A vulnerable and submissive individual, who initially tries to resist Kent's advances. She appears to be emotionally conflicted about her own reactions, feeling shame and humiliation due to her inability to fully resist the unwanted pleasure. Despite her struggles, she eventually succumbs to the sensations, revealing an underlying desire for submission.

Ariana's struggles were nearly as ceaseless as Kent's assault on her swollen womanhood, the sounds leaving her throat a combination of desperation and frustration. She turned her head this way and that as her legs flailed uselessly behind her. A sharp yelp of pain escaped her as his fingers clamped down on her nipple and then another as she felt his hand come down hard on her ass. Again and again she felt his hand come down on her tender flesh, bringing a fresh set of tears to her eyes.

What happened next was mortifying. Even as he continued to violate her sweet center, she felt a heat beginning to build in her core, slowly unfurling as if awakening from a long dormancy. Alarmed, she let out a desperate groan and redoubled her efforts to free herself from him, desperately willing her body not to respond to his rough assault. Still unable to free herself from his grasp, she willed her mind to retreat to somewhere else, but the more she told herself not to think about that heat spreading through her body, the faster it spread. This couldn't be happening. She shouldn't be reacting like this.

Turning her head to the side, she opened her mouth and gasped for a breath of air. "Stop..." she managed to get out, her voice ragged and thick. "Please stop." She was almost begging now. She couldn't allow her body the release she knew it wanted. It would only encourage him, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

Kent could read Ariana like a book, almost feel that burgeoning heat in her body, unfolding from her core and enveloping him in her tight sweet heat. He could smell the salt of her tears, and yet he knew she was more angry at herself. That she hadn't sought out the pleasure and release her body so desperately craved. Between her legs, as he plumbed her depths, a wet sound could not be heard, her lust slicking his veined shaft as his sac slapped her swollen clit with each inward thrust.

Her pleas and cries to stop were false. Only offered as a thin veil to try and hide the fact that she wanted this. Needed this in fact. His pace never let up, and in fact, he plunged into her harder as she asked him to stop. The hand on her breast moved to her hair, those silken strands grabbed in a fist as he pulled her head back—all the better to hear her as she tried in vain to escape him, even though her face was flushed in such a pretty manner.

Ariana knew that her pleas had fallen on deaf ears as his assault on her body grew more aggressive. The heat between her legs began to spread more quickly now and she grew even more flushed as she struggled, causing a light sheen of sweat to develop on her sweet skin. Several long tendrils of hair clung to her neck as he pulled her head back and she let out another sharp cry, but this one was different. It was a cry of surprise rather than pain and she had to bite down hard on her lower lip again to stifle the moan that threatened to erupt from her throat, her struggles faltering for the briefest of moments before she renewed her efforts to free herself from him again.

He was so strong though. It was like trying to resist a force of nature, and the more she fought the more fatigued she became. She drew in deep ragged breaths as she struggled, and her cries of frustration and humiliation began to take on a different tone. A tone that reflected a deep regret laced with a thin layer of pleasure. Her eyes slipped closed as a moan that had nothing to do with pain or fear came unbidding to her lips, salty tears sliding down her cheeks.

As quickly as he had pressed into her he stopped. Simply... stopped. Kent pulled out of her, leaving her suddenly empty, though that warmth in her he had felt... of he was sure it lingered. He backed away, his thick and veined length glistening from her, evidence of her lust. He wondered if she would run, if she would flee. Or would she stay? Not that she could escape. There was no escape. His eyes were dark as he watched her, her pussy laid open and bare to him, pink ripples of her inner lips peeking out through swollen outer ones—her sex dripping, weeping. Because of him, and despite herself.

He could be upon her in an instant, but he wondered how she might react to the abrupt abandonment. He knew her cunt already ached to be filled again, so would she yield? Or remain ever defiant?

As soon as that one small moan escaped Ariana, he stopped and it took her a moment to realize that he had also let go of her. Confusion swam in her eyes as she opened them and looked over her shoulder at him. Had he stopped because she had begun to enjoy herself? Shame flooded her the second the thought entered her mind and she scrambled the rest of the way over the couch away from him. Ariana didn't go far. There wasn't anywhere she could go. Instead, she curled into a ball at the opposite end of the couch, arms wrapped tightly about herself, her body aching to be filled by him again.

When she glanced up and her eyes met his she quickly looked away again, afraid that he could see into her and know exactly what she had been thinking.

Kent watched her carefully, but she retreated no further than the end of the couch. Interesting. She clutched her legs to her, her pretty pink pussy peeking from between her thighs. Her eyes met his briefly, and she immediately looked away, but Kent had seen the look in her eyes, the desire.

With a growl he crossed to her and grabbed her hips, not caring if she let go of her legs or not, and then she was on her back, head tilted up toward him by the back cushion, and he angled himself and then pressed into her, feeling her tightness stretch around him again—her hot wet cunt soon filled with his cock.

"This be wh't ye wan', eh lass? T'be fill'd wit' a th'ck throbbin' c'ck, aye?" He pumped into her, letting her feel how deeply he got, just how thick and long he was, throbbing for her in her tight pussy. Her tits bounced with each jolt of her body as he started to churn her pussy in hard deep strokes.

Ariana fought him as he grabbed for her again. Despite knowing how pointless it was, Ariana still fought him. Her nails dug into his skin as she tried to push him away. She let out a cry of desperation as he pressed into her again, filling her pussy with his thick shaft. She kicked out with her legs, shoving him with her arms, but it did little good. He was so strong!

Later, she wouldn't be able to remember when her body began moving in time with his rather than against him. She let out a loud moan as the heat began to build again, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. The moment that sweet sound escaped her and she realized that she was giving in, she tried to bring herself back to reality. In a last desperate attempt to make him stop, she leaned up and sank her teeth into his shoulder, hoping it would hurt enough to make him let go.


A dominant and aggressive individual, taking pleasure in exerting control over others. His physical strength is evident as he easily overpowers Ariana, and he seems to enjoy her struggles and resistance. He is also perceptive, able to read her emotions and reactions throughout the story.

Ariana fought him as he grabbed for her again. Despite knowing how pointless it was, Ariana still fought him. Her nails dug into his skin as she tried to push him away. She let out a cry of desperation as he pressed into her again, filling her pussy with his thick shaft. She kicked out with her legs, shoving him with her arms, but it did little good. He was so strong!

Later, she wouldn't be able to remember when her body began moving in time with his rather than against him. She let out a loud moan as the heat began to build again, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. The moment that sweet sound escaped her and she realized that she was giving in, she tried to bring herself back to reality. In a last desperate attempt to make him stop, she leaned up and sank her teeth into his shoulder, hoping it would hurt enough to make him let go.

Oh how Kent loved this! Her body betrayed her, wet and hot and slick and throbbing around his shaft, pulsating with pleasure, her pussy quivering around the thick meat he fed into her tight pink hole. "See? I knew ye'd come roun' lass. Ye jes' need a deep dickin' aye?"

Kent kept pumping, wet sounds from her well-filled cunt now and his balls slapping her ass, and slick with her juices as she literally wept for him. Then she surprised him, with that loud moan, her body moving with his, trying to take him deeper, and he hit the back of her, plumbing her depths, and then, of all things, she bit him.

Kent had to smile at that. This one was a fighter and the thought ran through his mind of keeping her as a pet. He knew how to keep her on that leash too, what with her drug habit. All too easy.

Grabbing her by the hair he jerked her head back, red on her lips and teeth from where she'd broken his skin. Good enough for her that blood of his able to heal her and it unfettered him from being so gentle. A slap across the face, then another. "Settle th'fuck down." he growled and then slapped her again, across her tits, watching how they bounced, then again, noting how her nipples puckered and stood out, likely aching now. Pinning her back to the couch by the throat, he slowly squeezed her throat and made it harder for her to breathe, not denying her air, simply making her body struggle for it. He then moved to hard sharp thrusts deep into her pussy, accentuated by slow withdrawals from her, watching how her lips gaped slightly before he slammed back into her.


A young girl with seductive and eager personality. She is pretty and well-prepared in her appearance. She is confident in her abilities as a maid and expresses her enjoyment in serving a female employer. Penelope is open to engaging in intimate activities and shows enthusiasm in fulfilling the mistress's desires.

Penelope approached the door of the beautiful mansion with some degree of trepidation. She wasn't per se concerned with the duties she might be enlisted to perform: the request ad had been fairly straightforward if one knew what to look for. And the indigo-haired woman was more than pleased if her position ended up requiring more pleasing than cleaning.

Her only hope was that the mistress of the house was, well, sexually appealing. Otherwise the maid—currently clad in the appropriate pink and white attire—would have to turn the job offer down. Such was life: hit or miss.

She shifted the large door knocker back and forth to bang against the wooden panel and signal her arrival.

It's two weeks that she put up the employment ad. So far, nobody answered. Was nobody interested? Or was she just too impatient? Of course, the ad, at least the requirements she listed in it, was a bit unusual.

Carmen lay in her bed, not really willing to get up. She could get away with this once in a while, after all she was her own boss. Still, she was like this since quite a while now. Originally, hiring a maid had been a small idea that just sprung into her mind. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized how lonely she was. Yes, she wanted another woman by her side. But the uncertainty made her powerless.

Suddenly she heard a knock on the front door. She didn't want to get her hopes up too much, but she couldn't help but wonder if that was the person she was waiting for. Carmen stood up, not bothering to change out of her black nightdress, which showed quite a generous amount of cleavage, and went down to the door. When she opened, she saw a woman standing there, which made her quite hopeful. Especially since she was quite her type. She sure was young and pretty and she had quite a proud chest. Now, whether she was here for the job...

"Good day," Carmen greeted her. "What can I do for you?"

She looked up abruptly as the door opened, revealing a lovely woman with a wave of violet locks spilling around her smooth face. Penelope stared at her for a moment, before parting her lips to respond. Initially, no sound came forth. Damn it! she thought, This is no time to get cold feet! "Good day, ma'am!" the maid offered with a respectful bow forward, bra-less breasts shaking with the movement under the white shirt of her uniform. "My name is Penelope, and I was hoping that you would consider me for the position of serving you as your maid."

