at him and shook her head. Her eyes traveled over the crowd of women. “Not all, Braeden.”

He glanced around the room with a look of mock concern. “Oh, you mean Mira?” he asked as he turned back to her.

A look of shock fell over her face. He smiled evilly.

“She’s waiting for me in the other room.”

“No,” she whispered. Her voice gained strength, “I don’t believe you.”

Braeden shot a look at the captain then gave a quick nod toward the door to the room where his other captive waited. The man disappeared. He quickly came back with the small woman trapped in his arms, her wrists bound in front of her.

“You see, Kate?” Braeden reached out and ran the back of his hand over Mira’s cheek. “She’s my latest prize.”

“No, Braeden, please. She’s an innocent.”

He smiled at Kate. “Not after tonight, she isn’t.”

He motioned to the captain and the man took Mira back to the room he’d found her in then returned to Braeden’s side.

“It’s over, Kate. You’re all mine now.”

“Please, Braeden, I’ll do whatever you want, just let Mira go.”

He stared at her for a long moment with narrowed eyes. Finally, he signaled the captain and the man released the manacles from her wrists.

“Strip,” Braeden demanded.

Kate stared at him for a moment then slowly disrobed. When she was completely naked he signaled the captain and the man removed the pile of clothing.

“Get on your knees, take out my cock and suck me,” Braeden ordered.

Kate swallowed hard then knelt in front of the man she most hated. Her fingers slowly worked the laces of his breeches until his cock was finally free. She slowly took him in her hands and started to rub up and down his long, thick meat. When she saw his hand start to move toward her, she lowered her head and slipped his prick between her lips. She slowly licked her tongue up the underside of his cock as she sucked, her hands gently squeezing his balls. He stared down at her malevolently as she sucked him. Her ministrations began to stir his loins and he grew in her mouth. His hands went to her head, his fingers tangling in her long, dark hair. His eyes slid shut, his face magnificent in his enjoyment of her mouth. He held her head tight to his groin as he spurted his seed deep into her throat. She pushed desperately against his hips to no avail, he held her tightly in place. When he finally finished, he released his hold and she fell away from him, gasping for air.

“You will service all of my men the same way you have serviced me.” He stared down at her with cold, hard eyes. Turning his head to look at a young sergeant behind the captain of his guard, he gave his next order, “You will see that she does as she’s told. Take her to each man and make sure he is serviced.”

“Yes, Lord.”

When Kate started to climb to her feet, Braeden knocked her on her ass.

“You will crawl, Kate of the Hollow, like the bitch you now are.” Braeden turned back to the sergeant. “Make sure she obeys. Once she’s finished with the other men, she’s yours to use however you want.”

“Th-thank you, Lord.”

Braeden turned back to the captain, ignoring Kate and the sergeant.

“As for the rest, strip them. Call me when they’re all bare. I want them standing in a line with their hands bound behind their heads. You know the procedure.”

“Yes, Lord.”

The captain headed for the front of the room to follow Braeden’s orders as his lord returned to the room where his prize waited. He put his deflated cock back in his breeches and relaced them as he walked across the hall.

Mira warily watched the broad-chested man as he prowled around the room. He hadn’t spoken to her since he’d come back into the room. His eyes strayed her way often but he remained silent and he hadn’t touched her again. Finally, he pulled a chair close and sat down, staring at her.

“You’re a complete uninitiated, aren’t you?” he asked softly.

“I – I don’t understand,” she whispered.

He smiled at her, studying her face. “You know absolutely nothing about sex do you.”

She turned a bright red and diverted her eyes, turning her face away from him. “No, sir,” she whispered.

His laugh was soft and gentle, making her turn her head back toward him to sneak a peek. He lifted his right leg and propped his foot against the pillar she was tied to. His leg brushed against her hip, causing her to wiggle in an attempt to move away from him. He laughed again.

“You’re not going anywhere, pet.”

“Please, sir…,” she whispered, pleading with her eyes as much as her voice.

He moved his foot to rub it along her hip and leg. Slowly, he got to his feet and leaned in close to her, his hands on the column on either side of her head.

“I can’t wait to get you in bed, pet,” he whispered before pressing his lips to hers. His mouth made a trail down her throat to her shoulder as his hands kneaded her tits.

She tried to fight against what he was doing to her but she didn’t understand any of the feelings he aroused in her. Before she could stop it a low moan escaped her throat as she trembled under his hands. He chuckled softly in her ear.

“I’ll make you cum a thousand times tonight, pet.” He pulled away from her to stare down at her. “Would you like to try it now?”

“No, please, sir, please leave me alone.”

“Never,” he said with a laugh.

He turned at a knock on the door.

“Come,” he called.

The captain of the guard opened the door and stepped inside. “They’re ready for you, Lord.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“Yes, Lord.” The captain turned and quickly left the room.

“Perhaps a little later you’ll be ready for your first orgasm.” He pinched her nipples then strode from the room.

He walked with the captain of the guard up and down the line of naked women, posed the way he liked them. They all had their hands bound behind their heads and their legs were forced apart by at least four feet with long rods. He studied each woman carefully, grasping tits from time to time or caressing or slapping an ass cheek. Finally, he pointed out a blonde, a woman with long brown hair and one with silky black hair. They were removed from the line and pulled aside. Then Braeden turned to the captain.

“Which is your favorite, Captain?” he asked.

“Lord?” the captain asked, startled.

“You must find at least one of them desirable. Which is your favorite?”

They strolled along the line until the captain stopped in front of a small, young brunette.

“I find her most attractive, Lord.”

“Then she belongs to you, Captain. You’ve earned a reward this day.” Braeden smiled down at the girl being released from the line of other women. “You’d better please him well, bitch.”

“Thank you, Lord,” the captain replied as he took possession of his new property.

“As for the others, disperse them to the men as you see fit. When the men are finished with them, put them in the new dungeon when it’s finished. Take those three to Harlin and tell him I said they need to be leashed. He’ll know what to do. When he’s finished with them, bring them to me in the master suite upstairs.”

“Yes, Lord.

Braeden started to walk away but stopped and turned back. “Captain, don’t disturb me until morning if at all possible. I’m sure you can handle things here.”

“Yes, Lord.”

He strode across the room and went back to the side chamber to retrieve his prize. Mira flinched visibly when he reached up to release her wrists from the column where she was bound. He merely laughed and pulled her arms down, tying them in front of her, adding a long piece of rope to her bonds.

“Well, pet, it’s time to go upstairs now. We’ll finally have some time to ourselves.”

He led her from the small chamber into the larger great hall and slowly walked through it, letting her look around at her naked sisters. Deliberately walking slowly so she could see all that was happening, he led her to the stairwell on the other side of the room and started up it. He stopped when he heard someone call out to him.

“Braeden, you promised!” Kate screamed at him from the other side of the hall. She was on her knees in front of one of the foot soldiers staring at him in blind hate.

“No, Kate, I never promised anything. You only assumed. I already told you, you’re all mine now, including Mira.” He pulled Mira to him and ran his hands over her bodice, gripping her tits roughly. “I look forward to training her, Kate.”

He turned and led Mira up the stairs, ignoring Kate’s screams and Mira’s sobs. They walked the length of the upstairs hallway and entered the master suite. He shoved Mira inside and followed her then closed the door. She stood inside the large suite and wondered what he would do to her now. His hands fell heavily on her shoulders and she flinched, trying to pull away from his touch. He laughed at her fear.

“You may as well get used to it, pet. I’ll be touching you a lot over the next few hours. Perhaps even over the next few days if you satisfy me well.

He jerked her back against him, holding her tightly to him. His right hand firmly gripped her left tit while his left hand slid down between her legs. She could feel his hard rod pushing into her back and shivered.

“I hope you’re not cold, pet, because you’re only going to get colder in a few minutes,” he whispered into her ear. “When you undress for me.”

“No,” she whined. “Please…no…”

“Oh, but yes, pet. I want to see and touch all of you.”

His hands roamed over her squirming body. Suddenly, he pushed her away from him. She tripped over the hem of her skirt and fell to the floor. Looking up at him with tears spilling from her eyes, she waited. He pulled his knife from his belt and squatted in front of her. Then he reached out and cut the ropes binding her hands. Putting his knife away, he stood back up and stared down at her in silence.

“Get up,” he ordered.

She slowly did as she was told.

“Remove your skirt.”

“Please…”

“I’ll not tell you again,” he warned. “Take it off.”

She reached behind her and slowly undid the buttons then let it fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles.

“And the shoes.”

She kicked off her slippers and waited. He held up his right hand and crooked his finger at her, indicating that he wanted her to come to him. Slowly, she moved forward. When she was within reach, he grabbed her arms and pulled her to him. His left arm wrapped around her waist and held her in an iron grip while his right hand slid down to gently caress her hips.

“You feel wonderful, pet.”

“Please, sir…” she begged.

“You’ll feel even better before I’m done with you,” he promised, a gleam in his eyes.

He shoved her away from him and motioned with his left hand. “The shirt, take it off.”

She sniffled as she tried to stifle a sob. Slowly, she lifted her blouse over her head and let it fall to the floor to join her skirt. Now standing before him in only her underwear and camisole she felt totally exposed. When he stepped toward her she instinctively took a step backwards. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms.

“Don’t even think about trying to run from me,” he hissed as he lifted her into his arms.

He strode through the suite, carrying her to the big four poster bed in the next room. He laid her on the bed, carefully placing her in the middle of it. He climbed onto the bed and crawled across it to her. Placing his legs on either side of her stomach he knelt over her and leaned back on his heels, letting his hands wander over her flat stomach up to her round breasts. His eyes never left hers as he squeezed and kneaded her tits.

“Will you behave yourself, pet, or do I need to tie you down?”

“Please, sir…”

He stared at her trembling lips, a smile playing on his own mouth.

“Answer me, pet. Will you behave yourself?”

“Y-yes.”

He smiled down at her then leaned forward to kiss her. Pulling back far enough to look down at her, he whispered, “Good.”

His lips found hers again and slowly forced them apart so his tongue could slide into her mouth. He gently fondled her nipples as he explored her mouth with his tongue. She was breathless when he finally pulled away from her. He sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt off over his head then tossed it aside. She gasped at the sight of his bare, broad chest. He smiled broadly at her.

“Do you like what you see, pet?”

She didn’t know how to respond, how to answer him. Her eyes drank in his muscular frame as they slid up his body to meet his own blue eyes. The amusement that sparkled in his eyes brought a timid smile to her lips. His fingertips lightly trailed down her arms as he stared down at her.

“It’s okay, pet. You can say what you think,” he whispered.

“Y-you’re beautiful,” she replied, her voice barely audible.

He threw back his head and laughed. A look of joy filled his face when he looked at her again.

“I’ve been called many things in my lifetime, pet, but never that.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, rushing to make amends for her mistake.

He tenderly clasped her face between his hands and leaned close.

“You’ve no need to apologize, little one. I like the thought of being beautiful.”

His lips found hers again and he kissed her deeply. She trembled under him when his tongue plunged into her mouth and his hands wandered over her body. He pulled away from her at a knock on the suite door. He raised up and looked down at her somberly.

“Don’t move.”

She shook her head and lay perfectly still when he climbed from the bed. As he crossed the room and strode across the sitting room to the door she turned her head to watch him. He jerked the door open and spoke with another man for a moment. His voice sounded harsh and gruff to her. Then he moved aside and another man stepped into the room followed by three of her sisters. The women were naked with their hands bound behind their heads. She couldn’t see what was going on but something was strange about them. Her new master spoke to the man a few minutes then the man left and her master led the bound women into the bedroom where she waited.

“Well, pet, we have company,” he said. He motioned to her to sit up as he sat down next to her on the bed. “I’ve obtained a few more pets and I need to know their names. You will tell me.”

Mira stared in horror as he pulled on three gold chains he held in his hand. She followed the chains from his hands to the three women standing a few feet in front of him. The gold chains were attached to each woman by a set of three other chains running to rings embedded in their nipples and clits. The chains coming from each of these rings were fastened to a larger ring which attached to the leash that her master held. He pulled on one of the leashes and a small blonde woman stepped forward.

“Tell me what she is called.”

“Sabree,” Mira whispered.

He pulled on another leash and a brown-haired woman stepped forward.

“Her name?”

“Gesme.”

He pulled the third leash and the black-haired woman stumbled forward.

“She is?”

“Naoly.”

“Good. Which would you like me to fuck first?” he asked.

“S-sir?”

“Either I fuck you or one of them. Since I assume you don’t want to be fucked yet I’ll have to make do with one of them. Which shall it be?”

“I – I can’t…”

“If you don’t pick one of them, little one, it will be you that I fuck tonight.”

Mira stared in horror from her sisters to this man who’d captured her and claimed her for his own. She could not condemn a sister to his mercies. Slowly, she shook her head from side to side, tears flowing freely. Suddenly, Naoly fell to her knees at his feet.

“Please, Lord Braeden, let me service you. I will pleasure you all through the night.”

He smiled at the note of desperation in her voice.

“Have you ever pleasured a man before?”

She swallowed hard before answering him. Slowly, she shook her head. “No, Lord, but I will do my utmost to make you happy.”

He arched an eyebrow as he stared at her. Finally, he turned his gaze to the other two women.

“Have any of you ever pleasured a man before?”

“With my hands and mouth, Lord,” Sabree answered.

“Yes, Lord Braeden,” Gesme answered softly.

He chuckled softly as he stared at them. “The secrets Kate held,” he mused aloud. “Very well, Naoly, you may share my bed this night. But, Mira my pet, you will watch and learn.”

Braeden rose from his seat on the bed and started to lead Sabree and Gesme from the room. He turned back to his other two captives.

“Don’t move, either of you,” he ordered them.

He led Sabree and Gesme back to the sitting room and fastened their leashes to a nail in the wall. They could sit or lie on the floor if they chose to but he made sure they were secured away from the furniture in the room.

“Don’t even think about trying to leave. I’ve locked the door and I have the only key. I’ll kill you if you try to take it.” He turned to go back to the bedroom then stopped and turned back to them. “And stay off the furniture.”

He went back to the bedroom and pulled Naoly onto the bed by her leash. After he positioned her on her back he wrapped her leash around a post in the metal headboard and removed his boots and breeches. Mira gasped when his cock leaped free of its prison. He smiled at her as he climbed between Naoly’s spread legs.

“This is what you will do for me, little one,” he said, staring at Mira as he lowered himself between Naoly’s legs. “Please me and I’ll make sure you enjoy it as well.”

He turned his attention to the woman beneath him, slipping the head of his prick between her pussy lips. He leaned forward on his elbows and brought his hands up to grasp her tits. His fingers pinched and twisted her nipples while he pressed his lips against hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth to duel with hers. His right hand slid down to pinch her clit, his left still playing with her tits. When she started to moan and squirm under him he pushed his cock into her warm depths until he felt a barrier block his way. He pulled back then pushed in savagely as he crushed her tit in his hand. She screamed against his mouth and tried to push him away. Braeden refused to release his hold on her but he remained still for several seconds. When she relaxed under him he started to move in and out of her again. She rolled her head from side to side, pulling free of his lips.

“Please, Lord, stop,” she panted. “Please, it hurts.”

“The pain won’t last,” he whispered to her without breaking his rhythm.

Slowly, her groans of pain turned to moans of pleasure. He felt the tension building in her and pinched her clit as he nipped at her nipple. She screamed out her pleasure, exploding in orgasm beneath him. He couldn’t hold back any longer and shot his load deep inside her. Once he had emptied his seed into her he collapsed on top of her. They both lay panting for several minutes. Mira lay next to them, transfixed in wonder and horror.

Finally, Braeden dismounted Naoly and pulled Mira into his arms. She shivered in fear against him. He shushed her and turned her away from him so her back was against his chest. Spooning her to him, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

“It’s your turn for some pleasure, little one,” he whispered.

“Please, sir,” she replied, her voice so soft he almost didn’t hear her. The tremble in it brought a smile to his face.

“I won’t hurt you, Mira. This time will only be pleasure.”

He grasped her right tit with his left hand as he snaked his right hand into her underwear. His fingers gently rubbed her inner thigh then slowly slid up to barely touch her pussy lips while his other hand played with her nipples. She slowly relaxed against him and started to moan in pleasure. He found her tiny nub and squeezed it then rubbed it softly. As it started to fill with blood and swell he slid a finger into her wet hole. Her moans were making him hard again and she could feel his prick pressing against her back. His hands never stopped their ministrations and suddenly she felt a strange tingling, warmth deep in her groin.

“Uh, uh,” she grunted.

“Yes, little one,” he whispered in ear. “That’s it, pet. Let go and enjoy the feeling.”

“No – uh, uh – oh, oh, oh, oh…”

“Cum for me, pet,” he whispered to her.

“Oh, pleeeaaasssse, ohhhhhh!”

He felt her tighten around his fingers and clinch her legs tightly together as she exploded into her first orgasm. Holding her tightly to him, he let her cum on his hand then slowly, as she came down again, he gently removed his fingers from her and caressed her slit lovingly, kissing her neck.

“You did very well, little one,” he said softly.

“Is it always like that?” she panted.

He chuckled softly. “Sometimes it’s even better.”

She turned in his arms to lay on her back, her hands idly playing against his bare chest.

“If it feels so good why did Naoly scream and say it hurt?” she asked in a soft, innocent voice.

His hand played through her hair as he stared at her.

“The first time, pet, is painful for a woman. After that, it doesn’t hurt anymore – if done properly.” He kissed her cheek and started to turn back to Naoly.

“But it didn’t hurt me,” she whispered.

“Mira, it will hurt the first time you actually have sex,” he said softly. “All I did was pleasure you. I haven’t entered you yet. When I do, it will hurt.”

She turned away from him and buried her face in the pillows. He sighed and stared at her for a moment then finally gathered her in his arms.

Holding her close he whispered softly, “I’ll be as gentle as I can, little one.”

He released her and turned back to Naoly, his hard cock ready for release again.

Me and Katie carry her inside, put her on Katies bed. Then Katie gives me this really dirty look. She asks me "Do you have your video camera with you right now?" I nod, and she says "Good. Get it out, and watch this."

I get out my video camera, and turn it on. What hapenes next is straight up un-believable. Katie gets on the bed. She rolls jennifer over so that shes on her back. Katie then starts "riding" her, and making moaning noises, all the while looking at the camera. After about 30 seconds of that, she got off. and lifted up her mini skirt, and put her thong clas pussy on Jennifers face, and started "riding" her face. It was so hot.

After a little while, she got off of her. She sat down on the side of the bed, and pulled jennifer over her legs. She then started rubbing Jennifers legs, and pulled up her skirt, revealing her perfect ass. She just looked sexily at the camera, and spanked her. She spanked her like 10 times. Then she threw jennifer off of her. She pulled up her skirt, pulled off her thong, laid back, spread her legs wide, and said "fuck me Ryan. Fuck me like you fuck Jennifer."

By this time, i needed no secong bidding. So I put the camera on the night stand, pulled off my pants and shirt, and proudlu displayed my 8 inch cock in front of my girl friends best friend.

Anyway, I stick it inside her, and pretty soon we're both all sweaty, and moaning loud. she screams "OH GOF RYAN< FUCK ME, ANDÂ RIGHT IN FRONY OF JENNIFER TOO, O GOD, I'M GONNA CUM." And I think, of shit, jennifer. But, I don't care anymore, i'm feeling really good. I'm like "OH GOD, I'M ABOUT SO BLOW MY SKEEP INSIDE YOU." She raps her legs around me, pushes her body really close to mine, and we both cum, hard.

After that, we just lay there, and fondle each other. We both look at Jennifer, and think of all the fun things we could do with her.

To be continued.....
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He pushed her back on the bed and slowly took off her see through gown. she sighed with anticipation. "mmm... yes" He threw the gown across the room and went straight to her hard pink nipples. She had beautiful full breast. He couldn't get enough of them. He kept switching back and forth from nipple to nipple. She giggled with the amazing feeling he was giving her.

Billie then kissed her amazing flat stomach. until he got to her sheer pink lace thong. he jerked it off with his teeth. she let out a moan. "Are you ready baby?" Billie asked. Christina nodded as he plunged his tongue into her creamy pussy. Christina yelped with the feeling. He licked all around her erect clit. Teasing her mercilessly. She put her hands on his head begging him never to stop. He then started sucking on her clit. flicking it with his tongue. He stuck his finger up her pussy never breaking contact with her clit. He moved his finger in and out. He could feel her cream all over his finger. Her hip soon lifted up to meet his face. The stubble of his facial hair tickling all around her shaven pussy. "Fuck me now Billie!" She screamed.

Just then they heard the door open. "Mike? Tre?" Billie said suprised. Mike and Tre stood in awe. "Wanna join us boys?" Said Christina. The two nodded. They quickly took off their clothes and Mike laid Christina on her side and then laid behind her. He then stuck his hard dick into her tight ass. She moaned in both pleasure and pain. "YES!" she screamed. Billie then plunged his full eight inch cock into her equally tight pussy. He then started pounding her furiously. Then there was only one hole left for Tre. Christina hungrily shoved his cock into her mouth.

She was so lucky. She was being pounded by three hot guys. They all wanted her so badly. She could barely stand the pleasure when she felt her pussy muscles tense up. She was going to cum right then and there. She let out a huge scream and she let out all of her glorious juices. The guys withdrew and started lapping up all of her cum. She had three tongues in her pussy! the guys then started jacking off and one by one exploded all over Christina's beautiful body. They all collapsed in sheer pleasure.

"Lets do this again soon." Christina said. They all nodded in agreement.

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I then checked out the bed Anne was there so was the guy we had originally come to the hotel with they were both asleep from their position they must have dropped of while he was fucking her his cock appeared to be still in her. I walked out of the bedroom into the lounge room looking for the bar fridge desperate for a cold soft drink, another guy was draped over the lounge dead to the world. This was the guy who's cock I had been sucking last night, a groan from behind the lounge let me know where the other guy was.

I grabbed a 'coke' and sat down opposite the guy on the lounge, still trying to clear my head. Somebody must have mixed something with the drinks because even after a heavy night on the booze I didn't feel this bad. I did a quick glance round looking for my clothes they seemed to be spread all round the room with everybody elses. A bit more of last nights antics came back to me one of the guys had a really big cock as thick as the can I was holding, Anne had been squatting over him lowering herself onto it she had been moaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she was being stretched by the girth. That must be the guy asleep on the floor out of sight, I'd check shortly to see if I had imagined the size of his cock. I noticed the guy on the lounge was awake and staring at me.

"Got another 'coke' my mouth tastes like shit".

I walked to the fridge pulled one out and handed it to him.

"Man, what a night last night, you the guy that sucked my cock?"

I nodded my head, it didn't fall off like I expected it to.

"Great job I enjoyed it"

I was glad he did but I still couldn't remember why I did it. He stood off and wondered off in the direction of the bathroom, I heard the shower run for a few minutes then he came back and flopped down on the loung again.

