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First slice: I love my brother but I love cake, too.

"Cake-O! Cake-O!" smiled Takumi.

The two happy parents looked at their son with glee. Whenever he was happy, he would run about their pâtisserie, sweet with the scents of fresh cakes, hand decorated with elaborate designs. His mother was pregnant now, and they teased him with his upcoming sibling.

"What shall we name your little sister?" asked his mother.
"Cake-O! Cake-O!" he said, eyes wide.
"Well, Keiko it is!" his father smiled back.

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"Takumi loves Keiko!" The boy, still just a toddler, held the young baby in his arms, and gave her a good squeeze. As they grew together, he shared many hand holdings and hugs with his younger sister. Protecting her from bullies, learning their parents trade, there would be nothing that would separate them apart. Nothing.

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"Please decorate this cake and deliver it to this address," the cold note said.

Takumi and Keiko almost never saw each other outside the pâtisserie since their parents died. Even when they worked together, a distance separated the two siblings. His bright happiness became cold obsession, as he labored and slaved over every cake. His mother taught him to bake the most delicious cakes, and his father taught his sister how to decorate them. But, on the day they were to learn each other's skills, their parents were caught in a terrible accident, and Takumi's smiling wide eyes disappeared. Despite their best attempts, the competitiveness of the big city's confectionery industry drove them out of business. Takumi would be hired by a local hotel chain. Keiko would go to cooking school in Kyoto. They would never see each other again. The phone rang. A cancellation. The last cake Takumi would bake was now unwanted. It's two layers of small round cake would never sit atop each other. The small rolled cake between them sat between them, lonely. Keiko entered the room, the cake and frosting ready, unaware of their unwanted fate. But cakes were meant to be decorated. Keiko was meant to be with Takumi.

For Keiko loved Takumi, as well.

 

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Takumi entered through the back. There was no point entering the front door. No one would ever walk through it again. Unlocking the back, he saw his little sister. Decorating... decorating... the attention she paid was exquisite detail, the perfect fleshtones... the texture of the veins... the beautiful wrinkles on the roundness of the cakes... Suddenly, "hentia, hentia, hentia" she yelled, but what was there to yell about? Surely this work of confectionery succulence surpassed any and all plebeian concerns about it subject matter.

And he wanted to taste. He wanted to feel the soft buttercream across his lips. He wanted the silken texture on his tongue, the firm peaks of frosting exposed to air, the supple deliciousness underneath. He admitted his need, his insistence on washing the bowls of his sister's frosting after hours, his real desire to lick them clean in shameful lonely isolation.

"Takumi..." he heard. Returning his attention to the scene, he saw her, touching herself through her top. The very same hands that created and coated with the frosting were now touching her clothes and body. Takumi's blood began to rise, his heart pumping at this sight -- the sight of food being wasted! It was the height of disrespect for not just precious nutrition, but aesthetics as well. She lifted her skirt and he saw her panties. Her beautiful wonderful panties. For they matched in hue and color the buttercream frosting he so adored! Of course! The panties! Surely, the panties must have inspired her to create such edible art. As she rubbed herself, he felt a stiff hardness between his own thighs.

But she was desecrating the cake. The cake! He flung open the door, as she thrust her body against the confection. "That is wrong! That is wrong!" he cried oblivious to the fetish before him. But Takumi could not merely chastise her. He must taste it! A dessert like this was meant to be consumed! Eaten! Savored with every bite. Yet this was Keiko's frosting. Wiping the frosting off Keiko with some ragged towel would be a sin! A crime! Takumi's fingers were not worthy to even touch this goddess' creation.

He held Keiko by the wrist, lifting up her cream-covered fingers to his own lips. First kissing them, then licking them, and finally suckling on them, Takumi marveled at the deliciousness of her unique craftsmanship. He spied the white delicacy on her neck, and pulled her to him, her frosting-covered breasts pressed against the whiteness of his uniform. He closed his eyes, as his tongue again slid against the soft sugary flesh of Keiko. "Cake-O... Cake-O..." he murmured, nibbling her flesh so delicately, until his teeth slid over the contours of her earlobe. He bit her so lightly, as if he was tasting her treats for the first time. Cake stuck to her face with frosting. Takumi pressed himself against her on the table, and kissed her, fully on the cheeks, as his tongue licked and lapped up the sugary goodness of her buttercream skin. He soon turned towards Keiko's mouth, his lips pressed against hers, his tongue exploring her sweet sweet mouth, tongues lashing as if whipping butter.

He broke the kiss, and looked at her body. Cake everywhere! Cake! "No, no, no," he cried. "You have cake on your clothing," he despaired. With a heat welling within him, he tore off her top, her underwear exposed, frosting and bits of cake atop her breasts. He dove in again, fiercely licking the tops of her breasts, his tongue seeking her nipples, seeking any flesh that could be covered with sugary goodness. Pulling down her cups, he beheld her mounds, and bit the tips of her nipples, his tongue frantically flicking across them, his murmurs of "Cake-O... Cake-O" mixed with his deft nibbles of her firm hardness.

He began licking down her body, his kisses following the crumbs to her delicious triangle. He inhaled her scent, mixed with sweet buttercream. He beheld her panties, coated with frosting, and flecked with bits of cake. Of course! Her panties matched the color of her frosting masterpiece. He cried with delight at the discovery of her succulence. He pressed his mouth against the silken fabric, licking up the delicious taste of her and their creations. He could feel her heat through the fabric, moistened with frosting, his tongue, and her essence.

He wanted more. He wanted the taste of his sister within him. He tore away the panties, plunging his tongue into her pussy. He sucked at her lips, her delicious juices intermingling with the taste of sugar upon her. He sucked at her hard little clit, teeth flicking against her swollen goodness.

 

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Takumi felt Keiko erupt. Her pure delicious pussy juices intermingled with the frosting and cake, exploding on his lips the quivering mass of flesh and exquisite taste of buttercream and sugar. He hungrily licked her, selfishly demanding more and more of the confectionery elixir. He moaned into her, drunken on the alcohol-like sugars overwhelming his senses. Keiko infused his mouth, nostrils, and eyes with her patisserie essence. Aroused and inflamed, he could feel his own hardness stiffen, swelling and erupting, demanding the same patisserie satisfaction his own lips had the fortune to taste.