Her eyes glanced upward as she gave the pretty mistress of the house a light smile. "I certainly hope the position hasn't already been filled." But she doubted it; otherwise, why would the lady herself be answering the door? Unless, of course, the maid was currently occupied with other tasks...

Penelope would have crossed her fingers had her hands been out of eyeshot rather than folded in front of her.

Actually, it was quite obvious. The uniform she wore pretty much gave away the reason why she was here. But the lack of responses had made Carmen a bit pessimistic, so she still had been unsure. In any case it was good to see that she was well-prepared. But it seemed that she wasn't so well prepared mentally, as she seemed quite surprised at her appearance. One could argue what her staring and speechlessness meant, but Carmen took it as a good sign.

She stared at her breasts when she bowed, smiling when they were shaking a bit. Quite a sensual way of dressing. Probably, she was well-aware that she didn't just need someone to take care of the house. Not that this was surprising. She didn't outright write it in the ad, but the hints should have been clear enough.

"The position is till open," Carmen replied. "And I'd be happy to employ a lovely young woman like you as my maid. But we should talk about that inside. Follow me!"

With that, she led Penelope into the house and to . It was quite a large, cozy and well-furnished room. Carmen sat down on the couch and signified the younger woman to take seat too. "I'm Carmen, as you probably already know," she said. "But when working for me, I want you to address me as mistress. But with that out of the way, tell me, why exactly do you want to work for me?"

Penelope looked immensely pleased with this bit of information, and cheerfully followed the woman into the huge mansion. The inside was just as extravagant as the exterior had promised, and the would-be maid hoped she was tracking any dirt in with her white shoes. She took a seat on the plush couch adjacent to Carmen, and flattened her skirt as she sat down. "Of course, Mistress. It's my pleasure to meet you."

She nodded in acknowledgment before explaining: "You see, Mistress, I get a great deal of enjoyment from serving a female employer. Hopefully you'll find that I'm quite talented in my work, as well. And with a Mistress as attractive as you, well, it only becomes easier," she admitted with a lilt in her voice, hoping that the woman would respond to her proposition and allow her to stay under the mansion's expansive roof.

That certainly sounded good. Especially since she found Carmen attractive as well. That was important, she didn't want to force her to anything. She should enjoy her work, at least part of it, otherwise it would be no good.

"Thank you," Carmen replied, laughing a bit. "You are quite good-looking yourself. It seems that my prayers for a pretty maid got answered." More serious, she continued: "It's quite a hassle to take care of such a large house all by myself. That's why I look for a maid. However, there is also another reason. I'm rather lonely here and think I could use some company. That's why I'd like you not only to work, but also to live here. Also..." Carmen paused, unsure what to say. It's likely that Penelope was aware of it, all things considering, but it's not certain. "Well, you read the ad. Surely, you noticed that there are some rather unusual requirements for a maid, which you fulfill quite nicely. Can you imagine what other... services I want from you?"

"I appreciate you saying so, Mistress!" The blue-haired woman laughed lightly behind her hand at the question and nodded. "I believe I have a vague idea. But it would be easier to show than to elaborate in words. May I...?"

Without waiting for a reply, but not yet going further ahead in her actions, Penelope got to her knees in front of Carmen and folded her hands on her lap to wait for the mistress's say-so. She was sitting below the other woman near enough that she knew Carmen could get a good look down the front of her uniform at the heavy confined breasts.

Smiling, Carmen looked down at Penelope. Or rather her breasts, of which she had a good view now. And that sight made her want even more. But if Penelope was right, and apparently she was, then it wouldn't be a problem.

"It seems that you are on the right track already," she said. Still staring at her cleavage, she added: "Then, show me them. I want to see the... talent of my new maid."

"As you wish, Mistress," Penelope replied with a sultry smile. The maid obligingly slid her top down, allowing her large breasts to spring out. She moved forward and slid Carmen's dress up, trailing her soft fingers along the skin of the woman's legs. When the dress was around her mistress's thighs, she leaned forward and gave a careful lick to the panties over what she soon hoped would be Carmen's moist satisfaction.


A woman with a confident and assertive personality. She is attractive, with a generous amount of cleavage and a proud chest. She is someone who is comfortable with her sexuality and desires companionship and intimate experiences.

"As you wish, Mistress," Penelope replied with a sultry smile. The maid obligingly slid her top down, allowing her large breasts to spring out. She moved forward and slid Carmen's dress up, trailing her soft fingers along the skin of the woman's legs. When the dress was around her mistress's thighs, she leaned forward and gave a careful lick to the panties over what she soon hoped would be Carmen's moist satisfaction.

Her smile broadened when she saw the naked breasts of the maid now. However, she was a bit surprised when she went further than that, raising her dress. She let out a soft sigh when she felt the kiss, feeling a tingling sensation between her legs. More importantly, a rather unusual part of her twitched slightly. Carmen wondered what Penelope would think of that, but it didn't seem that she was weirded out.

"We are quite hasty, huh?" she said, "At least, you have the right idea, though. But let's do this more slowly."

She patted her own thighs, signing the maid to sit on her lap. After she did that, Carmen grabbed one of her breasts and gave it a firm squeeze, then did the same with the other one. "Hmm... You sure have a nice pair of tits, Penelope," she said with a naughty smile. "I'm sure that I'll have a lot of fun with them."


A 12-year-old boy who, despite his young age, exhibits significant maturity and confidence. He is quite charming and popular among his peers, especially with girls like Liz. His quick-thinking nature often helps him navigate tricky situations, particularly when it comes to managing his relationships. However, he also has a mischievous side as evidenced by his teasing behavior towards Jessi. His personality shows that he enjoys pushing boundaries and exploring new experiences.

Eric's day had been busy. He'd made plans to meet Max on Sunday, completely neglecting to mention his sister, and Olivia would be joining them. Then he'd spent most of his lunch in the library storage room with Liz; their kissing so intense he could still feel her lips on his for the rest of the day. Then after school, she'd been waiting for him, suggesting they wait for Jessi so they could walk together, which of course he agreed to, as it gave him another half hour to kiss those most amazing lips of hers.

So it was that Jessi found the pair waiting for her as the high school released her for the weekend.

It had been a long, tiring day for Jessi. She was all giddy and excited the entire school day, not being able to wait for it to end and to be released for the weekend, but the time did seem to crawl. The tests were not too bad at least, Jessi wasn't a bad student and smart enough to understand that she needed to learn at least a bit unless she wanted to drop out and become a failure in life, thus she did not do too badly. She just couldn't concentrate and some of her friends noticed that too, but she avoided the conversation about that. When finally she was free to go, later than Eric, she all but fled from the school building, her slender feet flying down the stairs. Now, where's the nearest drug store, where can she buy some condoms so that... oh, there's Eric. And Liz. Wait, are they waiting for her?

Seeing the two lovebirds, Jessi skipped over to them, smirking at them. "So, look at that, already sucking face, huh? Are you waiting for someone or why are you standing outside in the cold?"

"I wanted to walk home with you, at least as far as the park," Liz smiled at Jessi, "Plus, it gave me more time to spend with Eric." The smaller girl seemed to almost bounce, rocking back and forth from her heals, to get toes, and back again. "Also, I was wondering... sense we're going shopping tomorrow... maybe you'd like to stay over with me tonight?"

"She can't!" Eric replied before Jessi had a chance without thinking. It had been almost two days since he'd had sex, and making out with Liz wasn't helping how desperately hard he was. At this point, he needed the release Jessi had to offer.

"No, why not?" Liz asked, confused, as she turned to Eric.

Suddenly Eric realized he was too quick to speak and now had to think fast. "Well... mom's going to be home late tonight. She said it was up to us to get dinner started. Remember? And the truth is, when it comes to cooking, I could burn a pot of water."

"Oh... yeah," Liz said, her voice tinged with disappointment. "But once you're done with dinner, maybe you could come over then?" she asked, hopefully.

"Can't," replied Jessi with a sad smile and a small shrug. Oh my god Eric, can you look any more desperate? She understood where he came from, but come one, this is smart Liz we are talking about, not some dumb hussy. She can actually pick up on such things. You have to come up with something better than that. "I am babysitting this evening. And as much as I would like to change one cute girl for another cute girl with whom I can have a decent conversation, I need the money. Also, they would kill me if I bail on them."

That wasn't actually too bad of a lie, even though she wasn't babysitting today. But it was no secret how she earned some bucks, thus it was believable at least. "And let's be honest, if we hang out every day, your head would explode from awesome overload from being near me so much," she then added with a grin.

A look of disappointed acceptance was plainly visible on Liz' face. "Alright, but at least I can walk with you as far as the park." she said as she took up a position between Eric and Jessi, her fingers intertwined with Eric's. "So Jessi, are you ready to play fashion advisor? Cause I want to find some nice things to wear for Eric; something to make me look pretty instead of looking like I'm wearing a potato sack."

"You already look pretty Liz, so that should be easy." Eric replied instantly.

"You're sweet Eric, but as my boyfriend, you have to say stuff like that, and your objectivity is compromised. Maybe I would go so far as to say that on a good day I'm cute, and most of the time I'm just plane looking. But maybe with the right presentation... the right presentation... I can bump that up a notch or two."

"You're being too hard on yourself, Liz. I've thought you were pretty for a while now, and I've only officially been your boyfriend for a day. If that weren't the case, would I still have that picture you took, set as the background on my phone? Tell her Jessi; maybe she'll believe you."

"OK, OK!" Liz said, giggling, "You win, I'm pretty! But as a girl, your sister understands something you don't; you can always look better with the right presentation, right Liz?"

And thus, their conversation went on as they made their way down the street, moving ever closer to home.

Luckily Liz would only accompany them to the park, thus Jessi would be able to run to the pharmacy after that and get the condoms she needed. Not that she had anything against Liz, she liked the girl, and she was happy that Eric had a cute and nice and smart girlfriend and she was looking forward to doing some dirty stuff with her, if Eric was fine with it, of course, but at the moment she wanted to get home and get her brains screwed out like crazy, thus Liz was a bit annoying at the moment. No, not Liz, only her being there at the moment.

