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Megan At Last : Part II

This is only my second story ever, so there will no doubt be some things to improve on. However, this one is in my opinion better than the first. More action, no lengthy introduction, and a longer story overall. I hope you guys like this, and please share your comments so that I know what to improve on. Thanks 😛

True Story

Making Amy Wet

Making Amy WET
This story is based on true events, names changed and all.
I was in the office when a new girl was being introduced around. She was the new ‘East wing asst. mgr.’ I checked her out.
Damn, she was built nice. About 5’, nice hips, full tits, cute face, snowy blond hair, pulled back and curls down the back. She
dressed real nice, but not in a business suit. She had on a tight flowered blouse, puffy long sleeves, bright red tight slacks that
showed off her sexy shape. More of a ‘get shit done’ style, with a bunch of keys hanging off her side.
You could see her energy to do well, and no kidding around, all
business. When it came time to introduce me, the business office lady said, “This is Amy, she’s the new East wing asst. mgr. Amy, t
his is Jim. She flashed me a big smile as I shook her warm hand. Then I jerked my hand back and said, “AMY! Every ‘Amy’ I’ve
ever known was a pain in the ass! The office lady smacked me on the arm and smiled and said, “Don’t pay any attention to him!”,
then jabbed me in the ribs. Amy just kept smiling, but with a look, (you’ll be sorry you said that, wise guy!). I thought right then, I bet I can make her wet.
Later that day I was sitting outside taking a smoke break, when here she comes. Looking hotter than ever and came up to me.
“Shouldn’t you be working, Jim?” I looked at her as we both grinned. I put my hand on my heart and I said, “Yes Amy, I should,
but I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to walk by.”, and looked her up and down with a ’nice body’ look on my face. She tried to
be very professional, with her little horse power authority, but couldn’t help but grin a little. “I need some boxes moved in my
office, so after your break, report to my office,” still grinning but with a ‘so there, Mr. wise guy.’ look on her face. I stood up, a foot
taller than her and looked down at her cute face. I said, (hand on my heart again) ”Even though I don’t work for you, let’s go to your office now because I would do anything for you Amy.”
She got a little pink in the face , but I could tell she was suppressing a little grin. She put her hands on her hips with a ’he has to do what I say’ look, and said, “Follow me,”
I noticed her adding a extra little wiggle in her walk as I walked behind her. She was trying not to grin and put on a
professional look, you know, ‘all business’. We arrived at her hole in the wall office. It was a complete mess with everything not put
away and boxes every where. “Nice office, AMY,” I said, and started putting things away fast, She said she wanted this here, that
there and so on. I moved shit fast as she just watched and in no time had her office all neat. I looked up at her as she stood in the
doorway, arms folded and said, “You did a ‘fair’ job, try and be a little more careful with things, next time.” She raised one eyebrow at me and cocked her head with a ‘how did you like that, wise ass‘, look.
I smiled with a ‘fuck you lady’ look and I said in my best brown nosing voice, “Any time you need me for anything AMY, you just
page me, and I’ll be here as fast as I can.” She tried to not to grin again, but did, then quickly composed herself and said, “You can
run along now Jim. I’ll page you if I need you.” She stayed standing in the doorway as I turned sideways to pass, sucked in my
chest grinning and looking right at her beautiful tits. She couldn’t hold back and grinned with a red face as I inched past her. As I
went by her and turned, she swatted me on the ass!, and said, “Get out of here!”
As the days went by, I would steal a flower from other desks, and put them on Amy’s. I would put a candy bar in one of her
drawers. Anything I could find and sneak it into her office. Office supply’s, letter openers, notes that said, “Dear Amy, I” and nothing
more. I would pass her with my nose up in the air smiling and it would force her to grin when she didn‘t want to, and maintain her ‘all business‘ look.
Then I knew this was coming. I heard them page: ‘James report to Miss Mills office.’ (James? Oh how official.) With my cool
suppressed grin, I entered Amy’s office. She said “Sit down JAMES.” She tried to be so professional. She had on a blue blouse, nice and tight, so her tits would stick out nice, with shear light blue long sleeves, a dark blue skirt, and her blond hair pull up in the back.
She said, “James, have you been putting ’things’ in my office? “ Very straight faced. I said, “I wouldn’t do that Miss Mills, you
know that I have to much respect for you to play little games,”
She almost grinned, but kept her composure. She said, “I think
your a liar James, Glenda saw you enter this office yesterday, and I now I find some candy in my drawer.”
“OK, but (long pause) a….a… maybe….I was just doing a favor for someone who likes you?”
“and who is this person James?”
“Oh Miss Mills, he’s very shy, and I wouldn’t want to say.”
“Is he tall?” (like me)
“Oh no, a little short guy”
“Does he have sandy blond hair?” (like mine)
“Oh no, he’s bald”
With that she grinned and leaned over to me, and whispered.
( your such a fucking liar!). Her cleavage was now looming in my
face. I look at it and smiled. She sat back up pink faced and fixed the front of her blouse. I said, “Maybe if you had lunch with the guy, he would stop putting ’things’ in your office?” She didn’t answer.
“I can see why he would bring you ’gifts’, your so professional, and business like, I’m sure he admires you a lot.”
She stood up, and I stood up. She closed her door and got in my
face with her hands on her hips. We just stood there looking in each others eyes, her trying her best to suppress her grin, but couldn’t. She whispered,
(“Look you, you said ’Amy’s’ are a pain in the ass. You’re the one that’s the pain in my ass. This ’Amy’ is Not a pain in the ass,
you sly fox. You WILL take me to lunch and I will tell all about me, and you’ll see I’m…., a….) I just leaned forward and kissed
her. Her eyes went wide open in shock. She gasp. She couldn’t speak. She put her hand to her throat to catch her breath. I just
stood there looking in her blue eyes. She whispered, (why you brazen little shit!, When we go to lunch I’m going to set down
some rules for you! Rule number 1 is don’t you EVER kiss me at work!)
I whispered back, (“why, does it make you wet?)
If looks could kill I would be dead at that point. With an evil look and scowl she whispered loud, ( “I should slap your face! For
your information I have a boyfriend and I don’t need you to…”) I interrupted her and whispered, ( “damn your beautiful, he doesn’t
stand a chance with me around.”) She just glared at me. She said, “We have to talk mister, you be at that little caf?own at 2nd and
Vista streets at noon today!, and don’t be late!” I said,
“Yes Madam , oh, since we won’t be at work, can I kiss you there?” She got red in the face and said, “GO, get out of this office!” I left quickly and checked the time. 2 hours to go. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Those tits, that ass, she was so hot.
What Amy didn’t know.
She didn’t know I was spying on her boss. A real asshole and selling company secrets we suspected. I actually worked for corp.
security, but was posing as “Office coordinator 7”, the highest so I could have access to all areas.
I got to the caf?irst and got a booth. Right on time Amy came in and sat down.
“Your buying, of course,” I said.
“NO, your buying me lunch, Mr. Trouble maker.”
“ OK, I am, you sure have beautiful eyes.”
“Never mind that, now pay attention to me.”
“I have been, a lot!”
“Do I have to really slap your face to get your attention?”
“Amy, you have broken the ‘Amy’s are a pain the ass’ curse on me. I think you’re the hottest girl I‘ve ever met.” She sat stunned for a minute, smiled and slowly shook her head, like, ‘your
impossible’
She said, “Your going to listen to me if it takes all night! ( I raised my eyebrows and mouthed the words, ‘all night?’)
Now listen up. I work for a demanding asshole. I want his job because I can do it better and your going to help me get that job.
Then I can hire a coordinator, maybe you?, if you help me.
I leaned over to her and said, “Can we kiss at work then?” She
shook her head and smiled. She leaned over and kissed me, very sexy and whispered, “Yes, we can kiss at work, if were careful.”
Well, I knew her boss was going to get fired, and his job would be hers, but I couldn’t tell her so.
“What about your boyfriend?” She laughed and said, “What boyfriend?” I said, “Why you little liar!, you have no boyfriend, do
you!” She got red in the face and talked quietly, “Looks like you’re my boyfriend now, all though ‘Jim’s’ are a pain in the ass.
You dared to ask me if that kiss made me wet. Well Mr. smart guy, I got wet the first time I met you, putting me down like you
did excited me and I was going to show you that this ‘Amy’ was not a pain in anybody ass, “ I WIN!” I said “Oh no you don‘t!,
because I made you wet, so I win.” She said, “I know I made you get a boner, so I win!.”
I moved around to her side and sat next to her. She reached over and felt my boner. I felt her leg and pussy as we both smiled
and kissed. I said, “Now that I’m your boyfriend, will you be gentle with me?” We laughed out loud. She said, “No I won’t, your
going to come over to my place TONIGHT, and you WILL bring me flowers and candy at 8 o’clock. Then I will give you instructions from there.” (oooo bossy!)
I looked down her blouse at those wonderful tits, and sighed. She whispered, (“you like my tits?, well I like what I feel in your
pants. You better not be late tonight or you won’t even get to touch them!”) We were in heaven, knowing tonight we were going to fuck ourselves crazy.
We went back to work and paid no attention to each other. I needed more proof on her boss, to make sure he got fired. As luck
would have it, Amy walked by me and said, “Here Jim, would you put this in the mail please, “ and just walked on by. It had no
stamps on it and no return address. I would have to go to the cashier and have her stamp the postage on it. I headed for security.
Glenn, my boss carefully opened it. It was just what we needed to nail Amy’s boss. I couldn’t tell Amy yet.
I arrived at Amy’s house and rang the door bell. She answered the door in a white nightgown. I stood speechless. She said, “Well,
get your ass in here!” I handed her first a weed from her yard and 3 M&M’s. We laughed as she just stood there looking at them in her
hand. Then I went to my car and brought in fresh flowers and a fancy box of candy. We kissed so hot I was on fire as she fondled
my boner and I felt those tits (no bra) for the first time. “Stand right here.” she commanded. She laid on the couch and said, “Feed me
some candy. Hand me that glass of wine, feel my tits, kiss me, rub my pussy, more wine, more kisses.” (It was nice work,)
Finally I whispered, “Excuse me Amy, but I would really like to get naked and lick your pussy.” She said, “Get naked? I’ll
undress you when I’m good and ready, and I’m ready right now, and eat my pussy? I’ll let you know about that in a minuet.” She
pulled me into her bedroom and we undressed each other, kissing all the way. Wow, she had a hot body, sweet butt, nice hips, hot
legs and ’those’ tits. I held her face in my hands, as she held my dick. I said softly, “Amy you’re driving me wonderfully crazy”
She said, “I knew I would, I win.” I held her shoulders and said, “Oh no you don’t!, you bossy little shit!, now get in that bed and spread um!
She said, “ooooo, yes boss!” I pushed her on to the bed and started licking her sweet pussy as she moaned. I licked her clit to
watch her squirm, I ran my fingers in her pussy and massaged it deep, She orgasmed hard and shook. She pulled my other hand up
to feel her tits. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, I moved up and rubbed my dick on her pussy. She said, “Oh boss, are you going to make me have sex with you?”
I said, “Yes, you DO want that promotion don’t you?” We giggled as I pushed my dick in her. Damn, we started fucking us
hard, deep. She turned into a wild woman, wrapping her hot legs around me saying, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, over and over. She
was tight and felt so good as we fucked faster and faster, she kept moaning ’oh Jim, you feel so good’ and then she orgasmed hard
and stiffened up and yelled, “Yesssssssss!” I let go with all I had. I could feel my hot cum thrust into her hot pussy, pumping and
pumping. Damn, she could make her pussy squeeze my dick so good! We lay spent for a long time. I left her sleeping as I went home in a happy daze.
Her boss was gone in 3 days. I asked my boss if I could play a little trick on her. She was already chosen to take his place. She
was not to be told until 9am Monday morning I had my boss take me to her new office like he was showing me around, like I was the
new boss. Amy watched and figured she didn’t get the job, but why did they pick me? She was all confused. I sat at the office desk
with my feet up and buzzed her to come in. She came in trying not to look disappointed. I told her to sit down.
I said, ”Well, how do I look as YOUR new boss?” She was painfully stunned, but tried to be happy for me. I said, “Oh there is
something under my desk would you get it for me girl.” I scooted back in my chair, not helping her at all. I could tell she was livid.
First me calling her ‘girl’, and then making her do this. She had to crawl way under on her hands and knees, (oooo, what an ass!) and
picked up a desk name plate, lying face down. She backed out all red faced and got up. I said, “Read it.”
It said ‘AMY MILLS East Wing manager’ on it. I said, “You win.” She began to tear up, and just stood stunned, holding her new
name plate. I held her as the tears flowed. I yelled, “OK.” and a bunch of people all came in to congratulate her.
I explained it all later as we lay naked in bed that night, all snuggled up and me playing with her tits. She looked at me with an
evil grin this time. (she had that ’paybacks are hell’ look in her eyes).
She rolled on top of me, holding my arms down next to my head and said, “You little shit!, so you knew all this the whole
time?” I smiled and said, “Miss pain in the ass AMY, I told you I would do anything for you.” She giggled, and rolled me on top of
her now. She took her feet and pushed me off end of the bed! With her legs dangling off the end, her hands behind her head said,
“ OH, Now look what you’ve done, I’m all wet!, Well,,,, I’m a big boss now, so you just get down there on YOUR hands an knees
and lick my pussy!, RIGHT NOW!
I said, “yesssssss boss”.