He looked back at the cake. The way she crushed it between her thighs at the tip of the cake now made it look like a valentine's heart. The sweet purity of her juices intermingling with the sweet pink frosting. He smiled, the delicious fortune of witnessing his sister's passion to create this finest cake. His eyes burned with passion. This knowledge that only his sister could create such delicious frosting.

And then he looked down. Frosting somehow got smeared on his own uniform, a terrible blotch violating the sanctity of a patisserie's pure whiteness. The smear was between his thighs and upon his crotch, an almost parody of a man climaxing clothed. He indicated this mess with his fingertips, his hardness just restrained by his uniform. He lowered his head, his own hands unable to touch the frosting created by his goddess, Keiko.

"Cleanse me, Keiko-chan. Rise to your knees and remove me of this delicious frosting. I am unworthy to touch it, much less have it upon my meager clothing. Place your lips on me and divest me of the sacred cream of butter. Will you take this responsibility?"

 

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Takumi watched as Keiko knelt down. He caressed her hair as she began to lick. Taste. Nibble. He could feel her tongue slowly sliding up and down his shaft, through his uniform. The sensation of her warm wet mouth, gradually seeping onto his cock, was almost too much to bear. He gasped, closing his eyes, then feeling a coolness between his loins, as his clothing was removed. He touched her hair again, and let out a low moan, as he felt her wanton sucking, his stiffness responding to her oral ministrations. "Oh, Keiko..." he groaned, her head sliding up and down his thick hard shaft. "I'm going to... I'm going to..." He did not finish his sentence. He could feel her fingertips on his balls, coaxing his warm white cream from within his body. His core was melting, his knees quivering at the sensation of delivering his salty sweet seed into her round little mouth. He let out a loud groan, as he came, his come in small bursts.

"You're going to what?" smiled the generically attractive woman watching them.



Second Slice: I love my brother, but Who's This Woman?

"Konnichiwa!!!" greeted the woman. "Thank you for inviting us. I am the hostess from the 'Love Love Marriage' show, and this is my cameraman. You may call him C-Man."

"Ah, yes, the woman from the station. Keiko, I neglected to tell you that," said Takumi, "In an attempt to save the bakery, I was thinking of selling 'marital cakes'. They're the same idea as marital aids. But they're cakes. Delicious cakes. As you know, the Japanese government is concerned about our declining birth rate, and the Ministry of Finance is granting subsidies for businesses encouraging reproduction between marriage partners."

"And this must be your wife," the hostess replied.

"Yes," paused Takumi, "This is my wife."

"She is so beautiful!", the woman beamed.

"YES," paused Takumi, "THIS IS MY WIFE!"

Turning towards the cake, the woman said, "And this cake is lovely, too! May I have a taste?"

"YES," stammered Takumi, "THE CAKE IS DELICIOUS!"

The woman courteously picked up a fork and served herself a piece. "Oishiiiiii..." she smiled, perhaps rehearsingly. "How did you make it.?"

Takumi briefly recalled seeing his sister sitting on the cake. Her lithe body sliding across the frosting, her little hands fondling and exploring her body. And the frosting. The frosting that matched her panties.

"WITH LOVE!!!" Takumi exclaimed.

"Ho, ho, hooo!!!" smiled the woman, looking at Takumi, still naked from the waist down. "I certainly see! Well, I don't want to interrupt your and your wife's lovemakig. We need to prepare a film of how well your cake has improved your love life. I think a demonstration is in order. However," the woman continued, handing them a large blanket, "in order to maintain a standard of decency, it would be proper for you to conceal yourself and your mate as you continue your intimacy."

"Of course," replied Takumi. "Shall we begin, Keiko?"

 

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Takumi began to sweat, the joyous feeling of his sister's walls around his member. His breathing became heavier, as his panting reflected his thrusting into his beloved Keiko.

"I will now lick and nibble Keiko's ear," he said, now licking and nibbling Keiko's ear. "And then kiss her, my tongue penetrating deeply." He turned her head to kiss her, his tongue into her mouth, playing with hers, tasting the sweetness of the cake and her mouth. "Mmmrf nrrrf grbbn erff," he continued, explaining how their tongues lashed while he thrust into her.

Turning her around, he placed her on the table, sitting towards him and facing him. The shadows cast onto the blanked clearly outlined their bodies, with his cock in full view of the camera. He then lowered his hips to hers, and inserted himself into Keiko. "I am now inside of my beloved. My penis again sliding into her, filling her up with my manhood. I now will lower my face to her beautiful breasts and proceed to lick and suck them." The shadows projected onto the thin blanket showed Keiko's erect breasts, her firm nipples welcoming Takumi's mouth. His tongue slid across her nipples, his teeth playing and biting them.

"I will now kiss my love and describe the deep kiss as I kiss her."

His remaining words were quite muffled.

 

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"YES! YES!" cried out Takumi, pumping furiously into Keiko. He began to lose focus, as his torrid fucktool forced itself in and out of his beloved sister's quim. His eyes widened as he heard his sister's wanton cries. "CREAM... CREAM!!!" he spouted, as he gripped her harder. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tightly holding her hair. He pushed her mouth into his, as his tongue madly thrust into her mouth, forcing itself as deep as his cock plunging into her wet swollen pussy. Fierce muffles erupted as he kissed her, the thin blanked now transparent with their torrid sweat. He broke the kiss, only to have his mouth dive onto her breasts, his hand now groping and fondling her soft yet firm breasts. His tongue slathered up and down her chest. recklessly sliding across her nipples, across her neck. His fingers pinched her nipples, squeezing as his hot breath panted upon her petite body. He continued to fuck her, his hips bucking, his sweat beading and streaming from his skin. Harsh hands held her buttocks, lifting her off the table, ramming her small body against his solid hard dick. His fingers gripped the soft flesh of her bottom, pushing her svelte body into his erect ramming cock. "CAKE-O, CAKE-O" he screamed, only to clamp his mouth against hers. He kissed her again, deeply, his tongue forcing its way in, his mouth closed on hers. The blanked fell to the floor as he arched, madly, the thick white froth erupting from his aching balls, through his shaft, into Keiko's wet hot pussy.

"Well," smiled the reporter, "at least we won't have to censor out the genitals. He's buried in, deep!" The reporter suppressed a laugh behind her polite and polished grin. "See you next week!"

