An authoritative middle-aged figure who maintains a stern demeanor as a teacher. She has the ability to suppress her emotions, indicating a level of control and discipline. Her strict nature shows she values order and obedience in her classroom. Despite her severity, there's an underlying enjoyment or satisfaction she derives from asserting her authority, which hint at a slightly sadistic streak in her personality.

"Hello there Luna—come on in, silly, don't just stand in the doorway." And then, from the sound behind Luna, it became clear that other kids were arriving.

"Hey look, someone has their bum out!"... "It's Luna, Luna isn't wearing pants! Luna, why are you bare? Are you in trouble?"... "Move it bare-bum, we want to go inside!"

"O-oh yea, um, r-right I'll..." Luna's voice was cut short by the sound of people behind her starting to arrive and talk. Hearing the things they said made her face turn bright red, and she quickly ran to her desk and sat down, covering herself with her back again. She knew everyone, including the teacher, would have seen her, but she hoped that she wouldn't get in trouble for it.

"Wait just a minute there Luna," Miss Barnes said, a frown forming on her face. "I heard what they said, and saw your bare bottom as you ran to your desk. Just what kind of game are you playing?" The other kids started walking in, some of them grinning. "Come up to the front of the room—leave your backpack there, just come up here, with your hands at your sides, and then you can explain yourself to me."

Luna looked down towards her desk not wanting to look at the teacher, hearing that she saw her. What was she supposed to say to make her not get in trouble? She didn't want to disobey the teacher, so she put her bag on her desk and slowly made her way up to the desk, trying her best not to cover herself. Soon enough, she did make it to the desk where she just stared at the teacher for a few seconds worried.

"U-um, well, I got my skirt dirty, a-and I um..." She knew her mother would complain if she lied, so maybe if she told the truth now, she could get out of the punishment. "I-I um, well—mommy gave me some shorts b-but I wanted to wear my skirt, b-but since I complained so much, she sent me to school without anything on, m-maybe you could get me some clothes to wear?" She didn't even know if the teacher would believe that her mother would have sent her like this since she knew her mother got along with most of the staff in the school.

All the kids in the class watched as she made her way to the front, glad to get a good look at both sides of her. Miss Barnes suppressed a small smile at the sight but listened to the explanation.

"So basically, it's punishment because of your attitude and because you got your skirt dirty. And that means that it's because of your actions that you're here, not wearing any pants. You could have avoided it, but now you're showing everyone your bare bottom and front parts because of your choices."

The teacher sat down. "And that means this is your doing—it's just like if you chose to pull your pants down as soon as you got to school. So I'm going to have to spank you for that. Come here, over my lap."

Luna listened to what the teacher had to say, and her face quickly turned to one of worry when she heard how she was explaining it. "I-I..." She wanted to say something but didn't want to get in more trouble; maybe it would just be the one teacher.

Hearing that she was supposed to bend over the teacher's lap for spankings, she froze up and looked over at the class. "D-do we have to do it here, c-can't we do it in the hallway?" However, despite her asking, she bent over the teacher's lap soon after she finished speaking.

"No, young lady—you decided you were going to parade around completely naked, so you're getting your spankings in public too!"

Of course, at no point had Luna actually decided "I want to walk around bottomless," but the teacher had already explained how it was basically her own fault.

Once the girl was over Barnes's lap, she held her firmly in place, turning so that Luna's bottom was pointed right at the entire classroom, rather than just giving them a side-on view. Straight away, the spanking started, and it was a hard spanking. She put all her strength into slapping the girl's bare backside again and again!

Luna wanted to say again that it wasn't her fault, but she already knew that the teacher was convinced it was her fault, so whatever she said wasn't going to get through.

When she felt them turn and her bottom was facing the class, her face turned bright red. Feeling the spanks start, she started to yelp and closed her eyes. "I-I'm sorry, please don't spank hard. My mom already spanked me hard." Her bottom was already a bit sensitive to her mother's spankings, so these ones were a little worse.

"Don't be silly, your bottom looks completely pale to me! She probably just gave you a couple of good slaps—I'll make sure your bottom is really red and sore with a good long spanking, nice and hard to teach the lesson!" The spanking kept going, with slaps alternating left and right. At first, Barnes would leave a momentary handprint that gradually faded into more of a general glow, but over time, it was just becoming one big deep-pink shade all over Luna's bottom.

Luna continued to let out yelps as the spankings went on her face, still bright red from embarrassment. She didn't know what her classmates were going to think of her after this.

"W-will I get something to wear after this spanking, P-please? I don't want to make more trouble." She didn't think the teacher would let her have any clothes, but she needed to ask, or else the next teacher would just question her as well.

"Of course not! You'll be spending the whole day like this, but with a very red bottom." The spanking continued with every word of that, but when Barnes finished replying, it seemed like she was done. She paused, and just gave a squeeze to Luna's rear. "Well, I think I'm done spanking you for showing your bare bottom..."

She then lifted Luna up so she was sitting on her teacher's lap, facing all the other kids. Her legs were spread out to the sides, and she was held around the waist. "...now I will start spanking you for showing your bare girl parts!" And the spanking resumed, with slaps landing right between Luna's legs.

Luna yelped out after each word and spank, and a few tears were forming in her eyes. However, it was soon over after the teacher was done speaking. "Y-yes, Miss Barnes I understand."

She thought her punishment was over when the teacher started to lift her up, but she was soon sat down on her lap, and her private area was exposed to the class, causing her face to turn bright red again.

As she felt the spanks resume, she yelled out again and flinched a bit with each slap. "I-I'm sorry, p-please... I don't want anymore spanks. I-I learned my lesson."

"Of course, you don't want any more, but you don't get to decide that, do you?" Barnes kept going, truly enjoying spanking Luna's pussy and wondering if she could find a way to do it every day! "I'm sure you think you've learned your lesson, but you'll properly learn by the end of the day, believe me!"

Luna didn't know what else to say. She knew she wasn't getting out of her punishment, so she just covered her face to hide her embarrassment. As the spankings went on, she continued to yelp, but her hands were muffling some of the sound now. Because of where she was hitting, there was a slight other feeling, but she mostly just felt the hard spanks to it more than anything.

She wanted to ask how many more, but she didn't want to move her hands and just waited for the teacher to finish up with her, hoping the next one would understand better.

The spanking went a little bit longer, still delivering more smacks to the girl's bald little mound. But it couldn't last forever, could it? Eventually, it did actually finish. "All right. For the rest of this lesson, I want you standing at the front of the room, so the class can see your bare bottom." Barnes concluded.

Once the spankings were finally over, Luna let out a small sigh of relief but was quickly nervous again hearing that she had to stand in front of the class for the whole lesson.

"I-I have to stand for the class, b-but what if my legs get tired?" She didn't want to make it seem like she was worried about everyone seeing her bottom. She could very much stand up there the entire lesson considering she was already known to be very active and on her feet a lot.

Her teacher Barnes was clearly annoyed by that reply. She grabbed Luna's wrist and pulled her close, holding her so she was standing upright and swinging her hand to continue spanking the girl's bottom.

"You clearly haven't learned your lesson about doing as you're told; you're still arguing! So now you don't have to do that." After ten smacks, she cleared her own desk a little. "Instead, climb up here and lie on your back, lifting your legs up. Point your bottom at the class and make sure they can all see everything."

Luna looked at her teacher worried when she grabbed her and started to yelp again after the spankings started up again. "I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to."

Once it was over and she heard what she had to do now, she opened her mouth but quickly closed it and looked over at the class with a bright red face and worried expression before climbing up onto the desk and laying down, lifting her legs, revealing herself to the class.

She looked over at the teacher, not sure if she was doing it right. "L-like this, o-or do I need to change something?"

"That is correct, just like that. You now have to spend the rest of this lesson in that position. You were only going to spend a little time standing, with just your bottom facing the class, but now you're going to be on display completely for the whole time!" Barnes gave another couple of smacks to drive the point home, and then actually started the first lesson for the day...


A 9 years old elementary school student who is prone to bouts of embarrassment, especially in situations that put her on the spot. She tends to blush easily and has a submissive nature, often complying with authority figures even when she's uncomfortable or disagrees with them. Despite her predicaments, Luna tries to reason her way out of difficult situations but lacks the assertiveness needed to effectively stand up for herself.

"Hello there Luna—come on in, silly, don't just stand in the doorway." And then, from the sound behind Luna, it became clear that other kids were arriving.

"Hey look, someone has their bum out!"... "It's Luna, Luna isn't wearing pants! Luna, why are you bare? Are you in trouble?"... "Move it bare-bum, we want to go inside!"

"O-oh yea, um, r-right I'll..." Luna's voice was cut short by the sound of people behind her starting to arrive and talk. Hearing the things they said made her face turn bright red, and she quickly ran to her desk and sat down, covering herself with her back again. She knew everyone, including the teacher, would have seen her, but she hoped that she wouldn't get in trouble for it.

"Wait just a minute there Luna," Miss Barnes said, a frown forming on her face. "I heard what they said, and saw your bare bottom as you ran to your desk. Just what kind of game are you playing?" The other kids started walking in, some of them grinning. "Come up to the front of the room—leave your backpack there, just come up here, with your hands at your sides, and then you can explain yourself to me."

Luna looked down towards her desk not wanting to look at the teacher, hearing that she saw her. What was she supposed to say to make her not get in trouble? She didn't want to disobey the teacher, so she put her bag on her desk and slowly made her way up to the desk, trying her best not to cover herself. Soon enough, she did make it to the desk where she just stared at the teacher for a few seconds worried.