"Your wife in there with George?, hot chick looks like she loves a good fuck"

I agreed she did but usually she didn't take on guys like she did last night.

"Oh that must have been the shit Dave put in with the drinks, he's a bit of an animal at times only way a bird will take his monster cock"

Well it explained a lot a drug that makes you lose all inhibitions, I noticed my 'friend' was getting a hard on though not overly large it was above average. He sat stroking it while sipping on his 'coke', my own cock decided to grow in sympathy. He stood up and walked over to me, standing in front of me he held his no rigid cock and guided it to my mouth. Unable to resist the idea I leant slightly forward to engulf the head it still tasted slightly soapie from the shower. He stood in front of me and slowly fucked my mouth, I stroked my own cock with one hand while playing with his balls with the other.

"Hi Bob, see you like the guy sucking your cock, think I'll join George and fuck his wife again she's a real slut"

I would normally have said something at that point but I had seven inches of cock down my throat at the time. I had to admit I was enjoying sucking this meat but breathing was a bit of a problem I wasn't used to deep throating a guys cock. Before I could pull away I felt Bob's cock thicken and pulse as he blew his load of hot cum down my throat, as he pulled away the rest of his load spattered my face. I washed the cum off me and went into the bedroom. George was in the process of fucking Anne but in the arse something she's not that keen on but she couldn't say much about it as Dave had his monster cock in her mouth, well as much as she could fit and that was not too much his glans too big for her mouth. Dave was wanking himself for all he was worth while squeezing on Anne's tits, Bob was laughing at the sight.

"Go on Dave shoot your load all over her give her a cum bath" Bob encouraged him.

Dave suddenly grunted and I could see his cum as it dribbled out of the side of Anne's mouth, he then pulled away aiming the rest of his prodigous load to splatter all over her hair face and body.

"Look a real cum slut" he laughed.

George speeded up his attack and suddenley he was shooting his load up into Anne before pulling out and finishing by spurting the rest on her back before wiping his cock on her arse cheeks.

Anne looked like she was still a bit lost, not quite sure what was going on. The three guys then showered got dressed and left, leaving me a little confused. I went into the bedroom Anne was asleep again I lay down alongside her and dropped off again. When we woke up it was afternoon the drug had worn off and it all seemed a bit of a dream, Anne said she had had a great night as far as she could remember all I said was it was different. But I would like to catch up with those three again, I have a few things i would like to say to them.

The students of class 4D:
-Sera Spykes
-Linda
-Io Ford
-Motoko 'Monica' Kurenai
-Ginger Sacher
-Lana Limestone
-Jennifer Reeves
-Candice Spiegelman
-Heather Kimbley
-Virginia Celeste
-Sandra
-Rebecca
-Jesse Cromberry
-Tiehhsin 'Timothy' Ying
-*****
-Trent Bloom
-Mike Angels
-Kenny
-Rock

"Why are there twice as many girls as there are guys?" Spike blinked as he stared at the names of the students introduced thus far. "And why is my name five asterisks? That better not be my next nickname."

"Hey, do cargo pants usually have zippers?" Monica asked as she looked down at her pants.

"I don't see why not. If they don't... cargo pants with zippers can be passed off as something new from the future," Spike replied. "It's easier than doing research, anyway."

Title: WTF High's School Defense Force - Lesson VII
Class: 4D
Room: 104
If you play "Strip War" and in the end your opponent still has all their clothes on, don't gamble... ever.

"What is energy?" Sera asked as she stared at Spike with predatory eyes.

"Energy... is... that... thing that makes... stuff work?" Spike scratched his head in response. "Do you mean just energy in general or..."

"Energy is all around us," Sera explained before taking another sip of her tea. From her posture and facial expression, the brief lesson on magic wasn't going to be very brief at all. "It's there when you run. It's there when you walk. It's there when you talk. It's there when you're squatting over a cute little Japanese high school student in the locker room and forcing her to cum on her own sword."

Monica immediately went red in the face as soon as she heard that last sentence.

"It's the potential for causing change. Without energy, no events are possible. If magic were to exist in any form, it would most likely exist in the form of energy," Sera continued as she stole a glance at Monica's blushing face. Her left hand reached down between her legs to give Linda a pat on the head as a reward for... servicing her. "This... energy used for magic... it can also be found everywhere, but the most likely place to find it is within the soul. Every human being has a soul and therefore the potential to cause change. In other words, the human body has the ability to contain the energy capable of creating magic. Are you two okay? You both seem... distracted."

"Um... well... it's just that," Spike was staring at the spot on the table where he was sure he'd see Linda if the table were transparent.

"Linda... is... under there... and..." Monica was also fumbling with her words in an embarrassed manner.

"Oh, I see. I apologize for my rudeness, then," Sera grinned in a playful manner before leaning down under the table. She whispered something into Linda's ear, patted her head, then returned from under the table. As though nothing special had happened, she continued, "For the sake of making things easier to understand, we'll divide magical energy into three categories: Spirit, bio, and mana."

Wham!

All of a sudden, Monica pushed against the table and slid her chair backwards away from it as much as possible. Right where her crotch was just a couple seconds ago as Linda's face, which had a shocked expression. It didn't take a detective to figure out what just happened.

"No need to be alarmed, Moto-chan," Sera licked her lips seductively. "I thought you wanted to know what Linda's oral skills were like, so I thought I'd share her with you."

"Well you thought wrong!" Monica snapped ferociously. If she could get any redder, her skin would match a tomato's.

"So you weren't envious of me... but of my pet?" Sera giggled into the back of her hand. She enjoyed tormenting the young Japanese sword-user. "The offer is still open, you know."

Monica didn't say anything as she silently pushed her chair back to the table and sat with her legs crossed. Linda withdrew her face and remained under the table as ordered by her mistress. Spike just sat there with a blank expression on his face as he attempted to make sense of what happened in the last fifteen seconds. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by what just happened.

"If there are no more interruptions, may we proceed, then?" Sera asked rhetorically. When no one answered, she continued, "The first type of energy we'll talk about is spirit energy, though it has many other names including chi. Chi is the spiritual energy that presides within the human body. It is the 'life force' that comes from the soul. There are many ways to utilize this energy and there is more than one way to control it. Most Chi-users forego the use of spells which I'll go into more detail about later on."

*****

"Three nines," Tim showed off his cards. Right next to his cards was a list of all the favours he won from his opponent. Since his opponent was out of clothes, they started betting something a tad different.

"How are you always winning?" Rebecca stared at the three nines before checking her own cards. Unfortunately for her, she only had three sixes. She folded her cards and took a deep breath. Her breasts and, thanks to the glass coffee table, her pussy were on full display. "Okay... fine... I quit. How much do I owe you?"

"It'll probably take you around two months to pay it all off," Tim replied as he looked over the list. He flipped over to the next page... then the next... then the next... then the next...

"You're the second person I've ever lost to," Rebecca seethed as she started picking up her clothes. Her eyes shifted towards the panties that were still on the coffee table and she reached out to pick it up... only to be blocked by a gloved hand.

"Did Sera beat you?" Tim asked as he slid his classmate's panties off the coffee table and onto the floor beside him. He looked sharply into Rebecca's eyes as though he could pierce through and peer into the girl's soul. Nearly nothing escaped his always observant eyes. Those two eyes of his were the key to his overwhelming victory and he was sure Sera had similar eyes as well.

"....." Rebecca glared back at the young man across the glass table. She tried to read the body language behind the one who beat her, but nothing gave her any information about his thoughts. How do you beat someone who acted like a robot in poker? Tim showed no facial expression and he didn't make any movements except what was necessary to play the game. The most disconcerting feature, though, were the eyes that acted like a pair of two-way mirrors. Even for someone like Rebecca, it was hard to remain calm while being watched by such eyes.

The characteristics that the young man displayed were born from years of practice and discipline under the tutelage of his Shihfu. Tim remembered one time when he was eight years old, he was given a sheet of paper that had questions like "time of death?", "cause of death?", and "victim's age?". He was locked inside a room with a dead corpse and was not let out until he answered all the questions on the sheet of paper. He remembered crying and begging to be let out of the room for hours as he pounded the door desperately, but it only worked the first few times.

"It's just a guess, but is it possible that because you lost to someone for the first time, you took the game to another level?" Tim asked as he watched Rebecca's face go red. The hazel-eyed girl remained seated on her side of the coffee table and placed her clothes back on the floor beside her. With her naked skin completely exposed, there was little to hide on not only the physical level, but on the emotional and mental level. The ex-assassin had no trouble picking up the scent of arousal that was seeping from Rebecca's wet slit. The near invisible trembling exposed the fear and shame that dominated the girl's body and mind. Suffice to say, Tim had this girl in the palm of his hand. "You seem proud of your poker skills. Was that why you had to beat Sera after you lost to her?"

"Unless you're going to collect, I have no reason to stay here," Rebecca ignored the questions that were directed at her for they seemed accurate to be mere guesses. She wanted to just put on her clothes and leave as quickly as possible, but she found it difficult to even touch the pile of clothes beside her. Sweat was pouring down her face and she remained frozen to the spot under the powerful gaze of the former killer. Seconds of silence passed between them until the poker girl broke down and spilled everything. "Before the first day of school, no one could beat me no matter what card game I played. Poker just happened to be my favourite and the game I'm best at. That's why... on the first day of school when Sera beat me, I wanted a rematch. It was all in good fun, but... Sera suggested we took the game up a notch by playing strip poker. It sounded interesting, so I agreed."

"I take it this took place somewhere private?" Tim asked.

"In my room with my deck. Once we started betting sexual favours, she took all of her clothes off to begin that part of the game on even grounds. Under such conditions, there was no way she could had cheated. I still lost, though," Rebecca answered with a sigh at her last sentence. "Before I knew it, I became her slave for the rest of the school year. However, she gave me the chance to shift all of my debts over to you with this poker game. I just didn't think there'd be two people who could beat me."

"I see... so that means you're a slave to two people. How does that work out?"

"Sera said that if I lost to you, you'd be allowed ownership of me first. Once you're done with me, I go back to Sera," Rebecca replied while keeping her eyes downcast.

"Is this her way of bribing me or something?" Tim muttered to himself as he stood up for the first time since the game ended. He took the list of favours he won and got ready to tear it in half.

"Wait! What're you doing?" Rebecca exclaimed as she immediately stood up to stop Tim from ripping the papers apart.

"I'm not interested in keeping another slave," Tim replied. "Sera can have you."

Another? Rebecca was shocked to hear that word. How many slaves did Tim have? The answer was one happy slave, but she didn't have to know that. She shook that thought out of her head and continued, "I don't want to owe you anything. I'll be your slave for two months as agreed."

"You just don't want to be Sera's slave, do you?" Tim asked bluntly.

"Uh... well... I'm... not a lesbian, so..." Rebecca stammered in reply.

"Then it really was pride that made you agree to play strip poker against Sera?"

"Wha... yes. Yes it was. So... it's better if you're my..."

"At this point, I don't care if it's better for you," Tim's authoritative aura intensified between them. His indifferent tone of voice and manner of speech were replaced by something much colder and more cruel. There was enough power behind his voice to bring even some of the most dangerous criminals to their knees. "You tried to make me Sera's slave, didn't you? Why should I delay the same fate for you? If you want to be my slave, then act like one."

Rebecca was taken aback by these words for she believed that any guy would jump at the chance to have her as a slave. Of course, she immediately realized that she wasn't dealing with just any guy at all. To her horror, she also realized that she was getting wet with excitement at the thought of submitting to this cold-natured young man. With her entire body exposed, she could do nothing to hide her arousal at all. Lowering her eyes, she got down on her knees and said, "Please let me be your slave."

*****

"Magical energy travels throughout the human body with the use of pathways, like bloodstreams and nerves. The pathways travel between several points called Chakra. The size and conductivity for magical energy for each pathway depends on the person and their Chakra. Pathways for magical energy throughout the body also lead to microscopic holes in the surface of the skin. This is where the energy leaves and how magic gets produced. With practice, it's possible to gain the ability to control these pathways and holes."

"Uh... right... that's how... energy becomes magic... right?" Spike managed to say while trying his best to ignore what was going on beside him.

"Umph... oh... you are good," Monica moaned as she slumped over the table, enjoying the waves of an approaching orgasm. She rocked her hips in rhythm with Linda's lickings and her right hand gripped the table cloth tightly between her fingers. In a poor attempt to stifle her moans, she tried biting her lower lip and pressing her mouth against the inside of her right elbow. Neither did anything to hide the obvious pleasure she was receiving from the slave girl under the table. Once her climax ended, she noticed Spike stealing glances at her. She whispered to her friend, "I already know about chi energy and heard this part a thousand times, okay? Plus I was curious."

"I didn't say anything," Spike whispered back quickly.

"You will not tell anyone, right?" Monica asked with a pleading look on her face.

"I didn't see anything," Spike replied. "But I'd be more worried about Sera. By the way... just saying you were caught by surprise again and didn't want her to stop sounds a tad better, you know."

"Oh really?"

"On second thought, that makes you sound weak. Boredom's better. Now what're you going to do about Sera?"

"I won't tell," Sera paused her lesson long enough to smile maliciously at Monica. "So long as you hold your end of the bargain."

"Bargain?" Spike looked between the blonde demoness and the Japanese sword girl.

"We made a sort of deal through telepathy, though I do not really know why it was through telepathy," Monica explained while her face was still as red as a tomato. She cautiously zipped up her zipper, hoping that the sound of her own voice would cover its sound. "Basically, I had to agree to help with the demonstrations."

"As I've already mentioned, energy travels through pathways and they tend to leak out of the microscopic holes in your skin. As a result, the energy that leaks out becomes the aura that surrounds your body. Every single living thing on this planet has an aura, but since they leak out in small amounts, they're invisible to the untrained eye," Sera continued explaining as she placed her hand on the table with her palm facing upwards. Almost immediately, her hands started glowing a deep emerald green. "Of course, if someone's good enough they can force out enough energy for normal people to see. Moto-chan, why don't you show us your aura as well?"

Monica simply nodded her head before closing her eyes in concentration. In a mere matter of seconds, her body was surrounded by a barely visible light blue hue. As soon as she opened her eyes, they started glowing as well. She placed her hand in the same way Sera did and moved all of the blue light so that it was surrounding only her hand. Both demoness and sword girl closed their hands at the same time, snuffing out the two lights.

"Within the human body there are several places to store energy called Chakra. It's debatable about how many there actually are, but we'll talk about the seven that are most common. Moto-chan? Time for another demonstration," Sera smirked as she suddenly grabbed Monica's still outstretched hand. Before Monica could say anything, she was... not pulled, but thrown onto the table and pinned down by a pair of very familiar scarves. Before Spike could get up, he found himself tied up by the same kind of scarves himself.

"Wait! What are you doing?!" Monica screamed as she tried to fight off the scarves, but could not find the strength. Her wrists were tied behind her back and her ankles were hung in mid-air. She was positioned so that she was sitting on the table, facing Spike, and had her back up against Sera's chest. "*Damn it! I knew it was a f***ing trap, but I just had tah walk right into it!*"

"Um... no... something tells me she's not going to hurt us," Spike said with an uncertain tone of voice.

"*And whad'dja base that on?*" Monica asked skeptically.

"Just a feeling," Spike replied meekly.

"Don't worry, I'll let you go just as soon as I finish talking about Chakras," Sera grinned mischievously as she placed a hand on top of the Japanese girl's head. She turned back towards the bound young man and said, "I'll let you go for now, but don't try anything."

"Sure... no problem," Spike chuckled nervously right before he was released from his binds. He wasn't about to mess with someone who could will someone's head to explode.

"Wait a minute... Chakras? As in... all of them?" Monica asked as she suddenly went pale. It was very noticeable because her face was red before it went white.

"Yes, all of them," Sera replied with a wide grin on her face as she silenced Monica by wrapping another scarf around her mouth. She tapped the top of the bound girl's head and said, "We'll start from the top and make our way down. It's usually bottom to top, but this way's more... fun."

"Uh... I see... Any chance we could finish this lesson without anyone getting naked?" Spike wasn't quite sure what answer he wanted, but he knew it didn't matter since he was asking a rhetorical question anyway.

"The top-most Chakra is called the Sahasrara or the Crown, which is located at the top of the head and possibly in the Pituitary Gland. It's related to space and thought and believed to be the connection to the divine," Sera explained before moving her hand down and placing her hand against Monica's forehead. "The one located in the Pineal Gland between the eyebrows is called the Ajna or Third Eye. It's related to time and light and connected to Intuition and Extra-Sensory Perception."

"Is that why...? Never mind."

"Moving along now," Sera said as she wrapped her fingers around the length of Monica's black hair with her right hand and pulled it, causing the sword girl's head to tilt all the way back. In a seductive manner, the blonde demoness licked her lips and placed her head right up against her captive's left cheek. Her left hand snaked around and made its way up to the base of the bound girl's throat. "The Visuddha or the Throat Chakra is located, of course, at the base of the throat where the Thyroid Gland is at. Its element is life and sound and it's connected to Speech and Self-Expression."

Monica was really freaking out at this point and it was evident why when Sera fingered the hem of the bound girl's black tube top. First, the cardigan sweater was moved so that it was bunched up around the wrists since it could not be removed due to the scarves being in the way. With the sweater out of the way, a lot more of the Japanese girl's pale soft skin was exposed for the viewing pleasure of Sera and Spike. All Sera had to do now was shift the tube top and Monica's breasts would be on full display.

"Wait. Wait... hold it," Spike cut in. "Just... don't?"

"Why? You can't tell me you're not interested in seeing what's underneath, can you?" Sera smirked.

"As much as I'd like to, I can't just let this happen... otherwise, I'm dead," Spike explained. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather not piss off a girl who can cut through concrete. That was really impressive, by the way. Didn't get the chance to tell you that when you did that."

"Mmph (Thanks)," Monica muffled through her gag. "Mm umph mmm mmph mm... (They found out about it, though, so I got in a lot of trouble for that)."

"Ooh... really? So who squealed?" Spike asked.

"Ahem!" Sera coughed to get the other two's attention. Before either of them could apologize or react, the blonde lifted the Japanese girl's tube top over the silky smooth breasts. She reached for the left breasts and commenced groping it before the usually inattentive teen's eyes. "The next Chakra is the Anahata or the Heart and Lung located in the centre of the chest where the Thymus is located. Its element is air and it's connected to Devotion, Love, Compassion, and Healing. Hmm... Moto-chan, did you grow a tad?"

"(*No I didn't! How much could they grow in just a few days, anyway?*)," Monica growled through the scarf. "(*Spike! Stop staring or else!*)."

"If you look away for even one second, I'll start dripping wax on these oh so lovable breasts," Sera smiled.

"....." Both Spike and Monica weren't sure what to say next. Spike was trying to figure out if it was worth it to look away on purpose just to see the candle-wax torture. Monica was pretty sure she could handle candle-wax torture, but wasn't sure if she could trust Spike not to watch while it happened.

"Now onto the next Chakra, which is located at the mouth of the stomach where the Pancreas and Adrenal Cortex are at," Sera released her hold on the Japanese girl's breasts and moved it down to the stomach. Her thumb was right on the solar plexus just below the ribcage. Monica's stomach was not only impressively flat, but was also as hard as rock. "This one's the Manipura or the Solar Plexus. Its element is fire and it's connected to Mental-Functioning, Power, Control, and Freedom to be Oneself."

"(*Let me go right now! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!*)," Monica tried as hard as she could to get out of her bonds, but as usual... to no avail. Sera's scarves were just too strong for her to break free from.

"Hush now, Moto-chan. Fun's just getting started," Sera licked her lips and reached down between the Japanese girl's legs. She pulled down the zipper and pushed the pants past the knees. After that, the scarves went up higher which pulled the Monica's ankles higher up into the air so that her buttocks were on full display. If her black g-string wasn't in the way, her pussy would had also been displayed, though her wetness would not had been as obvious. The blonde demoness pressed her index and middle fingers up against the wet surface of the thin piece of cloth that was in the way of her... fun. "Look at how wet you are, Moto-chan. Was this from Linda's earlier licking from under the table? I told you she was good."

"*F***... you...*" Monica seethed through her gag. She somehow managed to make those two words coherent.

Black... g-string. For some reason, I pictured her as more of a white panties type of girl, Spike thought to himself. He couldn't look away now even if he wanted to. Maybe she normally wears white panties and had to wear a black g-string today because of laundry problems. Spike would never know just how accurate his guess really was.

"As lovely as your choice of lingerie is, they're in the way right now," Sera grinned as her left hand suddenly flashed down past Monica's left hip, stopping right above the table. The g-string was cut and easily removed from the bound girl, exposing the wet pussy for all to see. The blonde demoness took hold of the labia and pulled them apart. "The next Chakra is actually located in the ovaries... or the testes in men. This one's called the Svadhisthana or the Sacrum. Its element is water and connected to Emotion, Creativity, and of course Sexual Energy. Moto-chan's Svadhisthana looks pretty active and healthy to me. Don't you think so?"

Spike wisely chose not to say anything and simply continued staring at his friend's most private region being handled by the crafty blonde. Sera let go of the labia and sought out the clitoris instead. She gently trailed her fingernails along the clitoral hood and blew lightly on it. It was kind of fun for her to see the reaction she was causing in her captive.

"Last one before I can let you go," Sera smirked as her fingernails trailed downwards towards the anus. She stuck her thumb inside the wet pussy and just barely managed to get the tip of her middle finger inside the anus. "Muladhara or the Root Chakra is located right in the spot between the genitals and the anus. It's also linked to the Adrenal Medulla. Its element is earth and it's connected to Instinct, Survival, and Security. Thank you for your help, Moto-chan. You may come down now."

With that, Monica was lowered onto the table and released from her bonds. The first thing she did was pull up her pants and straightened up her tube top so that it was covering her breasts again. After that, she took her seat and pretended as though nothing happened. It was especially hard to do now that her panties were gone.

"Now we'll move right along to the second energy type: Bio," Sera continued.

*****

Whack!

"Nine! Thank you, Master! May I have another one, Master?" Rebecca shouted with both pain and pleasure in her voice. She was kneeling on the floor with her upper body pressed against the coffee table and her hands held behind her back. Her ass was red from the spanking she received right after she submitted to Tim.

Whack!

Tim finished off the ten spankings with his right hand as he knelt there with his left hand on his new slave's wrists. With the same hand he used to smack the girl's ass, he gently rubbed the spot he struck with tenderness and care. His fingers would also seek out the exposed pussy and run up and down the slit to feel how wet it had become. After the tenth strike of his firm hand, he found that Rebecca was practically leaking with juices.

"Ten! Thank you, Master! May I have another one, Masters?" Rebecca looked ready to sob at any moment and she probably would had if the spankings did not stop at ten. She looked up pleadingly at her new master, wondering if perhaps she made a mistake when she accepted Sera's offer after all.

"Get off the coffee table, face me, and stay on your knees," Tim commanded with the usual indifferent look on his face. He reached down and unzipped his fly before fishing for his manhood and pulling it out for Rebecca to see. He pressed it up against Rebecca's lips and said, "Suck it."