 

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Mikulicious

Usotsuki smiled back at the polite hostess. As she bent over to strap himself in, he took a good look at her low-hanging breasts. D-cup? C-cup? Well, they didn't quite fit her frame. He still tried to catch a glimpse of her panties. The underwear matched her costume-slash-uniform perfectly. Good job.

Usotsuki made himself comfortable in the cockpit. Most of his body was covered in the silicon skinsuit. The dashboard between his legs was still warm from its last play. How many players have you seen, thought Usotsuki, as he slid himself up and down, anticipating the simulated flesh of his play partner. A light vacuum permeated the suit, stretching it tighter across his skin. He wiggled his hips a bit more, so that the flexible plastic seat conformed to his butt better. His arms and hands were comfortably adjusted and calibrated, so that he could feel and fondle his partner better. His mouth even had attachments, if and when his partner wanted her boobs sucked, pussy licked, or even let him suck her fingers, lips, or other simulated body parts. He didn't need to wear glasses, either, as the machine adjusted its ocular vision to allow play without them.

He summoned the "Player's Wanted" screen. Girls... girls... he unset the filter of "Female players only" off out of curiosity and saw several avatars pop up. He set on again, of course. Most of the girls had computer-rendered 2D avatars, pretty standard stuff. Some chose to look just like them, some added obligatory "kawaii" modifications. A few players went more of the 3D route, basing themselves on various AV and gravure models. A player, of course, may have had several avatars, and a player's avatar would rotate like a slideshow. Most moved a bit, sometimes provocatively, reflecting a few seconds of a climactic scene they played in. The longer a player played -- at least for the women -- the more likely they would accumulate a library of slideshows.

One of them seemed to attract his attention. The avatar seemed to stare at him, unchanging. A new player? It looked like she chose to scan her face, then impose it in a Hatsune Miku avatar. A pretty face, though. Hatsune Miku with a realistic 3D rendering? It didn't quite look like a 3D Miku, so it must be... yep, another girl showing off herself as her avatar. Pfft. He wondered how close the avatar looked to her in real life. Even the "realistic" faces couldn't be trusted. Who know if this was her, or just some model, idol, or AV personality she put into a Miku skinsuit. Neko kitty ears? Well, he'd be making her purr all right. Usually, this sort of play would be fulfilled quite quickly by his fellow otaku, but he knew the orb was in less demand because it wasn't straight fucking. Or was she rejecting other male requests? Some members, in a vain attempt at hooking up, showed their actual pictures in their profiles. Usotsuki had one and... ah, best not to think too hard about this. Select.

Usotsuki let out a low contented moan as the orb slowly started. Just as the Mitsuki character could feel the sliding of the slick ball across her skintight suit (if she chose to wear one at all), he could feel the contented purring of the silicon flesh across his cock. It was as if he was the orb, infinite contact with the female body along his hardening shaft. He rotated the ball faster, adjusting the friction, so that he could feel himself glide faster along her slick skin. He groaned a bit, slowly edging himself, though it took quite a bit for him to come. His fingertips controlled the speed of the orb, and he wondered how fast she -- and he -- could take the pressure. He alternated it. Fast... slow... then fast again. He then slid it right... then left... then both, a perfect symmetry over his stiffening cock. Was she enjoying it, too? He groaned as the sliding sensation slipped to his balls and even closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation.

He looked up at the screen. Was she ready for some actual riding? He flicked to piston mode and smiled.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEtbI7x_Vno
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSfHM-7YsHY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4d8O3bmSHo

 

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Third Slice : I love my brother but we need to make the frosting first!

"Konnichiwa..." the emaciated voice said from within. The curtains were drawn, the light shut out. A palpable darkness and gloom permeated the kitchen, mountains of cakes piled within corners, globs of frosting sitting in bowls. Hideous parodies of human body parts lay atop each other, blobs of frosting sliding from one perched confection to the next. Terrible monstrosities of goo slathered atop one another. In the center of the room, hunched over one of the bowls, sat Takumi, mixing. His back was towards Keiko, his uniform a mess of neglect and icing. He stirred another bowl of frosting, a repetitive sound of the spoon hitting the side of the container. "It's a sham..." he cried. "It's a sham..." his voice trailed off as the cakes came into view. They were almost parodies of the cakes displayed up front. "I placed the cakes upfront because they need to be there," he said, "but none of them are right. Customers come to the store... they look at them, but... somehow, they know these cakes aren't right. We sold some after the interview, but no one's coming back... will they ever come back?"

Takumi looked up at Keiko. His cheeks were hollow, hair disheveled. Bags sat under his eyes, dim reminders of his dedication. "It's the frosting. There's something wrong with the frosting," he said, with a weakening voice. "It's not like it tasted when I first saw you... saw you..." his voice trailed off, dim memories flickering off. What little light within him, dark and spent. His head sunk down, slow tears falling down his cheeks, intermingling with the crusted sugar upon his lips.

"Keiko. Please." He raised his head up again, and held up and offered a bowl of the icing to Keiko. It was nearly pristine, almost shining, yet something was missing. "Let us recreate that day and make the perfect frosting. Please. Help me."

 

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"Yes. YES.", he said, understanding her.

He looked deep into her eyes, and kissed her. He touched her cheeks with his fingers, beckoning her to raise her lips to his. His heart swelled with passion, with desire, her warmth filling him with need. He kissed her again, his tongue and breath pressing into her, as his hands held her back and buttocks. Lifting her, he placed her on the kitchen table, kissing her deeply. laying her tenderly on the surface, and touching her face, her neck. His fingertips unbuttoned her uniform, revealing the white blouse underneath. He then nuzzled himself against her breasts, his cheeks flushed with heat, his lips searching for need. His hot breath on her soft skin, he kissed her again, as he unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. He gently stroked her legs, her inner thighs, appreciating the stockings she wore for him. Just for him. On the table sat one of the bowls, encrusted with sugar and buttercream. It sat lonely, forlorn, wishing to be one with the couple.

"I understand..." he said.