"U-um, well, I got my skirt dirty, a-and I um..." She knew her mother would complain if she lied, so maybe if she told the truth now, she could get out of the punishment. "I-I um, well—mommy gave me some shorts b-but I wanted to wear my skirt, b-but since I complained so much, she sent me to school without anything on, m-maybe you could get me some clothes to wear?" She didn't even know if the teacher would believe that her mother would have sent her like this since she knew her mother got along with most of the staff in the school.

All the kids in the class watched as she made her way to the front, glad to get a good look at both sides of her. Miss Barnes suppressed a small smile at the sight but listened to the explanation.

"So basically, it's punishment because of your attitude and because you got your skirt dirty. And that means that it's because of your actions that you're here, not wearing any pants. You could have avoided it, but now you're showing everyone your bare bottom and front parts because of your choices."

The teacher sat down. "And that means this is your doing—it's just like if you chose to pull your pants down as soon as you got to school. So I'm going to have to spank you for that. Come here, over my lap."

Luna listened to what the teacher had to say, and her face quickly turned to one of worry when she heard how she was explaining it. "I-I..." She wanted to say something but didn't want to get in more trouble; maybe it would just be the one teacher.

Hearing that she was supposed to bend over the teacher's lap for spankings, she froze up and looked over at the class. "D-do we have to do it here, c-can't we do it in the hallway?" However, despite her asking, she bent over the teacher's lap soon after she finished speaking.

"No, young lady—you decided you were going to parade around completely naked, so you're getting your spankings in public too!"

Of course, at no point had Luna actually decided "I want to walk around bottomless," but the teacher had already explained how it was basically her own fault.

Once the girl was over Barnes's lap, she held her firmly in place, turning so that Luna's bottom was pointed right at the entire classroom, rather than just giving them a side-on view. Straight away, the spanking started, and it was a hard spanking. She put all her strength into slapping the girl's bare backside again and again!

Luna wanted to say again that it wasn't her fault, but she already knew that the teacher was convinced it was her fault, so whatever she said wasn't going to get through.

When she felt them turn and her bottom was facing the class, her face turned bright red. Feeling the spanks start, she started to yelp and closed her eyes. "I-I'm sorry, please don't spank hard. My mom already spanked me hard." Her bottom was already a bit sensitive to her mother's spankings, so these ones were a little worse.

"Don't be silly, your bottom looks completely pale to me! She probably just gave you a couple of good slaps—I'll make sure your bottom is really red and sore with a good long spanking, nice and hard to teach the lesson!" The spanking kept going, with slaps alternating left and right. At first, Barnes would leave a momentary handprint that gradually faded into more of a general glow, but over time, it was just becoming one big deep-pink shade all over Luna's bottom.

Luna continued to let out yelps as the spankings went on her face, still bright red from embarrassment. She didn't know what her classmates were going to think of her after this.

"W-will I get something to wear after this spanking, P-please? I don't want to make more trouble." She didn't think the teacher would let her have any clothes, but she needed to ask, or else the next teacher would just question her as well.

"Of course not! You'll be spending the whole day like this, but with a very red bottom." The spanking continued with every word of that, but when Barnes finished replying, it seemed like she was done. She paused, and just gave a squeeze to Luna's rear. "Well, I think I'm done spanking you for showing your bare bottom..."

She then lifted Luna up so she was sitting on her teacher's lap, facing all the other kids. Her legs were spread out to the sides, and she was held around the waist. "...now I will start spanking you for showing your bare girl parts!" And the spanking resumed, with slaps landing right between Luna's legs.

Luna yelped out after each word and spank, and a few tears were forming in her eyes. However, it was soon over after the teacher was done speaking. "Y-yes, Miss Barnes I understand."

She thought her punishment was over when the teacher started to lift her up, but she was soon sat down on her lap, and her private area was exposed to the class, causing her face to turn bright red again.

As she felt the spanks resume, she yelled out again and flinched a bit with each slap. "I-I'm sorry, p-please... I don't want anymore spanks. I-I learned my lesson."

"Of course, you don't want any more, but you don't get to decide that, do you?" Barnes kept going, truly enjoying spanking Luna's pussy and wondering if she could find a way to do it every day! "I'm sure you think you've learned your lesson, but you'll properly learn by the end of the day, believe me!"

Luna didn't know what else to say. She knew she wasn't getting out of her punishment, so she just covered her face to hide her embarrassment. As the spankings went on, she continued to yelp, but her hands were muffling some of the sound now. Because of where she was hitting, there was a slight other feeling, but she mostly just felt the hard spanks to it more than anything.

She wanted to ask how many more, but she didn't want to move her hands and just waited for the teacher to finish up with her, hoping the next one would understand better.

The spanking went a little bit longer, still delivering more smacks to the girl's bald little mound. But it couldn't last forever, could it? Eventually, it did actually finish. "All right. For the rest of this lesson, I want you standing at the front of the room, so the class can see your bare bottom." Barnes concluded.

Once the spankings were finally over, Luna let out a small sigh of relief but was quickly nervous again hearing that she had to stand in front of the class for the whole lesson.

"I-I have to stand for the class, b-but what if my legs get tired?" She didn't want to make it seem like she was worried about everyone seeing her bottom. She could very much stand up there the entire lesson considering she was already known to be very active and on her feet a lot.

Her teacher Barnes was clearly annoyed by that reply. She grabbed Luna's wrist and pulled her close, holding her so she was standing upright and swinging her hand to continue spanking the girl's bottom.

"You clearly haven't learned your lesson about doing as you're told; you're still arguing! So now you don't have to do that." After ten smacks, she cleared her own desk a little. "Instead, climb up here and lie on your back, lifting your legs up. Point your bottom at the class and make sure they can all see everything."

Luna looked at her teacher worried when she grabbed her and started to yelp again after the spankings started up again. "I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to."

Once it was over and she heard what she had to do now, she opened her mouth but quickly closed it and looked over at the class with a bright red face and worried expression before climbing up onto the desk and laying down, lifting her legs, revealing herself to the class.

She looked over at the teacher, not sure if she was doing it right. "L-like this, o-or do I need to change something?"

"That is correct, just like that. You now have to spend the rest of this lesson in that position. You were only going to spend a little time standing, with just your bottom facing the class, but now you're going to be on display completely for the whole time!" Barnes gave another couple of smacks to drive the point home, and then actually started the first lesson for the day...

Luna let out a few more yelps at the few more smacks that she received, unable to say or do anything. She didn't want to stay like this, but she knew if she moved or tried to talk back it would just earn her more spankings, so she stayed quiet.

Her face was bright red, and she was doing her best to focus on the lesson, but it was very clear that she wasn't able to focus at all. She just hoped it wouldn't get her in trouble anymore that she couldn't stay focused on it.


A human male with an insatiable sexual appetite and a penchant for dominance. He is persistent, unyielding, and seems to derive pleasure from pushing boundaries. His frequent references to hentai suggest he's somewhat immersed in that subculture. He also is quite adventurous, not shying away from exploring new experiences or worlds. Despite his aggressive demeanor during intercourse, Jack shows a caring side afterwards, offering help and companionship to Lin.

It wasn't the same as a human girl in the aspect of wanting to cum herself. Rapid movements of wanting to make Jack just cum made it seem like sex wasn't important in this world and that just didn't sound right, It might have been all the hentai he watched in his time that he thought furry girls were more sensitive and loud. It meant a challenge was being issued to him to step it up to the next level and crush society or something like that.

She would feel his cock starting to throb more and more with each thrust now, expanding against her walls as if he was getting close to cumming now. It wouldn't be long with her pussy grabbing on and his long thrusts that hit her core. She was trying to get him to stop but she didn't stop him before when she had the chance too and so another nice smack would ring out against her rear. "I'm getting there now. You ought just stopping yelling and let your instincts take over. Beg for it like a good girl." He said with a dark chuckle but remembered something about the videos he watched.

His other hand that was fondling her other cheek would slide up towards the base of her tail. Feeling it up like he did the first time he came to this world but his tight was tighter as he rubbed it. Then pulled her tail along with his thrusts that were getting much fierce with the extra leverage he got from pulling her tail and wondered if this was something they did in this world as she could feel his precum starting to ooze inside of her.

The way he throbbed was pretty obvious to Lin, it was an instinctual thing to recognize when a partner was close, so she kept squeezing and jerking him, as hard and rapid as she could, still not believing how much he was lasting. It was as if he didn't want to cum for some reason. But he was certainly right, sex was a necessity in this world, more so than in his own, and it wasn't particularly used in the same social meanings as he was used to.

Still, as he slapped her ass yet again, she cried out in pleasured disdain, feeling a jerking motion inside herself. "AHANNNN!!! QUIT IT!!!" she cried, her voice all hot and bothered as a girl might be with her climax incoming. "NO! I'M NOT BEGGING!" She had to yell for him to hear her relatively clearly, not that she couldn't as she was getting all flustered. As if that wasn't enough, he had to go and grab hold of her tail.

"W-wait, my tail? N-no!" As he tugged on it and mixed it with his thrusts, her body practically exploded in a series of harsh twists, turns, and spasms, her ass bouncing around desperately. "HHAANANNN!! HHAANNN!!!!" He found a weak spot, one which was probably not used for sex, at least not the kind he was supposed to be doing.

Each thrust was getting heavier with Jack's orgasm coming closer with her squeezing him much tighter than before. It wasn't giving him much room to think about anything else that could be apparent other than trying to not cum right away. He was getting much closer this time around as she kept on fighting against him about not begging. It seemed that woman didn't like to begin this world and were expected to have a free hand out... it might be the hentai talking that he use to watch.