"Y-yes, Master," Rebecca wasn't about to argue. With eyes alone, she was under the heavy pressure of her classmate's authoritative figure. She reached out with her hands, but they were immediately slapped away. She looked up in confusion at her new master, but was quick to cast her eyes back down once she saw those sharp accurate eyes. With her arms under her breasts, she leaned her head in and took the ex-assassin's already hard cock into her moist and inviting mouth.

"Good girl," Tim said as he placed a hand on top of Rebecca's head. He ran his fingers through the girl's mahogany-coloured hair. His right hand was in his jacket pocket where he always kept his gun. Even while enjoying a blow job, he did not let his guard down at all. Some could even say he was simply downright paranoid from this habit of his.

A tingle of pleasure ran up Rebecca's spine as soon as she heard the words "good girl". She couldn't believe how excited she became upon hearing those words. With a heightened sense of arousal, she ran her tongue frantically along the shaft of her new master's manhood. She wrapped her lips tightly around the cock and started making slurping noises on purpose. The newly enslaved girl reached between her legs and started playing with herself.

Slap!

"Who said you could play with yourself?" Tim asked coldly.

"I-I..." Rebecca stammered to get the words out, but as unable to overcome the increasingly heavy atmosphere in the room. Her hands were on the left cheek that was still stinging from the sudden slap.

"Never mind. I just wanted to slap you around before letting you go, anyway," Tim said with a sigh. "That means you get two months off before you go back to Sera. How you get out of that is your problem."

"Wha... what?" Rebecca looked up with a puzzled look on her face.

"I'm not collecting," Tim explained. The heavy atmosphere he had around him appeared to had lifted. "I don't intend to keep an unwilling slave."

"Then... I want to be one. I'm the one who asked you to play and I'm the one who made the bet," Rebecca replied as she leaned her head back towards Tim's crotch. "Please make me your slave. I'll do anything for you."

Slap!

"Didn't you hear me?" Tim asked. "I don't intend to keep an unwilling slave. You're doing this because of a poker game."

"....." Rebecca took a moment to recover from the second slap before replying, "Please make me your slave. I really do want this! Please!"

"....." Tim studied Rebecca's face for a few seconds and could instantly see the sincerity behind her words. He knew that this girl genuinely wanted to be his slave, though whether it was really because of the poker game or not he could not tell. He wondered briefly for a moment what Sera did in her short time as Rebecca's mistress to make Rebecca want to switch owners.

"And... besides... Sera would take me back... if you don't... use me," Rebecca faltered. "Arguing against her... is... useless."

"Turn around," Tim said. "And get back on the coffee table."

"M-Master?" Rebecca looked up with hope in her eyes.

"Didn't you hear me?" Tim asked.

"Y-yes, Master!" Rebecca immediately turned around and laid her upper body against the glass coffee table. She waited patiently and braced herself for she was expecting another spanking. To her surprise, her new master was kneeling right behind her and his cock was right up against her pussy!

Without a word, Tim slipped his cock into Rebecca's already moist womanhood and despite the tightness, had almost no trouble getting it all the way in. Rebecca could feel the cock deep inside her and immediately starting moaning in pleasure. She rocked her hips back and forth against Tim's crotch well before her master was even ready to start thrusting. The cold-natured classmate took the hint and started pumping away at the pussy before him.

Schlurp... schlurp... schlurp...

The two of them awkwardly attempted to find a common rhythm, but even those attempts felt good for them. In the end, they just followed the flow and fucked each other as best they could. Halfway through, Tim grabbed hold of Rebecca's wrists and pulled her arms until they were straight and horizontal. The two of them picked up speed for a few seconds before Rebecca reached her climax. Tim pulled out at the last second as he grabbed a fistful of the mahogany-haired girl and forced his cock back into her mouth. As Rebecca rode the waves of pleasure throughout her body, loads of cum was shot into her open and willing mouth.

Tim kept his cock inside Rebecca's mouth until his new slave finished cleaning it up with her tongue. He tucked away his cock and zipped up his zipper. "If you ever change your mind-"

"I won't change my mind," Rebecca replied. After a couple of seconds, she added, "Master."

"Don't call me that in front of other people," Tim replied.

*****

"Bio energy comes from each and every individual cell in your body as opposed to your soul. Users of this form of energy don't really bother with Chakra points and instead focus more on the pathways, holes, and cells of the human body. If the holes are large enough, one may become sensitive enough to energy to actually sense it in others," Sera continued her lesson. "In some rare cases, there are those who are born with holes large enough to naturally sense energy. A person who doesn't fit under this category can only gain this ability through practice."

So anyone can do it if they knew how, Spike thought to himself.

*I heard about spiritual energy, but not bio or mana, Monica thought to herself. Is that really how energy leaves the body?

"Of course, once those holes open up, energy will leak out even more than it usually does. If too much energy leaves the body, the owner of said body dies. That's why it's important to learn how to open and close the energy holes at will. Even more important is to learn how to control the flow of energy whether it's inside or outside the body. Honestly, there's a very fine line between spirit energy and bio energy, but it's there. Within a person, the spiritual energy and bio energy can be so similar that they're practically the same or as different from each other as night and day. It's generally not a good idea to have these two energy-types too different from each other, but the theoretical power behind it can be very tempting to not try."

*****

Meanwhile, Trent was getting his ass handed to him by a flying squirrel wearing boxing gloves. The half-dog fell off the pole he was standing on, but managed to regain his senses in time to kick the pole and jump onto the side of the next one. With impressive skill and reflexes, he was able to move naturally around the poles with little to no difficulty. The only difficulty he had so far was the little rodent that could surprisingly pack quite a punch.

"That's the fourth time he's punched my forehead," Trent scratched his head irritably as soon as he made his way on top of a wooden pole. He was having trouble keeping up with the zipping squirrel, though the fact that he could was already impressive considering the speed at which the squirrel was moving. He was clutching a tube of something in his pocket. "Well, not this time. I'll catch him for sure."

Zip!

The squirrel suddenly shot up the pole and came from underneath with an uppercut to the jaw, only to hit air when his target bent his body backwards without falling. Aware that he missed, the squirrel looked down in time to see the hands reaching out for him. In response, the rodent bounced off the arms and went straight for the forehead again.

Wham!

"Gotcha," Trent grinned as soon as he felt the hit connect. While still standing on the pole, he bent forward so that his upper body was parallel to the ground.

"....." The squirrel simply hung there with his right boxing glove glued to the dog-man's forehead. After a couple of seconds, he uses his left gloved fist to poke away at Trent's right eye.

"Ow! Hey! Cut it out!" Trent exclaimed as he grabbed the rodent with his right hand. He used his left to quickly undo the string to the squirrel's right glove. Ironically, as soon as the glove was undone it fell off his forehead. With a puzzled look on his face, he checked the label on the tube of glue he used. "Huh... wears off after fifteen seconds. Wait a sec... what's the point of using this glue, then?"

While Trent was distracted, the squirrel managed to wriggle loose and run away at top speed. As soon as he noticed that the rodent was gone, Trent immediately chased after the squirrel until he was off the poles and back on land. Once he was there, he saw no sign of the squirrel at all.

"Wait... where am I again?" Trent suddenly realized he had forgotten where he was and why he was here. He hit the palm of his hand with the back of his fist and said, "Oh yeah... this is Sera's house. I should probably go say hi! Oh! Were these mountains always here?"

For the first time ever, Trent realized that he was staring at a physically impossible scenery unless he had somehow teleported to another part of the world. He probably had and didn't realize it what with being obsessed with chasing the squirrel and all. What he was staring at was a range of mountains stretching out as far as his eyes could see, which was very far. The forestry planted on the side of the mountains looked so close as though you could jump to the other side, but in reality they were thousands of miles apart. High up on top of the peaks, fog surrounded the snowy caps as though hiding the mysteries of the world above.

Any normal person might had kicked Trent in the head for not noticing that the absence of the neighbouring houses and the fact that the backyard was on a cliff surrounded on three sides by rocky walls. Right above the house was a pillar of smoke... or fog... or something similar. There was no doubt that he had just come from that direction. Deep below the cliff was a valley hidden in darkness. The forest there was thickest and gave the most eerie feeling down the back of one's spine.

"Sera's house is awesome!" Trent exclaimed as he took in all the scenery before him. His eyes were wide with excitement as every fibre of his body became overwhelmed. This was short-lived due to his noticing something behind the tree with the Tarzan rope. Curious, he walked over the tree and looked behind it.

Sitting there and sleeping was a young teenaged girl with straight long blonde hair that reached down to her waist. She had on a purple dress with black shoulder straps and the hem reaching just short of her knees. Under her right hand and lying on top of her stomach was a book titled "Wuthering Heights" and in her other hand was a white straw hat. She was barefoot at the moment, though it appeared she was wearing sandals before she kicked them off. With a peaceful look on her cute sleeping face, there was an irresistible charm about her that more than complimented the amazing atmosphere of this place. However, the large bulge wriggling about between her legs and under her dress drew attention away from her face.

As cautiously as he could, he got down on his hands and knees and stared at the bulge with focused eyes filled with concentration. His hands hovered above for a couple of seconds before they shot out and got to work. His left hand lifted the hem of the dress while his right hand shot out to catch the squirrel. Unfortunately for him, the squirrel was too quick and managed to dash away in time. Trent would had continued the chase had his fingers not been caught on the crotch of the sleeping girl's white cotton panties.

"Mmph..." The sleeping girl moaned in pleasure in response to the intrusion in her panties. Her left hand reached between her legs and grabbed hold of Trent's wrist. She started leaning towards her right side and her legs clamped down on the half-dog's hand at the same time with the left knee on top of the right knee. Her falling to the side would had woken her up had Trent not caught her head in time.

Trent gently lowered the blonde stranger's head onto the ground, but now found that his left hand was stuck as well. He felt the girl's soft right hand leave the book and touch the back of his wrist. With both hands occupied, he wasn't quite sure what to do at the moment except... play with the girl's vagina.

With dexterous hands, he wriggled the two fingers that were already past the panties and rubbed them up and down the sleeping girl's wet slit. By slipping his thumb underneath as well, he was able to get the panties a little out of the way so that his fingers had better access. His middle and ring fingers touched the outer lips and gently slid along up to the clitoral hood. Whatever dream this girl was having must had been a very pleasant one considering how much juice she was leaking.

Trent found that the pussy was completely shaved, though in this day and age it was common among teenaged girls. Confident that he could get this girl off before she woke up, he continued silently exploring with the hand that was still trapped between the girl's legs. He sought out the clit that was hiding beneath the thin piece of skin above the slit. Once he found the hood, he coaxed the little nubbin from its hiding place. Knowing that direct stimulation might wake the blonde girl up, he opted to simply rub the area around the clit instead.

"Mmm..." The sleeping girl moaned in pleasure again as her left hand released Trent's probing hand. Her body shifted a little as her left hand joined her right in touching the arm she was resting upon.

"For a minute there, I thought she was going to wake up," Trent said to himself as he continued watching the girl sleep on his arm. He blinked, then moved his face up close to hers. He studied her face for a while, then moved up to her ear and shouted, "Get up! I know you're faking!"

When he received no response, he moved his head away and pulled up his legs in front of him. With his right hand still between the girl's legs and his left hand under her head, he pushed off his shoes and socks and stuck them under the girl's armpits. His toes were almost as dexterous as his fingers, so tickling with them was just as effective. As soon as he did this, the "sleeping" girl could not contain her laughter and immediately jerked awake. "Stop! Stop! I'm awake! I'm awake!"

"I knew it! How long were you awake for?" Trent asked as he continued tickling the blonde with his toes.

"Stop! Stop!" The blonde girl attempted to push the dog-man away, but ended up falling forward herself. She pushed Trent's feet away from her armpits, but ended up placing his knees on her shoulders. As a result, her face ended up between his legs while he was nearly upside down with his hand still between her legs. Getting untangled from each other was a confusing and complicated procedure, but it was simplified when the blonde girl pushed the blonde guy's legs away, causing the blonde guy to flip onto his stomach and rip the girl's panties off at the same time.

"Ow..." Both of them said at the exact same time.

*****

"... Did we get teleported to another part of the world without realizing it or something?" Spike asked as he and Monica stared at the scenery that was in Sera's backyard. The two of them had followed their new demoness mentor outside for the third part of the lesson.

"Close enough, I guess," Sera replied with a mischievous smirk on her face. She stepped off the porch and left her two classmates to stare at the scene a while longer. Her attention fell upon Trent and the blonde girl he was with. Her eyes immediately widened at the sight of the other blonde and immediately hurried over to the two of them. "Kera? What are you doing here?"

"Sera!" Kera, the "sleeping" girl sprung to her feet and wrapped her arms around Sera as soon as she got the chance. "Mom and dad said that I could stay with you for a while!"

"What? Why?" Sera asked.

"Why not? They said it might do me some good to live among humans for a while," Kera replied. "Besides, the human world is so much better! You'd have to be a thousand years old to be an adult, but over here we can both be adults!"

"First of all, you don't have to be a thousand and second of all, even among humans you're not old enough to be an adult," Sera sighed as she placed her hands on Kera's shoulders. "Third of all, now's not a good time, so... wait, what did you and Trent do?"

"Hiya, Sera! Your sister's nice. Niceness must run in the family," Trent grinned.

"You have a sister?" Spike suddenly spoke up as soon as he and Monica reached the growing group.

"I take it she is also a demoness?" Monica asked as she studied Kera. The family resemblance was evident, though it was obvious that the younger demoness didn't possess the power that her sister did.

"I didn't know you had a sister. Why didn't you tell us?" Spike asked.

"We've only known her for a week," Tim remarked.

For a second there, everyone except Sera froze on the spoke. After the second was up, four pairs of eyes fell upon Tim in an instant.

"Trans-dimensional doors," Tim simply explained, then jerked his thumb towards the toolshed tucked away beside the house.

"Trans-di-" Trent began to echo.

"Stargate," Tim interrupted.

"Or a rabbit hole," Trent added. "What's Stargate?"

"I take it you've already sent Rebecca home?" Sera asked with her arms crossed.

Tim simply nodded his head in response.

*****

Meanwhile, Rebecca was walking as carefully as she could along a busy sidewalk while holding herself tightly. The reason why she was walking carefully was because of the bullets (unused, of course) wedged inside of her. There were six magnum bullets inside her wet vagina and another two inside her rectum. Since she wasn't wearing any panties, she was afraid that the bullets may slip out of her juicy slit if she wasn't careful.

Once she reached her destination, she glanced down at the piece of paper with Tim's address, then looked up at the apartment building in front of her. Crunching up the piece of paper, she threw it away and stepped inside.

*****

"Anyway... the reason why I brought you out here was to illustrate the third part of my lesson," Sera explained as she waved her hand over the scenery of the mountains and forestry. "The third energy type is called Mana. Mana is the magical energy that flows freely throughout the world. Some places have more mana than other places. Mana types differ from place to place depending on the elements. For example, a hot desert may have more fire mana than say... the ocean, which most likely has lots of water mana. Many magic-users, or magickians to some, tend to rely on this ability to exceed the energy limit of their own spiritual or biological energy."

"You do not still need me to demonstrate, do you?" Monica asked as she suddenly took a step back.

"....." Sera's eyes momentarily shifted to Kera, then back on Monica. "No, it's not necessary. Thank you for your help thus far, Moto-chan."

"Fill me in later?" Tim asked Monica.

"Of course," Monica replied. "I will also fill in Trent."

"....." Tim simply motioned his head towards Trent, who was crab-walking and chasing around Kera... on the wooden poles. Unfortunately, the half-dog got attacked by the boxing squirrel.

"Many mana-users 'breathe' mana by sucking up the energy from their surroundings. Mana enters the body through the energy holes and flows throughout the body. Some Mana-users can be skilled enough to keep the mana outside their body, yet still control it. It is the lifeblood of magic-users and the reason why they can become extremely powerful," Sera continued her explanation about mana. "However, although mana is energy and treated as such, it is still foreign to the body and can therefore cause harm to the body. This especially happens if the mana 'inhaled' is completely different from the spiritual energy already presiding within the body. The best conductor for mana is blood, wood, and certain tissue from certain animals. This is why many magic-users like to use conductors such as wands and staves."

So... to sum it... Spike thought to himself, So magical energy can be divided into three separate categories:

1) Spiritual energy from the soul.
2) Biological energy from the cells.
3) Mana from the environment.

"This place is filled with mana, isn't it?" Monica asked.

"Exactly, which makes this place the perfect training ground for the six of you," Sera replied with a smirk.

"I only see four of us," Spike looked around in confusion. "I'm assuming Rock's here, but got occupied with his own obstacle and still hasn't overcome it yet."

*****

"Well that wasn't fun at all," Rock remarked before falling from a sitting position to a lying position in an exhausted manner. The giant suit of armour seemed to agree and appeared equally tired. Between the two of them was a finished game of Jumanji, which the boxing squirrel won, by the way.

*****

"Yes... she's a tad late, isn't she?" Sera tapped her chin thoughtfully. She shook off that thought and addressed the three who were present and paying attention. "The reason I wish to train the six of you is not only related to the demon attacks, but also the secrets behind the school. I'm sure you've already noticed, but Windroy Twelve Forrest Secondary School is not an ordinary school."

"Don't you mean WTF High?" Spike asked.

"What did you think WTF stood for?" Monica asked.

"They were initials?" Spike looked surprised. "I thought it was a result of when they started using letters instead of numbers for public schools, like PS XXX or PS OMG."

"Did you not notice the big sign in front of the school?" Monica quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah... I was meaning to read that sign someday," Spike replied. "Now I don't have to cause now I know what is says."

"It's not generally a good idea to interrupt someone who can easily strangle you to death without using her hands," Sera cut in.

"Sorry," Both Spike and Monica apologized at the same time.

"What the f***?" Rock's voice suddenly rang out as soon as he stepped out into the backyard. He was staring with a wide open mouth at the scenery before him. "Did I just step through one of those portals, like in Stargate... or a rabbit hole from a very old cartoon?"

"You're late. That means I don't have to pay, correct?" Sera smirked as she suddenly appeared right in front of Rock. She took the deliveries out of Rock's hand and walked back to the others.

"Wa... wait a minute! When I stepped thro-" Rock began.

"You ended up in the attic instead?" Sera asked.

"You did that?"

"If you simply continued looking instead of wasting your time playing classic children's games, you would had made the delivery on time," Sera replied.

"F*** that, B****!" Rock growled angrily. He dashed forth and attempted to snatch back the deliveries. Unfortunately, Sera was too quick for him. Rock's left ankle was ensnared by a scarf, which flung him through the air and into the pool.

Splash!

"I'll tell you what. If you stay around a while longer, I'll pay for the food," Sera offered as she gave Rock a flirtatious look. "If you behave, I'll throw in... a... little... reward."

"Betcha he won't like the reward," Spike whispered.

"I will not take that bet," Monica replied.

*****

"Is this it? The address?" A young female teen asked herself as soon as she arrived at her destination. She checked the address that she was given just yesterday, then looked up at the house that would change her life forever.

 

SHE PULLED DOWN MY BOXERS AND BEGAN TO SUCK MY COCK, IT FELT SO GOOD.

WHEN I FELT THE ORGASM BUILDING UP I SAID, “ I’M GOING TO CUM, OH FUCK I’M GOING TO CCCCUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM”.

WHEN I DID CUM, SHE SWALLOWED ALL OF IT.

 

I THEN INSERTED MY COCK INTO HER WET PUSSY AND BEGAN TO THRUST SLOWLY.

“YOU ARE REALLY GOOD AT THIS” SHE SAID

I STARTED TO SUCK HER TITS AT THE SAME TIME.

SHE THEN RAPPED HER LEGS ROUND ME.

 

“OH MATTHEW THRUST HARDER AND FASTER” SHE SHOUTED.

I THEN STARTED TO THRUST FASTER AND HARDER.

THEN I CUMMED AND IT WAS THE BIGGEST ORGASM I HAVE HAD EVER.

 

I CARRIED ON THRUSTING FOR ANOTHER 30 MINUTES CUMMING ALL THE WAY, THEN I STOPPED.

 

“THAT WAS THE BEST SEX I HAD EVER HAD” SHE SAID.

“MISS”

“CALL ME JANNIFER” SHE INTERRUPTED.

“JENNIFER WHY DID YOU CHANGE YOU MIND” I ASKED.

“ WELL I SAW YOU WHEN YOU WERE DOING P.E FROM MY WINDOW ONCE, YOU TOOK YOU SHIRT OFF AND SAW YOU SUPREMLY FIT BODY, AND YOU’RE THE SMARTEST PUPIL IN THE YEAR, WHY WOULD’T I WANT YOU” JENNIFER ANWSWERED.

 

WHEN WE’D GOT CHANGED, WE HAD ONE LAST PASSIONATE KISS.

 

IN THE NEXT YEAR WE’D HAVE SEX IN THE CLASSROOM JUST BEFORE LESSONS START, IN THE TOILETS AFTERSCHOOL AND ON THE SOFERS IN THE STAFF ROOM, IN THE HOLIDAYS.

  

The nature of their bullying was often mental rather than physical. Soon this news got to Billy’s mother and father, who were obviously upset about these incidents. However, Tim and Jeff always got away without reprehension as they were just 13 years old. Billy, who was only 13, felt hopeless. It became more and more common for his mother to walk him to and from school to avoid bullying, much to Tim and Jeff’s delight.

Soon she could feel them stare her up and down as she waited for her son to come out of his lessons, and hated herself for being put in such a situation against her will. What else could she do if her son faced constant abuse?

Jeff loved every second of it.

“Holy shit dude, my cock gets rock hard every time I see that bitch.” He said, adjusting his boner and lying down on his bed. “Even thinking about her…”

“I know man,” Tim said, turning away from Jeff’s computer momentarily. “You see what she was wearing yesterday? What I wouldn’t give to bone her.”

Jeff sat up. “Tell me about it. I’d fuck her six ways from Sunday.” The two laughed.

“You know”, Jeff began.” Halloween’s just round the corner.”

Tim smirked. Every year the two would use it as an excuse to cause mischief and mayhem. He knew things were gonna be a little different this year. “All we have to do is find out where they live.” Said Jeff.

“Oh man, just thinking about it is making me hard. The things I’d love to do to that bitch.” It was hard to believe such words escaped the mouths of these two 13 year old teens, but they had always been perverted. Surely enough, the next day of school began and they cornered Billy.

“Hey Billy, how’s it going?” Jeff began, placing an arm on Billy’s shoulder. “A-Alright. Things are okay.”

“That’s good.” Tim reassured. “Say, where do you live Billy ol’ boy?” Jeff asked, leaning in, unable to conceal his smile at the thoughts in his mind.

“Just curious.” “Err… why do you want to know that?” Billy stammered out nervously.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Tim asked angrily. “Here we are, trying to be nice, and you have to give us shit. Just tell us where the fuck you live!”