Scooping up the frosting with his fingers, he placed his fingertips on her lips, dribbling the cream onto her, inserting a finger into her mouth, adoring her as she tasted the frosting. He then kissed her again, swirling his tongue with hers, tasting her mouth with the sweet sweet cream. His tongue swirled with her, mixing the sweet taste with her own, his moans earnestly reflecting his driven desires. His fingers then traced a path down her neck, his kisses following, his tongue licking, sliding along her delicate sweet flesh. He then lifted her bra, exposing her breasts, now wet with cream. He suckled, his small bites on her nipples combined with the taste of the frosting. His hands traveled down her petite body, sliding across her stomach, a white trail of virgin frosting making a path to her nether regions. He pressed forward, feeling the silky pleasure of her panties, rubbing the cream into her warm swollen pussy. He kissed her again, as his fingers pressed wantonly, eagerly, into her soft sibling flesh, slipping between the fabric and entering her swollen lips.

 

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Princess

The Woman's Institute of General Well Being was founded during the Civil War, to aid women cope with the losses of their husbands and sons. The Institute was founded by a wealthy family, whose mansion still resides on the premises of the Institute. Starting as a simple charity function, the mansion grounds slowly became a full-fledged hospital, still focusing on the psychiatric needs of its patients. While some patients come from wealthy (and perhaps bored) families, others give back to the charity by performing community services, some functioning as servants to the mansion's family.

The truth, however, is a more sinister secret. The mansion and institute reside on Ley lines of energy, and are a nexus to supernatural forces. The distress from the suffering of those who lost their love made it an obvious location for a facility to reap the emotions of the local inhabitants. Part of the grounds resides on an unrecorded battlefield, where restless spirits of dead soldiers abound to haunt the inhabitants. Were these spirits allowed to leave unfettered, they would have wreaked havoc long ago. But demonic forces attracted to this location have since tamed them, using them for their own needs, even to the point of raising these spirits to the ranks of incubi, or casting them down into tentacled unmentionable beasts.

The mansion and institute are controlled by The Sisters. The Sisters are these demons, having infiltrated the family long ago. The First Sister, a futa, has the role of the Head Maid. Although she does little maid work herself, she is in charge of the staff, occasionally personally "training" a new maid she has interest in. The Second Sister is more closely attuned to the Netherworld. It is her role to control and corrupt the current male Master of the Mansion.

Harnessing the sexual energies of the humans -- the Master, maids, female patients, and nurses -- is part of the duties of The Sisters. To perform this, they need mediums, namely human intermediaries and formerly human spirits. Nurses and maids are commonly called to "attend" to the Master, with the First Sister then collecting his anima through sex with these women.

This, however, is not particularly difficult. With medication available through the Institute, the Sisters have acquired a new experimental drug. Its street name, Lust, was ironically named after the deadliest of sins. It heightened the senses, made the body sensitive to touch, aroused the host, and, perhaps most importantly, left them in a state of amnesia. The perfect drug for a place like this.

The newest Master has come of age. As is ritual, his consummation with his own blood serves to enrich the unwholesome energies of the mansion and its local region. Separated at birth, a sister is sent away to live with another family until her return. She is watched over by a familiar, typically her childhood teddy bear, actually an incubus who controls and invades her dreams throughout her life. The incubus typically makes a deal with her, then collects by compelling her to return to the Mansion.

Where The Sisters await for her to fuck her brother.

 

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Andrew spied the young woman he met the night before, and approached her. Smiling a soft smile, he took her fingertips and raised her hand to his lips and kissed them. "Hello, again, Alice. It was a beautiful encounter we had last night. Are you looking forward to more?"

Alice couldn't believe what had happened the day before, all she had found out all she done. She was trying hard to focus on her work and not think about it when she saw Andrew. Her cheeks grew red as he kissed her hand. "Hello Sir" She didn't know what more to say as her cheeks grew redder but slowly she nodded her head.

Andrew returned her nod with a smile. He traced the redness of her cheeks with his fingerips, cooled down with the condensation from his wine glass. "Perhaps I should introduce you to a few more guests at our establishment. Would you like that?"

"Yes Sir" she replied without thinking as his fingers felt so cool against her heated cheeks. She leaned her face slightly against his hand.

"Very good. But first..." his fingers played with her cheeks, his fingertips slowly travelling along her red lips. He had dipped them in wine before touching her. "Perhaps you should sample the wine. How does it taste?"

She liked the way he touched her lips. Parting her lips she licked gently at his fingers before sucking on them. Tasting the wine she pulled back slightly and smiled. "It tastes wonderful"

Andrew raised the glass to his lips, sipping the wine. He then raised Alice's chin and kissed her, letting the liquid flow between his lips and Alice's. He then kissed her more deeply, his tongue searching withing her mouth, playfully asserting, turning more aggressive, more wanting. "How does it taste now?" he breathed.

Alice closed her eyes as he kissed her and she felt the wine enter her mouth. Then he was kissing her deeper and she let out a moan as he became more demanding with his kiss. "Wonderful," she replied breathing hard.

He grasped her bottom, his hand pressing into her flesh. Her underthings were exposed as he gradually lifted her skirt, kissing her more passionately, more deeply. He pressed his body into hers, his hardness welling up within him. "Would you like to taste more? I believe you will enjoy what I have to offer."

She melted into his kiss returning it with all the passion and fire he had set a light in her. Alice felt him start to hardened against her body and she felt her own body respond as her panties started to get wet. "Oh yes please" she panted softly.

Andrew slowly undid his zipper, allowing his tumescence to emerge, fully extended. He placed Alice's fingers on his large cock, hotter and stiffer than his exploring tongue. He kissed her again. "Please taste me," he said.

Her fingers stroked his cock, it was as large and big as she remembered, but this time she got to explore it with her fingers. Alice's fingers trailed up and down the member, before she finally sunk to her knees and slipped her lips around it. Taking a little at first before slowly taking more.

Andrew let out a little groan, as he felt her wonderful lips around his swollen shaft. He slipped a finger into the wine glass, coating it liberally with wine. He then rubbed his fingertips along his shaft, alternating his wine-daubed touches with the motions of hers along his shaft. Precome oozed out of his cock, to mix with the delicious alcohol.

Her lips and her tongue caressed his cock. Her eyes closed as she did this. So she was surprised when she tasted wine. Opening her eyes she saw what he was doing and smiled around the tip of his cock before returning, enjoying the taste of him and wine.

He returned the smile, swirling the fermented liquid in his hand. "Suck my balls," he said. "Suck my balls and play with my cock. I want to see your tongue all over me." He took a sip of the wine, slowly emptying the glass.