"You're right, both of you actually. Liz is pretty, in a very cute way, but she can be prettier with the right presentation. Also, with the right make-up and clothes, she can turn from being a pretty little thing or a cute girl into a hot sexy seductress," replied Jessi downright matter-of-factly, her tone easy and her voice light, butting into the conversation at this point. She did make an effort to keep the conversation going and not walk too fast; she did not want to seem unfriendly or suspicious or even just rude. Even though she really, really wanted to get home.

As they reached the park, Jessi turned to Liz and Eric and with a small smirk, she said, "Okay guys, time to say goodbye for now. Kiss each other like you mean it, and then I will have to take my brother with me to tease him to death about him now having a girlfriend."

The kiss the two shared at this parting was nothing like those they had earlier in the day. In fact, it was quite tame by comparison, just a soft pressing of lips together, without tongue. "See you again soon," Liz said at last, before turning one way, while Jessi and Eric turned the other.

"You seem to be in a hurry Jessi," Eric said teasingly a block later, "Is there someplace important you need to be... or maybe something important you need to do?" Suddenly his hand slipped up under his sister's skirt to grab her well-shaped ass, only the thin layer of cloth that was her panties between them. "Did I mean something? I meant someone!" he purred lasciviously.

Jessi shuddered as she felt her brother's hand slip up her skirt and grope her shapely butt, and a moment later a needy, whorish moan escaped her mouth before she could stop it. With a lewd smirk, she turned her head to him, giving him a wink. Unconsciously, she wiggled her behind slightly against the offending hand, clearly liking the attention. "You little asshole you... I'm gonna run to the pharmacy and get the condoms. I so need my sopping twat stuffed... You think you can hold out till then?"

"And what if I can't?" he asked chickenly. "What would you ever do then? Would you be able to keep control of yourself? Or maybe you've worked yourself up enough with those toys that you're ready to give that a try? Do you think you're ready back here?" he continued, a finger pressing into the cleft of her ass, "and if you are, do you really think it will be enough on its own to leave you satisfied? Or will it just leave you craving something more?"

Suddenly Jessi went all stiff as she felt her brother's finger press against a very sensitive and tender spot, blushing like crazy now, a low moan escaping her mouth, and her face turning into an expression of lewd lust. Then she managed to pull herself together and stepped away from Eric, giving him a light shove. "Stop it, idiot... we'll... damn, I'm so horny, I would allow you to do anything to me right now... And yes, including plowing my tender little teenage rear. So keep your hands to yourself, or I'm gonna do something stupid..."

She more or less hissed these words, though her tone betrayed her, she wasn't angry at Eric at all, actually. "Okay, I'm gonna run, getting those condoms. See you at home?"

"It's not supposed to be easy for you," Eric happily called over his shoulder, "that's why I picked it for a penalty." But it was clear he was following Jessi's instructions, and continued making his way home. He was perhaps five minutes ahead of his sister when he stepped through the door. He already knew how he wanted to approach the situation; first he went up to Jessi's room, opening the door, then ducked into the bathroom, and began stripping out of his clothes. She had seemed to like it when he'd snuck up behind her, so he'd do it again. When she came up the stairs and went to her room thinking he was there, he slipped out of the bathroom behind her.

On the way to the pharmacy, Jessi had all but ran, her steps quick, and her gate hurried. But sadly, what followed was more than just a bit embarrassing. Turns out, when you are fifteen, a well-meaning pharmacist will not simply sell you condoms without giving you some advice first, which turned into a very embarrassing process for the poor teenage girl. But she lived through it, and after five minutes, her head was beet red, looking preferably at her shoes while she hurriedly returned home. Of course, she did not know she made Eric wait naked for her, but she felt bad about it anyway.

Ten minutes after Eric had come home, finally Jessi arrived, and she closed the door behind her with a triumphant slam. Yes, weekend, she had made it. With a happy smile, she pulled off her shoes, took off her jacket, and then went up the stairs and towards her room. She had thought about already pulling off her panties but had decided against it. Now, where is Eric?

Eric slipped out of the bathroom silently, sneaking up behind her. "Hi," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his bare erection pressing into her back. "I've been waiting for you for so long! Where do you want to do this? Your room, my room, the bathroom, right here, or maybe you want to go down stairs? We can do it on the couch, or even the kitchen if you want to try something new." He started kissing her ear then, "God, I want to be inside you so bad! Are you as ready as I am?" He asked as one hand slipped under her skirt and started rubbing his sister's cunt through the panties.

A small *eep* escaped from Jessi as she felt her brother's hands wrap around her, and she groaned then in satisfaction and desire, grinding back against him. With a swift motion, she turned around in his embrace and slid her arms around him as well, pressing her taller teenage body, her firm perky breasts clearly to be made out under her blouse, against him, and then her lips sought out him, and with a deep, eager moan, she kissed him hotly, sucking on his lips. "I am as ready as I can be. I want you to fuck me wherever you want... let's... let's do it downstairs, on the couch. First my wet pussy, and if you can keep going..."

She wiggled her eyebrows at this, and her hand slid down his body to his naked ass-cheeks, groping them eagerly. "...then let's try my last virginal hole, okay?"

"You seem a little over dressed for the occasion," Eric grinned, "here, let me help you with that." As he said this, his hands came up, and began undoing the buttons of Jessi's blouse, as he kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, as his erection now pressed against his sister's belly. It was a good thing the top was well made, as in his excitement, his shaking fingers could have popped the buttons off had it been something cheap. As the last button came undone, he pushed the cloth from her shoulders, letting the garment fall to the floor of the hallway.

Jessi returned the kiss with equal force, her tongue sliding into his mouth as well and welcoming his advances eagerly while giggling, then gasping. She shook slightly under his touch and pushed him backwards with unexpected force, kissing him then against the wall, her body pressing against him, her flat belly pressing against his erection, and then suddenly there was a hand of hers on his backside and digging into his ass. "I have waited the whole day for this... I want you to do me, bro, so badly... come on, let's do it on dad's precious couch."

"And how do you plan to do that with all those clothes in the way? I'm trying to help you out, but if you think you can get it done faster, I'll be glad to just sit back on the couch and watch." Eric pushed past his sister then, heading down the stairs and toward the living room. Suddenly, he looked back over his shoulder with a wicked grin, "But just so you know I was planning to give you a quick licking once I got your panties off. Too bad you're in such a rush, now you've missed your chance." And with that last quip, he rushed ahead and fell onto the couch, waiting for Jessi to come trailing after.

For a moment Jessi stared at her brother with a stunned look, then that morphed into a mixture of amusement and affront, and she followed her brother down the stairs, protesting, at least partially in jest, "Well, not my fault you're so good at making a girl horny, you little pervert. That's not fair! I demand my licking!" Only a moment after Eric she came into the living room in her half-naked glory, smirking at Eric. "Well, then I guess... Yeah, you do deserve a treat."

With graceful, skipping steps, she sauntered over to their father's prized hi-fi system and, of course, teasing her brother, she bent down in front of it with her legs straight, wiggling her cute behind, her skirt just about long enough to not expose her well-shaped backside, just the hint of it. If Eric bent down, he could even see her panties, soaked already. A moment later, music started, something a bit old-school but certainly fitting for the mood. At least somewhat. Standing up straight again, slowly, Jessi turned back to Eric, and it was like she had trained this motion, her hair falling down her body, her right hand trailing down her slim teenage body and just about dancing around her breasts, her face an expression of lust and desire and giving Eric this come-hither look.

Then she began to saunter over to him, but slowly, sensually, every step a small tease, her hands trailing up her chest and then her neck and the sides of her face and into her hair, her smirk now strong and confident and lustful.

Eric sat watching, his erection throbbing almost painfully, as he watched Jessi spin and sway to the music, her fingers trailing through and jostling her long hair; along the curves of her hips, and waist, and the swell of her cloth-covered breasts. "Mmm, I'm reeeeeally enjoying the show, you know, but I'm worried if you keep teasing me, I don't think I'm going to last very long."

"Well, I guess then a good girl would release you from your torment, huh?" whispered Jessi as she practically sauntered and slunk onto the couch in front of Eric. She moved her knees to the sides of his legs, her own legs spread, like a striptease dancer. Her hands now trailed to her back and the clasp of her bra, opening it. With a sensual, slow motion, she then pulled the garment off, right in front of Eric, her perky breasts now on display for him. Her crotch was hovering over his lap, circling slightly to the rhythm of the music, her body moving. "But..."

Leaning forward, her arms on his shoulders now, her hands behind his neck, her lips next to his ear, she whispered. "... a good girl also wouldn't fuck her little brother."

A throaty, lustful growl came bubbling up from Eric as he leaned in, savagely kissing Jessi's neck. Almost by instinct, he began thrusting his hips, rubbing his head and shaft against her soaking wet panties, stimulating her enflamed clot. One of his hands went to her breasts, the other curled fingers through the hair at the back of her head. "Are you ready? Do you want to feel me inside you?" He whispered in her ear before kissing her earlobe.


A 15-year-old girl with a tall, slender figure with well-shaped features and perky breasts. She has long hair that she often lets fall down her body in an alluring manner. Her personality is quite assertive and bold, particularly when it comes to expressing her desires or standing up for herself. Despite being older, she doesn't mind engaging in playful banter with Eric, suggesting a close sibling relationship. She's also shown to be responsible by taking on babysitting duties for extra income. However, beneath this mature exterior lies a more vulnerable side which becomes evident when she faces embarrassing situations like buying condoms from the pharmacy.

Eric's day had been busy. He'd made plans to meet Max on Sunday, completely neglecting to mention his sister, and Olivia would be joining them. Then he'd spent most of his lunch in the library storage room with Liz; their kissing so intense he could still feel her lips on his for the rest of the day. Then after school, she'd been waiting for him, suggesting they wait for Jessi so they could walk together, which of course he agreed to, as it gave him another half hour to kiss those most amazing lips of hers.

So it was that Jessi found the pair waiting for her as the high school released her for the weekend.