“12 Roseway Street!” he yelled, terrified. “Good.” Jeff said, before kicking him to the stomach. Tim joined him, cackling as they did so.

That day, they followed him home from school to make sure. As ever, was his mother waiting for him at the front door. Tim and Jeff grinned at her perverted as she took Billy into her embrace, staring at them with false defiance. The truth is they made her nervous. She closed the door and told Billy not to hang around with them anymore. They hung around for a while, much to the terror of Billy. No siblings. No wonder Billy was so coddled.

They could see her husband through the window.

“What a wimp.” Jeff said. “If I was him I’d be banging her every minute of the day, but there he is reading the paper. Oh man she’s hot. Look at him, he’s just some scrawny old dude. We’ll be able to handle him easy.”

Now that they knew where she lived, they eagerly looked forward to Halloween. That would be their chance to get what they finally wanted. They were used to terrifying the local kids and vandalizing the houses of people who annoyed them but this year really was gonna be different. They headed straight over to Billy’s house. They knocked harshly three times.

“Trick or treat!” they said in unison.

“Well!” Came Billy’s mother’s reply, unable to recognize them. “Aren’t you big ghosts!” Tim laughed.

“Heh heh, that we certainly are.” She raised an eyebrow at this.

“Well, here you are.” She said, giving them an equal helping of candy each. She was wearing tight purple sweat pants that complimented her figure and especially her behind. It was apart of her costume – a genie, also wearing a frilly top that slightly showed off her cleavage.

“Oh no,” Jeff said. “We’re gonna need a LOT more than that to be convinced not to trick.” He started at her tits and made no attempt to hide it. This immediately made her feel uncomfortable.

“I think you two should go,” She said, trying to close the door. Jeff held it open.

“What’s the rush?” He said, stepping in. Tim followed. They grabbed her immediately and silenced any sounds she made with their hands. She was too shocked at this sudden intrusion to even do anything. Being teenage boys, their hands roamed elsewhere. Tim grabbed a handful of her shapely ass as the two pressed themselves up against her, pushing her back into her house.

“Holy shit dude, grab a feel of her ass. It’s just like I imagined.” Tim said.

“Her tits are great as well!” Jeff said excitedly, grabbing her with his free left hand as his right grabbed her other ass cheek. She was being utterly molested by these two boys. Tim grabbed her pussy roughly which made her yelp.

Billy heard this from upstairs but dismissed it as her simply tripping. She was terrified, here were these two teenage boys, forcing themselves into her home. Her husband was out with friends as he hated Halloween, not that he’d be able to help anyway, small in size and cowardly as he was.

Billy, too, was always quiet and afraid, she was always the one who did the fighting for him, and at this moment he was in his room on the computer. She had no idea what to do. Her head buzzed with terror as Tim and Jeff took off their masks. “Y-you!” She managed to stammer out. Jeff pulled her arm and dragged her into the living room.

They both took a seat on the couch.

“I want you to leave right now.” She said in hopeful defiance.

“Nah, I’d rather stay here for a bit.” Tim said, leaning back.

“W-what do you want?” She said. “Well you can start off by getting us something to drink.”

She couldn’t believe it herself when she began to walk to the kitchen to fetch something. She thought maybe if she just gave them a drink they’d quickly leave. As she went, Tim and Jeff smiled at each other trying not to laugh.

“She’s fucking terrified! She’ll do anything we want her to!” Tim said excitedly, already rubbing his cock at the thought. When she returned, Jeff smiled as he looked her up and down.

“Well, we want to work out a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” She asked.

“You know we pick on your son, right?” Jeff asked rhetorically. “What if I told you all of that could stop in an instance?”

Frowning, feigned courage, she considered.

“G-go on.” She said.

“All you have to do is do us a few favours.” Tim chimed in.

“Right”, said Jeff. “Just a few favours.”

“What kind of favours?” She asked.

“I think you know what kind.” Jeff said, confidently.

The realization then hit her. “Forget it!” She barked. This alerted her son. “I want you out of my house right now!”

This one sentence terrified Billy, but he crept downstairs instinctively anyway.

“Hey, hey, no need to shout.” Jeff said, putting his feet up on the table. “It’s not like you even have any choice. Hell, if I wanted I could fuck your pretty little face right now.” This one sentenced tied Billy’s stomach in knots. He couldn’t believe they were speaking to his mother this way. His mother was equally terrified. She was good at putting on a brave face but the truth is she couldn’t stand up to these two teenage boys.

“Why don’t you just make it easier on you and your son and just go down on me right now?” Jeff said, uncrossing his legs and widening them, rubbing his cock. She stood terrified. Tim smiled.

“Do it.” She still stood, frowning.

“And if I do this…” She began slowly. “You’ll leave my son alone?” She asked.

Billy couldn’t believe she was even considering it. He wanted to rush in there but he was simply too afraid. All he could do was helplessly watch.

“Yep.” Jeff said, knowing full well this was a lie. She reluctantly stepped forward.

“Hold on, bitch.” Jeff said. Her eyes widened at this change of tone.

“Strip down first. I don’t wanna get my dick sucked while you’re still fully clothed.”

She reluctantly began to slide off her pants.

“Actually. Do it sexily. Slowly. Bring your ass over here and grind it up against me.”

She kept her skin tight pants on and moved slowly over to him.

“Bend over.” He said, leaning back. “That’s right, bring your over hear and rub it on me cock.”

She slowly bent forward, her head buzzed with terror and she can't believe she was doing this. He grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him.

“Ohhhh yeahhhh… That’s it. Rub your ass around slowly. I bet your dumbass husband doesn’t even get this kind of treatment.”

Tim couldn’t take it. He unzipped his pants and took out his 7 inch cock. He was quite big for a 13 year old. He pumped it up and down as he saw her submit to Jeff. He loved the idea of her being controlled. Jeff moaned in pleasure as her plump, soft ass massaged his cock and balls through his pants.

“Turn around. Take them off.” She did as she was instructed. She just wanted to get this over and done with. She could feel his cock before but she only got an idea of how big it was when she slid his pants down. He was pitching a huge tent through his underwear. She looked at it nervously. Billy couldn’t take anymore and ran downstairs into the room.

“Mom! Stop!” Jeff immediately stood up and began to batter Billy.

“Stop!” His mother Amy screamed.

“You really want me to stop?” Jeff said, standing above a bruised and crying Billy.

“I’ll do anything… “ She meekly said.

Tim and Jeff’s cocks both got rock hard at this. This was their first experience of sex other than the porn movies they regularly watched. And the fact that it was from the mom of the kid they both most detested, and that she was the object of their desires, made them unbelievably hard.

“You can start by fetching something to tie this annoying shitstain up.” Jeff said, his pants around his ankles and his cock still sprung hard through his underwear. She slowly got up and began to walk over to the kitchen.

“But before you go…” She stopped in his tracks. Jeff forced her to her knees and began to rub his crotch against her face in plain view of Billy, who sat frozen in fear.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Jeff said, pumping against her. This carried on for a minute or so as he rubbed his crotch all over her soft face. “All right, bitch. Go get it.” He said, sending her off with a loud slap on the ass. Tim laughed.

“Go get some of your panties, too.” Tim said. She nodded and quickly went off. Jeff used this opportunity to lean in towards Billy.

“We’re gonna fuck your mom so hard…” He began. “…and make her beg for our cocks.” Tim laughed out. “The only reason I made her get her panties is so we can tie her up with them. And so I can jerk off to them later over this. How’s it feel knowing your mom’s gone to get something to tie you up and stop you from letting us fuck her?”

“If your dad comes home we’re gonna beat the shit out of him too. It’d get me off even more if he had to watch some kid fuck his wife right in front of him.”

Billy sat still, his head buzzing with terror and shame. Amy returned as Jeff kicked off his pants and trainers.

“All right.” He began. “Take off that lame costume.”

Billy could not believe what was happening. She couldn’t find any rope so duct tape would have to do. Tim tied Billy up in the corner of the room, in plain view of the couch as Jeff fondled his mom’s tits as she undressed. She got down to her bra and panties, hoping they’d want nothing more than a quick feel, but she knew this probably wasn’t true. She was too terrified of them not to comply. She would at least try not to be fully nude for the pleasure of these two boys.

“That’ll do for now.” Jeff said, sitting down and leaning back on the couch. “Come over here.”

“Oh god.” Billy thought, as he saw his mom stand there in nothing but her bra and panties. “It’s really happening.”

Her bra and panties were soft and silky, purple in colour. Jeff’s cocked jumped through his underwear at the sight of them. He loved the way they shined in the bright lights of the room. In the back of his mind, he still couldn’t believe he’d gotten this far.

“Who gets first dibs?” Tim asked. Amy was still afraid and confused at the way these boys were talking about her. The sudden change of situation and these teenage intruders in her home was still something she hadn't fully gotten used to. Somewhere in the back of her mind she kept telling herself that this was for everyone's best interests, as much as she hated it.

“I do.” Jeff replied. Tim, being a hormonal and horny teenage boy just as Jeff, frowned at this. But then, Jeff had done most of the leg work so far. He deserved first dibs.

“Wait a second.” Jeff said sternly, trying not to let his voice crack.

“Where the fuck are your panties?” Her eyes widened, she was hoping they were just mocking her. “Go get them you dumb slut.”

Billy moaned in despair through the duct tape covering his mouth as they verbally and physically abused his mother. He knew what was coming and did not want to see her tied up in her own panties, especially at the hands of these two. She hurried off up the stairs to get them as Jeff and Tim watched her ass jiggle with every step.

After a moment she returned shamefully with a handful of underwear. Still sitting back on the couch, he tied her hands up with a frilly white bra strap as he admired her body. He leaned forward over her right shoulder with a pair of her maroon panties in his right hand. He fondled her breasts with his left hand and sniffed her panties audibly in front of her. She just faced forward, doing her best to hold back tears and just wanting this whole ordeal to be over.

Jeff’s young exploring hands traced down over her stomach and to her crotch. She tried to close her legs but that just made him grab rougher. He stuffed the pair of panties in her mouth because he liked the way it looked. Soon he traced his fingers over her pussy slit.

“You seem quite tight. Doesn’t that dickweasel of a husband fuck you much? I wouldn’t be surprised if all you had to show for it was that loser over there.” Tim and Jeff both laughed. Tim still had his cock out but was enjoying himself with Amy’s underwear to get himself horny enough for when it was his turn.

“All right. Fuck, I’m ready to shoot such a thick load.” Jeff said, thrusting into her ass.

“Get up, turn around, get on your knees and get my cock out.”

She slowly got on her knees in front of him. Billy watched on in horror as she lowered her head to his crotch.

“Oh fuck.” He said. “Get your face here.” He pulled her down to the bulge erupting from his underwear. “Suck on it.” She wrapped her mouth around the bulge. She hated it.

“That’s it breathe on it.” Jeff was loving the feel of her mouth, He pulled the back of her head tightly into his crotch as he experienced this wonderful sensation. Amy could feel all the little cotton fibers on her tongue as well as the smell and feel of his cock,

“Give me a blowjob.” He said finally. “Shit. I forgot. Your hands are tied. Do it with your teeth.” He smiled devilishly. She still couldn’t believe this was happening. How did this 13 year old get the better of her? She tried in vain to pull his underwear down with her teeth but couldn’t quite get a hold. It was more like a sloppy kiss on the top of crotch which just ending up turning him on even more.

Billy could see the back of her head rubbing around his crotch. After a while Jeff couldn’t take it anymore and just pulled his underwear down. His cock sprung out finally and hit her in the face. She couldn’t hide her surprise at the size of it, much to Jeff’s pleasure. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth onto it, gagging her.

“That’s it. Just suck on that cock.” For the next few minutes, Billy sat and watched as his mother bobbed her head up and down the cock of the 13 year old boy who bullied him at school. Jeff thrust his hips and cock into her face as leaned back on the couch. “Ohhhh yeahhhh…” At once he slid his fingers into her hair and grabbed her head, pushing it down onto his cock.

“Suck that shit!” He said as he pushed her head even further down his cock, until she gagged. Her nose was pushed right up against his developing pubic hair, forcing her to take in his smells. He leaned back enjoying the sensations as she continually bobbed her head up and down in steady rhythm.

“The night’s just gonna get better from here…”

Right now, she was on her knees, hands tied in her own panties behind her back and was being blackmailed into pleasuring a 13 year old boy as he was coming. She bobbed her head up and down in steady rhythm along his 7 inch shaft perfectly under his control, as he gripped the side of her head and cupped her ears, pumping into her face enthusiastically.

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"Awwww, Tim. You would not believe how soft and warm this little slut's mouth is." Jeff said, now lifting his hips from the sofa to fuck her face harder.

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Tim moaned under his breath as he used the panties they instructed her to get for their pleasure and masturbated. "Fuck dude, hurry up with the slut..." All the while, Billy was watching this whole ordeal tied up to the corner of his room as he heard his mom slurp, gag and basically provide herself as an object against her will for the two 13 year olds who bullied him mercilessly at school.

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Jeff had always been a perverted teenager and his cock at this moment had never been so hard in his entire life. Here he was, in another's man's house, fucking his wife in the face against her will as their son watched, The stupid bastard wasn't even home right now, Jeff wondered if the sap knew that at this moment in time his wife was gagging on the cock of some punk kid who beat his son's ass daily.

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This thought got Jeff so hard his cock swelled even huger, gagging Amy's throat more and more by the second. He used this opportunity to move his left hand to her soft throat, and his right hand to the back of her head, gripping her sensual hair and securing her head even harder.

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Amy felt as she was being lowered all the way to the base of his cock, her nose was being pushed right into his developing pubes and being forced to take in his sweaty teenage smells. He held her their for what seemed like an eternity and lifted his hips up from the couch and just rocked against her face, slowly gagging her. He held her tightly by the head and swirled his hips around.

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"Ulk! Gughghulkh! Ummmmmmmgulk!!!" were all the sounds that Amy could make as Billy did his best to drown them out.

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"Holy shit." Tim said, still holding a pair of her soft, sweet smelling shiny maroon panties and massaging his cock with them, masturbating enough to keep aroused but not to come too quick. He still had his turn with Billy's mom coming. "This is so fuckin' hot, dude." as he sat back, reclined continuing to massage his cock. He glanced over at BIlly who had tears in his eyes and this turned him on even more.

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"You enjoying the show, Billy?" Tim said. "Check out the effort your mom's going through to suck Jeff's cock." Billy squealed as the truth hit him hard.

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"Ughhhhk! Ugghhmmmmmmmmmmm! Ughhhlk!" Amy continued, as she kneeled there in front of the sofa and this boy, her hands tied behind her back in her own lacy bra strap, her ass jiggling along with her shiny purple laced panties that Jeff allowed her to keep on... for now.

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Jeff was in pure ecstacy as his entire length was now in this woman's mouth. To think, this 13 year old teenager was getting more action from an older woman than most adults would get from a strip club.

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"All right, bitch." Jeff said, trying to keep his commanding tone up despite his young voice. "Stick your tongue out, I can feel it at the bottom of my dick in your mouth. Stick your tongue out and lick my balls."

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"ULK!! UGGGHHHLK! UGGHHHMMMMMMMM!!!"

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As Amy stuck her tongue out Jeff moaned in pleasure as she lapped over his balls. He pulled on her head and thrust his grip on her even deeper as sticking out her tongue forced his cock deeper down her throat and gagged her even more.

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Jeff helped position and ordered her to tongue his balls as best she could. Jeff had no master plan on how he was going to torture or degrade her, all he knew was he liked the feeling. He was still just a horny teenager getting what he wanted, so far all he was really doing was using her face and mouth as a fuckhole and going deeper and deeper. Soon he realized that with every effort she made to tongue his balls caused her throat muscles to tighten, massaging his cock. The sensation was unbelievable.

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Amy nostrils flared as her eyes widened and watered as she struggled for air. She knew Jeff was almost done though as his balls tightened and his cock grew stiffer, before she knew it he was shooting thick hot spurts of hot come all down her throat.

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"Awwwwwwwwwwwww shit, dude..." was all he could say as he gripped her head and blew his loads into her.

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She coughed and gagged onto his cock but he just enjoyed the sensations of warm air all over his cock and balls as he carried on shooting more loads into the mother of his bully victim, he'd never cum so hard or so much in his life. Soon he pulled out and shot more loads onto her face and smacked his cock against her lips.

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"Hey dude, wait a sec!" Tim said. "I still want head from her. Don't ruin her face yet."

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"Oh." Jeff said. "My bad." A smile came over his face as he rubbed his cock all over her face where he came. "I know how I can get rid of this." He collected all the cum deposits off her face with the head of his cock and his shaft, then looking at her smiling, he said "Clean the cum off my cock."

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"Hurry up dude." Tim said, now getting impatient. He stood up and made his way over behind her, and threw her maroon panties at her son, who was still tied up in the corner. They landed right in front of him.

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"Wait your turn, Tim." Jeff said seriously as Tim made his way over, his cock fully erect and twitching. Amy felt helpess, still on her knees in nothing but her panties as Jeff molested her tits as she was cleaning his cock.

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Just then, a key turned in the door, and to everyone's surprise, Amy's husband stood with a complete look of shock on his face.

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"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" He shouted more out of surprise than anger. Truth be told, his heart sank and he was actually terrified of these two intruders in his home, molesting his wife, even though they were teenagers. What surprised him even more was with how much gusto his wife was pleasuring the boy even though she was in such a submissive position. Everyone was shocked, and Jeff knew he had to act fast. He was glad he came, Tim was frustrated he hadn't blown his load yet.

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With Jeff's clear head, Tim followed his lead toward her husband and restrained him. "No!" Amy cried. "Leave George alone!" Tim and Jeff both laughed. "If you guys leave... we won't call the cops! I promise!" George said, his voice breaking. It was exactly what Jeff wanted to hear. This guy was too much a pussy to do anything. Billy lost all hope there might have been for his Dad to save the day.

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"Tim..." Jeff began, "I've finished with her, for now. You can get your dibs while I tie this fucker up." Tim devilshily smiled and as he walked over to Amy. She was still tied up in her own bra and panties, as Tim stood over her with his cock throbbing.

"You don't have to do this!" George said, as the teen forced him to his knees. Jeff began to unwrap some tape and restrained him in the same manner he did his son.

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"Just look at what a huge pussy your husband is," Tim began, slowly thrusting in and out of Amy's mouth. "Just letting two kids bang his wife... what a loser." He made her look him square in the eyes as he mocked her. "Suck it properly, I ain't George over there." The boys both laughed, but to Amy's and everyone surprise, she did find her self sucking harder. Jeff was a little jealous that he had to give a face-fucking rather than get a blowjob, but what he had planned for her would more than make up for it.

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“Awwwwwwwwww, man...!” George could do nothing but helplessly watch as this boy face fucked his wife. Worse still, he could see she was going along with it and still sucking him, she even gagged less now. Tim then slowed to enjoy it, then stopped altogether and shoved his cock deep down into her, his hands still clutched around her head, with her nose and face pushed up against his stomach. He loved the sensation of air he felt as she struggled to breathe through her nose.

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Finally, giving a last few thrusts and grabbing her huge tits, he blew his load in her.

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“Dude, we are definitely spending the night here.”

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Those words hit George like a hammer and he felt that same dull, aching fear in his stomach he got whenever anyone talked shit to him. He couldn’t believe these two teenagers could make him feel this fear. Jeff, seeing this decided to get more kicks. Seeing Amy slumped on the floor, naked saved for his silky panties and with her arms tied behind her back made Jeff hard again.

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“Hey, Billy’s mom. Get here and suck me some more.”

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Jeff was standing no more than a few inches from her husband who was tied up. Amy was almost mad at George for not being able to protect her or his son, and in a small way... almost wanted to suck his cock to spite him. Before she knew it, there she was sucking his teenage cock right in front of George. He closed his eyes, but then Jeff ordered her to suck so hard she made slurping sounds. Degrading as it was, she had no choice but to comply.

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“Fuck dude, even though this bitch has got a hot mouth...” Jeff said, letting her mouth slide up and down his cock while playing with her tits. “I wanna fuck her now... I think I’m ready...”

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Tim was sat on George’s couch drinking his beer and watching his wife get molested by Jeff. He was enjoying the show with her used panties and bra in his hand, enjoying her womanly smells. He’d only just shot his load and he’d be held over until Jeff has his turn.

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“It’s not too late for you guys to stop this... Please... stop.”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m gonna bang your wife so hard she screams.” Jeff stood her up and played her ass and tits. “I still can’t believe hot how she is...” he said, grabbing and stroking her soft, curvy body and especially plump round ass. Through her panties it feeled amazing.

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“Holy shit! She’s even a little wet!” Jeff said, putting his hand down her panties, she tried to close her legs but with both hands tied and little balance all she could do was try and bend out of the way. Jeff put his finger near George’s face so he could smell for himself.

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“Hehe... you don’t even get to watch... upstairs to the bedroom, bitch.” George watched in silent fear as his wife walked slowly up the stairs closely followed by the bully of his son. Tim walked over and taped George’s mouth shut.

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“Can’t have you ruining our fun with your yelling.” He said, plopping back onto the couch and taking another swig of beer.

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Upstairs Jeff threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. After sucking her tits and groping her for a while he pretty much just followed what he had seen in porn, as well as with his own perverted compulsions. He rubbed his dick and balls all over her tits and face. He dry humped against her ass just because he liked the sensation, and every time she resisted he would remind her that this was to end the bullying of her son.

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“Heh... like that pussy tied up downstairs right now even deserves you...” He said, fucking her face as she lay on the bed. His thrusts were so deep the bed would hit the wall, which no doubt George could hear downstairs. The worst part was she found herself agreeing with what Jeff was saying.

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Finally, Jeff turned her around and entered her from behind. As he slid his cock into her hot, wet pussy he was surprised.

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“Holy shit you’re tight... your husband must have a pretty tiny dick, huh?”

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She couldn’t help but moan as he pinned her down and Jeff’s mouth hung open in pleasure. As he thrusted in and out of her, her soft ass was cushioning his thighs and groin, fucking he was incredible. He picked up the pace to the point they were making smacking noises. This big cock ravaging her like that made her moan so loud George and Tim could hear it downstairs.

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“Looks like they’re having, fun...” Tim said mockingly. “I think I might just go in and join in...”

To be continued...

Jake came in the bar at about 9 and headed strait for me, now id always fancied Jake but he was Tony’s best friend so he was off limits, im a bitch but not that much of a bitch.

“How’s things Hun” he said as he walked up to me.

“Fine thanks have you spoke to Tony”

“No why”

“I called time with him, he’s just too possessive for my liking I couldn’t fucking breath with out been accused of looking at some guy or another, he drove me fucking crazy”

He laughed “I wondered how long it would take you, is it my turn now” he said with a twinkle in his eye and I must say a very impressive bulge in his pants. My pussy was screaming yes my head was saying no.

“You’re his best mate so no, it’s not your turn next but you can get me a drink and ill kick your ass at pool” I said with a laugh

“so what your saying is that if I wasn’t his best mate you would let me fuck you, mmmm one drink coming up, the night is young” he said, winked at me and headed for the bar.