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Unpaid Overtime #2

When we got to Jessica’s house, we got out of our vehicles, and walked inside. She had a two story house with a full basement. As we walked in, Jessica took her and Katie’s bras that she had from work, and threw them on the living room couch with her purse. Katie set her purse down on the couch as well.
“So, what do you guys want to drink?” Jessica walked into her kitchen and opened up a cupboard. It was her liquor cabinet. She had almost anything anyone would want in there. “Come here, pick your poison.”
Katie and I walked over to the cupboard and looked through it for a minute. “I’ll have a vodka-cranberry. You got cranberry juice?” Katie asked.
“Yup, it’s in the refrigerator. Jeremy? Whaddya want?”
“Oh, I’ll be easy, just a rum and coke. But make it a double. It’s been a long, hard week.” I looked at Katie, “No pun intended.”
Katie said, “Yeah right. No, I agree it did seem like a long week.”
Jessica poured our drinks and led us downstairs. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Jessica turned on the lights. Her basement was big; she must have had the wall taken out to create more room. It was set up like a large bar. Neon lights on the walls, a dart board in the corner, there was a pool table and a full wet bar with two taps for beer. It was very nice. “Look, there, the grand finale,” Jessica pointed to the opposite corner. She had a small stage built and s shiny silver pole went from floor to ceiling. “Let me turn on the stage lights, hold on.” Jessica walked over behind the bar, flipped a switch and three spotlights turned on all facing the stage.
“That’s great! I love your basement. It’s big.” I told Jessica as I took a swig of my cocktail.
“Thanks. Yeah, we took the bedroom walls out a couple of years ago to make more room.”
“We?” I asked.
“Yeah, my boyfriend at the time and I. We broke up about a year ago and I kept the house. Let’s not talk about him, he’s an ass hole! So, Katie, are you ready to make some money?”
“Uh, no, not yet. You know that I need to get a couple of drinks in me before I even get close to that thing. Let’s play some pool for a bit.”
“I knew you would say that. I know how much you like wood sticks and balls.” Jessica said, walking over to take the cover off of the table.
“Shut up, you like ‘em too, and you know it. I honestly wanted to play a game or two of pool.”
“Hey,” I chimed in, “I have an idea. Let’s play cut-throat. And, to make it more interesting, I think if when you miss a shot, you either have to take a shot or take an article of clothes off. What do you say?”
Jessica got a big grin on her face, “Hell yeah. That sounds like a good idea. Katie, you in?”
“Yeah, sure, why not. I’m probably gonna be the first one drunk and naked anyway. Why not speed up the process?”
“Sweet, I’ll let you two fight over who wants to break. I’ll go last.”
“Katie, you can break, you’re the guest. I gotta warn you Jeremy, I don’t lose often. Ask Katie.”
Katie nodded her head. “That’s fine; I haven’t played in a while, so I’m probably not that great anyway.”
I racked the balls in the triangle and Katie broke. The game went on and after a while, Jessica and Katie only had their underwear and skirts on. I still had my shirt, pants and boxers on, but it was my turn. I got the cue, and went on a rampage, clearing the table. “Huh, looks like I won. Sorry girls. Another game?”
“Sure,” Katie said. “Do we start completely over? Or do we stay like this?”
“That is up to you two.”
Jessica spoke up, “I say we start over and make it fair.” We all put our clothes back on and I broke, sinking the 7 ball. I lined up for my next shot when Jessica walked over behind the pocked I was shooting at. She turned around, and bent over, exposing her ass to me, and the small g-string that barely covered anything and split her right up the middle. “Oops, I think I dropped something. Let me grab it.” She stayed there, like that, until I shot the ball. I missed badly. “Huh, Mr. Pool Shark missed a shot. Katie, pants or shirt?”
“Pants.” Jessica came over to me, unbuckled my belt and undid my button and zipper. She pulled my pants down to my ankles and pulled them off. My erection was sticking almost out of my boxers. As Jessica stood up, she brushed her hand against my hard-on, making it pop out of the opening in the front of my boxers.
“Well, well, what is this?” She grasped it, knelt down and studied it closely.
“I think you’re supposed to put it in your mouth Jessica,” Katie said as she walked over to us.
“Oh, like this?” Jessica opened her mouth, aimed my cock at it and inserted me into her mouth. “Hmmmm. That is nice.”
Playing along, Katie walked up, got on her knees and said, “What does it taste like Jess? Let me try it.” Jessica removed my cock from her mouth, but still holding it in her hand, guided me into Katie’s mouth. “Wow that is good. I need one of these all the time.” Katie bobbed her head back and forth on my rod as Jessica stroked me. Katie reached up to her shirt and started to unbutton it.
“Oh no you don’t. You can’t get away with it that easily girl,” Jessica said. “I know what you’re doing. You still gotta get up on the pole and strip for us.”
“Damn, at least I tried to get out of it. Well,” Katie chugged the rest of her drink, “Let’s go then.” She stood up and walked over to the stripper pole. Jessica stood up, still with my cock in her hand, and pulled me gently over to the chairs in front of the pole. I sat down, Jessica picked up Katie’s and my glasses, walked over behind the bar, turned on the music and refilled our glasses.
Jessica walked back over and handed me and Katie our drinks. Katie had another sip, set her glass down and started to move with the music. Jessica filled up her glass again, and came and sat in the chair next to me. She handed me a paper-clipped stack of Monopoly money and had one for herself. I looked at it and grinned. “I can’t give you real money, I don’t make that much,” Jessica said as she took a drink then set her glass on the table. We started tossing our fake money at Katie as she danced. She turned around, bent over and grabbed her ankles. She slowly stood up, sliding her hands up her legs, over her ass, across her stomach, pulling her shirt up a little, and brought her hands to her hair, pulling it up on the top of her head. She reached out, grabbed the pole and spun herself around it, ending up sitting on the stage floor with the pole pressing up against her crotch. She brought her right leg up around the pole and turned so she was on all fours, facing away from us. She crawled backwards toward me, putting her feet on either side of my head, and backed her ass up to my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked the small string going up her ass crack. “That’s hot!” Jessica said.
Katie crawled back fully onto the stage, spun around on her knees, and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. Jessica and I each took a few fake bills and set them on the edge of the stage. Katie unbuttoned her shirt all the way, but left it on. She bent over and picked up the money by squeezing her tits together on it. She stood up on her knees, holding her tits, then let go of them, letting the money fall to the floor. She stood up onto her feet, turned around and started to unzip her skirt. She slid it down her legs, bending over at the waist, and kicked it off at Jessica. Jessica caught it and threw it to the side. Katie brought her hands up the back of her legs and slipped her thumbs under her g-string. “Yeah, take it off girl!” Jessica yelled over the music. Katie slowly slid her g-string down her ass, stopping half way. She stood up, turned around and opened up her shirt, baring her beautiful chest. I felt the blood rushing back into my cock so I took a few more dollars and threw them at her. I saw Katie’s eyes as they drifted down my body to my re-hardening cock. She slid her shirt off of her arms, twirled it around in the air laughing and threw it at me. I tossed it to the side and refocused on her body.
Katie reached for the pole again, and spun around it a couple of times. She got back down on all fours and started to crawl toward Jessica. Jessica took a couple bills and put them in her mouth. Katie, rolled around so she was on her back and scooted toward Jessica, ass first. “Come here sweetie, I have something for you,” Jessica said. Katie moved so her feet were on either side of Jessica’s shoulders and brought her pussy up to Jessica’s face. Jessica moved her face up and laid the money on Katie’s shaved mound right above her pussy, and then she grabbed her g-string with her teeth and pulled her head back. Katie scooted backward on her ass letting Jessica keep the g-string in her mouth. Katie was now naked except for her shoes. I looked over to Jessica and saw that she was looking down at my cock that was growing harder each second. Katie turned around, got up on all fours again, and crawled back to the pole. My eyes turned to her glistening pussy while Jessica’s were still fixated on my cock. I watched as Katie got up on her feet, keeping her hands on the floor, and spreading her legs. Her pussy and ass were right there, waiting to be touched. I reached out but she was too far away. As I brought my hand back to my lap, I felt Jessica’s hand grasp my hard-on.
“Huh, what’s this mister?” She started to slowly stroke my shaft. She brought her other hand over and slid my boxers off.
“Now that’s not real fair,” Katie said. “Jessica, you’re the only one with your clothes still on. Come on Jeremy, Let’s get her naked too. I reached over and peeled Jessica out of her shirt as Katie leaned down and slid her mini-skirt off, pulling her g-string with it, exposing her cleanly shaven pussy. Jessica spread her legs a little and returned her hand to my cock. Katie got back up on the stage and continued dancing. She lay down on her back, spread her legs and started to rub her pussy with one hand as the other one grabbed her breast. Jessica looked up to see this. We both watched Katie for a little while. Jessica then turned to me, leaned over and aimed my cock at her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and made circles around the tip. Katie crawled over behind Jessica and spanked her. “NO! That’s mine.”
“Oh, sorry,” Jessica said as she sat back up.
Katie got back on the stage on all fours again. She crawled over to me, looked at Jessica and said, “See?” She grabbed my cock and put me into her mouth. She slowly slid her head down, taking the length of my cock into her mouth. She got her lips all the way to the base of my shaft the first time down. When she brought her head back up, she looked at me and smiled. “Do you like that Jeremy?”
“Oh yeah, that’s great. You can do that again.” I said.
Jessica stood up out of her chair and walked over behind me as Katie swallowed my cock again. Jessica put her hands on my chest and ran her fingernails down my chest and then back up. As she did this, she pressed her tits into the back of my shoulders. I could feel her nipples sticking out and poking me. I brought one of my hands behind me, found her leg and started to rub her inner thigh. Katie pulled her head up, releasing my dick from her mouth, turned her head sideways and licked my pole top to bottom and back up. The feeling was amazing. I tried to slide my hand up to Jessica’s crotch, but with her shoes still on, she was too tall. I grabbed her leg and pulled her around to the side of me. I pulled her leg up and put her foot on my leg, opening up her legs right in front of my face.
I leaned over and started to lick and kiss her inner thighs as Katie continued the oral assault on my cock, taking me into her mouth and bobbing up and down. Jessica started to moan the more I kissed her thighs. I slid my hand around to her ass, squeezed it, and pulled her pussy into my face. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her clit. Katie pulled her head off of my cock and crawled up onto my lap. She sat down on my lap, pushing my cock up against my abdomen. She started to grind her wet pussy against my shaft. Jessica was getting nice and wet as I continued to lick her clit. I slid my thumb underneath her and inserted it into her wet slit. I brought my other hand to Katie. I found her stomach, ran my hand up to her chest, flicking her nipples with each finger as I went over them. Then, I took my hand, slid it down her chest, over her stomach, and down to her clit. My thumb landed on her clit and I started to rub it as she continued to grind on my cock. She started to grind faster on me the more I rubbed her. Jessica reached down with her hand, grabbed my cock, pushing Katie back, and started to stroke me. She stroked me a couple of times then aimed my cock down at Katie’s wet pussy. Katie raised herself up over my hard-on, and lowered herself onto me. This time, she was hot inside. It was nice and warm earlier, but now she was hot.
Jessica let go of my cock as Katie lowered herself all the way onto me and continued grinding. I never stopped licking Jessica’s clit; I moved my tongue faster over her clit. Jessica started to moan more. My brought my hand up from Katie’s clit to her chest and started to pull on her nipples. “Yeah, do that Jeremy. I love that!” I pulled harder on them and licked Jessica’s pussy faster. Jessica kept moaning more and more. “Shit, if it’s really that good Jess, you wanna switch? I need a good pussy licking.”
Jessica took her foot off of my leg as Katie stood up off of my cock. “Yeah,” Jessica said, “I want to feel his cock in my pussy.” They switched places. Katie put her leg up on me as Jessica had hers and Jessica positioned herself over my cock. She grabbed it and lowered herself on me. “Oh my God that’s big Kate.”
“I told you it was. I thought you could handle it no matter what size it was?”
“I though so, but damn,” Jessica replied. She lowered herself slowly half way onto my cock then she brought herself back up taking me out of her. She was trying to catch her breath. Jessica lowered herself again. I felt my head press against her wet slit as I started to lick and kiss Katie’s wet pussy. I ran my tongue from her clit, over her lips, to her g-spot and back. I could hear Katie start to moan a little so I moved my tongue around her clit faster. Jessica had re-inserted me into her and was trying to get her tight pussy all the way down on my cock. She was so tight it almost hurt. It felt so good to have such a tight pussy engulf my hard-on. She gasped and pushed herself down onto me and finally got the length of my cock into her. She sat there for a minute trying to catch her breath and make her pussy relax and open up to accept my rather large cock. Jessica slid back up and down again, moving slowly. I could feel her start to loosen and I could feel her juices lubing me up. She started to get more comfortable and began to move up and down on me a little faster. Katie was moaning now from my tongue going crazy on her clit. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her slit more. I moved my tongue down and stuck it into her pussy. She tasted so good. I pushed into her a few more times then returned to her clit. I brought my hand up to her crotch and stuck one finger into her. This was pretty loose so I stuck a second one in, then a third. I had three fingers in her snatch and my tongue on her clit. Katie was moving her hips back and forth with the movement of my hand and tongue.
Jessica was bouncing up and down easier now, taking the full length of me into her cunt. She started to moan louder the more she fucked me. I was pumping against her movements, making sure I was penetrating her all the way. Katie grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard into her pussy. She started to scream and moan louder. She grabbed a handful of my hair, and said, “Open your mouth Jeremy. I’m gonna cu…OH SHIT! HERE IT COMES!” She yelled. I felt the small spray of her juice hit my tongue and lips. She tried to pull me mouth into her more but I couldn’t get any closer. I rotated my head side to side, keeping my mouth open around her pussy, but rubbing my top lip on her clit as much as I could, causing her to go crazy. The feel and taste of her cum in my mouth, made my balls tighten up. I twitched my cock inside of Jessica. She returned it by squeezing my cock with her already tight pussy.
“Oh my God Jess, I’m about to cum. I’m gonna cum!” I said in ecstasy.
“Go inside me. I love the feel of cum in my pussy.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I got my shot Wednesday. I’m good. Now fuckin’ cum in me.”
Her pussy tightened up around my cock more as I felt my balls push the cum up my shaft. I pushed up into her hard and let my cock explode into her pussy. Jessica screamed out of pleasure as she climaxed. She leaned toward me, grabbed my head out of Katie’s crotch and directed me to her chest. “Bite ‘em. Bite my tits,” she commended me. I obliged. I opened my mouth stuck my tongue out to find her nipple, and started to bite down on it. Katie reached her hand in between us and started rubbing Jessica’s clit. Jessica screamed more, tightened up her pussy and held her breath. I could feel her juices dripping down the base of my cock and onto my balls.
“Oh my God that was great!” I said, gasping for air. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I mentally had to tell myself to breathe. I finally caught up with my heartbeat and pulled my head out of Jessica’s chest. I picked my head up and looked at Katie and Jessica. I was speechless, but they knew exactly what I was thinking. They each smiled at me, leaned down and kissed me, then each other. Jessica slowly stood up off of my cock, sliding it out of her dripping pussy. Katie bent down to lick Jessica’s juices off of me. She inserted me into her mouth, running her tongue over the tip, making me pull my sensitive cock quickly out of her mouth.
Jessica took a couple steps back and sat on the stage. I looked at her pussy. It was dripping wet and it appeared to be stretched out from my cock. “Look,” she said, pointing at her pussy. “I’m all wet and stretched out now. Damn that was a great fuck. Jeremy, your cock is amazing! I haven’t fucked like that in a long time. Holy shit.” She leaned back, putting her hands on the stage and caught her breath.
Katie stood up, letting my softening cock fall out of her mouth, and said, “You sure know how to eat a girl out too. That was great! I’m so glad I had the nerve to talk to you earlier. Otherwise, Jess and I would be out at some bar, getting hit on by some guys that we don’t even want to look at. Thanks for coming over.”