It had been a long, tiring day for Jessi. She was all giddy and excited the entire school day, not being able to wait for it to end and to be released for the weekend, but the time did seem to crawl. The tests were not too bad at least, Jessi wasn't a bad student and smart enough to understand that she needed to learn at least a bit unless she wanted to drop out and become a failure in life, thus she did not do too badly. She just couldn't concentrate and some of her friends noticed that too, but she avoided the conversation about that. When finally she was free to go, later than Eric, she all but fled from the school building, her slender feet flying down the stairs. Now, where's the nearest drug store, where can she buy some condoms so that... oh, there's Eric. And Liz. Wait, are they waiting for her?

Seeing the two lovebirds, Jessi skipped over to them, smirking at them. "So, look at that, already sucking face, huh? Are you waiting for someone or why are you standing outside in the cold?"

"I wanted to walk home with you, at least as far as the park," Liz smiled at Jessi, "Plus, it gave me more time to spend with Eric." The smaller girl seemed to almost bounce, rocking back and forth from her heals, to get toes, and back again. "Also, I was wondering... sense we're going shopping tomorrow... maybe you'd like to stay over with me tonight?"

"She can't!" Eric replied before Jessi had a chance without thinking. It had been almost two days since he'd had sex, and making out with Liz wasn't helping how desperately hard he was. At this point, he needed the release Jessi had to offer.

"No, why not?" Liz asked, confused, as she turned to Eric.

Suddenly Eric realized he was too quick to speak and now had to think fast. "Well... mom's going to be home late tonight. She said it was up to us to get dinner started. Remember? And the truth is, when it comes to cooking, I could burn a pot of water."

"Oh... yeah," Liz said, her voice tinged with disappointment. "But once you're done with dinner, maybe you could come over then?" she asked, hopefully.

"Can't," replied Jessi with a sad smile and a small shrug. Oh my god Eric, can you look any more desperate? She understood where he came from, but come one, this is smart Liz we are talking about, not some dumb hussy. She can actually pick up on such things. You have to come up with something better than that. "I am babysitting this evening. And as much as I would like to change one cute girl for another cute girl with whom I can have a decent conversation, I need the money. Also, they would kill me if I bail on them."

That wasn't actually too bad of a lie, even though she wasn't babysitting today. But it was no secret how she earned some bucks, thus it was believable at least. "And let's be honest, if we hang out every day, your head would explode from awesome overload from being near me so much," she then added with a grin.

A look of disappointed acceptance was plainly visible on Liz' face. "Alright, but at least I can walk with you as far as the park." she said as she took up a position between Eric and Jessi, her fingers intertwined with Eric's. "So Jessi, are you ready to play fashion advisor? Cause I want to find some nice things to wear for Eric; something to make me look pretty instead of looking like I'm wearing a potato sack."

"You already look pretty Liz, so that should be easy." Eric replied instantly.

"You're sweet Eric, but as my boyfriend, you have to say stuff like that, and your objectivity is compromised. Maybe I would go so far as to say that on a good day I'm cute, and most of the time I'm just plane looking. But maybe with the right presentation... the right presentation... I can bump that up a notch or two."

"You're being too hard on yourself, Liz. I've thought you were pretty for a while now, and I've only officially been your boyfriend for a day. If that weren't the case, would I still have that picture you took, set as the background on my phone? Tell her Jessi; maybe she'll believe you."

"OK, OK!" Liz said, giggling, "You win, I'm pretty! But as a girl, your sister understands something you don't; you can always look better with the right presentation, right Liz?"

And thus, their conversation went on as they made their way down the street, moving ever closer to home.

Luckily Liz would only accompany them to the park, thus Jessi would be able to run to the pharmacy after that and get the condoms she needed. Not that she had anything against Liz, she liked the girl, and she was happy that Eric had a cute and nice and smart girlfriend and she was looking forward to doing some dirty stuff with her, if Eric was fine with it, of course, but at the moment she wanted to get home and get her brains screwed out like crazy, thus Liz was a bit annoying at the moment. No, not Liz, only her being there at the moment.

"You're right, both of you actually. Liz is pretty, in a very cute way, but she can be prettier with the right presentation. Also, with the right make-up and clothes, she can turn from being a pretty little thing or a cute girl into a hot sexy seductress," replied Jessi downright matter-of-factly, her tone easy and her voice light, butting into the conversation at this point. She did make an effort to keep the conversation going and not walk too fast; she did not want to seem unfriendly or suspicious or even just rude. Even though she really, really wanted to get home.

As they reached the park, Jessi turned to Liz and Eric and with a small smirk, she said, "Okay guys, time to say goodbye for now. Kiss each other like you mean it, and then I will have to take my brother with me to tease him to death about him now having a girlfriend."

The kiss the two shared at this parting was nothing like those they had earlier in the day. In fact, it was quite tame by comparison, just a soft pressing of lips together, without tongue. "See you again soon," Liz said at last, before turning one way, while Jessi and Eric turned the other.

"You seem to be in a hurry Jessi," Eric said teasingly a block later, "Is there someplace important you need to be... or maybe something important you need to do?" Suddenly his hand slipped up under his sister's skirt to grab her well-shaped ass, only the thin layer of cloth that was her panties between them. "Did I mean something? I meant someone!" he purred lasciviously.

Jessi shuddered as she felt her brother's hand slip up her skirt and grope her shapely butt, and a moment later a needy, whorish moan escaped her mouth before she could stop it. With a lewd smirk, she turned her head to him, giving him a wink. Unconsciously, she wiggled her behind slightly against the offending hand, clearly liking the attention. "You little asshole you... I'm gonna run to the pharmacy and get the condoms. I so need my sopping twat stuffed... You think you can hold out till then?"

"And what if I can't?" he asked chickenly. "What would you ever do then? Would you be able to keep control of yourself? Or maybe you've worked yourself up enough with those toys that you're ready to give that a try? Do you think you're ready back here?" he continued, a finger pressing into the cleft of her ass, "and if you are, do you really think it will be enough on its own to leave you satisfied? Or will it just leave you craving something more?"

Suddenly Jessi went all stiff as she felt her brother's finger press against a very sensitive and tender spot, blushing like crazy now, a low moan escaping her mouth, and her face turning into an expression of lewd lust. Then she managed to pull herself together and stepped away from Eric, giving him a light shove. "Stop it, idiot... we'll... damn, I'm so horny, I would allow you to do anything to me right now... And yes, including plowing my tender little teenage rear. So keep your hands to yourself, or I'm gonna do something stupid..."

She more or less hissed these words, though her tone betrayed her, she wasn't angry at Eric at all, actually. "Okay, I'm gonna run, getting those condoms. See you at home?"

"It's not supposed to be easy for you," Eric happily called over his shoulder, "that's why I picked it for a penalty." But it was clear he was following Jessi's instructions, and continued making his way home. He was perhaps five minutes ahead of his sister when he stepped through the door. He already knew how he wanted to approach the situation; first he went up to Jessi's room, opening the door, then ducked into the bathroom, and began stripping out of his clothes. She had seemed to like it when he'd snuck up behind her, so he'd do it again. When she came up the stairs and went to her room thinking he was there, he slipped out of the bathroom behind her.

On the way to the pharmacy, Jessi had all but ran, her steps quick, and her gate hurried. But sadly, what followed was more than just a bit embarrassing. Turns out, when you are fifteen, a well-meaning pharmacist will not simply sell you condoms without giving you some advice first, which turned into a very embarrassing process for the poor teenage girl. But she lived through it, and after five minutes, her head was beet red, looking preferably at her shoes while she hurriedly returned home. Of course, she did not know she made Eric wait naked for her, but she felt bad about it anyway.

Ten minutes after Eric had come home, finally Jessi arrived, and she closed the door behind her with a triumphant slam. Yes, weekend, she had made it. With a happy smile, she pulled off her shoes, took off her jacket, and then went up the stairs and towards her room. She had thought about already pulling off her panties but had decided against it. Now, where is Eric?

Eric slipped out of the bathroom silently, sneaking up behind her. "Hi," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his bare erection pressing into her back. "I've been waiting for you for so long! Where do you want to do this? Your room, my room, the bathroom, right here, or maybe you want to go down stairs? We can do it on the couch, or even the kitchen if you want to try something new." He started kissing her ear then, "God, I want to be inside you so bad! Are you as ready as I am?" He asked as one hand slipped under her skirt and started rubbing his sister's cunt through the panties.

A small *eep* escaped from Jessi as she felt her brother's hands wrap around her, and she groaned then in satisfaction and desire, grinding back against him. With a swift motion, she turned around in his embrace and slid her arms around him as well, pressing her taller teenage body, her firm perky breasts clearly to be made out under her blouse, against him, and then her lips sought out him, and with a deep, eager moan, she kissed him hotly, sucking on his lips. "I am as ready as I can be. I want you to fuck me wherever you want... let's... let's do it downstairs, on the couch. First my wet pussy, and if you can keep going..."

She wiggled her eyebrows at this, and her hand slid down his body to his naked ass-cheeks, groping them eagerly. "...then let's try my last virginal hole, okay?"

"You seem a little over dressed for the occasion," Eric grinned, "here, let me help you with that." As he said this, his hands came up, and began undoing the buttons of Jessi's blouse, as he kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, as his erection now pressed against his sister's belly. It was a good thing the top was well made, as in his excitement, his shaking fingers could have popped the buttons off had it been something cheap. As the last button came undone, he pushed the cloth from her shoulders, letting the garment fall to the floor of the hallway.

Jessi returned the kiss with equal force, her tongue sliding into his mouth as well and welcoming his advances eagerly while giggling, then gasping. She shook slightly under his touch and pushed him backwards with unexpected force, kissing him then against the wall, her body pressing against him, her flat belly pressing against his erection, and then suddenly there was a hand of hers on his backside and digging into his ass. "I have waited the whole day for this... I want you to do me, bro, so badly... come on, let's do it on dad's precious couch."