I set the balls up on the table my pussy was trying to rule my head and my eyes kept wondering over to Jake.

We played pool and chatted most of the night the drinks were going down nicely and I was well on my way. The flirting hadn’t stopped all night and my pussy was dripping wet with all the sex talk and dirty remarks. A few of the lads had come in and were having there say too. As the drinks flowed my worries of him been Tony’s best mate slipped away as my pussy started to rule my head. Last orders came and went and before I new it I was in a cab on my way back to jakes place. My pussy now completely in control. My phone rang it was a withheld number?

“Hello”

“You slag I no who you are with”

“Tony go away I don’t want to hear your shit” I hung up the phone

“It was Tony he says he knows who im with who the fuck as he been talking to”

“come on Taya we have been in the pub all night he will have been ringing around asking people what you were up to you know what he is like, he text me earlier asking if I had seen you”

“God he’s such a wanker who does he think he is”

“Don’t let him get to you come here I have something that will make you feel better”

he pulled me too him and kiss me hard on the mouth my pussy was throbbing as his hand worked its way up my leg, my tits were free and his mouth found its way to my hard nipples, I spread my legs and arched my back to give him better access, fuck he felt good. The fact that the taxi driver was too busy watching us to drive safely didn’t bother me at all I needed a good fuck and that’s all that mattered. He sucked and chewed my nipples as two of his fingers found there way into my wet throbbing cunt as his thumb rubbed my clit. He rubbed harder and finger fucked me hard I freed his cock and was impressed by the 9inch and good girth I found, it was rock solid and needed some attention. I pushed him back and tuck his cock in my mouth sucking him deep, he reached over and played with my ass as I sucked his cock, I love my ass been played with and moaned as I sucked his cock I ran my tongue on the underside of his cock and I ran my teeth over his bell end, he was leaking lots of pre cum that I lapped up greedily, his finger had found its way inside my ass and I was rubbing my clit I was sucking him like a mad woman, Jake was moaning loudly and had starting fucking my face. After ten minutes of this he was ready to shoot his load my own orgasm was building and I was moaning loudly I started to finger fuck my cunt which tipped me over the edge he fucked my ass faster and I came hard on my own fingers, I deep throated him and tuck his cock right to the base as I came, he couldn’t take no more and shot his load right down my throat, there was so much but I didn’t waste a drop. I sat up with a large grin on my face I then realised we were out side jakes flat.

“How long have we been here”

“About 10 minutes  but I didn’t want to disturb you, you looked like you were having fun” said the taxi driver

“What do we owe you I asked” laughing at him

“Nothing the show was enough, fancy anymore company” he said with a wink

“No thanks mate she’s all mine tonight” said Jake

we headed into the house, as soon as the door was shut he had me pinned against the wall, my skirt around my waist he knelt in front of me, I lifted my leg and rested it on his shoulder he started to lap at my pussy, sucking on my pussy lips and flicking his tongue over my already sensitive clit, I moaned and freed my tits I began to play with my nipples tweaking and pulling them hard. He pushed two fingers inside my cunt, hard! It tuck my breath away he had found my G spot, he looked up at me “you’re a dirty slut Taya and your in for a fucking good night I have a surprise for you” I looked down at him ready to reply but he had clamped his mouth around my clit again and all I managed was a loud moan. I grabbed his hair and ground my cunt in his face I was ready to cum again he brought me right to the edge then pulled away. He stood up and kissed me hard on the mouth I could taste my own cunt juices on his lips and tongue. “its time for your surprise Taya are you ready” I looked at him a little confused but my pussy was shouting for more so I just went with it “what surprise Jake” he went into the room and came back with a blind fold, he could see the worry in my eyes “come on Taya its just a bit of fun when ever you say stop I will” he said to me as he pulled me close and started to kiss and nibble my neck, there was nothing I could do except go along with it he had me in his spell all I wanted now was his cock inside me. He but the blind fold on and turned me around, grabbing my arms around my back and pushed me forwards, the blindfold was tight around my eyes and I could see nothing, not been able to see was a little disorientating but very arousing. I herd a door open in front of me “there are steps in front of you Taya” I slowly walked down the steps, I smelled damp it must have been the cellar. What were we doing in the cellar? I felt a little scared and Jake must of sensed it “don’t worry just say stop at any time it will be fun I promise you” he said as he reached around and pulled my nipples in turn, I did trust him and the attention to my nipples made my cunt throb and the need for cock was burning inside me. We reached the bottom of the steps and we walked forward he grabbed my arm and lifted it up I felt something cold around my wrist. A handcuff? I herd the lock click into place instead of fear I just felt even more excited my cunt juice was running down my legs. He did the same to my other wrist. I felt him remove my skirt I never wear underwear so I was naked except my boots and top which my tits were freed from. I couldn’t believe what I was doing I was in a cellar with a man I didn’t really know that well and he had me more or less naked handcuffed and blind folded, was I mad? I herd Jake shuffling around like draws were been opened but I couldn’t be sure.

“What do you want slut? Tell me!”

His voice was hard, he was in control and he new it

“I asked you a question slut now answer me” as he said it he whipped my ass it hurt but the pain just added to the excitement it took my breath away “I want your cock” I shouted, he whipped me again “where slut?” “In my cunt I want your cock in my cunt”

“You are a dirty slut, aren’t you slut”

“Yes”

He whipped me again harder than the first two times, it hurt, and I was a little scared

“Yes master don’t you mean you disobedient slut”

“Yes master”

He walked behind me and slid a finger roughly up my ass “what about here, do you want cock here too slut?”

“O god yes….master” I had never thought I would get off on pain but I was in heaven and I wanted more. “I want to be fucked hard in both holes” he whipped me again twice “don’t speak slut unless you are spoken to understand”

“Yes master”

“That’s better slut, now I said I had a surprise for you and you still haven’t had it would you like to know what it is slut”

I was confused now I thought this was the surprise, what could it be my pussy was aching for attention and my nipples where that hard from the cold of the cellar and my highly aroused state that they where tingerling. “Yes I want my surprise master” I gasped. Jake was still fingering my ass and had started to spank my ass cheeks, I suddenly felt another presence in the room and then I felt cold fingers putting something on my nipples, then something fastening tight around it, who the fuck was it my mind was racing as my other nipple was fastened in the same way. My nipples began to sting as the blood supply was stopped from what I guessed where nipple ties.

“Thought you could get rid of me slut, ha well you thought wrong you will never get rid of me you are mine and jakes slave and you will do as we tell you, understand slut”

I was stunned I knew that voice anywhere it was Tony!!! Jake was laughing too. The bastards must have set this up between them and I had fallen for it completely. Tony sucked my nipples which hurt but to my amazement my body was reacting to it even if my mind wasn’t, he started to rub my clit and I was lost to them I was there’s for the taking and there wasn’t a dame thing I could do about it. With Jake finger fucking my ass and spanking my ass cheeks, Tony sucking my nipples and rubbing my clit and the sheer excitement and shock of it all I was close to cumming, it was building slowly and I knew it was going to be one of the biggest most intense orgasms of my life. I was moaning and bucking on there fingers like a mad woman I needed to cum.

“Look at the dirty fucking cum slut Tony she is gagging for it. You want to cum on our fingers slut, well do you come on speak to us baby”

“I don’t think we should let her cum yet Jake mate, the disobedient slut didn’t answer my fucking question” I was so close to cumming they couldn’t stop now “please don’t stop please im begging you let me come…..masters”

They both laughed then stopped bringing me off “you fucking bastards I yelled”

I had my ass spanked by Jake and my face slapped by Tony at the same time “now you have made me mad Taya you will pay for that slut, said Tony he yanked the nipple ties off my nipples I cried out in pain. “Get the slut down and put her on the bench Jake mate”

I was freed from the cuffs and moved over and laid on what I though was some kind of horse bench both my ankles and arms where tied to the legs of it. Why I didn’t try and struggle and run free when they uncuffed me I don’t know…well I do know I wanted fucking and I wanted fucking bad I was enjoying this and I wanted more. All was silent for what seemed to be ages but must have been just a few minutes then I felt something cold against my cunt hole, they pushed it inside and laughed while they did it, I haven’t a clue what it was but it was fucking huge and was stretching me to the max “o Jesus, fucking hell what the fuck is it” it was pulled out of me hard and I was spanked several times “what have you been told you fucking dirty filthy cum slut you talk when you are spoken to, you are really fucking pissing me off ill fucking show you slut” said Jake I herd what sounded like trousers been opened and pulled down then I felt a cock at the entrance to my ass and forced into me with such force it brought tiers to my eyes, he started pounded my ass so fast and hard I came strait away with a force I had never had before felt I could feel my cum running down my legs. “Well if you can have some so can I laughed Tony. Look at the dirty bitch she is loving every fucking second of this” I then felt my head pulled up by my hair and toys cock at my lips, I opened up and start to suck his cock greedily, he was fucking my face and pushing his cock right to the back of my throat, he was choking me and I was loving every minute of it, I was cumming again, I just couldn’t stop. They were fucking me like I was a piece of meat and I guessed that’s I all was to them, I was theirs for there pleasure to do as they pleased with and the most scary thing of all was I wanted to be their piece of meat I had felt something tonight I had never felt before and I wanted it to carry on I new in my heart that this wouldn’t be the only time this happened I was theirs now to do as they pleased as and when it suited them.

They carried on fucking me like this for a good half hour and I was amazed at there staying power they where both pounding away had my holes hard and fast. I had lost count at the amount of likes I had cum, I was in a world of my own, a world of complete ecstasy. I felt both their cocks start to twitch at the same time they where both about to cum “ you want filling slut you want us to fill your slut holes with cum” said Tony “ well here it fucking comes you cum slut” cried Jake as they both started to pound my holes faster and harder, I felt hot spurts of cum fill my ass and the back of my throat at the same time I was cumming too so hard I think I past out for a few seconds, I came around a little and felt them both pull out of me, I groaned and coughed and just lay there spent, “come on Jake mate lets go and have a beer, im fucking starving too, this slut can wait till we have our energy back again” said Tony then they both walked back us stairs laughing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So here they were, sitting in the uncomfortable silence of Room 309, the detention room, just staring blankly at the wall, the desk, and anything else in sight.

Al couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to say something so he talked about the first thing that came to mind.

“This detention really fucking sucks, man,” he said.

Lori quickly joined in. She said, “Yeah, I hate my fucking teacher. He’s so perverted. He kept looking up my skirt.”

Al’s eyes lit up. Now she was talking about something he found interesting. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said Lori with a big smile. “It started turning me on.”

He looked her up and down as he spoke his last phrase. Lori was pretty, but nothing spectacular. She had long brown hair that was tied in a ponytail. Her figure was slim with small breasts and slender thighs.

He realized that that was the only reason he hadn’t tried to fuck her in the past. Al loved freaky women and he usually spit game at every freak that came within earshot, but Lori was small-breasted. Sexy, yes, but small up top. Al was a tit man.

He also realized what a mistake it was not to hit on her. She looked like a damn good fuck. She also looked like she was still horny from the teacher’s naughty gaze.

“How nice,” said Al. “So what kind of panties you got under there?”

Lori was wearing a skirt. She uncrossed her leg and looked at him, said, “You wanna see?”

And without a moment’s hesitation, she started lifting the skirt, revealing more of her slender, white thighs until the material of her red panties became visible. She turned one of her legs outward, and the other followed so she could face him, but for one quick second, she was sitting with her legs wide apart with her skirt hiked all the way up.

Al felt his cock sliding down his leg. He wanted to fuck in the worst way.

“Man, those are some really nice panties,” he said.

“Thank you,” said Lori. She opened her legs a little further and started sliding her fingers along the thin, see-thru material.

Al stared a little harder as if he was trying to memorize every detail. He could see what looked like a patch of hair just above her clit, but what really turned him on was the way her panties were squeezed between her pussy lips.

It looked really sexy. He had to touch.

There desks were close together so her pussy was just an arm’s reach away. She also pushed her pelvis towards him when she saw him reaching for her.

He slid his thumb in the split. Even though it was covered by the panties, his thumb slipped right in. He started finger fucking her. She started humping his thumb in slow circles as the smile faded off her face and passion took its place.

“Oh, you like that, huh?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“It’s turning you on?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” Lori replied.

He pulled the panties up and over to his right. Lori had a big clit. It was sticking out like sore thumb, which explained why she was reacting so intensely to his fondling. She could barely stay vertical in her seat.

“Ohh,” she said. “My panties are wet.”

“I like wet panties,” said Al.

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he said.

He kept sliding his thumb up and down her split. As her pussy got wetter, he would slide his finger into the split and sometimes in her hole. Then he’d pull it out and use the pussy juice as lube to masturbate her clit.

He loved that big, wet clit. He liked watching the way her juicy pussy yielded and moved with his hand, but he always returned to the clit. He knew he was driving her crazy. She looked like she would jump his dick on the spot if he pulled it out.

It felt so good she didn’t care anymore. She had lifted her shirt and pulled her tits out.

She noticed Al was on his knees when she opened her eyes. She didn’t remember him getting up, but either way, as good as his hand was, she wanted him to put his mouth on her.

All of a sudden, his head dropped and Lori felt his tongue sliding up her up clit as his wet lips closed around it. Then she felt a powerful suction as a wave of tingles rushed through her body.

Al was an excellent pussy eater. He never rushed anything. Instead, he pleasured her with just enough contact and teased by biting her panties and licking around her sensitive areas, making her eager for more.

“Suck it,” she whispered. “Oh, yeah…like that.”

Between his tongue and fingers, he had her creaming pussy juice all over her panties.

It went on for a good ten minutes. They were so bold and caught up in what they were doing that neither of them once thought to take a look at the door. Anyone could have walked in but they didn’t care.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she was moaning. It was getting louder by the second.

Finally, Al stopped and said, “I want those wet panties. I want to taste them.”

She stood up and took them off. Al was a nasty man. He started licking her juices from them.

Lori sat back down and watched as she fondled herself. Al quickly wrapped the panties around his thumbs and resumed stroking her clit through them.

“Oh!!” she screamed.

She could feel the tingles getting stronger. Her legs were cocked wide open and she was squeezing her nipples and tits hard.

“Ohh, Oh…”

An intense orgasm ripped through her. Her whole body was jumping with excitement.

For the first time she remembered they were in school so she tried her hardest to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs like she wanted to. It felt so good.

Her orgasm died down eventually and Al took her panties from her pussy, said, “These panties are sopping wet.”

“Wanna taste them?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, then he licked them. “Wanna try them?” he asked.

“Yeah,” replied Lori. She was so infatuated with Al at that point that she would’ve said yes to anything he asked.

He handed them to her and she started licking her own juices from the panties. She was already familiar with the taste because plenty of men had fucked her and then stuck their dicks back in her mouth.

“They taste good, don’t they?” asked Al.

“Uh-huh.”

They passed them back and forth taking turns licking her juices off. Then Al took one last sniff and got up.

“Fuck this shit. Let’s ditch,” said Al.

Lori said, “Sounds good to me.”

She hung her panties on the chalk board and they walked away arm-in-arm.

THE END.

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April 15, 1769

We spent the day searching along the shores of the island for a good location to build. Our priorities are that it is accessible from the sea, that it is defendable and that there is building materials nearby. The captain assigned me the double duty of escorting Mr. Banks, the botanist. During the voyage, I tried to avoid the crude and drunken Mr. Banks and this day proved to be even more of an inconvenience. Although it was good to see the botanist excited with something to do, he slowed our progress considerably. He was a different man with his feet on the ground but no less annoying. He did point out why most of the trees would be unacceptable for our needs. Along our way, the native children followed and mimicked and giggled. The real distraction was the young women who flirted just beyond our reach but not beyond our attention. I had to keep the crew in a close group around the itinerant botanist. Many of the crew made feeble efforts to escape our company for that of the native girls. The day was fruitless and the effort was futile. We set up camp for the night and I established a guard, not to keep the natives away but to keep the crew from wandering.

April 16, 1769

Late in the day, we came across a reasonable location. It was the windward side of the island and more weather beaten than we had seen in this lush tropical forest but the wood was stronger and the point of land had our backs to the sea. It was also a day’s walk from the native village and that had become a concern. The natives had abandoned us so far away from their home. We began to set up a temporary camp where the fort would be built around us. There was no port but a ship could get fairly close to shore on one side of the reef. I decided to notify the captain that I had found a suitable location but I knew that I had not explored the whole island yet. Tomorrow, we will walk back to the village and the ship.

April 19, 1769

The captain took faith in my judgement with very few questions. I am disappointed that the ship will remain anchored off the village while we begin construction. The captain plans to depart and explore the nearby islands as soon as possible, leaving myself and a small contingent behind. Although he hasn’t said anything specifically, I suspect the captain shares my concern about fraternizing with the native girls. The captain may not have a proud lineage but he has proven to be an excellent officer and proper English gentleman. He would not likely be completely unaware of the crew’s behaviour but he might place too much faith in them. The crewmen simply take advantage of the situation and cannot be faulted. They have neither the breeding nor the discipline to resist their base urges. As an officer, it will be my responsibility to maintain control of the crew and demonstrate by my own example.

April 20, 1769

A feast from our hosts brought the opportunity to express our plans. The captain conveyed our intentions by drawing in the sand with a stick and making exaggerated gestures. He said that we would need a home if we were to be their allies. Earlier, he had given the crew orders that we were give every impression that we were there to stay, as neighbours. The captain also conveyed that we would like to train a translator among their people by teaching them our language. Then, the captain informed me that I would be obliged to teach their chosen translator. I respectfully offered that Mr. Banks is the scholar and would be a better choice. The captain insisted that Mr. Banks is not a naval officer and that he will be occupied. I accepted my additional duties with no further argument. He also suggested that I make an effort to learn their language while I teach ours. My duties were beginning to weigh upon me. The feast lasted for hours and throughout, their idea of entertainment continued. At first, the dancers were more formal and dressed elaborately and colourfully but it deteriorated into a frenzy of pounding drums and naked breasts. I was appalled at the debauchery of it all. Nearly naked girls gyrating and flirting to the pounding drums. In some sort of fertility ritual, a man and woman feigned having sex on the ground. The crewmen were straining against their lecherous natures and joined the dance. It was humorous to watch them mimic the native dance but I maintained my attention to guard their discretion. There was one particular girl that caught my attention. She would be considered beautiful on any continent. Smooth skin, full firm bosoms and taut abdominal muscles and the way she moved her hips, it was hypnotic with no pun intended. It was her face that captured me. Luminescent green eyes framed by raven-black hair and lips that seemed to be permanently puckered. What little clothing she wore left just enough to the imagination. Apparently, my own eyes caught hers and she invited me to dance. Naturally, I refused. I looked over to see the angry expressions of both the captain and the chief. I began to understand that the chief was offended that I didn’t accept their heathen generosity.

April 22 1769

I led a crew of a dozen and a botanist back to the village. We would be taking the boats to the location of the fort but we first needed to acquire our new student of English. Frankly, I was disappointed that the captain didn’t relocate the ship, at least temporarily. My task becomes more formidable every day but I will perform my duty proudly. I met the native chief, who seemed to be still holding a grudge about the declined hospitality, and he gestured toward his choice for translator. It took all my decorum to not object. He had chosen the same girl that had asked me to dance. I wasn’t expecting a girl, especially not her. Of course, the crew were happy to see her joining us. While rowing to the location, my mind raced with thoughts about how much time I must spend with her and how to keep the crew from teaching her more than proper English. My head ached but I kept my eyes on the horizon and the crew. Only the occasional sideways glance kept me aware that the girl had her eyes on me. I could almost feel her staring at the back of my head, desperately seeking my approval. She would not get it. I had no ill will toward her personally but my position requires that I remain aloof. It is not her fault that she was chosen or even that she is so beautiful but my duties can only be compromised. That night brought a storm and the men and I huddled under the overturned boats on the shore. Although the girl wanted to join us, I pointed her toward the trees and had some of the crew assemble a rough shod shelter out of driftwood and branches. She shivered in the rain and cold all night. I know because I didn‘t sleep either.

April 23, 1769

It was either the reddest sunrise I had ever seen or I was just looking through bloodshot eyes. The clouds sailed away and I ordered the men to build temporary shelters until a barracks can be started. The axes slammed into the trees all day while other crew members strapped wood and canvas together. Everyone worked hard, taking turns hauling and chopping. Nobody wanted to spend another night like that. I led by example and even Mr. Banks postponed his wandering to help as much as he was possible. Not exactly suitable chores for a gentleman and definitely not in his experience but he made an admirable effort. Surprisingly, or perhaps not, the girl was quite a talented thatcher. Work was still not enough distraction for most of the crew and they leered at her . Even my own self-discipline was tested by her considerable charms and I felt obliged to hide them. I offered her an old shirt and a pair of baggy ragged pants that I brought along for work like today’s. She accepted them gratefully and was marvelled at the gift of civilization. Fortunately, they fit her like a tent but I wish she had waited to change into them until I had turned my back. By nightfall, we had one large and one small shelter. They were ugly patchworks of rubble and canvas but they will serve.