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Locked in the Past part 5

As I pulled into the driveway, I was surpised to see Richard’s car. When I walked in the front door, he was on the couch, talking with Pat. I was greeted with their hellos, but Pat did not bother to meet me with the usual hug and kiss, an oversight I normally would not have noticed. I excused myself to get a shower.
In the bathroom, I stepped out of my shorts and wondered how I could hide the bloodstains from Pat. I decided to dispose of them rather than risk any embarrasing questions. My rectum was swollen. Every move I made brought fresh pain. I stepped in the shower and tried to wash away the day’s events before dressing for the meal.
Pat met me as I started out the bedroom door. “Why didn’t you tell me that you had invited Richard to spend the night,” she demanded.
That was the first time I had thought about it again. “I had other things on my mind and just failed to call you,” I said honestly. “Honey, I am really sorry. He said he could go to a motel if he needed to,” I offered weakly.
“No, he is not going to a motel after you invited him to stay with us,” she said angrily. ” I don’t know how you can be so inconsiderate of me and the kids. I’ve put him in Roy’s room and Roy will go to the basement tonight, just like we had planned when he stays with us next week, but it would have helped if I had been given a little lead time. Richard helped me change those sheets make up the other bed. He was embarrassed about my not knowing.”
“I didn’t know he was coming over so early,” I said. “I could have helped do those things after I got here.”
“Yeah, if you had even thought about it then,” she snapped. “He came early to take a shower. He was very apologetic when he realized I didn’t know you invited him. It’s done now and everything is taken care of, thanks to his helpfulness.”
On that note, we drove to The Utopian for our “special” family evening.
The mood in the club was subdued and the crowd smaller than usual, but the food was superb. In the elegant setting everyone seemed relaxed and serene, a welcome change from the grieving and tension of 9/11. While waiting for the main course, Richard asked Pat to dance. She tried to beg off, but at the urging of Richard and the kids, she accompanied him to the dance floor. I watched as she glided into his arms and begin to follow his lead. Richard was a surprisingly graceful dancer. Patty seemed impressed with his skill and soon they were talking and laughing as they floated across the floor. One dance turned into two and then three, before they returned to the table.
After ordering desert, Richard asked June to dance. She immediately took his arm and joined several other couples on the dance floor. “You really smell good, she said as she moved comfortably into his arms and begin to sway to the beat of the music. Richard smiled. He was glad he remembered to put on some more of the special cologne after his shower.
After dancing a couple of minutes Richard said to her, “Tell me something.”
“Ok shoot,” June smilled, ‘what do you want to know?”
“Do your folks know that you are sexually active?,” he asked.
June’s eyes opened wide in surprise, “No, they don’t,” she gasped. Then trying to cover up her tacit admission, she asked, “Why would you think that I was, ah..uh..active in that way?”
“I can’t explain how, but I can sense it after I’ve been around someone for a little while. I don’t know really, but it is like the girlishness is missing and something seems to shout, I’m a woman and proud of it. Your total demeanor says that you know the glory of being a woman. You are not a little girl anymore are you?” (He failed to also tell her he had looked in her purse when he visited Monday afternoon and found the birth control pills he suspected she was taking.)
She searched his eyes, trying to figure if he was conning her or not, then a smile played at the corners of her mouth. Finally she said, I just hope my Dad doesn’t have your senses.”
“I take it that he doesn’t know. What about your Mom?,” he pressed.
“I don’t know. I really don’t think so. A couple of times I thougth she might, but she has never mentioned it and I think if she knew, she would have plenty to say. If Dad even thought something was going on, he would go ballistic,”June told him honestly, sounding almost glad have find someone to whom she share this part of her life..
“I can understand where Jim is coming from,” Richard told her. He laughed like he was enjoying a private joke and then said: “If you were my daughter, I might shoot anyone who came around looking like they wanted to get into your panties. But if Roy was my son, I would be trying to teach him how to get in every girl’s pants in school and half the teacher’s too. Is that a double standard or what,” he asked.
It was June’s turn to laugh. “I think that qualifies as a double standard. So you think it is fine for the boys to have all the fun, but it’s off limits to the girls huh.” she joked.
“No, not off limits to all the girls, just my daughters,” he grinned back at her.
As they continued dancing, June had a wicked idea. She moved closer to him until their bodies rubbed together. She pushed her pelvis hard against him and looked up at him with a smile that promised a feast of carnal delight. He arched an eye brow as their eyes met . “I know I am an old man to you, but I want you to know my gun is fully loaded and it knows how to shoot the light out. You better back off if you don’t mean it, or you may end up being used for target practice,” he said in a light hearted tone.
They were on the far side of the dance floor from their table. Looking him in the eye, she slipped her hand between them to gave his hardening dick and a hard squeeze. “I take it you mean it,” he said. “When do you plan to deliever?”
“You are spending the night. Do youI know a better time?” When he did not reply, she said, “My room is next to the one you will be sleeping in and Mom and Dad are on the other end of the house. I plan to be there all night with the door open,'”she winked. Then in pure devilment she broke away from him and guided him back to their table, knowing full well his tented trousers could be seen by anyone who bothered to notice.
After desert, Richard handed envelopes to Roy and June. Inside was a gift certificate to the major electronics store in their town. June squealed as she looked at the amount. Roy’s face broke into a big grin, as he said “Gosh, Mr. Holt, thanks a lot.”
Richard was obviously pleased. “You can call me Uncle Richy. I was so close to your Dad as we grew up that you seem like mine. I hope you will get something to remember me by.” Then turning to Pat, he said, “Lets get some more dancing in before we leave.” This time there was no protest. Pat’s face broke into a delighted smile, as she took his arm.
They had hardly began dancing when that dance ended and the lights dimmed. Richard was disappointed. “Was that the last dance,” he asked.
Pat smiled and said, “Oh no! We are getting ready to do what Jim calls “the adultry dance,” and gave Richard a sly wink. “The romantic music starts now and everyone trys to grab someone else’s spouse,” she said. As the slow dance music began she moved her body closer to his and lay her head on his sholder. “I just love your colonge,” she cooed as their bodies merged together to the soft music.
“Wow,” Richard thought. “I think she is out to seduce me.” He grinned . “Mark up another one for the pheromones,” he noted as he felt a stirring in his groin.
Pat moved her head slightly and begin kissing and rubbing her tongue over his closely shaved neck. Her lips would alternate between gently sucking and kissing as they enjoyed the sensual friction of their bodies moving together. He moved his hand lower until it rested on her beautifully shaped buttock. He gently push her closer and she responded by grinding her pubic area into his body and sucked harder on his neck. “Don’t go and give me a hickey now. It might be difficult to explain how Uncle Richy got a hickey while dancing with Mommy,” he cauctioned.
“Oh, I didn’t even realize what I was doing,” she whispered, as her lips pulled away. “That could cause some problems,” she agreed, and as if to compensate for ending the kisses, she pressed all her body against him in a full body hug.
He looked into the eyes of his beautiful temptress and in a voice choking with desire, he said: “You are a gorgeous woman. You have the face of a beauty queen and the body of a movie star. Jim has gained about 50 or 60 pounds since I last saw him, but you are really trim and sexy. He is one lucky guy.”
“You are such a sweetheart,” she replied, pulling his head down to for a epassionat kiss. As her tongue move inside him his dick came to full attention. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “Ough oh, I think somebody just woke up.”
Richard jerked his head toward the table to see what she meant. She laughed at his confusion. “I don’t mean over yonder. I mean down there,” she snickered.
“Oh, that,” he grunted. He was at a loss for words. He couldn’t believe she was being so bold. “This gal is one hot momma,” he thought to himself. ” I won’t need Jim’s help to get in her pants, but I may need it to get out. He knew it was his for the taking, and he did plan to take.
For the second time that night, Richard left the dance floor with a raging hard on. He decided on a rather bold move himself. Walking slightly behind Pat to shield the obvious tent, he seated her and as he turned to take his own seat, he brushed his hard dick against June’s arm. Her reaction was all he hoped for as she jumped in surprise. Ignoring her he took his seat on her other side pretending not to notice the puzzled grin on her face. No sooner had he taken his seat than he felt June’s hand grab and squeeze his enlarged cock. “Damn, I can’t believe how agressive these two are.” “Like mother, like daughter,” he thought to himself
As they drove back home, Richard remarked how tired he was. “I didn’t get but about three hours of sleep last night, and I am beat. I knew I could never make it home. That’s why I was going to get a motel room for the night.” Soon after they pulled out of the parking lot, he laid his head on his door window and feigned sleep. One thing for sure, he knew he couldn’t have momma and daughter both meeting in his room. He had promised June. Momma would have to wait till next Friday night
At the house, Richard announced he would see everyone in the morning and headed for his borrowed bedroom, promptly turned off the light and snuggled under the covers. His cell phone alarm set for two hours later, lay beside him.
The vibration awaken Richard immediately, and he disarmed the phone before it made any noise. He heard only silence. Slipping to the master bedroom door he heard the deep breathing of Jim and Pat, then walked back toward June’s bedroom. Dropping his shorts, he closed her door, lifted the covers and joined her. She did not awaken. He studied her angelic facial features in the faint moonlight shining through the window. Lifting the covers he was not surprised to find her clad in a short, skimpy gown and no panties. He lifted the thin material to gaze on the lovliness of her ample breasts. His eyes traced down her narrow waist on to the flare of her curvaceous hips and to her strong slender legs. She was a beautiful young lady. She didn’t measure up to her mother yet, but she had a good start on it. He would love to see her like this in another five or six years and compare her to her mother’s voluptuous figure. That would probably never happen, but that was alright. She was certainly a lucious piece of fuckmeat for tonight and he was ready. Naughty Willie had been in Joan’s little sanctuary and deep inside Jim’s asshole, but had never be allowed to shoot his load. The waiting would soon be over.
He took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it gently. She stirred but did not awaken. His mouth covered the nipple of her other titty and he begin suck and massage it with his tongue. She moaned and began to breathe more rapidly as her body responded to his manipulations. Suddenly she awakened with a start and barely stiffled a cry. “Ohhhhh, you are here. I had given up on you,” she whispered softly.
He moved to take the other nipple in his mouth and that hand moved down to her pubes. She shivered in delight. In a few minutes her breathing was ragged and her hips were bucking against his hand as liquid fire moved out from her belly to consume her body. He knew she was on the verge of a shattering climax. Suddenly he pulled away. “I’ve got to move,” he told her. “My arm is killing me!”
He flexed his arm several times and laid back to catch his breath as the near orgasim receeded, leaving her unfulfilled and disappointed. He pulled her to him and begin kissing her on the lips. Their tongues dueled each other. She liked kissing him but her body demanded more than kisses. He pulled back until their lips were barely touching and asked her, “Has anyone ever sucked your pussy?” She quivered at the thought of it.
“No boy has ever sucked it,” she answered.
Her answer surprized him. “But it has been sucked?,” he questioned.
Without any emabarrasment she said, “Sometime when we girls get together we go down on each other and imagine what it would be like with a boy. We are not gay or anything but we do like to experiement.”
“Have you ever sucked a guy’s dick before,” he probed.
She laughed as she fought to keep herself under control. “Of course, I have. After Monica and President Clinton, we all know the guys expect it whenever we date.” Teasingly, she asked him, “Didn’t the girls do that for you when you were in school?”
“Not hardly,” he asnwered her, “But if you are so good I would be glad to let you show me how it’s done,” he challenged her.
Her disappointment of being left hanging a few moments before, vanished from her face. She looked at him with a titilating smile. “You want me to show you what you missed?”
“I’m up to it if you are,” he told her.
“Ok old man, if you think you can handle it,” she teased as she moved her head between his legs. She grasped his hardened dick and examined it in the dim moonlight. “You are pretty big,” she said and then took the head in her mouth.
He quickly realized she knew her business. She had all the skills of her old man, blended with the softness of her femininity. She knew all the sensitive spots and found them with her knowing tongue. She licked his sac and gently sucked his balls into her mouth. She licked the shaft, sucked and bobbed up and down over it. Soon he was at the verge of a major climax. “No!, he told her. Not yet. Stop.” He tried to free himself from her mouth, but suddenly she did something no one else had ever done. She swallowed his whole organ in her throat and milked him dry. He couldn’t remember ever having a climax to equal that moment. It seemed like massive loads of his sex gravy shot from his balls down through her throat and into her belly. His whole body tingled. He felt the goosebumps in his scalp, down his back and under his balls to the opening of his anus. He surrendered to the sensations that seemed to thrill every nerve in his body. Then he lay there totally spent, as his balls tried to find more seman to expell into her mouth.
As his penis shriveled and sought to hide in his thick pubic hair, June, released him and moved up to his mouth. There she expell his sperm and her slobbers into his open mouth. When she had drained her mouth into his, she raised up and reprimand him: “It is not nice to leave a girl hanging!”
When he was able to talk again, he told her in a shaky voice, “I’ve never had a blow job like that one. I never imagined a mouth could do all that. You are sensational.”
“The boys say I am one of the top three in the school,” she said with pride. “So. did it meet the old man’s approval?”
“Did it ever,” he said with a sigh. “I wonder if I could pass as a high school boy again? I am surely tempted to try. I wanted you to stop so we could get off together, though.”
“Then I guess you are going to have to stay a bit longer aren’t you?”
“Oh baby, after that episode, it may take me a week to get it back up again.”
It did take longer than normal and they filled that time by talking about many things. She was an excellent conversationalist and surprisingly knowlegable about many things for a 17 year old teenage. Finally she raised up on her arm and looked him directly in the eye and smiled a coquettish smile. “So Momma got you hot and bothered tonight, did she? Do you have plans to bang her too?, she asked.
He was not sure how to answer, so he deferred the question to her, “I don’t know. What do you think about it?”
She paused a moment apparently deed in thougt, “I really don’t think you could. I think there is only one lock to that box and it belongs to Daddy. But she deserves a little excitment that I don’t think she is getting. I love Dad and when some of my friends were going through divorce and being split up with their parents, I knew if something ever happened, I would want to go with Dad. But sometimes I think he is probably a better Daddy than he is a lover. So, I guess, I would be glad if you could, but I don’t think you or anybody else has much of a chance.”
“Well,” he said with a grin, “I used to know how to pick a lock. I might give it a try.”
She smiled back, and said,”Good luck!” The thought of her mother in the arms of another man beside her father apparently excited her as her breathing deepened noticeably. He also felt a familiar stirring in his groin.
He turned his attention to her body again, after their time of intermission. They kissed unhurridly, before his fingers begin toyingwith her breasts. Her passion quickly built again, having been denied her earlier release. Finally he kissed down her nipples and her full breasts, down to her belly button that he washed out with his tongue and finally to her furry mound. “Are you ready for a man to eat that thing now?,” he asked.
“Oh yes,” she squealed softly and parted her legs. “Eat my box lunch. Make me cream like never before,” she begged.
He took his time. He kissed up her thigh till the hair pricked his nose, then moved to the other thigh and kissed down to her knee. He teased, but avoided the lips of her pussy. He even sucked and tongued her anal opening. She quivered in anticipation and sexual excitment. Finally he parted her pussy lips and ran his tongue the lenght of her hot wet gash. His tongue stabbed into the opening and she jerked and begin to shiver. He thrust deeper and deeper inside as his finger moved to her back door and gently pushed against the tight hole. She was moaning now, trying to be quiet enough so that she would not awaken anyone.
Her juices mingled with his spit as he probed and then sucked her cuntal flesh. Then he moved higher to find her clitoris that stood like a sentinel, guarding her entrance. He licked it and her whole body jerked. He did it again and again, evoking the same response. Then he sucked it completely into his mouth and attacked it with the roughness of his tongue. She gasped loudly and then stuck her fist in her mouth to muffle the sounds that emitted from deep inside her. One spasm after another shook her body. Pleasure was ravaging her entire body as she built to her first orgasim under a man’s tongue. Suddenly it erupted like a volcano as her hot juices expelled from her. One orgasim gave way to another until their seemed to be no beginning and no end, just one total orgsim that kidnapped her body, mind and spirit in a prison of pleasure. The bed shook as her hips bucked up and down as if they had a mind of their own.
Finally, he pulled away. She grasped for him, unwilling to give up this source of erotic excitement, He mounted her and his hard penis knocked on her door. Then he was in.
Another thrust and he was deeper than anything she had ever known before. Once more and he was all the way in. He pushed her hand away and covered her mouth with his own, stiffling the screams that wanted to explode from her throat. He rode her hard, no longer caring if Jim or Pat walked in. Then he was there. He jerked and the hot cum flew from him deep into her pussy. She moaned and soon was meeting his orgasim with another of her own.
Richard was too drained from his previous milking to make her a worthy offering and soon he lay spent on top of her body. She wished for stranger to come in where he left off and carry her back to the heights she was enjoying. She did not want it to ever end. She had been fucked hard and it felt good. She clung to his body with all her strength until finally the jolts of pleasure began to slowly subside. Then without a word to him, she seemed to drift into a deep darkness and lay limp under him.
After a moment, he got up, picked up his sleeping shorts and headed to his bed. His back felt raw where her fingernails had clawed his back, but at the moment he did not even care. Never had he been so totally drained and fulfilled sexually. Three minutes after his head hit the pillow, he was in a deep sleep.