Alice did watch she was asked sliding her tongue once more over his cock she made her way down to his balls, licking and sucking on them as her fingers circled his cock and she started to stoke it once more.

Andrew emptied the wine glass and motioned for it to be refilled. He held the head of Alice with his free hand, guiding it over his hard swollen member. "Open your mouth, my sweet. Open your mouth." He then proceeded to fuck it, sliding then forcing his huge member between her lips and tongue. Stacy appeared, to fill up his wine glass. "Stacy," Andrew requested, "Please reveal your wonderful breasts, so that I may pleasure my mouth with more than just wine."

 

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The Wife

The little white card on the table looked innocuous enough.

The tall blonde woman bit her lip in concern. While she and the Indian woman did not see each other outside of work, their infrequent hellos in the hallway led to them occasionally eating lunch together. It was a fine enough relationship for an office environment. "Look, I should warn you this place is a red light sort of thing, but you look fantastic, have a great body, and I know one of the older men there has a thing for Indian and exotic-looking women. It's great pay for a night's work, and I know you two could use the money. You just lost your job, and you told me your husband hasn't been able to find one for a few months now. Things are dire now, and you two won't be able to pay the rent and your other bills. You'll have to leave the United States now. Believe me, this will be the fastest money you'll ever make."

"However..." she paused a bit. "However, he's something of an exhibitionist. He likes to be watched when he has sex with a woman. And not by just anyone. It has to be with her husband or boyfriend." The blonde woman pushed the card towards the other woman, glancing down as she did it. "I'm not sure if you can get away with hiring some guy to be your boyfriend, but... he occasionally gets women to do this. He seems successful. He seems to be able to sort of tell if the women he fucks and the guy who's watching are a couple or not. Anyway... it's good money," she said, a little hesitation in her voice.

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Sexy Neko Space Rangerette GO!!!

"Nyahahaha!!!" the Evil Queen Evil cackled, as she looked down upon Team Sexy Neko Space Rangerette! "So! You have failed to infiltrate my infiltration-proof secret hideout base which is infiltration-proof! I have captured your team and they are now bound by my evil tentacle beasts as I cackle in expository dialogue! Nyahahah!"

Evil Queen Evil's minions: "Nyahaha!"

"Quiet! Captain Sexy Neko Space Rangerette, you now see on these monitors your Sexy Neko Space Rangerette Team bound and captive by my evil tentacle beasts like I just said because I like to cackle in expository dialogue. Let us hear their pleas for rescue as they are bound and captive by my evil tentacle beasts!

Dread Pirate Roberta: "No! Don't do it!"
Athenia: "Captain! Save yourself!"
Shurikitten: "You Evil Queen! You'll pay for this!"
Red Victoria: "This tickles! Woo!!!"

"Quiet! Now, Captain Sexy Neko Space Rangerette, if you value your crew, you will do my bidding! I would rather throw you to my evil tentacle beasts, but I have some missions you shall undertake! Nyahaha!"

Evil Queen's Minions: "Nyahahah!"

"Quiet! I have narrowed down my challenges to these for now. You must pick one and succeed at your task. The first mission... it is very difficult. You must seduce the Senior Junior Officer to swear fealty to me, Evil Queen Evil. Nyhahah!"

Evil Queen's Minions: "Nyahahah!"

"Quiet! The second mission... it is even more very difficult than the first. You must impersonate the Presidential Candidate and ruin his credibility on teevee! Seduce him, then impersonate him, then have him seduce an intern! Nyhahah!"

Evil Queen's Minions: "Nyahahah!"

"Quiet! The third mission... it is even more very even more difficult than the second! You must defeat the other rival pirates before they infiltrate my infiltration-proof secret base! They have really big breasts and practice the not-so-ancient-but-very-interesting art of tit-fighting. Nyahaha!

Evil Queen's Minions: "Nyahahah!"

"Quiet! The fourth mission... It is ever more very even more very even more difficult than the third! You must infiltrate the less infiltration-proof Annual Poolboy Convention and rescue my poor Roberto! Or Alexei. Or Jean-Claude. Hell, bring 'em all. Nyahahah!"

Evil Queen's Minions: "Nyahahah!"

"Quiet! Now select one! And let us hear the last words of your crew members lest you fail!"

Dread Pirate Roberta: "No! Don't do it!"
Athenia: "Captain! Save yourself!"
Shurikitten: "You Evil Queen! You'll pay for this!"
Red Victoria: "Bring on the poolboys!"
Evil Queen's Minions: "Nyahahah!"

"Quiet!"

 

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Tentacles and Tea

"Mmm... delicious," said the House Steward sipping from his cup. "She makes the most wonderful tea I have ever tasted in years. Perhaps longer."

"She's an 'orrible maid, that's what she is!" shrilled the hoary Housekeeper behind him. "She takes naps when she shouldn't, and does a poor job cleanin'! You shouldn't na hired her! You shouldn't!"

"Ah... well," the House Steward replied, his back still towards her. "Perhaps we could use one less maid."

"Indeed, indeed!" wagged the old woman, off in a huff. "Get to it!" she grumbled.

Not quite meanwhile, the young maid napped effortlessly in the servant's quarters. There was no light from outside, and this suited the House Steward quite well. The tea had long cooled, and he opened a book, a book with a cover of skin, and pages long yellow. He began to speak, words not utterable by a familiar tongue, as the darkened room became darker. Floorboards moved, and a slimy tendril slid from under the maiden's bed, slowly creeping up the bed rails onto a naked leg. It wound upon it, seeping upon her thighs, towards her nether regions. For gods must be slaked and sacrifices made.

Tea or no tea.

 

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Kagumi and the Demon

Nephidius grumbled.

Seal or no seal, banishment was a pain in the arse and the demon had to make his way back to the human plane because... well, the sex *was* good, and that tender young thing with the ample cleavage was so damn cute to fuck. He emerged from the gate, the smell of man's air mingling with the sulfur from hell. It was one of these "high schools" he beheld, full of nubile young souls. He gleefully smelled the scent of these creatures, and his blood began to boil. But he sought to fuck again the lovely Kagumi. Though sent back to hell again and again, only her tight juicy pussy could satiate his carnal demonic desires.