April 25, 1769

Mr. Banks and myself had shared the small shelter. It was a tortuous night. I find it hard to fathom how such a well-bred man can be so common. He was almost drooling as he talked about the native girls and took no notice of my disapproval. I was tempted to confront him as he described our female companion in detail but at least one of us must remain a gentleman. Even in sleep, he could not remain quiet. I found myself with plenty of time to think about who are the real barbarians and questioning if the English are truly the superior race. Meanwhile, the girl was sleeping just a few feet away under the boat and only a scrap of canvas separated us. What kind of language could she be learning from our good botanist? Daylight brought a return to some semblance of normalcy and sanity. I ordered half of the crew to begin assembling materials to build barracks and the other half to forage for food. I asked Mr. Banks to lead and advise the latter. I ordered the latter to keep an eye on him and to go in the opposite direction of the village. Turned out that half the village came to us. They were curious about our project and were amused at our ramshackle huts. I had learned from the captain and made exaggerated gestures trying to describe the plans and European architecture. I received plenty of puzzled expressions. It seemed like an opportune time to begin English lessons and I had an eager class of children along with the girl. I just picked out objects and had them repeat the words. Then, I taught them my name and learned some of theirs. Her name is Hinano. May 1, 1769 The captain sent the first officer, Mr. Scuggins, to check my progress. I’m a little disappointed that the captain didn’t come himself. He brought along more provisions but they were hardly necessary. The natives were very generous with gifts of food when they visited and fish seemed to jump into our nets. Still, it was good to have civilized company and I was proud of our development. One of the first things I had taught Hinano, was to curtsey and introduce herself politely. I became a bit perturbed at Mr. Scuggins’ innuendos about Hinano and myself. I felt like the last bastion of civilization. Obviously, Mr Scuggins had not been leading by example. However, even I had to surrender to overwhelming forces. We were surrounded by native girls and I could not be vigilant with the crew all the time. I just kept Hinano safe from the crew’s lascivious whims. That wasn’t easy. Hinano is a friendly and curious girl but I occupied her time and her mind with my lessons. She is a quick learner. She had managed to build her own shelter. It looked like a tent made out of dried grass but still disgraced our huts. It was also elevated of the ground like the other huts of her village. I wish I had thought of that for the barracks because we were constantly brushing out crabs and insects out of beds. Many of the crew had abandoned their hut for hassocks further inshore. May 3, 1769 It has become apparent that the crew has not only been familiar with the some of native girls but they had specific girlfriends among them. I worry that the native men, the fathers and brothers of these girls will become offended but I almost wish they would. They think they are hiding it from me but I am no fool. What was so amazing was that these men are far from the pride of the nation and, yet, these beautiful young girls found them irresistible. I considered ordering the men back to sleeping in their huts but that would be like putting the cork back on the bottle after the genie had escaped. Let them be judged by God. May 6, 1769 I have been summoned back to the ship for undisclosed purpose. I decided to return Hinano to her village rather than leave her there alone. She expressed that she will be glad to see her family again. I was surprised to learn that her father is the chief. My little princess. I am so relieved that the relationship has remained platonic. It could have been catastrophic if the chief had been insulted. The captain received me in his quarters as dinner was being served. Mr Scuggins joined us minutes later wearing a smug smile. The captain seemed upset but not in an angry way. He informed me that he will be taking the ship to explore the nearby islands within the week and mentioned that the chief tried to warn him that the natives of other islands were unfriendly and attacked his island frequently. At least that was what the captain understood him to gesture. These other natives would take anything of value, including some of the women. Of course, the natives of this island would retaliate. “One heathen is no better than another. At least civilized people fight for ideals”, I mentioned. “That leads me to the other thing I wanted to talk about”, the captain added, “These people have been very gracious and it would be rude not to accept their …. gifts”. Mr Scuggins coughed and I looked up to see him biting his lip to hold back a smirk. I told the captain that I understood. He was relieved to put an end to that particular topic and asked me about the progress of the fort. I informed him that the we were having difficulty finding proper building materials but that it will be ready by the time we leave. We concluded dinner with a cup of vinegar, as always. The captain insisted that drinking vinegar would prevent scurvy but it made me nauseous and it spoiled a good meal. I spent the night aboard the ship to return to the island in the morning. Despite the gentle rocking of the waves and the comfortable bed, I found it hard to get to sleep. May 8, 1769 A new day brings a new perspective. I gathered the crew and explained to them what the captain explained to me. It got a little awkward. Mr. Monkhouse asked if it was an order to fornicate with the natives. “I cannot ask you to jeopardize your morals or your commitment to Christian values but you will not be judged by me”, were my exact words and the words I have always lived by. My absence had been a detriment. Virtually no progress had been achieved on the barracks. I notifed the crew that every moment of daylight will be utilized and they will be expected to double their productivity. I was no exception and I doubled my effort to teach Hinano our language. I felt renewed and resolved. Also, I reinstitued the captain’s tradition of forcing the crew to drink vinegar. If the crew will not restrain themselves, maybe I could encourage the natives to. However, for some of the crew, it could only improve their breath. May 13, 1769 What better to teach English than the Holy Bible. I found myself going through it again for strength and was inspired to share it with Hinano. Today, I read the story of Moses to her, with elucidation along the way. She understood God’s vengeance but not the sin that instigated it. We have much more work to do. Perhaps she will even teach her village of the one true God. There must be some sort of heavenly reward for that. Still, I have never been so tested by temptation. The smell of her hair as she turns her head raises animal urges from deep inside. The soft warmth of her cheek just inches away from my trembling hand. My dreams betray me and, in the morning, I pray for strength. May 15, 1769 I found myself questioning God’s will or, at least, his intentions. If this is a test , then why does he test me? Of course, it’s presumptuous and it’s probably a sin to question God. I wish I had paid more attention in church. So, I began to question my own morals. The difference between right and wrong or sin and virtue has a lot to do with circumstance. “Thou shalt not kill” except in defence of one’s country or quite a few other good reasons. This is not particularly profound but just something I always took for granted. I tried to think in those terms instead of the absolutes but then I wondered if I was merely attempting to justify my own desires. My head throbs and I still have no answers. May 17, 1769 May God forgive me for losing my will and my temper today. I found Hinano flirting with Mr. Banks and bruised her arm forcibly. I expected so much more of her and let her know of it in raised voice. “You no lick me”, She yelled back at me. It took a moment but I answered softly, “Of course I LIKE you” , as I held her hands. “You no want me”, she responded with a tear falling down her cheek. “Of course I want you”, I whispered before my lips touched hers. I felt like I was flying. I felt like I was falling into a bottomless pit. I left her leaning against a tree when I regained my intellect. May 18, 1769 I spent all night with a candle searching for the passage in the Holy Book that forbade my love and condemned my lust. I could not find it. Where had I been taught this? It may be the original sin but, without it, it would also have been the last. Perhaps I had found the paradise where Adam and Eve had been banished. All that is left is to take a bite of the apple. May 21, 1769 Three days ago, I gave my overworked crew a well deserved leave. They looked puzzled at first but soon threw their tools into the air in their jubilation. Unfortunately Mr. Monkhouse received minor injuries from a falling axe. Most of them began running in the direction of the village. I turned my attention to Hinano. I watched her sombre face slowly brighten until her cheeks dimpled with a smile. It had been a long time since I had seen that smile but this time it was just for me. It seems sudden now but the next thing I realized was that I was kissing her. We were embraced so passionately that the world around us seemed to disappear. Even the sand we stood upon ceased to exist. It was a little disconcerting and the world came back. I looked around to see who had witnessed this crime of decorum but there was nobody else around. Even Mr. Monkhouse had managed to limp away. We were alone and I was not going to waste another minute. My manhood could no longer be denied. I looked down at the rags I had given her and they looked better than when I had given them but they no longer suited her. I pulled the at the collars and the buttons tore away. She whimpered and I yanked my eyes from those round youthful breasts that begged to be touched. She was shocked that I had destroyed her gift so I took off my shirt and handed it to her. I pulled the rag off her shoulders and wished that I were not so much taller than her so that I could be closer to those breasts. However, my hands were at just the right height. They squeezed against the firmness and caressed the softness. Everything about a woman is a duality and a complexity. They give so much and need so much. Men are simple, by comparison and all I needed was her. She led me by the hand to her tent of grass and let go to slip inside. I stood there, mindlessly as I watched her slide the pants down her legs. It seemed so erotic that my old pants had been so close to her naked hips. Now it was my turn. I slid in beside her and removed my pants, trying to keep my modesty. As I kissed her again, it felt so good to be unconfined as I brushed along her thighs. I lifted myself over her and looked into her hungry eyes. She spread her legs to accept me and I felt the slippery wetness at the tip of my manhood that ached to be inside her. I pushed slowly into her and her head pushed back as her mouth opened. Her hips pushed up to take me. When I was in all the way, it occurred to me what a proud fool I had been. Her body just writhed gently below me but she moaned more wantonly than any whore I had known. She seemed so tiny below me and I wanted to be gentle but as my passion rose, so did my force. Both she and the timbers of the hut shook. It didn’t take long after such a prolonged absence but I erupted like a volcano and convulsed repeatedly. It felt as though I had drained my soul and the weight of the world had been lifted off my back. There was no going back nor did I want to but there was something that had been lost. Certainly it was not my purity. That had been sacrificed long ago. Perhaps it was my dignity. Without that burden, I was free. Between the more intimate times, we splashed in the water and played like children. In fact, I can not remember when I had so much fun, even as a child. We made love frequently and spontaneously, inside and out. Each time, Hinano became a bit more ambitious. I would get hard with only a touch or a twinkle in her eye and often before that. I enjoyed when she was on top so that I could see her. She would grind her hips on my full length while her breasts wouldn‘t move. It was as though she expanded and contracted on me. It was like she danced on me. I was surprised that oral sex was a part of the native vocabulary since I considered it a talent limited to whores. I had heard the crew teasing one of the men about his “French tongue” and I even made a brief attempt but felt embarrassed. I could have lived like that for the rest of my life but I have responsibilities. After two days and nights, it was time to retrieve the crew. I, also, wanted to show the chief my gratitude and allow Hinano to visit her family. Oddly, I had learned more of the native language in the last couple days than I had all month although I doubt that I could share any of it with the chief. We arrived in the village in mid-afternoon. I was wearing my best uniform and it felt uncomfortable in the heat. I had only been out of uniform for two days out of the last six months and now it weighed heavily on me. The village was busy preparing for another feast tonight. It seemed they were expecting us. The chief, for the first time, was happy to see me. Hinano left on her own activities and I searched for the crew. Most of the ones I found were caught in compromising positions. I did not scorn them. I just asked where the others could be found and asked for assistance to gather them for the feast. I sat beside the chief and enjoyed the spectacle as it grew into a frenzy. The natives had some sort of putrid alcoholic drink they made out of fermented fruit. I was pleased Mr. Banks had brought some of his Scotch. I knew he had some because I had smelled it on his breath at night but I never saw him drink since he had been on the island. I wondered how much he had us lug through to the camp. Again, the drums pounded furiously but now, they shook my heart. My pulse raced with the beat and my forehead beaded with sweat. I watched the erotic gyrations of the dancers and realized that I had become excited. I glared at Hinano as she danced just for me and I laughed along with the chief as the crew joined in. Hinano held her hand out to me as an invitation and I kissed it but declined again. I could not compromise my authority in front of the crew. The chief nodded in a way that was neither approval nor disapproval but, maybe, understanding. He, too, is laden with leadership. I tugged Hinano toward me and had her translate my gratitude for the feast and for their hospitality since we arrived. Of course, I had to phrase it more simply for her and I tried to decipher her words as she spoke in her language but both the chief and I beamed with pride in her. The chief had an announcement of his own. When he stood and spoke, the whole village stopped and listened and when he stopped, they all shouted in approval. Hinano, with a wide smile, translated what he had said as, “I so happy. You brother now”. It took me an embarrassing long time to understand that I had been paid quite an honour but before I would have insulted the chief, I stuck out my hand in the most appropriate gesture I could think of. He shook my hand and I swear I could have heard the crowd gasp as he did. Hinano explained, “Taboo touch king”. She had used the word, king, for her father before and I assumed that it was just her poor understanding of English but, I began to see the reverence they had for him. What was even more interesting was the concept of “taboo” and that these savages had some bizarre sense of values. I thought that they just did what they pleased with no sense of right or wrong. My mind reeled as I considered what they would consider as ethics. With just the local population in the thousands, they must have rules. For the first time, a revelation struck me that different may not be inferior. Certainly, they were primitives and pagans but, hundreds of years ago, so were my ancestors. For the rest of the night, I observed and tried to understand these people. They were congregated into three distinct groups that were too large to be families but appeared to be divided by wealth or social status. The differences in the way they dressed, their jewellery and even their unusual tradition of marking their skin all represented a type of social hierarchy. They were subtle differences but I had been taught since childhood to recognize and to classify. The festivities broke up slowly as men and women paired off and discretely left. Eventually, Hinano escorted me to a one of their huts. I watched her hips sway as I followed her and was reminded of the dancing, the naked breasts and the pounding drums. If this were to be incest with my new sister, then let me be damned. Inside, there were a over a dozen grass mats used as beds and they were full. The men slept on one side of the room and the women and children on the other. I tried to return her smile as I felt my heart drop. May 27, 1769 I divided the crew into two groups. One group to build a barrier around the barracks. The barrier would consist of a four foot ditch and a four foot burm, reinforced by stones. Perhaps it was more of a token than a fortress but it was more than necessary. The other group continued building more barracks but I ordered them to build them elevated of the ground, like the natives. I have become more involved in the fort but still made time to teach Hinano English Actually, I was spending more of the time learning about her and her people. I learned of an ordered society and a religion that reminded me of Roman mythology. I learned the names of the their carved statues which they called “tiki”. The families were centred around the mothers and grandmothers and they were the real power. There were marriages arranged by the parents and infidelity would be the exception rather than the rule. Jealousy was one of their taboos and discretion was highly valued. That, I learned all too well. Every night, I would sneak into her hut and make love so quietly that the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore seemed loud. Her moans were barely more that breaths while we ravished each other like an octopus on a clam. Every morning, before anyone else had awoke, I would return to my own bed. I protested this false modesty but she insisted on our privacy. It struck me that if she was unfaithful with anyone else, I probably would not know of it. I never gave her the opportunity. During the day, I watched over her and protected her. Almost all of the men had their own girlfriends but none compared to the prize of my princess. In particular, I kept my eye on Mr. Banks and hadn’t forgotten that other day. June 6, 1769 I can’t remember a time when I have been more content. The warmth of the tropic sun has penetrated deep into me and, in turn, radiates from me. I feel healed and whole and I see the world in a new light. It will be difficult to leave this place. There are moments that I feel I must tell her but they are followed by moments that I know she shouldn’t know. I have my orders and there should be no doubt but, when I look into her eyes, the truth is a shadow between us. June 15, 1769 The quiet peace of those days came to an abrupt end with the sound of gunfire. At first, I thought, that the natives were attacking and ordered the men behind the barricade. We waited with guns at the ready for the wave of angry natives but they did not come. Two of the men were unaccounted for as were two gunshots. Eventually, Mr Banks came stumbling through the woods. He was bloodied and wavering and, soon, fell on his face. This could have been was a trap set by the natives so we waited. When the sun went down, I led half of the men to retrieve his body. We turned him over and he was still breathing. He stunk of that noxious native alcohol and his wound was just a scratch on his shoulder. “Banks, Where’s Monkhouse?”, I asked. “Dead”, he slurred, “I killed him”. “Where!” I barked impatiently. He merely pointed before his eyes rolled back . I had three of the crew follow me back into the woods. We found Mr. Monkhouse lying on the ground, unconscious and with a quite a bump on his noggin. He had the same stench of fermented fruit. A few shakes and a couple slaps, which helped me more than him, brought him around. He was a bit more coherent than Mr. Banks and he told me that they had a gentlemen’s duel over one of the native girls. What nonsense. The girls give their affection freely, if somewhat quietly and there was a lot more of them than there was of us. Still, I might have done the same for Hinano, particularly with Mr. Banks. June 16, 1769 I gathered the men to talk of yesterday’s events. I told them that it was completely unnecessary. “After all”, I concluded, “We are only here for one more month”. The only good side of this is that Hinano had left for her village and did not witness this humiliation. She returned with news of another feast. I was torn about allowing the crew to attend. Would it be better to confine them from temptation and force them to fester with their obsessions or should they have another taste of native inhibitions? They had been infected by affection and their judgement had been compromised but, perhaps, the cure is the same as the disease. Then again, we could always go back to drinking vinegar. June 18, 1769 This time, I led the men back to the village in what came to look like a parade. I had the men dress in their best and armed. We entered the village in proper a military line and the natives came to watch. We may have looked threatening from a distance but our smiles gave us away. Our arrival was timely and I kept the men together for the hour until the festivities. Their girlfriends tried to pull them away but there will be plenty of time for that later. We sat as a group on the right side of the chief and I think he was impressed by my authority over them. He took pride in the way a father would. As before, the food and drink were abundant and the more formal dancers were a prologue for the raunchier proceedings as the sun went down. With Hinano translating, the chief asked about England and I watched both their eyes grow wide as I attempted to describe London. I talked of buildings taller than trees and wider than this entire village. I mentioned bridges and paved roads and drew a picture of a horse in the sand. It was difficult to describe how many people lived there in numbers that were beyond their comprehension but they were shocked as they began to understand. Hinano had an interesting question that I did not have an answer for. She asked if a single life is less important when there are so many. My focus went to the dancing in front of me. I realized that the current group of dancers were not a part of the village as I had never seen them before. They must be a troupe of travelling entertainers and they were definitely entertaining. They was a story behind their dancing and it was an erotic story. At one point, I wasn’t sure if a couple of them were actually having sex as the others surrounded them. There was one, in particular, that caught my attention. She was just so young and fresh but she danced so lasciviously. Her eyes, in one moment, could be so innocent but , in the next, so lustful. I could not stop watching her and she seemed to appreciate my attention. Her breasts were not yet full but enough for a handful. They were so round and proud and high on her narrow, fragile chest but, in profile, they were so pointed that they almost looked dangerous. Her hips were femininely flared but her frame was just too frail and her legs too thin to be fully grown. The light of the blazing fire glistened on her skin and reflected in her dark eyes. The fire seemed to be inside her and I imagined her touch as burning. She was just so young. I wanted her so badly but my conscience nagged. I had found the forbidden fruit of this paradise but, so far, nothing has been forbidden. When their dance was over, I continued to watch her hungrily at the side and she glanced back at me pensively. She gave me one long look and turned around to disappear into the darkness. I followed her instinctively. I did not think to excuse myself from my host or even think at all. My heart was pounding louder and faster than the drums and my feet led the way. Behind the village, in the silver light of the full moon, my eyes strained into the shadows. Then, a snap of a twig that must have been intentional directed my way. I found her kneeling, like a petite flower, in a grassy clearing amongst the bushes. She smiled at me in a way that was both delicate and knowingly wanton. She was still half naked and she faintly giggled as I walked to her. She held up her hand and I was about to take it and join her on the ground when she cupped my groin. I stood there as she fumbled with the buttons and her face just inches away from my growing member. She had probably never dealt with buttons before and by the time she got them undone, I had almost been undone, myself. She stroked it gently at first and then kissed softly. She kissed the tip and along the shaft and then her tongue darted between her lips. She returned to the tip and engulfed it in her mouth. Her hot mouth was such a contrast to the cool night air on my saliva dampened shaft. She sucked me in like an undertow and legs were unsteady from waves of pleasure. I could stand no longer and collapsed to the ground. The girl wasted no time at regaining her lips on me and I grabbed her head in my hands, pushing it deeper. She sucked and rubbed her tongue against me as if she were a calf on an udder. It didn’t take long for me to provide the cream. She just kneeled there as I moaned contentedly. I gestured her toward me and she surprised me by sitting on top of me. I wasn’t ready to go again but it wouldn’t take long with that view. I reached up, compelled to touch those amazing tits. I was gentle at first but was overwhelmed with the soft, firm, sensual and practical nature of them. I clenched them and squeezed them together and pinched the nipples until she squealed in pain. I did not intend to hurt her, I just forgot who they belonged to. I begged for her absolution with a kiss. I pulled her head toward me and touched my lips to hers. She returned the kiss with passion I had never known. She wasn’t kissing me, she was devouring me. She pressed her entire body against me and her previous feather-like weight made it difficult to breathe. I was being ravished and I liked it. I tugged at what I can only call a scarf that was tied around her waste and grabbed her taut ass. Again, I squeezed and pinched and she groaned but not in pain. She grinded her hips as she continued to molest my tongue with hers. I rubbed a finger into the damp pubic hair and along the folds. When I touched the little bump of her clitoris, she bit my nose. It didnt hurt but it scared me. I pushed my finger inside her and she grabbed onto it and grinded herself up to the knuckle. She gripped my finger so tightly, I wondered how I was going to fit. Her passion was almost overwhelming but it was also inspiring and I was back to being fully inspired. I pushed her back and undid the buttons on my tunic but could not remove it while lying on my back. I attempted to roll both of us over but she did not go for it. Understandable, the ground was cool and damp but there was no way she was going to be on top. Not today. She kneeled beside me as Í sat up and removed my shirt. She moved to climb over me again but I held her shoulders as I slipped behind her. Apparently, she liked this idea and poised herself for me to enter. I pushed in slowly. I had to, but once in, it fit just right. Enthused by her passion, I pushed hard and fast. Probably too hard. It was hard to tell, her ass was so firm that it would not shake. She was pushed off her knees and, now, those globes of her ass jiggled. Despite her pure animal lust, like Hinano, she was very quiet. I could barely hear her little moans. Unfortunately, I was not as controlled. We went our separate ways and I returned to the village to find the festivities winding down. Hinano had disappeared. The chief also departed as soon as I came back. Only a few of the crew were still around but they were well occupied. I was alone and wondered where I was to sleep. June 19, 1769 I returned to the fort alone after having spent the night under the stars. Hinano refused to return with me. Obviously she knew and she was hurt. By the end of a long walk, I had redefined many of my notions and presumptions. I had been so wrong. I had done so wrong. They were just so different. Different skin, different beliefs, different ways but the same feelings. I thought of them as less than English and less than human and, still, I fell in love. Perhaps, the heart is quicker than the mind. I almost turned around and walked back to plead for her forgiveness but the captain will be returning soon and we would be leaving. Perhaps, it was for the best. June 24, 1769 The return of the Endeavour does not bring the wind back in my own sails as I expected. A chapter ends but the book continues. This time, the captain sets anchor off the point and in plain sight of the fort. The captain, himself, was first to step ashore and he praised me on the fort. Not even that could make me happy. I just thanked him as if the work were meaningless. In the second boat was the astronomer who got busy setting up a telescope and a sextant and other gadgets. This was the real purpose of our voyage, to observe the transit of Venus as it will not happen again in our lifetimes. It will take three weeks and that seemed like a lifetime right now. Every day and, especially every night, I was tempted to go see Hinano. They welcomed us because they thought we were to be their allies and our guns would protect them from their enemies. I misled my intentions all the way into her family and was preparing to abandon her. Mr. Scuggins told me of their travels while they were away. The natives they encountered were not nearly as friendly. They were attacked numerous times and no amount of gesturing would dissuade them. We had already become the allies of their enemies. There were no major casualties among the crew but dozens and maybe hundreds of natives had fallen in front of our guns and cannons. However, they had developed an extensive map of the area. “I envy you, I really do”, I told him, “I would have preferred to be in battle than stuck here”. “I heard that it wasn’t so bad”, he said with a smirk. “It’s a long way from home”, I answered. “It’s a fuckin’ paradise. Didn’t you realize that?”, he scoffed. “Not for me”, I answered cryptically and walked away. July 10, 1769 I find myself leading a search for two deserters, Mr Gibson and Mr. Webb had decided they preferred this place to their home and, more importantly, their duty. There is a part of me that would wish them good luck and good bye but I have my duty as well. We have two days to find them. After that, the natives are planning another feast and the captain does not intend to let them know it was to be a farewell party. I was relieved to leave discreetly. If I must leave, then I would prefer not to see her beautiful face once more. How could I ask her to forgive me and then depart forever? Actually, there was nothing I wanted more. Almost nothing. Not anything I could do anything about. I am an officer and I must set my obligations above my own desires. July 14, 1769 Now under full sail and the island is long out of sight. The two deserters had been captured and disciplined severely. The captain insisted to make them an example. It was odd when we found them because they resisted by shooting at us. There were twenty guns pointed at them and they were likely to be killed but they preferred that to leaving. Had I not dropped my gun and walked out to them to explain that, they would be dead. The danger and the irony of that didn’t occur to me until later. I wasn’t trying to commit suicide. Neither was I trying to be a hero. It’s funny, but when I finally developed some inner clarity, the rest of the world became surreal. The danger just seemed like part of some ridiculous play and I was just an actor. The original purpose of the voyage had been a failure due to the weather and inadequate equipment but the charting of the area should be considered a success, by itself. Mr. Banks, too, was quite proud of his samples and classifications. Apparently, he had done a lot of work between bottles. I, on the other hand, leave behind an abandoned fort and my innocence. In return, I get guilt and a lightened burden of hope. The crew, like myself, toil in silence, distracted by loss and unsatisfied in memories. We leave paradise behind because we do not belong there and I am still favouring that I should leave this log to the sea.