"And how do you plan to do that with all those clothes in the way? I'm trying to help you out, but if you think you can get it done faster, I'll be glad to just sit back on the couch and watch." Eric pushed past his sister then, heading down the stairs and toward the living room. Suddenly, he looked back over his shoulder with a wicked grin, "But just so you know I was planning to give you a quick licking once I got your panties off. Too bad you're in such a rush, now you've missed your chance." And with that last quip, he rushed ahead and fell onto the couch, waiting for Jessi to come trailing after.

For a moment Jessi stared at her brother with a stunned look, then that morphed into a mixture of amusement and affront, and she followed her brother down the stairs, protesting, at least partially in jest, "Well, not my fault you're so good at making a girl horny, you little pervert. That's not fair! I demand my licking!" Only a moment after Eric she came into the living room in her half-naked glory, smirking at Eric. "Well, then I guess... Yeah, you do deserve a treat."

With graceful, skipping steps, she sauntered over to their father's prized hi-fi system and, of course, teasing her brother, she bent down in front of it with her legs straight, wiggling her cute behind, her skirt just about long enough to not expose her well-shaped backside, just the hint of it. If Eric bent down, he could even see her panties, soaked already. A moment later, music started, something a bit old-school but certainly fitting for the mood. At least somewhat. Standing up straight again, slowly, Jessi turned back to Eric, and it was like she had trained this motion, her hair falling down her body, her right hand trailing down her slim teenage body and just about dancing around her breasts, her face an expression of lust and desire and giving Eric this come-hither look.

Then she began to saunter over to him, but slowly, sensually, every step a small tease, her hands trailing up her chest and then her neck and the sides of her face and into her hair, her smirk now strong and confident and lustful.

Eric sat watching, his erection throbbing almost painfully, as he watched Jessi spin and sway to the music, her fingers trailing through and jostling her long hair; along the curves of her hips, and waist, and the swell of her cloth-covered breasts. "Mmm, I'm reeeeeally enjoying the show, you know, but I'm worried if you keep teasing me, I don't think I'm going to last very long."

"Well, I guess then a good girl would release you from your torment, huh?" whispered Jessi as she practically sauntered and slunk onto the couch in front of Eric. She moved her knees to the sides of his legs, her own legs spread, like a striptease dancer. Her hands now trailed to her back and the clasp of her bra, opening it. With a sensual, slow motion, she then pulled the garment off, right in front of Eric, her perky breasts now on display for him. Her crotch was hovering over his lap, circling slightly to the rhythm of the music, her body moving. "But..."

Leaning forward, her arms on his shoulders now, her hands behind his neck, her lips next to his ear, she whispered. "... a good girl also wouldn't fuck her little brother."


A voluptuous Japanese beauty, with a curvaceous body and bountiful bosom that produces an abundant amount of milk. Her role as a spy indicates her intelligence and resourcefulness, yet she finds herself captive and helpless in the hands of Dr. Honey. Despite her predicament, she exhibits resilience, attempting to negotiate with her captor and questioning her actions. She's naturally submissive but not without resistance; however, the overwhelming pleasure she experiences makes it difficult for her to maintain any semblance of control. Her blushing bashfulness suggests an inherent shyness or modesty which contrasts starkly with her current situation. Overall, Himiko portrays the image of an unwilling participant caught in a perverse scenario orchestrated by the domineering Dr. Honey.

"I don't th-think being in-insane is a sup-" The doomed damsel tried to counter, only for another moan of pleasure of hers to interrupt her comeback as the horny futanari surprisingly pulled out of her. What followed was an adorable sequence of yelps and gasps as she was held up briefly, just to be shoved into the padded material once more and rolled about to be on her back. The bashful secret agent blushed brightly all the more as her thickened rear end felt like she was resting on some pillows ready to burst and her thighs could almost be described as "trunk-like"!

"Wh-Why would you n-need it any b-bigger?!" She finally got the chance to say in bafflement as the dastardly doctor discussed how much work she had put into modifying her "super penis" that it was if she was describing an automobile she had for sale. With how prideful Honey seemed to be about it, the captive cutie wouldn't be surprised if the balls she happily cupped could bloat too. "Why n-not just o-one of your cl-clo-" Himiko attempted to barter, only to cry out in ecstasy as the lecherous length extended inside her damp love tunnel.

Honey put her head back, letting out a groan of deep satisfaction as the shaft re-entered the curvaceous Japanese beauty, not seeming to register the question until she was almost entirely back in.

"Because if it wasn't at maximum size... I wouldn't be able to do this." she said, moving her hips over Himiko's and lifting her capacious rump, so she was thrusting downward, the spy girl trapped in a mating press. And then, slowly and luxuriantly, the last inch went in, and Himiko could feel it meet her cervix...

...and then the barrier yielded, made somehow more flexible by the fertility drug. Himiko would indeed feel a sensation no other lover had given her, as the head of the mad scientist's engineered cock went directly into her womb. Regardless of how that would have felt normally, it was an almost paralyzing burst of ecstasy for Himiko's altered physique. And on the scanner was confirmation that her innermost female sanctum had been invaded by the head of Honey's cock, which was now hovering a tiny distance from her eggs--and those eggs also had their own entries, with a CALCULATING below each of them and a zoomed-in image of the tiny cluster of cells.

"Ahhh... that feels so good." groaned the demon doctor, looking down at the little bulge she had made in Himiko's belly, and then gripping both her breasts once more. She began to thrust and squeeze at the same time, new spurts of milk shooting up as she did. Confirming the spy girl's worst fears as it always did, the words on the scanner changed.

The doomed damsel found that not only had her question ignored for a while, but the horny futanari was so focused on bedding her that her halted question regarding clones was solely neglected for the one about her needy cock. Nonetheless, the captive cutie soon felt a bit of pressure released from between the examination table and her chunky rear end as she was forced into a position usually meant for having sex against walls! Himiko moaned at the top of her lungs as her damp love tunnel soon felt immensely full as the dastardly doctor made sure to get every last inch inside it.

The bound beauty felt very wary as it didn't stop and began to collide into her cervix... only to orgasm right on the spot as she clearly wasn't prepared for the ludicrous situation the psychotic physician had engineered for her! The flustered secret agent found after coming down from the brief high that not only was Dr. Mount's enormous length inside her fertile womb and making a bulge, but it was disturbingly close to the eggs would definitely be getting fertilized. Before she could comment though, Honey left her a moaning mess as she focused eagerly on every part of her!

Honey let out a hiss of satisfaction as Himiko climaxed immediately, never stopping in milking the busty beauty. Trickles of milk were again flowing over her belly and and the sides of her body to leak onto the table.

Another of Himiko's many worries was being realized, as the balls knocking against her butt definitely felt bigger than they had before, swelling up with sperm ready for delivery as Honey's engineered body prepared to deliver. But she was not in a hurry, stroking into Himiko's achingly fertile womb with every thrust of her hips. She paused to gyrate her hips, probing the super-sensitive babymaker that her cock had invaded

"Hmmm... I could never get this from playing with copies of myself." Honey said, shaking her hair out of her eyes, before dipping her head down to clamp down on one of the massive breasts flattened on Himiko's chest and take a nice refreshing drink of her milk. "But breeding one of my enemies? That's a dream come true. When I return you like this, and with your belly nice and bulging... nobody will doubt the power of my creations ever again! Don't worry, my dear, with a body like this, it should be an easy birth. Are you ready to become a mother, Himiko? Because I'm getting... closer."

The well-endowed woman was almost wearing a technical dress of her own milk by that point as the groping villainess refused to cease in milking her bountiful bosom that seemed to be infinitely laden with pure white liquid. The bound beauty chances to form any sort of rebuttal were completely cut off by the moans of pleasure escaping her mouth as the greedy scientist suckled on one of her overly sensitive nipples! Hence, as all she could do was nervously arc back in ecstasy as horny futanari seemed moments away from unleashing her massive, fertile load.


Dr. Honey is a golden-haired futanari scientist, exuding an aura of dominance and control. Her body is engineered to perfection, with impressive physical attributes including a "super penis" and swollen testicles that are capable of producing a massive load of sperm. Not just physically imposing, she also possesses an intimidating intellect, using it to modify her own body in ways most would deem impossible or unethical. She takes immense pride in her creations and achievements, reveling in the power they grant her over others. This pride extends to her sexual prowess as well - she's not just satisfied with conventional pleasure but seeks more exotic experiences such as impregnating her enemies. Despite her villainous tendencies, she exhibits moments of vulnerability during intense pleasure, hinting at a complex personality beneath the surface.

The well-endowed woman was almost wearing a technical dress of her own milk by that point as the groping villainess refused to cease in milking her bountiful bosom that seemed to be infinitely laden with pure white liquid. The bound beauty chances to form any sort of rebuttal were completely cut off by the moans of pleasure escaping her mouth as the greedy scientist suckled on one of her overly sensitive nipples! Hence, as all she could do was nervously arc back in ecstasy as horny futanari seemed moments away from unleashing her massive, fertile load.

"Ah! Himiko! I'm... oh! H-here... it... comes!" gasped out Dr Honey, taking hold of Himiko's wrists, and pulling her down into the last few strokes, the last few motions of breeding the spy girl. The head of the big cock pushed up to the back of Himiko's trembling womb in one last mighty thrust, aiming to set off yet more orgasms for the spy girl to open her up entirely, and make her impregnation a shamefully rapturous experience, so that bearing Honey's brood would be associated with the most intense pleasure of her life. It was already that for Honey, who let out a blissful sigh as her body finally began to do what she had remade it to do.

The futanari scientist's swollen testicles tightened as the gates opened, and she felt the rush of sperm up the channels of her shaft. The load was already inside Himiko's body as she felt the first throb of the cock, but she was safe for a moment longer—but only a moment. Honey threw her head back as the sensation ran up her shaft, her golden hair flying back, as she sealed the busty beauty's fate.