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Dares and Discoveries

I wrote this story for my own entertainment, but due to my girlfriend’s positive response to it, I’ve decided to post it here. Though it isn’t specified in the story itself, all characters are either eighteen, nineteen, or twenty years old. There are many scenes containing both gay and lesbian sex, so if this doesn’t interest you, I would warn you not to proceed. However, if you do continue, I hope that you enjoy.

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caught in drag

I was in my teens and always horny. I loved to where womens underwear and that is where the trouble started

Fantasm

A Last Breath. Part 2. A meeting.

The club virtually shakes from the deep pumping bass emiting from speakers on every wall , the dark lighting hides many tables and small alcoves around the room. The girls push past the mass of euphoric dancing people before finding a small table in which to entrench themselves. Its only moments before Jen notices several friends and wanders off to be social. Laughing softly Rebecca heads to the bar for the first round, as she leans against the bar waiting for the bartender to get to her, the hair at that nape of her neck stands with the feeling of being watched.
Spinning around she scans the room , her eyes drawn to a dark corner on the otherside of the dance floor . He stands cloaked in shadows, tall and broad shouldered, leaning against the wall staring at her. A shiver creeps up her spine as she meets his dark eyes, heat settling low in her abdomen as her pulse spikes. Taking a step towards him, she is distracted by a voice behind her, “What can i get you? ” Glancing at the bar tender she waves him off with a vague hand and starts across the dance floor in search of the mystery male.
Eyes rapidly searching as she breaks free from the dancing shamble of people, she frowns in annoyance at no sight of him. Shaking her head at her stupidity, for she wouldn’t know what to say if she did find him, she heads back to their table. Amy grabs her hand demanding with a laugh, “come dance with me Becca, let’s heat up this place”
Raising a brow in surprise Rebecca let’s Amy lead her onto the dance floor , on reaching the crowd of people Rebecca tugs on Amys hand and catches her in her arms. Slowly beginning to move her hips to the music, Rebecca leads any in a slow moving dance. Lowering her lips to Amys ear, Rebecca murmers quietly, “How heated do you wanna go? ” Letting her breath tickle along Amys neck she draws Amy closer with a hand around her waist.
Feeling Amy shiver against her Rebeccas lips curl in a small smile, spaning her hand on Amys lower back, Rebecca dances. Hips undulating with the music the two bodies of the women move as one, their steps offset, hips never parting. Rebeccas free hand moves to Amys neck as she dips Amy down low before learning forward and putting her lips a breaths space from Amys. Trailing her nails along Amys neck, Rebecca moves to the music as she moves her hands down Amys body, kneeling before her friend Rebecca laughs lightly add she noticed more than a few men watching them dance. Moving behind Amy, Rebecca dances with her, her fingers lightly spaning Amys ribs. As the music winds to a close Amy tilts her head back , and with a grin Rebecca meets her lips in a slow erotic kiss as her hands slide down to Amys thighs.
The girls drink and dance throughout the night, as the hour approaches morning the four stand at their table around a small stand holding four flourecent test tubes. “ If I drink this will I turn into Dr Jekyl? “ Jen holds her tube up to the light with a laugh, “ Werent we always told never to drink chemicals?“ Downing the drink she coos happily, “Oooo theyre nice, we need more!“ Laughing as she watches Jen move through the crowd towards the bar, Rebecca shakes her head and turns back to Amy and Em. “That guy youve been dancing with Becca is still watching you, “ Amy says smugly as she raises her own drink to her lips.
Turning her head to observe the guy in question, Rebecca blushes slightly and shrugs,
“ Ehh.. been a long night..“
“Nooo!!!“ Both Em and Amy cry in unison before trying to convince her,
“You need some fun!“
“Take him home and get your bell rung for once, youre gathering cobwebs girl!“ Scowling at Amy Rebecca huffs with indignation,
“Fine, dont wait up girls“ Blowing them a kiss Rebecca moves through the crowd till before him. At eye level to her while shes in boots, he is rather short for a guy, light blue eyes, blond hair and a dark tan just scream vocational surfer.
Her eyes roam over his body and she frowns slightly at her lack of response. His large muscular arms and toned frame are certainly attractive enough, shrugging slightly she pushes ahead anyway. After inviting him for a quieter more private coffee in a cafe a short walk from the club the two leave togther to the delight of her friends. It isnt until they are halfway to the cafe and he pulls her into his arms and into a side alley, that she relises her mistake. Pushing against his chest as he presses hard wet lips to hers and tries to push his tongue past her lips, she struggles out of his hold.
Attempting calm she says reasonably, “ Lets get to the cafe first and see how things go huh?“ Moving to step away from him, she is surprised when with a growl he grabs her arm pulling her back against him with a slurred snarl, “ Fuck that bitch! Your gonna taksh my cock“ His fist moves fast and connects hard with her temple. Stars dance before her eyes as she stummbles and falls to the ground, his hold on her dragging him with her.
Striking at him viciously, Rebecca’s fists land several forceful blows to her attacker’s face but he doesnt faulter. Her arms strike at him wildly as her attacker swiftly sits on her, his full weight firmly on her stomach. She doesnt have time to react nor does she have the strength to fight the attack. Rebecca feels his body weight crushing her stomach and lower ribs. In an act of desperation, she claws at his exposed face, painfully digging her sharp fingernails into his flesh. Her attacker groans as he draws his arm back and, in one strong sweeping motion back across his body, strikes her forearms with his. The force of the blow causes her upper body to roll to the side slightly. Seeing an opening in her feeble defense, her attacker grasps Rebecca around her neck with both of his powerful hands, squeezing tightly.
Shaking with fear as she realizes she cant breathe, she begans hitting her attacker in the forearms in an act of desparation, doing anything she can to remove his hold from her throat. Her efforts are useless. His arms, now flexed tight and strong, are unmovable. She gags as her body screams for oxygen. Within seconds, her brain feels the effects of being deprived of the oxygen rich blood it needs to remain alive. Again, she punches her attacker solidly in the face but her efforts are futile.
He seems to draw a sense of morbid arousal from her struggling, he moves a hand to her breast squeezing and twisting it painfully. She feels her energy begin to wane as she begins losing consciousness as he maneuveres her into position. He slides a knee between her thighs, pressing his obvious erection against her. She uses all her strength to try to pull her attackers hands from her neck but he is too strong. A single tear runs down her cheek as the alley begins to spin. “I’m going to die!” she thinks to herself as her eyes began to bulge and she vaguely feels him fumbling with one hand to try to undo her pants.
Rebecca tries to scream but nothing escapes through his grip. She feels her attacker pull her body into his and then, with incredible strength, he slams her into the ground and her vision wavers. A moment before she passes out a shiny flash of metal pokes through her attackers neck, warm liquid spraying her face in a rush. The hand around her neck loosens and she gasps in large lung fulls of air, her vision swims and she finally loses conciouness but not before she sees a dark looming figure pushing the lifeless body of her attacker off her.
Pain ripples through her body and she cries out, strong hands gently push her back against her pillows and once more sleep claims her. Rebecca wakes later to great wracking coughs shaking her body, her chest heaving s she tries to draw breath. Strong arms encircle her gently and she relaxes back against him, the pain and coughing fading as shes enveloped in warmth, she drifts to sleep once more.
Waking slowly Rebecca stretches lazily in her bed, winceing as bruises and small scrapes make themselves known. Frowning she tries to recall the previous evening and gasps softly as memories flood her. Her stomach rebels, stummbling to the bathroom she barely makes in time. Flushing the toilet and moving to the sink, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she reaches for her toothbrush.
Her long brunette hair hangs limp around her pale face, the few freckles spattered across her nose stand vivid beneath overly bright eyes. Swallowing she winces and observes the mass of purpleing bruises around her neck. Brushing her hair behind her ears she splashes her face with water and brushes her teeth. Her usual tablets and a shower until the water runs cold and she still doesnt feel clean. Returning to her bed, Rebecca curls into her blankets and hugs a pillow to herself. A strong dark husky scent surrounds her and she startles upright. Flashes of a dark figure holding her throughout the night fill her mind. She scowls in confusion and tries to remember more details, she cant… besides that she had felt warm. Warm and ……..safe.
Calling into work to beg off sick, she doesnt have trouble getting them to believe her as her voice is harsh and scratchy from the bruising. Not willing to stay cooped up in her apartment she quickly dresses and heads to the local park. Turning her face to the sun she smiles as the warm heats her chilled skin, giggling softly at her doctors expressions if they knew she wore no sunscreen. Crossing the road she shivers slightly as moves under the large oak trees, the shade dappled with the small amount of sun that shines through the thick overhead folliage.
Finding a shaded spot beneath a large oak, she sighs softly and laughs lightly as she watches several young children playing on a slide. Opening her bag she pulls free a book, dog eared and tattered the book is clearly well read. Leaning back against the tree Rebecca sinks into the world of adventure, love and fantasy and for a while is able to block out and escape the reality of her life. Several times her body shakes with huge coughing fits, the last leads to blood on her lip. Rasping breathlessly she shakily stands and leans heavily against the tree as she tries to catch her breath.
A dark head comes into her vision, bent before her and she starts in surprise. He rises to grin broadly at her, she gasps in surprise as she meets dark eyes. Rebeccas heart pounds in her chest as she stares back stupidly, she sees his lips move but she hears nothing but white noise. Dark hair and a clean shaven strong square jaw his strong features turn concerned as he watches her through narrowed eyes. “ Are you alright?“ Rebecca nods quickly as her hearing returns, unable to speak she blushes brightly as she peers back. “Here, I believe this is yours, “ He holds out her book to her and she glances down, gasping embarrasedly as she quickly takes the novel mummbling her thanks. His grin returns and a shot of heat settles low in her abdomen in response. Tipping his head to her, he steps back saying lightly, “ Rafael is my favorite.“ With a wink at her he turns and walks away, his broad shoulders drawing her eye as she stands stunned.
Returning to her apartment still a little bewildered, she runs a hot bath, soaking in the scented water and allowing her mind to drift. Dark eyes cross her minds eye, dark eyes and broad shoulders. Her body heatens as a wave of arousal flushes through her. Sliding the fingers from one hand gently over her skin, she trails her nails over her breast. Circling her nipple and watching it pucker and harden as she gasps softly from the sparks of sensation. Moving to her other nipple she runs her nail over the hard tip before pinching gently.
She squirms in the tub as small tingles begin between her thighs. Caressing her breasts in slow gently touches, Rebecca‘s breathing quickens a little. Her stomach quivers as she runs her finger tips down her body, the water makeing her skin feel soft and sensual. Around her naval, goosebumps rising on her flesh while her breasts bob steadily in the water, her breathing elevated. Her fingers dip lower to the line of her waist, her skin smooth and hair free she jumps slightly as she touches sensative flesh.
Her fingers part her soft folds and she bites her lip at the thrill of feeling through her body. She moves her finger over her clit, squirming as she presses light little circles over the sensative nub. Her pulse increases as she drops her fingers lower to caress her slit, her muscles grabbing needily at her touch. Moaning softly she presses a finger inside of herself, the slick walls of her inner muscles tightening. Beginning to slowly pump her finger in and out of herself, she rubs her palm over her clit. Moving her hips to meet her own rythm she moves her free hand to her breasts as a moan breaks her lips again.
Remembering his deep voice with the trace of an accent sends shivers through her. She increases her thrusting to two fingers and moans softly as the walls around her fingers tighten and grip. Heated moisture floods around her fingers smoothing their movement as she begins pinching and flicking at her nipples in time. A loud moan breaks from her lips as her head falls back, a fine film of sweat on her brow. Angling her hips upwards, a shudder runs through her as she curls her fingers inside her to rub against her g~spot. The instense wave of pleasure that follows almost causes her to lose control, but she holds out. Moving her other hand down her breasts and stomach she rubs firmly at her clit, brushing the sensative spot in time with her now rapidly thrusting fingers. Feeling her body tighten and the pressure of her release reaching a peak, Rebecca quickens her movement until her orgasm crashes over her. Crying loudly she bites down heavily on her lip, instantly tasting the sharp metallic tang of her blood as her pussy tightens painfully around her fingers in rippleing waves.