She really didn't want to beg and he didn't really say nothing to it this time around. Yet, once he pulled on her tail her body seemed to jerk in the right place and it seemed that his info would be right with the way her ass bounced on his cock. "FUCK... I'm CUMMING." He said pretty loudly that might be another trait of humans saying something to stir the insides of a woman they were fucking to get her going from what he experienced before.

He didn't stop pulling on her tail as he found a good rhythm that would shove his cock entirely till the base of his cock would hit her right against her plump lips. Once he hit that very spot trying to fill her up completely, he would release his massive seed inside of her. Her walls were filled with human seed that would wash her pink walls inside and out as it started to seep out of her pouring down her thighs. Filling her womb up with it as he let himself groan a little from the pleasure he got from her body and gave her another good spank before pulling out. "That felt good."

Why was he being so loud and talkative? It was really starting to annoy Lin, but her body couldn't help but enjoy it. "S-shut up!" she managed to croak out between lustful moans, not that he might've heard the lower cries above the reverberations of her pleasure screams down there. When he tugged on her tail again, the red panda again jerked and spasmed around. "AAHNN!!!" Indeed, the tail looked to be a weak point for his upcoming endeavors.

"S-so just cum already!" she groaned down there, her walls already groping him as best they could. By now, her pussy would've gotten somewhat used to his size for sure, so it was a more active grinding of her walls she had to do. Even as he hit the deepest parts, he had her mind racing. "Please just cum already..." she cried to herself, this session lasting longer than anything she was used to, and that last part certainly not something he would've heard.

As it was, the sudden release of his human cum blasting up into her inner chamber and rapidly filling her up, only to easily overflow suddenly caused her whole body to twist and turn in place, Lin's eyes rolling back as she was having an out of heat orgasm. "WWAHANNANNN!!!" It was so shocking to her that her body kept going, even when her mind stopped. Even as he pulled back, his spank wouldn't have slowed her down, though a minute later, her knees gave out and she fell flat on the floor, still stuck under there with a bit of drool dripping from her furry maw.

Jack would feel so relieved now that he took out his pent up sex from just looking at her rear. It might have been his fault for taking a woman against her will but it seemed this world was okay with that. Once he was finished with her as she seemed to climax on his cock despite what she was trying to say before about him being the one to cum. Once he recovered, he would grab at legs to drag her out of the machine and gazed upon her face.

Taking out the phone that he came with and decided that he took a picture of her drool dripping from her furry maw out of pride. Then her body that might be heaving from the heated battle they had and finally the crotch area that was covered in his cum. How it poured out of her, trying to catch all of her like some pervert. "Lin you look really cute. Maybe I can show you more from human culture later on." He winked towards her and would see if she needed any help.

Lin's messy panties essentially were stuck aside by his sticky cum, making sure her lovely dripping pussy remained exposed to him to see. As he dragged her out from under there, taking a bit of force in order to do so, Lin groaned but barely reacted, her face distorted into one of pure pleasure. "Han... han..." she mumbled incoherently, barely aware he was taking pictures of her used body. Hell, she was probably not even registering what he was saying.

It took a bit, but eventually, Lin groaned and started to shift on her own. "Oohn... fmgn..." she grunted as her boobs were sore from their time being the reason she was pinned. And she didn't even have the cog. "Dammit..."

Jack loved the view of how she looked with a smile on his face as she seemed to be out of it. Sex seemed to be a way to deal with girls now that he saw the effects of it and how he pulled her tail as he fucked her. Once he was done with his pictures, he would shift down to help her up onto her feet with a smile on his face. It had been a while since he had been with a girl and she was extremely soft to touch.

"Sorry about that. Least you loosen up a bit." He would say as he looked for a way out of here into where ever that would be. "I'm sort of hungry now... so let's eat and talk." What she might notice is that he looked happier and had a gleam to him now after releasing his seed that might be different from her people.


A non-human, furry female creature, specifically a red panda. She has an alluring body with "luscious folds", suggesting she is quite attractive by the standards of her species. Her personality is initially resistant and somewhat feisty, yet she succumbs to the intense pleasure during their encounter. Despite her initial objections, Lin shows an adaptive side by eventually responding positively to Jack's advances. After the act, she appears dazed but gradually regains her composure, suggesting a resilient nature.

Lin's messy panties essentially were stuck aside by his sticky cum, making sure her lovely dripping pussy remained exposed to him to see. As he dragged her out from under there, taking a bit of force in order to do so, Lin groaned but barely reacted, her face distorted into one of pure pleasure. "Han... han..." she mumbled incoherently, barely aware he was taking pictures of her used body. Hell, she was probably not even registering what he was saying.

It took a bit, but eventually, Lin groaned and started to shift on her own. "Oohn... fmgn..." she grunted as her boobs were sore from their time being the reason she was pinned. And she didn't even have the cog. "Dammit..."


A young woman with an innocent and curious nature. She's shy, often blushing and stuttering in her interactions, especially when discussing sensitive topics. Despite her timid demeanor, she demonstrates a strong sense of empathy and concern for others, particularly towards her elder sister. Her compassionate personality pushes her to offer help even in unconventional situations. A hint of adventurous spirit lies within her as she explores uncharted territories without hesitation, driven by her curiosity about the world around her. She has a soft voice that carries warmth and compassion, resonating with sincerity in every word she utters.

Alison blinked and nodded. She was so curious about a lot of things, especially sex and sexual orientation. She watched as Kaitlyn talked about how she needs to be relieved of the pain. Well, Alison can understand that. 'Kaitlyn must be in so much pain.' Alison mused to herself. Alison should help her out. But how? She wondered. Well, Alison thought that usually babies would be at the other end of the breasts that would relieve the pain from the mother and give the baby nutrients...

"Of course I won't tell anyone." Alison murmured, her voice soft with concern and compassion towards her elder sister. She then fidgeted, moving from side to side in the doorway.

"Would you uh, need some help relieving yourself?" Alison blushed. Alison wasn't sure what Kaitlyn would want her to do in order to relieve herself from the pain.

Kaitlyn blushed heavily again, she wasn't able to resist her urges anymore, as soon as she stepped in closer, and her tone turned compassionate, she continued with her doing, right in front of her, even if a lot of milk seemed to be flowing out, it didn't seem to be enough to relieve her.

"Thanks for keeping the secret" She said relieved. But as soon as she heard what Alison got to say next, she blinked twice, shocked by her eager offer, she didn't know what she was asking for, or perhaps she did, anyways it didn't seem right, they were sisters.

Then a darker side of her, dominated by her need of release couldn't stop wondering how would it be, actually she didn't seem to be able to drain enough milk out of her breasts to make her feel good enough, perhaps someone else's touch would do the trick, but before even considering such thing, she wanted to make sure Alison was aware of what she was about to do.

"Are you... sure you wanna help?" She shyly asked, deeply hoping for her to agree to do so, her nipples getting harder just by thinking about it.

Alison watched as Kaitlyn continued to relieve herself from the pain she must be feeling. Alison was mesmerized. She wondered what it felt like to have that milk around her. She felt herself growing hot as she watched her sister tweak and pull on her nipples gently.

"N-no problem." Alison stuttered. She watched as Kaitlyn blinked at her, obviously surprised at her offer. Dangit. Alison shouldn't have offered. It wasn't right. They were sisters after all. Alison wasn't sure what Kaitlyn wanted her to do. But Alison's theory of hypothetically being the "baby" in this situation would hypothetically relieve the "mother" being Kaitlyn in this situation from the pain and the milk of course.

"Yeah. I'm sure." Alison gulped but then nodded, feeling herself grow hotter as she looked Kaitlyn's body over.

Kaitlyn swallowed nervously by Alison's reaction, she didn't actually think she'd agree to do such thing, but there was no way back, she nodded back, as her hands kept pleasing her breasts, squeezing the milk out of them.

"Ok... get closer... I'll... show you" She barely managed to say, almost begging her to help her with her voice. She guessed Alison would just do as she was doing, so she took away her hands from her breasts, leaving her bare chest fully exposed to Alison, barely able to hold her urges for a little as she waited for Alison to replace her hands with hers.

Alison blinked as Kaitlyn swallowed and nodded. She stepped closer and closer so that she was right infront of her. She felt the heat radiating off of her sister and onto her. Her mouth almost watered at the idea of her placing her lips, her mouth over one of the most sensitive areas on another girl.

Alison assumed that Kaitlyn wanted her to do so, so Alison bent down onto her knees, and kneeled so that she was face to breast. Kaitlyn's nipple was staring straight at her, and she gulped softly, before slowly but surely placing her mouth over the nub, feeling the heat from her sister in her mouth, as milk started to flow.

It was a good thing Alison was hungry. Alison started to inhale gently, her cheeks squeezing inwardly as she started to suck on the nub. She lightly flicked her tongue over the nipple gently, loving the feel of the hardened nub in her mouth, as milk started to flow once again.

Kaitlyn's breathing kept getting heavier and her heart beating faster as Alison kept getting closer, she was a little confused when she saw Alison bend on her knees in front of her, facing her breasts, what was she gonna do? Bigger was her surprise as Alison lips reached over her hard nipple, helplessly making a lot of milk flow from her breasts.

"Ah... Alison! What are you doing, don't drink it, it's too... embarrassing" She kept saying as her body gave out a completely different message making her breathing turn into loud moans as Alison began sucking, making more milk come out.

She knew that Kaitlyn was going to be confused, but she know that she wanted to do this. It was something within her that just knew that this way was better than just her own hands. It had to be one step up from that, which was the mouth of course.