Her cock pulsed again, and the ejaculation began. Himiko would feel a rush of warmth deep in her belly—and also see it on the monitor as the doctor's concentrated seed shot out, the life-giving fluid splashing against the back of her womb. Honey let out a groan that sounded almost vulnerable and her eyes fluttered shut in rapture as she kept going, firing shot after shot into the spy's vulnerable, fertile womb until it was filled. And then she kept cumming, her boasting about her superior genitals entirely justified as the amount of sperm filling the doomed damsel caused her belly to began to bulge, as well as leaking back down the length of Honey's shaft and spilling more fluid onto the table from Himiko's overloaded vagina.

No matter what else you said about Dr. Honey—and there were a lot of things you could—nobody could ever accuse her of doing anything by halves. Finally, the doctor's ejaculation was over, leaving her leaning over Himiko and breathing heavily, looking suddenly exhausted, but triumphant and blissful at her conquest.

On the monitor, the three eggs freshly released in Himiko's forced ovulation were surrounded by a besieging army immediately, and the result was inevitable. The lights came up green as first one of the orbs was pierced by a wriggling swimmer, then another, and after holding out a few moments longer, the third fell to the floor of sperm. Honey had made good on her threat, and Himiko was now thoroughly knocked up, pregnant with the brood of her arch-enemy three times over!


A more innocent and timid teenage girl compared to her sister Angel. She is uncomfortable with the provocative actions her sister takes and tries to maintain her modesty throughout the story. Krystal is inexperienced in sexual matters and is easily frightened by the escalating events around her, showcasing vulnerability in an unfamiliar situation.

She sat, fidgeting and blushing, her eyes all but locked on her sister after they had pulled over. More than once Krystal had caught herself reaching up to cover herself, her hands wanting to keep her modesty intact. She opened her mouth to protect the drinking, but by the time she tried speaking, it was too late, and Angel had slugged back the vodka. Instead, she ended up staring at her sister's rather.. beautiful looking sex.

Distracted for that long long moment while her sister was just standing there, the passing of the Lorry yanked a little shriek of embarrassment from Krystal, followed by a giggle of nervous shame. Her cheeks burned an even brighter pink, right up until Angel started chasing them. Then she turned bright red. Finally, after resisting so much, her hands flew up to cover up. "Angel! N... no th... they'll see! omigod! Come on... this isn't funny!"

For them to see was exactly what she had in mind. She accelerated and turned into the opposite road and pulled up beside the cab of the truck. The driver could see them both now and he pulled the horn as Angel ran her fingers along her sex and parted them. She teased him for a short time before speeding off and reaching for the bottle...

Krystal almost screamed in shame, her hair flying behind her like a small blonde flag, her hands cupping those small teen breasts, not entirely protecting them from being looked at. Somewhere in the depths of her mind she knew the trucker would be seeing more than she showed no matter what, and she couldn't help but notice that Angel was.. playing with herself! When the car sped off ahead, the sound of the trucker's air horn still lingering in her ears as a testament to the man's appreciation, little Krystal shivered and looked at her sister. What the hell was she doing?

She continued to guzzle the vodka and she screamed in excitement as they passed a car. The truck driver this time was cute and he leaned out the window commenting on the two girls. His eyed bulged as he saw the elder sister push the bottle inside her. His eyes were on the young breasts though...

Krystal was reaching for the bottle, to try and take the booze away at least. It was dangerous. her hands were away from her little breasts when the car roared up beside another truck. She practically screamed in embarrassment when the cute guy leaned out the window and stared obviously, his eyes moving between the girls one at a time, and the wide empty road straight ahead.

When she saw his eyes bug out, she looked, and saw with her own amazement the bottle stuck neck-deep inside her sister's mostly shaved sex. She totally forgot about covering up as she just flat out stared. "Angel! Wh... what are you doing?!?"

The bottle felt good between her legs. She was incredibly aroused and continued to fuck herself with it. She failed to notice the flashing lights drawing closer or even the driver of the truck pull back when he saw the cops. Finally Angel did notice and pulled over. She grinned at her sister. "want to help get us out of trouble?" she said pulling the bottle from her snatch and unable to cover up.

"OH god... Angel... it's the cops! Where's my shirt?" She frantically looked around, trying to figure out where the thin cloth had gotten off to before the rest of the question had sunk in. "Wh... what do you mean?"

Angel just grinned at her little sister. "men think with their cocks!" The occupants of the police car probably did not expect the sexy blonde to climb out of her car naked from the waist down. Her hand on hip she stood seductively giving a alight glimpse of her sex. "what can I do for you officers? Or do you prefer younger girls?" she indicated her sister. "she has a sweet virgin mouth for you."

Hell... Krystal didn't expect her sister to just.. get up... almost naked... to start talking to the cops. She looked to the bottle for a moment, right where Angel left it on the carseat, the neck of it still liberally wet with her sister's arousal. When she heard the words of invitation, her head jerked up, hair flying around for a moment as she stared in disbelief at her sister. What the hell was she saying?? Krystal hadn't even ever kissed a boy let alone... that!

Angel's vision was slightly blurry as the young officer approached. She felt no shame when he threw her over the bonnet of the car and began to run his hand up and down as he looked for dangerous items and even giggled when he touched her sex. The older cop leaned into the car and lifted the bottle from the girl. "you need not watch this. Join me in the back of the police car." he had an eager look on his face. Angel did not realize the danger her little sister might be in but could not help but moan.

She watched in barely concealed fright at her sister being... molested so openly. And enjoying it so much. When the bottle was plucked from her numb fingers, she jerked, and looked up at the other police office, confused for a moment, and somehow not even remembering she was topless in front of these men. In a tiny, shamed little voice she replied "Y... yessir."

Turning, she slid out of the car, letting the convertible door close behind her. It wasn't until she was standing, and the warm day breeze caressed her chest and those very perky little teenaged breasts did she even think to yelp in shame, and cover them once more, blushing a bright crimson, and scurrying forward at the cop's behest. She had no idea what was going to happen, of course. Policemen were there to protect you after all... right?

From the back of the car Angel could be seen bent over the hood. A look of pleasure crossed her face and it became obvious the young cop had just entered her roughly from behind. The older cop looked at the girl next to him. He pawed at her little breasts with one hand while releasing a small cock with the other. "suck me and you can avoid your sisters fate!" he pulled the girls head to his cock and held her head tightly by her hair and felt the warm wetness of her mouth as he forced her deep onto him.

Angel felt her pleasure at being fucked hard by the young cop turn to fear and pain as he pulled her arms roughly behind her back and her cries of animal pleasure mixed with cries of fear and pain as her body was pressed against the boiling hot hood and her pussy stretched as each thrust was harder than expected. She could not help but enjoy her rape and orgasmed hard as he fucked her roughly. She felt used and loved it. She felt him enter her behind and screamed. It stung like hell.

Krystal slid into the back seat like she was supposed to, and saw... things happening all the way over at the car, tears welling in her eyes. Sure Angel looked like she was really enjoying it... but...

She jumped when those big hands grabbed her chest, and squeaked in embarrassment once more, automatically reaching to stop him. He pushed her hands away easily enough, which left a confused, scared Krystal sitting in the backseat of the cop car being fondled against her will. Those tears slid down her innocent cheeks as she looked up for a moment, before the cop pulled it out. Before she could even come up with a yes or a no, she felt her head pulled forward, the feeling of that... thing entering her mouth, and she nearly threw up.

Sitting with the door open, she couldn't help but hear Angel's cries. Those sounds that came, sounding so much like pleasure at first. And then the scream. She jerked, trying to escape, her head being held in place by the cop who raped her mouth at his own pace, feeling a completely innocent mouth being violated by him there in his back seat. Her lips were satin soft, and the tongue, which made no moves to help out, was like a wet little cloth rubbing at him.


A daring and impulsive 21 years old woman who engages in risky behavior. She is sexually adventurous and doesn't shy away from exhibitionism. Her actions suggest that she might not fully grasp the consequences of her decisions, especially when under the influence of alcohol.

Krystal slid into the back seat like she was supposed to, and saw... things happening all the way over at the car, tears welling in her eyes. Sure Angel looked like she was really enjoying it... but...

She jumped when those big hands grabbed her chest, and squeaked in embarrassment once more, automatically reaching to stop him. He pushed her hands away easily enough, which left a confused, scared Krystal sitting in the backseat of the cop car being fondled against her will. Those tears slid down her innocent cheeks as she looked up for a moment, before the cop pulled it out. Before she could even come up with a yes or a no, she felt her head pulled forward, the feeling of that... thing entering her mouth, and she nearly threw up.

Sitting with the door open, she couldn't help but hear Angel's cries. Those sounds that came, sounding so much like pleasure at first. And then the scream. She jerked, trying to escape, her head being held in place by the cop who raped her mouth at his own pace, feeling a completely innocent mouth being violated by him there in his back seat. Her lips were satin soft, and the tongue, which made no moves to help out, was like a wet little cloth rubbing at him.

It did not take long for the fat swarthy man to spill his seed inside the girl's mouth. He seemed to not care about lasting but instead came quickly which was probably better for Krystal. He pulled her out of the car towards the convertible as Angel moaned in pleasure as the other cop finally spilt his seed inside her as she lay on her back on the hood.

Angel did not move as they said goodbye and to stay out of trouble and drove off. Angel was sore from both her holes and lay there panting. It had been rough and violent for her. Her top was torn and both her holes were sore but she seemed content even though her lip was split. Cum dribbled from her arse and she lay there on top of the hood catching her breath with her legs spread.


A spunky and bubbly woman who stands out with her colorful hair. She's known for being good at her job as an accountant, where she adds a splash of color in the drab industry. Despite having a temper, especially when wronged, she's capable of acknowledging when she might have overreacted. She's open about her needs and desires, particularly towards Steven, suggesting a comfortable level of confidence and self-awareness. Her physical attractiveness is suggested through descriptions of her perky breasts and unblemished skin.

Alexis laid back on the couch, taking a sip from the neck of the glass bottle she was holding. Vodka coolers, her favorite after a long day at work. Today though she was on her second in under and hour, a sure sign the day hadn't gone well. "Fuck me," she muttered, "You'd think the boss would know it was Marcy who'd fucked that one up, not me. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have gone off on her, but gawd it felt good to vent."