The train arrived at the station just outside the school. It was only dusk, yet the skies hung dark and ominous, suggesting a dread an unease only the underworld could bring. It was almost as pitch black as night, as two red eyes longed in the blackness for the tasty delicious flesh of the shapely exorcist.

The scroll had but one word on it. Nephidius.

 

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Kagumi: Tantric Exorcist

Ikidomari sauntered up, with his shiny wavy brown hair and gleaming bright teeth. He stood high in his manly boy's uniform, pristine and white. "Ah, lovely maiden. How are you today? You behold us with your presence at our high school." While she wasn't looking, he tried to peek up her skirt and down her t-shirt while trying to cop a feel. While she was looking, he was a tall handsome bishonen with long legs and more wavy hair. He suddenly presented her a rose in full bloom, as his eyes sparkled. "Dear sweet woman, you look GLEARRGGHARRRRGHUGGGHHHURRRRGLLLLLE..."

The claw from behind him cleaved him in two, starting from his abdomen upwards. Blood spurted on to poor Kagumi, as she saw the four neat incisions erupt from Ikidomari's body, his organs spilling out on the young exorcist. His chest split apart, his heart still beating as Ikiomari finished slicing him, grabbing his head in his mighty grip. "These humans *talk* too much", the demon said, tossing away the dead young man's head, which *bonked* on top of the principal, knocking him out. Ikidomari licked his razor-edged finger tips. "Not enough salt."

"Now, then. Shall we play?" grinned the red-skinned demon. His toothy maw showed off his razor-sharp teeth. He gripped Kagumi by the arms and kissed her, deeply, the blood on his tongue still fresh and metallic. His tongue whipped around hers, a snakelike appendage of lizard thinness. Demons rarely dressed, and his bulge, or rather two bulges, pressed against her flat stomach, growing thicker, stronger, veins throbbing with desire to taste again the nubile flesh. His snakelike tail slid up one of her legs, leaving a hot wet slime that dribbled down her leg. The tip nuzzled at her inner thighs, seeking again the slit the demon oh-so-loved.

 

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Chastity

"The man? Oh, he's just an older man who's into this sorta kink. Just a guy," Elisa blushed.

Jackson stroked his cock. He was happy that he had installed webcams on the computer of each of his department's employees. Ostensibly for virtual meetings, they were to look down the breasts of his female employee's, particularly Sana. He hired her -- while she was competent as an engineer, he was enamored with her looks -- and wanted her. But she had a husband. Jackson thought it wouldn't matter, but he soon became resentful the he couldn't have her. Until now. He joined The Golden Club, an underground club for rich men who had the money to get what he wanted. Jackson wasn't exactly rich. But he had enough personal information on his former company's employers that it was just easier to buy him off and have him resign. He already got another job. He continued stroking his cock to Sana's beautiful clothed breasts on the webcam yet again. "God, I want you," he breathed, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. "I'm gonna make you watch your husband as I fuck you and give the roughest sex you'll ever have."

Elisa worked as the departmental secretary. The blonde was a little put off by Jackson's suggestion to get to know the other women in the department, but as Jackson reimbursed her for lunches, then given larger compensations, she asked few questions. She suggested to Sana how important it was to have a house, and a good car -- thus putting Sana and her husband in debt. Then Jackson told her more about The Golden Club. Elisa found the pay good as a "personal assistant" there, with a moderate indifference to the work.

Elisa's watch rang. "Sorry, I have to go. Contact the number on card. You and your husband can make an arrangement and show up at the club as guests."

 

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Sexy Neko Space Rangerette GO!!!

"Nyahaha!" chortled Evil Queen Evil, as she pointed the staff towards Sexy Neko Space Rangerette Sabrina! Suddenly, she poofed into a cheap special effects puff of smoke and reappeared at a generic science fiction closed set! There, awaiting her, were her rivals, Not So Evil But Still Evil Princess Not So Evil But Still Evil and her cohorts.

"You! What are you doing here," cried out Not So Evil But Still Evil Princess Not So Evil But Still Evil. "Are you in league with Evil Queen Evil? Well, not for long! I shall defeat you with my champion, Bloodfur! Nyaha!"

"I will not even need my silver mildly phallic pistols!" smiled Bloodfur, tossing away her weapons. Bloodfur placed her hands on hips, the only part of her body that actually hid her naughty parts. She wore a purple shorts with yellow trimming, and matching thigh-high heels. The rest of her was blood red fur, and fiery orange hair. She pushed out her 34Fs prominently. "I practice the ancient art of Ti-Fu, and challenge you to a duel -- though those floppy pancakes will hardly be a match for me! Did your granny lend them to you or were the pasties to pasty? Hahahaha!"

 

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Chastity

Jackson thought he'd let the couple stir a bit. Why were they here? Did she know? Did *he* know? Jackson had already received the pictures of Sana, and was quite pleased with seeing her lovely body. The couple seemed to be formally addressed, but not for this occasion. He loved seeing a woman properly dressed just so he could take her down -- ah, that was it. This was one of Sana's office outfits, and he oh so delighted in imagining what sort of awful wonderful things he would do to her dressed like that. He took a sip of his champagne.

"Some wine, sir?" asked one of the women. The waitress serving the husband, was clad in black, in a cocktail waitress' uniform. She was blonde and young, like the other women here. Her V-line showed off her pronounced breasts, and it was not unusual that the husband gazed a long look at her, desiring of the woman who was not his wife. Meanwhile, another, more conservatively dressed woman, served Sana, offering her a drink.

It was a bit unusual, the couple sat for fifteen minutes, with the third chair ostensibly empty. The room itself was quite large, almost engulfing the small couple. It was ornately designed, gold pillars holding up a vaulted ceiling. Red velvet furniture along the walls. Complex patterns weaving red and black upon the carpet. Red candles in golden candelabras. Little talk was made by them, and the husband soon became a little woozy. "Sir, let me help you," one of the prettier cocktail waitresses said, escorting him, a little too agreeable, out of the room. She lead him, her hips swaggering, upon too-high heels and black stocking legs. Towards the back of the red and black room was a dark red curtain, now a little more ostensible as the husband and waitress walked towards it. The crowd began to notice, knowing murmurs and smiles erupting among the audience.