At this point, nothing unusual has occurred. Normal pains of getting ready to go and driving out to the camping area. The first day was normal .. totally normal. When I think back now, nothing happened that would have set the stage for what happened next.

It only took about one night to get the sleeping arrangements down. Our youngest wanted to sleep in the tent and my husband slept in the tent with him. I was not going to sleep in the tent and my oldest wasn't into that much so he and I slept in the RV.

We were all sitting outside eating .. around the fire till late. My oldest son was the first to call it a night and went to the RV to bed. I didn't go back to the RV until about an hour or two later. As I was waking to the door, I was a little irritated trying to figure out how I was going to change into my night clothes.

The RV was dark, I had to turn on some sort of light to see anything. My oldest son is a deep sleeper so I wasn't too worried about that except for my need to change. Once I turned on the light I checked to see that he was where I thought he was, and he was. He sleeps in the the bed at the far end of the RV. My bed was near there, but off to the side. As I walked to the back to get my clothes, I watched him carefully to see if he was awake. No, he was asleep, on his back .. head turned away from me. This made me feel a lot better, I needed to change.

I undressed in a manner that showed the least, just in case he woke up. I was watching him as I dropped my pants .. then my undies. This was reasonably safe, my shirt was long enough to cover my butt. Now for the risky part, i had to unbutton my shirt and get my bra off then put my night shirt on.

I paused to listen to his breathing. He sounded asleep. Just when I was ready to do it, he moved his legs, I froze. I was still .. did he wake up? No .. he was still breathing the same. OMG ... that is when I saw it. He wasn't covered and his penis fell out of his shorts ... I could see it all ... even some of his balls. The first thought that went through my mind was “Damn, that does not look like a kids penis” , Was he hard?

At this point is was more like watching an accident ... i didn't want to look, but I had to. “No, he wasn't hard, he just had a man size soft cock ... pretty big .. and thick”

I found myself looking at his cock from time to time as I changed, but I managed to put it out of my mind. For about 5 seconds, and it felt like much longer, I was totally nude and my sons cock was 4 feet away. A wave of guilt hit me and I finished changing ... pushing that perversion out of my mind.

I turned off the light and headed my bed to get some sleep.

At some point during the night I had to pee really bad, so I got up and left the RV to take care of business. The moon was full and very bright. I had no need for the flash light as I made my way to the shower / restroom building.

After returning to the RV, I walked inside. The moon was beaming through the window, so I didn't need the light. As I walked over to my bed, I did the unthinkable .. I looked to see if his cock was still hanging out. OMG it was and it was rock hard. That was the biggest cock I have seen in real life. I bet I could put two hands on it, holding it like a baseball bat .. .and the head would still be showing. Damn, it would be just like the handle of a baseball bat. His cock was so hard and stiff it wanted to be standing up but the weight of it laid it on this stomach.

I put it out of my mind and got into bed, but I just tossed and turned. I knew what need to be done. I can masturbate very quietly .. and I didn't have a choice.

I could hear him sleeping as I pulled up my shirt some to start masturbating. I kept the covers on so I could play it off as sleeping if he woke up. I started thinking about some of the men I saw that day then just started to think about how good rubbing my pussy felt. I was getting closer and closer, damn, I need a cock right now. Thats when I crossed the line, I opened my eyes and looked right at his big cock. OMG .... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ..... boom .. the wave of pleasure hit me. I came the second I looked at that big fat cock. I closed my eyes and pretended that didn't happen.

Part II

My pussy was still throbbing .. I was hot. I tossed of the blanket not thinking about my pussy being in full view.

It really was an innocent idea at first. I really wanted to get the windows open to get some air flowing. I got up .. opened one near my bed but the other was near my sons bed. I started toward the bed and window and son ... damn .. that is when it got weird.

As I reached his bed ... I did look at that cock. It really was big. I tried to reach for the window at the foot of his bed, I could touch it but didn't have the leverage to open it. I knew I needed to put at least one knee on the bed to open it. When I did that .. the mattress pressed down and caused his lower body to lean my way, but he was still asleep. Now I am halfway on the bed .. knee and food .. turned sideways ... my ass pointing towards his face .... he rolled. He rolled towards me...... his massive semi-hard cock flopped right on the back of my ankle. Ughhhhh .. mmmm .. now what. I froze and waited .. my pussy throbbed again. Damn .. his cock was getting hard again. I used two fingers and gently lifted the head of his cock off my leg as I put my leg back on the ground.

The head of his cock was now .. right at the edge of the bed .. hanging over the edge about 1 inch by the time he got mostly hard. I was totally out of control. I started to rub my pussy as I watched it. He could have opened his eyes at any time. I was so close to cumming. I just had to do it .. I leaned my body into the bed ... spread my pussy lips and let them gently wrap the head of his massive cock. I held it there for about 5 seconds while rubbing my clit. ....MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

I came so hard I pulled back away from the bed ... falling to the floor. The noise woke him. He noticed I was on the ground and asked me if I was OK. Just then he noticed his cock was out and put it away.

As I laid in bed after that .. “I'm sure he was awake”. “I think he saw my pussy as I was on the floor”. I acted like I was sleeping .. breathing heavy.

I thought it might happen, he rolled on his back and started masturbating. I watched everything and rubbed my clit as he did it. He made me cum for a third time when I saw that cum shoot out of his cock.

I don't know that I would ever make it happen but if he ever tries to fuck me .. I just couldn't turn him down.

It was that kind of morning--kitties--all of them!--weeds and the sky was clear blue emphasizing tufts of white cloud cruising along in the heavens. It was cool enough that the sun felt welcome on my back. One cat was sunning, another in the shade, sitting point for any and all gophers, thought they were elusive, even to cats. I didn't want to see it, or the result of the hunt, but I was glad to know the news so my Iris and pansy would have another day.

But, first some coffee and evap and the paper--got to check Ann and Abby and the letters. Here was one: "It Ought to be Banned While your editorial about freedom of speech was admirable, there are limits. And the latest book about sexual behavior is disgusting and ought to be banned. Some hairbrained feminist says consensual sex between an adult and a 15 year old girl can be beneficial because the girl should learn from some ill-informed fellow 15 year old about a beautiful human experience. Ban the book and the writer, I say. Abigail Birthright, Clovis."

That was my morning paper: book burnings, suppression of ideas, and it would send me to an early gardening morning! Coffee done, paper in the bin, dishes clean...check of the weather...short-sleeved blouse weather. My favorite. Well...to the garden...just gardening and kitties and......wandering thoughts.

About the letter. I wondered just what that writer meant. I had my share of fumbling young boys who fumbled and fiddled, as did I at the time...but there was one time, actually a few times...it was educational in one way, very memorable in another, and...

I took a wheelbarrow load of weeds to the compost pile and after the fourth load I was finished. The sun was making me hot and the kitties were all in the shade now. It was time for a shower and my favorite late morning TV Show. I had just time for showering, toweling and housecoat and eased into my recliner for the show. My hair was still damp and cool, my skin was warm from the shower; I looked at the garden, flowers, and settled into the chair, moving my feet up off the ground. Commercials! The scourge of American TV! I wondered about that letter and began to see things again, but not waht was on TV. It was a repeat of an episode I had already seen.

I reached for the remote control and turned off the sound and pushed my chair further back. I closed my eyes. I could hear loud purring. It was one of my cats and the sound soothed me. More atmosphere. Suddenly, she was on my lap and purring and settling on my housecoat nestling between my legs. I could feel her purr it was so strong. It all made me drowsy and I totally relaxed.

* * *

"Gena!" It was one of the boys in school. "Can I walk home with you?"

"It's a free country," I said and so we walked together toward home. First across the road and then into the large field that separated the area of the school from our housing. "I brought something for us to drink," he said. It was almost like a date, I thought, and I hadn't had many dates at the time and this might as well be a date. "And a sandwich." I had already eaten lunch but date etiquette required me to say: "Fine." "And a blanket so we can sit and have a little picnic," he said. Uh oh, I thought, maybe this is a real after school date. I had never had one before. A blanket, why to cover oneself with, Right. Or to lie on...and maybe, if I got lucky to be kissed on?

"Let's go over where we can't be seen and we can eat in peace," he said. His name was Jeffrey and we were both 15 years old. And, by this time, I had declared this an "official"date. Just the two of us, and a picnic on a blanket where we wouldn't be seen. That constituted a date. I could hardly wait to tell my girlfriends!

We walked among the trees and he found a level place with grass so it would be soft enough and spread out the blanket. I was careful not to let him see up my legs when we sat down for the picnic. I didn't trust him you see and that excited me a little. Dates should be a little exciting up until a girl puts a stop to it, at least that's what I thought at the time. A little adventure.

I knew he'd try to see up my legs when I sat down like boys all do because he sat down first and looked up at me. My skirt was just below my knees and it's hard to sit on a blanket and be ladylike at the same time though a lady on a date wasn't required to be a lady for the entire date. So I sat down but not as carefully as I should have and that was part of the fun and the tease and I knew he got a glimpse. I hoped he did. I had pretty legs and a pretty body and my breasts were filling out. I think I had the largest set in class. Some of the other girls were jealous though they lied about it and said they weren't jealous; that theirs would soon be just as nice. Meanwhile I was proud of my body. "You're very pretty," he said. That was nice and I believed him right away because I knew it was the truth. I looked in the mirror sometimes before I got dressed for bed. I was very pretty. In the mirror I saw a real woman even at my age.

One time I checked myself out carefully on a day all my family had gone on an outing and I had stayed home. I looked at myself a long time and felt my breasts, how soft they were, but my nipples got hard while I was looking. They just rose up and got stiff. When I stopped feeling they went soft again until I touched my legs and up between my legs and admired my soft growth of light brown hair. They got stiff again and I kind of felt stiff all over too and had to breath more. My face was flushed. It all embarrassed me and, at the same time, made me feel warm. Then I put on my dress and went downstairs to soak my feet and cut my toenails. I liked to be alone when I did that. Not entirely alone actually. Just me and our little doggie. He liked to watch me when I soaked my feet and cut my nails. Sort of our time together.

I sat down on the blanket first putting down one knee and then the other and giving Jeffrey, who was lying on his back and looking up, just ever so slight of a glance under my skirt and up my leg. I wondered if he could see I had no knickers on. His face got a little red so he must have gotten a glimpse of something good!

"What are we having?" I asked. "My Mum makes really good ham and cheese sandwiches," he said and got one out of a sack. "Too bad we don't have a soda," I said. Jeffrey got up and went behind one of the trees and pulled out two Coca Colas. "I didn't know if you'd let me walk you home but I could always come back and get them later if you said 'No'" So that was it. Confirmed. A real date and during the week. That was even better. How to open the bottles was another matter. Like I say, he wasn't very experienced and, then, neither was I, but he found a way to laboriously pry off the bottle caps and we sat and ate and drank, not knowing what to say and not knowing what would happen next.

I sat on a stool with my feet soaking in the warm water and daydreaming about myself and how much prettier my body was than some of the girls. One of my best friends had almost no breasts at all even thought we were both fifteen and she had no body hair. She had just a little hairless slit where I had a nice folding of skin delicately covered with light brown curls. She wanted to touch me there one time but I said "No." She didn't mention it again. I wasn't ready for anyone to touch me there, except myself, of course. I slept over at her house a couple times. She lived alone with her Dad.

She and I slept in the same bed but nothing ever happened--not in bed, that is. There was a time her Dad bought us both nightgowns so we put them on. That was the time I saw that she wasn't very developed. She admired my body and it made me proud of myself. That was when she reached at me in amazement and I stepped back. I was surprised at her reaction.

We looked at ourselves in the mirror in our new nightgowns. They were on the short side and didn't hide much. She didn't have much to hide, but I did. Anyway, I was proud and didn't feel like hiding myself. Then, together we went into the lounge. It was an exhibition and her Dad's eyes were staring hard at us when we entered. It made my face hot. He was looking very hard at me, not his daughter, and I could almost feel his eyes under my nightgown, traveling up my legs and feeling them touch my light covering of hair...I was sure his eyes were admiring my pretty fanny...I felt hot and cool at the same time, between my legs, and my friend and I sat down together, across from her Dad.

The TV was on and I focused on the TV even though nothing good was on and hoping, in a way, her Dad was looking at the TV, not me, and also hoping, maybe he was taking a peek at the pretty girl in the pretty nightgown; taking a peek at her nice breasts and her beautiful fanny that was really hot right now. I crossed my legs so he couldn't look any more at my fanny but I knew he was looking at me and my friend and I were watching TV. It felt good when I crossed my legs and sort of squeezed myself together. I don't think his looking meant anything to her, after all, it was her Dad and he had seen her many times. But for me his eyes were feeling me all over. This was just the same thing to her, but to me it was very different and disturbing and I was scared about what might happen next. And a little hopeful. This was an adventure. I liked adventures. I wanted to have one now.

My kitty shifted its position on my lap and awakened me for a few moments and then it started purring again. I petted its head and down its back and it nuzzled and nestled itself into just the right spot and let out a large sigh and purr and went still. I closed my eyes. Where was I?

On the blanket chewing my sandwich, drinking a Coke, on a midweek date after school. I didn't especially like Jeffrey. Not that I didn't like him but he was just a boy, not a particular boy, and I didn't know much about boys and hadn't been on many dates, just dances at church and such as that and boys were very shy about girls and didn't talk. I knew they looked when we thought we were unaware and talked when we weren't around but otherwise they were different and strange and interesting in their own way. How girls made them nervous I don't know. What was there to be nervous about? So we ate our sandwiches and didn't talk much except that it hadn't rained and might not rain for a few days and it was warm and then about our teachers and the school and science class and...you know...talked basically about nothing.

At the picnic with Jeffrey I had no knickers and wondered what he would say if he knew. Maybe that would get him to talking or probably just make his face red. My new nightgown had next to no knickers either. Just a flimsy little covering of my fanny. And her Dad knew it and enjoyed it...just a flimsy covering. I know I liked the way it made me feel, being almost, but not quite naked. There was a hint of my flesh, hiding slightly. And there was no need for any covering when I was soaking my feet. Our doggie could be counted among the silent though his mouth was open. Knickers or no knickers. They were a special part of my life. Sometimes I put them on for school and sometimes not. It made me feel dirty when I had nothing on underneath at school. Like I could show a boy any time I wanted what a real girl was like. An adventure every time I sat down or bent over.

Jeffrey, our little innocent doggie, my girlfriend's Dad, they seemed the same in a way--and here I was: a girl before them, almost naked at the waist--if they only knew: Our doggie certainly didn't know of the importance of my nakedness...I even let him look, what did it matter, his tongue out, panting, his pretty eyes, looking eagerly at me, probably for a biscuit or something...something?...anything maybe, but looking eagerly at me, at my wet little cunny with the slight covering of hair, my legs apart, soaking my feet. I knew I was wet and wondered about it. I could feel the air cooling me there, just there, and it made me even more wet. Was I making me wet or was the looking at me causing it. I reached and felt my slippery opening. It made me shiver. It was hard for me to remove my fingers. If Jeffrey would have been there, at that moment, what then? If my girlfriend's Dad had been there?

He was there when I was on the couch with my girlfriend. She protected me from the situation and then again her Dad was also across the room in his armchair. I glanced over but he wasn't watching the TV he was looking at me again and smiled. "Thank you for the nightgowns," I said. "You both look very pretty in them," he said, including his daughter in the remark and making me feel more comfortable but I kept my legs crossed. I knew I had to keep them crossed or he could see right through the filmy gown and see me just like I had seen myself in the mirror at home with nothing on at all. I was virtually naked, in front of a grown man. Isn't that what women do sometimes? But I wasn't a women. I was just a very pretty girl with her girlfriend for protection.

Then she fell asleep! What now, I thought. She was my guardian and asleep on the guard. Nothing happened is what happened...and we watched TV...then her Dad got up and said he was going to put his daughter, to bed. He was removing my guardian and I was scared but not the least bit tired. I couldn't wait to find out about the next part of this adventure. He bent down to pick her up and I saw his eyes on me, all over me, between my breasts, between my legs, which I kept crossed, and put my arms around myself to protect against his dark brown looking-all-over-me eyes. I relaxed when he left the room and maybe he would go to sleep as well and thus would end my little adventure. Less than I had imagined, though I wasn't sure what I had thought would happen.

Jeffrey finished his sandwich first and laid back looking up at the sky through the tree branches. He reached out and held my hand. I wondered what he would have done if he had known how close his hand was to my naked fanny. Her Dad came back to the lounge and I put my arms around myself again. He didn't look at me this time but sat down next tome. "It's a little cold in here," he said. It actually was a little cold and he put his arm on the back of the couch. "Move over her and Ill keep you warm," he said. I moved only slightly. I was already practically in his lap! Our little doggie moved closer to me and looked at the water in the foot bath and looked up at me again. I opened my legs and let him look. What did it matter?

I laid back on the blanket and closed my eyes. Jeffrey squeezed my hand and we both laid there. Neither of us saying a word and maybe not knowing what to talk about. What is there to talk about with boys anyway. He moved closer to me and we were shoulder to shoulder. Body next to body. I got bold and turned on my side and put my arm over his waist. He put his arm under my head. Our doggie must have known my fanny was wet. I'm not sure if Jeffrey knew. I didn't know myself at that moment whether it was or not. Then her Dad put his arm on my shoulder. I felt a little sleepy and rested my head on his arm. My nipples were stiff and the nightgown rubbed against them. I felt his eyes on me, down my shoulders and between my breasts and I caught my breath.

That naughty doggie was sniffing my legs, looking for something, and sniffing me! Jeffrey and I laid there, our eyes closed, not moving, and the doggie licked my fanny, more than once. It was my fault for opening myself to him and I closed my legs and pushed him back. He was determined and kept at me. I hadn't finished cutting my toenails and so I stayed right where I was, the doggie licking my thigh and getting under me and up between my legs again. I thought what the heck. I was alone. Who would know? It didn't matter. It was just a doggie and it really felt good. Then I hoped he wouldn't stop. Another adventure and I didn't know what would happen next.

Her Dad kissed me all of a sudden and it shocked me. But not enough that I didn't kiss him back. He whispered: "You're a very pretty girl." I didn't know what to say or do and thanked him for my nightie. "I wanted to see you in it. With your school clothes off." This was going too far I thought so I kissed him back. I opened my eyes and saw Jeffrey not her Dad and then it was her Dad again and my persistent little doggie and the kitty was readjusting itself on my lap. "Stay still," I thought, "I don't want to be disturbed."

I was back in the field, on the couch and soaking my feet and my hands were busy now. The kitty jumped down and walked out of the room. Her Dad was really kissing me and not saying anything more, just little whispers and I was catching my breath between kisses. I'd never really kissed anyone seriously like this so I put my arm around him, like in the movies, and nuzzled against him, his mouth was on my neck and I felt my nightgown leaving my shoulders and my breasts being suckled and kissed all over and then he sucked on my nipples and my legs went apart. I don't know why that happened. I didn't care. I wanted more of these feelings. Suddenly my flimsy nightgown knickers were gone! Where had they gone? I didn't care but felt more open and completely naked. My nipples and my legs seemed connected and making me dizzy. "I'm going to make you a woman tonight." His hand was down and between my legs. I listened for my girlfriend and hoped she wouldn't interrupt us. His fingers massaged me. They moved easily in and out of me because I was wet and hot. "You're wet and hot," he whispered. I could barely hear him. I didn't care what he said only what he was making me feel Hot! Dreamy! Exploding! I was dizzy all over! I couldn't get enough of his touching and lifted myself with each upstroke and lowered myself against his fingers with each downstroke. I was an instrument and he was a musician magically making me respond. A symphony and my ears were full of the sounds.

My little doggie forced himself upon me. I was glad for his persistence and opened myself finally as his reward. His tongue slavered me eagerly and I lifted my dress out of his way watching him lick me. His tongue was hot and pushed aside my hair and into me. I closed my eyes and let myself feel deep forbidden sensations that went from my legs to my thighs up my waist and to my cheeks and temples. A boy glanced at me across the classroom and I felt him up my dress where I was naked. I looked down at my pretty new nightgown and at her Dad's head between my legs. I felt his breath on me and his fingers spread me open. The boy across the room smiled and looked directly up my dress. I opened my legs a little. He looked at me again and looked through me, into me and his look traveled through my legs and thighs along my body making my face hot and my breath short in lightning waves and I knew something was happening inside me that was new and an adventure and held her Dad's head tight against me. He couldn't leave now. None of them could leave yet. Not yet. They needed to finish something. Finish me like her Dad knew how to do. Like Jeffrey wouldn't know for years. Like my doggie wouldn't understand and that would puzzle me. But her Dad knew how to finish me so I held his head and felt his ears and his mouth moving. A same kind of feeling, a school boy, a pretty doggie and a different feeling that a Man gives a Woman, in the evening after removing her evening gown. After removing her nightgown. After opening her body to touches and licking and, not this night, but a later night when she is older, sharing his prick with her cunt; pricking her cunt as only a man can do and a woman can have done but this time, first at a picnic a beginning, with a doggie and his hot tongue a further step, with the look of a schoolboy on her naked cunt and with her girlfriend's Dad and his knowlegable fingers and searching tongue, the adventure of making her more of a woman than a few minutes before. She liked being a woman and all the feelings that went with it made to be so from someone who knew how to bring her up to be a woman...to bring her off...finishing her off...making her come.

He covered her with a blanket and carried her to bed; she pushed her dress back over her legs after her doggie had finished thoroughly licking her fanny; she had slept on the blanket among the trees in the field and then it was that she opened her eyes where she lay on the recliner and removed her hands fromwhere they had been, at her waist, dipping in and out and along her fanny, and then quickening on her stiffness, bringing herself until her nipples were tight and her fanny rising and falling to each upstroke and each downstroke, then she was resting and covering herself with her housecoat, settling back against the chair. Her mind was somehow clear just now. It was very quiet. Even so, in the next room she could hear the kitty purring loudly.

When they got the water they all started screaming wrestling around, playing chicken, all the usual water sports. Needless say Freddie and Jess had also brought the cooler down from the house. Off to side Freddie and Paul talked about swapping girls, at the time it wasn’t that bad of an idea, after all most ideas don’t seem that bad when you’re drunk.

As the four are sitting on the beach Paul starts to make out with Jess prompting Freddie and Sarah to do the same to keep up.