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WoW Darkmoon Happy Endings

Aroal sighed as he steered his mount down the dark path leading up to the Darkmoon Faire. The young hunters mount, a beautiful Silver Covenant Hippogryph that his parents had got him as a farewell gift, seemed to sense its master’s annoyance at this unexpected trip making a cawing sound. Ahead of him was his brother Wimond, who was on his Charger, turned his head.
“Come along lad,” he said. “We’re almost there.” This only caused the eighteen year old hunter sighed, wishing his brother could have gone without him.
It wasn’t even a full year since Aroal had left Goldshrine to travel the world and help the Alliance. He had thought that he would get to do it on his own, like most young men and women do when they reached his age. But his parents were worried and had asked Wimond to watch over him on his travels as well as to make sure nothing bad happened to him. Every day since then Wimond did nothing but order his younger brother around. Telling him how to do things he already knew but in some way was doing them wrong, what pets to capture, what profession he should be, and so on. So much for his independence.
Very rarely was he ever left alone. But when those rare occasions occurred, he made the most of them. Sometimes he would hunt for a pet he really wanted or would challenge others to duels. One of his favorite things to do was to hang out at a tavern and listen to the stories some of the adventurers would tell. Not all of them were epic, but they were all more interesting than anything he had done. He wanted to see the Outlands, travel to Northrend, and see so many other places. And sometimes he felt like these stories were the closest he would ever get.
Today, Wimond was meeting up with some of his fellow paladins at the Faire. Aroal didn’t know what they were going to do. Must likely get drunk and talk about how the Horde will never truly embrace the Light. He had heard it so many times in the past that it had become way too predictable. Personally, he didn’t care if the Horde believed in the Light. Aroal was a practical human and believed that everyone had the right to believe in whatever they wanted. So what if the Horde believed in the Light or not? How would the Alliance like it if some other race said that their religion was wrong?
Soon the two came upon the opening gate of the Darkmoon Faire. In the center of it was a magic eye that was looking back and forth as if it were trying to find someone or something that wanted to interrupt everyone’s good time. Inside, the place looked like a mess. Junk littered the streets as well as in between the booths. But despite the messy grounds there was an excitement in the air that could not be explained. Everyone was enjoying the games, the food, and the music.
As the two rode by, Aroal noticed some of the women looking at them with interest. The young hunter was slightly shorter than most humans, about five foot three. He had short brown hair and matching brown eyes. He wore dark mail armor that allowed him to hide in the shadows better so he could act like a sniper with his crossbow. His brother, on the other hand, had long blond hair, a matching beard, and blue eyes. His armor was silver and shined in the sun from the hours that he had spent polishing it the night before. By contrast, Aroal looked more earthly and rugged while his Wimond looked like he never left the temple.
As they neared the food stand, Aroal saw something that nearly caused his heart to stop. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She had long black hair the touched her shoulder and nearly hid the four tentacles on her neck and her two horns were curved back in a sweeping motion. Her light blue skin had an exotic beauty that Aroal didn’t see in the other races of the Alliance. She was wearing a green two piece dress that showed off her curves as well as her lovely stomach. The top part only covered her large breasts leaving the back exposed while the bottom part went from her hips to the ground. He watched as the Draenei walked towards a tent, her rear wiggling back and forth slightly in a sexy fashion. She paused there for a moment and looked at Aroal, gave him a sexy smile, and then went in.
“Here we are,” said Wimond, his voice pulling Aroal back to reality. He looked around and saw that they were now in front of several tables, one of which had several paladins with mugs of beer already in hand. All of them looked just over forty and seemed to be already in debate mode. Dreading staying with them, Aroal decided to try and make a desperate attempt to get away.
“Hey Wimond, if it’s all the same to you, I’m going to try my luck at some of the games,” said Aroal. Wimond blinked at this.
“You sure?” he asked. Aroal nodded vigorously. “Very well, just be back in a couple of hours. Mother and father will have my head if something were to happen to you.” Nodding quickly, Aroal sent off in the direction of the tent he saw the Draenei enter.
On mount, it didn’t even take a minute to reach his destination. The tent, he noticed, was one of the ones that since the Faire had moved to the island had been closed. Now, however, a sign outside read Darkmoon Spa and standing in the doorway was an Orc bodyguard. Aroal hesitated for a moment, intimidated by the Orc’s gruff appearance. But his desire to see that Draenei up close overpowered his fears. He got off his mount and then tied it to a nearby post. He was then about to enter when the Orc held up a hand to stop him.
“Ten tickets to enter,” he said in a gruff voice. Aroal began to search his pockets and bags. Luckily for him he had been here several times in the past and easily had the needed ten tickets. He handed then to the Orc who inspected them for a moment to see if they were real or not. Once satisfied he stepped to the side to allow the human to enter.
Aroal entered the tent to find himself in a small, but comfortable waiting room. There was a sofa, a couple of chairs, and a table with a couple of scrolls on it. There were also three other entrances to the room. Down each one of them way a hallway with several door on both sides. Sitting on the sofa was a grey hair Dwarf. He smiled at Aroal who returned the smile and then sat in one of the chairs. A minute or two went by before a green haired female Gnome in a bright pink dress entered the room from one of the hallways. She looked at the two of them with a smile.
“Mr. Bluntbread, how nice to see you again,” she said in a squeaky voice. “I have your usual all sent up in room number five.” The Dwarf nodded as he got up silently and walked down one of the hallways. The Gnome then looked at Aroal. “Well I have never seen you before. Is this your first time here?”
“It is,” answered Aroal honestly.
“Well then let me explain a few rules,” said the Gnome. “It’s twelve gold for a half hour and seventeen for a full hour. You can have your pick of any girl here as long as she’s not with anyone else. If you hurt or threaten any of the girls you will be kicked out by my friend up front and will never be allowed back in. If you wish for something…’special’ you will have to give me at least a days notice to set it up. Do you understand?” Aroal nodded. “Good. Now, I only have one girl available right now. Kluhina, would you please come in here?”
Aroal heard a door open followed by footsteps down the one of the hallways until the girl called Kluhina entered the room. She was an Orc, maybe seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a similar fashion as the Draenei he saw earlier except her dress was purple. Looking at her, he had to admit that she was more attractive than most of the other females of her race. Her face was smoother and her muscles weren’t as bulky. Like most Orc’s, she had brown eyes that matched her long, braided hair that went down to her ass. Her figure was curvy, but not was curvy as the Draenei’s. But her bust was larger. She stood there with a slightly embarrassed expression before she looked away.
“Kluhina here is new,” explained the Gnome. “You’ll be her first customer if you choose her. Or you could wait for some of the others to become available.”
Aroal stood there for a minute thinking. He really wanted to meet that Draenei girl and have her rub his back for a while. But he didn’t know how long she would be with someone else. Then there was the fact that he would have to get back to his brother before he came looking for him. Also, Kluhina didn’t look that bad.
“I don’t mind,” he said as he reached into his pockets to pull out the gold. He handed the Gnome an hour’s worth of money which she accepted.
“Please follow me,” said Kluhina. Aroal was surprised by her voice. It sounded soft and gentle, unlike other female Orc’s he had heard that had a rough edge to their voices. She then took his hand and led him down one of the hallways until they reached the door at the end. She opened it to reveal a table shower. “Please take off your cloths and put them in the basket,” she said as she pointed at a basket near the table. “When you are done, please lay on the table.” And with that she left.
Aroal shrugged before he began to undress. He had never been to a spa before or anything like that. Perhaps this would help him relax and unwind a bit. Piece by piece, Aroal put his armor into the basket as well as his weapons. When he got to his loincloth he hesitated for a moment before he put that in the basket as well. He then laid on the table on his stomach, waiting.
After a moment or two, Aroal felt a pair of hands on his back. He could fell the suds on them as they washed his back, clearing off a thin layer of dirt. The young man closed his eyes as he savored the feeling as the hands began to rub lower and lower. Suddenly, Aroal felt her hands on his ass as she began to clean them as well as his thighs. When she was done, Kluhina dumped a bucket of warm water on the soapy areas.
“Let’s flip you over now,” she said. The hunter complied and moved so that he was on his back. As soon as he did this his eyes bulged as he realized that Kluhina was as naked as he was. Her skin was perfect, not a single scar on it. He watched as she then began to soap her own body up which caused his cock to become rock hard. She looked at the seven inch member with a small smile before crawling on top of the table. Kluhina then positioned herself so that their chests were on top of each other and then began to rub her soapy body against his. The feeling was incredible, she was just so soft.
What she did next surprised him. She paused for a moment, looking into his eyes before kissing him. Aroal’s eyes widened in surprise. He could feel her tongue pressing against his lips, asking for permission to enter. He allowed it in and as their tongues began to explore each other’s mouths she continued to rub her body against his. Together they moaned into each other’s mouths as the kiss deepened. Aroal could feel his arousal growing stronger as his cock began to press against her slit. She felt it as well. After a while she pulled up from the kiss. Both of them were now panting and wanting more, but the table shower wasn’t over yet. On all fours Kluhina walked backwards a bit while keeping a lusty gaze on her client. Once her chest was above rod she lowered her body and placed the member between her soapy breasts.
Aroal moaned in pleasure as Kluhina began to move up and down. The soap allowed for a more slippery sensation to her already soft skin. The feeling was…indescribable. The young hunter shut his eyes tightly as he tried his best to keep from cuming too soon. He wanted it to last as long as possible. But then, without warning, she stopped. The Orc masseuse got up, filled up the bucket once again, and poured it on his body.
“I don’t think you want this over yet,” she said as she produced a towel and began to dry off his body. “After all, you did pay for the hour.”
Once Aroal was nice and dry, he was taken naked down the hall to another room. This one had a normal looking massage table. There was able a table that had a couple of candles, a bottle of oil, and several other items. Kluhina told him to once again lay on his back on the table. As Aroal did, she walked over to the table. A few moments later he felt her hands on his back. The massage was descent, but after what he had seen thus far told him that he wasn’t here for a massage.
Aroal had heard about these kinds of places before. According to one tavern, there was a place in Stormwind like this place. Well, except there was most likely no Horde masseuses there. He did know that both the Alliance and the Horde had made prostitution illegal. He also knew that they checked out neutral towns like Booty Bay and Rachet, performing raids to ensure that nothing like that happened there. Aroal didn’t know how they managed to get away with it, considering they had no claim to neutral goblin towns, but he knew they happened. Aroal never thought he’d ever find one of these places, let alone be serviced at one. But he was.
Suddenly Kluhina stopped the back rub.
“Are you ready for the main event?” she whispered into his ear in a husky voice. Aroal nodded. “Then turn around.”
As soon as Aroal was face up on the table, Kluhina climbed up with her rear facing his head. With her hands she began to stoke his member a few times before putting it in her mouth. As soon as it entered it became harder than it had even been before. Kluhina let out a happy moan as she began to bob her head up and down while she sucked on it. Every once and a while she would release it just to lick the shaft and play with the humans balls. While this was going on Aroal was staring at her pussy, watching it slowly begin to drip. He licked his lips before he reached out and grabbed both sides of her ass. He pulled down and brought her lower lips closer to his face. Once he had done this he gave her pussy a slow lick. Then he gave another. Once Aroal decided he liked the taste he went to work on her slit, lapping it with his tongue. Kluhina moaned in ecstasy as he seemed to know where all the right spots were. It wasn’t long before she found herself grinding herself against his mouth. Then he began to suck on her clit. Bells and whistles exploded in her mind as she cried out in pleasure. She tried her best to regain control of her senses and tried to focus all of her efforts into making him cum first. Kluhina sucked harder than before as well as increasing her pace. And before long Kluhina came on his face while Aroal shot his load in her mouth.
“You’re good at this,” panted Kluhina after swallowing his cum. “I don’t know how your girlfriend can survive this.”
“I don’t have one,” replied Aroal. This caused Kluhina to snap her head in his direction.
“Seriously?” she asked in amazement. Aroal only shrugged. Kluhina couldn’t believe it. She had been with many others in the past and none of them had ever made her cum. Most never even tried! Could he be a natural? “Well then, let’s see if you are as good with your cock as you are with your tongue.” Kluhina smiled as she turned around, pressed her sweaty naked body against his, and began to kiss him deeply once more. As Aroal returned the kiss he felt the Orc’s hand reach down towards his cock which was slowly regaining its stiffness. As the two explored each other’s mouths her hand went to work pumping his shaft until it was nice and hard once more. It didn’t take long under Kluhina’s skillful hand for it to stand at attention once more. She then broke the kiss as she got into a sitting position before raising her body up above the human cock. Using one hand to hold it in place Kluhina lowered her body onto the member slowly.
Aroal let out a gasp of pleasure as he felt her warm, wet insides surround his cock. It felt so good he felt that he could cum at any second. Yet he held on, determined to make this last as long as possible. She then began to move, slowly at first. Little by little she began to move faster and faster.
“Fuck,” shouted Kluhina as Aroal began his own thrust which caught her by surprise. “It feels so good!”
“It’s time,” said the Gnome at the doorway. “Please finish up.” Both of them grunted in frustration as they were forced to stop and both left very unsatisfied. Kluhina helped Aroal get dressed and then walked him to the door. Before he left she gave him one last kiss.
“I hope you come back soon,” she whispered in his ear. “I’d love to feel you cum inside of me.”
About ten minutes later, after playing all the games and getting more tickets, Aroal was back at the food court. His brother and his friends were all drunk off their asses and thus making asses of themselves. One of them kept calling a Blood Elf serving girl a slut and another kept laughing about how their chief was a cow. All Aroal could think about as he watched them was that the next time he came here it wouldn’t be with them.

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Fantasy

Milk and Honey.