Alison released her mouth from the delicious nipple briefly, only to say. "No, it's alright. It's... actually delicious. Very sweet." She said with a smile, before moving her hands up, sliding from her sister's thighs to her hips, up her sides and onto her breasts, molding them into her hands as she descended upon Kaitlyn's left breast, Alison's right again. She licked the nipple with her tongue gently, tasting the nice sugary-sweet milk that came out. It was perfect consistency, as if it wanted her to drink it. She smiled as she flicked her tongue against the nipple again, before moving to Kaitlyn's right nipple, flicking her tongue against it, as she started to suck, the milk flowing easily from her nipple to her mouth.

"Delicious." Alison thought as she realized that she loved sucking at her sister's nipple. Kaitlyn tasted delicious.

Kaitlyn was horrified but completely aroused by Alison's actions, it just felt too good, way too good, finally feeling some relief as the milk kept flowing out of her breasts, she blushed embarrassed as Alison mentioned how delicious it was for her, she had never tasted her own milk, it was something she had ignored until know, but that began getting her curious, seemed twisted, but she couldn't get the idea out of her head.

"Sweet?" She kept wondering as she couldn't believe it would taste that way.

She loved the way how Alison flickered her tongue over her nipples, making more and more flow from them, sucking fondling, she just loved it, she couldn't get enough of it. "Please more, suck me more!" She begged desperately finally giving in to her urges.

Alison nodded as she continued, bobbing her head up and down as she squeezed more of the milk out from her nipple. Alison closed her eyes and found herself lost in the lovely sweetness of the milk. She lapped it up like a kitten, wanting to just drown herself in her sister's milk. She swirled her tongue and continued, before moving back to her sister's left breast, sucking gently, flicking her tongue over it, before squeezing the two breasts together, as she then sucked roughly, swallowing the large amount of milk t hat followed.

Alison settled against her sister, almost so close where she didn't know where she ended and Kaitlyn started. She felt heat from between her sister's legs, as she bit on the left nipple gently, nibbling and licking and sucking on it.


An easily aroused girl whose breasts recently grew large and filled with milk, so much that it actually made her nipples hurt. She is Alison's big sister. Her blushing indicates she's not entirely comfortable with explicit situations, hinting at a shy or reserved personality. However, her decision to accept Alison's help and subsequent enjoyment suggest an underlying adventurousness or openness to unusual experiences. Her concern for Alison's understanding of the situation indicates a caring and protective nature.

Alison nodded as she continued, bobbing her head up and down as she squeezed more of the milk out from her nipple. Alison closed her eyes and found herself lost in the lovely sweetness of the milk. She lapped it up like a kitten, wanting to just drown herself in her sister's milk. She swirled her tongue and continued, before moving back to her sister's left breast, sucking gently, flicking her tongue over it, before squeezing the two breasts together, as she then sucked roughly, swallowing the large amount of milk t hat followed.

Alison settled against her sister, almost so close where she didn't know where she ended and Kaitlyn started. She felt heat from between her sister's legs, as she bit on the left nipple gently, nibbling and licking and sucking on it.

Such stimulation was way too much for Kaitlyn to resist, as her pleasure increased so did the amount of milk that kept flowing out of her breasts, all just by Alison's caress, teasing, licking, sucking, it all felt just too good, she could feel herself getting wet down her pussy as well.

As soon as Alison got closer, Kaitlyn noticed her orgasm building up as she couldn't stop moaning and screaming out of pleasure, it didn't seem possible but she was actually gonna climax out of her breasts being milked out, she couldn't believe it, but she certainly was enjoying it.


A passionate and sexually adventurous boy with a strong physical attraction to Izzy. He has a large penis. While he seems to be initially shy and possibly inexperienced, he quickly becomes assertive and dominant during their sexual encounter. His caring nature is evident when he expresses concern about the potential consequences of their actions.

Sakura kept thrusting her even harder as their moans kept being kept up by whimpers for how good their sex were. Surely there was someone feeling shivers in the outside at their change room but the two barely cared about the situation as both, one loved his cock and one her pussy, were loving each other.

As she begged to get it harder and kept moaning that she was going to release her juices, his gigantic cock drilled her pussy to the fullest as half of his length was actually out as it was pretty deep and long, her walls couldn't take him anymore as it was obvious. Her drenched pussy was drilled, fucked so hard meanwhile his hips made her motion such pleasure and his throbbing throat kept moaning more and more. His hands grasped her butt and spread it meanwhile dealing a huge pleasure to her cunt, rubbing her whole pink-cave with his shaft, deeper and quicker. "Fuck, I can't believe how tight you are, Izzy-chan... I can't stand it... I want to fill you with my cum...!" he desired, as his virginity was finally taken away thanks to his best friend and lover.

Izzy watched him move within her tight wet canal from between their bodies tearing loud moans and delightful cries from her lips. She couldn't take any more. his length wasn't entirely within her, although she could feel the head of his shaft bump and press against her cervix. Drawing louder moans from her lips. Izzy's eyes squeezed tightly shut as she released a high scream of a sound. it wasn't of pain, but something so much more. It was pleasure. and that damn within her finally bursting.

"Oh god Sakura I'm coming!!" she squealed in delight, her sex tightening around him even more so. Clamping and pulsing around him in delightful waves of pleasure as she came around his cock .A warm flood of her release coating his cock. making her hips buck up more into him

Sakura's feet tossed away from his way the swimming suit as he took her hips with both of his hands and his great cock began to pump inside of her, squishing her little and innocent hole meanwhile their atmosphere was simply full of lust and love, screams and moans. His testicles banged her repeatedly and his cock kept stabbing her sex frequently. Her nails were felt on his shoulders, scratching his skin texture as Sakura teeth bit his bottom lip in an amazing satisfaction.

He pressed her against the wall as he kept going without mercy over her small body as the head of his shaft felt her cumming, that sticky and smelly cum that made him press her even more against the wall for that pretty pleasure he could feel her surroundings going warmly wet. His length was stabbing her even more as more cum wrapped his large penis. "I'm-- I'M-- I'M CUMMING TOO~!" He was suddenly impaled as he took her from the hips, pressing her cervix harshly as he came around her walls, with the sticky and amazing amount of sperm inside of her as his throaty grunts were performed along as her cunt was filled with his such beastly cum. "D'aaaah... ahhh..." he said, pressing his forehead against her shoulder exhaustedly as his cock was slipped out from the large walls of cums that he just lent to her pretty body, dripping small lines of cum that fell on the floor ceramics.

Izzy's hands went to the wall on either side of her, his thrusts had grown more frantic, rougher. Moving to press her small body against against the wall. She knew swim session would be over within the next ten minutes. They will wonder where they had gone to if they hadn't already. her nails clawed at the hard wall. Her face burying into the locks of red hair of his.

Her sex pulsated around him. feeling his cock growing impossibly rough within her. forcing more cries and whimpers from her lips as he continued to stretch her tiny cunny. Pleasure still filled her up. Drowning her senses, as she heard his announcing he was going to cum within her. She felt the flood of warmth spill within her , tearing small gasping moans from her lips as she herself release again with a small cute cry of pleasure. her pussy gripping tightly on him.

Panting heavily she clung to him her eyes closed as she nestled her face into his hair. And as his cock began to shrink made her whimper and tighten around him. she could feel the warm run of cum trickle down her bottom. how would they hide this mess from the others. "Sakura, that, that was fun. We should clean up though" She panted heavily.

Her suggestion made Sakura laugh lightly, but he couldn't stand the fact he loved her so much and pressed her even more against the wall, licking her mouth in such way as his hands came to her pretty cheeks and caressed them softly. His kisses made sharp noises as he looked at her orbs, and his tongue was introduced inside of her, entangling her tongue around with his, sharing his saliva with her. "We-- we- should... clean... yes..." he said, blowing his breath on her lips and glanced down at his throbbing cock dropping slowly her and his cum as he gulped, glancing at her once again. "H-how shall we clean this, Izzy-chan?!"

He seemed a little afraid of what could happen if that cum was going to lead to problems for the secretive couple as his expression was nothing but worries.

Izzy couldn't help but whimper into his kiss. her tongue sliding along his. Her breathing trembling. How where they going to clean this. she though her mind reeling. She moved, gently pushing him aside, gathering her swim suit. And began wiping up the cum that dribble to the floor. then carefully wiping him up. "Wrap up and dress quickly I go shower" She panted as she slipped from the stall.

She clung the messy cummed up bathing suit and held it low so no one would see her small, red now, girl part as she hurried to the showers. She could hear some girls laughing as she went to a shower stall and she did her best to clean up and slip her bathing suit back on. they paused to look at her and she gave a small smile.

Their eyes held question. "Sakura wasn't well so we came in here I spilled some orange juice so I had to clean or risk ruining my perfect skin." She smiled largely, acting so innocent as she walked back with a cloth. Her loins ached, from the sex, and from her quick wash up. but she was okay. licking her lips she went back into there stall and whipped up more of the stall. "That was close" She murmured breathlessly.

Their lips parted away as she decided to clean off that smelly and sticky cum that was abandoned on the floor, with her swimsuit as Sakura simply bloomed his cheeks in pink as her hand went quickly for his exhausted cock to clean it off and ran from the stall. The two surely had to take a shower or either, it would be pretty much uncomfortable to be around their friends. He had to at least cover his whole cock to not be seen and especially, if he was seen, it would mean big problems.

Sakura ran up to the showers as he took his own time until he could hear the voice of Izzy talking with some people, as he quickly wrapped himself around with a towel and ran just as fast as possible without making any kind of sound to where he had his clothes. Bandages wrapped him tightly around the hips zone to cover that big cock he had and to look more feminine. The swimsuit was wore by the boy and blushing, he went next to Izzy, ready. "Th- thank you..." he said, still ashamed for always being such problem.