Paul and Jess were lying in each others arms kissing on another, their tongues were playing with one another as he began to massage her breasts. It wasn’t hard for him to remove her small bikini. As he lay on top of her grinding his cock up against her pussy she slid down his trunks to release his cock. Jess just loved feeling Paul’s hard ass and was eagerly waiting to be fucked.

Freddie began the same as Paul, except didn’t wait for Sarah to take off his shorts. He then got down and removed Sarah’s bikini and sucked on her nipples, he loved to arouse her by playing with them. Then Sarah pulled him up to her face as they started kissing.

As Paul and Freddie look at one another as they are now on top of their girl each gives the other cleverish grin and swaps. Paul is now on top of Sarah and Freddie on Jess. Each girl didn’t really mind. Both guys were gorgeous and had fantasized about the other.

Paul’s mouth was busy with Sarah so he moved his hand slowly down to her pussy, he didn’t want to rush it so he used his ring finger, and middle finger to rub her, and then finally insert them into her pussy. Once he did that she immediately started moaning in ecstasy. They were at this for about 10 minutes then he got on top of her, kissed her, then slowly moved down her body with kisses, every kiss arousing her more the closer he get to her pussy. He placed his head in between her legs kissing her inner thighs and around her clit, and then finally stuck his tongue in her warm delicious pussy, he lapped up all of her juices and used his other hand to open up her pussy and get better access. He must have hit the g-spot on her because she went into an instant orgasm and grabbed his head and pushed it into her pussy. He was sticking his tongue all up in her pussy, giving her a maximum oral experience.

Freddie looked at Jess. She put her hands on his face and drew his lips to hers. Breaking off their incredible kiss she ran her mouth down his neck, and stopping on his chest to tantalize his nipples. She proceeded to lick the rest of his hairless chest down until she got to his cock with well trimmed pubic hair .His cock must have been 8" at least! She looked up and saw his eyes closed tight in anticipation. Leaning forward she flicked her tongue over the head of his wonderful dick then took all of it into her mouth. Deep throating him was something he would never forget. She sucked as hard as she could and fondled his balls. Freddie was lightly thrusting into her mouth and so she sucked harder. She heard him gasp as if for breath and timed her breath intake with each of his thrusts. Feeling his balls tighten, she braced herself for the taste of his cum. She positioned herself right at the tip so she would be sure to get every last drop. His whole dick stiffen, she closed her eyes when he came so she could concentrate on swallowing every bit. She could resist going back down on his dick before he had even finished cumming. She sucked which brought out more cum.

Paul and Sarah continued to kiss, his hands never leaving Jessie's wet pussy. And he was soon back, standing proud. He took a look at her and just slowly maneuvered his ragging cock to the very out side of her tight pussy. He started thrusting in and out of her as they lay on the sand. Each thrust causing him to roll his eyes in ecstasy, and her to moan in pleasure. "I want you Paul, I’ve always wanted you!!!" She shouted while digging her nails into Paul’s back, he hardly noticed. Finally he quickened the pace and started pumping back and forth motivated by her moaning. Each time he thrust he would look into to her eyes to see the pleasure of her getting fucked by the man of her dreams. She didn't stop moaning and soon reached further down and grabbed his ass. As he pumped harder and harder. "OOOOOHHHH GOOOOOD!!!" Sarah yelled as her whole body shook, but Paul kept at it not ready to quit. As her pussy contracted in orgasm he almost lost it, but held on strong. Continuing to ram her hard just like the star he was. Soon he felt the tightening in his balls and knew he could last much longer, but not wanting to cum in her he whipped it out and put it right in her face. Getting the message Sarah grabbed his cock with both hands and began vigorously stroking it right in front of her face. Paul couldn't take the sight of her beautiful lips any longer and blew all over her, wiping it off of his fingers and letting her lick them.

Freddie kissed Jess, took her had and went over to nearby rock. He started kissing her running his fingers up and down her slit until they were wet. He then started rubbing them up and down the crack of her ass while kissing her lower back. Eventually, he inserted on finger slowly into her ass. Jess moaned in pleasure, she always wanted to be fucked up the ass, but Paul was always against it. He worked it in nice and slow and eventually used two fingers. She was getting really into it and was moaning more now. He started rubbing his cock against her crack and made her lean over onto the rock so he got into a better position. Then, he gently pushed the head of his cock against her hole. It was a little rough at first, buy as more entered she began to relax and began to really enjoy his cock being thrust up and out of her ass.  She was in sheer bliss as he could fall the weight of his slam against her. After about five minutes he began pulling his cock all the way out of her hole and slamming it back in. She began bucking back against his cock.  She could feel an orgasm coming on.  Her ass tightened up and as she hit her peek he blew his load in her ass.  They just stayed like that for a minute with his dick fully rammed in my ass and cum leaking out of it.  Afterwards, they lay back down and he began to suck her nipples again.  Soon he was hard again and she started stroking his dick. Once he had her turned on again she climbed on top of him and straddled his cock.  She bounced on his rod for a couple of minutes and got off of him. She lowered her head down and began sucking on his balls.  She pleasured his balls with her tongue with gave him a hand job. 

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If you have liked what you have read so far, post some good comments and I will write the conclusion that involves some lesbian and foursome action.

"Oh god you're so wet." he moaned, dragging his tounge down her tummy and pulling off her mini skirt and underwear. "Are...are you hard/" she asked, trembling at his touch. He gave her an amused expression. "Would you like the see for yourself?" he asked, taking her hand and guiding it down to his arousal.

"Oh wow! How can you stand that? Does it hurt?" she asked. "Not really..." he replied, scooting down and parting her pussy lips with his fingers before her began to lick and suck expertly.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed when she felt the incredible pleasure. He grinned wickedly and moved a hand down to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

He knew he could get her to blow him. He could get her to do anything in that moment, but he knew what he wanted and oral wasn't going to cut it. He knew she'd never done it before, and right then he needed her to please him. And she would.

He was sucking and licking anf kissing her inside and she was beging him not to stop in between her moans and whimpers. Then he inced himself up to kiss her lips, forcing her to taste herself on him. The he pressed his rock hard erection against her hips and nibbled on her ear,

"You'll like this, I promise." he whispered before he slide into her. Soon enough the gasps of pain turned into more whimpers and moans and she was kissing his chest with lust as he moaned, happy at how pleasing it all was.

Soon he could feel his relase bubbling inside him. He wanted to wait for her, but her knew he wouldn't be able to so he shot his load inside her, his face buried in her breasts as he moaned and groaned in pleasure.

She was dissapointed and he could tell as he climbed off of her and laid their one the floor, staring up at the living room ceiling, his erection now only half up. His sister was fidgeting next to him and he knew she wanted more.

She knew he was done already, but she also knew that he could get it back almost instantly. She had, afterall, heard him masterbate on more than one occasion, and as soon as he was done, he'd just keep going a few minutes later. So she took control.

She moved her head down in between his legs and started to kiss his inner thigh. She let her tounge linger for a second then proceeded to lick and kiss her way into getting her brother hard again.

"You want to give it another go?" he asked, the wicked grin back on his face. His sister winked at him before rawling up and mounting his slowly, deciding she would be on top and she would be in control this time, which, she could tell by his face gave him quite a thrill.

She began to rock back and forth, moaning as she fel the pleasure of riding him. His hands were on her hips and his face showed pure exctasy..

Pretty soon she gave up the quiet, sexy moans for screams of pleasure as she felt him getting even harder inside her as she increased her speed of the sultry rocking she did, grinding on his hips. Finally, she could feel her release coming and she rode him even faster. "Oh...ohhh god! Oh my god...oh yes! Mmnnmm!"

Stimutaneously, he began to cum inside of her as she screamed out and released her juices all over him.

She sat there a moment, his dick still throbing inside her, a hand on his chest to stable herself as she caught her breath. She finally climbed off of him and he rolled over so his head was estled in her breats.

"Did we really just do that?" he asked, his tounge darting out to lick her nipple. His sister buried her hand in his hair, playing with it with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face. "Mhm. We did." she mumbled, allowing her brother to continue nibbling and sucking her chest as she fell asleep.

"Here we are!"  Mistress shifted position, facing Daniella again, and spread her legs wide.  Only now did the slave realize that Dominica had completely removed her skirt, and Daniella's gaze suddenly became riveted on Mistress' glistening pussy.  Her jaw dropped slackly open, and she began to pant.  Dominica's left hand dangled down, and a little behind her -- concealing whatever she might be holding in her hand. 

"That's right... focus on my pussy.  So beautiful, and smooth.  So wet.  So very, very wet.  Because I am such a horny girl!  Look, how my juices dribble down onto the rubber sheet below me.  The soft, shiny, black rubber sheet."  She trailed the loops over Daniella's forehead, and the slave's eyes drooped closed for a moment, then re-opened.  "Watching my pussy dribble makes your own pussy drip.  Doesn't it, slave?"  Daniella's head nodded, though she wasn't even sure what she was agreeing to.  She just felt like the region between her thighs had turned entirely to liquid.  "Yes, such a wet, drippy pussy you have.  Look at my clit.  How it peeks out from under the hood.  Pulsing... pulsing...  So hard, now.  Your clit is pulsing, just like mine.  Such a hard, little button, aching to be stroked and touched."  A moan escaped from Daniella's throat, starting low, then rising up to a helpless squeak.  "And every pulse of your clit... you feel in your nipples."  Daniella's mouth opened wide, and her panting became labored gasping for air.  "Pulse... pulse... pulse...  Your nipples need to be touched.  Pulse... Need to be stroked.  Pulse...  Need to be pinched...  Pinch them!"

Daniella's hands leaped up from the floor, and began to squeeze her nipples.

"Harder... and harder... and harder..." Mistress commanded.  "Dig your fingernails into your nipples!  Tug on them!"

The slave's finger and thumb nails began to press into her nipples, as she stretched and pulled them.  Each pinch felt so good -- the more it hurt, the harder Daniella pinched.  Her hands twisted and shifted, thumbs below, thumbs on top.  Squeezing, pulling.  Pinching -- almost brutally, because it felt so good.  Her hips were pumping against the air -- but Dominica could hear the thump... thump... thump... as the slave's ass pumped downward, knocking the flared end of the butt plug against the floor.

"Look what I have for you, slave."  Mistress' left hand rose up from behind her, and dangled a black rubber glove in front of Daniella's face.

The slave stared at the shiny glove, while she continued to pinch her nipples, and pump her ass against the floor.  Her voice repeated a mindless "uh... uh... uh..." sound as she pinched and pumped -- lost, consumed by her need for sensation, her need to cum.

"Stop!" Mistress commanded.

Daniella held completely still.  Fingernails tightly pressed into her stretched nipples.  Mistress' shiny, black rubber glove, her entire world.

"Watch, now, slave," Dominica continued.  "Watch as I trail my magic rubber glove over my hands... and up my arms...  Watch how the rubber sticks to my skin...  And spreads...  Covering all my skin..."  Daniella could see little streaks of black rubber on Mistress' forearms.  They began as short, and narrow.  Then they became longer, stretching past her elbows, up to her shoulders.  Widening, stretching... wrapping around Mistress' arms, covering them with black, shiny rubber. 

"Watch as I trail the black rubber glove down my chest... over my breasts..."  Dominica made a figure-eight with the glove, and Daniella saw the rubber swirl over Mistress' breasts, encasing them in tight, black rubber.  "Down my tummy...  You so love watching the black, shiny rubber spread over my breasts... and tummy...  Down to my pussy..."  The rubber began to spread over Dominica's hips, back around her buttocks, forward over her dripping cunt -- sealing it off from Daniella's view.  "Down my thighs.  Covering my thighs.  Covering my ass.  You can even imagine it oozing down inside my boots, covering every inch of my legs... my feet... my toes..."  The mental image of Dominica's toes made Daniella catch her breath.  The mental image of her toes covered in rubber made Daniella's voice begin to moan -- a long, lost-dog whine -- while her eyes stared into nowhere, seeing only what was in her mind.

"Watch, now, my little girl," Dominica commanded.  She shifted her hips forward, giving Daniella a close view of her rubber-encased pussy.  And then she reached down, and held the tip of the long, red nail of her index finger, just at the base of her cleft.  "Watch the rubber split open," she said, "as I run the tip of my fingernail up my snatch."  She trailed her hand up... up... up... all the way to her clit.  And Daniella saw the rubber split open, as if it had been cut -- revealing the pink inside of Dominica's wet pussy, surrounded by tight, shiny, black rubber.

MzDominica held her hands forward, and began pulling on the laces again... separating them.  "One of my favorite books of all time," she said, "one that I have never regretted purchasing -- or reading..."  She trailed the laces out at full length, draping them over her thighs.  "Was a book on sailors' knots."  Her throaty chuckle almost distracted the slave from her frozen position, kneeling, with her nails digging into her stretched nipples. 

Dominica picked up two of the laces, and held them end to end.  "There are all kinds of knots... for different purposes..."  She twisted the end of one lace over the end of another, around, and back again.  Then pulled.  "For tying two strings into a longer one, there's the square knot."  She tugged, and the laces fell apart.  "If you do it wrong, they won't stay -- that's called a granny knot."  She twisted the ends of the laces over each other once again, and pulled.  The laces held.  "But the square knot stays tight."  She pulled the ends of one cord.  "Until you WANT to separate them."  The cord seemed to twist of its own will, as Mistress pulled, into a loop.  "And then, you can just slide them apart!"  Dominica demonstrated, sliding one cord off the other, as if they had never been tied at all.

Then Mistress set one cord down, and began tying a series of little knots in the other, about an inch apart.  She worked on the string directly in front of her dripping pussy -- and Daniella was torn between watching Mistress' fingers, twisting and looping the cord, and gazing at the puffy, pink flesh, surrounded by black rubber.

"Another knot..." Dominica said, as she finished, "is the slip knot.  Just pull..."  She tugged the ends of the cord and the knots seemed to vanish... one after the other... like a magic trick, leaving a long, straight string -- inches away from her wet cunt.  "But the overhand knot..." she twisted the cord, looping it through itself, "stays..."  Knot after knot, about an inch apart, Dominica tied a series of little bumps in the cord, then held the string up in front of her slave... so she could get a good look.  Daniella did not know what to say... what to do.  She stared at the cord, thinking of knots, thinking of red leather.  Then her focus shifted behind the cord, to Dominica's pussy.  She began to drool.

"Good, slave," Mistress said, watching her slave begin to sink into helpless lust.  She set the knotted cord aside on her left thigh, then picked up one of the other laces.  One with no knots whatsoever.  "Deeper... and deeper... Watch my pussy.  Watch what I do with the laces, now.  MY laces.  Dominica's laces.  Watch, slave!" 

Dominica pulled one end of the string far off to her right side, holding the other end between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand.  Then she dropped the right end, and moved her right hand close to her pussy, grabbing the string, and pushing it against her inner labia, and holding it there.  Then she slowly pulled her left hand up and to the left, pulling the string, drawing it through the fingers of her right hand, as it slid against her pussy lips.  Getting soaked with her juices.  She angled her left hand higher, and let the cord slide against her clit, as it ran through her fingers.  Daniella's mind focused down to only her Mistress' cunt, and the cord sliding through it, as she squeezed her nipples harder -- still unable to move.  Dominica moaned, clearly enjoying the sensation, growing wetter even as the cord absorbed more and more of her secretions.  A tiny puddle of wetness began to form on the rubber sheet, just under Mistress' cunt.  Slowly... slowly... she pulled and pulled the cord, getting it nice and wet, until -- suddenly -- the other end slipped through her fingers.

Mistress reached up with her right hand, took the loose end, then brought her left hand down, stretching the cord sideways.  Holding it up in front of Daniella's barely-focused eyes.

"You see, my slave?" she said.  "Mine.  This is mine.  And YOU are mine."  She draped the wet cord over her right leg, picked up another of the long, smooth laces, and stretched it sideways -- dry -- in front of Daniella's panting face.  "Now, watch again."  She draped the right end of the cord out, let it drop, and brought her hands to her labia again.  "This time, feel your tongue slowly gliding up my pussy, as you watch the string slide... and glide..."  She drew the cord slowly, pressing it against her cunt, soaking it.  "Gliding up... up... up... to my clit..."  She continued to pull.  "Up... up... the cleft of my pussy...  Awww, you never seem to GET to my clit, do you?  Your tongue craves to touch my clit.  Aches for it.  Feel my juices flowing onto your tongue, as you lick up... up... up..."  She reached the end of the string, grabbed it with her right hand, and held it up, stretched sideways, glistening, in front of Daniella.  Just under her nose.  "Smell me," she said.  And Daniella inhaled deeply, engulfed in the musky vanilla scent of Mistress' cunt.

Another lace.  And another.  Mistress continued to dribble onto the cords, onto the rubber sheet.  Daniella's fingers were numb, still firmly pressed into her nipples, nails digging in.  She was like a statue -- if statues could pant -- completely frozen in place.  Too deeply fascinated, too deeply tranced, to move.

At last, MzDominica had only one cord left -- the one with all the little bumps in it, spaced an inch apart.  She was panting, too, with a huge smile on her lust-reddened face, enjoying her power over her slave every bit as much as the sensations between her legs.  She paused a moment, dangling the cord by her left hand.  Holding it in front of Daniella's eyes, that now saw only the cord and her Mistress' cunt -- but seemed to be looking somewhere in between.  She wiggled the cord, and Daniella emitted a wordless grunt, panting even harder.  Teased by the delay.  Teased by the certainty in her otherwise empty mind, of what was about to happen.

Dominica let the bottom end of the cord drop to the chair between her legs, where it lay curled into a small tangle.  Then she moved her hands to her pussy, and began to draw the cord up with her left hand, her right hand gently against her clit.  "Watch the cord, babi," she said.  "Watch every little bump of the knots against my clit."  She pulled the cord.  Bump... bump... bump...  "So many little bumps," she said.  "Mmmm, they're so good."  She continued pulling.  Bump... bump... bump...  Daniella made a little squeal in her throat, every time she saw a knot bump Mistress' clit.  Bump... bump... bump...  Soon, MzDominica reached the end of the string.  She paused.  Dangled the string in front of Daniella's eyes again.  It was now soaking wet with Mistress' juices.

She let the cord drop onto the chair again, while she continued to hold the end with her left hand.  And again, Mistress pressed the string gently against her clit, and pulled.  Bump... bump... bump...  A little faster, this time.  "You like that, don't you, slave?"

Daniella nodded, mouth open, making a breathy "Ah-hah" sound.  Never taking her eyes off Mistress' pussy, the wet, knotted cord.  Bump... bump... bump...  "You like watching your Mistress get off, don't you?"  Daniella nodded again, panting.  "Watch now, as I pull the string faster..."  Bump... bump... bump...  "And faster..."  Bump, bump, bump.  She draped the string down on the chair again, starting over.  "And faster..."  Ba-ba-bump-bump-bump-bump-bump.  Daniella's panting was so mixed with her moans, now, she sounded like she was just saying "Hah... hah... hah..." over and over and over.  Ba-ba-ba-ba-bump-ba-bump-ba-bump-bump-bump.  Down on the chair.  Again. 

"When I cum, babi, I want you to let go of your nipples.  Not until I cum.  When I tell you."  Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump.  "And then put your hands right down on the floor.  Do you understand?"

Daniella nodded.  "Hah... hah... hah... hah..."  Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump.  Frozen, she squeezed her nipples even tighter in her numb fingers.

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bump!  Barrrrump!  Barrrrump!  Barrrump!  Dominica was pulling, dropping, pulling the string.  Faster and faster, over and over.  "Almost there, babi," she panted.  Brrrrrrump!  Brrrrrrump!  "Almost... Almost... Now!  I'm cumming!  Now, slave, let go!  Oh... oh... aahhhgggg!  Mmmm!"  Brrrrrup!  Brrrrrup!  Brrrrrrup!  Over and over again, MzDominica came and came and came, zipping the knotted cord over her cunt and clit, time and time and time again.

And Daniella, having let go of her aching nipples, was on the floor.  The pain/pleasure in her nipples, suddenly released, the pressure in her own long-denied sex, overwhelmed her.  Her arms hung at her sides, useless and numb, while she curled up into a little ball, knees on the floor, face against her thighs, rocking from side to side.  With every moan of ecstasy from her Mistress, Daniella squealed in enslaved delight -- all thoughts of her own release subsumed under those of Dominica... Dominica... Dominica...

Soon, Daniella grew aware that the room was quiet.  That her Mistress was gently stroking her shoulder with what felt like her foot.  Mmmm, it felt so good.  So relaxing.  She wanted to just lie there on the floor forever, curled up in a little ball at Mistress' feet.  Drifting... drifting...

"Danielllllaaaaa," MzDominica called.

The slave tried to remember how to do... anything.  She felt so quiet... so empty...

"Daniella, you must answer Mistress," Dominica chided.

It was so hard, even to whisper.  The slave managed to croak out, "Yes, Mistress."

"That's my girl," Dominica said.  "CUM!"

Daniella's sex began to pump, waves spreading from inside her tummy all over her torso...

"STOP!" Mistress commanded.

The waves ceased immediately.  Daniella almost let herself whimper, then felt she should stifle it.  Then realized Mistress might enjoy knowing how deeply her slave had been affected.  Her mind gave up trying to second guess anything, and just turned off, letting her react.  She whimpered, softly.

"Good girl," Dominica soothed, rubbing her foot against Daniella's shoulder again.  "Now, I want you to get up on your knees."

The slave forced herself to move as quickly as she could -- though all she wanted to do was lie on the floor in a lump.  She suddenly realized she felt stiff and sore, in every muscle.  On her knees, she found herself waking up enough that she craved to look upward into the eyes of her Mistress.  To look and see whether she was still covered in shiny black rubber, or had changed again.  But the slave looked down, remembering her place, seeing only Dominica's boots, and awaited further instructions.

"Crawl off to the bathroom, pretty girl, and take a nice, long pee.  Let everything go.  Then I want you to put your rubber panties on again.  Do you understand, slave?"

Daniella figured she must look dazed and confused.  She probably was -- and was too deep to realize it.  She answered simply, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl," Dominica replied.  Daniella quivered with delight at Mistress' words of approval.  She felt her ass wiggling of its own accord.  Like a dog wagging her tail.  Or a slave who ached to be fucked, or spanked -- and wasn't even sure which.  "Now get going.  And when you're ready, crawl to your room, remain kneeling, and wait for me."

"Yes, Mistress."  Daniella crawled down the hallway.  She was unaware of it, but she had changed, inside.  She was no longer anticipating what might happen next.  She was simply obeying.  Living in the now.  Not realizing that Mistress had not teased her with promises of what was to happen next, when she presented herself, kneeling, again wearing the remote-control panties.  She thought again about being called "good girl" -- and her ass wiggled, as she crawled down the hall.

Yes, Daniella was nice and brainwashed, unquestioning, and obedient.  Eager to please her Mistress.  Which was exactly where she needed to be... for what MzDominica had planned as the "capper" for the weekend.

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