Nymphomania is named after a selection of minor
deities in Greek myth. So just how did these
creatures get connected to an uncontrolable sex drive?
What was the secret to these beings monthly romps in
the night with each other.
***************
“Oh my,” Kasumi said. “What an odd looking apple.”
“Yes, it is an odd one,” the vendor said glancing
at the truly golden apple before her. “I bought it
off a old man a few minutes ago. I was going to have
it for a snack I, but if a fine lady like yourself
would like to try such a delicacy.”
For some reason Kasumi felt certain that she should
buy it. It was pretty and it looked so tasty. A few
minutes later it was in her possession and she was
enjoying the almost honey-like taste of the strange
fruit.
She was feeling strange by the time she reached
home.
“Tadaima!” she called out as she came into the
house, not minding that Nabiki was at school while
Soun and Genma were out doing whatever it was they did
while they were out, and Ranma and Akane had vanished
on some adventure earlier in the day.
She walked into the kitchen, her mouth feeling dry
for some odd reason. She set down her groceries and
started putting most of them away. She felt
altogether odd, and was starting to feel a trace
faint.
“Hello!” somebody called someone from the front.
“Is anybody any home?”
“Oh, Ukyou,” Kasumi called out, setting aside the
groceries in her hurry to reach the voice, feeling a
strange urge to do so.
“Oh hi Kasumi,” Ukyou said setting down her
delivery box. “I guess my clock is broken, I thought
Ranchan would be home from school by now.”
“Excuse me,” Kasumi said confused. She didn’t pay
too much attention to what Ukyou said, she was
spending too much time noticing just how tight Ukyou’s
Okonomiyaki seller’s tights were.
“Todays one of the days they give me time off to
run Ucchans'” Ukyou explained. “I was coming to give
Ranma a little surprise.”
“Oh I see,” Kasumi said faintly. She had forgotten
that Akane and Ranma had gone chasing some random
martial artist earlier that day and so were not likely
to be seen for a week or two. That didn’t matter
since she was not really paying attention anyway.
She was quietly shocked at her behavior, so openly
oogling another woman. But she needed something, and
she needed it bad. The need was getting worse as she
stood there, so she continued to stare.
“Are you okay, Kasumi?” Ukyou said coming closer,
and seeming concerned.
“Why do you ask Ukyou?” Kasumi asked, wrenching her
face to look at the chef’s brown eyes.
“Because you look pale,” Ukyou said. “And you
sound tired, and you keep looking down. Kasumi when
did your eyes turn gold?”
“Hmmm?” Kasumi asked, not paying attention to
anything else but Ukyou’s face. Her descision had
been made, now just to see about implementing it.
“That’s it,” Ukyou said. “I’m putting you to bed.”
Ukyou stepped forward to put an arm around Kasumi to
steady her and started walking deeper into the Tendo
household. Kasumi stumbled along wearily for a moment
before speaking.
“Ukyou-san,” she said. “I do feel I need
something.”
“Yeah, sleep,” Ukyou said, half-carrying Kasumi
along.
“Not precisely,” Kasumi said. Then she tapped her
index finger, and a sharp nail glistening as if
covered with something, into Ukyou’s neck where it put
the shoulder.
“Ouch!” Ukyou gasped. “What the heck ar….”
Her voice trailed off, and Kasumi turned the chef
around to face her. Then she sunk the other hand’s
index finger into Ukyou’s neck on the otherside.
Kasumi smiled gently as Ukyou’s eyes slowly changed to
a grassy green shade.
Ukyou was hers now.
Kasumi leaned forward and kissed the formerly human
chef passionately. She cradled Ukyou’s head gently as
she greedily tasted the essence of Ukyou’s lips,
instantly feeling better.
Ukyou moaned softly and reached her hands around
behind Kasumi as the Tendo girl lowered her to the
floor. Kasumi continued kissing the younger girl for
a minute before raising up over the dazed looking
Ukyou, straddling her.
“I don’t know why,” Kasumi said. “But I’m afraid I
need you Ukyou-san.” She demurely unbuttoned her
blouse and carefully set it aside.
“Kasumi,” Ukyou sighed, blinking. “What are you
doing?” As she asked she reached up to undo Kasumi’s
bra as the elder girl removed her skirt.
Kasumi tossed her skirt aside and lowered herself
down to Ukyou’s face, smiling. A slender hand
caressed Ukyou’s face as another slipped into her top.
Ukyou gasped and arched her back as Kasumi’s hand
brushed over the flesh on her breast.
“Do you want me to stop, Ukyou-san?” Kasumi asked
seriously. She knew somehow that Ukyou would not want
to stop, perhaps by some newly found instinct.
“No, no Kasumi,” Nabiki gasped. “Don’t stop.”
Kasumi smiled and gently pushed Ukyou down, kissing
her on the mouth again, as she efficiently undid the
chef’s top.
Kasumi found her newly sharp fingernails useful to
strip through the bindings hiding Ukyou’s wonderful
breasts. Her other hand roamed down Ukyou’s back,
sending exceptionally pleasant signals racing into
Ukyou’s brain.
Ukyou shrieked in pleasure as Kasumi’s hand slipped
around her front and down between her legs. The chef
clawed at the floor trying to find a grip as Kasumi
smiled down at her, gently and forcifully pleasuring
her.
Kasumi’s free hand finished with the chest bindings
and she began to quietly massage the girl’s breasts,
taking them in turns, flicking the hard nipples and
gentling kneading the soft, pillowy flesh.
Ukyou took great panting breaths as her legs curled
and stretched in response to what Kasumi’s other hand
was doing between her legs. Her eyes remained
unfocused as she gasped and shifted her body to move
with Kasumi.
“Oh my,” Kasumi gasped as she felt a pair of hands
trail down between her legs and rub at her sex through
the panties. She smiled sunnily, still energized from
the taste of Ukyou’s lips and arched her back
slightly, looking up and enjoying the feel.
They continued like this for a few minutes, heavy,
panting breathing punctutated by a few sharp cries.
Then Kasumi felt her lover’s breasts starting to
swell.
“I think you’re ready now,” Kasumi said, as if she
were finishing up in the kitchen. She lowered herself
down again and kissed Ukyou, staring into the younger
girl’s adoring face before closing her eyes.
Then she broke the embrace gently and kissed her
way downward. She licked the hollow of Ukyou’s throat
eliciting a low moan of appreciation as Ukyou’s hands
moved around to Kasumi’s back and snapped the bra
loose, before travelling lower to remove the panties,
tearing those off.
“Oooo!” Kasumi gasped as her undergarments were
ripped off. “Ucchan, be more careful.”
“Hai, Kasumi,” Ukyou said apologetically in the
pause. She leaned upward to kiss Kasumi, but the
older girl gently guided her back down.
“It’s alright,” Kasumi said lowering her head back
down.
“I’m sor…RrIEE! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” Ukyou’s eyes
popped wide as Kasumi set her mouth around her nipple
and began to drink. The taste of Ukyou’s milk was
wonderous, like nutmeg and cinnamon, and Kasumi could
feel herself filling with power and life as she move
both her hands around to hold Ukyou’s back upright
after Ukyou jolted them into a seated position.
“Oh Kami, Kasumi!” Ukyou gasped, her breath
continued to come in sharp with soft moans in time to
Kasumi pulling milk from her breasts. She was given a
brief moment to pause and catch her breath as Kasumi
switched breasts, then she was gritting her teeth and
bucking again while Kasumi gently massaged her.
Kasumi’s hands travelled low and gripped the tights
and panties underneath this time, briefly and
reluctantly removing her mouth from Ukyou’s breast. A
thin streamer of golden-white milk dripped from her
mouth and landed on Ukyou’s breast as Kasumi firmly
pulled the tights down from Ukyou’s waist. A little
more oozed out of Ukyou’s nipple and began to mix with
the sweat coating her chest.
Ukyou catching her breath again arched her back
slightly to help Kasumi removing her last item of
clothing. And then they were both completely naked.
Kasumi slipped one leg between Ukyou’s and entwined
with the other as she bent down to eagerly lick up the
golden treat that was lightly smeared across Ukyou’s
breasts. Then she returned to the rock hard needles
and the milk still within.
Ukyou and Kasumi bucked their groins against each
other stimulating their lower regions. Kasumi had to
fight to keep from pulling away from the breast and
its milk and howlind in sheer ecstacy a few times.
Ukyou, had no such job for her mouth and she
uninhibitedly screamed out her pleasure while
clutching at Kasumi as if her life depended on it.
Then Kasumi broke off from Ukyou’s breasts. She
smiled up at the exhausted seeming chef who gave
Kasumi a questioning, but adoring look wondering why
Kasumi was doing this to her, but not complaining.
Kasumi traveled down lower until her face was
between Ukyou’s legs. She smiled sunnily again, and
licked some of the golden-white milk off of her face
in a manner that was both demure and seductive. Then
she ducked her head down, her hands gripping and
massaging Ukyou’s rear end.
Ukyou felt the tongue begin to explore her inner
most self and moaned, eyes rolling back as she dropped
from her half sitting position to hit the floor.
Small nips sent occasionally spikes in the overall
pleasure that consisted of her buttocks being neatly
massaged while she was being orally examined.
“I suppose you’re almost ready again,” Kasumi said
raising up for a moment and smiling as Ukyou’s legs
wrapped around her tightly.
One hand travelled from Ukyou’s firm ass and then
Ukyou felt something larger than a tongue slipping
inside her and exploring deeper.
The tension was enormous, and despite her calm
exterior, Ukyou could vaguely sense it in her lover as
well. She wanted to release that tension but first
Kasumi needed something else from her, or at least so
Ukyou felt.
Ukyou held back her cries against the growing
tension trying to let it build to a peak before it
released. She was feeling herself break, and held
back. The longer she held against it, the better it
would be, but it was so hard. She didn’t want this to
be over yet.
And then Kasumi took her fingers out of Ukyou’s
sex. Before the chef had time to lose her momentmum,
however, Kasumi dipped her head lower and virtually
attacked Ukyou with her tongue in a passion and fervor
that Ukyou hadn’t thought Kasumi possessed.
Then Ukyou exploded with a loud piercing cry,
releasing into Kasumi’s face. Kasumi greedily licked
up the vital liquid. It’s taste and vigor were a
hundred times more vital than the taste of Ukyou’s
milk, a thousand times more so than her lips.
Ukyou slowlly and surely came down from the climax,
muscles relaxing and falling limp as she recovered.
Kasumi sat up over the insensate Ukyou and virtually
pawed at herself like a cat to swallow all of Ukyou’s
cum.
She was still burning with desire, both more and
less incessant than the original drive of what she now
recognized as hunger. There no longer a fear of
fainting away and possibly dying, but she perhaps
needed something else now even more so than before
from Ukyou. She remained pawing at herself, clutching
desperately at her own groin and rubbing at her
breasts, desirous of relief.
As she thought of that Ukyou recovered, her martial
artist stamina bringing her back quickly, and saw
Kasumi masturbating in front of her. She quickly
wrapped her arms around the other girl and licked at
Kasumi’s tits, her hand moving lower to massage the
older girl’s mound.
Kasumi’s ministrations were firm but gentle.
Ukyou’s came on like the sea raised to fury by the
winds. She voraciously attended Kasumi’s breasts with
her mouth while sending one hand slamming into
Kasumi’s self and the other strongly gripped at her
rounded rear-end, not so firm as Ukyou’s but surely
nothing to laugh at.
“No…t…so…hh..ha..rd, Ukyou-chan,” Kasumi
gasped as her momentum built like a steam-rolling
train. “I can’t…can’…OOHHHHHHHHHHH
MYYYYYYIEEEEE!!!” Kasumi bent forward, physically
spent but feeling incredibly recharged.
Ukyou held her, still seeming both confused and
uncaring at the same time.
After a few minutes Kasumi kissed Ukyou lightly and
pulled away from her. With her life force filled and
refreshed a race memory, mostly magical, but partially
genetic, had made her aware of many things.
She was a nymph now, having eaten one of the golden
apples, Ukyou was her first dryad. Ukyou would love
her, forever, and feed her forever. She would need to
taste Ukyou’s lips, milk and honey to refresh herself.
Once a month, at least, she would have to call Ukyou
to her like this in order to continue to live.
Ukyou would not be able to feed her alone, however,
not without killing her. Fortunately, Kasumi had just
enough venom left for one other dryad, and that was
all she needed. Which was fortunate since she would
not rebuild another charge for the next fifty or sixty
years.
She briefly thought about warning Ukyou about her
needs, but wondered what the point was. Ukyou would
receive the same knowledge she had after seducing her
first naiad, and she would be just as desperate to
proceed as Kasumi had been.
“Kasumi,” Ukyou asked panting. “What just
happened?” Kasumi smiled and reached down to kiss
Ukyou lovingly. She hoped that Ukyou would come over
more than once a month.
“I needed you, Ucchan,” Kasumi said, once more
using the nickname. “Thank you. Now, I believe you
need to return to your restaurant to handle business.”
“Hai, Kasumi,” Ukyou said wearily. “Ummm…thank
you too.” She stood up and collected her clothes,
which Kasumi had made sure not to damage.
“Let us wash up in the furo before you leave,
dear,” Kasumi said.
“Hai,” Ukyou said dreamily, already imagining that
undertaking.
*****
Kasumi waved the confused Ukyou off and smiled
gently before turning inside. She found herself
facing Nodoka, and recognizing what she was.
“Kasumi-ch…sama,” Nodoka said. “How did you
become a nymph?”
“I bought an apple from a street vendor today,”
Kasumi said. Nodoka was naiad already, and not
connected to anyone that Kasumi could see, meaning she
was born that way. It certainly explained Ranma’s
appetite. “He said he bought it off an old…Ranma
goes by that place most days.”
“In girl form to acquire cheaper prices,” Nodoka
said. “He does make very good unconscious use of his
resources.”
“Happosai,” Kasumi sighed.
“He was probably hoping for a permanent,
sex-crazed, Ranma-chan,” Nodoka sighed.
“It would have been interesting to have seen
Happosai’s face when it didn’t do anything to Ranma,”
Kasumi said smiling. Nodoka nodded and considered.
“Do you have anything in the collective memory that
would say what would happen if we triggered Ranma’s
race memories,” she asked. “He already feels like a
naiad in both forms. So the curse allowed the
transformation to sort of transfer to his male body.”
“Hence the huge appetite and the incredibly
powerful chi reserves,” Kasumi sighed. “The naiads
are best suited to war. I am sorry, Nodoka-san, I
know nothing of what would happen.” Nodoka looked
down after Ukyou.
“Is she your first?” Nodoka asked. Kasumi nodded.
“Perhaps, if you take Akane as your second…” Kasumi
made a highly distasteful face at the suggestion.