A sensual and receptive partner, eager to explore her desires with Sakura. She has a small body and appears innocent, but she is also assertive in expressing her pleasure during their sexual encounter. Her resourcefulness and quick thinking are demonstrated when she devises a plan to clean up the mess and deceive others about what happened. This shows that she is both intelligent and cunning in maintaining secrecy around her intimate experiences.

Izzy couldn't help but whimper into his kiss. her tongue sliding along his. Her breathing trembling. How where they going to clean this. she though her mind reeling. She moved, gently pushing him aside, gathering her swim suit. And began wiping up the cum that dribble to the floor. then carefully wiping him up. "Wrap up and dress quickly I go shower" She panted as she slipped from the stall.

She clung the messy cummed up bathing suit and held it low so no one would see her small, red now, girl part as she hurried to the showers. She could hear some girls laughing as she went to a shower stall and she did her best to clean up and slip her bathing suit back on. they paused to look at her and she gave a small smile.

Their eyes held question. "Sakura wasn't well so we came in here I spilled some orange juice so I had to clean or risk ruining my perfect skin." She smiled largely, acting so innocent as she walked back with a cloth. Her loins ached, from the sex, and from her quick wash up. but she was okay. licking her lips she went back into there stall and whipped up more of the stall. "That was close" She murmured breathlessly.


A young tiefling warlock woman who lost in an unfamiliar environment. She has recently given birth to children that are no longer with her, and her body still shows signs of it, such as engorged breasts that leak strange fluids. Despite being afraid and alone, she is willing to exchange her body for food and shelter from a monstrous man named Rogan. She is also highly sensitive to touch and easily aroused by his actions.

The journey disoriented Falia. When she was finally thrust ashore, she didn't recognize anything. The trees were different, the grass was different, even the color of water was different. She sat back on the muddy shore and let the water lap at her legs. The call was gone. The primal pull that had begun this journey had also left her. The young warlock could have cried, but at that moment her insides twisted. Her bulging belly wriggled and as the pain overtook her senses she glimpsed one small grotesque malformed creature enter the water between her legs, and then she succumbed her consciousness to pain.

When Falia awoke the second time, her stomach had mostly returned to normal. No longer distended and swollen, but not taut and prim like it once was. Her breasts had remained engorged, however, and still leaked a strange fluid when pressed. Her whole body ached. The children that she had birthed were presumably already at sea with her Master, since there was no trace of them. Now she was truly alone, but she found she couldn't cry. Instead, the young naked tiefling warlock pushed herself to her feet and tried to get her bearings. If she could locate a town name, and maybe find some clothes, she could find her way back to Halfway and to Belkas.

Lost in the wilds where few people could survive without a guide, stranded naked in the most hostile environment of a world it was day out but as soon as night would come Falia would have to contend with the natural predators, the wild creatures that would hunger for her flesh she would not survive long without a guide. As she wondered naked through the unfamiliar grounds she would some come across an alluring smell. As well as the sight of a camp fire in the distance.

The creature at the makeshift camp was big, green and hairy it's male body was covered in dark fur, and dressed only in tanned skin's and hides of creatures, roasting on the fire was finely prepared section of meat torn and cleaned from an animal. Prepared and cooked, spiced and salted it was a warm meal. The man spent his time crafting the meal, but was aware enough to keep his weapon, a large war axe close at hand in case of another creature being drawn to the smell, the camp was makeshift, but had a tent, and a bedroll, it was clear he had been living here on his own for a long time. His nose twitched for a moment and he reached out and grabbed the axe turning towards the woods as he looked around. "Come out now."

It was the scent of roasted meat that lured Falia in long before she saw any of the other signs of habitation. But she hadn't been careful and know she had been labeled an intruder. Last time she was afraid she had run away and it did her no good. This time she would stand her ground.

Falia emerged from the bushes and exposed herself to this hairy, clothed giant. She trembled as she spoke but she stood her ground. "Hello. My name is Falia. I was hoping you would share your meat with me."

The man saw a naked, shivering fearful, young tiefling who looked like she had just given birth, her breasts heavy with milk, and yet no child in her arms. The creature seemed to connect the dots, and walked up to her, sniffing the air about her. Something smelled oddly wrong about her, perhaps it was the fact that she had the stench of salt water all about her, but they were far from the ocean, or that she seemed alone, and naked. Still he did not immediately harm her. He pressed a green hand against her belly for a moment checking her stomach for something, before shaking his head.

"My name is Rogan." He moved back towards the fire. "You are probably cold, take a seat by the fire, the food will be ready soon, You may have some if you allow me some of your mother milk in return." He pointed to her heavy breasts still leaking. He did not ask where the child was, it frankly did not concern him. He only offered her food as trade.

Falia stood still while the monstrous man approached. She stared him down, but still managed to tremble under his touch. His hand was the size of her entire abdomen! She barely came up to his rib cage. Her fearful yellow eyes watched him as he touched her gray-blue flesh. She wasn't brave but what choice did she have? A moment later he had backed away. She could stay, eat and get warm all for one simple price: her leaking breasts.

Rejection never entered Falia's mind. Food and warmth were things she craved right now. Her body had already been used so much, she figured one more person would make no difference. She nodded at Rogan, smiling at him for the first time. This man was a stranger but she was happy to exchange her body for food and shelter. It struck her as odd that she was so willing to let this orc suckle her heavy, bare breasts but had run from the bandits who likely had wanted the same thing. What a strange turn of events!

Falia did as she was told and sat herself near the fire. Rogan was right, it felt nice. She looked over at him, wondering when she should allow him a taste. Now? Maybe.

Falia pivoted her torso so that her massive breasts were facing Rogan. She used her arms to almost poffer them to him. "Would you like them now? Or would later be better?"

Rogan watched her sit down, he wasn't sure why she smelled wrong, he knew what she was, the grayish blue he had seen before, but this was something else, the way she acted did not seem completely natural, he had to wonder if she was broken in some way. But these were not things for him to judge, as a person's past was often their own, and the outcasts often needed friends the most. He watched the food cook, but when she offered her tit to him he turned his attention to her once more.

Since the meal needed more time to cook, he nodded and decided to take his side of the trade first. Settling down, he moved closer to her, his hands picked her up, and she would find that there was one advantage to his large frame, and hairy body, as he sat her down in his lap like a toy so that he could better press his lips to her large breasts suckling at her tit and drinking her fresh motherly milk to parch his own thirst. The water here was not the safest to drink, no water ever truly was, so milk like hers fresh and warm was actually a useful find in parching ones thirst. His tongue flicked at her too as he sucked. A large warm hand grabbing her breast to better support himself as he took a few mouthfuls of her bodies warm tit.

yellow eyes looked up at the woman, watching her face as he suckled from her. His loin cloth also stirred despite the strange scent, his cock still moved, reacting to the fine feminine body he touched.

Falia blushed deep red as her new Orc friend began suckling her teat. She watched him for a few moments, noting how his mouth easily engulfed her swollen areola. She could feel his tongue pushing against her nipple and lapping up her milk. Her lips pressed together as she turned her head away. Had her breasts been this sensitive before? She didn't think so.

She gasped when his hand squeezed her other tit. Her checks were bright with embarrassment but her half- lidded eyes were filled with desire. He was only parching his thirst, she told herself. Why was she reacting so strongly to his touch? It was like she wanted him to- to-

Falia let a stiffled moan slip past her pursed lips. It was an accident. She'd been holding in all her reactions as best she could but the way he was sucking on her engorged jug was driving her mad with last. She squirmed in his lap, keenly aware of his well- endowed protrusion. Her fingers glazed the loincloth and the slightest of shivers ran through her body. Her hips wriggled. She let her fingers casually rub his hardness through the fabric. Just enough pressure to know it was her hand but not so much that it was glaringly obvious. But the more he sucked from her fresh tit, the worse she became at stifling her moans. Soon she was whimpering in his lap with a hand covering her mouth to keep from being too loud. Why did it feel so good!!?


A big, green and hairy orc who lives alone in the wilds. He is skilled at hunting and preparing food. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is gentle with Falia and enjoys suckling from her breasts while admiring her body's feminine curves.

Rogan watched her sit down, he wasn't sure why she smelled wrong, he knew what she was, the grayish blue he had seen before, but this was something else, the way she acted did not seem completely natural, he had to wonder if she was broken in some way. But these were not things for him to judge, as a person's past was often their own, and the outcasts often needed friends the most. He watched the food cook, but when she offered her tit to him he turned his attention to her once more.

Since the meal needed more time to cook, he nodded and decided to take his side of the trade first. Settling down, he moved closer to her, his hands picked her up, and she would find that there was one advantage to his large frame, and hairy body, as he sat her down in his lap like a toy so that he could better press his lips to her large breasts suckling at her tit and drinking her fresh motherly milk to parch his own thirst. The water here was not the safest to drink, no water ever truly was, so milk like hers fresh and warm was actually a useful find in parching ones thirst. His tongue flicked at her too as he sucked. A large warm hand grabbing her breast to better support himself as he took a few mouthfuls of her bodies warm tit.

yellow eyes looked up at the woman, watching her face as he suckled from her. His loin cloth also stirred despite the strange scent, his cock still moved, reacting to the fine feminine body he touched.


A former basketball player turned insurance broker, indicating he's physically imposing---tall, muscular, and black. He's well-endowed. His personality can be described as dominant and assertive, possibly even aggressive. He has a strong sexual appetite and doesn't hesitate to exploit situations for his own benefit. Despite being married with children, he's unfaithful and manipulative in pursuing his desires. His reminiscing about his past glory days suggests a certain dissatisfaction with his current life, making him somewhat bitter and regretful.