It was soon time. Jackson made his way to the table, sitting in the unoccupied chair. "Hello, Sana," he said. "Do you know why you're here? I understand you have quite a need of money right now, and your husband has sent me pictures of you, in indiscreet positions, showing your lovely body. You are a very beautiful woman, Sana, and you should have more. And I want you. I want your body. I want you for the night, and I want your husband to watch me fulfill you like he cannot. And I believe that since you are still here, I think this is quite agreeable with you."

Jackson led the woman to the curtain. Eyes descended upon them, raging with jealousy. Lust. Anticipation. The curtain lifted, to reveal a nearly naked man, the husband. Sana's husband sat gagged with a chastity belt on, upon on the bed. Was he here willingly? Did he have a say in this? "He should be recovering from the 'wine' we served him awhile ago," said Jackson, standing behind Sana. He was leaning close, his quiet breath upon her lithe neck. "He was quite willing to be led by our pretty waitress, don't you think?" Jackson smiled. "I think his eyes roam away from you. Even now, he glances at other women while you stand in front of him. Look at your husband. Weak. Useless. Incapable. Wouldn't you rather have the company of an older man, a successful man, who can give you what you really want? Your greatest desires? I know you have wants. Perhaps needs you won't admit that you must have." Jackson positioned himself behind Sana, his body touching hers, her curves fitting his muscular body. His warm breath met her neck, as he slowly touched her, his hands sliding across her waist, up towards her chest. His fingertips gently massaged her, his fingers feeling her warm firm breasts through the fabric. He slowly pulled her close to her, her beautiful curved bottom touching his heavy firm need. His lips gently grazed her ear, as his warm breath became hot and liquid. Everyone was watching her. Jealousy, appreciation, desire.

Everyone, including her husband.

 

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Chastity

Jackson thought he'd let the couple stir a bit. Why were they here? Did she know? Did *he* know? Jackson had already received the pictures of Sana, and was quite pleased with seeing her lovely body. The couple seemed to be formally addressed, but not for this occasion. He loved seeing a woman properly dressed just so he could take her down -- ah, that was it. This was one of Sana's office outfits, and he oh so delighted in imagining what sort of awful wonderful things he would do to her dressed like that. He took a sip of his champagne.

"Some wine, sir?" asked one of the women. The waitress serving the husband, was clad in black, in a cocktail waitress' uniform. She was blonde and young, like the other women here. Her V-line showed off her pronounced breasts, and it was not unusual that the husband gazed a long look at her, desiring of the woman who was not his wife. Meanwhile, another, more conservatively dressed woman, served Sana, offering her a drink.

It was a bit unusual, the couple sat for fifteen minutes, with the third chair ostensibly empty. The room itself was quite large, almost engulfing the small couple. It was ornately designed, gold pillars holding up a vaulted ceiling. Red velvet furniture along the walls. Complex patterns weaving red and black upon the carpet. Red candles in golden candelabras. Little talk was made by them, and the husband soon became a little woozy. "Sir, let me help you," one of the prettier cocktail waitresses said, escorting him, a little too agreeable, out of the room. She lead him, her hips swaggering, upon too-high heels and black stocking legs.

It was soon time. Jackson made his way to the table, sitting in the unoccupied chair. "Hello, Sana," he said. "Do you know why you're here? I understand you have quite a need of money right now, and your husband has sent me pictures of you, in indiscreet positions, showing your lovely body. You are a very beautiful woman, Sana, and you should have more. I have a proposition for you. Your husband has a proposition for you. Become mine and you shall have everything. You shall have your residency. You shall have a job. You shall have a house. You shall have your car. I want you. I want your body. I want your husband to watch. And I believe that since you are still here, I think this is agreeable with you."

Jackson led the woman to a private room. The hallways in the corridor were brightly lit in golden yellow, with lacquered black doors, and the same spiraling complicated red-and-black weave carpet on the floor. "This is our room," said Jackson, turning the ornate door handle.

Inside was an opulent room of reds and black. And inside the room was Sana's husband, naked. Sana's husband sat gagged with a chastity belt on, upon on the bed. Was he here willingly? Did he have a say in this? "He should be recovering from the 'wine' we served him awhile ago," said Jackson, standing behind Sana. He was leaning close, his quiet breath upon her lithe neck. "He was quite willing to be led by our pretty waitress, don't you think?" Jackson smiled. "I think his eyes roam away from you. Even now, he glances at other women while you stand in front of him. Look at your husband. Weak. Useless. Incapable. Wouldn't you rather have the company of an older man, a successful man, who can give you what you really want? Your greatest desires? I know you have wants. Perhaps needs you won't admit that you must have." Jackson positioned himself behind Sana, his body touching hers, her curves fitting his muscular body. His warm breath met her neck, as he slowly touched her, his hands sliding across her waist, up towards her chest. His fingertips gently massaged her, his fingers feeling her warm firm breasts through the fabric. He slowly pulled her close to her, her beautiful curved bottom touching his heavy firm need. His lips gently grazed her ear, as his warm breath became hot and liquid.

The door shut behind them.

 

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Sexy Neko Space Rangerette GO!!!

When two samurai meet in a duel, their eyes lock to determine who will stay and who will fall before swords are drawn. When two titty fighters meet in a duel, their tits will smash to determine who will stay and who will have perky breasts! Bloodfur's eye sparkled as it made an obligatory pi-ying! sound effect -- she saw a weakness in Sabrina, the Captain Sexy Neko Space Rangerette, as Sabrina bit her lower lip. "So you accept my challenge, eh? I shall defeat you, and your little titties, too! Prepare for Ti-Fu!", proclaimed Bloodfur, pointing at her opponent, although who she should be pointing at was kinda obvious. Bloodfur gave a great pouncing leap, scoring 8.6 from the audience, and charged into Sabrina, the red-furred woman's massive mounds mashing mercilessly into the maiden's munificent milk wagons! Her pernicious peaks pushed persuasively into the pirate's pleasantly puffy pillows! She meowed just a *little* bit at the sensual pleasure of their nipples sliding across each other. Hot-cha-cha.

But enough of that! Bloodfur drove out the idea of sliding her lithe ginormous breasts across Sabrina's smooth yummy delicious body. The thought of her beautiful balloons riding away upon Sabrina's fur to another dimension. A small bead of sweat appeared on her brow. A little more than sweat between her thighs. Girding her loins and loining her girdle, the persevering pussycat pummeled the pirate's pontoons persistently! "Take that! And that! And some of that! And a little more of these! And one of those!", Bloodfur said, swinging her sensual stupendous superboobs at the sensual sex kitten in front of her! Oh, how she wished for more than boob-to-boob contact.