“Even if I were inclined,” Kasumi said. “She is
gone with Ranma.
“I understand,” Nodoka sighed apologetically.
“Please forgive the suggestion, I worry about her and
Ranma sometimes, and if she needed him, or rather her,
in a more immediate manner…”
“She doesn’t need to be a dryad to convince her to
marry Ranma,” Kasumi said. “And it would be a poor
idea to convince her to do so by such means.”
“Then I’ll leave you to your privacy to acquire
the second,” Nodoka said
“Thank you, Nodoka-san,” Kasumi said, relieved.
“Tell me, Nodoka-san, would you be willing?”
“If Ukyou or your second somehow waste their
changes,” Nodoka said. “I’ll be willing to step in
and help them live until the venom recharges, but I’d
rather avoid any permanent ties. I rather like
avoiding attention.”
“Thank you, Nodoka-san,” Kasumi said again. Naiads
had it relatively easy, all they did to recoup their
life force was eat a tremendous amount of food. At
least there was a safety net for her love.
“I shall be by again tomorrow,” Nodoka said then
she smirked knowingly. “Be sure to take your fill,
Kasumi-sama.” Kasumi blushed brightly as Nodoka
walked away.
*****
“Ukyou-sama,” Konatsu said wearily. “Are you
okay?” The chef was leaning wearily against the
counter and staring dazedly into space. And what had
she done to change her eyes to that orange-gold.
“I’m just feeling a little…strange,” she told her
ninja.
She glanced down at her finger nails, they were
slightly longer, and she thought harder and sharp.
She felt oddly tempted to flex her fingers but some
instinct warned her against doing so wastefully. She
didn’t know what it would waste however.
“I see,” Konatsu said. “I heard that Ranma and
Akane are again out of the area.”
“Oh damn,” Ukyou snapped angrily, coming out of her
weary daze for a moment. “If weren’t coming down with
something I’d out after them in a flash.”
She was confused at the intensity of her feeling
for Ranma. She loved Kasumi, didn’t she now? Yes,
she did love Kasumi. In fact, she had loved Kasumi
twice already, though the second time wasn’t so
satisfying as the first.
Kasumi could have told her that nymphs, dryads and
naiads often married and bore children, but Kasumi
wasn’t saying anything, expecting Ukyou to learn on
her own after her first naiad of course.
She was distracted from her thoughts about Kasumi
and Ranma by this growing, aching need in her gut.
She thought briefly about how Kasumi had seemed before
she they had made love. Ukyou gasped and stood
straight up.
“Konatsu,” she snapped. “I need you to go and find
Ranma!”
“But, Ukyou-sama,” Konatsu started.
“Now!” Ukyou said. “I can’t watch him myself, and
probably couldn’t find him feeling like this, but you
can, go, watch him and make sure he isn’t doing
anything I wouldn’t like.”
“H…hai, Ukyou-sama,” Konatsu said bowing and
moving to collect his things.
He expected that Ukyou just wanted privacy for a
couple of days, that was usual way of things. He
wished she could keep her temper in check better at
times.
Ukyou watched him go with mixed relief and
trepidation. She thought she knew what was going on
now. Kasumi had needed her, and now she needed a
girl, too. Just by chance, Ukyou knew of one such
girl that was coming to her place tonight and smiled
wickedly.
Ukyou had grown up among boys, and now that her
instincts were going along the same lines as the act
she had kept up. It was easy to accept and desire it,
as more than just something to keep herself alive,
which she felt it would do.
She put the closed sign out front and ambled
upstairs hoping that her guest wouldn’t take to long
to get there.
Ukyou licked her lips in anticipation, imagining
the coming visitor’s imminently fuckable body, one
which she couldn’t help but consider now, even if the
girl tried to stay out of view. Ukyou was already
anticipating her taste.
*****
Nabiki walked into the restaurant arching an
eyebrow at the closed sign as she passed the unlocked
door.
“Ukyou,” she called out, looking around. It was
time to help the local business girl with her taxes
again, after all, no one knew more about saving money
than Nabiki, and Ukyou needed all the money she could
get to keep this place running. Nabiki’s fees were
somewhat less expensive.
“Up here, Nabchan,” Ukyou called out. Nabiki
arched her eyebrow again and frowned slightly. She
mouthed the nickname as she turned toward the stairs
up to Ukyou’s room and took the steps vowing to get
Ukyou for that little remark.
She turned toward the little room Ukyou had
upstairs, turning her back on the hallway and stepped
inside. She looked around irritably wondering what
the chef was playing at.
“What’s with the game of hide and seek?” Nabiki
asked irritably. “You know this is going to
cos…ouch!”
Suddenly two sharp points jabbed into her skin and
she felt something pumped into her body. Nabiki took
a deep breath as she felt a tingle spread through her
body. Neither she nor Ukyou could see it but her eyes
turned a clear blue as the venom changed her species.
When it finally cleared she turned around to give
Ukyou a piece of her mind, though she had no edge to
the complaints. For some reason, suddenly all her
thoughts of Ukyou were quite affectionate, even
longing.
Nabiki’s words stopped cold in her mouth as she
turned to get a load at Ukyou standing behind her,
with nothing but a smug, anticipating grin. Nabiki
noticed worriedly that Ukyou didn’t look to good, in
fact she looked quite tired. Somehow she felt she
could fix that.
“Wanna fuck?” Ukyou asked teasingly. Nabiki
blinked and nodded dumbly, already feeling herself
aroused by looking at the young woman. “I thought
you’d say that.”
Ukyou stepped forward swiftly and roughly grabbed
Nabiki into a firm passionate kiss, pushing her
backward and putting them both onto the bed. Kasumi
had been in charge between the two of them, but Nabiki
was UKYOU’S, and she would set the pace.
Nabiki’s eyes stayed open wide in renewed shock as
Ukyou’s tongue dueled with her own for space in her
mouth. Ukyou’s hands roamed freely and grabbed at the
Furinkan high outfit that hid Nabiki’s slender form.
Nabiki had just reached her arms around Ukyou when
the chef sat up, and ripped the dress apart between
her hands. Nabiki clutched at the bed under her mind
still trying to catch up as Ukyou’s hands smoothly and
forcefully rubbed their way up her stomach towards her
breasts.
The sudden gentleness was in contrast to both the
destruction of Nabiki’s dress that came before, and
Ukyou firmly grabbing at Nabiki’s bra and snapping it
off in a straight grab.
“AHHH!!” Nabiki gasped as the bra snapped her flesh
before Ukyou tossed it away. A flash of remorse
crossed Ukyou’s face at the sound.
“Nabchan,” Ukyou said gripping Nabiki’s chin and
turning the girl to face her.
There was love and adoration there, like she felt
for Kasumi, but there was an underlying fear behind
it. Ukyou frowned at that, she wanted to be a little
more…passionate than Kasumi, but she didn’t want to
scare Nabiki.
“Did I scare you?” she asked, firmly holding
Nabiki’s eyes and massaging her breasts. “Tell me the
truth.”
“Hai…” Nabiki said, wondering why she was
admitting that. Ukyou frowned and nodded.
“Sorry, Nabchan,” she said. “I just need you so
much.”
Ukyou kissed Nabiki’s mouth again, shivering at the
pleasant taste of Nabiki’s lips. Nabiki closed her
eyes and moaned softly at the contact, no longer
frightened.
Ukyou held Nabiki to her, and stoked her back
gently, kissing her lightly in between words. Ukyou
slipped a leg inbetween Nabiki’s and ground her crotch
against Nabiki’s panties, a barrier which wouldn’t
last long past Ukyou reassuring her Nabchan.
“I needed a girl, Nabchan,” Ukyou said. “You don’t
know how badly I needed a girl. And you’re the best
girl I know besides Kasumi and myself.”
“Th…ank you,” Nabiki said, gasping and hesitantly
reaching her own arms around behind Ukyou. She was
being incredibly submissive all of a sudden, and it
didn’t bother her.
“I like things a little fast, Nabchan,” Ukyou
explained, whispering into Nabiki’s ear and rubbing
her own chest against Nabiki’s. while picking
strategic massage points on her back. “If I scare
you, just yell stop, okay?” Ukyou was eager to go
on, she was still feeling that aching need despite the
charge she felt in kissing Nabiki.
“Mmmm,” Nabiki sighed. “Hai, Ukyou.” She was
speaking dreamily moaning quietly as she clutched at
Ukyou’s back and leaned her head to make it easier for
Ukyou to lick at the hollow of her neck.
“Are you ready then?” Ukyou asked seriously, one
finger teasing tracing the crack in Nabiki’s butt.
“Whenever you are, Ukyou,” Nabiki said with a
slight catch as hers and Ukyou’s nipples flicked each
other. Ukyou leaned up to her ear and, smiling
vicitoriously, she whispered into Nabiki’s ear.
“Here it comes,” she started. “For once, someone
is going to be milking you Nabchan.”
Nabiki would have smirked at the joke, but then
Ukyou pushed her back down to the bed and disentangled
from her long enough to remove Nabiki’s panties.
Nabiki idly wondered if there would be any comment
about her coming home in clothes burrowed from Ukyou.
Ukyou firmly gripped both of Nabiki’s breasts,
larger than they appeared under her sweaters and
concealing clothes, and massaged them roughly but in a
way that seemed oh so good to Nabiki, who arched her
back and kicked her legs, gasping at the sensations.
“Well I can see you’re really enjoying this,” Ukyou
said. “Nice and full already.”
“Wh…ennnnhhhh….what?” Nabiki panted.
Ukyou pulled Nabiki shifted to catch the “Y’ of her
crotch again in Nabiki’s and then gripped with her
legs as well as she could to force their sexes
together again, without the panties this time.
A hand pressing against Nabiki’s rear, kneading the
well-conditioned butt appreciately, helped the
friction along and both girls cried out as they
collided. Then Ukyou set a steadying hand behind
Nabiki’s back and lowered her head down to the tits
standing in upright attention, just beckoning her.
As the mint and cream taste of her naiad’s milk
past her lips, Ukyou understood why Kasumi had so
greedily and forcefully drank until her own supply had
been exhausted.
In contrast to her forceful and quick, sharp
motions through most of their encounter, Ukyou slowed
down and let herself savor the taste. The sound of
Nabiki’s long, building and ecstatic moans and cries
did nothing to detract from the wonderous taste of
Nabiki’s milk.
Ukyou continued on, bucking against Nabiki and
switching from one breast to another, for what seemed
like forever to Nabiki.
Occasionally Ukyou would allow some the
green-tinted milk to spread out over Nabiki’s breast
to mix with the salty taste of her sweat. She
efficiently and thoroughly made sure to cover every
piece of flesh as she took in the liquid.
Nabiki and Ukyou felt the tension building
interminably. It was sort of an unbearable pressure
of acquired pleasure that needed a release. When
Ukyou rose her head up without that release coming,
Nabiki felt let down.
“Is that all you have, Ukyou?” Nabiki asked,
panting.
“That’s all you have,” Ukyou said, smirking, but
also visibily wearied. “There at least.”
Ukyou stood up away from Nabiki who lay against the
bed catching her breath and trying vainly to hold onto
the built pressure, not wanting it to fade away. She
wanted it to burst.
She heard Ukyou walking around the bed, but
couldn’t figure out what she was doing until Ukyou’s
upside down head appeared in her view and lowered to
kissed her.
“Care for a little 69, Nabchan?” Ukyou asked.
Nabiki smirked mischievously and darted her tongue
into Ukyou’s mouth.
Then Ukyou broke away and began to kiss her way
down Ukyou’s body, pausing at the breasts to kiss and
suckle at them for a few more minutes. She gasped at
the feeling of Nabiki doing the same to her breasts,
and smiled as the minute amount of lost momentum
quickly built up.
Finally she moved down, smiling coolly at Nabiki’s
grasping hands as she shifted her body, and bent down
between Nabiki’s legs to taste the delicacy of her in
most self. It was moist and wet and Ukyou eagerly
tasted the nectar even as she waited for something
greater.
She grasped under Nabiki’s legs firmly and dived
down into Nabs’ crotch, trying to seek out her
clitoris and curl it around in her mouth. She could
feel Nabiki holding apart her lips for better access
and shifted her grip to allow that.
Nabiki’s grasp became erratic quickly as the
pressure built beyond her physical discipline’s
capability to control. Ukyou shifted about her body
to aid the distracted Nabiki’s attempts to bring her
to peak.
It worked to a point.
Ukyou did not have the thunderous release that
Kasumi had given her, but the girl under her, however,
was another story. Nabiki’s cry pierced the night,
and had they not been inside padded walls, Ukyou would
have worried about attracting attention.
She eagerly swallowed the female cum that spread
over her face. She slowly and carefully cleaned up
Nabiki’s legs with her tongue, stroking the soft brown
down of her muff, as Nabiki caught her breath.
She sighed finally and stood up, noting the mess
they had made of her bed.
“Ukyou,” Nabiki said wearily sitting up. “Just why
did you suddenly decide to fuck me blue?” She spoke
dryly, but the adoration Ukyou felt for Kasumi, and
strangely now, Nabiki, was still there.
“I told you I needed you,” Ukyou said. “Go get a
good meal and you’ll figure it out.” She smirked,
having had the same awareness pop into her head that
Kasumi did. “You’ll need to eat a lot fairly soon
anyway.”
“Well, well, well,” a voice said cockily. “If it
isn’t the mercernary sister of that wretched Akane and
my so-called competition the serving girl.” Nabiki
winced, though strangely enough Ukyou merely smirked
at Kodachi’s arrival. “What an interesting
development this is.”
*****
Shampoo set down her delivery box and blinked
around in surprise. She was quite certain that she
had been called on a delivery to the Tendo dojo, and
she had come at a run, certain that her Airen had
called for her.
She never sensed Kasumi coming. The first sign she
had was the feel of two sharp points jabbing into her
skin. Then she was filled with an overwhelming love
and physical desire for the most unlikely person she
could think of.
Kasumi.
“I am sorry for the deception, Shampoo,” Kasumi
whispered behind her, casually unbuttoning the
Amazon’s chinese top. “But I sincerely do need the
meal.”
“Ka…Kasumi?” Shampoo gasped. “Meal in box.”
A pair of gentle, massaging hands reached up to
knead her massive breasts, lightly pinching the
nipples. Something wet and warm flicked into her ear
and trailed a slow path out. She could feel Kasumi’s
bear breasts pressing against her back, informing her
that Kasumi was also naked.
“No, I’m sorry, Shampoo,” Kasumi said, turning the
girl to face her. “The meal is you.”
Yellow eyes met green for an instant as one of the
hands caressing Shampoo’s breasts shifted teasingly
down farther and undid the draw string to her fighting
pants before slipping in between her legs to pet the
puff of purple there.
Shampoo’s eyes registered confusion for a moment
before Kasumi’s lips met hers and the eldest Tendo’s
tongue slipped around within Shampoo’s mouth,
delicately dancing with her own.
Kasumi pulled back to fall into a soft chair that