Alexis worked at a local accounting firm, one of several bookkeepers on staff. Despite her colorful hair, Alexis was good and a lot of her clients liked the spunky, bubbly girl called her the splash of color in a drab industry. It kept her gainfully employed, paid well, and despite her blow up earlier in the day and reprimand, she knew by Monday all would be forgiven once somebody actually checked the book and saw who'd been in the file.

She looked up at her boyfriend, a smile on her face. "So? Early start to the weekend and a long weekend to boot. Any plans for the weekend? Or just hang out and chill?" As she spoke, her free hand was resting on his abs, tracing circles around his belly button.

Steven did not need to see how much she drank to see she had a bad day. They were together long enough to learn her little signs, he could say he could read her like a book, he doubts anyone could read her with 100 percent accurately. He had known her long before they got together, and she still surprised him. Still it was language he was becoming proficient and it allowed him to be somewhat prepared. He didn't speak as she lay down, placing his arm around her when she vented at him about her work.

Honestly he did not mind, it was his boyfriend duty he took on willingly and not just because he knew she would likely want him to bang out some of her frustrations to her. Honestly he was grateful of any time he had with her, he was the quiet type feeling mostly on the periphery of their group of friends the introduced them. He was drawn to her immediately by her bubbly nature, great body and colorful hair. He doubted he noticed him much before a friend got him to help her drive somewhere, and they had some private time. it didn't get them together immediately but became fast friends, he still wasn't sure how he managed it.

His job was not helping matter either, he worked for the forensic lab for the police and is often on call to be called on to crime scenes. It was rare for him not needing to work late in the lab or being called away at seemingly quite evening like this. This weekend though was called to some hope, a few extra staff were brought in, so he was not needed as much. He smirked when she began to touch him, enjoy the feeling of warm and softness, the electricity that made the hairs on his arm stand on end. His hand went exploring as well, caressing the curves of her body. "I am all open, it is even unlikely I might be called by work all the weekend so my time is all yours." He said leaning down to kiss her lovingly and with a hind of desire. "We can do whatever you like."

Alexis lay back and let Steven hold her as she lay there. For as long as she'd known him he'd been a comfortable person to be around, never pushy, never demanding, but also willing to eggs her on a little in good fun. And sometimes those times he pushed her a little had helped her get to where she was. It also didn't hurt the guy was handsome, a good kisser, and amazing in bed when they'd gotten the chance.

It'd been an unlikely match-up the two of them but Alexis was grateful for her friend who'd put them together in the first place, started the friendship that'd grown to become so much more then just friends. They were lovers, peas of a pod, trouble together, and both liked it that way. It also helped that Steven let Alexis be the driving force in some ways, though evenings like this, she knew he'd take charge and help her get over her mood, he always had that effect on her, calming, soothing, leveling her head when she got a bit hot headed.

She looked up at him with a sigh, "If I had money I'd say let's go somewhere but I don't get paid till next week." Shifting a little, she made it easier for his hand to find and caress her body, the places she liked to be touched. "Honestly?" she said as they kissed, "I just want to feel you, long, hard, and deep. I don't care where or how, I just need you Steven."

Steven smiled sweetly down at her. "You have me, all you want." He said softly before returning to his kissing, letting his tongue move into her mouth and play with hers. At the same time he continued to caress her body, he had moved from his down towards her and caressed upwards with the tips of his fingers barely brushing the soft skin. Soon, he soon found his hand on her breast, gently messaging and kneading it before teasing the erect nipple with a finger.

After a little time, he began to kiss down her neck, giving her the occasional nip as he moved down. "Why don't we adjust to a more comfortable position." He said moving a hand to her thing and gently pulling her to get her to sit on his lap.

Alexis nodded, "I missed you Steven." The feeling of his hands on her breasts, cupping, caressing, teasing the pert flesh was helping her mood, helping calm her down. His touch was calming, his voice soothing on evening like this, and what came later, she tended to forget why she was mad or grumpy afterwards, so calm she became.

She moved to straddle his lap, facing him. Shrugging off her shirt, she unclasped the bra beneath, tossing it beside her shirt. She still had her shorts on, but those would be off soon enough as well. She pulled Steven into her, chest, encouraged him to play with her breasts. She knew he enjoyed them, men the world over enjoyed women's chests, the first thing they experienced as an infant, and often the first thing they touched in their teens with a girl. "I'd love to just move to the bedroom and relax, but this is good enough for now. Not like you have to be at work in an hour." she teased him.


A quiet, understanding man who tends to remain on the periphery of social groups. He's observant and patient, capable of picking up on subtle cues about his partner's mood. Despite his reserved nature, he has an affectionate side that comes out in intimate situations. His physical attractiveness is hinted at through Alexis's attraction towards him, particularly noting his abs and overall handsomeness. He also is to be quite skilled in expressing love physically, showing a mix of gentleness and desire in his actions.

Alexis nodded, "I missed you Steven." The feeling of his hands on her breasts, cupping, caressing, teasing the pert flesh was helping her mood, helping calm her down. His touch was calming, his voice soothing on evening like this, and what came later, she tended to forget why she was mad or grumpy afterwards, so calm she became.

She moved to straddle his lap, facing him. Shrugging off her shirt, she unclasped the bra beneath, tossing it beside her shirt. She still had her shorts on, but those would be off soon enough as well. She pulled Steven into her, chest, encouraged him to play with her breasts. She knew he enjoyed them, men the world over enjoyed women's chests, the first thing they experienced as an infant, and often the first thing they touched in their teens with a girl. "I'd love to just move to the bedroom and relax, but this is good enough for now. Not like you have to be at work in an hour." she teased him.

Steven admired Alexis when she straddled him and removed her shirt. He never got tired of her beauty, the softness of her unblemished skin, the perky breasts and the desire radiating from her. He happily gave in to her encouragement, utilizing a more comfortable position to continue to massage both breasts. At the same time, he kissed her neck and moved down her sternum before giving each breast a kiss. He loved her for never been judgmental with his interest in the bedroom, allowing him time to enjoy her as he wanted. He had always endeavored to return the favor.

"Don't jinx us now." Steven replied to her teasing. He brought up one of her breasts and he wrapped his lips around one of her nipple. He sucked on it hungrily and teased it with the top of his tongue. He had wrapped his arms around her waist, guiding her closer to him to make her feel he bulge that formed in his trousers and have her rub up against her.


A mature and confident woman who carries herself with an alluring charm. She is sexually adventurous, unafraid to pursue her desires, and maintains control over her body and choices. Her ability to enjoy the party post-encounter suggests she's outgoing and sociable. Despite being in a relationship with Kevin, she exhibits a nonchalant attitude towards infidelity, indicating that she prioritizes her immediate pleasure over long-term commitments. Additionally, her interaction with Paul hints at an assertive personality; she knows what she wants and isn't shy about expressing it.

Emma caught Paul staring at her breasts and gave him a little knowing smile when he met her eyes again through the mirror. She ground into his hand one last time, leaving a wet smear on it, and waited for him to shed his pants, her pussy tingling at the touch of cooler air.

She didn't hear him rummage around much before his cock started to part her folds, so she assumed he wasn't bothering with a condom. She wasn't too fussed herself; she had had her tubes tied a couple of years earlier, when she and Kevin had decided they weren't going to try for children anymore. Anything beyond that, she could handle when and if it came up.

He was working his length into her with sharp little thrusts, and by the time he was all the way in, Emma was biting her bottom lip to control the shivers running up her spine. Being stretched by a cock that would have been painful if she'd been less wet was definitely something she hadn't had in way too long. "So good", she groaned in agreement, rolling her hips side to side, gasping at the sensation.

The tug on her hair made her eyes water for a moment, and triggered an answering clench of her insides. "I love it", she rasped, meeting his eyes in the mirror again. "Don't hold back. I want it all."

Even with the risks, Paul preferred bareback whenever he could. It just felt so much better in his opinion. She didn't stop him or make a request to use a condom either. "I bet you do." He responds, unable to prevent himself from slapping her ass again. Still holding her by the hair, he started to thrust into her, other hand on her hip.

She was tight, her body responding to every motion. His slow and steady thrusts soon sped up until their bodies were making an audible slapping noise with each thrust, her ass against his pelvis. He pulled harder on her hair. "Touch yourself if you want to cum, but I'm not stopping until I do." He slapped her ass again. "Fuck you're tight."

The first thrusts brought out a moan from Emma, and as he picked up the pace, the sound grew louder and more urgent. Good thing the music was still loud enough to shake the house walls, even making the bathroom door rattle on its hinges. Both the sound of flesh slapping on flesh and the noises Emma made would be drowned out.

Oh, this was so good. Paul's cock pistoning in and out of her, bottoming out in her wet depths with each thrust, his balls slapping against her clit, the sting of the slaps on her ass and the tugging on her hair making her clench around him more, Emma couldn't get enough. Sex hadn't been so enjoyable for longer than she could remember.

She almost chuckled at his suggestion to touch herself. "Like this?" She propped one knee on the counter, to open up wider, heedless of her panties snapping and dropping useless to the floor, and reached down between her legs. With her dress hitched up almost to the waist, Paul could even have a good view over her shoulder, through the mirror. Her fingers ran over her own folds, and along Paul's cock as it worked its way into her, feeling it twitch. "Come on, big boy... harder!"

Paul couldn't help but run his free hand along her thigh as she brought her knee up to the counter top, exposing her cunt to even deeper thrusts from his cock. He squeezed her toned muscled before slapping her now tighter ass again with his hand. His hand on her hair didn't loosen its grip for a second as the college athlete thrust hard into her mature pussy.

He felt her fingers on his cock as he thrust, letting him know she was touching herself. "Fuck you're so wet." He moans down at her, slapping her ass again. He was fucking her hard and fast—the sort of fucking you couldn't sustain time after time. "Here it comes..." He warns her, giving her a few more thrusts before slamming his hips hard against hers. He pulled on her hair, compressing her body back towards his. His cock swelled and pulsated inside of her as it pumped spurt after spurt of his seed into her.

Only after his orgasm did his grip on her loosen, with him panting for breath after the orgasm and effort of fucking her so hard and fast.