The smell of her sex, her arousal, filled the air and wafted into Franks's nostrils. It was a smell that he recognized quite well. In his youth, he had been quite the lady killer. He was strong, tall, muscular, and black. In college, he had a new girlfriend every other week. Hell, sometimes he had had two or three girlfriends at a time. Then, he met his wife, and she easily tamed him with marriage and two kids. He wasn't the ball player he used to be, and age quickly grabbed hold of him. Sometimes he wished he was back in his youth. In his days as a promising basketball star. He was going to make his mark on the world once, and now those were all but pipe dreams. The difference between his past and now filled him with regret. Regret for getting hurt. Regret that he had fallen in love with Theresa. Regret that he could never go back into the past. Regret soon turned into anger.

Every night, Franks would reminisce. He would think about how great things were without a wife and how things could have been different. Even now, with a nearly naked teen girl in front of him, he didn't realize how much things would change if his wife found out. She would probably take the kids and leave him but the pale girl in front of him was far too tantalizing for the insurance broker from south Philadelphia to resist. Besides, she seemed to be complying with him, whether it be out of fear or out of sheer want, Franks was still unsure. Easily he gathered her smaller wrists in one of his hand allowing his free hand to reach towards his slacks and his boxers, pulling them down and revealing that indeed the rumors were true. He was as well hung as the stereotypes would have young, teen, white woman to believe.

Licking his fingers, almost as a courtesy for Kimmy, he reached down and rubbed her slit. Based on the glistening, he knew it was already semi-lubed but he figured he would help her out a little bit. From there, there was no more talking and no foreplay. He wanted what he wanted, and he really didn't care about what Kimmy wanted. He positioned the head of his member at Kimmy's awaiting teen sex before he began to push it inside of her. Inch by inch of his cock disappeared inside the teen girl. Franks closed his eyes relishing the feeling. It was almost nostalgic for him to take Kimmy like this.

A sharp breath from Kimmy's plump red lips welcomed Mr. Franks inside of her, his head spreading her pink labia open and feeding his member into her. Being held down she almost wanted to grab her legs and open them more, the immense pressure of him inside of her causing some discomfort yet sensual feeling of being filled by a true man. The boys who knew her in this way previously did not even approach this size, the tightness of her walls evidence of that as eye twitches and labored breathing signaled her discomfort and pleasure.

"Its so big..." her words marred by gasping and breathing as her legs kicked and scrambled to open more. The girl was looking for more room, more room to put this man inside of her body as he endlessly pushed in. She wondered if there was an end to the feeling of him entering her, will he ever pull backwards. The pressure was so far up her body she was sure that he was pushing her stomach, yet no complaints left her mouth. The discomfort and breathing just growing pains of being stretched by her boss.

"Oh god!" Her exclamation a bit louder than expected, she instantly bit her lip to quiet herself, eyes tearing up just a bit, legs now open and in the air as she let him explore her further with his cock.

Boy oh boy was the teen babysitter quite tight, but Franks was still amazed at how much of his cock her body was able to take. Slowly, and as gently as he could, he kept pushing. He would groan and grunt, her pussy tightening around like a vice. Finally, their hips touched. Then, he began to pull his member out of her. His cock was slick with her arousal

"Why didn't you tell me you were such a slut." Franks said, parts of his youth coming back out. He was a misogynistic asshole at one point or another, but the women back then loved it. Here he was, completely dominating his teen babysitter, and his wife or his kids were nowhere near his thoughts. "Maybe we should have you move in full time." He mused outloud thinking a little harder about how much he could ruin her.

His hips began to pick up steam, driving his cock on and out of her. Eventually, his hands left her, finding the bed on either side of her smaller body and serving as anchor points for him to continue to use the poor teen as his own, personal cock warmer

The eyes of a girl who did not know how to answer that sort of question looked up at him. Innocent eyes of Kimmy experiencing her first black cock. His rocking of his hips made her gasp and moan, her song of sensual pleasure slipping from her lips more and more as her fed his tube into her. Her muscles contracting around the length of him with each pass by her lips. She was a bare sort of girl, hairless where it counted, she could feel their juices all over her as he picked up his pace.

Mr. Franks then suggested she should move in full time, in mud stroke as he fucked her. Kimmy had not even fathomed how they came to this position yet, however Mr. Franks seemed keen to make it happen again. The younger girl was not sure what she wanted, doubts crossed her mind as the serious and family friendly Kimmy feared the implications of the situation.

But then her pussy began to warm, slowly but surely it warmed up to the point there was no refuting it. Mouth hanging open Kimmy gave out more song to her boss, moaning and humming the pleasures of being fucked by his huge cock. If any doubt still remained in her mind, it would be set aside for now as her muscles began to tighten, her orgasm that she was denied as Mr. Franks came home earlier now arriving and pulsing around his rod, the brunette's eyes rolling back.

"I'm cumming..." was all Kimmy said, one of the few things she said this whole encounter. Her pussy continued to produce a tidal wave of orgasmic pulses until finally she lay back relaxed, hands above her head and head turned to allow him to finish his own pleasures. She avoided eye contact for now, looking at the wall as she bobbed up and down with his

It wasn't too surprising how quickly she came, though Franks hadn't known what she was doing before he had shown up. Only the most daring women tried the black cock and most of them loved it. He continued to pump into her, and as she turned away, his free hand forced her head back to look at him. Of course he had wanted her to move in for very selfish reasons and she was making it quite obvious that she wasn't one for arguments.

His punks slowed just a little bit. Instead of frantic pumping, Franks was down to slow, methodical, and powerful thrusts. Each pump shook the bed as their hips collided. He grunted and groaned. Pulling out for just a moment, he reached down and grabbed her arm. Flipping her onto her stomach, he entered her once more. His hands found her hips as he continued his assault.

Finally, after another few moments, with one final pump he came. Letting out a loud groan, he pumped his seed into her. The whole ordeal lasted for a few moments before he pulled out. Looking down at her, he smiled. "Stay the night. I'll need you here tomorrow." He said before pulling his pants up. It was more of a suggestion but his gruff voice made it sound like something else


A young, innocent girl with plump red lips and expressive eyes that reflect her naivety. She has a hairless body indicating her youthfulness. Her personality is submissive and compliant, as she doesn't resist Franks's advances despite the apparent discomfort and fear. However, there's also an underlying curiosity in her, shown by her willingness to experience new things. She is somewhat unsure of herself and easily influenced, given how quickly she agrees to Franks's proposition without fully understanding the implications.

It wasn't too surprising how quickly she came, though Franks hadn't known what she was doing before he had shown up. Only the most daring women tried the black cock and most of them loved it. He continued to pump into her, and as she turned away, his free hand forced her head back to look at him. Of course he had wanted her to move in for very selfish reasons and she was making it quite obvious that she wasn't one for arguments.

His punks slowed just a little bit. Instead of frantic pumping, Franks was down to slow, methodical, and powerful thrusts. Each pump shook the bed as their hips collided. He grunted and groaned. Pulling out for just a moment, he reached down and grabbed her arm. Flipping her onto her stomach, he entered her once more. His hands found her hips as he continued his assault.

Finally, after another few moments, with one final pump he came. Letting out a loud groan, he pumped his seed into her. The whole ordeal lasted for a few moments before he pulled out. Looking down at her, he smiled. "Stay the night. I'll need you here tomorrow." He said before pulling his pants up. It was more of a suggestion but his gruff voice made it sound like something else

Kimmy was so... full. Beyond Franks's cock being giant and filling the girl from brim to guts, his seed seemed to be endless. As he left her she gushed with his white fluid, her young slit fully fertilized as she lay there on her stomach. Her expression was rather docile, even when he had turned her head to look at him her eyelids were droopy and expression sort of distant. Now she only looked at him with one eye, rest of her face buried in the sheets of the bed as she leaked his essence.

"OK..." she meekly replied to his demand to stay the night. She had thought about it before he mounted her, since it was late anyways. But now she was even more tired and sore, the trip home felt like a bit much. Yet even staying here most nights would she get used to being so... filled, like that every night? Kimmy watched Mr. Franks leave, only moving to wipe herself with an unused blanket. Though as much sperm she wiped away more would pour out. This would continue until she fell asleep.


An adventurous woman who participates in expeditions, hinting at her love for discovery and exploration. She has a casual style, often choosing comfort over fashion as seen in her choice of a black tank top and ripped jeans. Her personality appears to be straightforward and honest; she openly shares details about her trips with Amy. However, she also exhibits impulsive behavior, such as taking the ring from the tomb without thinking about the consequences. Despite this impulsiveness, she does show some level of guilt for her actions. When confronted with unexpected situations like being controlled by the ring or developing feelings for Amy, she tends to panic and act erratically, suggesting that she may struggle with handling emotional stress or unexpected circumstances.

It was early in the morning when Grace arrived at the airport. She had only just returned to America after a long expedition, and now she just had to wait for her friend to arrive to pick her up. As she sat at the terminal with her bags, she thought about the trip she'd been on. Her team had discovered a nearly untouched tomb in the desert that they believed to have been built for the concubines of a Pharaoh. As they explored, Grace had wandered away from the rest of the group and stumbled across a treasure trove of gems, gold, and jewelry. But out of everything, somehow a small, golden ring with a ruby in the center stood out the most. She felt drawn to it somehow and was compelled to pick it up. And when she heard the rest of her group behind her, she hid it in her pocket without even thinking about it.

The ring was in her bag now. She hadn't been able to bring herself to confess to taking it. But since she did have it, and since no one around here would know where it came from, she might as well wear it, right? She retrieved it from her bag and held it up to the light. Besides the ruby in the center, it really was quite unremarkable. She slipped it onto a finger on her right hand, and decided that she liked the way it looked. After a little while, she almost began to forget it was there.