was conveinently behind her. Shampoo’s hands let out
to cushion her fall and then she lowered herself down
ontop the larger and older girl.
Kasumi drifted her hands around from Shampoo’s
breast and vagina and shifted around to her back and
rear, pulling Shampoo softly down toward her. She
slipped her knee up between the Amazon’s leggs and
smiled briefly as Shampoo arched her back up in
surprise.
Kasumi gently brought Shampoo back down through a
mixture of coaxing and physical guidance. She pulled
the cat-girl’s head back down and held the kiss while
moaning as Shampoo’s hands began to roam themselves.
They were finding some interesting places that Kasumi
had not known about herself.
“Aiya,” Shampoo gasped as Kasumi faded away from
the kiss and gently directed Shampoo to sit up.
Shampoo was blinking to clear her head, wonder if
there were some sort of perverted dream, when Kasumi
began to draw milk.
As before with Ukyou, Kasumi was still gentle
overall, but by contrast she suckled greedily at
Shampoo’s swollen breast, holding tightly and doing
her best not to part from the action until she was
finished. Shampoo’s milk also tasted of cinnamon and
nutmeg, though perhaps the more forceful taste of
cinnamon was more dominant, while Ukyou had a more
subtle, sharp taste.
Shampoo’s gasps came in ever increasing volume
until she was crying out and her entire body was
shivering from the pleasure. She clutched att
Kasumi’s back and wrapped her flexible legs around the
girl’s waist and leg to hold them together and brush
sex to sex.
Shampoo’s vigorous activity almost distracted
Kasumi from her suckling as one particularly powerful
surge of emotion and sensation sent a shockwave
through her. She arched her back crying out
ecstatically and then pulled herself back up to
greedily lick up what milk had spilled in the shock.
Instead she found herself crying out again. She
blinked in mild fright as she realized that she’s
building up to climax already.
Fighting to ignore, or rather act with, the
overwhelming surges of pleasure Shampoo was sending
her, she bent forward and latched onto Shampoo’s
breast to draw out the last drop of her dryad’s milk.
Then she let herself fall back a moment almost losing
her self in the sensations.
“Sha…Sha…Shampoo,” Kasumi gasped. “I need to
be down there.”
Shampoo responded with a bright sunny smile,
strained through the physical activity. Then she
disentangled herself from Kasumi and flipped about
somehow, leaving Kasumi sitting on the chair under
her. Shampoo’s head hung upside down in Kasumi’s lap
as Her legs gripped the chair on either side of
Kasumi’s head.
Kasumi blinked and then smiled as she leaned
forward to taste of Shampoo’s flower and her hands
reached down to knead and caress Shampoo’s ample
breasts. Shampoo had her own hands arched back in a
angle impossible for a martial artist and continued
caressing Kasumi from her upside down and backwards
position.
Shampoo gritted her teeth as Kasumi’s tongue
explored her, and the sensations built up. She drew
in a breath, held it, and then cried out. Then she
drew in another breath, held it and cried out, each
breath sharper and faster as her body rocked under
Kasumi’s ministrations.
Then she exploded, and by what she felt from her
hands, so did Kasumi. She let herself sink in
relaxation, too spent to be again aroused by the
sensation of Kasumi licking up those fluids of hers
that had spilled back down, covering her crotch and
inner thighs.
Finally, Kasumi released her and fell back herself
panting wearily.
“Shampoo is confused,” Shampoo said falling off the
chair and sitting at Kasumi’s feet. “Happy, but
confused.” Kasumi leaned forward and patted her.
“You’ll figure it out soon,” she said. “And I
imagine you’re feeling a little peckish so…”
“Tadaima,” someone called out tentatively. “Give
me a T give me an A give me a D A I give me an M A!!
What’s that spell!? Tadaima!”
“I ordered out already,” Kasumi said smiling.
*****
Kodachi smiled superiorly, holding a packet of
paralysis powder in her hands as she walked towards
them. She flicked her look from Ukyou to Nabiki.
“Now what would you be willing to do to keep
this…” Kodachi’s speech was interrupted as she
turned to look at Nabiki.
The Tendo girl saw Ukyou flash forward and sink her
index fingers into Kodachi’s flesh. She glanced at
her own shoulders and noted the two small injuries
that Ukyou had given her. And now that she thought
about it, the same marks were on Ukyou.
Nabiki panicked, wondering if she too was going to
hunt down some girl to turn into a love slave. Then
she decided it didn’t matter if she could be Ukyou’s
love slave. Again, the thought came without any
amount of disturbance.
“Nabchan,” Ukyou said leeringly. “I think you’ll
want to clean up and go home, unless you want to join
Koda-chan and me.” She turned to Kodachi, whose clear
blue eyes gazed lovingly up into Ukyou’s green ones.
“Uh,” Nabiki said. “I should probably eat first,
besides, if you have Kodachi to play with, it’ll
probably be too much for me.”
Ukyou’s smile and Kodachi’s expectant look
certainly agreed with that assessment.
“I have a Furinkan girl’s uniform in that drawer,”
Ukyou said as Nabiki turned to go for the bathroom.
“I think you need to be punished, ne Koda-chan?”
“Hai,” Kodachi said looking up at Ukyou with a
confused but desiring expression.
“I love your taste in clothes, Koda-chan,” Ukyou
said smirking as she unzipped the leotard and let it
fall.
“I am glad of that, Ukyou-sama,” Kodachi said in
tone she usually reserved for Ranma. Ukyou cupped her
chin hard and smiled before pulling Kodachi back with
her and sitting on the bed.
A moment later Kodachi had been pulled over and
laid across Ukyou’s knees. Ukyou rose her hand and
then paused, looking to Kodachi’s preparatory face
before she let fly.
“You tell me if I start going too hard,” she said
insistantly.
“I shall do so, Ukyou-sama,” Kodachi said, she was
touched by the concern in Ukyou’s voice when the young
woman had temporarily dropped the act there. Then she
let her hand fly smacking into Kodachi’s rear end.
The hand flew several more times and was still
flying when Nabiki walked in. Strangely, the sight of
Ukyou with a naked Kodachi across her lap and spanking
her aroused her slightly. She momentarily regretted
telling Ukyou she was frightened as she saw the weird,
though ecstatic expression on Kodachi’s face.
Some instinct told her she would need to eat
quickly and in great amounts, so participating would
be a bad idea. Maybe next time, she decided, if she
didn’t like it, she wouldn’t do it again. So saying
she left the other two to their games. This time she
didn’t even notice that the thought “next time” hadn’t
bothered her.
She did try it next time, but decided she
definitely did not like either doing it or having it
done. She preferred control through more subtle and
delicate means if she was going to do any sort of
control. Ukyou shrugged and followed a to each their
own belief and kept the S&M games between her and
Kodachi, who was happy as well that she had something
unique to offer.
Considerate that Kodachi’s butt was probably
exceptionally sore, Ukyou shifted around to come under
her when she first started kissing the girl. Her
hands roamed over Kodachi’s pale white back while
Kodachi reached out to grasp at and clutch Ukyou’s
breasts.
She broke away from the kiss to lick and nip her
way down to Kodachi’s breasts, viciously pinching
Kodachi with a smirk when the gymnast tried to
continue the embrace. Kodachi glanced at her with a
smile that clearly expressed her satisfaction at that
small pain.
Again, Ukyou paid Kodachi’s milk the attention a
gourmet wine-taster attended a fifty year old bottle
of a rare vintage. The mint and cream was basically
the same, though the sharper taste of mint was almost
overwhelming in Kodachi’s flavor. Ukyou appreciated
the difference artistically. Her Nabchan, for all her
outer Ice Queen act, was a little more refined and
traditional when it came to sex. Her Koda-chan was
the one that liked things kinky.
“W…what,” Kodachi gasped clutching at Ukyou’s
back and wincing in pleasure as her red bottom
contacted something. “Have I become?”
“My naiad, sugar,” Ukyou said, pausing her
attention to Kodachi’s breasts to answer for a moment.
Then she smirked and returned to her activity.
Kodachi sucked in her breath and gasped out with a
suffocated laughter as she felt Ukyou’s tongue lap
delicately over her skin, every so often sucking at
one or another of her tits and wrapping her tongue
around them. Ukyou’s hands, forgetful of the
treatment she had given Kodachi, travelled done and
grapsed Kodachi’s ass, massaging it forcefully and
sending waves of pleasant pain through her body.
Ukyou pulled away regretfully as she had finished
drawing on Kodachi’s milk. She rolled over gently to
put Kodachi under her and slid down smoothly with a
smirk on her face.
Ukyou rubbed the inside of Kodachi’s thighs,
resisting the desire to just dive in. Kodachi moaned
at the touches, which maintained her arousal without
increasing to the point of climax and release.
“You belong to me, Kodachi,” Ukyou said. “After
all the shit you put me through, you belong to me.
Don’t you?”
“Yes, Ukyou-sama,” Kodachi gasped with a sharp
intake of breath. She closed her eyes and gripped the
blankets about her in a bundle.
“What should I do with you, Koda-chan?” Ukyou asked
slipping one hand into Kodachi and shifting around.
“I should take your payment out of my hide,
Ukyou-sama,” Kodachi said with an expectant smile.
“Good idea,” Ukyou said. “But you’re too pretty to
ruin, so perhaps something else for now.”
She smirked as she shifted her fingers in a sudden
thrust deep within Kodachi. Kodachi’s entire body
shook with the thrust and the next, and the one after
that.
As Ukyou watched Kodachi reacted so strongly to
this she decided to maybe buy something of the
appropriate size for the next time.
She watched, with a slowly building arousal of her
own as Kodachi’s reactions grew stronger. Kodachi was
holding back as long as possible to let the sensation
build, but Ukyou moved too fast and too forcefully to
resist long.
She burst in a long howling laughter, before fading
back into small “ha’s” and catch her breath as Ukyou
bent to the task of catching the fluids their activity
had released. She was about to let herself fade back
into unconsciousness when she heard Ukyou’s voice.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Ukyou said. “You’re not finished
yet Koda-cahn.”
Kodachi sat up, wincing at the burning still coming
from her ass, and saw Ukyou sitting on a chair and
giving a come hither gesture. The girl was leaning
forward, emphasizing her groin, and smiling.
“You have to finish me off now,” she said. Kodachi
smiled and padded over to kneel in front of Ukyou.
“Hai, Ukyou-sama,” Kodachi said with twisted good
humor.
*****
Nabiki came home to confusion. Hers and the
places. Genma and Soun were still gone, no surprise
there, but that fortune teller girl from school was
there for some reason. And there was some shouting
going on upstairs.
She glanced up at Nabiki with blue eyes, and Nabiki
shook her head in realization. She sat down with Miyo
at the table. Apparently she was waiting for dinner.
“So, do you belong to Ukyou too?” she asked. She
still thought it was funny that that concept did not
bother her.
“No, Nabiki,” Miyo said. “Shampoo graciously
accepted me as her lover, though I have not yet
figured out why. I am told that after a good meal
that I shall understand things better.”
Nabiki heard the goings on upstairs and frowned.
Ukyou she could forgive anything, even seducing her
older sister, but Shampoo that was another story.
“Dinner is ready,” a familiar voice called out. It
wasn’t coming from upstairs. Kasumi walked in and set
out a large platter before Miyo. She glanced at
Nabiki and gasped. “Oh my! I assume that my Ukyou
must have taken you?”
“Your…” Nabiki blinked. “You mean this is YOUR
fault? I thought sure this would come down to Ranma!”
“I’m afraid that I ate something that Happosai was
intending for Ranma,” Kasumi explained. “Everything
else was necessary.”
“Can you explain how?” Nabiki asked, though she
felt even more subservient to Kasumi suddenly than she
had to Ukyou. Perhaps that was because this was her
owner’s owner.
“Eat,” Kasumi said smiling. “I need to prepare
another helping.”
The house was split by an earth-shaking cry, that
was spelled out. Everybody looked up and blinked.
“And I suppose that means that Shampoo is settled
for this month,” Kasumi said in relief. She
disappeared into the kitchen leaving behind two very
confused girls that were soon joined by Shampoo and
that cheerleader martial artist with a goofy looking
grin on her face as she sat on the other side of
Shampoo from Miyo.
“This had better be one hell of an explanation,”
Nabiki muttered.
*****
“Tadaima,” Akane called out as she and Ranma came
home.
“Just come in like we haven’t been gone a coupla
months,” Ranma said with a smirk.
“Have you been taking lessons from Nabiki?” Akane
asked.
“Oh,” Kasumi said coming down the stairs and
looking rather embarrassed for some reason. “Ranma,
Akane, you’re back!” She rushed forward and hugged
them tightly. “I was beginning to get worried.”
“All we did was elope and go on a honeymoon,” Ranma
said.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Kasumi said, blinking. Ranma
and Akane looked at her strangely.
“That’s what everybody’s said,” Akane muttered.
“Oh, you’ve spoken to the others?” Kasumi asked.
Though Shampoo’s reaction had been the expected
flaring angry…for about two seconds followed by an
“I can live with it” reaction. And Cologne had said
something about Shampoo being beyond the tribes laws
or something. The words “minor kami” had come up for
some reason.
Akane was still trying to figure out why Shampoo
had told Mousse, “we go on date when I clear with
girlfriends” after being dropped by Ranma. It was
half an attempt to get him jealous and more than half
serious.
Kodachi had been even stranger. She had ranted,
raved and threatened, as expected. And then she had
taken a big breath and limped over to her desk to grab
a bouquet of flowers and one of those toilet seats
hospitals give people with injuries in a sensitive
area. She handed these to Akane with instructions to
tell her sister that she apologized wholeheartedly.
“The only person we haven’t talked to yet is
Ukyou,” Akane said finally.
“Hey, Kachan, I’m really sorry about the silk
nightdress,” Ukyou said coming down stairs, holding
the destroyed garment. “I was just a little over
eager, that time of the month you know, and maybe I
forgot I was with you not Kodachi and…well…what
are you pointing at?”
Ukyou turned to see a wide-eyed Ranma and Akane.
“Uhhh….” Ukyou said nervously. “I should be
going…Kodachi is meeting me at a cafe…I
already…uh…saw…Nabiki so…ummm….” The
wide-eyes grew wider. “I should go now before I
swallow my leg…” A curious light came into her eyes
as she said that and then left the building,
practically fleeing. Ranma and Akane didn’t like the
look of that light, they turned toward Kasumi.
“Some explanations are in order I suppose,” Kasumi
said, blushing red.

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