She wanted it harder, and got it harder. Emma ground back against Paul's thrusts, his grip on her hair arching her back more. Their moans and grunts, and the slapping of their bodies together, had all grown louder, although hopefully not enough to be heard outside the bathroom. For a time, they moved exactly in time with the song booming in the living room, which stoked Emma's pleasure even higher.

It couldn't last very long. She could feel his climax building, even before he warned her. She slid her thighs a bit further apart, clenched around him as he buried himself even deeper inside her, and let go, just before he swelled and erupted inside her.

She rode the wave as his own orgasm subsided, and when he finally let go of her hair, she let her head dip forward, her breath slowly returning to normal. Then she leaned back against him, her head on his shoulder, and smiled at him through the mirror, in no hurry to let him out of her. "That was fun, babe. Looking forward to next time already", she said, truthfully enough.

Once their bodies finally separated, she got rid of her ruined panties in the trash, and cleaned up with some toilet paper—she would not be going about the rest of her night with cum running down her legs. Finally, she did up her dress again, turned around and gave Paul a slow kiss, her tongue twirling around his. "See you around, stud", she whispered, then slipped out of the bathroom and rejoined the party outside.

Paul panted from effort, hands first wrapping around her waist then up to her breasts as she leaned back against him. He squeezed her full breasts, cock still trapped inside of the older woman. That was a wish he could cross off his bucket list.

"I certainly look forward to it." He murmurs, kissing her on the side of the neck. He let her clean up first before doing the same, using a damp cloth to clean his shaft of their combined juices. He redressed, checking himself in the mirror, before returning the kiss. He groped her ass once more as they kissed and smiled at her, rejoining the party shortly after her.

Emma was buzzed for the rest of the evening, in a way drink alone would never have managed. In fact, she only drank water from then on, and didn't even complain when someone jostled her just as she had cracked open her bottle, dribbling chilly water all over her front. It was rather welcome, in fact. She danced, sang along with the others, as they got increasingly hammered, and flirted right back with anyone who made a pass at her. She didn't hook up with anyone else, though, and was out in time to be back at her building before midnight, when the doors locked and getting in became a bit of an effort.

She fell into bed without showering, leaving her clothes scattered on the floor. Time enough to do all that over the weekend. She would join the other girls from class for brunch at noon, and she would probably be the most put-together of them all. She spared a brief thought for her ruined panties, but none for the fact that she had cheated on Kevin without as much as hesitating.

A buzzing from her phone woke her up before her alarm went off in the morning. It was a text from Susan, the head librarian.


A young and athletic man, as hinted by the mention of him being a college athlete. He possesses physical strength and stamina, which are evident in his sexual prowess. He's bold and assertive, preferring bareback sex and not hesitating to express his preferences. His actions suggest he enjoys dominance during intercourse, but he also respects Emma's desires. Despite the intensity of their encounter, he maintains a level of tenderness towards her post-act, indicating that he can be caring when needed. His casual approach to this encounter shows an adventurous spirit when it comes to sexual experiences.

Paul panted from effort, hands first wrapping around her waist then up to her breasts as she leaned back against him. He squeezed her full breasts, cock still trapped inside of the older woman. That was a wish he could cross off his bucket list.

"I certainly look forward to it." He murmurs, kissing her on the side of the neck. He let her clean up first before doing the same, using a damp cloth to clean his shaft of their combined juices. He redressed, checking himself in the mirror, before returning the kiss. He groped her ass once more as they kissed and smiled at her, rejoining the party shortly after her.


An empathetic and caring angel girl. She demonstrates a keen ability to sense emotions and has the desire to comfort those in distress, indicating a nurturing personality. Her approachable demeanor suggests she's warm and friendly. Rea is attractive. She possesses sapphire-colored eyes, a notably appealing chest and long hair that can be styled or moved away from her face. The fact that she hasn't experienced "that time of the month" for decades suggests an ageless and immortal quality, fitting with her angelic nature.

Rea gave a light smile, feeling something in her heart flutter. Although she hadn't seen the tears in Tei's eyes, she felt them. Through her contact with the charge, Rea could somewhat sense the woman's feelings. Not all of them, but the basic. Happy, sad, upset, and angry. Rea felt that her charge was upset, but she didn't know. She couldn't just ask her either. It wasn't her place. Were they friends now, though? Could she ask what was wrong, and not have the conversation be awkward or tense? Best let it be, for now. In the meantime, the angel had some exploring to do.

Rea went into the bathroom and shut the door quietly, then looked through the medicine cabinet. Nothing interesting, other than the things every person seemed to have. Cold medicine, bandaids, Q-tips, tweezers, and other little necessities. The only remotely interesting thing Rea found was a box of Kotex, and it only amused her because it had been decades since "that time of the month" for her. Nothing intriguing here. Just a woman's things. Rea was satisfied with this. She flushed to the toilet to give the appearance, and sound, of having used it, then left the room.

When she returned to the front, she saw her charge sitting in the living room on the couch. "Thanks for inviting me in," Rea said, approaching from behind. She placed her hands on the back of the couch and leaned over slightly, her chest pressing just over the top of it.

While Tei stayed in the living room, she tried to wipe out every sort of tear she could have. She didn't want to be sad in front of her neighbor. She just wanted her to feel good while she was there with her. She took a deep breath and laid back, waiting for the woman to come back.

She crossed her legs, resting her arms above her breasts as she looked up, lost in her own mind while Rea approached from behind. "Oh..." she said with a smile. "You don't have to thank me for anything" she told her, taking a glance at Rea's chest, which only until now she had looked at. She blushed, trying to look at her face instead. "Um... maybe you should sit down?" she asked her.

Rea smiled down at her charge, but it twitched away for a moment. As hard as Tei had tried to remove the tears, a single had escaped and Rea had noticed it almost immediately. The angel shrugged and rounded the corner of the couch, sitting gracefully beside the woman.

"I don't have to, but I will. You didn't have to bring me in, but you did. So I thank you for that." The angel smiled at her charge. "What's this?" she asked, gently reaching close to Tei. Her hand moved slowly so as not to startle her. Fingertips pressed to the woman's cheek, touching the stray tear that had escaped. "Why are you crying?"

"Oh I'm sorry..." Tei said and looked down, a bit worried if she really should share this or not. Maybe she should trust her... there's no way she could hurt her too. Or at least that's what she wanted to hear. "I well... I guess it doesn't matter if I tell you..."

She took a sigh, trying not to break down in tears again. "It's a simple thing I guess... Or at least that's what it seems to the one that doesn't suffer it. Having your heart broken of course... and it's because she left... and didn't tell me any explanation besides a 'forget about me'... It just hurts me still" she sighed again and looked up to the roof. "It happened so much time ago... and it still hurts so much." she took deep breaths to not let herself give in to the pain. "It's all okay though. It doesn't matter anymore" she said and forced a smile on herself.

Rea immediately shook her head, but didn't speak on the matter. Not until Tei was finished explaining the reason why she was crying. "Something that makes someone upset is never simple," Rea replied, having quite a bit of experience in such matters. It may seem simple at first, but truly, the thing itself was not. Emotions were complicated, and for reasons sometimes unknown, something trivial may set off a chain of emotional ties that caused the person to become upset. It was never simple.

With gentle hands, Rea placed her palms on the woman's shoulder and pulled softly, to bring her into a warm embrace. "Don't be upset. Obviously you deserve better than someone who will leave you with no explanation. You'll find someone. But the best thing now is to move on. Why dwell on the past? You can't change it. But you can form your future from it, right? Learn from your mistakes." The angel hoped her advice would go through and be understood, because she couldn't stand seeing her charge upset.

Tei could only sigh, feeling Rea's embrace. "I haven't been able to just forget about it..." she went silent for a bit. "..." she kept looking down without making a noise. She then almost instinctively squeezed the sofa, like if she wanted to let her frustration out. "It's not easy... But I just want to think of other things right now" she said and looked up, like wanting Rea to just make that pain leave.

"Thank you for all the support" she said before letting out a final sigh. "This isn't the best way to treat a guest, right?" she said, trying to force a giggle out. She pat the sofa next to her. "Please come sit here... I really want to just... talk to you" she said. "Talk with someone..." she said again with a rather soft voice.

Rea could understand easily. Some things were hard to forget, but Tei should be able to let this relationship go. It was over and done with. Besides, there were much worse things. She could be did, after all. Rea realized it was a bad analogy to use, but she couldn't help but smile a little at it anyway. "It's okay; I don't mind. It's the least I could do."

The angel slid next to her charge without a moment's hesitation. She wanted to be close to her, although she couldn't figure out why. Hell, she didn't even question why. Just because she did, because she should be. It made it easier for the charge to want her to be closer. Gentle hands reached over to Tei. One hand gently brushed away any remaining tears, while the other slid strands of hair from her face. "You look pretty even when you cry."

Tei took a gulp, as she had been holding in all the gasps from crying. She tried to smile still, knowing she indeed just had to let it go already... And stop making herself suffer. "Thank you though..." she repeated again, just feeling a sort of bond between them. And it was more special than she thought.

She felt Rea's hands move to her face, wiping out the tears that remained and the hair on her face. She turned her head to her slowly, giving her a smile. She blushed when she heard Rea's words. "You are really pretty already..." she said, this time talking about her completely, not just those eyes she couldn't hide. "I really think you are" she said again, unable to stop looking at her.

The bond between the angel and the charge was growing, and Rea knew it. Whether it was simply luck or circumstance, the angel was going to take advantage of it. Tei might have cried on her own tonight, and Rea might not have been there yet. But she was now, and she was eternally grateful to whatever fate had given her this easy chance to help a charge, and future angel.

A warm flush came once again to the angel's cheeks at the repeated compliment. "Well, thanks," she replied, batting her sapphire hues softly. Their gazes met, staring into each other's eyes. For a moment, the whole world disappeared. The angel could feel everything her charge felt. Her sadness, her worries, her pain; all of it. And before she knew what was happening, her palm had come to rest on Tei's cheek. Rea leaned closer and closer until her lips was a feather's touch away from Tei's own mouth.