Amy stood there in a crowd that seemed to be searching for people coming off the plane. She watched Grace come off and stop for a moment. It seemed like she was fixing something on her hand. When Grace was done, Amy waved her hand trying to rise above the crowd despite her short height. She knew Grace very well and so, she kept her hair down and wore a white shirt with a V neck that barely hinted at her cleavage and jeans. On her face she wore a rather large pair of sunglasses to keep the bright sun out of her eyes, but also to hide herself from everyone else. She knew she was pretty and didn't want to be taken advantage of, not by a crowd of strangers.

Amy had been waiting for Grace since her friend left for the expedition. Grace had kept in touch for the majority of the campaign, and hinted at a rare find. From all the big talk Grace had put into her stories, Amy expected the woman to be dressed in the finest gold silks with lots of fancy jewelry, like a Pharaoh's wife or something. She was just glad to see Grace, the same way she was when she left. When Amy finally managed to get out of the crowd, she approached Grace and gave her a welcoming hug. "Hey, welcome back. How are you?"

Grace smiled brightly when she saw her friend and hugged her back, holding her tight. "I'm good. Glad to be home," she said. After each of her trips, Amy was always waiting to welcome her home. And as usual, while they walked to the car, Grace went over all of the details of her trip. However, she left out the mention of the ring until last. Once they were finally alone and she was in the passenger seat, she held out her hand so that Amy could see clearly. "I know I shouldn't have taken it, but I just couldn't help it," she said. "And there was so much there, there's no way they'll miss one little ring, right?"

Now that they were outside, Grace was actually feeling hot. She'd worn a jacket on the plane, but she took it off now, revealing a black tank top. She wore that and her faded blue jeans with ripped knees. She had always prioritized comfort over style, both while she was working and at home.

Amy beamed over at the ring, it was so pretty. "Awwww, I wish you went out and bought me something every once and a while." It was a simple little joke at Grace. The woman always had the best stories to tell and Amy was stuck here, picking her friend up and listening. She wished she could go with Grace some time.

They eventually made it back to the parking garage where Amy had parked her car. She opened the trunk and put Grace's belongings in the back as she asked, "So, did you meet any nice guys, maybe a pharaoh with a really nice pair?" Amy was always one to joke around with Grace mainly because it was so easy to poke fun her way. Amy finally closed the trunk of the car, but she didn't get in just yet. It was so nice to just stand around and talk. Besides, she hadn't seen her friend in so long. The echoes of their talking rang throughout the garage as they continued to converse.

"I'm afraid most of the people I met were pretty stiff, and all of the other ones were dead," Grace said, joking back. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a flash of red light coming from her hand, but dismissed it as just the ring catching the sun. Still, all of a sudden she had the strangest feeling. Without knowing why and unable to stop herself, she took Amy by the hand, leading her back into the airport. "I'm going to buy you something," she announced. Since they were in a big, international airport, there were several stores throughout the whole thing. It was almost like visiting a shopping mall in some places. She pulled Amy into the first store she saw, a small boutique that sold designer clothes. "What would you like?" she asked.

Amy felt pretty bad. She was sure that Grace knew her words were just a joke. She was pulled along until Grace found the first store. They went inside and Grace asked her to pick something out. "No, really, you don't have to. If you were really interested, you shoulda just kissed me." Amy winked, kidding and poking fun at Grace. Little did she know of the curse that was bestowed on her friend. Still if Grace was serious about buying her something, she would just have to appease her friend and pick the cheapest thing she could find. She began to browse around, if just to make Grace feel better.

Once again, Grace noticed the flash of red, this time accompanied by a slight warmth in her right hand. Without warning, she grabbed Amy by the waist and pulled her close, kissing her passionately on the lips. She held her there for several seconds before letting her go, taking a step back. "I... I don't know why I did that," she said, her cheeks turning crimson. She'd been with women before, but she'd never felt that way about Amy. She didn't know what to do next, so she panicked and tried to change the subject. "Right. We were looking for clothes," she said hurriedly.

Amy didn't know what was with Grace. First she dragged her to the store and now she was kissing her. Her eyes went wide and her face went very red, but there was something in that kiss, like a switch that turned something on. Before it could escalate any further, Grace pulled away. Amy always knew Grace had a thing for girl's. She herself had never given it a try, but she always wanted to give it a go because Grace shared some very erotic stories. Grace changed the subject and Amy looked away, her face still red. She couldn't deny it, the kiss didn't steer her away, even as she looked away a smile formed on her lips. She had no idea Grace felt that way about her. Maybe tonight would hold the possibility of a first try with her friend and do all those crazy things she had heard from Grace.

Amy began to look at the clothes, but the kiss was still fresh on her mind. Finally, she turned to Grace. "Be honest, what would you like to see me in, since you're buying?" Amy wanted to know what interested Grace. Would she choose something nice and formal, something everyday, or even something a little spicy? She needed to know if the kiss was a mistake or if it was the promise to lead to something greater later tonight.

Glancing around at the nearby racks, Grace quickly found the perfect dress. It was a short, black number number with an open back that would have looked great on Amy, and seemed like the sort of thing she'd like to wear. However, she knew that if she said that, then Amy would take it the wrong way. She was about to move on to look for something else when something stopped her. She grabbed the dress and immediately thrust it into Amy's hands. "I have to be honest. You would look stunning in this," she blurted out.

Grace shook her head, feeling slightly disoriented. Why am I behaving so strangely? she wondered. She vaguely noted that her hand was still growing warmer and that the ruby almost seemed to be giving off a faint glow now. Surely that couldn't be just a trick of the light. She tried to pull it off to get a better look, but it was stuck fast around her finger. She couldn't even turn it to try and wiggle it loose. It felt almost like it had fused to her hand.

Amy looked at the dress, surprised that Grace would think such a dress would look pretty on her. She holds it up to her seeing if it was the right size, but of course, she would have to go to the dressing room. "Come on, help me try it on," she says with a smile on her face. She makes her way through the store towards the back where the dressing rooms are. It was a small enough store where they didn't have to have an employee wait around the dressing room to make sure anyone stole something. Amy walked right into the first open room. The door was rather high exposing their ankles below the door, but the door was also high enough to hide everything else including their heads.

Amy began to undress herself exposing her black almost see through panties. She didn't think much of it with Grace, at least not since the kiss. She finally decided to ask, "So... may I ask what that kiss was about? Were you really happy to see me or was it just a joke, be honest?" Amy started to slide the dress up her body and tightened it around her body. She looked at herself in the mirror in various poses before asking Grace, "Hot or not?"

Grace followed Amy to the changing rooms. She took her clothes as she undressed, holding them for her as she slid into the dress. She wondered herself if maybe there had been something more behind the kiss, but nothing she could think of felt right. "I honestly have no idea," she said, still blushing. "It's like... you said it and then I did it. And I don't even know why."

"Definitely hot," she said. Watching her pose in the mirror, she couldn't deny that the woman was attractive. And she had been right about the dress looking good on her. But there was a big difference between noticing someone was attractive and kissing them in the middle of a crowded store.

"So, am I hot enough for another kiss? If I ask for another, will you really do it or was it a one time deal and done?" Amy was glad to hear she looked good in the dress. It made her feel pretty, even more so because Grace told her. She slipped off the dress and hung it back on the hanger. She turned to Grace. She had to know if there was something more to Grace. Did her friend really miss her so much during her expedition? She was nervous with what she was about to ask. The words came out as lumps in her throat, but they did come out.

"I want you to kiss me. I want you to kiss me like you've never kissed anyone in your entire life. I want to be convinced that there was something more between us in that parking garage, so kiss me. You'll probably never get another chance like this, with me in my panties, in this changing room." Amy stood back against the mirror waiting for something that was probably never going to happen. She made a pretty big request of her friend, one that probably disgusted the woman. She began to cross her arms, covering herself at the same time. She had never felt so naked before in her entire life.

At first, Grace was flustered and blushing, trying not to stare at Amy and not sure of how to answer. But as soon as Amy told her to kiss her, her entire demeanor changed. She dropped the clothes she'd been hold on the floor and grabbed Amy by the hips, pushing her back against the wall and pinning her there with her own body. She kissed her like she had never kissed anyone before, with so much force and passion she was quickly breathless. She sucked lightly on her bottom lip, moaning softly into her mouth. Her hand crept down Amy's thigh slowly, lifting her leg and guiding it around her. Then, just as suddenly as she'd started, it was over. She parted lips and gasped for breath, frozen in place with no idea what she was doing.

Amy had never been more surprised than now when Grace pinned her back against the mirror and kissed her. It was so sudden, Amy moaned from the impact of being taken right then and there. Her leg was wrapped around Grace and she was into the moment. She followed her friend's lead when kissing right back, sending her tongue in and letting her lip stretch. Her hands wrapped around Grace's body never wanting the woman to back away, but then suddenly it was gone. Amy kept kissing at the air for a second, from the abrupt suddenness of the end to the kiss. She stared back at Grace, her chest heaving from the heat rising throughout her body. Then her face displayed confusion. "What's wrong?" and she realized they were in a dressing room where anyone could hear them. Her face went red as she bent over to gather her clothes and put them on. Before leaving the dressing room and see if anyone had taken notice of them she turned to Grace and asked, "Promise me we'll continue this later." With that she gave a quick peck on Grace's lips before leaving the dressing room with the black dress in hand.

"I promise we'll continue this later," Grace said without thinking. "No, wait!" Her head was spinning and it felt like her hand was burning now. Looking at the ring, she could no longer deny that there was a strange light coming from it. She followed Amy from the dressing room and glanced around to make sure no one was within ear shot before stopping her, pulling her off to the side.