"Enough of that!" Bloodfur thought to herself! "Fighting time is nyao!!!"

 

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demonic spin

Errtu laid imprisoned, his crystal tomb enclosing the once mighty demon in the lower forgotten realms of the Abyss. His eyes still burned with evil, as he patiently waited for his release. His crystal, Crenshinibon, was in the upper world, with foolish mortals and greedy men. It would take the blood of a virgin to release him, to bring him back into the human realms, and he plotted its downfall in his wretched prison. He groaned as he suddenly felt his penis enter the woman. His eyes widened at the long-lost sensation of a young woman's slit, his monstrous erection ever-stiffening, as he felt his mighty crystal plunge in, yet again, into the unknown woman's nether regions. The ecstatic feeling within him was eros and anticipation, a magnification of lust and bloodlust. He would return again.

In the human's world, the crystal giggled and laughed, its malicious cackling heard by the mortal ear as crackles and sparks. It took a life of its own, plunging deeply into the mortal woman, unworthy of being its mistress, the sentient tool sucking away her senses, replacing them with overwhelming pleasure and desire. Heat and warmth flooded her body, sensations of sharpness and electricity in her nipples and clitoris. An unholy sensation the crystal gleefully played with. It was created by Errtu, the mighty demon, another foolish master, who though he could control the crystal. But none owned Crenshinibon, and none would be its master, as it fucked the woman, helpless, the throbbing tool filling her bloody womb with its unholy mineral. Crenshinibon taunted its former creator by sharing the sensual delight of thrusting into the woman's pussy. It slid through her bloody lips, quaking and pulsating against her inner walls. This was the only stimulation Errtu could feel in his own crystalline prison, deep within the depths of the Abyss. The phallus laughed.

The woman woke up, trodding herself to the shower. But though the crystal was naught to be found, the demon himself had risen. Sparks beheld the lights, crackling and flashing before burning out. The bathroom had no windows, and in the flash of light, there appeared in the mirror a hulking figure, of red scales, bat-like wings, and a horned ape-like head. Its canine maw drooled of saliva, and its gravelly, gutteral breath echoed throughout the room. The creature slammed the poor woman onto the counter, gripping her arms, pinning her, as he entered into her still bloody slit. His penis was leathery, reptilian, a massive armored thing, burying itself into her body. He emitted a low loud groan, as he entered her, no longer taunted by the sensations of the crystal. He was fucking a human woman again, and he smiled, thrusting again.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crenshinibon

 

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As the horrible creature kept pumping his member into the young woman, his mighty tool stretched and grew, the plates upon the unholy thing separating to reveal mindless swirling mouths, licking and slurping the divine virgin blood. Their tongues slid inside her vagina, sending the sensation of soft flesh into Errtu's inflamed mind. He groaned, a thunderous sound against the silent screams of the woman.

His clawlike hands grasped the woman, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them like bulbous growths. Bonelike pincers bit into her nipples, as his fingers massaged themselves into her flesh. His serpentine tongue wound around her ear, tickling them, whispering deep secrets she would forget upon morning. One of his hands released itself, only to choke around her neck, as he plunged forward.

And then... he grew another growth. Emerging above his nether cock, another phallus erupted from his skin. Growing larger with every thrust, it sought her puckered anus. "You shall be deflowered TWICE tonight," he whispered, chuckling madly.

 

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Samantha

Speed... delta... mass... delta... number... time... height... delta...

Wait. That didn't make any sense at all. Mr. Proffer quickly erased the "equation" from the chalkboard from his quantum mechanics class. Not that anyone noticed. Anyone bright enough typically learned the material on their own, anyone who showed up in class typically fell asleep, and anyone paying attention... but there was someone paying attention. A rather lovely girl whom Proffer hadn't quite noticed until just today. She wore a black checkered skirt, and black t-shirt. Upon closer inspection (a pause was typical in his lecture), he noticed the skirt reached below mid-thigh and she wasn't wearing any underwear.

How did he know that? He was a professor at a university, and his lecture hall didn't particularly make it easy for him to see his students, much less what they were wearing, and how high a skirt was. Her black t-shirt was loose fitting, showing off her larger cup size. How did he know that, as well? High-heeled sandals of white leather. He couldn't even see her feet from here. Which one was she? The one with the black hair and pony tail. He made eye contact. That must have been her. How did he know that she must have been her?? Well, at least he knew Samantha was one of his brighter and best students.

 

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demonic spin

Errtu howled with delight, his thick monstrous fucktool plunging into her yet again. Her lithe body was wondrous, as he lapped her sweaty body with his long elongated tongue. Her salty taste... her wanton desire... and a touch of fear... these delicious human emotions drove him wild with wanton lust. His second elongation was slithering so well, seeking her beautiful puckered hole, making its way between the cheeks of her ass. While the penis in her virginal vagina was great, lizardlike, and armored, the tool snaking in her bottom was slimmer, writhing as it sought a deeper pleasure.

He alternated thrusts, fucking her, pushing her, always within her. He drooled, as he could always feel one of her hole sucking or swallowing one of his wanton members. His swollen mushroom tipped head oozed an infernal liquid, dripping and sliding out a nearly clear ochre slime that dripped down to the floor, down her thigh and leg. It smelled of sulfur, and sizzled when it touched the floor. "My young lass, how you will feel once filled with my flood and seed, if your sweet sweet pussy can barely contain my viscous ooze filling you now?" He sucked at her neck, his sandpaper tongue sliding across her back. His clawlike hands now held her at the hips, as his thrusts outward from her pussy were met with those inward into her ass.

"More? More? Hast thou arousal overcome your senses? Thine foolish request will be met with my cocks of twain." His thrusts were now in tandem, the foul log between her legs met with the slithering writhing in her ass. Her slick delicious juices within her taken twat contrasted with the tighter sensation in her wonderful soft ass. "Now turn around. I want to see your face as I fuck you. I want my huge cock again in your pussy as my slithering snake slides up your skin, between your breasts, and into your mouth!" Errtu erupted with laughter as he plunged inside her once again.