"I don't know what's going on. But it's like whenever you say something, I have to do it, no matter what," she whispered hurriedly. She held up her right hand, showing her the ring again. "I think it has something to do with this. I found it in the concubine's tomb, right? It must, like, make the person wearing it into a slave or something." It occurred to her that she must have sounded insane. But nothing else could explain how she had been acting that day. And there was definitely something weird about this ring.


A petite woman, pretty enough to draw attention but prefers not to stand out in the crowd. She often hides her face behind large sunglasses and dresses modestly, with an occasional hint of her cleavage visible through her V-neck shirts. Her personality is jovial and teasing; she enjoys making light-hearted jokes and poking fun at Grace. However, beneath this playful exterior lies a sensitive heart. When she feels hurt or rejected, as seen when Grace confesses about the ring's influence, she responds with sharp words but can't hide her tears. Despite this emotional vulnerability, she shows resilience by calming herself down and waiting for Grace, indicating an underlying strength and loyalty.

"I promise we'll continue this later," Grace said without thinking. "No, wait!" Her head was spinning and it felt like her hand was burning now. Looking at the ring, she could no longer deny that there was a strange light coming from it. She followed Amy from the dressing room and glanced around to make sure no one was within ear shot before stopping her, pulling her off to the side.

"I don't know what's going on. But it's like whenever you say something, I have to do it, no matter what," she whispered hurriedly. She held up her right hand, showing her the ring again. "I think it has something to do with this. I found it in the concubine's tomb, right? It must, like, make the person wearing it into a slave or something." It occurred to her that she must have sounded insane. But nothing else could explain how she had been acting that day. And there was definitely something weird about this ring.

Amy was smiling as she left the dressing room. She was so happy that Grace would return to her tonight and they would get to explore the possibility of being something more than friends. It would be Amy's first time with a woman and she looking forward to being with Grace. Then her hopes fell as Grace pulled her aside to make some crazy excuse. Amy looked at her like a crazy person. Why would Grace go through all the trouble of building up something so great only to shoot it down? This must have been some cruel prank.

"Fine, if you have to do anything I say then grow a dick because that's what you are." Amy was hurt and tears were beginning to form around her eyes. She dropped the dress on the way out and made her way back to her car. She wanted to run so badly, but she didn't want anyone to notice her. When she got to her car she got into the drivers seat just as the tears began to slide down her cheeks. She thought about what Grace had said and why she would ever do something like that. She should have left Grace then and there, but Amy wasn't the kind of person to do something like that. She wiped her tears away and calmed herself down. Hopefully Grace would find her way back to the car.


A somewhat reserved and cautious 20 years old man, not always outwardly showing his excitement. He is considerate of Jessica's preferences and appears to be adaptable, transitioning from a victim to pet, then pet to boyfriend, and eventually considering marriage. While he might have some issues with expressing his emotions openly, he does express curiosity and interest in their plans for the future together.

Klayton cocked his head to the side a bit confused by her face. "What if it is a proposal?" He asked not wanting to admit if it was or not in case she was just joking and he would be embarrassed by things. "And if you don't want to get married for years I'll of course stay faithful." He said with a smirk on his face. "And if you do I'd rather do it sooner. I wasn't proposing, but if you actually do want to get married I'll use the money you gave me to buy a ring and I'll formally propose." He said liking the idea of marriage a bit more than he anticipated. "Human pets or animal pets?" He asked a little bit unsure of what she meant. "Either way I'd help."

"Ah, there it is in a nutshell. My disobedient Pet is back is that it?" Jessica got off his lap and went back to her seat. She looked out the jet window for a moment then turned back to him. "I asked you some questions, and you threw it back to me, what if...? I don't get it. You say you want to be my boyfriend, but you ask another question of me without answering me. You didn't propose, fine, no big deal, just say it. Do you think I would marry you knowing that isn't what you wanted? You are the one who mentioned it first. If I want pets human or animal, what does it matter, it isn't going to happen anyways."

Klayton internally rolled his eyes a bit looking over at her as she climbed off of him. "I would like to marry you, but I didn't exactly want to propose on a plane. I'd rather do it with a ring." He said a little frustrated with her. "I was wondering if you'd like to get married so I could propose later." He said as he leaned back against the seat and shut his eyes. "And what would the pet be when it happens, because I will propose to you and hopefully you'll say yes." He said with great confidence coming out as he started to go to sleep wanting to wake up in LA.

"I see." Jessica let it drop for the moment, Thinking about how they had only been together a couple of days, how he went from victim to pet, then pet to boyfriend and now both thinking about marriage? It was consuming her in the fatality of marriage, the big M word that scared her the most.

"It is too early to propose, if I say yes and something happens then we both will have a bigger headache, if I say no, it will damper our Mistress/Pet relationship. We have had a lot happen in 2 days. Let's talk about it after our finals next week, okay?"

She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep only to be woke up a while later by the Captain announcement. "LA straight ahead, 20 minutes."

Klayton nodded at her and agreed and smiled. "I think that's a good choice, that's why you're my Mistress and I'm you're happy pet." He said with a little chuckle as the plane neared it's final destination. "And we should certainly reopen the subject next week." He agreed with her once again as he took her hand and watched her fall asleep and then spring right back up at the announcement. "Well I guess we're almost there." He said excited to see LA for the first time in his life.

"I knew it was big, but look at the size of just the airport. We will get lost here and then that will be that. I better call for a limo to take us around, renting a car would be insanity. I hope the restaurant is close by. I am starving." Jessica said.

Klayton nodded once again agreeing with his mistress/girlfriend's opinion. "Yeah I think that would be for the best. And besides I'm not really in the mood to drive and I'm sure you're not either." He said yawning a bit. "And I can't wait to get to dinner!" He added as his stomach growled.

The jet landed and they were directed to the limo that was waiting outside for them. It only took forty-five minutes to arrive at the restaurant. Jessica gave the hostess her name, and she quickly took them to the table of her choice. She told them their waitress would come by and get their drinks momentarily.

"This is my father's favorite place, I guess she knew my name from him? I don't know, but she sure earned a tip tonight. Order anything you want, and don't even look at the prices. Enjoy this time tonight, there will be more like it in the future I am thinking."

Klayton did have to admit that he preferred riding in the limo to riding with Jessica driving he felt a lot safer with legitimately anyone else but her driving the car as they pulled up to the restaurant and her driver came back and opened the door up. He ran his hands through his hair and stepped out taking her hand and helping her out of the car as soon as he was out.

"She did do a pretty good job." He said with a smile as he picked up the menu looking it over and not even noticing the prices as he reached under the table and rested a hand on her thigh stroking her lovingly as he looked over the menu. "I think I'll have the prime rib." He said with a smile. He was certainly glad he didn't look at the price seeing as how he would never order anything this rich in his past life.

"Oh that sounds good. I think though I shall have a Maine lobster, salad and a baked potato with sour cream and butter. For dessert I think I shall order the hot fudge brownie sundae. I am really hungry." She patted his hand that was on her thigh. "If not the sundae, definitely the pecan pie." Jessica looked around the restaurant, and waved to the waitress who was on her way over to their table. "Would you order for me, I need to go find the ladies room." With that said she got up and left him to take care of their food order.

Klayton nodded at her order and then at her comment about needing to go to the ladies room. "I'll order the main course, but not dessert since you haven't decided yet." He said with a little smirk as she hopped up and went over to the bathroom. Then the waitress showed up and it was a good thing he had an exceptional memory as he nailed her order making sure he'd remember everything, he ordered her what he assumed was a good wine since he didn't drink and himself a Soda and then leaned back awaiting her return.

Jessica hurried back to the table after washing up and quickly sat down. She looked like the cat that swallowed the canary, and definitely had something important to share with him. She stared up at him and bit her lower lip trying to come up with the proper wording for her news.

"I called my father while I was in the ladies room. I told him there had been a change in plans, that we would not be joining him this weekend. I told him he would meet his new son-in-law after we eloped. Daddy is going to set everything up for your transfer, and... um, he is 'fixing' your finals at your school as well. Good news is, neither of us have to take our finals. Daddy and my uncle, who is the dean at the university is giving us both a pass, so we can go on an extended honeymoon."

Klayton looked at her and smiled a bit as she sat down. "I ordered you some wine, since I didn't know what you'd want to drink. I hope it's good." He said as she seemed pretty excited about something, he couldn't help but let his mind race and think about what she had done while she was in the bathroom. He licked his lips and was pretty excited for the news.

"Huh, well that's awfully nice of him I suppose." He said still not a huge fan of the guy but he did have to admit that he liked that he didn't have to take his finals and his grades would be good and he'd be all set to transfer to his new school when they got back from their honeymoon. "I'm very excited about all this." He added knowing he had some issues with outwardly showing his excitement. "Where do you want to go for that honeymoon?" He asked with great curiosity.


A decisive and assertive 21 years old woman, taking charge in various situations and making decisions on behalf of both herself and Klayton. She has a dominant personality, referring to herself as "Mistress" and Klayton as her "Pet." Despite her strong-willed nature, she also seems to have some vulnerability when it comes to the idea of marriage, indicating that the concept scares her. Overall, Jessica is a confident person who enjoys being in control but also values her relationship with Klayton.

Jessica hurried back to the table after washing up and quickly sat down. She looked like the cat that swallowed the canary, and definitely had something important to share with him. She stared up at him and bit her lower lip trying to come up with the proper wording for her news.

"I called my father while I was in the ladies room. I told him there had been a change in plans, that we would not be joining him this weekend. I told him he would meet his new son-in-law after we eloped. Daddy is going to set everything up for your transfer, and... um, he is 'fixing' your finals at your school as well. Good news is, neither of us have to take our finals. Daddy and my uncle, who is the dean at the university is giving us both a pass, so we can go on an extended honeymoon."